"So, umm, Rick or Toby or Lon just calls…"
"Yeah. You say yes or no, based on what you’re doing and what you want…"
"What if they don’t?" Louise asked.
Beth chuckled. "They come for me…"
"And Damian and Terence?"
"Any time Mistress says yes…" Beth replied.
"Terence is concerned that Damian may have upset Candace…" Louise murmured.
"That won’t affect me," Beth replied. "If anything, it means that Candace will push Damian my way…"
"And Terence?"
"Mistress may decide that she prefers Terence’s company…" Beth chuckled. "I hope she doesn’t try to monopolize him — I like Terence."
"How do we… ?"
"I can give you Mistress’s number," Beth replied. "Ready?"
Louise scrabbled for paper. "Okay."
Beth rattled it off. "I can give you Jean’s, too, if you like…"
Louise thought about it. "Do you think it will matter?"
"Well, she appears to have settled down. She may feel she owes Damian…"
"Okay, give it to me." Beth dictated it, and Louise wrote it down. "What about the boys?"
"I’ll give them your number when they ask," Beth replied. "If you get impatient, give me a call and I’ll ask around." She chuckled. "There’s always Doctor Rankin."
Louise snorted. "Yeah." Hanging up, she turned to her eldest son, "Beth says it’s all cool. You want some, you give Candace or Jean a call. If you want Beth, you have to ask Candace." She smiled. "Beth likes you."
Terence nodded. "It’s mutual."
"Your brother may have burned his bridges with Candace, but Beth thinks Jean might offer him a re-match. And she says she’ll take him on if Candace says it’s okay — and she figures she will."
"And you?" Terence asked.
"Beth figures one of the boys will call…"
"If Pa answers, they’d better ask for one of us, huh?" Terence chuckled.
"It’d be a good idea…"
"G’night, Mama."
"Good night Son."
Terence found Damian in the room they shared. Damian looked up, "What did you wander off for?"
"I wanted to find out where my next piece of ass was coming from."
"Did you find out?"
"Yeah," Terence grunted. "Probably Candace."
"Yeah?" Damian eyed him, "Is the shit on a schedule?"
"No, it’s sort of on call — but they have to agree, or whatever. Mama has Candace’s and Jean’s phone numbers."
Damian grunted. "And me?"
"Beth, probably, or Jean. Beth figures Jean will decide she owes you." Terence grinned. "She also figures Candace will duck you, after yesterday — which means she’ll get you."
"That a problem?"
"Not for Beth…" Terence grinned.
"So, no more big parties?"
"They’re not, scheduled, like," Terence related. "They just kinda happen. But one or two on one is no problem." He grinned. "Or three or four, in Beth’s case…"
"What about tonight?" Damian asked.
"Kinda late…" Terence grunted.
"No, I meant the usual," Damian chuckled. "Or did a couple of shots of leg yesterday drain you dry?"
"Well, getting some — and knowing there’s more out there — kinda changes things…" Terence said, thoughtfully. The tacit agreement between the brothers over sexual services ended when women became available. On the other hand, Terence wasn’t certain that he wanted that — but tonight? "I’m good for today. Why? You full up again already?"
"Maybe not full up — but I could stand to drop a load…"
"Well, find a flick and if I get the urge, maybe I’ll help out…" Terence got up and went off to take a piss.
Damian suspected that Big Bro’s time with Beth was going to pay dividends; they hit it off, and Beth was a total slut, obviously. He suspected that the time they’d spent playing enema games in the bathroom had covered more than the basics — but he knew better than to press. Big Bro was like Pa that way; they both were real sensitive about anything they considered to be less that macho. Damian had seen it in Pa, and Mama’s description of their swinging days bore the whole thing out. Big Bro probably had the same fascinations, but if Damian pushed things any at all, he’d drop the whole thing like a hot rock. Damian considered it significant that Big Bro hadn’t put cock sucking away totally when pussy arrived on the scene — but he felt that he really needed to lock the whole thing down. How was the question; the obvious tactic — a gay flick — would be tipping his hand too much — Big Bro would know he was getting his nose rubbed in it and shit would go thud. Damian drifted around the categories of their favorite video site, scanning for inspiration — and a light came on in his head…
Terence came back from the bathroom to find Damian pulling his meat to a video of some fairly decent looking black bitch fooling with a white dude. They hadn’t gotten that far yet; the bitch was topless, but still in her skirt when she had the dude stand up and went for his fly. The bitch had nice tits; Terence couldn’t decide whether they were real or fake — something porn videos had given him an eye for. You could generally tell when the bitch went doggy — they’d hang and get weird wrinkles in the sides … Terence plopped down beside his little bro, fished out his meat and started lazily stroking it.
Once she’d skinned the dude out of his pants, the bitch stood up for a bit and waved her thong-covered ass at him for a little bit, getting him to run his hands on it and stuff before she stepped out of her thong. Terence figured she’d start waving her pussy around, but she went right to her knees and started blowing the guy with her skirt still on.
It was a serious blowjob; the bitch went at it like she was killing rats, and was deep-throating him in no time! Terence started getting into the video and picked up the pace. A glance at Little Bro found him into things, too, slouched back against some pillows with his feet up on the bed rail fisting his cock. Damian eyed him, "C’mon, Bro…"
"Awright. Two minutes?" The two minute thing was one of the ways they made sure that everything was even; if you just blew the other guy, when he was done, he tended to be no longer interested and you didn’t get yours. It also said you were more queer than he was — a game Damian knew better than to play with Big Bro. This way, everybody stayed keyed up…
"Yeah, cool." Damian scooted his ass closer to the edge of the bed. Terence, settling himself between Little Bro’s legs, grinned; Little Bro wanted his ass played with…
Big Bro glanced at his watch and took control of Damian’s dick, sliding back the foreskin and rolling his lips over the tip. Damian groaned in pleasure. If Big Bro got into it again, he’d forget about the two minutes…
Terence worked up some spit and went deep; Beth had mentioned that if you gagged yourself a bit, you got a lot of spit and things worked better — including deep throat. She was right about one thing, Terence juiced right up…
"Ahh! Damn, that’s good!" Damian moaned. Terence grinned to himself and started sliding a finger up and down Damian’s ass crack from his balls to beyond his bunghole. Damian spread his legs further, shifting his feet on the bed rail. Big Bro was doing great things today … Pretty soon, Big Bro was gulping and licking and poking at Damian’s asshole seriously, and Damian wanted to let it ride and get his nut — but it was time for Big Bro to watch the show … He looked at his watch. "My turn…"
Terence backed off, glancing at his watch. Things had gone over again — but that was his fault, he guessed; he should have been watching the time, but he was trying some things … He got up and Damian got off the bed and they switched places. Terence settled himself as Damian had; by God if Little Bro wanted his ass played with, he could do the same for Terence…