The flick was doing this shot of the white dude running his dick in and out of the chick’s ass, missionary, shot from below; dude had a decent sized dick — like Lon’s, not Toby’s — and was wearing that ass out. Little Bro started running his lips up and down Terence’s shaft and Terence got into the action. Damian wasted no time going for Terence’s asshole with a finger, either — but that was okay; Terence liked that — a lot!
Ass was good stuff, Terence mused, watching the white dude wear it out. Beth’s had been seriously tight — and when it loosened up, a little swat and she was there again, clutching. The enema thing — which Terence had spoken to NOBODY about, really — had been really strange; the penetration, feeling the liquid go in … The cramps he could have passed on, but blowing stuff out was kind of hot … All in all it had added a realization that your ass could be an erogenous zone…
The scene shifted to the bitch, who was rolling her head around and moaning "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" Damian picked that moment to get serious with that finger, and Terence used a trick he’d learned from Beth to open up for it — pushing like you were going to take a crap — and Little Bro got the tip in and started wriggling it. Then the camera panned back…
The bitch was diddling herself or rubbing herself — waitaminnit — HOLY SHIT! The bitch had a dick! She was jacking off while a dude poked her ass! Damian started sliding his finger around, in and out, and Terence hung there, his eyes glued to the screen where something with tits and a dick was pulling on his/her pecker while taking serious meat up the ass. Drool from Damian’s sucking rolled over Terence’s balls to his ass crack, lubing Damian’s finger — which kept going deeper and deeper. On the screen, the bitch (?) started getting really agitated — then Damian’s finger found this spot in Terence’s ass, just as the bitch started shooting cum on her chest between her tits!
"WAAAAAAAA!!!!" Terence lost it, coming totally unglued, grabbing Little Bro’s head and trying to get his whole cock in him while his balls swelled up and bounced to the load of sticky cum he blasted directly at the back of Little Bro’s throat! "SUMBITCH!!!" Damian snatched his finger out of Terence’s ass and pushed on his legs to back off, and Terence realized what was up. "Sorry, Bro," he croaked. "You fuckin' sneaked up on me! Where the fuck did you find that flick?"
Damian grinned, rubbing his throat to help swallow Big Bro’s copious, sticky load. "Just lucky, I guess…"
"Yeah … Bitch surprised the shit outta me!"
Damian glanced over his shoulder; the white dude was spewing on the transvestite’s belly. "Is it really a bitch?"
"Got tits like a bitch, fucks like a bitch. Seems to want to BE a bitch. If I gotta call it something…" Terence replied.
"Yeah, guess so," Damian agreed. He wanted to talk about Big Bro’s reaction to finger fucking, but if he started it Big Bro would freak.
But Terence wanted to talk. "Man, you found this sensitive spot in my ass — I dunno what it was, but I HAD to get a nut, all of a sudden…"
Damian thought about it. "Prostate gland, I think. The one that makes your dick hard." Big Bro wasn’t talking about letting him in that deep; should he mention it?
"Well, I got hard, all right!" Terence exclaimed.
"Shootin' hard!" Damian agreed. "You gonna finish me off?"
"Yeah, find another video…" Damian did so, and Terence settled between Damian’s legs, determined to give as good as he got.
Sunday started quiet, too. Ma had the graveyard shift at the hospital — eleven p.m. to seven a.m. — so Toby got out of the house in order to let her sleep. First pass was Rick’s, but Rick wasn’t home and Jean — well, she looked like she needed time to herself — so Toby ended up at Lon’s. Video games and sports on TV were on the agenda; Candace was acting weird, too, which was just as well, as far as Toby was concerned…
Candace was in a funk over Toby — and Damian. This control thing was unaccustomed; neither her ex-husband nor the parade of men she’d had before or since had exercised any control over her — it had all gone the other way. Now, in a couple of weeks, she’d run into two men — mere boys, really — who could apparently make her bow to their wishes, whenever — and make her LIKE it! It was weird and scary and Candace just wasn’t sure what was going on…
Rick got out of the house early; there were a number of things he wanted peace and quiet to think about. The Carter family was big; Rick was the only one who knew both Terence and Damian — but that didn’t mean they were lifelong friends, or anything. Mutual enjoyment of their mothers might be a good reason to make them friends, but it wasn’t exactly something they could reveal in public. Maybe it wasn’t an issue; Mom had done Damian, but then she’d flaked … On the other hand, Rick had done Louise Carter — and both of them had enjoyed it a LOT! And Rick wanted a re-match…
After pondering a while, Rick decided that the Carter brothers would have similar issues, so with any luck they could come up with something before the beginning of the school year that would put them in related circles — all they had to do was put their heads together…
This sabbatical took up a couple of hours at the park, mixed as it was with people-watching and reading a book — but around eleven, the heat drove him off the bench he was occupying. Lunch at the food court in the mall was on the agenda, anyway, so he made his way there. The afternoon was planned, too; just as Rick despised Lon’s comedies, Lon was uninterested in science fiction films — he tended to class them with horror flicks. That was a general problem, Rick had to admit; certainly the TV networks did the same thing … So Rick knew better than to ask Lon to the new sci-fi flick at the cinema…
"YOU!" Rick looked up to see a small, dark-haired sprite in a Born to be Wild tank top over an absolutely bulletproof push-up bra, leather hot pants over fishnet stockings, and ankle-high black boots with narrow heels come tearing at him, across the theater lobby, one hand raised to strike.
Rick wasn’t the only one to assume that Teela was communicating a threat; one of the mall security guards detached himself from his position near the door, headed their way. Teela, detecting this, stopped about three feet from Rick and, standing rigid with her fists clenched at her side, erupted, "What kind of crap is your friend Hunky Boy feeding Sally? Did you hear they went out? What’s he up to?"
Rick opened his mouth to reply, but the security guard arrived. "What’s the trouble, here? Is she bothering you, Sir? I can have her removed…" The guard eyed Teela’s outfit, which made the usual negative impression.
"What? Oh, this?" Rick raised his arm and pantomimed carrying a knife. "That’s the new Goth hello. It’s even more impressive if she’s carrying her rubber knife with the jagged blade … I forgot the proper response — those trick handshakes always leave me confused. It’s all stylized — I’m supposed to raise my arm and block, then… — Well, let’s demonstrate, Teela — go ahead and start it…" Rick waved her forward.
Teela figured she had two choices — go along with the gag, or get kicked out of the cinema. She raised her hand and came forward, sweeping it down as if to stab him. Rick blocked with his left arm, swept her in with his right arm, and turned to the guard. "Here’s where I bite her on the neck…" He leaned in and put his lips on the left side of Teela’s neck, sucking.