Chapter 22

Over the next few days, Pete gradually coaxed me back to the land of the living. It wasn't easy for either of us. The sex was great: Pete was an extremely patient lover, and taught me ways of giving and receiving pleasure I'd never known before, not even with Rick and Ronnie. But I still found myself occasionally hating myself for what happened to Sky.

One afternoon in mid-June, we had just finished taking a shower together after a long session. Pete was lying next to me, reading Principles of Modern Philosophy, preparing for his freshman year at St. Petersburg Junior College, which started in two months. I looked out the window at the Gulf, hypnotized by the surf, and watched the breakers crash onto the shore. I could hear the echoes of the ever-present seagulls wailing in the distance. Despite the heat of the day, I felt a cold chill in the bottom of my stomach.

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you, Wil," Pete said, softly. He put down his book and lay his hand across my bare chest.

I nodded, but continued staring out the window.

"Wil," he said, pulling me over to his side. "I don't want to tell you to stop thinking about Sky. But I do want you to stop torturing yourself over what happened."

I stiffened. I still hadn't gotten to the point where I even wanted to hear Sky's name out loud. I stared at him angrily.

"You're such an ultra-maroon," he said, laughing.

I shook my head, then started to smile. "Stop laughing at me," I muttered, forcing myself not to laugh with him.

He stopped, then put his arms around me. "Wil, listen to me," he said. "Love, laughter and music are the only things that can get you through the pain in this world. And I love you more than anybody else. More than my parents, more than God, even more than myself. More than anything."

I nodded. "I believe you."

He kissed me.

A few more days passed. On Thursday, I felt like swimming, for the first time in weeks. I paddled up and down the shore, while Pete lay on the sand on a towel, watching me. In the distance, I heard a telephone ring, and saw Pete jump up and run back into the house. Seconds later, he came back out waving his arms on the back porch.

"WIL!" he called. "Phone!"

Who could that be, I thought, as I got out of the water and ran up the beach to the porch and through the doorway.

"If it's God calling," I said, dripping wet on the kitchen floor, my teeth chattering, "tell him to go pick on somebody his own size."

Pete shook his head and grinned, then covered the telephone mouthpiece. "C'mon, Wil," he whispered. "It's your folks. They're just worried about you, man."

I took the phone from him. "Hello?" I said.

"Wil, it's me," said my Mom. "We hadn't heard from you in a few days, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm okay, Mom," I said. "I'm feeling better. Really."

Pete came in and put a towel over my shoulders, then leaned on the kitchen table, folded his arms, and grinned at me.

I smiled back. Pete looked up at me and nodded.

"Oh, that's good," she said, relieved. "Your father and I have been so worried about you. Sharon, too."

"I'll be home soon, Mom," I said, looking over at Pete. He reached over and tousled my hair. I grinned.

"That's wonderful!" she said. "Listen, your little friend Ronnie called this morning from Dallas. He was very upset that you weren't here. I told him about the..." I heard her voice catch, then she continued. "...about what happened. He's very concerned about you, Wil. You really should call him."

"I will, Mom. Thanks."

"We love you, Wil," she said.

"Me, too," I said. She made kissy noises in the phone, and I rolled my eyes and hung up.

"I told your Mom I thought you were comin' back down to planet Earth," Pete said.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "I know now I can't bring Sky back. And it wouldn't do any good to kill myself."

Pete took me in his arms and hugged me. "Don't even talk like that," he whispered. "We're not gonna have all that much time together as it is."

"What do you mean by that?" I said, suspiciously.

Pete looked at me, with an odd, faraway look in his eyes. "You should go see Ronnie," he said. "In Texas. He wants you there. Go ahead, call him, Wil."

I nodded, and went back into the bedroom to look for my little notebook of phone numbers.

Ronnie was ecstatic to hear from me. He wanted to know everything I'd done over the last few months. He got very quiet when I told him about Sky, and what had happened.

"Jesus H. Christ," he whispered on the phone. "My Uncle Bob didn't get a copy of the newspaper until yesterday. I thought... Rickie and I thought it was just an accident."

I closed my eyes. "It was. But it had nothing to do with drinking."

"You gotta come out here, Wil," he said, insistently. "Uncle Bob'll send you a plane ticket. Please visit us, Wil! You promised!"

I looked over at Pete, and he nodded.

I sighed. "Okay, Ronnie. Maybe in a week."

"Make it Saturday," said Pete, in my ear.

"Saturday," I said, to Ronnie.

Saturday at 11AM, I took off in an Eastern Airlines fan-jet, a direct flight from Tampa International Airport to Dallas. I'd only been on a plane twice before, when I was just a little kid, and I was fascinated by how the ground looked from the air. I could still see the ocean surf from the distance, and could barely make out the white foam of the waves on the shore. I tried to figure out which of the tiny structures below was Pete's little house in Madeira Beach. It looked like the world's most elaborate miniature-scale model, like something out of a movie. I stared through the window until the wings were enveloped by wisps of clouds, and everything disappeared in a sea of white.

Two hours later, we landed in Dallas. Rick and Ronnie met me at the gate, and RJ was there, too. He took care of the luggage. I could hardly recognize either of my two friends. Gone were "The Geek Brothers," and instead were two tanned, taller young men, with blue jeans and flannel shirts, looking like junior cowboys from a rodeo. Rick had packed on a little muscle since I'd last seen him, and Ronnie was now about as tall as I was.

"Hey, what happened to you?" I said, laughing and playfully punching Ron in the shoulder.

"I was gonna say the same thing to y'all, Wil!" he said, squeezing my arm. "Jesus! You got muscles and stuff!"

I looked down. It looked like the same old body I always had to me. Well, maybe the workouts back at school had done some good, after all.

We left the main terminal and walked through the automatic doors, down the sidewalk and over to an enormous white limousine parked at the curb. There were six doors on one side, and the front radiator grill had a pair of bull horns, where a hood ornament should be.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't tell me this is your car!" I said, laughing. "That's the stupidest Texas cliché I've ever seen in my life!"

Rick and Ronnie laughed. "No, stupid. THAT'S our car." They pointed over behind the limo to a recent-vintage truck, a black Chevy wide pickup with double-wheels on the rear. I saw a small logo on the side door. "Lannigan Ranch, Plano, Texas," I read out loud.

RJ opened the passenger door for me as he tossed my suitcase and bag on the flatbed. "We-all ain't quite like the kinda Texans ya'll see on TV, Wil," he said, grinning. "Don't git me wrong -- my daddy's got money, but he only spends it whar it counts. We ain't exactly the 'Beverly Hillbillies' out here."

I nodded. "Sorry, RJ," I said, embarrassedly.

"No offense taken," he replied, clapping me on the shoulder.

The Lannigan Ranch was every bit as gigantic and lavish as Ronnie had said it was. It looked like something out of that movie Giant, the one with James Dean from the 1950s. I couldn't believe they had managed to build such an enormous mansion in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

"Holy shit!" I said, as we pulled through the main gate.

"Over there's the road that leads to the horse corrals," Ronnie said, pointing to the left. "And a way's over to the right are all the buildings for the farm equipment. Back to the side are the barns, and we've got 23 of them," he gushed.

"Where are the oil wells?" I asked, looking around.

"You lame-brain!" laughed Ronnie. "The main oil fields are more than a hundred miles from here," he said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Uncle Bob makes all his money here from horses and grapefruit and stuff."

"Ten thousands acres," drawled RJ, "one of the biggest lil' ol' ranches in East Texas. That's in addition to the other four places mah dad's got in the state." He pulled the truck up through a curved driveway and parked. "And right up here's the main residence. We call it the 'big house.' That's where the family lives, and ya'll be stayin' with us."

As we hopped out of the truck, I turned and gawked. There were about a dozen Mercedes, two gray Rolls-Royces, and some kind of hot red Italian sports car, each parked in neatly-lined spaces to the left.

Man, I thought, as we walked through the ornate oak-inlaid double front doors. This makes the country club back in Tampa look like a slum.

I had a terrific time on the ranch. Rick and Ron spent several days with me, trying to teach me how to ride a horse in the paddock, which was a large area outside the barn, ringed with a wooden fence. They laughed their asses off at me the first day. After just six months out here, the Lannigan brothers were now practically almost experts. They looked like they'd stepped right out of a Western TV show. As for me, I had trouble even getting on the damned horse in the first place. The thing looked enormous.

By about the third time the animal had thrown me off its back, RJ walked up to me in the riding ring and pulled me up out of the sawdust. "You got this all wrong, Wil," he said, grinning. "Ya gotta git yourself a horse attitude."

"Sounds more like horse shit," I muttered, rubbing my sore butt.

RJ clapped me on the shoulder. "I'm talkin' 'bout confidence, man! Ya just gotta fix it in your mind that ya'll's a lot smarter than the horse. You treat him right, and he'll treat you right." RJ tapped the side of his head with his index finger. "Y'all's got brains, Wil," he said. "But ya gotta show the horse who's boss."

Show the horse who's boss -- hmmm. I walked up to the horse, then reached out and petted its nose. It whinnied and drew back from me. I stepped forward, tried to shake the fear out of my head, and took firm hold of the bridle.

"It's okay, boy," I said, soothingly. "I just wanna ride you for a little while."

The horse stared at me, then leaned over. I patted the side of its long neck, and it nodded.

It couldn't be this easy, I thought.

"Come on, Wil," yelled Ronnie. "We don't have all dang day, ya nin-cow-poop!"

Shit, I thought. He even sounds like a Texan now. I put my left foot in the stirrup, grabbed the saddle horn with my left hand, then pulled myself up. The horse moved unsteadily, then turned and looked at me.

I grinned. "What're you lookin' at?" I said. "Let's go!"

I made a little click-click noise with my mouth, and we started trotting around the ring.

"THAT'S it, Wil!" yelled RJ. "I think y'all are gittin' the hang of it now!"

I looked up and grinned as I bounced up and down in the saddle. This was fun, I thought. Even if it did smell like shit. How do they stand the smell out here, I wondered.

Over the next couple of days, Ronnie dropped several very unsubtle hints that he'd like to do it with me. I told him I was still really down about the accident, and that sex was just about the last thing I was thinking about lately.

"Look, Ronnie," I said, putting my arm around his shoulder. "You can't be that horny. You've still got your brother, right?"

He frowned. "Rickie's got girlfriends," he said sarcastically, shaking his head. "He says he doesn't wanna do any 'kid stuff' anymore. And RJ's always busy workin' on the ranch."

"I'm really sorry, man," I said, quietly. "I'm still kinda out of it. Look, give me a few days, and maybe we can do it before I leave."

He nodded, reluctantly. "I can wait," he said, quietly.

Saturday, June 28th was my birthday. That night, Rick and Ronnie's Uncle Bob was nice enough to throw me what he called a "Texas-sized" party. A dozen or so teenage kids from his employees came along, and we lived it up. We had a giant outdoor dinner, complete with barbecued steaks, ribs, and beans, followed by a cake roughly the size of Omaha. Following the meal, Uncle Bob had some of his men set off some fireworks over the house. My mouth dropped open.

"This is nothin'," said Mr. Lannigan, from behind me. He laughed when he saw my reaction. "Wait'll ya'll see what we do 'round here for the 4th of July!"

After the fireworks show, which lasted about ten minutes, Rick and Ronnie led me over to the nearest barn.

"We got a present for ya, Wil," Ronnie said, slyly.

"Just what do you have in mind?" I said. Ronnie always made me nervous when he got that sound in his voice.

Rick and Ron both giggled, then led me into the barn. There was Mr. Lannigan and RJ, standing next to the horse I'd been riding for the last few days.

"The boys here tol' me how well you'd been pickin' up on horse-ridin'," said the elder Lannigan, grinning from ear to ear.

I protested. "No, no, sir," I said. "I'm a swimmer, I'm not a horse rider."

"Well," he said, laughing. "Y'all are now. This here's your horse, Wil. I'm givin' it to ya."

I stared. The horse whinnied, then took a step forward. I reached out and took the reins, and the horse nodded his head up and down.

"Jesus," I said. "This is right out of an episode of Fury," I laughed, referring to the old cornball 1960s kid's cowboy show.

The three of them grinned at me. "We wanted you to have somethin' cool," said Rick. "Whenever you come visit, this is your horse." I noticed he'd hardly stuttered at all since I'd seen him here in Dallas.

"We'll take care of him for you, Wil," said Ronnie, smiling at me.

I nodded, then reached out to pat the horse on his long neck. The animal turned his head, then nuzzled my face.

"He LIKES you, Wil!" squealed Ronnie.

"Shor does," laughed RJ. "Ah'd say this horse is a mite good judge o' people."

"Guys," I said, shaking my head. "I can't accept this."

"Now, Wil," said Mr. Lannigan, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Y'all know, ya never turn down Texas hospitality! Wouldn't be polite."

I grinned. "Okay. Thanks, sir."

"Call me Uncle Bob," he insisted.

"Right... Uncle Bob," I said.

He laughed and shook my hand. "Happy birthday, thar, Wil," he said, walking out the barn. "Y'all get a good night's sleep tonight. You boys oughta git some more ridin' in for tomorrow."

RJ walked around then put his hand up on the other side of the horse's head. "This is one fine animal," he said. "One of the best dang Arabian one-year old's on the whole ranch, and he's got a pedigree a mile long. But he's still missin' somethin', Wil."

I looked up at him. "What?"

"You gotta name him!" giggled Ronnie, who walked up beside me.

Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that. Well, 'Trigger' was already taken. 'Silver"s been used before. And 'Fury' was right out.

Rick looked under the horse's midsection and giggled. "If ya asked me," he said, "I'd say you could call him 'Little Wil.' Both of y'all are about the same dang size, ya know?"

Rick, Ron, and RJ all burst out laughing, and I smiled broadly.

"No, no," I said. "I think that'd be much too confusing."

The three of them grinned at me. "Then what, Wil?" asked Ronnie.

The horse let out a snort, then nuzzled my face again.

I thought for a minute, then looked up at him and smiled. "I think I'll name him 'Sky'," I said, softly. "Because he's wild, he's unpredictable, and because I think he loves me."

Ronnie put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you... you sure, Wil?" he asked, quietly.

I nodded. "Yeah."

RJ petted the horse's head. "Then 'Sky' it is," he said. "C'mon, boys. Y'all put Sky here back in his pen. I got one last birthday surprise for Wil."

As Rick and Ronnie led my horse away, RJ put his arm around my shoulder and walked me to the back of the barn. "I got me a couple'a friends o' mine ah want y'all to meet."

We went over to the back wall, where a large ladder went up at least 20 feet high to another level upstairs. Two handsome teens stepped out from a stall on the right.

"Wil," said RJ, "say hello to Jack and Jim. They're the Taylor boys. Their daddy works for us as the foreman out here on the ranch."

I looked up and saw two identically-dressed teenagers, both about 16. Each of them had pretty good builds, were just a little taller than me at about 5' 6", and wore tight blue jeans and a red plaid shirt. They had straight shoulder-length jet black hair, which they parted in the middle, and piercing black eyes. They were dazzling.

"Hi," I said. "I guess you guys are twins."

"Y'all figured that out, all on your own, didja?" said the one on the left, grinning.

I laughed. "Sorry. I guess you get that a lot."

They nodded. "Sometimes, even we can't tell the other apart," the one on the right drawled. "That's why we wear these li'l necklaces. Jack's is gold; mine's blue."

I looked closely. Just above their chests, I saw a thin little chain against their tanned skin. I gulped. I could see a deep muscular ridge leading from their necks down to their chests. Judging by the veins in their arms, and their wide shoulders, these two were pretty buff.

"I thought you'd like 'em Wil," said a voice to my left. I flinched. It was Ronnie, grinning from ear to ear.

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah," I said. "They seem pretty cool."

"So Wil," Ronnie said, trying not to laugh. "If Jim helped you off the horse, would you help Jack off the horse?"

I thought for a minute. "Well, yeah," I said, slowly. "I guess I would."

All four of them laughed, but I stood there with a quizzical look.

"GET IT?" Ronnie shouted, laughing so hard he almost fell down into the hay.

A sheepish grin spread across my face. "Jesus, Ronnie," I said, shaking my head. "That is so fucking lame."

"You should go up there," Ron whispered to me, pointing over to the ladder. I turned back, and saw that the Taylor twins had shed their shirts.

"It's mighty hot in here, wouldn't y'all say, Wil?" said the one on the left, who I think was Jim. I stared at his body. He was tight as a drum, and had a tan as good or better than anybody I'd ever seen back in Florida. His chest was smooth and very muscular, and he had just a sprinkling of little dark curls trailing down from his belly-button.

"I think it'll be a mite cooler up top in the hayloft, don'tcha think?" said the other boy. He began climbing up the ladder in front of me. As he gripped the rungs, I could see his arms were big and round. He had the same little football-biceps that Sky had.

Sky. My heart sank. I hadn't allowed myself to think of him in days, since I'd arrived at the ranch.

"C'mon, Wil," whispered a voice in my other ear. It was Jack -- at least I think that was him. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Y'all and me and Jimmy need to git better acquainted."

I nodded and followed him up the ladder. The hayloft was an enormous area, at least 40 feet square, and bales of hay were stacked all the way up to the peaked roof. There was enough of a crawl space to one side that you could walk through without any problem. A large brown blanket decorated with Indian symbols lay on the straw floor just in front of the ladder. A dim amber light behind us cast long shadows across the room.

Both brothers looked over and grinned at me. There was a thin sheen of sweat on their bare chests.

"I guess it is kinda hot in here," I said, nervously. I took off my shirt and lay it on a nearby wooden railing.

"You look mighty fine thar, Wil," said the brother on the left. "Mighty fine," repeated the one on the right.

"So, uh," I said, sitting down on the blanket. "What do you guys do for fun around here?'

The boys both laughed, then kicked off their boots and began sliding down their pants. Holy shit, I thought. They weren't wearing any underwear.

"I think y'all need to git a lot more comfortable," said Jack. Jim nodded, and they walked over to me and looked down.

I was still kind of nervous. I'd only met these guys five minutes ago, and now they wanted to... uh, I guess, do it.

Suddenly, Jim kneeled down and untied my sneakers. I started to protest, but Jack leaned over and began unbuttoning my pants and zipping down my fly.

"Y'all jes' lay back and relax, Wil," whispered Jack. "Cousin RJ says y'all need some real Texas hospitality for y'all's birthday. And that's jes' what y'all are gonna git."

In seconds, they'd pulled off my pants and socks and tossed them over to the side. I sat there, embarrassed, with a large bulge growing in my underwear. Jack and Jim grinned.

"Y'all want us to help ya with the rest?" Jim asked.

I shook my head and slowly pulled down my underwear, then tossed it in the pile of clothes with my jeans and sat back down on the blanket, my legs slightly open.

"Whooo-eee!" said Jack, eying my groin. "My, my. RJ wasn't pullin' our lariots about ya, Wil, that's for sure."

Both brothers dived towards me in the hay, and wound up one on either side of me. My heart pounded as they both reached between my legs. I was as hard as a rock, and my organ throbbed with every beat of my heart.

I gulped. "Are you sure nobody's gonna come up here?" I whispered, glancing around.

"Nobody but us," said Jim, quietly. "You're all ours for awhile. Y'all just relax thar, Wil."

Jim leaned forward and grabbed my face with both hands, then kissed me roughly. He began slurping hungrily all over my face, then slid down to my neck. I glanced over and saw his twin move down to my groin, with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. He opened his mouth and sank out of sight, and a second later, I was rewarded with an incredible warm and wet sensation in my groin.

I moaned. Jim kissed me again. "Y'all are the only boy we've seen that's near this big, 'ceptin' for RJ."

Jack momentarily let go of me and looked up, wiping some saliva off his face. "We're real good friends of RJ's," he said, grinning. "Real good."

I bet you are, I thought. Just like brothers.

He went back to slurping down below, while his twin began licking and tonguing my chest.

"Oh, god," I said out loud. "Jesus, that's good." I lay back on the blanket and propped myself up on my elbows as I watched the two boys kneeling down in front of me.

Jim sucked hard on my left nipple, while Jack took one of my balls in his mouth and swirled it around. My toes curled, and I squeezed the blanket as hard as I could. Sweat began dripping down from my underarms. I moaned again. Jesus, I thought. These guys make Rick and Ronnie look like nuns.

After a minute, Jim took his mouth away from my chest, then joined his brother down by my waist. He put his hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack sat up and let me momentarily slip out of his mouth. They kissed each other, passionately, then broke apart and simultaneously slid down on my member. Each of them took a different side, and slurped hungrily up and down my full length.

"Oh, CHRIST!" I moaned.

Jim began gently fondling my balls, then squeezed them a little harder. "Lordy," he said, almost reverentially. "Y'all's got a set on you that'd even make RJ jealous. They's real big."

"Thanks," I said, almost choking with pleasure.

Suddenly, the two brothers renewed their assault. "Oh, GOD!" I said, almost screaming. "Guys... I'm... I'm gettin' close."

Jim began licking the area immediately below my sac, while Jack plunged his mouth deeper and deeper, rapidly moving up and down on my erection.

I cried out and began bucking up and down like a bronco, plunging and plunging my arousal as deep into his mouth as I could. I felt more fireworks explode in my groin than I'd seen all night over the ranch.

At last it was over, and the two brothers fell back beside me. The three of us lay back on the blanket, sweating and panting for breath.

Jim lay his hand across my chest, then turned to me and smiled. "Ya got a great body, thar, Wil," he said, quietly. "Y'all's a swimmer, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I said, catching my breath. "Breaststroke, for my team at Tampa Central."

He laughed. "Now I never woulda figured y'all for a breast man." Jack grinned and massaged my right pec, then gently tweaked my nipple.

"I'm going to try to move over to Butterfly, soon," I said, still a little nervous.

Jack moved his hand down to my stomach. "Y'all got some great ab muscles on ya, too," he said, gently rubbing me. "How ya'll get that kinda definition?"

"Thanks," I said, looking down. "I started working on my abs for the last few months while I helped a friend of mine at school with his."

I sighed. I could see Sky again in the gym, running his hands up and down his muscled stomach, looking at the mirror and grinning at me.

"Wow," Jack said. "I bet that boy's got some kinda muscles on him."

Not any more, I thought.

Jack saw the look on my face. "I'm sorry, thar, Wil," he said, quietly. "I guess that was somebody who..."

"Yeah," I said, quickly. "He died. Almost a month ago."

Jack kissed me on the face. "Cousin Ronnie told us. Listen, Wil," he said quietly, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Ya'll just sit a'spell with us and relax. We just want y'all to enjoy yourself."

He reached down and gently took hold of my deflated member, which hung down over my right leg. "Man," he marvelled. "Now, if that don't beat all. This thang is pretty dang huge, even soft!"

I grinned. "Yeah," I replied. "I guess it is."

"You got all kinda veins and stuff in it, and it's mighty thick, too. And y'all are jes' Ronnie's age?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Actually, I'm a year younger. Today's my 14th birthday."

Jack let out a low whistle. "Shee-it!" he exclaimed. "I never woulda guessed it. Y'all ready for one more go 'round, Wil?" he asked.

"I dunno, guys," I said. "I'm really kinda tired."

They stood up beside each other and grinned at me, their boyish penises dangling between their muscular legs.

"On the other hand," I said, my heart starting to pound, "maybe I do have another half hour."

Both of the Taylors laughed. They really were terrific-looking -- wide-shouldered, with narrow waists, and just a little body hair. Their chests were smooth, tight and well-defined, with deep ridges running down the center, all the way from their necks to their bellies. Their waists were impossibly small, and their powerful arms bulged with veins and muscles, like young Olympic gymnasts. However, both of them had what I'd call somewhat diminutive teenage equipment, judging by what I'd seen back in the showers at school. Jack already seemed to have a partial hard-on.

"Hey," I laughed. "I think Jack's a little bigger than you are, Jim."

"He is not!" Jim said, angrily.

"Am too!" snapped Jack. He turned to me. "We've been arguin' 'bout this since we were pups, Wil. See, I'm a little older than mah brother..."

"...yeah, by ten minutes," said Jim, rolling his eyes.

Jack laughed. "Well, anyway," he continued, "we've measured our dicks before, and I'm definitely 1/4" bigger than he is."

"Shut up, Jack-ass!" said Jim, who turned away from us and pouted.

Jack grinned at me. "He's a mite sensitive about it," he whispered to me.

"Hey, guys," I said. "Take my word for it -- it doesn't matter how big it is. It matters what you do with it. And can we get going here? I'd sort of like to get to sleep eventually." I'd been up since 6AM, helping Ronnie with his chores, and I really was tired.

Both twins laughed. I was definitely beginning to get aroused again, just by looking at them. I took a deep breath.

"You know," I said quietly. "There's one thing I've always wanted to do."

I got down on my knees on the blanket in front of them and reached up. Their arousals were very boyish, but perky -- just a little bit smaller than Sky's, and definitely an inch or so less than Ronnie's. But their shape was smooth, perfect, and flawless, like a textbook illustration of the male member.

"Them's pretty dicks, ain't they?" said Jack, grinning.

I nodded. "And just the right size," I said. I leaned forward and took them both into my mouth at the same time.

The twins moaned, and I felt them quickly throb to full attention. Jim put his hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair. I reached forward with both hands and lightly gripped their sacs and gave a gentle squeeze. They groaned again, louder, and began slowly thrusting into my mouth. I could smell a subtle lustful odor, a mixture of sweat and some kind of sweet spice. My heart began to race, and I felt my groin surge.

"Hold off thar, Wil," said RJ, who was climbing up off the ladder behind me. "Y'all ever hear of a 'Lucky Pierre'?"

Jim grinned and nodded, disengaged himself from my mouth, then walked away and started rummaging around for something in the back of the hayloft, up on a wooden shelf.

What? I had read a few more reference books on human sexuality in the library over the last few months, but didn't recall that one.

"No," I said. "Who's this Pierre guy, and why is he so lucky?"

Jim walked over and showed me what he'd taken down from the rafters. It was a little tin of vaseline.

I felt a little confused. Did both of them want to, uh, do it to me at the same time? It didn't seem possible, and even if it was, I wasn't sure I'd ever be ready for that. Just handling Sky a few weeks ago was painful enough.

Before I could start thinking about my friend, RJ grinned and guided me over to a side area in the hayloft. As we walked, my half-hard endowment swung back and forth pendulously between my legs. We stopped in a little alcove, which was dimly lit from above by a bare light bulb, which hung down from a chain on the ceiling. In front of us was a leather saddle, mounted on a couple of two-by-fours like a sawhorse. RJ began taking off his clothes and hung them over the railing. Jim leaned over on his stomach on the saddle, then spread his legs wide open and began applying vaseline to the right area.

"I kin handle ya, Wil," he said, looking back at me. "I been with RJ before with no problem. You jes' gimme all you got."

Jack put his hand on my shoulder. "Then, when ya'll are ready," he said in my ear, "I'll get right behind ya."

I looked down at his arousal. Even erect, it didn't look very big. I felt certain I could take it.

RJ leaned forward and dabbed some of the clear goo on my erection.

"Jesus!" I cried. "That shit's cold!"

RJ laughed. "It'll git warmed up real fast," he said. "Now, y'all go nice and slow on mah boy Jimmy, thar."

I nodded, then leaned forward and aimed at Jim's target, which was completely hairless except for a few dark wisps on his thighs below. I looked so huge. There was no way it could fit in there. I looked up at RJ and he grinned at me and nodded, then began stroking himself with his bare hand.

Okay, I thought. Here goes. I looked down at Jim's back. His thighs and butt were extraordinarily tight and well-muscled -- probably from all the hard work out here on the ranch, I thought. I stared at the deep ridge down his back, which went from the base of his neck all the way down to the groove between his hairless, firm buttocks. I stroked his back with my hand, then placed the tip of my head against Jim's opening. It felt slick and gooey, but very warm. I slowly began pushing it inside.

Jim gave a brief "ohhhhh," then motioned for me to continue. "Keep goin'," he moaned, gritting his teeth.

I shoved it in another couple of inches.

"Oh, MAN," he said. "Ya'll are definitely a lot bigger than RJ."

"Told ya!" said a voice to my right. I looked over and it was Ronnie. He was naked and leaning back on the edge of a nearby railing, fondling himself and grinning at me. I smiled back at him.

"Go on, Wil!" he called. "Don't stop for me. I'm just enjoyin' the show!"

I gave one last shove, and it went in all the way up to the hilt.

"GOD!" Jim moaned. "Oh, Wil. Please... jes' start fuckin' me."

Well, he's got better endurance than Cynthia ever did, that's for sure, I thought. I began slowly thrusting in and out. It felt absolutely wonderful, yet very different from anything I'd ever experienced before. After a minute, I was surprised by how easy it was for me to do this. I guessed that, on some level, instinct took over to the point where it felt totally natural. I began idly thinking about how man had been doing something like this for probably a couple of hundred thousand years, and how it was probably programmed into our DNA. Aliens probably taught us how to do it, I thought, just like the apes in 2001.

Suddenly, the animal part of my brain took over, and I began to grunt. "Oh, shit," I said, panting. "This is so fucking good."

I became aware of Jack standing beside me. "Hol' up, Wil," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Now, we git to the good part. This won't take but a second."

I felt his fingers push into my backside. The liquid was cold, but his fingers were warm. He gently shoved in a finger, then wiggled around. I felt a quivering deep below my stomach, and I involuntarily moaned.

"You're almost ready," Jack whispered. "We gonna take this nice 'n slow."

I felt a second finger slip inside me. It hurt for a moment, then I nodded. My own erection throbbed inside Jim, and felt bigger than ever. I looked over at RJ, who was standing right next to me and fondling his own enormous endowment, which was every bit as big as mine. Sweat glistened on the front of his chest.

"Okay," Jack whispered to me from behind. "Here goes. Hang on, Wil."

He put his bare chest up against my back, and I felt a sharp stabbing pain. I gasped, and suddenly he was inside me. It was an intense pressure, mixed with a strange, yet curiously-pleasant feeling.

"I won't move a bit, Wil," he said, panting. "Y'all do all the work."

I began to thrust again, slowly. As I pushed in, my groin twinged with Jim's warmth and tightness. As I pulled out, Jack's erection went deeper inside me from behind. I moaned at the double onslaught on my body, with two completely different kinds of bliss sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"Oh, FUCK!" I moaned.

"Now, ya'll know why they call the boy in the middle 'Lucky Pierre,'" Jack whispered in my left ear. He playfully bit my earlobe, then began passionately kissing and licking my neck.

I leaned on top of Jim and began pumping my loins deeper. RJ leaned forward and gently tweaked both of my nipples, then kissed me and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned as his tongue met mine, then he sucked the tip back into his own mouth. I looked down and saw that my nipples were now erect, and I saw a bead of sweat drip down my chest.

I began to go mad with delight. Every move I made was like a little electric charge, wired directly to my groin. I leaned back and sped up my attack. My lower half seemed to have a mind of its own, bucking and thrusting like some kind of insane wild bull. From behind me, Jack got into the rhythm and began gently pumping with me and moaning.

RJ stood up and leaned over, then pointed his massive endowment towards my face. I reached out with my left hand and guided it into my mouth. I began to swoon. I looked down and could see my own enormous erection slide in and out from Jim below. Just above it, I saw RJ's almost-identical arousal, as it plunged deep into my mouth again. It was almost like looking at a mirror.

At last, the explosion detonated. I babbled nonsense words, completely unintelligible because of RJ's erection in my mouth. I plunged and I plunged into Jim as if I'd die there, and felt a series of eruptions in my groin. Jack momentarily sped up his thrusts, then cried out and fell back on the hay behind me. RJ slipped out of my mouth as I collapsed on top of Jim, our sweaty bodies rising and falling as we lay together on the saddle, catching our breath. I felt something warm and wet oozing down my thighs.

"WOW!" said Ronnie, almost reverentially.

The four of us turned and looked at him, still leaning against the wooden rail. He was covered almost from head to toe with his own white goo.

"That's the biggest one I've ever had," he said, panting and giggling.

"Hey!" yelled Jim from underneath me. "Ya'll ain't let me come yet!"

I grinned. I had enough strength for one more. I stood up, gently pulled out, and let Jim get off the saddle and lie down on the blanket in back of us. I got down on my knees, reached out and grabbed him. He was rock-hard and throbbing. I looked down and noticed his balls were virtually hairless, like mine. My mouth watered at the sight of his boyish package. I leaned down and gobbled him up, all in one motion. His entire body went rigid.

"Oh, man!" he cried.

I sucked and plunged up and down his shaft as if my very life depended on it. Jim began to moan softly, then I reached down and wiggled one of my fingers deep inside him, using the same lubricant I'd left there only moments ago. That did it. Within just a few seconds, he curled his toes and groaned, his hips pumped, and I felt my mouth fill with a thick, salty taste. I let it shoot right down my throat, and swallowed the rest.

Seconds later, RJ cried out. We looked up just in time to see several white eruptions shoot out from his huge endowment like streams of rope, spurting all over the straw floor.

"Lord," he said, gasping and holding onto the saddle for support, "you boys are one mighty powerful turn-on."

I collapsed next to Jim on the blanket. Jack sat down, then slid next to me and lay back. The Taylor brothers put their arms around me.

"Happy birthday, Wil," said Jack. Jim leaned over and kissed me, then reached down and gently fondled my limp organ.

Ronnie and RJ walked over with a towel, having just finished wiping themselves off.

"That was cool, Wil," Ron said. "You and me gotta try that sometime."

"You're assuming I'm ever gonna be able to walk again after this," I said, laughing.

I felt more exhausted and completely spent than I ever had in my life. After a minute or two, the two brothers helped me back up to my feet, and Ronnie wiped me off and handed me my clothes.

"Thanks, Ronnie," I said, leaning over and kissing him gently. "That was definitely a great birthday."

He looked up at me with an expression of pure love on his face, and nodded.

"If ya'll ever wanna get together again, Wil," said Jack, pulling up his jeans, "jes' let us know. Anytime, any place."

RJ nodded. "This is the most fun we've had in a coon's age."

"In a what?" I asked, bewildered. Jesus, these guys talked funny.

The four of them laughed. "Jes' an old Texas expression," Ronnie giggled.

I rolled my eyes and laughed.
 
   
 

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