Doug and I sat facing each other as Herbie broke into our conversation. He didn’t want us alone together.
“Miss me?” Herbie asked, slipping his hand in Doug’s jeans.
“Herbie, not in front of Martin,” Doug said. “You know how I feel about that.”
“He sees me doing it to Greg all the time,” Herbie explained his logic. “Someone’s horny. Martin make you hard, Douglas?”
“Herbie! That’s not funny. Don’t squeeze so hard. Why don’t you give it a rest tonight?”
“Your lips say no no but your dick says, hell yes. Doug likes you, Martin. He was hard when I got here. You two have eyes for each other?”
“Herbie!” Doug said, squirming but not disengaging the awkward hand in his pants.
“Doug! It’ll only take a minute, but I don’t have to tell you.”
“Herbie!”
I tried not to laugh but they were funny. If I thought Doug wasn’t able to fight Herbie off, I’d have suggested Herbie return to the TV room, but Doug’s posture told me he didn’t mind all that much. Letting Herbie do it in front of me made him uncomfortable.
“Does he do that to everyone?” Lee asked, moving to the opposite corner of the couch from Doug and Herbie.
“No,” I said. “Not yet at least.”
“I left you in there to take care of Greg. He’ll get lonely,” Herbie said.
“He’s asleep. Besides, he needs to give that thing a rest. You’ve been on it since I got here,” Lee said. “Don’t want to rub him raw.”
“Rub Greg raw?” Herbie said. “Not likely. You maybe. Haven’t made up my mind about you yet.”
“You don’t know me yet,” Lee said. “Am I eligible to get a hand before the weekend ends? I like to think I’m easy to get to know if you aren’t worn out in the meantime.”
“You want Herbie to play with your dick?” I asked, sounding surprised, because I was surprised.
“I wouldn’t turn him down. He’s kind of cute. I’m kind of horny. Sounds like a match made in the back row of the dirty movie theater back in Dallas. It’s been so long since someone touched my dick I’m not sure I can still get it up,” Lee said. “For a Texas boy that’s a negative.”
“You’re hard right now,” Herbie said. “I hope you’re better at doing stuff than you are at lying.”
“You’ve been peeking,” Lee said. “That’s a plus. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”
“I do way more than peek,” Herbie said. “This is all I can get away with up here. Doug won’t kiss if we aren’t engaged.”
“Herbie, I won’t kiss if we are engaged. Don’t even think about it,” Doug said.
“This means my dream of doing a sixty-nine with you might be off the table?” Herbie asked.
“Off the table, down the drain, and out the question,” Doug said.
“I do that,” Lee said. “I’ve been known to 68 and I’m well known for my foreplay.”
“Let me finish with handsome here. Can’t leave him hanging, huh Doug? I can feel you loading up. I knew you’d be glad to see me.”
“Herbie!” Doug complained, as he straightened his legs to make Herbie’s hand less cramped.
In a flash Herbie was on Doug’s zipper and Doug’s dick popped into view. Douglas didn’t wear underwear. That’s why the bulge was so apparent.
Doug’s complaint didn’t last long. He closed his eyes and leaning his head back. Herbie turned a little to get a better grip on Doug’s dick. Doug’s face showed no sign of displeasure. Herbie smiled.
“Ride the wave, babe. You never cease to amaze me, Douglas. Go ahead. Let it go. You’re right there.”
“Damn,” Lee said as Doug gulped air.
“That’s it, babe. Go with the flow. You are horny tonight. Good thing I came out to check on you, huh?”
“Shut up,” Doug said. “I’ll make you stop if you keep talking.”
“Yeah, sure you will,” Herbie said. “And I’m going to fly home tonight.”
“Damn. Big dicks run in the family,” Lee said.
“Not quite,” Herbie said. “Greg’s bigger.”
“Can’t say the difference wouldn’t make it a lot easier on someone’s jaws,” Lee said. “Do you all just whip it out and take care of business anywhere you please?”
“You should come by for one of the pool games,” I said. “loser jerks off the winner. Everyone’s half dressed.”
“I’ve never been very good at pool,” Lee said. “I’ve always been good at jerking guys off though. I do have a certain reputation back home.”
Doug’s legs were tensing up and his toes pointed out as his breathing became raspy and uneven. I could see his stomach spasm through the tight tee-shirt he wore. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of Doug’s face. He looked lost inside the lust he was surrendering too.
“This is better than the back row at the dirty movie theater,” Lee said. “You can’t see anything there.”
“Let me finish this and you won’t even remember Dallas when I’m done with you,” Herbie said.
Herbie’s hand moved at a steady easy pace. There was no doubt Doug was full size now. His wasn’t quite as fat as Greg’s and it lacked an inch or so in length, but except for its creamy color, there was little difference between his and his brother’s dick.
“We’re getting close. We’re a little bashful tonight, aren’t we? You’re usually done by now, Douglas,” Herbie said happily pumping away.
“Shut up. I’m not used to putting on a show for everyone.”
“Douglas, you think I forgot Germany. You didn’t care there.”
“That was kid stuff,” Doug said. “Quit talking. I’m trying to concentrate. You can impress the audience later.”
It was like we weren’t even there. Herbie leaned closer against Doug’s arm and shoulder. Doug’s hand was locked on the bulge that ran down Herbie’s right leg.
Herbie’s position made perfect sense now. When he turned toward Doug, Doug’s hand rested on top of Herbie’s right thigh. Sometime during the operation, Doug had gotten a grip on Herbie’s dick through his pants.
My mouth went dry. Lee stared. Doug hand twisted Herbie roughly.
“Shit, I didn’t think to get a towel,” Herbie said. “This could get messy.”
“Too late now,” Doug said, and his toes pointed hard as the white fluid leaped up over his dick, landing on Herbie’s arm and wrist as he maintained his motion once the shooting started.
Another eruption went just as high and came down on the back of Herbie’s hand and on Doug’s shirt. Doug lifted his hips to help Herbie’s hand finish the job. White fluid leaked down the sides of the stiff dick and over Herbie’s fast fingers.
Doug’s toes wiggled as he panted from the ordeal. I could see him slowly relaxing as Herbie let the dick slip out of his hand as he watched Doug’s hand twisting him rudely.
“Let go or you’re going to make me make a mess, Douglas,” Herbie said with desperate words.
Doug had an evil little grin as he breathed deep while twisted Herbie’s dick. Herbie tried to free himself from Doug’s grip, but this only caused Doug to squeeze harder. I could tell by the expression on Herbie’s face, it was already too late.
Herbie stopped struggling. He watched Doug do whatever he pleased with him. Herbie had reached the moment of truth and Doug was tickled about it.
“Shit,” Herbie said and his body twitched unnaturally as a wet patch grew down his pants leg. “Fuck. Guess who was horny and made a big mess.”
“Too bad too. I was looking forward to spending some time with you,” Lee said.
“Shit, that thing’ll get hard as soon as you get anywhere near it. I heard about your blowjobs. Mark me down for one when you have the time,” Herbie said, leaning back and lifting up his dick through his pants. “I should wear underwear at times like this. It’s running down my leg. I’ll stick to my pants.”
“We’ll just have to get you out of those before you do,” Lee said.
“Serves you right. You think you’re going to embarrass me in front of my friend. I don’t think so. What comes around goes around, Herbert.”
Doug leaned to one side and yanked some tissue out of a box on the end table. He tossed a few at Herbie before he began to clean himself up. Herbie wiped the back of his hand and his forearm.
“Just like Greg. Never goes soft,” Lee said.
“Remember it wasn’t my idea,” Doug said. “I like privacy with my sex.”
“You weren’t having sex, Douglas. I was jacking you off.”
“Close enough for me. You’re about all there is these days.”
“What the fuck?” Greg said, watching Herbie and Doug cleaning their dicks with tissue as Lee stood watch and I sat in front of Doug in the easy chair. “Martin!”
“What? My dicks in my pants and my hands are clean.”
“What are you doing? You come up here to take care of me. I thought you did anyway. I wake up all alone. You guys are out here fucking around with each other.”
“Not yet,” Lee said, “but I’ve got hopes. It’s hard to keep your audience, when you keep falling asleep, Greg.”
“I’ll get to you,” Herbie said, holding his flexible snake straight up to clean its smooth sides.
“Jesus, a foot long. Just what I always wanted,” Lee said.
“You can clean it for me. I’m not bashful,” Herbie said.
“You better go back in the TV room, Martin. He’ll take it out on me if you don’t. We’ll talk later. He sleeps a lot and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Martin!” Greg said.
“Coming, masser,” I said. “Coming.”
“That was quick. Didn’t even see you whip it out,” Lee said.
“I’m ready just watching these two,” I said, as I passed Lee on my way back to the TV room.
“Not my brother,” Greg said to Lee. “You understand?”
“Not a problem. Herbie’s my kind of guy,” Lee said.
“Don’t’ worry about your brother, Grego. One is enough for me. If you do it right you only need one. Then you have time for other things,” Doug explained.
“Not what you said last night, Douglas,” Herbie said, and Lee laughed. “Just a quick one before you leave, Herbie. Please.”
“It’s tonight, Herbie. You keep telling everything you know and you aren’t going to know anything else,” Doug said with no doubt in his voice.
“Ouch! Score one for the home team.”
“He says that all the time. He loves it. Says I got the softest hand ever. Don’t you, Douglas?”
“Herbie, look around you. There are plenty of hands.”
“Ouch!” Lee said. “Strike two. The tall kid goes down. The tall kid is down. Score two for the home team.”
“Lee, shut up,” Greg said. “That’s my little brother.”
“Yes, sir,” Lee said. “He is cute and not that little.”
“This was my party,” Greg complained. “Why’s everyone out here with him?”
“Party,” Doug said. “This is a party? You’re slipping, big brother. You’re losing your touch.”
“I’ll slip you something and you’ll be limping for two days again. Remember last time,” Greg growled. “Get it out. Sound familiar?”
“Greg!” Doug said.
“Doug!” Greg said, finally pivoting on the rubber bumper on his cast to go back toward the TV room.
I waited for him to settle on the couch. He left room for me and so I sat down beside him. He looked sad.
“I’m mad at you,” he said solemnly.
“I wish you weren’t but I’m not a nun, Greg. You ain’t no nun either. Everyone likes a show,” I said. “You’re beginning to get bossy. That doesn’t go very far with the help. I’m a big boy. I can decide who I want to talk to.”
His hand eased over on top of mine. It was warm. He moved it until our fingers were intertwined. He held the result up a few inches to look at how we were connected.
“I know. I’m a dick. I want to be in on everything. I want to run everything. I always have run everything,” he said in a soft voice. “My brother isn’t supposed to upstage me. He’s always wanted to be me.”
“Doug? Your own brother? Greg, you’re hopeless. Is anyone safe from that thing?”
“I don’t go looking for it. I know that’s how it looks, but there are no shortage of people who want it. Everyone wants a piece of the king.”
“Doug is very attractive. He’s growing up. In some ways he is more appealing than you are. He’s standing in your shadow but he doesn’t need to keep doing that. He does it because he thinks you’re the cats meow. I can’t believe you did your own brother. I can’t believe he let you.”
“Wasn’t my idea. You mistake my little brother for the innocent kid he thinks he is. The truth isn’t quite so convenient. He wanted to see if he could. He couldn’t. End of story, but I let him try. I’m not proud of it, but someone gets it hard, and I’m likely to put it anywhere.
“Shouldn’t have said it though. I told Squirt I wouldn’t tell anyone if he wanted to try. He’s only the way he is because I’m the way I am. I know that. Now my brother hates me too. I’m such a prick sometimes. I can’t help myself.”
“No one hates you,” I said. “You’re a bit much at times. You might have been the king, but you grew up, Greg. You’re a big boy now. The king is dead and acting like he’s still in charge will only push more and more people away.”
“It will,” he said. “I’m sorry I’m a prick. I don’t like it when you’re with someone else. You’ve been with me for a long time. I need you to keep doing that.”
“I can’t be with you all the time,” I said. “I like Doug and he wants me to pay some attention to him. I can’t ignore him. He’s in the same house you’re in. So don’t push your luck, bucko. Don’t make it an either or situation and it won’t be one.”
“I said I’m sorry,” he said, squeezing my hand. “We’ll always have the hospital.”
“Yeah, we will,” I said as we watched television. “I was just talking to Doug. Then Herbie showed up and you know what that’s like? Then Lee joined the peanut gallery. In some ways he’s like Herbie, only cute and not as obnoxious.”
“Especially I don’t like you being alone with my brother. I trust you. I don’t trust him. My innocent little brother isn’t so innocent, Martin. He acts like he doesn’t want to do anything, but he does plenty. Believe me, I know way more than he thinks I know.”
“Greg, I like your brother. Don’t make it either or. I won’t be pushed.”
“I do too. I still don’t like you with him. I’ll be good.”
“I don’t like you with Herbie, Ronnie, Tony, Timmy, Len, and so many others I can’t remember them all at the moment,” I said. “Rolf and Dieter and…”
“All right already. Who told you about Rolf and Dieter. Had to be Doug or Herbie, and Herbie doesn’t talk. What did he tell you about Rolf and Dieter?”
“They’re German. That’s in Germany.”
“They’re just friends. Guys I knew in another world. Hell, Rolf is an old man by now and Dieter is probably dead. I have seen either of them since I was fourteen and Doug wasn’t allowed to hang around them.”
I whistled and looked around the room.
“Doug told you and he was hanging around them. I told him to stay away from those two.”
“Doug’s my friend. I’m not talking. I want talk about you either, not that there’s anything to talk about.”
“He’s also my brother.”
“Herbie?”
“He’s not my brother. He’s okay. Herbie’s comfortable.”
“No, but he does jerk your brother off every chance he gets. You don’t talk about that much. Herbie’s a whore.”
“I told you he was. I knew why he wasn’t coming up to see me. He always hangs around Doug. They’re thick as thieves. Herbie’s still thinks he’s in Germany. Sex and nudity aren’t a big deal. You don’t freak out if you see s boys dick or a chick’s tit. Here… here it’s like sex hasn’t been discovered yet, but I’m here, and you’re here, someone must have figured it out somehow.”
“It’s on everyone’s mind. They pretend it hasn’t been discovered yet. Herbie could get himself in a world of hurt if he pulls that shit with the wrong dude, Greg.”
“He’s harmless.”
“Herbie’s pretty forward,” I said. “It’s not smart around here.”
“You noticed that, did you? I’ve told him. He won’t listen.”
“You’re a big help. You can’t wait to show someone your dick. Showing off gets old after a while.”
“It isn’t showing off if you can back it up with proof,” he bragged.
“It’s showing off when your as big as you are,” I revealed. “Sure, everyone will look at it, and then they’ll think what a dope for showing them. This isn’t Germany. You’re going to get busted.”
“I like how guys envy me.”
“You’re big. It’s cool. I don’t mind that.”
“Didn’t know you noticed,” he said. “Want to see?”
“My jaws are still tired from last weekend.”
“Oh, see how you’re making me horny, Martin. You say all that stuff and then hit me with the old, ‘my jaws are tired routine.’ I’ve heard that one before.”
“I was just saying. It’s information about how what we did last weekend made my jaws sore.”
“Don’t remind me. I’m trying to be a good boy for you. For someone who says he has never done anything, you’ve got a way with dicks. You’re like my brother. You look innocent but you’ve been around. Then you want to tell me about it so I get horny again. I was just trying to be good.”
“You’re always horny,” I said. “I’m not. I’ve never known anyone I wanted to do anything with before. It’s easy to stay innocent when I don’t find anyone that interesting.”
“You never found anyone interesting and now you’re hot for my brother, Lee, Herbie, and me. That’s hard to believe, Martin. It stretches the imagination.”
“Herbie is not someone who makes anyone hot. Herbie is Herbie,” I said, not thinking of another way to put it.
“That’s Herbie all right. So you’d do it with my brother and Lee though,” he said.
“You did,” I said. “Think of me as following in your footsteps. Lee already asked and I said no. The subject hasn’t come up with your brother. We end up right here where we started. I don’t know why, but you interest me. As much as I know about you, that’s probably not bright, but didn’t someone say love is blind?”
“I don’t like thinking of you with either of them. Just because I do something doesn’t mean you should. I’m a dick, remember?”
“No. I am not thinking about them seriously, but I don’t figure I can keep you satisfied by myself. You’re more horny all the time, Greg.”
“More horny. Hornier. More hornier than I was horny before you started talking about blowing me.”
“I wasn’t talking about blowing you. You keep talking about me blowing you. I mentioned my jaws is all.”
“Me too. You have a nice mouth. You know how to use it too. For someone with no experience you are good at what you do, Martin.”
“Totally by accident I assure you. Besides, you taught me everything I know. All the experience I’ve had involves you. You’ve got to have something to do with my success. I couldn’t do it alone.”
“Haven’t taught you everything I know yet,” he said smiling. “Actually, when you come down to it, Bobby-Lee knows his way around a dick. You… you make me hot. All you’ve got to do is kiss it and I’m ready to blow a nut. Bobby-Lee has to work on it and work on it some more, and then I’ve got to imagine something sweet to get off while he’s doing it.”
“Didn’t expect to hear a compliment from you on my cock sucking ability. I’ve been looking for a book on it. How to Suck a Buddy’s Big One or The Technique of Big Blowing.”
“You’re funny. Truth hurts, I guess. I never expect to react differently to you then other boys who suck me. It’s always been horsing around to me. Seeing boys who want to give my dick a good going over excites me. It’s a power trip when a guy wants to see it, touch it.”
“Not to mention what you want,” I said.
“I was horny and now we’re talking about what?”
“You. What else?”
“I come home for good next week. You’ll have to come here to see me after work. My mother’s a better cook but she don’t do subs or pizza. I’ll have to take you out for those. I know it’s your favorite.”
“Your parents want me hanging around here?”
“They’re puppy dogs. You’ll love them. They have to love you. You’re with me. They’re actually fond of you already. You score high on the my son’s friend scale.”
“They do? Why?”
“You’re my friend. It’s in the contract under parental responsibility to children. Must love and treat each child’s friend as if they were a brother,” he said. “It’s also not something anyone else has done before. Be my friend. I’m pretty hard to take in large doses,” Greg revealed. “Ask my parents. They’ve been on vacation since my accident.”
“I didn’t know you came in any other size.”
“You know what I mean. They’re pretty amazed you’re still talking to me. They aren’t, but that’s another story. I’m their son and they’re stuck with me. They love me, but it takes some work on their part. I’ve always been a handful.”
“As long as I’ve known you anyway,” I said.
“I try,” Greg said. “Do you want me to try harder? I do harder pretty well.”
“Do you need anything?”
“No, just sit here with me. That’s what I want right now. I’m jealous of my brother. He’s too pretty to be a boy, but I do like him.”
“Me too,” I said.
“I’m sorry I’m such a dick, you know?”
“I know,” I said.
“You going to stay with me tonight?”
“Of course. You aren’t ready to solo yet.”
That’s where I stayed for a long time. I woke up with Greg asleep. His head was in my lap.
I didn’t remember where I was at first. I’d only woke up somewhere other than in my families house a couple of times. Each time I was with Greg. I’d smell him and remember where I was, even in the dark. Greg always smelled like a man to me. I loved his smell.
I needed to piss and when I went out to get something to drink, the house was quiet. Doug was face down on the couch. He raised up when he heard me in the kitchen.
“Where’d everyone go?” I asked.
“Bring me a root beer. You don’t have to go right back.”
I handed him his drink and I sat in the chair in front of the couch. Doug’s shirt was off and his chest was tight and starting to develop into a man’s chest. His nipples were bigger and more round than Greg’s. Doug was a little more perfect in every way than his nearly perfect brother.
“Don’t know where they got off to. There clothes are on the floor in front of the couch. I figure they didn’t go far. They couldn’t leave each other alone. Check my parent’s room, will you? I hate to think of them roaming around the neighborhood peeking into windows,” Doug said.
The door to the bedroom was open and the light from the hallway allowed me to see the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s the first time I’d seen either one of them quiet. Their constant motion had been stilled by intimacy.
“Damn! Greg was right,” I said.
I backed away and turned out the light in the hall.
“They in there?” Doug asked as I reappeared.
His shirt was back on but his pants were still unzipped from his go round with Herbie hours before. I couldn’t help myself. I looked at the pubic hair visible in the opening.
“They sure are. I think they like each other,” I said, making myself be good.
“I told them to take it in there. Couldn’t leave each other alone. They wanted me to join the fun. I don’t even know that Lee boy.”
“He seems okay,” I said.
“Greg knows him from the hospital?”
“Yeah, he’s a corpsman.”
“He had Herbie on the floor naked in no time. I don’t know I’ve ever see Herbie naked. Maybe in Germany at the soldier’s pool a few times. We were way young then.”
“Soldier’s pool? They have different pool cues or something?”
“That’s where Herbie and I went once Greg took over the pool playing at the club. It was a swimming pool on the other side of the base. I like to swim.”
“Soldier’s pool? Sounds like they had it good.”
“Yeah, for the enlisted guys. Mostly younger soldiers. No old dudes. Who’d want to show off their fat self with all those lean hard bodies everywhere.”
“They let kids in with the soldiers?”
“As long as you were with a soldier. No one cared. The soldiers ran it. If you were with one of them, you were cool. Things are different there. More relaxed. There weren’t so many rules as here. Greg asleep?”
“Yes. I think he’s down for the night. It’s pretty late.”
“He’s losing his touch. All his guys are leaving. Joining the military. They stopped coming around asking about him a few weeks after his accident.”
“No point in coming around to see him if he wasn’t here.”
“They’re almost all joining the military. He won’t be able to join now,” Doug said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Legs are all fucked up. I heard my parents talking. He’ll always have a limp. Won’t be too bad but too bad for military service.”
“I never thought of that,” I said.
“You ever loved anyone, Martin?”
“Yeah, I think so. Can’t be sure. Too young to know what love is, but if this ain’t it, I don’t want to run into the real deal. It sure grabs you and it don’t let go.”
“Greg?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you like me?”
“Yeah.”
“But it isn’t the same as my brother?”
“No, you’re nice. I liked you right off. I’ve never liked Greg.”
“But you love him anyway?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Weird,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.