The Music in the Painting

"Hi Mac," Polly said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "Do you think Kate might have some muscle relaxers in her cabinet? I’ve got those damn girly cramps again."

"Do you know the name of the meds?" 

"I think so, I’m sure I’d recognize it if I saw it."

"Well let’s give her a call, she’s back at the hotel, there was a problem and they’re not getting out today. The number is next to the phone if you want to give her a call."

Polly went over to the wall phone and dialed. After a moment she said, "Kate Mackenzie’s room please." Kate answered and after some conversation she said thanks and hung up the receiver.  "Mac, the pills are Soma and it’s the small ones." 

"Okay Polly, I’ll go root through the medicine chest and find them." He was back in a few minutes with one very small pill and handed that to Polly.

"One should do the trick, thanks. I just get these cramps at the onset of my period."

"Well let me know if you need another. You know you can’t drive home on those, right? There’s plenty of room here and we have a nicer shower in the guest bath than Davey’s."

"I don’t have to be asked twice, I’ll take it. Um, is it okay if Davey stays with me?" 

Mac cocked his head and said, "You’re kidding right? Of course he can. It’s a little late to worry about propriety at this point, not that I ever did," He grinned at her and she giggled.

"Yeah, I suppose you’re right," Polly giggled again. The sound of an approaching army clattered across the wooden floor of the porch.

Boots were heard clunking to the floor and three sweaty boys lugging rifles and saddlebags with them, marched into the kitchen in stocking feet. "Hi Hon, how are you feeling? Davey asked.

"Better, I took a pill and Mac offered me a nice bed and a shower." She answered.

"Go on ahead; I’ll bring you some ice cream in a bit. I’ll get your bag from my room, I presume you have things you need in there."

Mac appeared in the kitchen just as the boys were getting ready to go upstairs. "I’m sorry boys; the ladies won’t be coming in today. The airport is closed because of weather. I have the number of the hotel and you can speak to them a little later." Bobby accepted it as being out of his control but Drew looked a little dejected.

"I was looking forward to seeing her and telling her about you and Grampa and this place."

Bobby put his arm around Dew’s shoulders. "It will only be a day or so, those storms don’t usually last long this time of year."

The boys headed upstairs and put away their boots. Bobby started to peel his pants off and Drew said, "How about I do that for you?"

Bobby smiled broadly and said, "What’s up?" Drew grabbed a free hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. "That’s what’s up." Then he inhaled Bobby’s scent with his nose buried in Bobby’s neck.

"You better get busy before these pants are too tight to remove."

Drew slid both hands down Bobby’s back and inside the waist band of his underwear. Bobby had already undone the buttons so Drew began slowly sliding the jeans off Bobby’s smooth bottom and down his legs. As he did this he changed to a kneeling position. As Bobby stepped out of his jeans and undies Drew snatched the silky briefs and held them to his face. He inhaled deeply as if to wring every atom of scent from the garment. He smelled nothing off-putting just the musky goodness of his lover. He tossed the briefs over his shoulder, leaned forward a bit and buried his nose in Bobby’s scrotum taking a cheek in each hand he began to squeeze them alternately.  Bobby asked, "Wouldn’t you rather I showered first."

Drew looked up and said, "don’t you dare." He was already a little weak in the knees when Drew encompassed the greater part of Bobby’s throbbing penis and began swirling his tongue as he bounced up and down. After only a few moments Bobby gasped and warned Drew of his impending climax. Drew backed off and began to stroke Bobby he felt the bulge in the underside and pointed the beautiful wand right at his own face. Bobby groaned and then squeaked as he erupted dousing Drew’s pretty face with warm and very tasty cum. Drew continued stroking until the last few drops ran down his thumb, which he immediately popped into his mouth. He savored the taste and texture just as he had his lover’s penis.

Bobby dropped to his knees, he leaned forward and kissed Drew on his cummy lips and then licked his cheek and his eyelid.

"Hey; that’s mine, you gave it to me." Drew scooped all the cum he could feel with a finger and deposited it in his mouth as Bobby watched.

"You missed some on the bridge of your nose," he scooped it off and fed it to Drew who lapped it up greedily.

"Mmmmmmm tasty," he said with a satisfied grin. Bobby was a bit dumbstruck, "Wow, you’re amazing, that was amazing I don’t know what to say."

Drew grinned an impishly and said, "Then shut up, I hear it’s difficult to speak with a dick in your mouth."

Now Bobby grinned, he gently pushed Drew over backwards onto his discarded clothing. He pushed Drew’s legs over his head and seized the left leg and licked the back of his knee, he allowed his tongue to trail down the inside of Drew’s left thigh as Drew moaned loudly. Bobby savored the spicy musky smell of Drew’s legs and noticed with pleasure that it grew stronger at his crotch.

"Bobby?" Drew mewled, "pass me your briefs, they’re behind you." Bobby complied and Drew bunched them up and held them over his mouth to keep his noises from being too loud. Bobby continued his journey across the wrinkly sack and up the other leg finally reaching the back of Drew’s remaining knee. He returned to Drew’s groin but ignored his pulsating erection and instead began pushing each of his balls around with his tongue. He worked the back of the scrotum and the little ridge that runs down the middle; he let that lead him to a pink little pucker. He sniffed but found nothing unpleasant; he sampled it with his tongue. The texture was unique and the effect of that exploratory lick was like a lightning bolt through Drew’s body. He tried a few more dabs with his tongue and his victim squirmed under this exquisite new torture. Bobby set to work and lavished the small orifice with his tongue. Drew screamed into the silky briefs and writhed in ecstasy. Bobby replaced his tongue with his thumb and kept up a circular motion combined with rhythmic pushes as he dragged his tongue up to the tip of Drew’s trembling dick. Just as he was about to swallow his lover whole Drew was the victim of an earth shattering orgasm, the first jet escaped to land on Drew’s chest but Bobby engulfed the rigid shaft to swallow the remaining offerings. During all of this neither had noticed that Bobby’s thumb was now fully inserted in Drew’s pulsing rectum.

"Oh gosh! Does that hurt?"

Drew moaned a bit, "Noooo, but it’s getting a bit dry. Bobby gently removed his thumb and placed a hand on either side of Drew’s body. Again his tongue began a journey across Drew’s smooth skin, using his tongue like a snow plow he scooped and swallowed the errant jet of semen that had escaped him earlier. He continued up and found his tongue against Drew’s rich red lips and he began to devour them. He slid off to the side and then tongued Drew’s Adam’s apple. Drew’s whole body trembled, "Oh man, I can feel you pushing into me, it’s so good.

Bobby suddenly became aware of that his penis was pushing against Drew’s little pucker, he also realized his penis was harder than he could ever remember. It felt like a heavy club between his legs.

"We need something to make it slippery." Drew half whimpered.

"Let’s look in the medicine cabinet, maybe there’s something there. If you’re sure you want to, um you know."

They rose together and checked the contents of the cabinet.

"This stuff will be fine," Drew said as he snatched a small jar of KY gel.

"That’s what I use on my nose when it burns if I don’t have any aloe vera plants handy," Bobby said.

Drew chuckled, "they use it for rectal thermometers at the hospital, and it’s really slippery. Drew snatched a towel and walked back to the bed; He spread the towel out and sat down on it. He opened the jar and anointed Bobby’s straining erection with gel. Drew grinned, "It seems bigger somehow."

Bobby giggled," it feels that way too.

Drew handed Bobby the jar saying "put some on me the same way you were doing before and maybe push inside again with your thumb.

Drew lay back on the bed and pulled his own legs up to his chest allowing Bobby access.

Before he began Bobby leaned down and picked up his briefs and dangled them in front of Drew’s face. Drew accepted them and Bobby set to work preparing for something for which he had no understanding. He only knew he had to do it, Drew wanted him inside and he wanted to be there.

He applied the gel to Drew’s rectum and it began pulsing just as before, he pushed gently with his thumb and Drew’s body jolted as before. He continued pushing gently and the ring of muscle gave way and allowed him entry. Moans were emanating from Drew’s clenched teeth through Bobby’s briefs.

On Drew’s command he withdrew his thumb and placed his rampant cock at the entrance and with a gentle push he entered. Drew winced but it cleared quickly replaced by a ravenous look. "Push!" he ordered Bobby. Bobby continued to push in until Drew’s balls were against his own groin. The sensations were overwhelming for both of them. Drew could feel the head of Bobby’s rigid cock massaging his prostate at the same time he felt the shaft stretching his rectum. Bobby was engulfed in hot tightness that he had never imagined.

Drew had only used the F-word a few times in his entire life but now there seemed that no other word would do and he said it, "Oh Fuck that’s good. Keep going, it feels too good to stop."

Bobby obeyed, He really couldn’t do anything else, and with Drew’s calves on his shoulders he began to thrust, slowly at first and then with more power, and eventually with complete abandon. Drew was making a strange whimpering mewl on every stroke and he heard his own gasps and moans as well. Drew grasped about him and seized a pillow. He covered his own face and Bobby watched as Drew arched his back and his penis became a fountain blasting semen at both of them as Drew screamed into the pillow. Bobby’s attention was drawn away by his own impending climax. He felt it build with each stroke until he buried his pulsing cock as deep as it would go and a sensation of exhaustive expulsion filled his groin. He felt as though his cock was pumping out more than just cum but part of his very being into his beloved Drew.

As he regained his senses he heard a loud groan echoing in the room. It sounded like someone lifting something that was way too heavy; it was him, and suddenly he could no longer support his own weight. He toppled forward to embrace Drew who pulled him tight up against his beautiful body, slick with his own cum.

Bobby felt his own erection waning inside of Drew and eventually it plopped out accompanied by a wet rude noise that made both exhausted boys giggle just a bit.

Bobby gazed down at Drew and said, "I love you" with as much passion as he could impart and then without waiting for reply, fastened his mouth to Drew’s and let him reply with his tongue.

After a long few moments they broke the kiss and Drew put his feelings in to words.

"I love you so much at this moment. I can’t understand how I got by before I knew you. You own my heart, please treat it nice."

They lay there for quite a while, until they both concluded that a shower would be a good idea.

The pair wobbled to the bathroom. Drew asked Bobby to start the shower while he did something inelegant and he sat down to expel Bobby’s semen into the bowl. The shower was pretty much business only except for some very tender cuddling under the warm stream as they sat on the shower’s bench. Once dry they put the towels in the hamper except for the one from the bed, Bobby hand rinsed that one and hung it inside the shower to dry.  Both boys collapsed on the bed and Bobby managed to pull a sheet over them before dropping into a dreamless sleep with Drew in his arms.

Bobby woke when he heard a knock at the door. He slid out of bed and opened the door enough to see who was knocking. Davey stood outside the door and smiled at Bobby.

"Are you guys decent?" Bobby pulled the door open and waved Davey in. "Well we’re naked but that’s how we sleep. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen."  He led Davey into the room and closed the door. It was late afternoon and birdsong fluttered in through the open windows.

"I came up to tell you dinner would be around six, Mac has a friend joining us so please dress for guests, not formal but nice."

Davey sat at the desk chair and swiveled to face the bed. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed dangling his legs idly.

"Can I ask you something sort of personal, it’s about you and Polly."

Davey gave him a guarded smile. "Go ahead; I’ll either answer or I won’t, but you can certainly ask."

Bobby struggled to phrase his question. "It’s about sex but mostly about intimacy. Does Polly like you better when you smell sweaty and a little rank?"

Davey chuckled, "we just had a talk about that a couple months ago. She asked me to cool it with the showers because my smell made her horny as hell. She’s one-eighty out from my only other girlfriend. She wouldn’t touch me if I wasn’t squeaky clean."

Bobby digested this information, "I think Drew is saying the same thing to me, He seems to like me a little smelly."

"I’ve had good hygiene pounded into my skull since I could wipe myself. Mom would occasionally inspect me until I was five. And when Gramma and Grampa took over, I could get as filthy as I wanted but then they would scrub me like a Russet potato about to be peeled. So I’m up against some strong conditioning."

Davey actually giggled "Yeah, Aunt Kate is pretty cool. She used to bathe me too. And boy was she thorough. But having her cuddle me in a warm towel as she dried me off is one of my happiest memories."

Bobby sniffed "Mine too, but with my Mom."

"Grampa actually showed me how to shower and stuff, he’s been really good to me and I just really love him."

Davey asked, "Did he use the carwash explanation when he taught you to shower?" Bobby’s face looked puzzled, "I don’t actually remember; I was mesmerized by that gigantic wiener a foot away. It took a couple showers until I could notice other stuff. I got brave one day and squeezed it."  "What did he do?" asked Davey "He let me examine it. It was incredible, but after that I was able to shower with him and not be preoccupied."

Davey smiled broadly, "I was the same way but I got past it. But Mac had always been more of a Father than an uncle. My real father was kind of a turd and I never really missed him."

"Katey has a picture she took of me and Uncle Mac fresh from the shower with me in his arms, it’s kind of arty cause of the lighting and it’s in black and white. My leg is covering up his penis in the one she kept in the album, but there are other exposures."

Davey looked faraway for a moment and then Bobby asked, "does Polly have trouble with your um, size?"

Davey wondered if he should answer. "Ordinarily I wouldn’t answer that question. In fact if a friend asked, I’d probably thump him. But, I think I know what you’re getting at. So yes, she had a little trouble, so we took it slow. I’m telling you this because I can see that you are probably going to have the same problem."

Davey pointed his finger back at Bobby who looked down to see his penis straining skyward.

"Your one to talk" he told Davey who suddenly realized he had the same problem. "Could I look at it up close?" Bobby asked.  Davey thought for a moment, then rose and walked to the bed and slipped his shorts down so Bobby could have a good look.

"It looks like a big version of mine, is it as big as Grampa’s?"

"I don’t know," said Davey," we don’t stand side by side with boners."

Bobby began to giggle.

"What?" Davey looked puzzled. When he had composed himself he said, "what a family portrait that would be. All my uncles and cousins with boners standing there with Grampa…." by this point he was giggling so hard he could barely breathe. Davey was laughing too as the mental image seeped in.

"I don’t think  Gramma would want to take that photo, added Bobby."

Polly would though," Davey said, still chuckling.

They both laughed at that and as their mirth subsided. A muffled groan rose from the bed. Bobby leaned down and kissed the back of Drew’s neck "how are you feeling sweetheart" Drew continued stretching and said," My butt-hole hurts a little but otherwise I’m fine."

Bobby giggled and said, "Um, Davey’s here, we need to dress for dinner. Bobby could see Drew’s ears turning crimson. He rubbed Drew’s back and cooed at him to relax.

Davey caught Bobby’s eye with an inquisitive look. Bobby nodded. Davey stood and said, "I should go and see if Polly wants anything." He leaned over and planted a kiss on Drew’s neck and one on Bobby’s cheek and left the room.

Drew was in tears when he rose up from the bed. Bobby pulled him close and told him it was okay and that Davey would understand if anyone would.

"Did you hear us talking?"

Drew sniffed, "only a little, something about taking a picture."

Bobby continued holding Drew tightly," Davey isn’t going to say anything; I think you just surprised him. He would have figured it out anyway so don’t worry."

Drew relaxed and allowed Bobby to rock him.

"Can I talk to you about something else?" Bobby asked.