"Strip down in front of the mirror," said Hank. "That way we'll get two studs for the price of one."
David edged closer to the mirror, a maneuver which particularly enthralled Valerie and her surreptitious audience in the living-room, who were already panting and reaching for their pocket-kleenex.
Quickly, David slipped out of his trousers, socks and shoes. Then his shirt. He was about to remove his briefs but Sarah, who preambled everything she said with the same raspy giggle, now issued a new order: "Wait! Leave the diapers on, baby-boy, and get it hard inside of 'em. Always such a nostalgic sight for me to see a man bulging out in his B.V. Dees!"
"Reminds her of her first husband," said Hank and Sarah sniffled a little in corroboration.
David stood there with his briefs on, a pleasant grin on his face. His low-slung pack of instruments seemed well enough for him, but he knew what she wanted, and wondered how the hell they expected him to get a hard-on in such a cold, sexless atmosphere, without even being touched there? Nobody ventured near him, nor did they start removing their own clothes. They simply waited, glaring between his legs for the requested erection. David began to feel like a juke-box they'd just stuck a quarter into but failed to light up. His muscles went tense and he felt that in the silent suspension of this moment his whole life hung in the balance… Dammit, think hard-on!.. he told himself, gritting his teeth and flexing and expanding the weighty head of his penis as he tried to summon up hot lips and nipples and thighs and Valerie's ass and… oh hell, it was no good… and while it was true that he hung well, he sure wasn't hanging stiff.
Sarah turned to her brother, fat-Ambrose, and let out a petulant whinny… "Aw honey, look at that!.. he thinks I'm repulsive… I don't excite him… 'cause I'm just too old and skinny, and he doesn't want me…" Then the abrupt shift in attitude as she hacked out another giggle. "Make him want me, Ambrose. Go ahead, dear, make the naughty boy get it hard…"
The huge, tubby man walked over to David and stood very close to him. David tried not to stare as the thick red tongue slid out over the bulging lips, and also tried not to inhale the garlic breath. "Get it hard," barked Ambrose. "My beautiful sister likes to see it stick out…"
David tried out a boyish chuckle. "Ha ha!.. I think it needs help…"
"So help it! What do you think I'm gonna do, jag you off? You think I'm a fruit! Is that what you think?"
"Oooh no… no!.. I meant that I would… uh… help it… "
"All right, then, go ahead. Play with the silly thing… do anything you like with it, but just remember it's my sis who wants to see how much ya got, not me… 'cause I couldn't care less… Gotta big fat hunk of my own, so if it was cocks I wanted to look at, I've got a built-in supply… know what I mean?"
David nodded, staring across at silent lanky-Hank, who stood slack-mouthed and gaping, the whites of his eyes glazing. Fat-Ambrose didn't back away a single inch as David reached into the slot of his briefs and yanked out his plump loose prick, immediately starting to jag it, feeling the icy inquisition of their eyes. He saw Ambrose's pupils go slightly distended as he peered downward, and wished to hell the man would back away, or stop breathing those rank fumes until he got it hard. But fat-Ambrose remained close, while David desperately fingered and caressed his temperamental member, feeling their needling eyes on him in the silent gloom.
"Watch Hank undress Sarah," said Ambrose. "That oughta get you hot just lookin' at her titties…"
Hank moved towards his wife, and she stood stiff and inert while he stripped her down. David felt that the sight of a woman's breasts just might do the trick for him at this point, so he waited hopefully for Hank to get her blouse off.
But the life in Sarah's living-bra proved to be none of her own, for the garment turned out to be a pitifully padded device of allure, and everyone laughed at the gaping disappointment on David's face.
"Hey, Ambrose, he's a breast-man!" said Hank. "Why don't you show him yours?"
David glanced inadvertently at Ambrose's panting chest-girth, and thought crazily that the guy probably would have a lot more than Sarah… his head reeling a little, as he suddenly wondered how that single cocktail Valerie had given him could make him feel so giddy… and why this delayed-action?
"Ya wanna see my knockers, boy?" barked Ambrose. "Are you that kinda of weirdo?"
David gazed absently at his reflection in the mirror and one of the aging homosexuals on the other side of the wall let out a heart-fluttering sigh. David turning his head again and nodding agreeably… "Whatever you say… anything you like…"
"I knew it!" Fat-Ambrose gave the others a sardonic leer. "You're as freaky as they come-right?"
"Right."
"Okay, now you keep playin' with that thing, dammit… I wanna see how fast it gets hard after I take my shirt off…" Off came fat-Ambrose's tie, after which he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, watching David's eyes just to make sure he was driving the boy crazy. He stood there in his white T-shirt, his bulbous breasts full and protrusive. "How about these hunks'a heaven, sonny-boy? What size cup ya think I oughta have?"
David felt dazed and warm, his hand gripping his loose cock, eyes peeled faithfully to Ambrose's heaving flesh. "Uh… C–Cup…?" he muttered.
"Want me to take my top off so's you can see'em bounce?"
David nodded, his blood racing through his veins as he wondered what kind of vermouth Valerie had used in that cocktail.
"If you want it, say so!" ordered Ambrose. "Tell me what you want to see!"
"I… I want to see'em bounce!"
"See what bounce?" howled fat-Ambrose.
"Tits!" said David, and felt the jerking tremors of an erection as he uttered that word, glancing wildly over at Sarah, who was now naked, her nipples as flat as a boy's, her pale pubic pit absolutely hairless. She retched out a few more giggles as she caught the frantic look in his eyes, David trying to superimpose a pair of full, sprouting breasts on her paltry person. He gazed back at Ambrose's mountainous chest. "Tits!" he said again. "Want to see your tits bounce!" And a cold chill went up his spine as he felt his cock grow even thicker in his hand, and wondered how the hell this fat old slob could be getting him hot when he was so disgusting to look at and revolting to smell and quite conspicuously not a female!
"All right, stop begging and whining!" said Ambrose, and peeled off his undershirt. His globular throbs of flesh bobbed out, full and round, the nipples long and rigid. Ooh Goddamn!.. They did look like a woman's breasts, thought David… which made everything even more grisly, because this guy was such a bull and a monster.
"Aren't they lovely?" shrieked Sarah. "That's why Father always liked him best!"
Her husband Hank doubled up in stitches over that one, and David felt that the sight of Ambrose's mammalish members was getting him a little drunk… his eyes fastened intently to those long hard nipples, knowing they wouldn't believe him if he told them how completely repelled he was because… oh wow, the longer he stared at fat-Ambrose's knockers, the harder his cock got. He glanced briefly in the mirror to appraise the swollen bloom at the head of it… while on the other side of the wall there were some 'ahhhs!' and 'awwws!' and a ripple of applause.
"Maybe he wants to suck'em, Ambrose," said lanky-Hank.
Grinning and wet-lipped, Ambrose tickled his fingertips over his nipples and stared at the sculptured perfection of David's mouth. "Is that what you want, boy? Wanna taste some of my hot melon?"
"He's got a rugged, manly face, but those lips must have come straight from his Mama!" Sarah went into another giggle-seizure.
"Answer me, boy!.. you wanna give these a lickin'…?"
"Whatever you want," muttered David, "my… uh… desires don't count."