Stories : The Twins – Part One

My highschool years were not a lot of fun.  My folks went through a divorce and my mother learned to love her little helper pills after work.  Rather than mellow her out they made her loopy and whining.  I ended up living with friends most of the time and ended up moving into my best friend’s house for a while at the end.  His older, gay brother initiated me into gay sex but personally he freaked me out.

School ended and I struck out on my own.  I did not have a car so I traveled on bicycle to a small town where I had relatives.  I got an apartment above a shop downtown.  It was small.  Hell, it was tiny!  The living room was only about seven feet wide but ran the length of the apartment. Off to the side was a small nook and then the kitchen in what looked to be a converted closet.  Upstairs was a loft with the bedroom and a bathroom.  The building had been built in the 20’s with tall ceilings and radiator heat.  But, it was cheap and I could walk to work.

I did not have a lot to do once I got settled in.  I worked and sometimes saw my aunt, but for the most part I was a new kid in town and didn’t know anyone.  So, with little else to do, I would walk through the downtown neighborhood.  With no particular purpose, I would just wander and look. I was looking for something. . . anything.  If you took my sexual experience in religious terms, I was one light bulb away from being Amish.

One evening toward dusk in mid-summer, about a month after I had arrived, I was walking down the sidewalk.  It was the kind of summer evening that it was still comfortable to be running around in just shorts and a t-shirt. Most of the shops were closed but a restaurant/coffee place was still open.  The cars  parked on the street were as empty as the stores.  But as I passed one I happened to look in   A movement had caught my eye.  There was a hand grabbing his crotch in a way that was far more than re-adjusting.  I stumbled a bit but walked on.  I stopped a few stores later to window browse.  I turned and retraced my steps.

The streetlights were casting enough of a shadow off his lowered visor that I could not make out his face through the windshield, but I could see he was trim and in good shape.  As I passed the car I glanced in.  His movements were more forceful and I could see his swollen basket inside his shorts.  I stopped outside the passenger window, looked across the street behind him and idly grabbed my crotch, stroking my leg with a finish.  Then I walked on.

I paused a moment later, re-adjusted my package so my cock was out of the leg of my jockeys and starting down my thigh creating a nice tubular ridge and turned around.  The swelling cramped a bit with the fabric but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.  I approached the car and noticed the passenger window had been lowered.  I stopped beside it and looked in.  The streetlight illuminated well-muscled bare legs, a trim, tight ass, a nice bush of dark brown hair and and what looked to be a gorgeous, hard cock waving in my attention like a flag.  His shorts were just past his knees.

I leaned forward and smiled.  The dude was hot!  Fairly long, curly hair that shined framed a handsome face with bright hazel eyes.  He looked at me with a warm smile and asked, “How ya doin’?”  I looked, became lost in his eyes and said, “Not as well as I’d like to be.  Looking for something… (my tongue wet my lips without me realizing it)… but I haven’t put my finger on it yet.” My gaze shifted and I paused before I realized I was staring somewhat slack-jawed at his bush and the glory that stood from it.  “Why don’t you get in?” he suggested with a yearning in  his voice.

My heart was racing as I reached for the door and let myself into his car.  He was about my age.  He had swimmer’s build and a good summer tan.  His light cotton shirt – unbuttoned and open.  He reached over and took my hand and guided it to his cock while he said, “I was hoping you might be able to help me out with something…”  A small gasp escaped his lips as his hips jutted forward when I wrapped my fingers around his hot member and began to stroke it up and down.

“Ah-h-h, God that’s nice!” he uttered in a heavy breath.  My mind was racing, ( I was in public!  In a car!  Street lights!)  with a beautiful dick pulsing pure desire in my hand  while my other hand lifting his balls and brushing up against his lush, furry bush on the upstroke.  I had surges of near-orgasm, fear and lust all colliding in my brain.

I  also became quickly aware that having my dick down my pants leg was not such a great idea.  I was hard and it was getting painful.

“I gotta stop,”  I breathed.   “Aw, babe (he was the first one to have called me that) don’t tease me,” me moaned.  “No,” I said, “I gotta rearrange my dick.  It’s killin’ me,” I groaned as I grabbed my dick and tried to stretch it while trying to shift my shorts.  He smiled, “Well why don’t we go somewhere where we can take care of that?”  He pulled up his shorts and went to start the car.  I said, “My place is just around the corner.”  “Neat,” he said as he turned the key, ” Then we’ll be there soon.”  He started the car, drove a block, turned the corner and parked.  “Close enough?” he grinned.  I laughed.

He was the first person I didn’t know that I’d let  in my apartment.  The furniture was pretty much what came with the place back when the building was built, but he didn’t seem to mind.  As I let him he reached up and touched my shoulders and brought his hands softly down my back and sides sending small tremors through my muscles.  I paused and he did as well – a moment later – and I felt his semi-hard cock pressing into the cleft of my ass.  His hands moved around each hip in unison and his fingers began to trace out my basket as I heard the door click softly closed behind us.  “So’s ya know,” he said quietly, “I’m Dane.”

His breath was on my neck as he used his body to feel every inch of mine he could contact.  It was driving me nuts.  It was hot.  I mean, really, hot.  “You’re burning up,” I said.  He replied, “I would say it’s because of you. . .  but it’s genetic.  My twin and I both run about hundred-point-three  to 101 degrees or so, usually.  We’ve been tested and that’s our normal.” He paused and his voice took on a husky tone again, “Now, let me show you what that means for what we are about to do.”  With that, he raised my shirt and enveloped one of my nipples with his lips and began to suck lightly.  The sensation was incredible, an intense heat and strong suction with a tongue fluttering across my ever-hardening tit.  It was my turn to gasp.

He pushed me back against the wall and brought his head up to mine, pressing his lips to mine, transferring waves of heat through my lips, my head, my body.  His hands traveled across my ribs and to my pants and began unbuttoning them as I tried to pry off my shoes without losing that incredible kiss that was sending electric jolts of passion through my body.

In that eternity of time that comes when the body and mind have one goal and clothing is a tangled obstruction that must be fended off, I have lost track of what managed to be shed when. But when I recall again, we had won the struggle and are standing nude, mere inches from each other with our dicks buried between each other’s crotches, a slight sweat on our bodies, our heads inclined into a  deep passionate kiss. . .  our hands exploring each other’s body.

I reached down to his dick and wrapping my hand around it, led him up the stairs to my bed.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I had all sorts of ideas that I’d yet to try.

I loved the feeling of his dick sliding back and forth under the silken skin of his shaft.  He had one of those cocks that flair out to a wide shaft and then back down a little.  It kinda reminded me of a Coke bottle.  I was leading the parade but I was going to quickly discover that I wasn’t the one in charge.

When we got upstairs, I turned around to face him and carress him again but he pushed me gently onto the bed.  He motioned me to slide up and then he knelt on the bed on my right side by my thighs.  He leaned over me and putting a hand on each of my arms pushed them  over my head into a holdup position.

I had fantasized in the shower for years as to what a hot lover would be like, gradually inching the cold water out and making it as hot as I could handle it while beating off and dreaming of what a man’s contact would feel like. . . and this was it.  He was as hot as a shower.  His breath greeted me with a fantasy come true as he nibbled my neck and brought his lips to my right armpit.  His tongue tickled me and I twisted my hips with surprised delight.

As he went from my pit to my chest, licking and kissing my skin and teasingly working back to my nipples, his hand wrapped around my dick and he jacked me slowly.  His mouth was working its way across my stomach and heading south with what seemed almost glacial speed.  He was driving me up the wall with anticipation and I was enraptured with every moment.  His silken hair tickled across my abdomen as he raised my dick ever so slightly and brought his lips to my cockhead.  “Oh, God!” I thought as I entered the hot vacuum.  I was getting so worked up and hoping I could last when he slid his hand down my shaft and began to pull gently on my ballsac by making a ring with his fingers and tugging my balls down.

He moaned with appreciation as he worked further an further down my shaft.  I felt the opening of his throat as my dick kept disappearing into his mouth. And with each motion that drew me further into his mouth my ballsac relaxed a little more, extending my sac so my nuts swung free.  His nimble fingers began exploring my orbs, caressing them, lifting them, teasing them lightly.  He pulled himself up slightly and released my cock from his mouth.  He looked up at me and said, “Now I want to show you something fun.”

I had always realized my nuts hung lower than a lot of guys. Not a lot, but some.  Being in a locker room often enough in highschool had shown me that.  But I usually got razzed for how well hung I was.  I got it so often I was actually a bit put off about it.  It’s a pain to only be known for the size of your cock and nothing else about you, but no one had ever paid attention to my nuts.  And Dane was more than making up for that discrepancy.  He spread my legs and moved between them, burying his face into my crotch.  He began to tongue each ball,slowly drawing it into his hot mouth and then letting it gently release as his tongue traced around it.

I brought my hands to his head and ran my fingers through his soft locks.  He stopped his oral teaching and moved to the left side of me.  “Turn over. .. . ” his husky whisper was more of a command than a suggestion.  My hole was cherry but it was not a status I was intent on keeping.  “Get on your knees and hike your sweet ass up to me,” he continued.

I turned over and brought my knees together, sending my ass into his direction and wondering what would happen next.  I was anxious but I was also so hot and bothered I was ready for anything else he wanted to show me. . .  or do to me.  I was trembling with anticipation.  He chuckled, “I am about to show you something you probably never felt before, but that’s okay, I promise it won’t hurt.”  His fingers found my nuts and he traced a finger up and then down the crack of my ass to the them.  His voice caressed me like his hands — softly touching with direct intent I had yet to understand.  “This is some of the softest skin on your body.  I am going to teach you how to make an incredible man pussy,”

He spread my knees which lowered by backside closer to the bed and slid between my calves. He leaned forward.  I could feel his cockshaft coming to rest between my ass cheeks.  He made no move to spread my cheeks.  Instead, he brought my left hand up to my crotch and guided it to be in front of my nuts.  “I am going to push forward like this. . . ”  He moved his hips back and I felt his cock slide down my cheeks and rest in that small area between the asshole and my nuts.  He pivoted his hips and I felt his cockhead pushing into my sac, forcing my nuts forward and up.  “Now you grab it by making a ring with your fingers,” he instructed.  I wrapped my fingers and my nutsac around his member, just below his pre-cum leaking head.  I could feel it through the layers of skin and membrane; hot, slick, and way longer than what I had managed to grab.

I had no idea how far he could push or what it was going to do to my nuts but the feeling of his shaft riding just below mine as the top of his dick rubbed under the muscle that hooked to mine was enough to cause me to want to push back toward him, especially with his verbal appreciation about how good I was and how I was perfectly tight for his pleasure.

He positioned himself behind my ass and thrust forward at the same time reaching around and stroking me.  His left hand wrapped around my hip.  His right around my cock.  He pulled me back and thrust forward at the same time.  My ass moved back.  His dickhead slid into my nutsac and he began to fuck my body in a place I had never thought of before.  “Grab it, baby.  Grab it!”  His strokes were becoming more forceful as if he was trying to push his way through my body.  His tempo increased.  He. was. fucking. me. and. I. was. about. to. shoot. my. load.

Every grunt, every thrust, brought me closer.  He grabbed my hair and brought me upright into a kneeling position and commanded, “Stay right there.”  He moved in front of me and slid between my outstretched legs bringing his package below my swinging nuts and began to jack himself off.  “Blast me, baby!  Shoot your cum all over my chest ’cause I am about to candy coat your nuts!”  I grabbed my cock and began to piston myself, staring down at his smooth muscled chest.

I could not help it.  His head arched back.  His eyes closed and I could feel his hand banging into my nuts, making them swing forward with every stroke.  “A-a-r-r-r!”  I shot over his shoulder.  I shot onto his face.  I blasted his chest.  “Uh, mah fukkin’….AHHHHH!  AHHHH!  AHHHH!” he cried and I suddenly felt a volleys of hot, wet goo shoot across the back of my sac and down my thighs as his body convulsed in pleasure.

He lay there gasping breath as the ecstasy faded and our pulses slowly lowered.  He smiled.  “Now THAT was great!  What’d you think?  Wanna try that again some time?”  I reached down and stroked his member.  He jerked and spasmed at the tickle.  I wrapped my fingers around it gently.  “I’d love to get to know you better, that’s for sure.  Kinda new here, ya know,” I said.  “Well then, I guess I am going to be your tour guide,” he said with a grin.  “You can start by licking up this mess you’ve made.” He wiped his hand across his face and scooped the cum onto his fingers.  He spread it across his nipples and mingled it with the seed on his chest.  As I lowered my head and began to clean him with my tongue he stroked my hair and said, “Yeah baby, I have a few things I want to show you . . . real soon.”

to be continued…..