Twin Reality, Twin Fantasy

This story starts with real experiences I had, then goes into wild fantasy. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy either the real story or the fantasy or both. This took place in a time when all sex was safe, unlike now. Please respect yourself and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated.

When I was 20, I went out with a cute little guy named Greg. He was an angel, a really sweet, innocent boy who reminded me of a puppy, loving, caring a real sweetheart who could be a cute little devil every now and then. He was also 20, around 5'4", with a nice build, a really hot round little butt and a big cock. It was at least 8" and got thicker toward the end, with a big head. It was kind of dark, had a bulging vein, and I always thought of it as an angry red club.

Greg and I went together for about three months, and while the sex was good, he always left me wanting more. As hot and sexy as he was, he wasn't much into sex. He loved to make out and cuddle, which was fine with me, but with a body built for sex like his, I wish he'd had more of a sex drive. His cock was so hot and his ass was not to be believed. Most of my sexual experience up until then was oral. I had fucked one guy a few times and really liked it, but my ass was still a virgin. Every time I looked at Greg's butt, I wanted in. Whenever we'd spoon, with me behind him, I'd maneuver my hard-on up against his hole and apply a little pressure. He would always laugh, saying he wasn't into `cock-tails'. He said he'd been fucked once and said he found it boring. I couldn't imagine. So most of our sex was making out, cuddling and occasionally sucking, occasionally masturbating each other. But his cock fascinated me. It was so long and got so thick toward the head. When he was standing and fully erect, the weight of the head pulled it down toward the floor. Even though I considered myself a top, because that's the only role I'd ever played in fucking, now and then I'd find myself wondering what it would be like to have that angry red club up my ass. It seemed like a physical impossibility, but I figured the head would be the hardest part, after that the rest would be easy. But he was no more into fucking than getting fucked, and I was too much into being the top to ask for it.

Greg had a fraternal twin brother named Garrett, who was also gay. Garrett and his boyfriend used to occasionally double date with Greg and me. Because they weren't identical twins, I was always curious about what Garrett had in his pants. Once I asked Greg, but he said he didn't know, that they had never fooled around. I thought that if I had a gay twin brother, we'd be fooling around all the time, but knowing Greg's low sex drive, I believed him. Garrett also had a very different personality than Greg. He was very devilish, always flirting with everyone, always saying things that could (and should) be taken two ways. Garrett was definitely more into sex than Greg. He obviously got around, in spite of having a boyfriend. One night at a party, a drunken guy came up to Greg and asked, "Are you as big as your brother? He nearly choked me last night." After a few months, Greg and I just drifted apart. I wanted more; he wanted less.

About 5 years later, I ran into Garrett in a bar, and ended up going home with him. It was weird being back in the same house, and I was afraid of how Greg would react, but Garrett assured me he was away for the weekend. I had always liked him and had always wanted to compare the twins. Garrett was maybe an inch taller than Greg, built a little differently, but also very cute. He had a big cock too, but again, it was different. Smooth, pale and uniformly thick, with a slightly smaller head. As it had been with Greg, our sex was oral. A few weeks later I ran into him, told him how much I enjoyed our night together, and told him that I wished he had fucked me. (I'd had a few drinks and my mouth was running ahead of my brain.) By then I was no longer a virgin and figured even though his dick was as big as Greg's, with its smaller head, I might be able to accommodate it. He said, "Why didn't you say so? There is nothing I would like better. Next time, for sure"

A couple of months later, I was in the bar and saw Garrett walk in with Greg. I'm thought, "Oh shit, both of them together." I hadn't seen Greg since we broke up five years before. And, knowing their usual lack of communication, Garrett probably hadn't told him about our hookup. How was I going to handle two separate conversations together? They made it easy for me by splitting up as soon as they got in the door. Greg saw me first, came over and was his usual warm puppy dog self. He seemed to be the same sweet innocent boy and we talked for what seemed hours about old times and mutual friends. After a while, Garrett wandered over and gave me a long searching look. I just stared back, not really sure what to say, just remembering that one time with him and our last conversation.

Then he turned to Greg and said, "I met someone, so you can have the car. I'll be leaving with him." Since Greg and I had pretty much talked ourselves out and it was getting late, he took the keys from Garrett, kissed me on the cheek, telling me how nice it was to see me again, and left.

Garrett turned to me and said, "It seems I need a ride home. I hope I read your eyes right."

That was all it took to convince me. We stayed at the bar a while longer, ("Better give Greg a chance to get home and fall asleep. He'd wonder what I'm doing home so soon.")

We quietly sneaked into the house, tiptoeing up to Garrett's room, right next to Greg's. He reminded me of my earlier request and in no time Garrett and I were in his bed, me on my stomach with Garrett's big thick shaft in my ass, gently fucking me after having relaxed me with his tongue and a couple of fingers. We heard a quiet cough and noticed Greg standing naked in the doorway, pulling on his angry red club. He asked me if I still wanted his ass. What a question! So Garrett pulled back, pulling me up on my knees and had Greg lie down on his back under us. Greg pulled his legs up to his chest, exposing that beautiful hole I'd dreamt of for years. I took the lube and put a generous amount on his pucker, worked it in with one finger, then two. Garrett reached around and liberally anointed my cock with the lube, lined my head up with Greg's hole, and, with his big dick still in me, slowly pushed me into his brother's ass. Garrett started pumping in and out of me, pushing me in and out of Greg. I couldn't believe how hot and tight Greg's ass was, everything I'd always imagined, and more. We worked up a good rhythm and pumped into each other for a few minutes.

Then Greg looked up at me and said, "I think I'd like to try your hole on for size."

He looked over my shoulder and asked, "You don't mind, do you, bro?"

So I was thinking we'd just reverse positions, with Greg fucking me and me getting inside Garrett's cute little butt, but Garrett decided he wanted to play director for the fuck. He had Greg continue to lie on his back and had me straddle him on my knees, facing him. Then Garrett held Greg's dick straight up, and had me slowly sit down on it. Once the huge head forced its way past my sphincter, I sat down, I engulfing the entire shaft in one quick motion.

Then Garrett had me lie down on Greg, face to face, very carefully, so Greg's cock stayed in my ass. As Greg and I began to kiss, Garrett went around behind us, got between our legs, spread my cheeks and began to lick Greg's shaft and my asshole, pushing his tongue up inside me. Then he pushed a finger in, tight against Greg's cock. Greg was obviously very excited, feeling Garrett's fingertip rubbing his head up inside my ass. And I was in absolute heaven, getting cock-fucked and finger-fucked at the same time.

Then Garrett shifted position behind us, and suddenly I felt him press his well-lubricated cock head against Greg's shaft and my asshole. I was just about to tell him he was crazy, that it was impossible, when I felt his head start to enter my ass, stretching me, opening my hole even wider. He kept pushing, forcing his dick up into me, up tight against Greg's. His thick shaft opened my hole even more. Soon he was all the way in. Two big cocks buried in my ass, me sandwiched between the brothers.

My cock was rigid, hard as a rock, squeezed between my belly and Greg's. On the bottom, all Greg could do was thrust his hips up a little, sliding his cock about 2 inches in and out of my hole. Garrett, on top, was the real fucker. He started pumping into me, fucking me, and rubbing his cock against Greg's, kissing the back of my neck as I kissed Greg. As we approached orgasm, I felt both of their cocks expand even more. Since they were both so huge anyway, it was like having a 3-1/2 inch thick cock up my ass getting even bigger. I screamed with a combination of pain and ecstasy and shot a huge load of cum on Greg's stomach, just as Greg and Garrett exploded together in my ass.

Later, as I was leaving, both brothers kissed me goodnight, tenderly, one on each cheek. As I was driving home, sitting gingerly on the car seat, I began to wonder. Was that just coincidence, or had they set the whole thing up?