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I had spent the entire day at one of many of Plovdiv's "Open Markets", enjoying the company of a young gypsy man who became my guest for a late afternoon encounter several months ago. I had met a set of twins, also young Roma men, at the market. Simian and Ilian were identical images of each other; they wore identical light-brown shirts, the top two buttons not fastened, the exact same tuft of thick dark-brown hair peeking out from their chests. It seemed the exact same lock of hair was out of place, falling over their left brow to accent the steel-blue eyes of each boy.
Mitko had easily made it known at the beginning of our day that we all had things in common, proven by a close call at a public water-closet up the street from the open market where the guys operated small stands, selling had crafted items and home-grown herbs and spices. Through much of the day, there were some puzzling questions about my friend Mitko running around in the back of my mind. I knew he took his family life, the care and well-being of his child especially, very seriously. That first encounter, there was not much time spent to get deeply acquainted; the urgency of our sexual needs and desires took priority. This was a new side of Mitko for me to see ... he was especially animated today and seemed extremely anxious to be a participant as the four of us explored our mutual sexuality. Now with the work day ended, I had invited all three to come to my apartment for a cold beer, something to eat and I was certain that everyone understood we would make some extreme explorations of one another before the day would end.
I welcomed the guys into my sparsely-furnished apartment, yet probably seeming luxurious to them. They each removed their shoes at the door in typical Bulgarian custom. I had already taken four bottles of Kamenitza beer from the refrigerator, put them on the table and decided that since we were all "just regular guys" and I didn't have beer steins anyhow, I would forego the formality of glasses for our beers. No one seemed to mind as we lifted the bottles. "Nazdrave!" (Cheers!), exclaimed Mitko and we all repeated "Nazdrave!" Mitko was seated directly across from me and I could sense the excitement - perhaps it was anticipation - from the glint in his dark brown eyes. He had an almost mischievous look as he glanced around the table and I wished at that moment that I could imagine how he saw the upcoming events of the evening could be. Truly Mitko was at the advantage here; it seemed he had intimate knowledge of each of us, and surely I was the least-known. Ilian and I had a very brief groping session earlier in the afternoon, ending with the promise of more to come at a later moment.
I needed to get my bearings in this conversation and realized that (so long as they did not change places while my back was turned) I could remember which twin was which. So Ilian was at my left and Simian was at my right. I quickly rationalized that (in the English alphabet) "s" (for Simian) is closest to "R" (for right). Now Mitko stood up and removed his shirt and when he stood, I also got up from the table, stepped back into the kitchen where I took a few of the fresh tomatoes, some onions, a cucumber and a chunk of cheese from the refrigerator. Although we have many imported cheeses in the larger stores, there are only two basic types of cheese found in most Bulgarian kitchens. One is "yellow cheese", actually a creamy white in color. It has a normal amount of fat, a mild, creamy texture and is sliced and put on the table at room temperature or cooler, or sometimes it is coated with egg and flour and fried. The other cheese is simply called "cheese". This is a brined cheese, very low in fat, with a zesty taste that goes well with salads, as I was beginning to prepare. It is similar to Greek feta, but unlike feta, the salty taste of this Bulgarian white cheese will disappear rapidly when it is soaked for a few hours or overnight in water. By the next day it will become extremely mild.
As I stood at the counter preparing the salad, I sensed Mitko approaching. His strong brown hands reached under my shirt and he lifted it over my head, draping it over his shoulder. As I cut the vegetables and cheese into small cubes, Mitko's hands roamed my chest, pausing to tweak each of my nipples in turn and as they hardened he gently squeezed them with his fingertips. Mitko was becoming a bit forward, I thought, and I felt his own excitement as he pushed his cock against the crack of my ass. "I want to fuck you tonight, Jason," he whispered to me. I smiled as I finished preparing the salad, sprinkling some of the dried chubritsa over the top that I had purchased earlier in the day from Simian. Some small pieces of the cheese had stuck to my fingers and I offered them to Mitko. "Mmm! Chuden!" (wonderful), he exclaimed. Mitko laughed as my tongue licked off one little bit of cheese off a finger that he had somehow missed. Maybe it was exciting to him that I would take my finger from his mouth and put it in my own. Anyhow, I rinsed my hands at the sink, turned to dry them on the towel hanging there and stood looking at Mitko for a moment, then as my gaze moved past him, I realized Simian and Ilian had obviously seen this little show in its entirety. I pointed to the drawer where the knives, forks and spoons would be found and asked Mitko to bring plates, forks and napkins to the table.
I sat four more bottles of beer and the bowl of fresh Shopska salad in the middle of the table, alongside the vinegar, oil, salt and pepper. Mitko dropped a plate in front of each of us, hung my T-shirt on the back of my chair and sat down. I heard Mitko say something in Bulgarian which I did not fully understand, but I plainly caught "Izyagedam!" (eat up!) At once, Ilian and Simian rose, pulled off their shirts and sat back down, bare-chested, to eat. The synchronized movement of these gypsy twins was entrancing and I grinned as I wondered if later they would be capable of each reaching sexual climax at the same time.
Mitko saw the smile on my face and looked quizzically at me. Winking at him, I whispered "Ne si struva" (not worth your time). From my left beneath the table I felt Simian's foot brush against mine. I looked quickly over at him. Simian winked and nearly in a whisper said "Struva si". Aha! An independent reaction to which Ilian was not a part. It seemed maybe there was a "pecking order" between the twins after all. Yes, I recalled that earlier this afternoon Simian had watched both stands while the three of us, Mitko, Ilian and myself, went to the water-closet, Simian going alone after his brother had returned. I glanced at Mitko and saw that he seemed to be enjoying whatever exchange was going on between Simian and myself.
Mitko picked up the loaf of bread from the table, pulled off three large pieces and passed (probably "tossed" would be a better word) a chunk of bread to each of us. We filled our plates with salad and began to eat. Simian watched and gasped a bit as I heavily sprinkled black pepper over my salad. "I like it spicy," I explained to everyone in general. Mitko laughed loudly and again he was the one to keep everyone occupied with questions and his sometimes banal sense of humor. I think we were all hungry and the light conversations while we ate produced many excited looks and smiles ... and under the table, Simian's bare foot now rested on top of mine, almost caressing. I was careful to divide my attention as equally as possible to all three and admired the matching physique of the twins and noted that Mitko showed more maturity. Physically, he had a more heavy covering of coarse black hair over his chest and he was more tanned, although all were olive-skinned beauties. Mitko's arms seemed more bulky and the muscles of his arms rippled, even as he lifted a fork of salad to his mouth. The twin's chest hair was not so coarse and dark, but there was plenty of it.
Finally, our thirst and hunger satiated, the salad and loaf of bread completely consumed, it was Simian who stood up to clear the table. Mitko, Ilian and myself took our nearly-empty bottles of beer and moved to the sofa for cigarettes. I found myself sitting between the two, Ilian still at my left. Simian joined us, taking one of the chairs facing the sofa. Mitko put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him and my reaction was only to follow his lead, running my fingers through the hair on his chest and gently squeezing his nipples. Mitko sighed his satisfaction and when he reached to re-adjust his cock, I put my hand beneath his, feeling his growing erection. "Hmm..." I said. "Problemi?" "Niama," Mitko smiled at me.
"Imam problemi," (I have a problem) I told him and re-adjusted myself. "Iskam da gledam!" (I want to see) exclaimed Mitko. Never one to be bashful, especially when benefits seem so promising, I unsnapped my belt and kicked off my shorts, leaving my boxers. Mitko wasn't to be embarrassed, putting a hand under the back of my shorts, he raised my ass off the sofa and slid my boxers to the floor. As I kicked them aside, I cried "No fair!" (Ne cpravedliv!) But Mitko didn't seem to care than I was the only one buck-naked. Ilian was watching with delight and while Mitko held the shaft of my cock, he reached over, took Ilian's hand and placed it over my balls. What else could I do? I put my head back and enjoyed the attention, with one hand now groping at Mitko's fully erect cock still hidden in his trousers, the other at Ilian's crotch. Not to be left out, Simian came toward us, his own cock tenting his pants and knelt in front of me.
With no hesitation, Simian swallowed my cock and buried his nose in my pubic hair. Mitko put his hand on the back of Simian's head, holding him against me. I watched as Simian deftly worked with both hands and reached to unfasten Mitko and Ilian's trousers. Neither resisted and both pushed their pants and shorts to the floor. Mitko stood, moved behind Simian, reached around his waist and unfastened his pants, then pulled his legs straight and removed the last of Simian's clothing. Now, at least, we were all on a level playing field as far as clothing was concerned. Still behind or perhaps alongside Simian - I can't recall exactly where he was, Mitko began to explore the sensitive area between my balls and my ass ... rubbing the heavy tube that extends to the head of my cock. He moistened a finger with Simian's saliva from my cock and began to massage directly upon my asshole ... Mitko was preparing me for the fuck he had promised earlier in the evening.
I was not in a position where I could take an active part in any of this and I wanted to do some exploration of my own. So, realizing that these guys were not getting their fair share of attention, I caressed Simian's cheeks and ears and soon was able to get his mouth off my cock. "Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested. Simian and Mitko both stood, I quickly took Mitko's cock into my mouth, letting the others watch for a moment then I too stood up and helped Ilian to his feet. Being familiar with the apartment layout, Mitko lead the way to the bedroom. I followed immediately behind, then Ilian and Simian. Mitko was the first to plop onto the large king-size bed, hands beneath his head ... cock pointing straight up into the air. I landed between his legs, gave his cock a few quick sucks, then moved up on top of him and let our cocks rub against each other.
The next realization was that I had suddenly lost track of which twin was which! Both were sitting up on the bed beside us, watching. Remembering that Simian was the one who followed the rest I decided that this was not the moment to be concerned with identity; just to let everyone have some fun. Mitko had pulled his cock so it was now riding into the crack of my ass and he seemed anxious to start fucking. I sat up on his legs with our cocks almost touching, reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and smeared it on his shaft. Mitko closed his eyes tightly and his face wore the biggest smile possible. I stroked him a couple of times, paying close attention to the way the foreskin of his cock would slide over the head. As the proud possessor of a natural dick, I've always admired other uncut cocks, and Bulgaria is heaven for anyone who loves foreskins. Sensing that Mitko was hot as could be and now maybe getting quite close to climax, I raised up, slicking my asshole with the lube that remained on my fingers and sat back to ride Mitko's cock. "Ohhhh!" he exclaimed as he penetrated me. I took a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, then slowly eased down until all of Mitko's length was inside me. "Oh, Jason ... I love the way this feels!" he said, his eyes now locked on mine. Not forgetting the twins, Mitko encouraged them to come closer. One - and I must presume this was Simian, rolled over to nibble on Mitko's dark brown nipples, moved upward along his neck, then put his mouth to Mitko's for a long kiss. The other twin found my balls and felt Mitko's cock as the shaft pistoned in and out. Mitko and I had easily fallen into a mutually-satisfactory rhythmic fucking. I am not sure which gave him the greatest pleasure, my pulling up or his pushing in. He had been quite animated and excited through the entire day; often I would glance and see that his trousers were hiding a larger-than-normal bulge. There was no doubt that Mitko wanted ... needed sexual release urgently.
More than several minutes Simian had his mouth over Mitko's and I could imagine their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths same as Mitko's cock was sliding in and out of my ass. I could see Simian's hand creep over Mitko's chest, feeling his large, dark brown nipples and stroking them into stiff erection. I watched as Simian moved his hand lower over Mitko's belly and was delighted as he again found my hard cock. I normally have almost no precum at all, but I reacted to the intense sensation of Mitko's cock rubbing against my prostate and Simian's gentle touch at that very sensitive spot just below the glans with a big drop of the clear slippery stuff. He rubbed it over the head of my cock, encouraging another drop to appear. Simian broke his kiss with Mitko, again nibbling from his ears down to his chest and erect nipples. Not stopping there, his tongue tentatively licked at the tip of my cock, then in one movement he swallowed it. Another reason I believed this one to be Simian. Now Ilian was behind me and had reached around my waist, holding and gently squeezing my nutsack as Simian was sucking. It was of course a rather nice feeling for me but I had both hands free, and now I reached back and felt Ilian's cock. He must have been pretty excited by all this action, as I felt the head of his cock was all slick with precum.
I gripped the head of his cock in my fist and he made a fucking movement, letting the entire length of his cock slide through my fist, his foreskin and precum providing the lubrication. As he would start to push into my fist, I would squeeze the head of his cock, releasing a nearly-constant stream of precum. Mitko's movements were becoming more intense, shorter, faster and less rhythmic ... more like a stabbing and I knew he was ready to unload. As Simian's mouth slid down my shaft, his tongue swirled around my cockhead and I squeezed my spincter ring ... tightly! "Ohhhhhh!" Mitko exclaimed. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" His cock pushed deep inside me and I felt the pulsing as he released one, two, three times. I pulled up just a bit, remembering that his cock was quite sensitive as he climaxed. As I pulled up, he pushed strongly against my prostate and I squeezed my ass muscles tighter yet. Simian had my cock buried deep down his throat, swallowing, massaging my cockhead. He had learned some secret way to cause his throat muscles to make a vibrating-like sensation and as Mitko's cock rubbed against my prostate one last time, Simian nearly choked as my cum jetted into his throat. Mitko, Simian and myself were nearly motionless, not even breathing, for maybe one, two, three ticks of a clock. Then, in one instant, Mitko relaxed, Simian came up for a breath of air and I raised up off Mitko's cock. I pushed Simian off my cock, maybe a bit roughly and he moved over to the side.
I fell forward against Mitko and our lips met in a deep kiss. Now with my ass up in the air, I tugged on Ilian's cock, signaling that I now wanted him to command the now-empty void just vacated by Mitko's cock. Already on his knees behind us, Ilian readily understood, and his cock, already well-slicked by the precum I had been milking from it, found easy entrance to my well-stretched hole. Laying on top of Mitko, I could now reach over and pull Simian toward us; wanting him to feel very much a part of our liaison. I raised my head and turned toward him just a little bit, puckered my lips and he quickly understood. We made a rather awkward three-way French kiss. I could taste my cum on his tongue and in his mouth; I am sure Mitko did the same. Mitko was slowly stroking Simian's cock and brought his fingers to our lips to give us a taste of the sticky precum. As Ilian fucked me from behind in long, rapid deliberate strokes, Simian, Mitko and I breathed and moved together.
Ilian was now moaning a little and it seemed that each with each deep thrust he would rub against my prostate. The feeling was maybe only a little irritating and was certainly not painful. I could feel his cock swelling inside me as his cum began to move toward the head of his cock. Unlike Mitko, who had begun shorter, faster and less rhythmic thrusts as he neared climax, Ilian's technique was completely different. His strokes were longer, slower and more deliberate. Then, as he pushed deep inside me, there was a noise more like a sharp grunt. He stopped, pulled back, pushed forward again and another, longer grunt. "Ahh!" he exclaimed, and I felt the spasms of his cock. One more time he pulled back and pushed again deep inside me and then all was still. "Ahh," he said again, almost as a laugh. As Ilian relaxed and pulled his cock from my now well-used ass, Mitko reached for the towel I kept at the bedside, tossing it to Ilian. Ilian dried himself, wiped the sweat off my back and laid down beside Mitko. "Boje! Che goulyam kupon!" (roughly translated: "God, what a feast we had!"
I wasn't sure if he was referring to our little dinner or the mini-sex-orgy, but it worried me that Simian's behavior was so passive. To myself, I thought "Maybe the feast isn't over yet!" I was still resting on top of Mitko but now I rolled over and off him to lay between Mitko and Simian. I turned enough that I was face-to-face, cock-to-cock with Simian with my back to Mitko. With one hand I caressed his face, his hair and his ears - I could see that he loved this individual attention. With my other hand, I alternated between his nutsack and the head of his cock. Like his twin, Simian produced a rather ample supply of precum and I used it to provide additional lubrication to the head of his cock. I pulled his head closer to me and our lips met. Open-mouthed we deeply kissed while I stroked his cock. Simian reached between my legs and held my cock against his, stroking me until I was again at least partially erect. As we kissed, he grasped both our cock shafts in his hand and began jacking us together. His strokes were long, slow and deliberate. Each time, he always squeezed our cock heads close together at the end of the upstroke and this created an extremely pleasant and erotic feeling.
By now, Mitko and Ilian were aware of the activity and I could feel Mitko's breath on my ear; he was intently watching Simian and myself, I am sure. I ignored him (all right ... so I love attention and would probably be an exhibitionist in my next lifetime) and concentrated on the expert hand job I was enjoying with Simian. I allowed Simian to take control, his tongue was deep in my mouth, he was breathing deeply and also concentrating on the level of his sexual arousal. I felt myself ready to cum again and knew Simian was also close. I closed my mind to everything except Simian; breathing with him, feeling the hardness of his cock against mine, anticipating each stroke of his hand, sliding our foreskins together, the pressure as he squeezed our cock heads together and the pleasure as his fist slid gently over the glans. I willed myself to feel the pressure of his cock, pulsing as he pleasured himself, sharing with me. His level of tension increased, he held his breath and as I felt his cock begin to spasm, so also did I feel my own climax erupt. He held me tightly against him, our breaths now coming quickly and deeply.
I opened my eyes and pulled back from his just a little, caressed the smile on his face and gave another quick little kiss. Ilian reached across and tussled the hair on his brother's head. "Tsialoto, momche" (perhaps meaning like "good show, little man"). I raised my head, looking around for the towel and Mitko handed it to me. Simian took it and cleaned the running mess from his hand and both of us. "Uffff! Kupia ce!" (I want a bath!) I exclaimed and crawled over Simian, then leading him by the hand we went across the hall, cocks swinging in front of us and left Mitko and Ilian to find themselves alone on the bed. I left the bathroom door open and started the water, adjusting it to perfect temperature and turned on the shower. I gave Simian a bar of soap and together we washed each other thoroughly. I took a bottle of shampoo, squeezed some on my hand and lathered my head. I wanted to get rid of any trimmings left from the 45-cent haircut that afternoon at the market. I offered the shampoo to Simian and he did the same.
One reason I am happy with my apartment is that there is an unlimited supply of hot water and together we enjoyed the luxury of a long, relaxing shower, enjoying the feel and touch of each other. Simian knelt in front of me, washing my chest, public hair and cock, then each leg and foot. He turned me around, washed the remaining lube from my ass, then stood and washed my back, then rinsed the shampoo from my hair. Once he was finished, I gave him the same treatment, indulging in extra attention to his cock, even tasting to be sure all the soap was washed away, pulling the foreskin back over the head when I was finished. Mitko and Ilian appeared in the doorway, apparently also wanting a shower. I took dry towels off the hook, handed one to Simian and we went, dripping, back to the bedroom to dry while they showered.
Simian toweled the water off my back then turned and I dried his. I hung my damp towel to dry on a hook outside the bathroom, he followed my example. Naked, we went to the living room where I reached for my boxers. "Hmm ... ne!" Simian frowned. "Chakai..." (wait) he pleaded. I can not explain the emotion I saw on his face, but it seemed there was something more. Simian took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. Here he picked up the towel off the bed we had used to remove the sticky wet result of our orgasms not half an hour ago. I would have wanted to toss it into the laundry hamper with the dirty clothes, but he put it to his face to feel the remaining wetness. "Izvuneden ce ... " (special) he said, carefully folding the towel and laying it aside. And I smiled, remembering that I had once read of a Roma custom; that on their wedding night, the couple dries their sexual excretions on a cloth and saves the cloth, bringing it out again on each anniversary.
"Ah ... ", I thought, "... a romantic!" I put a hand to Simian's shoulder and smiled... I knew no words for the moment. He looked at me, smiled and made that Bulgarian side-to-side head movement; rocking his head from side-to-side. Whatever thoughts we had were interrupted as Mitko and Ilian finished their shower and saw us quietly standing together with silly grins on our faces. They took the towels from the wall hooks outside the shower and began to dry off.
We all wandered back to the living room, Mitko and Ilian finished off their now- warm beers which still waited on the table and began to dress. "Jason, neaye ostaviame...", Mitko said. (we will leave). ""Hi-de-bay, Simian!" "Ne. Az ostavam sus Jason" (I will stay with Jason"), Simian told them.
.... To be continued in Part 3
This story was inspired, in part, by reader suggestions. If you enjoyed it, let me know. Better still, I always welcome suggestions of how to continue stories of my adventures here in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. You can read about Plovdiv and see some of the sights of this ancient city at www.plovdivcityguide.com. Your thoughts and ideas are always welcome at jason24@plovdivcityguide.com.