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THE TWINS NEXT DOOR, chapter three
"UDHGDDHHHHSSJLLLRRRRRURPR" slurping and gagging; gagging and slurping.
Trent's dick was diamond-hard and massive as it had been a quarter-century before. I hadn't sucked a dick since Trent, but the taste and smell instantly brought with it the memory of the 500 blow jobs I gave him so many years ago.
I tasted the sour bile and spit-up that was trying to get out of my throat, but it kept getting pushed back down byTrent's boner. I tried not to make a sound as I did my best not to choke -- after all, we were in a packed grocery store. Trent managed to find a corner with no other customers, but I knew I had to work fast unless I wanted to get caught.
To make matters worse my wife Marie and daughter Victoria were only a few aisles away, ready to check out. They would be looking for me...
"Get me off, you little faggot. Just like the old days. I know you remember."
I did remember, all too clearly. I had spent most of my childhood and teen years pining for Trent and his brother Travis' twin packages. Then I had spent my late teens and early twenties being their beck and call bitch boy, getting turned out regularly at their slightest whim. Made to do the grossest, most debasing things. I couldn't even fathom the idea of my wife finding out about any of it. To her I was a stand up, masculine, clean-cut man, successful in business and as a husband and father. We fucked regularly, and I loved it too. But little did she know that often, especially after a beer or two, I imagined Trent's huge balls slapping my face and the joy they once provided me. Or Travis's heavy piss stream wailing me between the eyes. Or their dad's giant--
"What the fuck is going on here!"
A security guard was inches away from us. He was big, Puerto Rican, and angry looking. He grabbed Trent's collar. "Well look what the fuck we have here." It all happened so quickly that my lips were still wrapped around Trent's dick as he spoke. I fell backwards, landed on my ass, as he yanked Trent towards him by his collar.
"You're both coming with me."
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Over thirty years before, I had gotten my first taste of dick at the age of sixteen when Trent's twin brother Travis unloaded in my mouth after the three of use spent a night jacking off to a pomo on VHS that we had stolen from their dad. Trent came too, jacking off next to us as I gave his brother a blow job.
That of course wasn't good enough for Trent. The brother's were very close, best of friends of course, but their rivalry really was the fuel that propelled them both through life. This is why they were BOTH the stars of the baseball AND hockey AND basketball teams at our high school.
This is why they restlessly pursued a faster time, a harder shot, another goal, another conquest. This is why they went through girlfriends like water, passing girls between them and moving on. There was a joke in our high school that you didn't fuck one of the Carry twins without fucking them both -- and it was pretty much true.
So the fact that I spent that first session getting his brother off, while Trent just jacked off on the sidelines, wasn't going to sit well. Trent was never a sidelines player.
So naturally a competition started. Who could feed me more loads. Who could make me suffer the greatest. who could turn me into the biggest faggot.
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Travis would piss in my beer. Guess he had a thing for piss, or at least watching someone drink his. We'd be watching football or smoking cigars up on the treehouse....didn't matter. Whenever I was drinking around them, the drink became a concoction of booze and whatever urine Travis had in his bladder. Football Sundays i'd spend at the Carry house -- and since we were seniors now his dad always let us have a beer or two (once he let us have three) with the game. For some reason my own dad stopped complaining when I came home stinking of a little booze Sunday evenings. Travis would always "accidentally" take my beer with him when he went off to the bathroom., and when it was done set it down in front of me--more full now than when he took it. "Drink up, homo" he would whisper to me, when his dad was our of earshot. I did my best to gulp it down, making faces at the acrid taste.
"Don't be a pussy" Mr. Carry laughed at me, thinking it was just the taste of beer that was so difficult to swallow....
The same stuff would continue when we were at school too. Don't get me wrong we were the best of friend sin public -- I was known as the Carry sidekick and got plenty of social benefits from being so. Girls who were trying to get close to the Carry twins would befriend me, even try to sleep me with. Guys who saw how much pussy the twins got would befriend me too, hoping to learn their secrets. It was a good situation for me, that/s for sure.
But behind the scenes, when the other kids weren't looking, it was a different story. I wasn't the twins' friend, I was more like an employee.
actually, since I wasn't being paid, I guess I was more of a volunteer.
"Our secret slave" Travis once referred to me to his brother. I guess that was pretty accurate.
Anyway, when no one was looking, the twins were total douchebag. Trent especially would physically abuse me, just for fun. Dead arms, giving me wedgies, twisting his knuckles into my shoulder...he loved seeing me suffer and still bounce back for more.
Travis was more into the degradation than the physical pain. Once I remember het and I in the restroom, if we were pissing next to each other at the urinals. There was a third guy on the other side of Travis, his friend Abe. We were all joking about the softball game we were playing ing my class. "See you guys back on the field" Abe said, heading out of the bathroom.
The second, i mean the SECOND, the door slammed shut, Travis--still mid-piss--turned towards me. He just kept pissing without saying a word, now covering the leg of my jeans. I was soaked. When he was done, he
grinned and left the bathroom without a word. I was expected to clean myself up---but since I didn't want anyone to see me like this, I had to hide in a stall until gym class was over. Not my finest hour.
Trent was more about straight blow jobs. Every guy likes getting their dick sucked, that's a given. but Trent was obsessed with it. Like he didn't feel like himself unless he was getting blown. I was all too eager to learn how to suck dick and Trent gave me PLENTY of practice. But to be honest even a dicksucker like me couldn't keep up with his need. Pretty much every day at lunch, Trent would meet me out in the senior class parking lot, where seniors were allowed to park during school days. Trent and Travis would always drive to school in whatever old rust bucket their dad had on hand form his work--so the car was a perfect meeting joint to get a little p;privacy. Trent would park way in the far corner of the lot, where pretty much no one else would be. He'd sit in the driver's seat and I'd be in the passenger seat, bent over his lap, throating his rod. He never ooh long to come, usually just 5 minutes or less... but sometimes--hell, a lot of times--he would demand a second or even third BJ.
I can still remember the feel of the car's gear shift digging into my ribs, as i did my best to blow him while keeping my head down so any passers-by wouldn't be able to see. I also remember the salty explosion of Trent's loads--how there was always more cum than I would expect or imagine...and how angry he'd get when I'd miss a drop or didn't swallow completely. He's slap me on the back of my head and tell me to "do a better job." It just turned me on more.
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As I said, my parents would often go away for work, leaving my sister and me. I would always turn those nights into huge ragers--inviting most of our class and some of the more popular juniors to come by. These parties were always awesome and uninterrupted (I'd usually send my sister off to sleep at a friends--she never tattle don me, was pretty good at keeping a secret form mom and dad). People would wonder drunk around my parents ample house, or smoke cigarettes onj the lawn (I'd frantically pick up the butts the next morning, my parents AHTED smoking of any kind). Sometimes, when drunk, couples would wonder over to The Carry yard to make out in the bushes. Even though I was technically throwing the party, Trent and Travis were the real "hosts" -- and they called the shots as to who partied where.
Mid-way through senior year we had a particularly rowdy party. Two kegs and multiple handles of Kettle One later, we were all pretty hammered. A drunk blond girl named Danielle was licking my ear as we danced to some insipid techno song, and she kept asking me to go upstairs. I'm pretty sure she had fucked Trent and Travis earlier that year, and I was just the leftovers--but obviously I didn't care. Still I was craving Trent's cum....not really in the mood for fucking coos, so I kept denying her. But when I looked over to Trent and Travis, who were doing tequila shots with their baseball buddy-- a trim, red-headed home-run hitter named Puck (John Puck was his full name), I finally agreed to take Danielle upstairs
She was voracious--ripping for my clothing the second we got into my bedroom. I was too drunk to be smooth, and pawed at his bra until she took her tits out herself. I laid back on the bed and started getting head, pretty good head considering how wasted she was. Typical high school party debauchery...
When suddenly the door of my room busted open. The twins and Puck came in raucously, still pounding beers. "there you bitches are" Puck laughed.
"She looks busy" Travis joked.
Danielle was too drunk to really get what was going on, but she jumped off my dick in a split second, embarrassed by the intrusion.
"Don't stop, baby." Trent said, softly, "you'll just have more work to do." With that he unzipped his pants and flopped out his enormous donkey cock. My eyes bulged..even after all this time I still was amazed every time I saw it.
Travis followed his brother's example, pulling his pants around his ankles and kicking them off. His dick was hard and identical to Trent's--for a second I thought Iw as seeing double. That damned vodka was getting to my head.
"Don't forget me" Puck was close behind. He pulled off his pants and shirt, standing their buck named. Buck naked Puck.
He was HOT. 6' and slender, with six pack abs and big green irish eyes.
He was a junior but hung out with mostly seniors on the baseball team, and I knew him slightly--though not well. Seeing him nude, along with the two Carry Cocks swinging next to him, was enough to get me fully hard--my boner had gone done a bit when they interrupted the blow job.
I didn't know what danielle was going to do--she looked a bit scared and uncertain, but then made a suddenly movement. She grabbed Travis dick (he was closest), and with a gleam in her eye, looked up at Trent "And here I thought you war wall done hooking up with me." Then, still locking eyes with Trent, she leaned over like she was about to blow him...but put Puck's stiffening 8" thick uncut dick in her mouth instead. Puck got instantly rock hard and grabbed her by her blond hair, a little aggressively
"That's what I'm talking about!"he laughed again.
Trent was a bit annoyed by the lack of attention he was getting, even though Danielle took brief turns blowing him before sucking Travis and Puck longer. I sort of stayed to the side, taking it all in-- but even I got a turn with Danielle. She would blow me while jacking off the twins and Puck, taking my whole dick down her throat (at 7.5" I had the smallest dick of this well-hung crew). While he was being ignored, Trent took out a vial of cocaine and snorted some off our night table. Puck also took some, hungrily. It was clearly not the first lines they had been doing that night...and now their extreme drunkeness made even more sense.
about ten minutes after we started, Danielle was on her knees, cupping Travis' nuts with one hand and sucking Puck's dick eagerly as he stood above her. I was next to her, sitting on the bed, with a full on boner...waiting my turn again. Trent suddenly roared in frustration.
"FUCK THIS" he screamed. "I'm not waiting any more."
He crossed a line he hadn't crossed before. That is, he grabbed my head by my ear and pulled my mouth towards his dick -- all in front of Danielle and Puck-- OUTSIDERS. I instinctively pulled away, pretending to be disgusted.
Trent just got more furious, "stop acting like you don't want it, bro"
I looked up at Puck, whose eyes were rolling with the head he was receiving. Maybe it was the booze talking but at that moment I just wanted Trent's dick so bad, I didn't care who saw. I opened wide and took it's spit and sweat covered length all the way down my throat. Sucking dick far better than Danielle did.
"Holy shit" Puck said, taking in the sight of a dude sucking his teammates dick. But, importantly, he didn't look away or miss a beast as he pumped Danielle's face.
"Damn that feels so good" Trent sighed.
I bet you can guess what happened next. Within minutes Danielle and I were side by side on our knees, as the guys went down the line fucking both our mouths. First Trent, then Puck, then Travis -- they'd pump about 5 times in her mouth then pump about 10 times in mine. from their reactions, it was clear all three of them preferred the blow job I was giving them.
danielle was confused, too drunk to really get what was going on--but I think appreciative of the help that she didn't have top get all these guys off herself.
As usual Trent was the first to blow. He pulled out of my mouth and shot his goo all over my cheek and Danielle's chest, making sure to get a bit on both of us. "Make sure to share that" he snickered.
Puck wasted no time as he grabbed my head to continue blowing him, even with Trent's cum dripping down my chin. He ravaged my throat, appreciating that he didn't need to be gentle or careful about choking me. He definitely was getting initiated in the Carry Cult of Cocksucker Abuse.
He same straight down my throat, bucking his hips widely. I grabbed his muscular thighs and held on as this red headed stallion unloaded a gallon of cum down my throat. I swallowed, barely able to take it all.
At about the same time Travis came in Danielle's mouth. Her eyes bulged as she tasted his load, apparently more than she thought it would be. I thought we were done when sudden;y Danielle reached over and grabbed me by the back of the neck. She kissed me hard on the mouth, lips half-open, so Travi's' cum gurgled out of her pouty mouth and into my own. Caught by surprise, I left about half of it cascade out of my mouth and down my chin.
Between that and Trent's wild sperm shot, I looked like a glazed donut, a thin sheet of cum covered almost my entire face.
The guys cleaned up a little, making small talk with Danielle, smoothing things over a bit. We all did another round of shots, mine tasting salty as it was mixed with the boy's cum. No one mentioned my sucking dick or the strange orgy we had just had--everything suddenly went back to normal.
Typical; high school debauchery once again...
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So, needless to say, it was a pretty amazing senior year. Couldn't have been better. I was popular at school, had been accepted to my top choice university on the east coast to continue my studies next year, and well stocked in cock between the Carry boys and their endlessly horny pursuit of blow jobs. Puck didn't come immediately rushing back for more head, but didn't seem weird or put off by me in school. "Crazy night, huh dude?"
was the closest he came to acknowledging it. I thought at first maybe he didn't remember, but I guess he just was cool with it all being a secret.
Yep, high school was smooth sailing. April came around. Just 5 months of Carry cock left until college.
And then, sometimes, the unexpected happens.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was in my room, horny as always. I decided to go next door to see if I could get some cock. Trent had gone to Minneapolis with the basketball team, but Travis was home--he broken his ankle two weeks earlier and was on a leave of absence from playing. The least I could do for the poor guy, stuck in a cast and miserable inside, was give him a good blow job and drink down his piss.
I mean, that was my job.
But Travis wasn't home when I got there. The whole house seemed deserted.
But I heard something from there basement, which Mr. Carry let unfinished as his workroom. I'd been down there a few times looking for booze with Trent, nothing but a bunch of circular saws and some lumber. the whole floor was covered in saw dust and various bits of metal Mr. Carry was saving for one home improvement project or another. It was very different from my basement back home, which was furnished, and had a food ball table and ping pong right beside the mini-fridge.
I heard it louder and louder, a rhythmic suction sound. Punctuated by a sort of hard slap.
I gingerly went down the stairs and peaked below the low hanging ceiling.
There, stark naked, was Mr. Carry. He was mercifully pounding the shit out of someone bent over on a work table. I mean POUNDING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THEM, his big hair-covered nuts whacking them with the most thunderous noise. I remember the sight of his hairy crack and how muscular his ass looked pounding away on some poor, defenseless hole. I wondered what horny school teacher or sex-straved divorcee he had lured to the basement. He was every much of a stud as his sons--I knew it!
I must have gasped slightly or breathed too heavily, because suddenly Mr Carry heard me and--without taking his dick out--turned slightly to look over his shoulder. With the movement, I got a better look at what was going on. And who he was fucking.
"DAD???"
TO BE CONTINUED
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