Okay, so here are the usual disclaimers. This story contains man-on-man sex between consenting adults. Further, this particular story contains sex between siblings. If you don't want to read such things, then stop here. The author reserves all copyrights to this work of fiction.
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I think we've all had that experience before where you catch sight of a human form that even out of the corner of your eye is obviously broad-shouldered with a V-shaped torso and narrow waist. That's how it all began.
I was home early from a day at the office, and I had to run a quick errand to the cleaners. I wasn't paying much attention to the sights around me. I was mostly lost in my thoughts and giving the minimum attention necessary to my driving in order to feel that I wasn't going to have a wreck. It was at this moment when I caught a glimpse of something that warranted a bit more of my attention. When I turned to look, I think I might have even gasped out loud at the sight of him. On the side of the road stood a man who was astonishingly beautiful, with tousled brown hair and a body to die for. I think I was even more stunned when I managed to take in his surroundings, and I seem to recall that my thoughts went something like this:
- There are other people with him. 2. They seem rather young. 3. Oh my! This is a high school! 4. Surely he's not that young.
...and at that moment, all coherent thought was scattered when an exact duplicate of this adonis stepped to the forefront of the crowd around him. They were twins!
All of this happened in the span of a few moments as I was driving by. I continued on my errand, and chided myself for becoming a "chicken hawk" who preys upon high school kids. Mind you, I'm not really that old, only 32, and I like to think that I'm in pretty good shape and reasonably attractive with brown hair and deep, serious brown eyes. But there's still a big gulf between me and the average high school student, not to mention the potential legalities. I'd love to say that I didn't think anything more about it, but the fact is that those boys fueled many masturbatory sessions over the next few weeks. Over that time, I left work early semi-regularly to make trips to the cleaners, and I made sure to take that same route past the high school. Still, I only saw them again once or twice, but I'm pretty sure one or both of them caught me staring at them at least once.
About a month after the first sighting, I was trying to make my usual run to the cleaners, but I was cutting it awfully close, racing to get there before closing time. As you might have guessed by now, the twins were there, but it was a little different this time. One of them was pacing back and forth and the other was lying on the sidewalk with his head propped up on his backpack against the school's fence. In that position, it was almost impossible to miss the fact that his loose-fitting cargo pants were draped over a significant bulge at his groin. I continued my race to the cleaners, but I couldn't get that picture out of my mind, and I kept wondering if there was some way to meet them. Of course, these thoughts were interspersed with self-recrimination and doubt about the situation, my motivations, safety, legalities, etc. Still... I wanted to meet them, and I wanted to do more than that.
On my way home, I was moving at a more leisurely pace, and I noticed the twins were still there. As I stopped at the stop sign before passing the block they were on, I realized that they were waiting for someone, and it looked like they had been waiting for quite a while. I'm not sure what possessed me, but as I began to drive down the block I found myself slowing down and rolling down the window. The pacing twin spotted me, and his mischievous grin told me that he recognized me, or at least my car, and confirmed that they had indeed caught me staring at some point in the past. There was something cocky and confident about his grin, and when his eyes met mine, I felt a bit light-headed and a tightness in my chest. It was as if I couldn't breathe to supply my brain with enough oxygen to think clearly.
As I pulled completely to a stop beside him, I heard myself say, "Hi. You boys look like you could use a lift." It felt like I was on the outside, looking at my own life like as if I was watching a movie.
When he spoke, it was a with a deep, rich voice. Not only did he look like a full-grown man; he sounded like one. "Yeah. Mom said she was going to be late and that we should catch a ride with some friends if possible, but they all left before we could catch one."
As he spoke, the other twin stood up and walked toward the car. He had a curious expression on his face, but he seemed no where near as confident or certain as his brother did. When he spoke, his voice was deep, but not as rich. "Wayne, we don't know this guy."
"Sure we do, Jake. We've seen him before. He obviously lives somewhere around here."
Aha! Now I knew both their names. That alone made this little adventure worthwhile.
With that, Wayne leaned back down to my window and said, "You're not a serial killer or anything, are you?"
I chuckled and shook my head. I said, "No, nothing that exciting or interesting I'm afraid," all the while thinking, "if only you knew what I want to do to you."
"Would you be willing to give us a lift? I'm afraid it's pretty far though."
I couldn't believe I was doing this, but at this point, I would have said yes to anything Wayne wanted me to do. I responded, "Not a problem. Climb in."
Wayne opened the door and pulled the latch to slide the front seat forward and give access to the back. He turned and gestured to Jake saying, "Come on. It's either this, walk 4 miles and climb the hill after we've already had a hard football practice, or wait who knows how long for Mom if she got caught in another board meeting. Besides, there's two of us and one of him. If he tried anything, he'd be at our mercy, not the other way around."
This was giving me all kinds of material for future fantasies!
Jake looked uncertain, but he climbed in anyway, and Wayne slid the seat back and dropped into the car beside me. After Wayne gave me some directions, I understood why they weren't taking mass transit. They lived on top of one of the highest hills in town, and the transit system only ran around the base of it. It would be one hell of a climb on foot.
After taking care of these practical details, the conversation turned in other directions. I was thrilled to hear that the boys were 18 years old and trying to decide which college to attend at the end of this school year. Many of my earlier doubts and fears were quickly disappearing, and I wondered if I dared try anything. Jake was mostly quiet, but Wayne was very talkative. He asked where I lived, and I told him that I lived a couple of blocks from the beach.
This thrilled Wayne, and I learned that surfing was one of his hobbies. Jake snickered at this, and added that Wayne liked surfing but wasn't very good at it. Wayne's response caught me off guard, as he stated, "I may not be very good at it, but I look good in the wet suit and even better peeling it off. I love the way people look at me when I do that on the roadside by the beach. I swear I've almost caused a few accidents."
I was so caught off guard by Wayne's comment, especially when I realized that he had avoided using any gender references, that I missed the next couple of things he said. I came back to myself when he punched me lightly on the arm, and said, "I asked you if you had a wife or a girlfriend."
Floundering and trying to recover, I answered automatically without really thinking about it, "No, I have a boyfriend, but we have an open relationship." After realizing what I had just said, I blushed furiously. Wayne and Jake were quiet, and when I glanced at Wayne he had that cocky grin again. A quick glance I the rearview mirror told me that Jake was lost in thoughts of his own.
I jumped slightly when I felt Wayne's hand touch mine. I didn't resist when he pulled my right hand off the steering wheel and laid it firmly in his lap. What I felt there was a huge erection straining against the confines of his baggy pants. I must have gasped or made some noise, because suddenly Jake was paying attention again.
"Hey! What are you guys doing?" I heard from the back seat. Jake repositioned himself into the middle of the car where he could lean forward and look between the seats. "Wayne! You pervert!"
Wayne responded, "I couldn't convince you to do it! I gotta' get it somehow."
I couldn't believe my ears. All too soon, we reached their house, and I feared this little encounter was going to end, but Wayne piped up, "Why don't you come inside? I'll show you my room."
Jake was silent, and I was uncertain.
Wayne must have read the look on my face, because he said, "No worries about getting caught. If Mom isn't home by now, she won't be home for several hours. She must have gotten caught in a meeting, and they'll order dinner at the office."
Still uncertain, but unable to resist thinking with the head in my pants, I found myself in the house moments later, being led up a flight of stairs. We passed Jake's room along the way, and I heard him slam his door as I was being led into Wayne's room. I must have been moving like a zombie. I was totally unsure of what I was doing or what to do next. Wayne was having no such problem. He turned toward me with that grin on his face and burning lust in his eyes. He put one hand on my shoulder and pushed down. I sank to my knees in front of him, and he pushed his crotch against my face. I could feel a hard pole pressed against my cheek through the fabric of his pants, and he slowly started rubbing it back and forth over my lips and across my face. It seemed to get even harder. It jumped and throbbed each time it slid across my lips.
Wayne took his hand from my shoulder and began to unfasten his belt and pants. He pulled the fabric down, and I felt it slide away leaving my face in direct contact with his flesh! I was pleasantly surprised at the lack of underwear, and I felt his hard cock against my cheek. It felt so hot that it was almost burning. Wayne moaned very low and very deep in his throat as he felt my lips on his bare skin. "Come on, suck it!" he growled. I took his shaft in one hand and marveled at it's girth and length. He gasped as my fingers curled around it, unable to meet around it's thickness. I admired the large tool in front of me. It must have been at least 8 inches long, and he had a large, helmet-shaped head, slightly bigger than the shaft. He was definitely a man, not a boy, and I wondered how I could handle this monster cock.
"Suck me, please." Wayne was both commanding and pleading at the same time. I ran my tongue across the underside of his shaft, from the base by his balls, all the way to the tip, and his entire body shook as another uncontrollable gasp came from him. He suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it against his body. His hard cock pressed firmly into my face. He rocked back and forth slightly for a moment, and then he lightened his grip on my head, allowing me to pull back, but just far enough for him to aim his cock at my mouth. I felt the head pressing at my lips, and I very slowly opened them, allowing his head to enter my mouth. Wayne was breathing very heavy, and I figured he wouldn't last very long, but I was determined to make this the best damned blowjob he'd ever have while it lasted. I allowed him to pull me into him, taking inch after inch of that monster into my mouth. I was happy that I could accommodate his girth, but it was stretching my mouth wide, and it wasn't long before I felt him pressing against my throat. I resisted him to give myself time to adjust. I slid back along his pole until just the head was in my mouth, and then I slid back down again. Wayne moaned very loudly as I began to set up a slow, deliberate rhythm. On each thrust, I felt his head pushing harder against my throat, and a few more strokes, I felt it pop into place, cradled deep inside me. Wayne let out a guttural roar, and I suddenly felt his enormous cock swell even larger, and then it started pulsing and jerking. Wayne pulled against me hard, and I suddenly felt his pubic hairs against my nose and realized that I could feel each pulse of cum as it traveled the length of his cock to be unloaded deep inside of me. He bucked and moaned as each wave hit him, but he held my head tightly, not allowing his cock to slide even a centimeter out of my mouth. Finally, as his orgasm subsided, he relaxed a little but didn't release my head until his cock began to soften in my throat.
We both jumped and his cock was suddenly withdrawn when we heard clapping at the door. I turned to see Jake standing there. "Well done," he said. "Very impressive. I'm sure my brother has been needing that for a long time. He's been trying to convince me to do it for months now, but I've never really been interested in men. Still... watching the two of you..."
At this moment, I noticed the hardon in Jake's pants. Wayne kicked his pants the rest of the way off and walked over to Jake. Jake looked a little unsure of himself, but Wayne walked around behind him, and before he could turn around and grabbed him by the shoulders. He pushed him forward until he was standing right in front of me.
Jake spluttered out, "but Wayne..."
"Shhhhhh, brother. Just relax and do whatever feels good. Don't think about it. Just do it." Wayne coaxed Jake as he wrapped his arms around him from behind and began to unbutton his fly. Wayne reached inside his brother's pants and pulled out a beautiful cock, proving that they were identical twins in every way.
Slowly Jake's cock pushed forward until it was pressing at my lips. I reached up and held his hips as I allowed it to slowly slide into me. Jake inhaled sharply as I was slowly impaled on his shaft. I was even more turned on by the situation when I realized that Jake's motion wasn't entirely voluntary. Wayne was pushing against Jake, thrusting his own hips into Jake's backside, causing his cock to enter my mouth. I let him set the rhythm this time, not wanting to break the spell. In and out, I felt Jake's cock slowly slide. Jake was almost whimpering at the pleasure he was feeling, and Wayne was beginning to moan again. It was easier this time when I felt his cock sliding into my throat. Jake gasped, and as I listened to Wayne moaning, I realized that Wayne must be getting hard again.
As I greedily sucked Jake's cock, I began to run my hands up and down his thighs and across his ass. As I did so, I made sure to pull his cheeks slightly apart, which I was hoping would allow Wayne's cock to graze across his hole. Jake jerked a bit, startled, but Wayne and I continued our rhythm, and Jake was soon lost in the sensations again. I deliberately worked up a lot of saliva as was riding Jake's cock, and I used one hand to jack him as I sucked. He moaned loudly, but I he didn't understand my real purpose. As I did this, I used my other hand to play with his ass more. After a few moments of this, I took my hand from his cock and took him to the root for a few strokes, which elicited very loud moans. I pushed Wayne back slightly with one hand and wrapped my saliva-laden hand around his huge prick. He moaned and bucked, and with my hand in control of his cock, I was able to aim it right at his brother's ass. Jake screamed in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but I took him to the root and swallowed, milking his cock to distract him as I used my hands to guide Wayne to take it VERY slowly. Jake started to protest and struggled weakly, but I moved my hands from Wayne to Jake and began to guide Jake in setting the rhythm. Now feeling more in control of the situation, Jake began to relax a little, which allowed his brother to slide several more inches inside of him. They both gasped sharply. It must have been beginning to feel good to Jake. He began to rock back and forth between my mouth and Wayne's cock.
Back and forth, in and out, and the pace began to get faster. I loved the feel of Jake's sliding deep into my throat while Wayne's huge cock was impaling him from behind within a foot of me. In very little time, Jake was slamming into my face, and I could only imagine what it felt like to Wayne slamming into him from behind. After a few moments of this both twins let out guttural roars, and I felt that familiar jerking and pulsing sensation from Jake's cock. Unlike his brother, Jake continued thrusting throughout his orgasm, and I got to taste some of that sweet nectar. He continued to fuck my face as wave after wave of cum shot into me, and I know he was getting a similar load from his brother. Even after he completed his orgasm, he thrust into me a few more times, and then all three of us collapsed to the floor in a panting, sweaty heap.
In the afterglow of the moment, I realized that at some point in that intense final climax I had reached my own orgasm without ever touching myself. There was a huge wet spot on my pants and running down my leg.
I expected a negative reaction from Jake after the passion of the moment had worn off, but instead he snuggled against me and his brother, and he seemed more relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from him... as if he had finally come to terms with something he'd been struggling with.
I lay with the boys for a while before I remembered that we were in their mother's home, and then I reluctantly withdrew myself and left before she got home. I left them my phone number, and I was happily surprised when they called. We became good friends and occasional lovers. Wayne decided to keep his surfing gear at my house because it was so convenient, and I loved to see him getting into and out of his sexy surfing gear. My house became a place of refuge for both of them, a place where they could go to be together and to be with me without fear of discovery. It was a wonderful arrangement for all of us. They're in college now, and I get regular emails from them both. I'm looking forward to their first summer back home.
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