Zane and the twins

Hello Nifty readers. Below is a story of high school love. Wait, strike that. Below is a story of high school lust.

If you enjoy the proceeding story, then you may want to check out some of my other stories. The character of Zane can be found roaming the halls in my series entitled 'Space Ship Boys'. This can be found in the science fiction section of Nifty, and here is a link:

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This one-off tale that tells a little of his back story was a writing exercise, but one I hope produced desirable results.

I respond to all emails, and always appreciate comments, feedback, etc. I even appreciate criticism - to an extent. Feel free to contact me at erikritler@yahoo.com. In the meantime, enjoy!

Zane and the Twins

Zane Flynn was a little conceited, to be sure. But as the 16 year-old looked at his nearly-nude form in the full-length mirror on his bedroom closet door, the teenager considered that his body did, in fact, warrant at least a little vanity.

At sixteen, Zane was well on his way to manhood. He loved football, that game, which some called soccer, of running and sprinting and lovely grass stains on tight white shorts, and lacrosse, and he loved to swim. But most of all he loved skateboarding, the rush and the freedom and the sound the wheels made as he zoomed across pavement, air flowing through his hair. Zane enjoyed most any activity that challenged his lithe frame, and he enjoyed most any activity that was fun.

This showed on every inch of his body. Over the past few years he'd marveled as he'd filled out, the hours and hours of sport giving him definition and musculature. He wasn't overly built, something that wouldn't have suited his boyish face, but his body was tan and hard and youthful and beautiful in all the right places, - his pecs defined, stomach flat and hard, legs and arms strong. And, Zane thought to himself, his ass was really getting awesome.

Again, it wasn't that Zane was overly conceited, which we might assume if we were to witness the youth strutting in front of the mirror in his favorite red jock strap, turning at a slight angle now and then to catch a glimpse of the rounded flesh of his butt. Zane was just very aware of how attractive he was, and how manhood was wiping away the awkwardness of pre-puberty. Zane had never been unattractive, but he had felt that he looked a little like a monkey when he was younger. Now his floppy brown hair, largish ears, and puppy-dog brown eyes were an asset rather than a curse, the addition of many pounds of muscle transforming him from scrawny skater boy to total hotness.

This was fortunate, because although Zane was a slacker, a boy who appreciated lazy afternoons of goofing off over studying, he was more than willing to expend endless energy on any activity he found amusing, and as he'd discovered six years earlier, there was no activity more amusing, no hobby worth spending more time on, than sex.

This discovery started, as one might assume, with pillow humping and dry orgasms, at age ten in Zane's case. Zane lived in a modern age, and was well informed on such matters, so he knew exactly what it meant the first time he felt those spasms of pleasure down there. He'd quickly moved on to masturbation, then play with friends, then sex.

He'd loved it from the first time, of course, and now a large part of his time was consumed finding new partners, new adventures to have. With boys, with girls, with couples, it didn't matter. Zane loved sex, he craved the excitement and adventure of intimacy with someone new, and fortunately he had a body and a face and a look that made most everyone new agreeable to an afternoon of nakedness and play, although there had been a fair number of rejections as well.

Now Zane had set his sites on a new conquest, ergo the jockstrap-in-the-mirror routine. And if he were successful on this particular mission, the teen would fill a very important slot in his little black book of sexual endeavors. If things went well he would be having a threesome, which in itself was a spectacular accomplishment (and a LOT of fun), although it should be mentioned that by this time Zane had been a part of more than one, and some might say many, threesomes. The importance in his latest mission was the type of threesome it involved.

Having sex with two girls had been easy - he'd done it at thirteen, and several times since then (it seemed that many of the girls he knew, who all seemed to be aware of Zane's role as an experiment in pleasure rather than 'boyfriend material', enjoyed bringing a friend along). The year before he'd spent a weekend at JDU, the college his parents were insistent he eventually attend, and although he had not wanted to go, the resulting weekend of sex with his Prospective Student Advisor, Ted, and Ted's girlfriend Lea had made the trip worthwhile. Stone buildings and libraries hadn't impressed Zane quite as much as the healthy dose of pot and eighteen straight hours of nudity and exploration and orgasms had.

Zane was firmly bisexual, although he enjoyed men a little more (and why wouldn't he?) So it was strange to him that these two varieties of threesomes had come his way so easily, and that the final variety - three boys in bed together - was the final adventure to be found in this particular category.

He'd come close before. There was one particular sleepover at fourteen where Zane's two houseguests may have consented to a night of fun, but far before bedtime Zane had decided that the two friends he'd invited, although good friends, were probably not threesome material. They weren't unattractive, per se, but the two boys smelled a little unwashed and had the general greasy quality that made Zane wonder if kissing them would be rather like kissing a week-old slice of pepperoni pizza. If this seems an unappetizing prospect, then we would understand why Zane manipulated the night towards an evening of video games.

So it was that Zane found himself extremely capable of finding a new partner on a nearly weekly basis, but it just never worked out that he was able to find two boys who might be willing to play. He didn't give this much thought. At least, not until he met the twins.

Danny and Cory Novak were transfers to Zane's high school. They were a year behind, so Zane didn't have any classes with the sophomores, but they did play the same sports so he got to know them. It wasn't long after meeting them that he considered that they were quite sexy, which made him wonder if they had sex with each other, which made him wonder if they would have sex with him. This quickly became something of a preoccupation for Zane - sex with a cute boy was about as much fun as you can have in life, unless it's having sex with two cute boys, and if those cute boys happen to be identical copies of one another, well, that seemed like a concept that pushed the limits of the teen's sexual imagination well over the edge.

This sometimes spilled subtly into the pretext of Zane's conversations with the twins.

"So, are you two completely identical? You know.... everywhere?" Zane had asked one grey afternoon. Practice had long ended, and the boys had opted for some fast-food burritos, which they were munching while sitting on the football bleachers.

The twins had giggled in response. Laughter came very easily to them, and this suited them. They had nice smiles that displayed rows of perfectly-white upper teeth. "No," Danny had replied, laughing, "I have horse hooves..."

"...and I have cloven hooves!" Danny had finished, laughing too.

It was a weird answer, but the twins were a little hyperactive and odd. Zane had been unable to elaborate on his questions since the hoof comment resulted in the twins propelling themselves off the bleachers in order to chase one another around the field. Apparently the previous two hours of running and practice hadn't managed to burn out whatever fissile energy source the boys ran on.

It wasn't that the brothers were just a sexual conquest to Zane. He truly liked the energetic youths, and things evolved so that the three would often hang out after school. Zane found the twins funny and easygoing, and the younger boys were more than appreciative of the attentions of the cool upper classman.

As is often the case with teenagers, Zane's friendship with Danny and Cory evolved slowly and easily until one day Zane was informed that the twin's parents would be out of town for a weekend, and that the youths had obtained permission to have an overnight guest. Zane immediately accepted, and about two seconds later, he realized this would be his opportunity to try and wrestle the twins into bed (possibly literally), which is why he was strutting in front of his mirror forty- eight hours later trying to determine the sexiest outfit to wear.

In the end, Zane's favorite pair of red undies made the cut. Not only were they completely comfortable, but the way the waistband rested just below the tanned v-shape of Zane's lower abdominals was enough to give the teen an erection, and in fact it had. The smallish red pouch had grown in size in order to accommodate the teen's growing organ, but not quite large enough to accommodate it comfortably. Zane considered whipping it out and whacking off, but he sort of wanted to save his sexual energies for later. This was a considerable amount of restraint for a 16-year old, and particularly this 16-year old, but for once Zane managed to wait, and with considerable effort stuffed himself into his favorite pair of blue jeans.

Zane managed to pack up and get out of the house with as little harassment as possible. Recently his parents had taken to pestering the teenager about his grades at every available opportunity. And Zane had been doing better - his C average was now a solid B-minus average. This was not so much a result of the pestering, but more because the teen had recently come to consider that the students at JDU, his parents' college of choice, were rather more attractive than the local auto mechanics. This may go without saying (no offense to auto mechanics), but for Zane this meant the revelation that a life in college meant infinitely better sex than life as an auto mechanic, and almost instantly he had seen a rise in his grades.

Still, on the way out the door he was reminded that his weekend with the twins was a reward for a recent 'A' on a science test, and that further 'A's' were expected.

The twins lived in a neighborhood unoriginally named Mountain Vista, where all the houses were large and well-kept and usually adorned with a couple of brand- new BMWs in the front driveway. Danny and Cory's place was a French Normandy style home that was a little larger than average, even for Mountain Vista. As Zane pulled his car into the driveway affront the brick home, he wondered if the house would be slightly embarrassed to be adorned by the teenager's older and not-so-very stylish car for a weekend.

Zane lugged his overnight bag up the lengthy stone walkway, noting that the grass seemed overly vibrant and extremely well manicured. Upon reaching the door the teenager rang the bell, a deep and solemn chime sounding from within the home.

"Ritzy," the teen whistled to himself. He knew the twins were well off, but he'd never been to their home before. A few seconds later Zane could hear someone traipsing towards the door, the loud and clumsy footsteps unmistakably that of a teenager (or a very drunk adult). The oak door swung open to reveal a widely smiling teenager dressed in dark blue denim jeans and a black and purple letterman's jacket. The jacket had several patches on it, but it was the one for volleyball that revealed the owner of the coat to be Danny.

"Hey, Cory my man, what's up," Zane said in his usual carefree manner, handing his bag to the twin.

The other teenager arched an eyebrow, accepting Zane's luggage. "Uh, I'm actually Da..."

Zane didn't even let his friend finish. "Yeah, whatever Cory, nice try."

The twins were not only identical twins, they were practically PERFECTLY identical. No one could tell them apart a hundred percent of the time, at least no one until they'd met Zane, who had successfully distinguished them from the first day. This had aggravated the brothers, who then set out trying to confuse Zane. A simple switch, double switches, elaborate phone-call-alibi-then-switching-in- the-middle-of-a-movie-in-the-theater switches, none had worked.

"Humph," Cory grunted, slightly annoyed for a moment before putting on a wide smile. "I told Danny that wouldn't work. C'mon, we have a killer game going!"

The teenager shuffled off, motioning Zane to follow. And follow he did, through an entry hall and a massive living room, up a very wide set of carpeted stairs, through another hallway to another large living room, this one slightly more disheveled than the other, where Danny was splayed out on a couch playing a video game on what appeared to be a 108-inch flat panel television, the sound cranked up quite high.

"Whoa," Zane gasped, "nice set up!"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," Cory shrugged.

"Hey Zane!" Danny exclaimed, his eyed glued to the screen. "Holy crap these guys are hard!"

On screen Danny's character was trapped in a dilapidated warehouse by what appeared to be fifty or so armed Nazi storm troopers and four Christmas carolers with RPG's. Each time Danny peeked out a window, a rocket came firing at his face, the explosion causing chaos on-screen and an overly loud boom that shook the real living room.

"Uh, this may take a bit. Hey, let me show you the house," Cory stated, rolling his eyes a little at his brother's game obsession.

Zane followed Cory, who turned out to be an exemplary tour guide. The house was indeed as large as it looked from the outside, with its own wine cellar and sauna, an office for both the twins' father and mother, and several extra bedrooms. "Wow, I had no idea you guys were so loaded," Zane said as Cory showed him a second, smaller kitchen.

Cory flushed a little at the comment and Zane was instantly a little sorry he'd said anything about their family's obvious wealth. As was his way when he was embarrassed, Cory reached his arm behind his neck and scratched at his head. "Um...well...I guess..."

"Sorry dude, it's no big deal, this is just a killer house," Zane commented.

Cory put back on his easy smile, his upper teeth gleaming, any embarrassment instantly forgotten. "Hey, let me show you the best part."

Cory led Zane into a library. It was pretty cool - books had become rarer since the computer age, not extinct certainly, but such that most homes didn't have a room with several thousand volumes in it. This library was rather elegant, dark woods and hanging ivy framing the rows of leather volumes. And the arched skylight was impressive, allowing the crisp afternoon sun to lazily dance across the floor.

"Um, yeah," Zane chimed in, "pretty cool. A library. Wow."

Cory rolled his eyes at his friend. "Not this room, stupid, over here." The teen walked over to a corner of the room where the large mahogany cabinets met. He reached up and pulled on a book titled "Under the Moons of Mars". With a click and a whir, a section of the shelf swung backwards to reveal a doorway, a brass spiral staircase visible within.

"No. Fucking. Way," Zane stuttered. "You guys have a secret bookshelf passageway thingy?! That is so cool!"

This time Cory was not at all flustered by Zane's compliment and beamed. "Yeah, when our parents had this house built they put this in for Danny and me. It's our room. You can go up if you want to."

Zane didn't need a second invitation. He stepped through the bookcase and bounded up the stairway, which was slightly slow going since it was a rather tight spiral. At the top he popped out into what was unmistakably a teenager's bedroom, or in this case two teenagers.

The space was large - what would have been the attic of the house - with a bedroom area containing two queen-sized beds, a kitchenette and its own bathroom. Everything was decorated in blue and purple in what seemed like a slightly roman style. Clothes were strewn here and there, as well as the mandatory trappings of youth - balls, games, electronics. There were several chairs and a couple of couches, and in general all the furniture seemed slightly askew. It was very befitting a set of hyperactive twins who were stuck somewhere in the middle on the journey from boyhood to manhood.

"OMG, this is sooooo cool," Zane gushed, rushing from area to area to check things out, stepping over piles of clothes here and there.

The twins' parents had also build some secret compartments into the room in various areas, and Cory was showing Zane one of them when the other twin appeared.

"Aw, man," Danny whined, "You showed him the library? I wanted to be there for that, dorcus."

Cory shrugged. "Well, you were stuck getting your ass beat, butt face, and on the easiest level too."

The brothers bantered back and forth playfully, things escalating as they often do with brothers. Eventually Cory decided to take things to a physical level and attempted to tackle Danny.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that!" Danny exclaimed, tackling his brother in return and sending the two tumbling over the back of a couch. They ended up on the floor together, each trying to pin the other unsuccessfully. Zane watched the two wrestle, his mind suddenly snapping back to his ulterior motives. Perhaps later he could use wrestling to engineer things in the right direction?

Once the twins calmed down, Danny suggested that the trio pass the time by playing a game the twins had invented called Hunter Destroyer. Zane agreed, and it turned out that Hunter Destroyer was a rather demented variation on hide and seek, one in which the hunter was blindfolded and sent to find the others, who were also blindfolded. Zane lost every time, being unfamiliar with the layout of the house and all. Still, it was fun, even if in a slightly oddly immature way, Zane reflected.

Evening came and the boys ordered a pizza. Actually, they waited until after nine to order so they were overly hungry and ordered several pizzas and stuffed themselves greedily in the main kitchen.

"Heb, I knod what woub beed cood," Cory chimed up, his face stuffed with an overly large bite off a tuscan-style chicken and sausage pizza.

"Yeah, what's that, pizza face?" Danny mischievously retorted.

Cory gulped a large swallow of soda so that he could speak without spraying bits of dough everywhere. "We should take Zane over to the MTC and sneak in tonight."

Danny beamed. "Yeah, hey, that's a cool idea. You ever been to the MTC, Zane?"

Zane had no idea what the MTC was and stated so. Cory jumped up on his knees, visibly excited by the whole concept. "Well, it should be a surprise then. But it's a little kinky, you know, so you'd have to be up for that."

Zane's ears perked at the use of the word 'kinky'. Hanging out with the twins all afternoon had sort of been like being twelve again - all video games and hide-n- seek and pizza. But not in a bad way - the twins were hilarious fun, and somehow you just had to be very kiddish when with them. It sort of made Zane forget about sex, but only sort of. It wasn't the kind of thing that the teen ever forgot about all together.

"Yeah, hey, you know me," Zane replied, "I'm up for whatever."

"Sweet!" Cory exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and running towards the stairs, his socked feet slipping on the brown stone flooring as he raced along. Zane was about to ask Danny where his brother was going when the second twin took off in likewise fashion. The two ran on some sort of turbo fuel, that was for sure.

Following the boys upstairs and then up to their secret bedroom, Zane finally located them in a large walk-in closet in their room. Both boys were tossing clothes around and had pulled black slacks over their previously denim-clad frames. Noticing Zane, Danny picked up a disheveled pile of clothing and tossed the bundle to his friend. Zane caught the toss deftly.

"Here, these should fit ok. You can go put them on in the bathroom."

Zane was about to ask what the clothes were for when Cory picked up a plastic package and tossed it at Zane. He moved to catch the throw, but because his arms were already full the entire bundle fell to the floor. "You'll need these too. But you have to put these on first. And hurry - we might miss stuff if we don't get going, it's almost ten now!"

Zane opened his mouth to ask about the clothing, but the twins shooed him towards their bathroom. Shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head in amusement, Zane conceded to hurry and shut himself in the bathroom to change.

Upon closer inspection, the sealed plastic package Cory had given him were marked 'Garments, Size L' and the clothes consisted of a short sleeve white dress shirt, black slacks and a black blazer. "What the hell?" Zane wondered to himself.

"Hey guys, I'm not sure what these are..." Zane started to ask, sticking his head out the door and around the corner. The twins, who did most everything at a speed slightly faster than human, were in the final stages of dressing. They both wore the same black slack and jacket combo they'd handed Zane, and Danny was tying a black necktie around his collar.

The twins looked up at Zane with a look of slight disappointment. "Awww...c'mon Zane..."

"Yeah, c'mon...."

"Get dressed already."

"Yeah, get dressed, we're gonna be late."

Zane laughed at the two boys, who were clearly eager about something. "Ok, ok," he chuckled, "I'm going."

"And make sure to put on the garments! We can't get in otherwise," Danny chimed in.

Zane shrugged. The twins were fun. If they had something planned, he might as well play along. Inspecting the plastic package further, Zane noted that the 'garments' were actually a pair of men's underwear. Opening the package, he noted that they were actually a pair of men's underwear that resembled something from 1895. Well, something from 1895 with elastic in it.

The undershorts were long - impossibly long, and the oddly tailored undershirt was also a weird size, with longish sleeves and a collar that dipped down a little too far to look normal. Both were an off-white color that looked a little like overcooked oatmeal.

Zane considered asking the boys why they'd given him a package of special underwear when one of the twins pounded on the door. "T-minus two minutes to departure!" Danny yelled.

Zane once again shrugged, and hurried to disrobe and get dressed. Off came his printed graphic t-shirt, hoodie and designer jeans, not to mention the oh-so-sexy red jock. On went the weird garments, which were itchy and sewn weird and not unlike wearing a rolled up wool rug on your junk. The dress clothes did nothing to make the undies more comfortable, and once finished Zane looked at himself in a mirror. He looked like an extra in some low-budget FBI thriller flick.

Stepping outside the bathroom, the teen was sure that he would find his two friends laughing at his na‹vet‚, both dressed again in their normal teenager uniforms. Instead, they were still in their dressier clothes, which somehow suited them a little more.

Cory tossed Zane a pair of black loafers. "Here, bring these, we gotta jet."

Down the stairs and out the house the boys went, Zane tripping and stumbling over himself as he tried to keep up while putting on socks and shoes. The three piled into Zane's car, of course, the twins had no such transportation. Danny gave frantic directions, and Zane concentrated on getting where they needed to go.

Exiting the freeway and taking a few curves through what appeared to be a business park, the boys eventually directed Zane to a parking spot in a lot in front of a large cement structure. The structure and grounds were well lit, and Zane could see several boys dressed like they were in front of the building. Upon parking, the twins leapt out of the car and shuffled towards the building.

Zane exited and turned to follow, speaking as he went. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, ok, stop."

The twins stopped and turned to look at him quizzically, as if Zane were stupid for asking any questions at all.

In a slightly lower volume he continued. "Ok, so what's the deal? Where are we?"

"This is where the church trains missionaries," Cory stated matter-of-factly.

Danny continued, "Yeah, but they close the gates at eleven, so we have to get in before then."

Church? Missionaries? The boys had never mentioned being religious, but they'd never talked much about their lives outside school. And for missionaries, every one in sight looked young. Like teenager young. When Zane thought of missionaries he thought about older hippie dudes preaching and helping natives set up water systems.

"Um, ok," Zane replied, not sure what else to say.

"Here, wear this," Danny said, handing something to Zane. It was a black name tag that said 'Elder Drezzle' on it. The twins produced two similar items and pinned them to their shirts, so Zane followed suit.

"So, uh, why are we dressing like missionaries?" Zane asked.

The twins exchanged a knowing glance and laughed at the question. "Cause we can't get in otherwise."

The trio walked from the parking lot, around the main building and onto the grounds of what seemed like the campus to a private school. They came upon a guarded gate, where several dozen 'fellow' missionaries were streaming through. The 'guards', also missionaries, were mostly just standing around chatting, and Zane and the twins walked right through and into the MTC proper.

Once through the gate, the group found themselves in a courtyard ringed with squat, ugly concrete structures. The day's activities apparently concluded, groups of missionaries were walking to and fro, most of them heading towards one of these buildings.

"Elders," a gawky towhead said to Zane's group, tipping his head as he walked passed.

"Elder," the twins chimed in unison.

The brothers led Zane to a structure marked 'Dorm 14' and they entered via what the youth determined was a back door.

"Um, ok," Zane questioned, "So they train missionaries here, who all seem to be teenagers. But what are we doing here?"

"We're here for the show, and we barely made it," Danny answered, looking at his watch. It was almost eleven.

The atmosphere of the dorms was fairly frantic. Boys in various states of dress ran too and fro, many of them clad in the same itchy undershirt that Zane was now wearing below several layers of fabric. Jeez it was hot in here. Like most congregations of teenagers, it was also quite loud. Several boys were standing in the hallways playing guitars, and one missionary had some sort of weird flute or clarinet thing. Zane recognized the screechy tune he was belting out as Scottish.

Exactly at eleven a series of tones sounded over a loudspeaker system, and the environment in the dorm suddenly shifted. Quietly and orderly, the dozens of missionaries in the hallways stood up and made their way to their various rooms in an orderly fashion. As the area cleared out, Zane was aware of being suddenly more conspicuous.

"Here, this way," Danny said, leading them to a stairwell.

The boys waited in the empty area for a few moments before Cory explained that the gates to the MTC closed at eleven sharp. They had to get on grounds before that to avoid detection, but now that the bed alarm had sounded they needed to pass twenty minutes or so.

"And then?" Zane asked.

"Well," Danny answered, "we had a cousin who trained here last year. Every Friday night some of the guys in dorm 14 have a special club downstairs in this old bathroom. It used to be a locker room, but when the dorms were remodeled all the sinks and showers and stuff were taken out. It's locked up, but some guys got the keys, so they've been able to keep up some hijinks down there."

The twins loved the word 'hijinks' for some reason.

Zane smiled knowingly. Boys, and especially teenage boys, and especially teenage boys in groups, were prone to getting up to hijinks in locker rooms. Zane himself had had quite a few experiences after hours at the high school. He wondered exactly what mischief missionaries would cause. Pot-smoking? Circle jerking? Probably blow-jobs or a little ecstasy were too much to ask for. Heroin was also probably out, but Zane laughed at the mental image of a makeshift opium den occupied by a group of missionary drones.

Around eleven twenty, Danny announced that it was time to head down. The twins led Zane down two flights of stairs, which seemed odd since they'd started on the ground floor. Exiting the stairwell, they found the sub-sub-basement to be deserted, although not completely darkened. Unlike the floor above, which had a VERY lived in look, this floor was clearly not occupied. Junk lined the hallways in piles, a layer of dust visible even in the dimness.

At the end of a long hallway, the boys came upon a door marked 'Locker Room' in a dingy placard. Proclaiming this to be the place, Danny pushed the door open and the trio entered. Zane wasn't quite sure what to expect, but whatever that may have been he sure as hell didn't expect to enter the room to...singing?

Indeed, once the metal door clicked shut behind them, Zane was greeted by the unmistakable and slightly creepy sounds of guys singing a cappella.

Turning a corner past the tiled entryway, the boys could see into the locker room proper, and into the old shower area beyond that. The main lights were off, but both areas were illuminated by a series of fat candles. Cory led the group into the shower room, where they were acknowledged by several boys, who nodded at their arrival, but continued singing. There were about a dozen boys in the room, each sitting on the tiled floor cross-legged and each holding a green book. One of the boys, a pimply fat boy with jet-black hair, nodded at Zane and handed him three books.

Danny and Cory took two of the books and sat against the far wall of the room. Zane cautiously followed, whispering to Danny once he was seated. "What the heck is this?"

Danny leaned over and whispered back, "They do this totally awesome prayer hour. You'll love it."

Zane did not, in fact, love it, and it was more like a prayer hour and a half. First there were several songs - all weepy hymns that reverberated off the tiled walls in eerie harmonies. Cory explained in hushed whispers to Zane that the acoustics in the room were what started the prayer circle.

After the singing, there were several testimonials. "I come to bear my witness of the blessings Heavenly Father has brought to my life..." a ginger youth droned on. He went on to speak about the birth of his two younger sisters, and how they would someday be married. There didn't seem to be much in the way of plot to his story, nor did it seem like anything very challenging ever happened to the family, but the boy began weeping at the end of his speech nonetheless.

And so the evening continued. Several missionaries shared boring stories, and several cried. It creeped Zane out a little, to be honest. Eventually, one of the missionaries gave a short bible lesson, and it was about this time that Zane realized that he'd been tricked into attending church. Barf.

Eventually things wrapped up with a men's choir offering a rendition of Amazing Grace. The twins elbowed Zane in eager anticipation at this, and although the song was pretty enough, it was still being sung by a quartet of village of the damned groupies in an abandoned shower in the middle of the night.

It was nearly one am when the trio left the MTC. Danny produced a trio of badges the were labeled 'volunteer', explaining that they would allow them off the grounds if anyone asked. No one did, and as they climbed back into the car and headed off, the twins yammered at how awesome the evening had been.

"Wow, Elder McArdle has some pipes!" Cory observed.

"No kidding, that guy can flipping sing." Danny agreed. "So what'd you think?"

A moment of silence passed before Zane realized that the question had been posed to him. "Oh, uh, not sure. That was....um...unexpected, I guess?"

The twins laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. We thought it might be more fun for you if it were a surprise. Missionary stuff can be a little weird."

"Uh..ok," Zane replied, not sure what else to say. His friends had blended right in at the weird prayer meeting, singing along and nodding and bowing at exactly the right moments. It occurred to Zane that he'd never wondered if the boys were religious, and he guessed this answered that question.

And though he tried not to, on the drive home the boy pondered that this changed how he saw the brothers. Before they'd been fun-loving, hyper, and...well, secular. Now their quirkiness seemed to have an odd religious tint to it, and Zane wasn't sure how to handle that. To figure that out, he thought he'd ask some questions about their religion.

Danny and Cory took turns explaining the basics of their faith, and overall their explanations did little to reassure Zane. Particularly the parts about the weird underwear, which from what he understood from the twins' explanation had mystical properties and were worn by all members for their whole lives. Weird. Sure Zane was a tolerant guy, but what he had witnessed tonight seemed a little...odd. "Well," Zane thought to himself, "to each his own." It was a mantra that had worked for the youth before.

Zane drove the twins home by way of a local burger restaurant, which Cory insisted they stop at. Five greasy burgers later, the trio returned to the house, which seemed somehow foreboding in the dark.

"We made up the guest bedroom for you," Danny stated once two am had rolled around. The twins didn't seem all that tired, but the boring and weird prayer meeting had exhausted Zane. Cory was still eating, having moved on to cold pizza from his bag of cold fries.

Zane was led to a comfortable looking room on the second floor. He was a little disappointed that he hadn't been invited to camp out in the twin's cooler room, but given the long day he didn't mind. He didn't even think to ask where his regular clothes were until after the twins had scuttled off to bed, and as such just removed the outer layers of his 'disguise'. Normally he slept naked, but that felt slightly odd in a guest bed.

The teenager fell into weird dreams - at first there were lanky youths singing weird hymns, but those soon became angry eyes looking staring at the sexual teen in judgment. Cory had explained in detail their religion's prudish outlook on sex.

Zane drifted in and out of sleep, and eventually came to realize that someone was in the room with him. If this has ever happened to you, we need not explain how disquieting it can be. Zane jumped about three feet in the air, landing on his knees, adrenaline suddenly pumping in his veins.

"Jeez, jumpy much?" a voice asked from the edge of the bed. The room was almost completely dark, but as Zane's eyes adjusted he could make out the silhouettes of two figures at the foot of the bed, presumably the twins.

"Wha...huh...wha?" Zane mumbled, his heart pumping in his chest.

"Sorry dude," chimed Cory's sympathetic voice, "we didn't mean to scare you."

"Yeah, sorry," Danny agreed.

"S'ok," Zane mumbled, somewhere between half asleep and half on-edge.

"We got the house ready and we wondered if you wanted to play," Danny stated, presumably explaining why the twins had invaded the sleeping teen's room.

Cory explained further. "Yeah, I mean not if you don't want to, but sometimes when our parents are gone we like to play naked Hunter Destroyer. It's totally awesome."

The word 'naked', as it often did, grabbed Zane's attention. His eyes adjusting to the dim light, he could now see that the twins were perched at the end of his bed, both boys sitting up on their knees, and both boys nude except for a small pair of undies that definitely were not the religious garments they'd worn earlier.

The twins were, even in the dim light, quite good looking. Boyish and cute, they exuded that all-American charm you find amongst some teens. Zane had instantly been attracted to their kind puppy-dog eyes and easy smiles, which they seemed to display with infinite warmth and ease. Although they all played sports, he'd never really seen the twins naked, and although the light in the room was very dim, Zane could make out the defined torsos and lean frames that benefitted most active youths. Even if they were religious nuts, if they wanted to do something naked Zane wasn't going to argue.

"It's no big deal if you don't want to," Danny added further, his voice a little more nervous than usual. "We've never invited anyone else to play, it's usually just something Cory and I do, but we thought you might like to?" The end of the sentence was questioning, not in the sense that Danny was asking Zane something, but more in the sense that the teen seemed to be questioning whether asking at all was a good idea.

Zane, still very groggy, glanced over at the clock to see that it read 2:47. He answered without really thinking about it. "Yeah, I mean sure, whatever."

"Awesome!" both boys exclaimed.

As Zane came off his adrenaline high, the twins explained the rules. As one might expect, naked Hunter Destroyer was much like regular Hunter Destroyer, the main difference being that you played totally nude, and rather than being blindfolded, the boys had closed every curtain and turned off every light source so that the house was pitch black. You would roam around the house, earning points by tagging any other opponent. There would then be a three second delay where the tagger and the tagged would be able to run off to hide again. Once assured that Zane understood the rules, Danny unplugged the clock by Zane's bedside, proclaiming their preparations complete.

With a shriek and a youthful giggle, both boys jumped up out of the guest bed and Zane could hear some rustling. A second later he was hit in the face by two pairs of skimpy, warm briefs, which until a moment ago had clad the boys.

"Remember, if you're going to play, you have to do it totally naked, so get rid of those stupid garments," one of the twins laughed, their voice trailing off into the night as they headed to some hiding spot or other.

"Well," Zane muttered to himself, "I did say that I wanted to play with those two naked."

The teen climbed out of the guest bed and shook off sleep a little more deeply. He supposed the twins were waiting for him to begin, so he didn't waste much time before pulling his shirt over his head, glad to be rid of the awful thing. He'd never been hesitant to get naked before, but in this situation he was a little reluctant. This wasn't exactly like any instance of being naked he'd experienced before. Zane considered that he might have tried playing in his jock, which was still pretty naked, before realizing that his own personal undies were somewhere upstairs. So it was that he braved a bare bottom and stripped before leaving the guest room.

Walking into the hallway was one of the weirder experiences of the youth's life. He felt very, well, weird. He was naked. Nude. Declothed. Sans underoos. The cooler breeze of the hallway lapping lazily at his denuded butt and his junk swaying gently with each footstep. Zane walked around his own house naked, especially when alone, but nudity out in the open in the twin's mansion-like home felt really weird, like walking around nudie at a museum or something.

A hushed whisper sounded from down the hall. "He's playing, and he's really naked!" one of the twins exclaimed. It was hard to tell which.

"Shut up doofus - he'll hear you!" the other chided. This was followed by padded footsteps that sounded like they were headed for the living room.

Zane proceeded cautiously - very cautiously. Not only were the twins true to their word - the house was COMPLETELY pitch black, but there was also something surreal and disconcerting about the game. Part of Zane expected the lights to flip on at any moment, a crowd of people present to snap pictures and laugh at the naked youth. And part of him found being naked in the dark a little scary. But it was also a little empowering, and a little thrilling.

And it was made considerably more thrilling when Zane stepping into the open (but completely dark) space that was the primary living room.

"TAG!" a delighted voice exclaimed, reaching out and making contact with Zane to score the first point of the game. But where tapping an opponent on the back, chest or shoulder had scored the points earlier in the day, in this instance a gleeful twin scored by reaching out and firmly tugging, well, something that hadn't been used to score points earlier in the day.

"What the?!" Zane involuntarily exclaimed as a warm hand wrapped itself around his dick and gave it a firm tug. His surprise was met by a boisterous giggle and the sound of hastily retreating feet.

"One point! Three seconds!" one of the twins stated loudly, laughing.

Zane arched his eyebrows - the twins were unpredictable, he'd give them that. Determined to play the game without looking like a complete idiot, he headed in the direction the voice had come from, but the going was slow. Each step was made with the agonizing feeling that he was about to smash face-first into a brick wall or a sofa or something. Zane was pretty sure he was in the middle of the living room when there was suddenly cold stone beneath his feet. Disorientation washed over the teen as he realized he was in the kitchen - twice as far as he'd thought he'd walked - and in the opposite direction!

He tried to get his bearings, but as he paused he was greeted by another tug on his manhood, this time the hand grabbing it from the side and pulling it upwards so that it slapped against the youth's lower abs.

"TAG!" a gleeful voice chuckled, "One point for me, three seconds!" Zane could hear the sounds of naked feet shuffling on the tile, but it was hard to hear from which direction. He considered running after the noise, but in the complete dark that didn't seem like such a good idea.

Needless to say, the naughty twist on the game was having an effect on the youth, and as Zane made his way across the kitchen his dick began to engorge a little, dropping lower in the cool night air. Zane tried to will it down and concentrate on the game, with a little success actually.

Zane made his way through the large house, carefully listening for any sign of life. He decided to concentrate on the smaller rooms, figuring that those left the twins less space to out maneuver him and would be easier to search. This turned out to be only partially true.

Zane ultimately found himself in one of the guest bedrooms - but not the one he'd been sleeping in. It was a square, carpeted room with little furniture, so the youth felt along the walls and listened for the sounds of anyone else who might be in the room. The door behind him, Zane was suddenly sure he heard a noise and spun around, reaching out to find only empty air. He listened carefully and heard nothing. Either someone had passed in the hallway or he'd imagined the noise entirely.

Turning to give the room one last listen before moving on, Zane was shocked to suddenly realize that one of the twins was standing mere inches from him. As a warm hand once again grabbed onto his cock, this time giving it three firm strokes before letting go, the older boy nearly jumped out of his skin. Dang, these guys were good.

Although he hadn't heard retreating footfalls at all, a voice sounded that was clearly at least ten feet away. "Two points, three seconds!"

And so the game proceeded. Zane searched the house vigilantly, but was no match for the two nude ninjas who kept appearing out of thin air to fondle their friend and score yet more points.

Around the time the score was eight to six to zero, Zane trapped one of the twins in a corner. Sure he was about to score his first point (and he was determined to get a good fondle out of this), he slowly reached out for the trapped twin. Right before making contact, a hand reached from behind and between his legs to give his ball sack a firm, but mercifully gentle, tug. It was unexpected, and as Zane involuntarily spun on his heels, he could hear both boys giggling and retreating.

By eleven to seven to zero Zane had gone completely and permanently hard. It couldn't be helped. The naughtiness of the game, the groping, being nude in a large open space. It was all exciting and weird and new, and although he stayed very slightly flaccid (emphasis on very), Zane's dick fluctuated between 70% and 95% hard. As Danny scored his eight point, this was commented on.

"Looks like someone is enjoying Hunter Destroyer!" the twin giggled.

"Yeah," Zane retorted, "Why don't you come over here and I'll show you just how much!"

It was a somewhat weak reply, but enough to send the naked twin padding off in laughter.

Around fifteen to twelve to zero, Zane realized that it wasn't so much that he was being trapped - the whole game was a trap. The twins, intimately familiar with the lay of the land and, as Zane was later told, capable of seeing in the dark far better than most, were decimating Zane by cornering him over and over. He was never going to catch up in score, but the youth became increasingly determined not to give them a shut out.

He realized that in order to score even one point he needed to set a trap for the wily twins, and suddenly he had an idea. Slowly, and losing two more points along the way, Zane headed to the library. The room was moderately open, so there weren't too many hiding places. However, the youth remembered a leather sofa near the secret entrance to the twins' bedroom, and it was here he laid his trap. Crouching behind the sofa, he waited in silence, sure that the twins would eventually follow, thinking he'd gone upstairs.

This turned out to be partially the case. After a few minutes the teen heard the tell-tale click-whir of the secret passageway opening, which was followed by the very slight sounds of feet padding on carpet. These were added to by a second set, and then a hushed whisper.

"Dude, did he just go up there?" One of the twins asked the other.

"Nah," came the response, "I just went to the bathroom and no one came up. Did he come in here or go downstairs?"

"I don't know. I though he was heading for our bedroom."

The twins had come to stand a mere foot or so in front of the very sofa that Zane was hiding behind, and the teen decided that if he was ever going to make a move this was the time.

The room was almost completely dark, but the skylight was letting in enough of the starlight so that Zane could make out the twins' silhouettes against the books. In one sudden lunge, the boy leapt up and over the rear of the couch towards the two brothers. His aim was spot on, and he was able to reach an arm around each boy's shoulders, pulling them into his body. The twins tensed and jumped, clearly startled, trying to break free, but they were caught completely unaware. They were also at a disadvantage physically. They both worked out and had great bodies, but Zane was a year older and had about twenty pounds on either of them. Pressing backwards, he was easily able to cause both boys to lose their balance and collapse to either side of him on the sofa. Wasting no time at all, Zane released the twins' shoulders and reached into their laps, grapping onto two members.

"TAG!" Zane exclaimed, triumphal. "Point and point," he stated, giving both penises a good yank, somewhat rougher than he meant to. One of the boys squealed, but more from surprise than pain.

The twins were silent for a second, their hearts pounding in their chests. Their friend had hunted them well, and they were not accustomed to being caught so very off guard.

"Dude," Cory was the first to speak, "That was AWESOME. You totally got us!" And that was enough to turn the surge of adrenaline in both boys into a fit of raucous giggles.

Zane considered his position, two sexy teens on either side of him, both naked and both of their dicks being held in his respective hands. Zane was not inexperienced, and therefore knew he shouldn't let go of the boys' assets if he wanted anything to come from this. Instead, he very gently and innocently rubbed them slightly between his fingertips, feeling the weight of the two penises. The twins giggled a bit longer, but giggling became slight gasps as Zane felt their cocks fill out in his palms.

The twins rested their hands on Zane's stomach, their fingertips feeling the ridges of his defined muscles there. He was suddenly harder than hard, and it was weird to him. The earlier romping, then the prayer meeting, then the weird naked hide and seek. Sexual play was usually a straightforward thing for the teen, and he usually saw it coming. This night had been a bizarre mix of hopeful, then hopeless, then wtf, then yay, then wtf again. To be honest, he wasn't even remotely sure what was going on.

"Is this how naked Hunter Destroyer usually ends?" he asked, daring to break the silence.

Cory giggled and slipped his fingers lower, lightly brushing the tip of Zane's penis. It spasmed and a small stream of precum leaked out. "This is how naked Hunter Destroyer ALWAYS ends."

The twins' bodies were responding to Zane's light touches, and the teenager was rewarded with two very hard and very equally sized and shaped dicks in either hand. They were six, maybe six and a half, he guessed, and thick, both pointing straight out. Once engorged, the brothers shifted weight to give Zane better access.

He continued stroking his friends, very lightly, trying to make it arousing but not aggressively sexual. He was afraid to move his hands off the cocks, somehow sure this would result in a nervous giggle and the twins bounding off to bed. He'd worked hard to trap them, and he wasn't going to let go (literally).

Still, Zane was curious, and had to ask. "I don't get it. Isn't this...you know...against your religion?"

Zane was quite accomplished at working with cocks, and ran his thumb over the bell end of both boys, causing them to simultaneously gasp and squirm.

"Ah! Ergh," Danny replied, answering despite his tenuous situation, "We...AH!...don't actually belong to the church...ERF!"

This impacted Zane immediately. He let go of the two dicks and sat up straight. "What?"

Cory continued, somewhat sheepishly, "Yeah, um, we don't actually belong. They're kind of, you know, weird?"

"Wait, what do you mean?" Zane asked, wishing further clarification.

Danny sighed. "Our mom used to be a member, and that side of the family still is. That's how we learned to sneak into the MTC - from our cousin. It's kind of fun and all, but those guys are a little weird. And did you know they don't believe in sex or alcohol?"

This was still a little (or a lot) confusing for Zane. "Then what the hell was the deal with the prayer meeting. You know that was totally psycho, right?"

"Oh yeah, totally," Cory agreed. He snorted, "They're totally insane. You know they put mayonnaise on fries? Nasty."

Zane wasn't sure that putting mayo on fries was weirder than singing lame hymns in the bathroom at midnight, but as long as they were all in agreement that the missionaries had been a little nutso.

Zane collapsed back in his seat. The twins were unpredictable, he had to give them that. And in a world where everyone seemed boring and the same, it made them seem all the better friends.

"You guys are nuts," he concluded.

Both boys shrugged in the dark. "Maybe," they chimed in unison.

Zane had let go of the twins' assets. Now he was greeted by two hands lightly grasping his own hands and pulling them into the twins' respective laps, simultaneously resting the older boy's fingers on their turgid cocks once again.

"So, uh, we were wondering," Cory began shyly.

Danny finished, "If you wanted to maybe, um, you know, fuck around a little. I mean, only if you want to."

Zane was always, always, always in the mood to fuck around a little, and he always, always, always wanted to, particularly when the adventure to be had was as exciting and unique as a night with the twins. He felt he was signaling this more than appropriately by going back to work on the twin cocks, which, like their owners, seemed perky, larger than life, and ready for fun.

Still, the whole evening felt a little weird, and Zane had to ask the boys about it.

The twins explained, in the tandem speaking method that was common amongst twins, that they'd always fooled around with each other. Although the room was still completely dark, Zane swore that he could feel both boys blush as they spoke about their early days of sexual self-discovery, first long nights filled with innocent hugging, and then tiny erections at age eight. Twins are close - ultimately close - so it didn't seem odd to Zane that the two boys would develop along the same path, showing and telling one another as hair appeared, muscles came in, and erections became orgasmable.

"We always talked about inviting someone else to play with us," Danny came to explain, "It's really fun with each other, but you know, it's kind of like..."

The boy trailed off, searching for words. Cory picked up the thought, "It's sort of like plain masturbation with Danny. I mean, we do a lot of stuff (nervous giggle), but when we're together it's still like we're kinda the same person?"

Cory's tone implied that he wasn't sure if he was articulating his point all that well. Still, Zane thought he understood and said so.

Danny replied, "And then when we moved here, and then met you. I mean, we figured you were into us the way you acted around us..."

"Yeah," Cory interjected.

"I mean, it's ok if you're not..."

"Yeah, if you're not..."

"But we know how you're up for most anything."

It was true. Zane did not keep his sex life very secret, and while he respected his partners by not talking of them by name around school, he was quite honest in his interest in having a good time with most anyone who was willing.

"So when we invited you over for the weekend we thought we might ask you to...you know...fool around."

Danny gave a nervous cough. "But it was supposed to be cooler and sexier than this."

Zane arched an eyebrow. He was naked, sitting on a leather sofa with two very hot and very aroused boys to either side, his hands still gently playing with their erect cocks, which were in and of themselves very hot and very aroused. He wasn't sure how much cooler or sexier things could be, and he bluntly told the twins so. He also told them that he was more than willing to do any fooling around they wanted to.

The boys giggled, expressing relief that their night of odd antics hadn't alienated Zane. Still, he had to ask. "And the whole missionary thing? That was supposed to get me into bed?"

"Nah," Cory answered, "We just wondered if we could get you to wear garments and sing hymns."

It figured.

In retribution for the whole church-bathroom-singing thing, Zane took his hands off the boys' cocks and gave them each a forceful slap to the tummy.

"Ow! Jerkmo!" The boys laughed and exclaimed, clearly not that hurt. But it was enough to cause them to get up off the couch. In an instant the two brothers propelled themselves up the staircase to their room. At first Zane was scared he'd lost their interest, but they called down to the teen. "C'mon Zane, up here!"

Zane climbed the stairs and entered the secret bedroom to find that the twins had flipped on some of the lights so that the space was dimly lit. The two boys were hopping around the room, moving stuff around in their typical slightly hyperactive fashion.

Some guys were goofy looking naked, some looked weird, and some looked gross. None of these applied to the brothers, Zane considered, as he got a better look at their naked bodies. Both boys were still erect, but they were the three- quarter boners one gets when in-between sexual situations, so that as the boys moved around (they were currently pushing their queen beds towards one another in order to form a single, huge bed) their dicks wagged to and fro seductively. Thin and tan and toned and full of laughter and energy, the boys were beautiful naked, and Zane's own body pulsed with excitement at what lay in store.

Once the beds were side-by-side, the twins covered them with an ultra-large blanket that they produced from somewhere unknown. Danny had scrounged around in the closet for a moment before reappearing with a largish wood box of an Asian design, which he placed at the head of the bed. Zane chuckled at the way the twins moved - not because they were naked, but because they did everything so perfectly in concert with so few spoken words between them.

Once satisfied, the two boys launched themselves onto the foot of the bed in what could only be described as moderately ungraceful, not that Zane minded. The brothers both sat up on their knees, facing Zane and smiling. They smiled at him often, but this one was new, both boys completely nude and erect, sitting in anticipation like two very horny garden statues, their cocks sticking proudly straight out.

Zane didn't need a second invitation and flashed a lustful and fun-loving smile back at the boys, leaping towards them and onto the bed in a slightly more agile motion.

And so it was that Zane finally found himself naked in bed with two other guys. It was something he'd thought about often, and clearly the twins had considered having the older boy in their bed. So it seemed a little odd that a tangible awkwardness settled on the room, none of the three sure exactly how to proceed. Zane was on his way to becoming one of the more accomplished lovers of his time, and while not quite there knew not to allow an awkward silence to linger.

"So," he began, "What are you guys in to? I mean, like, what do you want to do?"

"Um..."

"Er..."

The twins, who were usually very quick to express their opinion, seemed to experience an uncharacteristic moment of shyness. It wasn't their fault, really, it's the way of teenagers to feel a constant reluctance to be open, even when sitting in a circle all boned up with friends.

"I'm up for anything," Zane expressed in his most reassuring voice, "So any ideas?"

"Um..."

"Er..."

And Zane realized something. The entire evening the twins had been in charge - from the video games to the missionary thing to naked Hunter Destroyer. But now they were in the bedroom, Zane's area of expertise. The twins were novices, perhaps used to lustful pursuits, but only with one another. It was time for the older boy to take the reigns, and he was more than willing to.

"Okaaaaaaay...you guys thought about this, and planned it, so there was probably a fantasy involved. You tell me what that was, and we'll make it happen."

Cory blushed and looked coyly at the ceiling. Danny did the same, looking down at the bed. Neither said anything, but both gave nervous little giggles. It was either the giggling or the fact that he was now in charge, but either way Zane was suddenly very aroused.

The older teen chuckled and crawled towards the nervous youths. "Ok, let's see if this helps you remember."

Once within a foot of the brothers, Zane could feel the heat emanating off their lithe frames. Cory was the slightly more serious boy of the two, so Zane decided to loosen him up first. In a slow and tantalizing motion, the older boy dipped down towards Cory's lap, slowly taking the rigid and eager cock between his lips.

"Oh..jeez!" the twin exclaimed, bucking a little at the sudden sensations that flushed through his body.

Zane rolled the bell end around his tongue a little in a well-practiced motion. He didn't want this to turn into a full blow job, but he did want to get the twin uber- excited. The boy gasped and moaned gently, so apparently it was working.

Slowly, Zane pulled away, Cory's cock glistening with his spit in the dim light of the room. He sat up straighter so that the boys were eye-to-eye, Cory's expression filled with lust and pleasure. Very gently, Zane placed his hand on the back of the other boy's head, feeling the downy softness of the teen's dark brown hair. He pulled Cory gently towards him until their lips met. Once he realized that he was being kissed, Cory's lips parted slightly, and with a low moan he extended his tongue to meet Zane's. Zane was nothing if not a good kisser, and allowed the embrace to be long, lustful and passionate. Cory's body responded, melting slightly in all places but one, that one throbbing and thrusting a little into the open air.

Once the kiss ended, Zane turned to Danny, who was eyeing the two boys lustfully while gently stroking his very-erect manhood. Zane crawled over to the second boy and repeated his performance, first gently licking Danny's turgid shaft and sucking the tip, then moving up to kiss the boy fully and passionately. Once the second kiss was complete he moved around to nibble on Danny's ears, soft sighs and moans emanating from the teenager.

"There, now do you remember what you fantasized about me?" Zane asked in a barely audible whisper, fingering Danny's cock while he did so.

Without really thinking, deep in the throes of lust, Danny cooed back, "Cory wanted you to fuck him while I fucked you."

Zane pulled back, looking Danny directly in the eyes, a mischievous smirk besetting his face. The request was a little more...hmmm..advanced than Zane might have expected. Danny's brown eyes widened, as if to express that they could not believe he had revealed this particular secret, a dirty truth that really was only to ever be uttered in hushed whispers between the twins themselves. Or perhaps there was a little fear that a line had been crossed.

But a line had not been crossed. Or rather, if one had, it was a very good line to cross. "Awesome," Zane replied, smiling widely before gently pulling Danny's lips to his own and embracing the boy in a lengthy second kiss.

Once he was finished kissing Danny, and he took his time, he crawled back over to Cory, who was lying on the blanket and smiling coyly at his brother and his friend, his erection pointing proudly straight up. Zane moved into a position on top of the youth, starting at the toes and slowly climbing upwards, allowing his chest to graze the teen's legs as he moved. As Zane's face came parallel with Cory's, the boy's erections met in the middle, first touching ever so slightly and then pressing into one another with considerable force. Cory cooed and moaned a little, thrusting his hips upward at the contact. Zane reciprocated, stabbing his own boner at the young body in order to create a subtle but pleasurable feeling for both of the boys. Danny smiled and moved to the trunk at the head of the bed, rustling around inside for something.

Zane was an accomplished lover, and a very giving one. He enjoyed ministering pleasure to his partners, whomever they may be, and would do so for hours on end, either offering them orgasm after orgasm until they were completely sated or torturing them by bringing them to the edge again and again, whichever they preferred. Making the other person feel good - no great - was a big part of sex for Zane, and it's one of the reasons there was always a line, at least metaphorically, at his bedroom door.

He quickly learned that sex with the twins, although awesome, had its challenges. It was a little disconcerting to be in bed with two identical boys, Zane's focus now split between two partners. The older teen was considering how he should manage his time between the twins when he felt Danny's warm body slink up behind him. Two hands reached around his sides and found the two turgid dicks that were currently sparring between the boys. Zane's body was greeted with a sensation of slick wetness and then stabs of intense pleasure, and he immediately realized that Danny had taken the opportunity to slather a copious amount of lube on them.

"Ah!" Zane and Cory gasped in unison.

Danny, for his part, was no novice to the sexual arts. After the initial stroke, which got quite a lot of lube on both shafts, he reduced his touch to light strokes, gently spreading the silicone gel over both boys' cocks. His fingers delicately worked the substance onto the shafts before moving to coat Zane's balls and tip.

The pleasure was immense and immediate, and drove both Zane and Cory deep into lust. They kissed one another as the other boy worked their cocks, the kiss becoming deeper and more frantic the more pleasure they felt. Cory moaned into Zane's mouth and Zane reciprocated, the little grunts of pleasure becoming immensely more erotic for being connected this way. Danny gripped Zane's bell- end between two fingers tighter and gave it a firm, well-lubed stroke. The sensation was unbearably intense.

"Ah, aha, ha, ha," Zane chortled, rising almost involuntarily from his kiss. He turned to find the other boy smiling devilishly, a bottle in one hand.

Zane swiped the bottle and squirted an abundant amount in his palm before grabbing Danny's cock, returning the favor and lubing the boy up.

"Oh..oh..OH!" the twin groaned as Zane demonstrated his own skills.

"Feel good?" he asked huskily, moving his hand to take his friend's entire ballsac in his palm, the firm young scrotum becoming immediately slippery with lube.

"Yeah, man, awe...some," Danny replied, his voice cracking cutely at the end as Zane returned the earlier favor and stroked the tip.

Danny reached out and grabbed Zane, the two boys now stroking one another's well-lubricated shafts. Zane vastly appreciated playing with the twin's cock. It suited the boy well - not too small and not too large, straight and thick and hard with a rosy pink bell at the end. It looked...well, it looked fun-loving and youthful somehow, the perfect accessory for the boy.

For his part, Danny also appreciated Zane's boner, and also considered that it suited his friend's personality. Zane was a little larger than the twins, both longer and thicker, and his balls were a little bigger. But there was something about the shape - the way the shaft pointed towards the older teen's navel but flopped very slightly to the side at the end - that made it a cock that really suited the boy. It seemed somehow ready for business, but at the same time slightly laid-back and lackadaisical. If it were totally straight it might be intimidating, but the very slight curve at the end made the package all the more inviting.

And it was an invitation both twins were eager to accept, first Danny stroking Zane for a bit and then Cory. The two brothers had played with one another for years, and while that never got old, the presence of a new boy in the bed, the promise of a new adventure, had them both uber-excited.

"Okay, my turn," Danny would say greedily after Cory had a bit of go at Zane's tool.

Barely two minutes would pass before Cory traded off. "Ok, you had enough, my turn," he'd say, pulling Zane in his direction and taking the older boy's cock in his hands, loving the feel and weight of the engorged member. Zane noted that Cory was a little more playful with his dick, where Danny seemed more interested in causing the most pleasure.

It was on Danny's turn that the twins discovered an unspoken solution to the sharing problem. Zane and Danny were stroking one another, still marveling at the feel of a new cock in one another's hands, when Zane felt Cory move up behind him. Suddenly the older teen felt a pair of wetted fingers between his legs as Cory moved in to finger Zane's ass. The twin didn't penetrate his friend, but very gently began circling the tips of his fingers around this most sensitive of areas.

Zane loved having his ass played with, but he'd learned long ago that some guys were reluctant to do so because they were never sure how their partner would respond. There must be some guys out there who respond very poorly to being touched there, Zane thought, but it certainly wasn't him. So he'd learned that when a friend tried this, it was best to express very explicitly how much he liked it so that there wasn't any misunderstanding.

"Oh my god, Cory, that feels so...erg...good."

"You like that?" Cory asked huskily, pride seething in his voice that he was doing something that his friend enjoyed.

"Oh my god, yes," Zane responded.

"He's really good at that, isn't he?" Danny added, stroking Zane's dick a little harder.

Zane was only able to bite his lip and nod the affirmative. Cory grew a little bolder and slipped a finger in deeper, penetrating the ring of muscle and placing a quite pleasurable pressure down there. Zane was not one to prematurely ejaculate, even as a teenager, but this was going to test his limits - two sexy boys ministering to him simultaneously, working in tandem on his two most erogenous zones.

The stimulation worked Zane into a bit of a fury, and he was quickly approaching a point where he would almost be totally overcome by animal lust. Cory had managed to get two fingers into a VERY good position, but Zane was immediately overtaken by the immense desire to give pleasure more than receive it. Gingerly, and waiting a few seconds more to allow the twins to work on him just a little longer, Zane swung around and faced Cory, eying the youth evilly.

"Turn around," he said simply, placing his hands gently at the twin's side and maneuvering him into the doggy position. Cory's eyes gleamed as he graciously and eagerly moved into position.

Zane grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed a copious amount into his hand, recalling exactly what activities the twin's fantasy called for. Moving up to Cory, he fingered the boy's puckered hole, lightly at first with his un-lubed hand, and then with a gel-slickened finger. It was warm and inviting, and from the moans that began emanating from the bent-over youth, quite pleasurable to the touch.

Zane, very slowly, inserted one finger, and then two. Cory relaxed expertly, applying just the right amount of counter-pressure to maximize pleasure. Someone has been practicing, Zane thought to himself. Danny moved into position behind Zane, and although the older boy couldn't see the other brother, he could feel the heat of the boy's body against his back. A pair of hands began massaging Zane's shoulders, which although less intensely erotic, felt really good.

Zane had finger-fucked Cory for a couple of minutes when the twin gasped up at him. "Zane, I...erg...oh my god, that feels so good..I want you inside....ahh..."

"You sure?" Zane asked back. He was a considerate lover, and always made sure his partners wanted to take things further.

"AH!" Danny gasped sharply, "OH MY GOD, yes, I want you to freaking fuck me!"

Zane chuckled. "I'll definitely take that as a yes."

Danny chuckled behind Zane, appreciative of his brother's needs.

Zane was lubed, Cory was lubed, Cory was relaxed, and Zane was harder than he ever remembered being. This was definitely the time to take the evening to the next level. Very slowly, Zane pressed his dick between the boy's legs, gasping sharply when his head finally found it's destination and penetrated flesh. Cory also gasped sharply.

"S'ok? Tell me if I need to go slower," Zane said.

"No...ergh...it's freaking awesome," Cory replied, pressing a little harder against his friend.

And so Zane pressed onward until he'd fully penetrated the twin, which wasn't that hard to accomplish. Someone had definitely been doing a lot of practicing (both with his brother and with a toy that was somewhat larger than either Zane or Danny, Zane would later find out).

Zane began fucking Cory in earnest, taking his time and enjoying the gasps of pleasure that the youth made on each insertion. Behind Zane, Danny decided to become a more active participant, placing a lubed finger in Zane's ass, stoking the older boy's chest with his other hand. Occasionally he would take his own cock in his hand and rub it on Zane's ass and leg, or at least that felt like what he was doing.

Zane was good at sex - very good - but he was human, after all, and a teenager to boot. He knew that the twins' fantasy was to accomplish a double fuck (and this was quickly becoming his favorite fantasy too), but if that were going to be remotely possible he needed to move things along - he wasn't sure how long he could spend enveloped by the sexy Cory before cumming.

"Danny...pant...pant...pant...now's the time, man...AH!...oh my god...you can stick it...ERGH!...in now..." he panted and gasped.

Those who have tried it, the ever-elusive 'three boy sandwich' position, will know that this is not the easiest sexual position to get into, but god bless them, Zane and the twins muddled through. Zane slowed his fucking and lowered his hips to allow Danny better access, and it worked well. The twin slowly inserted himself into his friend, who was immediately appreciative of the sensation of fullness in his lower body. Danny was well-lubed, and immediately went to work fucking Zane's more-than-willing hole.

Zane tried resuming his thrusting into Cory, with mixed results. Some thrusts were perfectly timed with Danny, causing a wonderful and new and extra-exciting sensation. Others were not timed so well, causing either Zane to slip out of Cory or Danny to slip out of Zane. Cory took opportunity of one such exodus to flip over and raise his legs to maneuver into one of his more preferred positions, placing a large pillow under his lower back to give him a better angle.

Now facing one another, Zane grinned down at the twin; the younger boy smiled back at his friend sweetly. There was something about the look - something that transcended intimacy or eroticism. There was something caring and earnest in the boy's smile, the boy who was now opening his body up in order to give his friend pleasure. Cory was naked and youthful and beautiful and wonderful, and Zane was beset by a surge of emotions towards the boy. It was sexy as hell, to be honest.

Zane penetrated Cory anew and began his thrusting. Danny did the same to Zane, and this position turned out to be slightly better for all three boys, who began grunting with each thrust.

And this was what Zane had always imagined that a threesome should be, but this was a very special threesome. Cory underneath, Danny behind, Zane was fucking and being fucked at the same time, and since it was with twins it was almost as if the act were being performed by one boy. It was intense.

The new position put Zane's cock head in better proximity to Cory's prostate, and the boy was beset by exponentially more pleasure at each thrust.

"Ugh," he grunted, "Oh, oh, oh god, oh my god, you are so fucking hot. Ah...ah...ah...so freaking hot, man."

Zane smiled back knowingly, appreciative that his efforts were paying off. For his part, Danny was also doing a great job, although funnily enough this came from working at it a little less. The other twin discovered that if he allowed Zane to do more of the work and remained a little more motionless, his friend's thrusting was more than sufficient to plow the older boy's dick in and out of Cory while maneuvering Danny's in and out of Zane's super-heated hole.

Zane concentrated on the task at hand, grunting and moaning lightly occasionally. The twins were considerably noisier.

"Oh my god, yeah, you're freaking hot Zane, so freaking hot," Danny gasped, feeling Zane's strong chest and taut abs.

"He's...oh fuck...you have no idea...I had no idea..." Cory moaned.

"I get him next...ah...ah...ah."

"Yeah....gasp...you do. He's...ugh...ugh...oh my god...FUCK!"

Zane laughed at Cory's incoherence, which was clearly borne of intense pleasure. Eventually Zane hit just the right spot, and Cory's noises became unintelligible and considerably louder.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the twin yelled with each thrust. If parents (or even maybe neighbors) had been home Zane would have worried that they'd be overheard - even two floors below - the boy's moans were becoming so loud. But since they were alone, Zane was not at all concerned, and considered that the boy was the loudest sex partner he'd ever been with, which was super cool.

At least, Cory was the loudest before Danny started in with his own moaning. "AH! AH! AH!" the other twin screamed with each thrust.

"OH! OH! OHOHOH!" Cory added, getting a little louder.

And so the twins competed, each growing louder until the room was an opus of pleasure. It was immensely erotic to Zane, the noisiness, and he found him self joining in, although not quite as loud.

"OHOHOH...PANT...GASP...UGH!"

"OH! OH! YES! OH! OH!"

"ERG...ergh...uhgh..uhuhuhuhuh..."

The room was a cacophony of frantic grunts and animal moans and flesh slapping on naked flesh. Zane was coated in a sheen of sweat and lube. Hand explored everywhere they could reach, sometimes that of a partner and sometimes that of themselves. Zane worked to maintain speed and balance, which wasn't as easy as it sounds.

"AH! AH! AH! AH!" Danny gasped and grunted.

"Yeah...yah..yeah...yah," Zane breathed.

"OHHH! ERRR! AH! AH! AH! OHHH!" Cory screamed, winning the volume contest.

And suddenly Cory's moans became one constant stream of 'oh's', and Zane knew that the boy had passed a point of no return. This knowledge flushed Zane with hormones, which pushed him past a point of no return and made him flex and contract every muscle in his body. Both of the fact contributed to Danny's passing the same threshold, and suddenly all three boys were beset by an immense group orgasm.

"OHHHHHHHHFUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" Cory screamed, hurting his throat a little. His cock spasmed and throbbed as a large stream of cum erupted forth, hitting the youth squarely in the eye.

"YESYESYESYES!" Zane shouted as he came, spraying a torrent of boy juice deep into Cory. Although gripped by perhaps the most intense climax of his life, Zane was, as we've said, quite adept at sex and ever the gentleman. Gently with his hand (while thrusting in a non-gentle manner), the teen reached down and wiped the glob of semen out of Cory's eye. Cory smiled, continuing to shout as his ejaculation continued.

From behind, Danny also climaxed, pulling out of Zane at the last minute.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," the brother panted. Zane felt spash after splash of burning hot semen land on his back and butt.

The three boys came down off their climatic high and collapsed into a heap, a tangle of limbs and cocks and taut boy muscles. They were all three panting furiously.

"That. Was. Awesome." Danny eventually managed to say.

Zane laughed and grunted his approval. Cory just panted away, clearly completely out of breath following his performance. Both boys chuckled at this.

"He got you worked up, huh?" Danny smiled. Still out of breath, Cory simple nodded and flashed a huge smile at his brother and his friend.

Post-coital sleepiness eventually overtook all three youths, and although none of them went totally soft, after a trip to the restroom each they fell into the giant bed together, Zane in the middle and a twin scrunching in close on either side. This would normally have been a little overly warm for Zane, but he was so tired and so satisfied and so aroused that he didn't mind at all, and quickly fell asleep, totally exhausted.

The story could end quite well there, but that might not be entirely fair, particularly to Danny, who pointed out the next morning that it would be, in fact, quite unjust if Cory got to be the only one to experience the previous night's sexual position on the bottom. Zane couldn't argue with this logic, and the first act of the new day was to repeat the previous night's performance with the twins in opposite positions.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Danny had panted, cumming deftly on his defined chest.

Again, this pushed Zane over the edge. "OH Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" The older boy came and came, pressing into the twin.

Cory went a little frantic, cumming deep inside his friend. "Yeahyeahyeah...oh...oh...oh!"

The weekend proceeded in a similar fashion. After lunch Zane asked if he could watch - he was interested in how the twins played with one another. The boys frowned a little, sad that there would be a round of play without their new toy present, but they both flashed big grins and agreed a moment later. Two moments later Zane was playing with himself while watching two identical twins fuck around on the living room sofa.

"AHRGH..I'm...uh...uh...uh...gonna cum!" one said.

The other responded, "OH man, me too...oh..oh...oh!"

Danny shot a load onto Cory's stomach and Cory returned the favor. It was super-hot, and Zane responded by shooting his own load onto his tummy.

Later, when Zane was talking about how hot it was to watch the brothers fool around, it was decided that Zane should fuck Cory while Danny watched, and then fuck Danny while Cory watched. Six orgasms later, the boys were panting once again in a puppy pile.

The trio showered, the twins hyper and playful the whole time. Zane dried them both off, definitely taking an opportunity to feel up their flaccid cocks, but mindful of being very gentle - the organs were getting a lot of use this weekend!

Cory and Danny announced the need for a nap, and the three boys slumbered together. Zane eventually awoke to find the twins grinning down at him, both still nude and both quickly becoming erect.

"Oh man, you guys are awesome," Zane said.

The twins grinned wider, moving down Zane's body in tandem to lick and suck at his cock, kissing one another with the older boy's organ pressed between hungry lips.

The twins and Zane would spend the weekend having sex, and although Zane usually made a sexual adventure a one-time thing with most partners, he found himself making an exception for the brothers. The three made love occasionally throughout high school, and if Zane ever came close to having a stable relationship in his high school years, it was with the brothers. They were always happy, always eager, and always a friend to the older boy. Later on in his life, when things got harder and more complicated and weirder, when Zane found himself on an extended journey with his college classmates, he would often curl up at night and think about Cory and Danny. The thought of the loving and adorable brothers would evermore bring a smile to Zane's lips, even in the darkest of times.

For now, with two sexy boys nipping playfully at his forbidden parts, fighting over who got to spend more time with Zane's turgid cock between their eager lips, life seemed perfect. And perfectly awesome.