Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 14:17:35 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Midsummer's Day - Part Three

The usual warnings - if you are under eighteen - or if it is illegal for
you to read fictional depictions of sex between adult males and young boys
- or if you would be offended by such material - leave NOW.
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A Midsummer's Day - Part Three

     Seth, Josh and I left the lake and walked to the cabin.  Upon
entering, both boys let out an astonished gasp.  I realized that they had
never been inside or even seen inside.  My one room cabin was probably
luxurious compared to the accommodations they were used to.  They looked
around, particularly interested in the bathroom.  I heard Josh whisper "the
shitter's in the house."  They checked out everything.
     I offered them a Coke.  They accepted, taking their cans and plopping
down on the couch.  They both noticed the computer at the same time.  I
don't think they had seen one before.  I brought up a game on the screen
and tried to teach them to play it - not being an expert myself.  They soon
got the hang of it and were shooting alien space craft out of the sky.
While they were immersed in this activity, I went and put on a pair of
shorts.  I suddenly felt uncomfortable being naked while they were clothed.
I decided to run the hot tub.  I could sit in the tub and watch Seth and
Josh playing their game.
     I striped off my shorts, got in the hot tub and turned on the jets.
The twins looked up at the sudden noise.  They dropped their controllers
and came over to look.  "Wow," was all they could say.
     "Can we get in," asked Josh?
     "Sure, hop right in," I answered.
     The boys were out of their coveralls and slipping in before the last
word was out of my mouth.  They sat side by side, opposite me.  They lay
back, enjoying the soothing jets of water and the bubbles that swirled
around them.  It wasn't long before I realized that they were fondling each
others dicks under the water.  They certainly looked happy.  So I played
with my own.
     I watched contentedly as they slowly brought each other to climax.  I
wondered how long they had been doing this together.  Their breathing
increased.  They were having trouble sitting still.  I couldn't stand it
any more.  I crossed the void between us and pushed their hands away from
their dicks.  I took hold of a five inch boy penis in each hand and stroked
them to completion.  As usual, they came at the same time.  Little bits of
their cum floated to the top of the water before disappearing into the
bubbles.
     When Josh and Seth had recovered, they pushed me back to my side of
the tub.  They took turns diving under the water to suck on my engorged
cock.  I was amazed at how long they could stay under without drowning.  I
came in a rush, exploding into - which one was it - it was Seth who
swallowed my load.  When he was done, the boys shared their usual kiss.
But when they had finished kissing each other, they both planted their
mouths on mine, one after the other - and shared a long deep kiss with me.
Maybe I was not going to be left out of their little world, after all.
     We got out of the hot tub.  The boys put on their coveralls - thanked
me for the Coke - and headed for home.  I went back and slid into the hot
tub.  It had a faint odor of their semen.  I slipped into a deep slumber.
I spent the rest of the day sunning.  I checked the lake several times, but
the twins never returned.  Oh well, I could wait for tomorrow.  I went to
bed and slept like a baby.
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     In the morning, I had some toast - grabbed my towel and blanket and
headed for my swim.  As I approached the lake, I was met by silence.  My
heart stopped.  Where were the twins?  I arrived at the beach.  There was
one of the twins; sitting in his coveralls in the sand; staring out across
the lake.  I came closer and he looked up at me.  It was Josh.
     "Where's Seth," I asked, genuinely concerned?
     "Oh, he wasn't feeling well, so he went back home," Josh replied.
     "I hope its nothing serious," I said.
     "Nah, he just had a sore tummy," he said as he looked up and grinned,
"Maybe it was something he ate."  No doubt, alluding to the cum he had
swallowed over the last couple of days.

          The smile didn't last long.  He seemed lost without Seth.  Like a
man who had just lost his leg and was trying to walk for the first time.
     "Cheer up," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.  In truth, I missed
Seth, too.  "We can still have our morning swim.
     He looked at me for a minute, then peeled off his coveralls.  We
entered the water and managed to enjoy ourselves for the next hour or two.
It became evident that; although I was not Seth; Josh seemed happy to let
me be a stand-in twin for the day.
     Once we were both sufficiently worn out, I headed to the beach.  Josh
joined me.
     "Let's go to the cabin," I said, "I need a shower."
     I proceeded down the trail - Josh following with coveralls in hand.
We entered the cabin.  I noticed Josh had left his coveralls on the porch.
I went to the shower and turned on the water.  I turned to the toilet,
badly needing a leak.  Josh watched me as I peed and then flushed.  Another
"wow" as he watched the water swirl.
     "Can I try it," he asked.
     "Go ahead," I replied, "Don't you have a toilet?"
     "Not in the house."
     He grabbed his five inches and aimed for the bowl.  The golden stream
of pee splashed into the water.  He seemed fascinated.  When he was done,
he pulled the handle.  He watched until the water finally stopped swirling.
I nudged him toward the shower.
     We stepped in - it was just big enough for two.  Again he gave me a
"wow".
     "How do you bath at home," I asked?
     "We have a metal tub at home," he answered, "We have to heat the water
on the stove.  We have to share it with everybody."  I noticed he always
said we, as if he was speaking for Josh as well.
     "Where's the tub?"
     "In the kitchen," he replied as if I had asked him a dumb question.
     This must be one of the reasons he and Josh were so comfortable with
being naked.  They were used to bathing in front of the family.  As I
started to soap his lean young body, I questioned him about his family.
There were ten kids altogether - three boys and seven girls.  They lived in
a one room house with the attic converted into a bedroom.  The boys slept
up in the attic while everyone else slept downstairs.  His dad worked at
one of the few remaining coal mines in the area.  His mom did some laundry
and cleaned houses for the folks in a town nearby.  I gathered that they
lived in the country but not on a farm.
     Josh continued.  The house was very hot in the summer.  That was why
he and Josh spent so much time in their tent.  It was cooler and a lot less
crowded.  Sometimes they returned to the house for meals.  Other times they
took food and didn't go back for two or three days.  Once in a while, they
let their younger brother, Samuel, share the tent with them.
     By this time, I had soaped Josh all over and was concentrating on his
back side.  I soaped his beautiful butt cheeks.  They were so round and
firm; I must have spent a good five minutes on them; Josh didn't seem to
mind.  I slid my hand into the crack, massaging back and forth.  Each time
my fingers slid by his little hole, his body jumped noticeably.  Getting
bolder, I rubbed directly on his little puckered hole.  He let out a deep
sigh.  I edged one soapy finger inside him.  So slow, I thought he might
not have noticed.  A light moan escaping his lips told me he had.
     I slid in farther, finding his prostate and massaging it.  His cheeks
clenched and he gasped.  I moved my finger in and out.  His body started to
rock to the rhythm.  As I pushed in, he pushed down to meet me and take me
deeper inside.  I continued to massage his slippery tunnel - and managed to
work in a second finger.  I massaged his prostate harder.  He let out
another gasp.  After working his butt hole for a while, I withdrew my
fingers and turned my attention to his beautiful chest.  I soaped his
nipples to erection.  He leaned his body into me.
     I knelt down, running my hands down his flat stomach to his groin.  I
found his few hairs and soaped the mound above his dick.  His erect cock
was hitting the backs of my fingers as I massaged his mound.  He was
moaning almost continuously, his eyes closed.  The water ran in rivers down
his tanned young body.  I could not get enough of looking at him - and
touching him.
     I soaped his erection, slipping my fingers back and forth across the
taut pink head.  I slipped my hand down to his balls and massaged the two
tiny eggs inside his sac.  As I rubbed his little sac, I watched the soap
run from his body.  This shower was too crowded.  I scooped him up in my
arms and headed for my bed.  I laid him on the bed, still wet from his
shower.  I knew he had to be very close to cumming so I went straight for
his firm young cock.
     I took him in my mouth, sliding down until I had swallowed him.  He
pushed his hips into my face.  I rose up and down, meeting him each time he
pumped his hips - his head entering my throat.  I squeezed and massaged his
little nuts.
     I felt him tighten.  He grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper into his
groin.  He bucked his hips up and down, fucking my face.  He moaned and
threw his head back as the first spurt tickled my tonsils.  He pumped hard,
releasing what little sperm his pre-pubescent balls had produced.  It
wasn't a big load, but I savored every last drop.  He continued to pump
into my mouth long after his orgasm had turned dry.  This must have been
the longest orgasm of his short life.
     At last, the movement of his hips ceased.  I released him from my
mouth and licked him clean.  I lay down beside him, the full length of our
bodies touching.  Eyes still closed, he reached over and kissed me.  It was
not a passionate kiss.  Just a long warm, beautiful kiss.  Did he think I
was Seth.  No, his smile as he opened his eyes told me he knew exactly who
he was kissing.
     He reached his hand and started to stroke my manhood.  I pushed it
away.
     "What's wrong," he asked?
     "I don't want your hand and I don't want your mouth.  I need something
else," I answered.
     "What.......what else is there, " he asked, looking puzzled.
     I sat up and reached between his legs.  My fingers found his little
puckered hole and rubbed it.
     "There," he stammered.  I nodded my head.
     "But........won't it hurt.........your too big to fit," he said,
looking scared.
     "You would be surprised how far that thing can stretch," I reassured
him.  "I've already had two fingers in it and you felt nothing but
pleasure.  I will go slow and you can tell me to stop.  There may be a
little pain, but what you feel will be more than worth it.  I love you and
I won't hurt you, I promise.
     "O............K," was all he managed to get out.
     I didn't have any vaseline so I went to the fridge and got the butter.
I warmed some between my fingers and returned to the bed.  I rolled him
onto his back and pushed his legs up and apart.  I was greeted by a
beautiful site.  His pink, puckered boy hole surrounded by the golden orbs
of his bubble butt.  I applied the butter, lubing his hole and slipping a
finger inside.  I greased him with one finger and then with two.  My
fingers slipping in and out of his ass brought another moan to his lips and
renewed stiffness to his boyhood.
     I buttered my cock and slid in between his legs.  I put his feet on my
shoulders.  I placed my flaming red head against his little pink hole and
gave it a little push.  The head slipped in until just the ridge at its
base was visible.  Josh was looking at me wide-eyed.  I pushed a little
farther.  Josh tensed and then relaxed.  I told him to push down like he
was taking a shit.  He did and my head disappeared inside him.  His
sphincter held me in a tight, loving grip.  He pushed down again - I
slipped a little farther in.  We rested until I felt him push again.  Half
of my seven inches were now buried.  A few more pushes and I was firmly
encased, my balls nestling against his warm butt cheeks.  His muscles were
doing a little dance up and down my erection.  Stroking me with their
contractions.  At this rate, I wouldn't have to move to have an orgasm -
his ass would do it for me.
     I don't think Josh was in my world at that moment.  His head was
thrown back on the pillow, his eyes were shut - and he had a firm grip on
his own swollen pecker (as he would call it).  I started to stroke; short
strokes; very gently.  His ass continued to grip me as it spasmed around
me.  I increased the length of my strokes until my whole cock was pumping
in and out of him.  As I pumped him, his butt rose and fell to meet me.  I
hadn't lied to him.  Whatever pain he might have experienced - if any - was
being returned ten fold in the pleasure of this new experience.
     I pumped his butt and stroked his pecker at the same time.  It struck
me that pecker suited his five inches - better than cock or dick.  I was
reaching my climax.  The steady pumping and the stroking of his ass on my
dick was bringing me to climax - fast.
     As I felt the sperm rise in my shaft, I wrapped my fingers around
Josh's hand, the one that was holding his pecker.  I squeezed his hand and
slid it up and down his shaft.  This diversion seemed to have delayed my
orgasm a little.  Together, we stroked Josh's young meat.  He was panting
for breath.  As I let my first shot go inside of him, he shot all over his
chest.  Together, we pumped out our loads.  My huge loads filling his
intestines.  Josh's boy load pooling between his nipples in the middle of
his chest.
     We finished together.  I leaned over him, taking some of his cum (most
of it, actually) on my finger and tasting it.  He reached down and tasted
it too.  "Mine," I said as I licked up the remainder with my tongue.
     Reluctantly, my dick slipped from his warm butt and we rested.  It
seemed very natural, the two of us laying beside each other.  Once again,
Josh favored me with a brotherly kiss on my willing mouth.  Life was so
good.
     We lay side by side for a few minutes.  I asked Josh if he was hungry
and he nodded.  I went to the counter, pulled some ham from the fridge and
whipped up a sandwich.  Josh moved to a chair at the table.  I handed him
the sandwich and a Coke.  He wolfed down the sandwich.  I asked him if he
wanted another.
     "Uh huh," he replied, his mouth full of food.
     I fixed two more sandwiches - which Josh proceeded to demolish.  Oh
well, I could eat later.  I stood behind him as he ate.  I ran my fingers
through his blonde hair.  I massaged his shoulders and back.  He felt so
smooth.  He finished the last bite, washing it down with the remains of his
Coke.
     "Thanks," he said as he got up from the table.  "I gotta go home and
see how Seth is."
     "Bye," I answered, "see you tomorrow."  It was not a question.  I
really hoped he would be back tomorrow.  I knew this was one part of Josh
and Seth's brotherly bond that I would never be part of.  Nor did I want to
be.  Their love for each other was deep and pure.
     Josh went to the porch, slipped on his coveralls - without so much as
a backwards glance, he was gone.
     I went to my computer and started to write.  I spent a long time
there, trying to find the right words for what I was feeling.  Before I
knew it, it was dark.
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     The next morning was another sunny one.  I had my usual toast and
coffee.  I reflected on how my vacation had been both relaxing and
exciting, so far.  I certainly hadn't thought about work.  And, my writing
was taking shape nicely.
     After breakfast, I headed for the lake.  Once again, there was no
noise.  As I arrived, I saw Josh sitting on the sand, staring out to the
hills beyond.  Seth must be sick, still, I thought.  I went up and sat
beside him.
     He turned and said, "hey, Don."  Be still my heart.  He actually
called me by my name.  And then I realized, this wasn't Josh.  No scar!  It
was Seth.  What is going on here?
     "Where's Josh," I asked?  "And how are you feeling?  I heard you were
sick."
     "He's gone back home for the day," he answered.  "I was gonna go with
him but he told me I should come here instead.  But he wouldn't say why.
And, I wasn't sick.  Josh told me he wanted to come here by himself,
yesterday.  So I went home."
     "Well, do you feel like a swim."
     "I guess so," he replied.  He stood up and removed his coveralls.  His
golden tan blinded me for a moment.  He looked like a boy god standing
there, naked in the bright sun.  As we walked into the water, Seth took my
hand in his.  Another of those erotic moments that really cannot be
described in writing.  You had to be there.
     As with Josh yesterday, Seth and I played for at least two hours.  It
took him a lot longer to get used to not having his brother by his side.
Seth seemed a little insecure.  He seemed to need Josh's presence to get
through the day.
     After our swim, I invited him to the cabin for lunch.  He hesitated
before finally agreeing.  He did not bother to pick up his coveralls,
leaving them on the sand.  Once at the cabin, I set about my task of
preparing sandwiches and getting out the Coke.  If this kept up, I was
going to have to go to town to restock.  We ate in silence.  Seth was not a
talker.  Once lunch was done, Seth gathered the dishes and took them to the
sink.  There definitely were differences in the two boys - maybe not in
looks - but in personality.
     "How but a shower," I asked?
     "Uh...............O.K.," Seth replied.
     I went to the shower and adjusted the water.  Seth was looking at the
toilet.
     "Gotta pee," I asked?
     "Yeah," he replied.
     "Well, go ahead."
     He lifted his dick and aimed his golden stream at the bowl.  Watching
him and listening to his pee hit the water was another very erotic moment.
I was getting hard.  He finished and I told him to push the handle.  He
flushed the toilet, watching the water swirl and disappear.  I led him to
the shower.
     I didn't repeat my actions of the previous day.  I was determined that
Seth's experience would not be an exact duplicate of Josh's.  I handed him
the soap and asked him to wash me.  He hesitated for a moment.  I turned my
back to him.  He started to apply the soap.  His hands moved in small
circles across my back.  It felt great.
     He worked his way down my back; hesitating for a moment at my butt;
then he proceeded to circle each cheek with his hands.  I bent forward,
leaning one arm on the wall.  I reached back and grabbed his right hand.  I
worked his fingers into my crack, managing to push at least one of his
fingers into my hole.
     "That feels good", I moaned, "push your finger in as far as it will
go."
     "Huh."  He hesitated then complied with my request.  His finger pushed
up inside of me.
     "Work it around," I groaned, "soap it up good."
     He did as he was asked.  Several times his finger touched my
prostrate, sending waves of pleasure through my body.  My cock was hard and
pounding.  He massaged deep inside of me.  I felt his finger withdraw - but
then he replaced it with two.  Nice touch, Seth, I thought.  Wonder who
taught you that.  Had Josh gone back to the tent, yesterday, and shown his
brother what we had done together.  The sudden vision of the two of them
almost drove me to cum.
     "That feels great," Seth, I said, "but maybe you should finish the
rest of me."
     He slipped his fingers out of me; took the soap; and worked his firm
hands down the backs of my legs.  I lifted one foot at a time so that he
could wash them.  I turned to face him.  He soaped my neck and chest.  He
spent extra time on my hard nipples.  He massaged them and pinched them
between his fingers.
     He slid his soapy hands down over my belly, coming to rest in the hair
on my mound.  He massaged deeply with both hands.  He slid down around my
erection; finding my balls; and worked them in his hands.
     "I think you better slow down," I murmured, "I think I am going to
shoot my load anytime."
     Without looking at me or acknowledging me, he dropped to his knees.
He directed some of the water spray onto my swollen member - rinsing off
the soap.  He took me into his young mouth.  I chuckled as I looked down.
All I could see was his golden head of blond hair.  I couldn't see his
face.  It looked like a wet dust mop was giving me a blow job.
     He worked my taut organ deep into his mouth - to the very depths of
his throat - and tried to swallow me.  At this rate, I was probably good
for another 10 seconds, at the most.  He drew back off of my rod until it
left his mouth.  He tongued my piss slit, waiting for, and finally being
rewarded with my salty pre cum.  He licked my swollen head.  God, I
whispered, don't let it end.  Too late.  He submerged my rod in his throat
once more.  My body tensed.  My nuts spasmed.  The first shot of my sticky
offering landed on the altar that was his throat.  He drew me in deeply,
drawing the seed from my nuts.  I was too weak to pump, relying instead on
the suction of his mouth to complete my orgasm.
     When he had drawn the last of my juices up my shaft and out through my
slit, he stood on his tip toes and kissed me.  It was a tender kiss, full
of love, not lust.  We traded tongues for a brief second - but it seemed
wrong.  We stood there, Seth's head resting on my chest; the water
cascading over our bodies; cooling the fires of my passion.
     I barely heard him whisper, "can we go to your bed, now?"
     I turned off the water.  I hugged him deeply.
     "Anything you want my little boy. Anything you want."
     I scooped him up carrying him to my bed.  It seemed obvious that he
and Josh had, at the very least talked about yesterday.  I placed him on
the bed.  I slid my body gently over top of his, supporting my weight on
hands and knees.  I kissed his pale blonde eyebrows.
  I covered his face in kisses.  He sought my mouth.  We shared a kiss,
this time filled with passion and lust.  His tongue seemed to consume mine.
     Reluctantly, I broke free of his lip lock and nuzzled his neck.  I
teased his ears with my tongue, sucking his tiny ear lobes.  I tongued my
way down his neck to his chest and his firm nipples.  My tongue played with
his few wisps of almost invisible chest hair.  I nipped at his firm nipples
causing him to arch his back upwards.  He moaned, so softly that it was
barely a sound at all.
     I licked my way to his little innie.  I licked it clean; drawing it up
into my mouth; sucking on the last vestiges of his umbilical cord.  I slid
down to his raised mound.  I tickled him with the tip of my tongue.  I
passed by his hard pecker on my way south.  I licked his balls; pulling
them into my mouth; sucking them gently before releasing them.  I spread
his legs and tasted his firm inner thighs with my tongue.  I bathed his
legs in saliva.  Reaching his feet, I licked the pale soles - the only part
of him that wasn't tanned.  His body jerked.  I returned quickly back to
his ball sac.  I pushed his legs up and onto my back.  I tongued beneath
his tight sac, down to the puckered pink hole.
     I rolled him onto his stomach.  His body was totally compliant to my
wishes.  I pushed his legs forward, spreading them and raising his
beautiful cheeks into the air.  I hesitated, drinking in the beauty of his
pink bud nestled between golden orbs of boy flesh.
     I tongued up his inner thighs.  I could see his hard-on bobbing
between his legs.  I kissed and nibbled each cheek.  They were golden twins
- just like Josh and Seth.  I reached my tongue into his crack, spreading
it open.  I licked up and down.  Each time I touched his hole, his body
contracted in ecstasy.
     I place the tip of my tongue in his little bud.  He let out a faint
gasp of breath.  I slowly inserted my tongue, past his sphincter into his
tightness.  My senses took in his wonderful boy musk.  There was no way to
describe the perfume that was Seth.  I plunged my tongue farther in.  His
cheeks were pushing back into me - trying to hump my tongue.  I continued
to taste and thrust.  Bringing faint moans from deep inside his body.  The
heat between his cheeks was intense.
     I replaced my tongue with a finger.  I slipped it past his sphincter
and found his prostate.  As I massaged it, his body jerked, uncontrollably.
I noticed that my organ was fully erect - funny how being with a young boy
inspired me to levels of performance I had not known - since I was a boy.
     I slid my finger deep into his tunnel of love - corny, but what else
could you call it.  I massaged his passage as far in as I could reach.  His
body was writhing in the agony of his pleasure.  I replaced one finger with
two.  I massaged his prostate bringing forth more moaning - louder now.  I
worked his tiny opening until it was spread enough to take me in.
     I moved him over onto his back.  I leaned froward and whispered into
his ear and asked if he was ready to take my pecker into his butt.  Not
opening his eyes, he nodded his yes.  I got the butter from the fridge and
returned to the bed.  I pushed his legs together and raised then straight
into the air - something like holding a baby's legs as you diaper him.  I
slid in behind him in a sitting position.  I slid forward until my legs
were on either side of him - my balls resting almost against his butt.  I
greased his hole with my fingers, slipping them in and out to ensure that
the passage would be easier to penetrate.  I greased my cock, still holding
his legs in the air.
     I bent forward until my shoulders touched his legs.  With my buttery
hand, I pushed my erection down until the tip was at his little puckered
pink bud.  I wiggled my hips on the bed, "walking" my body forward on my
butt cheeks.  This caused my swollen head to enter his sphincter.  I
continued to wiggle my body forward until I was about half way in.  There
was no sign of pain from Seth - only his steady low moans.
     I dropped his legs down on either side of me.  I took his hands in
mine and told him I wanted him to sit up.  I pulled him forward raising his
body off the bed.  This motion caused him to slide farther onto my
erection.  As I continued to pull him into a sitting position, I slid my
legs together.  This allowed his butt cheeks to slide up my thighs and
position him over my erection.
     One final tug.  As his body came into a sitting position, my erection
slid all the way into his butt - and I mean ALL THE WAY.  Josh had not
managed to engulf me completely, but Seth took it all.  As my dick had made
its last plunge into his bowels, Seth's eyes had opened wide.  He had a
look of astonishment on his face.
     "It feels like it's.............right here," he said tapping a spot on
his chest.
     "Not quite," I said, "but close."
     I lay down on my back; Seth straddling my body; sitting on my
erection.
  The look on his face said "what now".  I told him to move his legs back
and fold them underneath.  He did and was now kneeling on his knees and the
front of his lower legs.
     "Lift your butt up a little with your legs," I whispered and almost
passed out as he did.
     "Slide up and down like that," I said.
     He began to move up and down - short strokes - almost in slow motion.
He was getting himself used to sliding at least five inches of me in and
out of his tight rectum.  Gradually he sped up his stroke.  I could tell by
his smile that he was enjoying this as much as I was.  His swollen pecker
bouncing up and down on my groin also gave it away.
     In this kneeling position, he was not able to take my throbbing organ
to full stroke.  His legs were not long enough. He rose and fell on my
shaft.  My heart was pounding as I slipped inevitably towards my orgasm.
Seth seemed to be enjoying the ride.  Sort of like the kid on the
mechanical horse in front of K-Mart - wanting his mother to put another
dime in so the ride wouldn't end.
     In the state I was in, I didn't catch the movement until he had almost
completed it.  He had moved his legs so that he was squatting over me, flat
on his feet.  In this way, he could increase his range of movement and take
me all the way in and all the way out.  He paused each time my head reached
his sphincter - allowing the muscles to tighten around me.  He moved his
young ass up and down in an easy rhythm.  He was watching my face, waiting
for some sign that I was about to unload into him.
     He didn't have long to wait.  The tension in my balls was increasing.
I was about to burst.  He pulled himself off of me until only my tender
head was inside him.  He slid up and down on it.  His short strokes were
only about an inch up and down.  But the effect on my swollen head was
instantaneous.  The first of many hot loads of cum burst into his rectum.
Feeling this, he plunged down to the base - his ass and balls hitting my
groin.  His little pecker dancing in the air The look on his face said that
he owned me - and at this moment, he probably did.
     He stroked up and down, milking me dry.  Tensing his muscles.
Squeezing every last drop from my balls.  The pleasure was so intense, I
almost fainted.  Once I had stopped throbbing inside him, he collapsed
forward on my chest - my rod still embedded in his ass.  He wanted to kiss
me, but to reach my face would have caused him to pull off of me.  He
waited until I slipped out naturally - then zeroed in on my mouth.  This
time a boy kiss; no passion; just love.
     Regaining my senses, I rolled him onto his back; tickling him until he
could take it no more.  I had a job to do.  His throbbing pecker needed my
attention.  Getting between his legs, I tossed one up on each of my
shoulders.  I spread his cheeks and tasted my sperm as it leaked slowly
from his puckered bud.  It was not quite back to normal size.  Without any
trouble, I worked my tongue into him.  I gathered some of my cum and
transferred it to his balls. I gathered some more and used it to lube his
shaft.
     "Do you want to try," I asked?
     "What," he asked back?
     "Putting your pecker in my butt, that's what."
     "Gee, can I," he said, looking at me longingly.
     "You can give it your best shot," I said as I realized I had made a
pun.  It was wasted on Seth.  He was too intent on what I was offering him.
     "Have you ever seen dogs making love," I asked?
     "Yeah."
     "We can do it doggy style.  I will get on my hands and knees - you get
behind me and in you go," I instructed.
     He tried it - but on his knees - his short little legs would not let
him reach my hole.  I rolled over on my back.  I brought my legs up and
apart as far as I could.  I hoped I would not have to hold this position
too long.  I was too old for this.
     Seth crawled in almost on top of me.  This was better.  He thought
about fingering my ass but didn't.  He placed his head at my back door.  He
pushed in, almost falling forward it slid so easily.  I tightened my ass as
much as I could.  He started a slow pumping motion.
     "Wow," escaped from his mouth.  He started to pump more vigorously.
His eyes watched his young pecker slide in and out of me.  He pushed my sac
up over my limp dick - giving himself better access - and a better view.  I
reached down and held it in place.  Oh I wished I could see what he was
seeing.
     Never mind, it felt pleasant - all warm and tingling inside of me.  He
pumped harder; rocking his lean torso backwards and forwards; making little
grunting noises as he pushed in.  He pumped faster, crashing his groin into
me.  I was glad my balls were out of the way.
     I could see his movements becoming erratic.  He was near to
ejaculation and was having trouble controlling his movements.  I wrapped my
legs around him, placing my feet on his cheeks.  I pushed him into me.  I
relaxed allowing him to move back, then helped him in again.  It only took
a half a dozen strokes and he was there.  I felt something warm inside of
me - accompanied by a glazed look in his eyes.  He pumped five or six
times, feeding me his meager boy load.  When he was done, my feet held him
firmly in place.  He lay forward, covering my balls and semi-erect cock.
We stayed like that five - maybe ten minutes.
     My legs started to cramp up and I let him loose.  I pushed him
backwards onto the bed.  I moved towards him.  I took his sticky little
piece of meat into my mouth and cleaned it off.  It tasted sweet,
considering where it had just been.  I climbed up his body to his mouth.
We shared another kiss of love.  The lust had been drained from his body -
out through his pecker - and into me.  Somehow, Seth seemed more
passionate, more loving than Josh.  Maybe, being the quiet one, Josh had
stolen much of the attention in their short lives.
     I went to the counter and took out a wash cloth and towel.  I
moistened the towel with hot water.  I brought it back to where Seth was
lying.  Gently, I proceeded to give him a bed bath.  I washed the last
traces of my orgasm from between his cheeks.
     "That feels good," he murmured.
     "I thought you would like it."
     I washed him from head to toe; front and back - several times
returning to the sink to rinse and heat up the wash cloth.  Once his bath
was complete, I dried him with the soft, fluffy towel.  I sensed that we
were ending our time together.  Although he was enjoying the attention, he
seemed a little uneasy.
     Breaking the ice, I asked, "time to go?"
     He nodded his yes.
     "O.K.," I said, "I'll walk you back to the lake."
     We returned to the lake.  Seth was not quite ready to leave.
     "Can we swim," he asked?
     I took his hand and we walked into the water.  It was a relaxing time.
We didn't play.  We spent much of the time floating on our backs.  I was
stretched out, half submerged.  Seth floated, his shoulders and head on my
chest - his body stretched out straight in the water.  In this position, I
could study his body; which I did.  His limp pecker floated on the water -
rising and falling as tiny waves rippled over him.  Another one of those
great erotic moments.  I could float like this forever.
     But, as was the twins nature, he soon tired of this and had to leave.
It seemed that any amount of time that Josh and Seth were apart was too
much.  We returned to the shore.  I brushed the loose water from his skin.
I bent down and kissed his mouth.  He lingered there, eyes closed.  We
separated.  Seth put on his coveralls - his second skin - and vanished
around the lake.  I vowed that one day I would follow and join them in
their tent.  But not today.
     I returned to the cabin; puttering around with no real purpose.  I
changed the sheets on the bed and added them to the washer that was built
into the counter to the left of the sink.  One of the afterthoughts in
building my cabin.  A typical male - I forgot all about them.  I ended up
having to install my washer and dryer under the kitchen counter.
     Dinner time arrived.  I cooked myself a steak on the barbecue.  After
eating, I retired to my computer chair.  A few hours later, I hit the fresh
sheets on the bed and was asleep.  I awoke an hour later in a sweaty state
of panic.  I was reliving the scene in Deliverance, where Ned Beatty gets
raped.  Only it was me kneeling naked in the woods - surrounded by an angry
group of hillbillys - dressed in coveralls and holding guns - each rubbing
his crotch - waiting his turn behind the "outsider".  Is this what would
happen to me if Josh and Seth's parents learned of my passionate affair
with their sons?  It was at least an hour before I fell into a fitful
sleep.
                    ************************* The end of Part Three.  Part
Four is already taking shape in my horny brain and will spill forth soon.
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