My Life in Stages, Part 10

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"Alright," I said to the twins, who were standing eagerly in front of us, "who do I get to clean and who does Daddy get to clean?"

If you have ever spent time around twins, you will know that there is something special about the way they communicate. An entire universe of meaning can be exchanged with the smallest of glances. Twins, even fraternal twins like Nolan and Levi, are connected to one another in a way that other siblings, no matter how close they get, never can be. It is as if the process of sharing a womb creates in them a bond that goes beyond the physical, mental, and emotional. It is a spiritual bond; two bodies sharing one another's souls.

With the quickest of glances to one another, both nodded and pronounced their picks simultaneously.

"I want Eli," Nolan proclaimed, just as Levi shouted, "I want Daddy!"

"Well, that makes it easy," Isaac chuckled, handing me a bar of soap. I recognized the brand, as it was the one I always bought for this kind of situation too. It was one of the most gentle brands of soap you could buy, and did not have nearly the chance of irritating sensitive skin – especially skin as sensitive as a young boy's virgin hole – as other brands.

"Good choice," I said, winking at Isaac.

"Alright boys," Isaac started, smiling at my comment, "there are a couple things you are going to want to know. First, Eli and I will be very thorough in cleaning your butts. This means that we may have to stick our fingers inside you. Is that okay?"

The boys, again, shared a communicative glance. They seemed to be weighing their desire to be rimmed against their unease over a finger in their butts. I can't say I didn't understand that conundrum. In the end, however, sexual curiosity won out.

"That's okay," Nolan said while his twin nodded in agreement.

"Okay, good," Isaac continued. "Second thing is, when we do put our fingers in your butts, it may hurt a little bit. That's normal, and it doesn't mean that we are hurting you. It just means your bottoms aren't used to this kind of attention. It won't hurt for long; but if it does hurt, just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Relax and the pain will go away. It may even start to feel good."

Again, the boys nodded their agreement and consent to the situation.

"Alright then, I guess we should get started."

Guiding Nolan underneath one of the shower heads, I turned him around and got down on my knees. The sight in front of me was breathtaking. His soft, round, bubble-butt was as pale as a boy's skin can be. Two milky-white mounds awaited my touch and, soon, my tongue. Though I wanted nothing more at that moment than to dive in with my hands, my fingers, my tongue – and even my cock, which was throbbing so hard it hurt – I took my time.

I used my hands to gently massage his cheeks, getting him relaxed and ready for what was to come. I let the water wash down his crack, caressing his virgin hole and easing him in to things.

When I could feel him relax more, I started massaging the soap in to his cheeks, building up a good lather. The suds of the soap washed down Nolan's legs, trickling out of his crack and making me think of the cum that, I was sure, would one day be doing the same. Isaac had said he wanted me to be the one to take the boys' anal virginity, and the thought that it would be my cum trickling out of the tender holes of Jack, Nolan, and Levi nearly sent me over the edge.

But, I kept myself composed as I parted Nolan's cheeks and instructed him to bend over. Dutifully, he obeyed, placing his hands on the tiled shower walls allowing his cheeks to spread open further and exposing his soft, tight, pink hole. My mouth watered at the sight of his untouched passageway, and I knew that soon I would be the first person to taste it.

I glanced over at Isaac and saw that he, too, had Levi in an identical position. Isaac seemed entranced by the virgin hole of his thin blonde son. I could almost see him drool as he stared at it. I knew that he was thinking the same thing I was, that getting to be the first person to taste a young boy's ass was a gift from above.

I looked between Levi's legs, then Nolan's. I looked at Isaac's crotch, then Jack's. Combined with what I was feeling between my own legs, every one of us in these showers were horny, our minds giving over to animal lust and passion. There wasn't a soft cock amongst us.

Moving my hands between Nolan's cheeks, I began to massage the soap in to his crack and over his tight hole. I could feel his warmth beneath my hands, the heat radiating out of an asshole that, I could tell, was eager to be touched and licked.

"Mmm," he moaned as my finger gently massaged soap over his hole, "that feels good, Eli."

"Good, Nolan" I said, continuing my exterior-only anal massage, "I'm glad you like it. I'm going to stick my finger inside you now, is that okay?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, his eyes closed and the flood of young sexual hormones taking over. Testosterone is a hell of a drug, and right now all three boys were in the full throws of hormonal addiction.

Gently, and slowly, I inserted my finger in to Nolan's hole, stretching his sphincter a bit. I expected a gasp, a cry of pain, or even a "stop" from the young virgin. Instead, he surprised me by moaning in appreciation and reaching back, spreading his cheeks wide for me. His young face rested against the cool shower wall while he urged me on, with moans and a youthful eagerness in allowing me access to his most private of spots.

"I think he likes that," Jack said coming over and kneeling between me and his father, all to get a better look at his brothers' inviting asses. "It looks like Levi does too."

I looked over to see Levi had his hands and face pressed against the wall, panting slightly as his father massaged the soap in and out of his hole.

"Yeah, I think both of you do, don't you boys?" Isaac asked, his finger picking up a bit of speed as his moved from simply cleaning to, in essence, slowly finger-fucking his son.

"Yes, Daddy," Levi said, panting as his Isaac moved his finger in and out.

"Oh yeah," Nolan chimed in, his hands spreading his ass cheeks as wide as they would go.

Jack, enjoying the show and seeing what Isaac meant about thoroughly cleaning and preparing for anything anal, took the soap from my hand. Laying down on the shower floor so that the water from one of the shower heads landed exactly on his throbbing young cock. He began to slide the soap up and down the crack of his ass, making sure he got it good and lathered up.

While Isaac and I finished soaping up the twins' holes, Jack got to work on cleaning his own. I watched as his middle finger disappeared in to his teenage ass with a smooth, fluid motion.

This boy has had his finger, or more, in there before, I quickly thought.

Jack spent a couple minutes slowly finger-fucking himself with a soapy finger, all while the twins rinsed off their own slightly-stretched but perfectly-clean boy holes. They seemed to be enjoying watching their brother so much that they barely saw Isaac and I doing a quick cleaning of our own.

After all, I reminded myself as I slid a soapy finger up my ass, the boys have to learn to both give and receive.

"So, I think we are all ready to start, don't you guys?" Isaac asked as Jack finished his anal cleaning. The soap was washed off, and it seemed we were all prepared for whatever was about to happen.

"I think," he continued as he handed each of us a towel with which to dry off, "that Eli and I should demonstrate rimming on each other before we do it to you. You guys can watch and see what we are doing to each other, then decide if you want it done to you. How does that sound?"

The boys all nodded enthusiastically as we returned to the wrestling mat.

Sensing my surprise at being watched by the boys before I demonstrated on them, Isaac leaned in to remind me that he always like to let the boys observe things they can observe before trying them themselves.

"Remember, Eli," he said with a wink as we each sat down on the mat, "when in Rome."

I was a hornier than I had been in years, and all I could think was "Long Live Rome."

*****

Isaac nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of Coach Anderson and the boy next to him. I had to admit, it was more than a bit surprising to see our P.E. teacher at a campground several hours from home.

"Coach..." Isaac started, but couldn't continue. His embarrassment was obvious. His skin flushed a deep red and his hands worked, unsuccessfully, at hiding his large erection.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, finishing the thought that I knew Isaac had in his head.

"Well, you boys said you were coming here, and it reminded me how long it's been since I was camping," the coach answered, his eyes taking in our bodies quite obviously. "I used to come here a lot, when I was younger. I miss the place. I hope you don't mind me being here, too."

"No," I said, a bit unsure of how to act. "I guess that's okay."

I had to admit, I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I was looking forward to a naked week with my father, my brother, and my newly-minted boyfriend. So, having Coach Anderson here, in this campground, seemed a bit too much like being at school.

On the other hand, if I was honest with myself, I had to admit that I found Coach Anderson extremely attractive and had jacked off to the thought of his cock several times. So, more chances to see it in person was a welcome thing.

Glancing over at Isaac, I could tell he was weighing the same pros and cons I was.

"This is my nephew, Bryce," Coach said, breaking the momentary silence and putting his arm on the younger boy's shoulder.

For a moment, I could hardly believe that the two were related at all. While Coach Anderson was tall, muscular, and had a dark, olive-toned complexion, Bryce was short, rather skinny, very fair-skinned, and had flaming red hair. But, as I stood looking at the two of them side-by-side, I noticed they shared the same mannerisms, down to the "I'm planning something" grin on their faces.

"Hi, Bryce," I said, holding out my hand to him. "I'm Eli, and this is Isaac."

"Always shake someone's hand when you meet them," Dad had always instructed me. It was part of his real estate agent personality. He felt that shaking someone's hand showed confidence and congeniality, and he made sure that Ryan and I always started an introduction that way.

But, I don't think Bryce was raised the same way. Instead of shaking my hand, he opened his arms and wrapped me in a tight hug. I could feel the sweat on his pale, soft skin mingling with mine. His hard boyhood, which was a about six inches fully erect, pressed tightly against my own throbbing member.

It took me by surprise, to have a complete stranger hug me...naked...with an erection...which was now pressed against my own. Before I could say anything, however, he released me and pulled Isaac in to the same kind of hug. I looked over and could see their erections pressing against one another.

In that moment, seeing another naked boy touching Isaac, their cocks touching and pressing hard against one another, I was a bit jealous. I was also really turned on. I really liked Coach Anderson, and a part of me wanted to stick around and get a long, unobstructed, view of his massive cock. I could feel my own smaller dick start to throb and bounce at the sight of him. I also was curious to see what could happen with the adorable red-head who had just been hugging us, nude and unashamed. But, in that moment, I was too caught off guard to think straight, and thought it best to go rejoin my dad and brother while my hormonal thoughts crashed about in my skull.

"It's nice to see you, coach," I said, turning my attention to my hot P.E. teacher. "Isaac and I are gonna go join my dad and brother in the sauna."

"That's cool. Hopefully we will see you boys around more this week. Maybe all of us can have dinner together over a campfire," Coach Anderson said as he moved to a bench. He positioned himself flat on the bench, closing his eyes as if to take a nap.

Isaac and I grabbed our towels off the bench and headed for the door. Just as I pushed open the door, I glanced back in time to see Bryce climb on top of Coach Anderson and lower his pale, round, butt right on to the coach's face.

Crossing the hallway to the sauna, I could see Dad and Ryan through the glass walls and door. Both were lying on a bench, one directly across from the other. Both had shed their towels, using them as a soft cushion between their nude bodies and the hard wooden benches. Both, I noticed just as Isaac pointed it out, were also in a state of semi-erection. They weren't fully hard, but it was apparent that the heat from the sauna had caused a bit of a reaction in each of them.

"Eli," Isaac said, stopping me before I could open the door. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"When Bryce hugged me...well...his dick pressed against mine...really hard."

"I know," I replied, still a bit confused as to where this was going.

"Yeah...but, I liked it. And I didn't want you to think I wanted him as a boyfriend instead because I liked it."

Isaac, always the shy, soft-spoken, and nervous kid was worried, in that moment, that I would feel hurt that he found another boy attractive. It was just another thing that I found to love about him.

"It's okay," I said, grabbing his hand, "I liked it too, when he did it to me. And I kinda liked seeing him do that to you."

"I liked watching him do that to you, too," he said, blushing and looking down at the floor. "Is that bad?"

"I don't know," I admitted, honestly. This idea of having a boyfriend was new to me, and I wasn't sure of the rules. "I guess not. I mean, I love you and I don't love Bryce. But, I liked his body and his dick and kinda like looking at him, and at Coach Anderson. I liked feeling his dick, too. Is that bad?"

"No," he said, in a rare moment of certainty. "I guess that's okay, as long as you only love me."

"So...we can look at and touch other guys, but only love each other. Agreed?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," he said, finally looking up at me with a smile on his face.

After a few moments' silence, I opened the door to the sauna and we joined Dad and Ryan. They had apparently been talking, even in their restful postures. I didn't know what about, but it was something serious, I could tell.

"...and it will stay between us, alright?" Dad said, as the end to some other thought or statement he was making to Ryan.

"What will stay between us?" I asked as the door closed behind me and Isaac.

"Oh!" Dad said, sitting upright quickly. "I didn't hear you boys come in."

Ryan sat up a bit too, pushing his arms back and resting on his elbows. He looked over at Dad, a clear expression of having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I knew that look well, and knew that it could only mean that Ryan had a secret I wasn't supposed to know.

"Ryan and I were just talking, baby," Dad said, trying to dismiss things. "Don't worry about it. So, how was the steam room?"

I knew that Dad was trying to quickly change the subject, and I wanted to push more. However, years of experience had taught me that pushing my Dad for an answer to a question he wasn't ready to answer only resulted in me getting yelled at about being too nosy. So, in an effort to keep the peace (especially on the first day of our long camping trip), I dropped it.

"It was fine," I said as I climbed up on the bench that ran perpendicular to the benches Ryan and Dad were laying on, the one connecting their benches together in to a U-shape. As soon as I sat down, however, my heart sunk in to my stomach.

"Oh," Isaac said, sitting next to me. He had, obviously, realized the exact same thing I had when he sat down.

From our vantage point in the sauna, thanks to the transparent glass door and walls on both the sauna and steam room, you could see straight in to the steam room on the opposite side of the hallway. From inside the steam room, the steam and bright lights made it very difficult to see out. However, from inside the sauna, the lower lighting level in here and the bright lights over there gave one a very clear view of what was happening.

Sure, the steam made it so that you could not tell who was who over there, but you could clearly see the outlines of bodies and track their movement. From where the four of us sat, we could see the foggy, yet obvious, bodies of Coach Anderson and Bryce as Bryce sucked the coach's cock and the coach licked eagerly at Bryce's young hole.

"Yeah," Dad said, chuckling, "we saw you."