Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 23:35:24 -0700 From: J H Subject: Tech Support, Part III 3. As I expected, the two of them were at the door, Greg holding a large pizza box. Looking at the two of them was like playing a newspaper's spot-the-difference game. They were definitely identical twins, but there were small, subtle differences. Greg was a little stockier, while Tyler was thinner, his hair tinged with some blond. Each one had picked his sport, and had developed the body type associated with it. We stood there a few moments, just staring at each other. Both Tyler and I were looking each other over carefully. Even in those short seconds, something was happening between the two of us. I could barely keep my eyes off of him. And his eyes were flicking between my face, my chest, and my groin. Finally, I broke the silence. "You must be Tyler," I said. "I'm Mark." "Yeah," he answered, snapping out of his reverie. "I'm Tyler. Good to meet you," he said, putting his hand out for me to shake. I grabbed it, and pulled him into a hug. "I think we're going to move beyond shaking hands pretty quickly," I said, right as he moved in to kiss me. Over his shoulder, I could see Greg smiling, almost laughing at the two of us. "Come on in," I said, as we broke off the kiss. I was suddenly aware that the door was wide open, and neighbors could see us clearly. Greg led the way, finding the kitchen and putting down the pizza. Tyler followed him, and I brought up the rear. It gave me a chance to check out Tyler's ass. It was a textbook example of a swimmer's bubble butt: a firm, rounded ass. My cock was getting hard already. I wanted to bend him over, and spend my evening rimming that hole, opening it up and getting him ready for a sustained, athletic fucking. Luckily, the smell of the pizza brought me back to reality. I pulled out some beers from the fridge, and handed them to the boys. "Over the sink," I said to Greg, guessing he was looking for plates. He grabbed three, and handed them around. We dug into the pizza. The two boys lived up to the reputation of teenagers, plowing through nearly all of the pizza in the time it took me to eat two slices. As they finished their beers, I offered them another, which they accepted greatfully. Finally, as their eating slowed down, they began to talk a bit more, telling each other about their day. Tyler started to ask me about myself. "Where's your family?" he asked, examining a picture of the four of us over the dinner table. "My son is off at college. And my wife and daughter are visiting colleges." "So, all alone this week," he said. "Yeah." "Awesome." He got up and stared at the picture again. "Good looking family," he said. There was a hint of longing there, like he wanted the same stability suggested by the picture. Greg also heard the longing in Tyler's voice. He jumpedg up, and wrapped his arms around Tyler. He started to nibble his brother's neck tenderly, an act far more sexual but also more intimate than I had expected. Tyler leaned back and returned the kiss, the two boy's tongues entwined. Greg's hand ran over Tyler's flat stomach, lifiting his shirt and letting me see a light trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. Greg caught me staring, and grinned at me. We knew that Tyler was going to be naked soon enough. "Want to watch some TV?" Greg asked Tyler. "Yeah, that would be cool," Tyler answered. I got up, and directed the boys down to the basement. They held hands as they walked down the stairs together. At the bottom, they kicked off their shoes, and jumped on the couch. I grabbed the remotes, and sat next to them on the couch. "That doesn't work sir," Greg said. He crawled over me, and I was soon sandwiched between the two boys. They each put their arms around me, resting their heads on my chest. "Which of you is the older one?" I asked. Tyler said, "He is." Almost at the same time, Greg said, "I am." The two boys laughed. Greg reached over, and started to unbotton my shirt. "Don't hide that chest, Sir." "And which of you is the good twin? And which is the evil twin?" It was a question they were probably sick of, but I had to ask it. "It depends," Greg said. Once again, almost simultaneously, Tyler said, "It depends." "I do the stupid things," Greg went on. "But, Tyler's the troubled one, Sir." He reached across me and gave Tyler a deep kiss. The two boys rested their heads against my chest as they made out. As they broke off the kiss, Tyler spoke. "Greg will hit the ball into the street. But I'm the one who runs into the street without looking to bring it back to him." It was a surprising amount of self-awareness for a nineteen year-old. "What do you want to watch?" I asked. Greg had finished unbuttoning my shirt, and had started to play with a nipple. My cock was responding, and I was trying anything that would serve to distract him from playing with my body any more. Unfortunately, Greg was at least a step ahead of me. "I want to watch you make out with Tyler," he said. Tyler didn't wait and leaned in, his soft lips brushing against mine. I could smell the hint of chlorine on his warm skin, as well as the musky, arousing presence of a teenaged boy. He pressed his body against mine; I hoped he couldn't feel my cock stir and grow in response. If he did, he didn't indicate it. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and let his hands explore my hairy chest. "Such a fucking sexy daddy," he whispered. Despite his whisper, I knew that Greg also had heard what he said. He didn't let me respond, forcing his tongue back into my mouth. As he did, he shifted position, climbing on top of me and straddling my waist. My cock was straining against my jeans, and I knew he felt it, pressing up into his ass. Greg moved behind Tyler, lifting Tyler's shirt up and off. Like his brother, Tyler had a smooth, muscular chest, just a hint of hair leading out of his jeans. I wondered if his ass was just as sweet as his brother's. But I knew I'd be finding out soon enough, and just savored the delicate uncertainity of the moment and Tyler's tongue exploring my mouth. In the meantime, Greg was pressing Tyler against me, forcing Tyler's smooth skin against my hairy chest. Greg had moved around, and I could see him staring at the two of us kissing. "Fuck yeah, little bro. Making out with our daddy," he said. Greg reached down and unbuttoned Tyler's jeans. Like Greg and myself, Tyler wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free. I could feel his hard shaft against my stomach, a hint of wettness at the tip. "Fuck, bro, you're hard as a rock," Greg said. "You want to ride Dad's cock, don't you?" Tyler didn't answer out loud. Instead, he kept on making out with me, and shook his head "yes." My own cock was just as hard as Tyler's, but still constrained by my jeans. "Get up," Greg said to Tyler. Tyler reluctantly broke off the kiss and stood up. "Strip down, bro," Greg told him. He turned to me, "You too, Dad." Silently, Tyler let his pants drop, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. Greg pulled off his shirt, throwing it in the corner, then pulled off his pants and jock. The two boys were equally well-endowed, with at least 8.5" inches, and surprisingly thick. Tyler had an obvious tanline, his firm young buttocks highlighted by the lighter skin. "Stop staring, and start stripping," Greg told me. Greg was clearly used to taking charge, and fell naturally into the role of directing all of us around. "Yes, boy," I said, emphasizing the "boy." I took off my shirt, and stepped out of my pants. Just like my two boys, my cock was sticking straight up, and hard. Tyler moved next to me, his hand dropping down and grabbing my cock. Greg followed his lead, and soon the three of us were stroking each other's cocks, and making out in a tangled web of hands, penises, and tongues. As the two boys stroked each other and myself, I let my hands explore their firm cheeks. Greg's crack was still slippery and wet from our earlier fucking. Tyler's ass was surprisingly smooth, compared to the thick hair I had twirled around Greg's hole earlier in the day. "Yeah, I shave it for him," Greg said, noticing my surprise. "Do you guys only play..." I trailed off, not sure quite exactly what I was asking. I wasn't sure how to ask them, but finally I just went for it. "I mean, do you only play with guys?" "Yeah, mostly," Tyler said. "We've done some threeways with a girl before." "Mostly guys," Greg echoed. "Other than Greg, men." He was staring at me intently, and it was clear what he meant by "men." Thinking about the two of them making love, one boy's cock buried deep in the other boy's hole made my cock drip. "Like that idea Daddy?" Greg asked, noticing my dick leaking. "Like knowing we're fucking each other every chance we can get?" My cock dribbled even more. "Clean up our Dad, Tyler," he said to his younger brother. "Can I Daddy?" Tyler asked me. I nodded, and he dropped to his knees, and carefully licked off the pre-cum from the tip of my shaft. He savored the precious liquid, then opened his mouth and took my head in a single gulp. Even though I had just fucked his brother hours earlier, I desperately needed another release, but this time I wanted it to go deep into Tyler. I wanted him to be forever mine. "Fuck boy, that feels so damn good," I moaned, grabbing the back of his head. I pulled ever so slightly on his skull. He read my needs, and swallowed the entire length of my cock. I wasn't as big as him or his brother, but still a respectable eight inches. He had clearly had years of experience sucking his brother's cock, and took me to the base without any trace of hesitation or gag. "Yeah, take all of our Daddy's cock, bro," Greg said, urging him on. Greg kneeled down next to Tyler, and started to lick my balls. Tyler pulled off my cock, and the two of them began to simultaneously suck my shaft. It was an amazing sight, these two hot boys sucking on my erection. I held their heads in place, and gently pistoned in and out, feeling their mouths against my shaft. I couldn't remember how many times I had jerked off to a video showing two guys or two girls on a cock, and now it was coming true. Not only was it two guys, but two brothers. And not only two brothers, but two hot studs, each egging the other on to get more of my manhood. "Damn boys, that feels good. But, Tyler," I said, "I need to fuck you." Watching his pale ass bounce up and down as he sucked me off was driving me crazy. I wanted to be inside that perfect hole and feel the warmth of his body against mine. "Right on. I got the first load, bro. But you're going to get the long fuck," Greg said. "It's your turn to take the fat daddy dick." Greg pulling off my cock, and standing up next to me. Tyler started to suck me off again, taking the entire length of my shaft into his mouth. He was clearly happy to have it all to himself again, not having to share my manhood with his brotherq. Greg and I made out briefly, before he pulled Tyler off my cock. "I know how much you love to suck cock, Tyler, but it's time for you to get fucked," he told his little brother. Greg pushed me back onto the couch. "Ready, Dad?" he asked me. But I didn't think I had a choice. He wanted to see his own twin brother impaled on my cock. "Fuck yeah, I am," I answered. Greg guided Tyler in front of me, his ass right on level with my face. Just as perfect as Greg's, it was smooth and pale, the tan line only acentuating the beautiful curves. I needed no prompting from Greg, and dove in, spreading the boy's cheeks. My tongue found his smooth, clean hole and began to dig in. Tyler squirmed in pleasure as I rimmed his hole, pushing against me, trying to get my tongue deeper into his hole. I knew what he needed, what I needed. But I didn't want to make it too easy for him. I held back as much as I could, teasing his smooth hole. Every once in a while, I would run my beard against his hole. I knew how the rough hair against his sensitive hole would drive him crazy. While eating out Tyler's hole, Greg produced a bottle of lube. Where he found it, I didn't know. He sat down in front of me, and started to grease up my tool. "Condom?" I asked him, momentarily interrupting my ass-eating. "No, Dad. You need to breed your boy properly," Greg said. "He needs your sperm inside of him." I was surprised by his matter-of-fact tone, but let my cock do my thinking. I didn't protest. If I thought hard about it, I was happy that he hadn't made me bag my manhood. I wanted to be completely inside of Tyler, completely connected with him. But I also wondered how safe these twins were. I knew I wasn't the first man they had played with, and tried not to think about everyone else I was effectively sleeping with. "Please, Daddy, shoot in me," Tyler said. "I need your sperm in me." His eager tones only confirmed my suspicions about his desires. "Of course, boy," I answered. Tyler stood up and turned around, facing me. He straddled me on the couch, my cock slipped between his cheeks and nestled right up against his soft, warm hole. "You want this?" I asked him. "Please. Yes," he said, leaning into kiss me. I could feel more of his weight resting on my cockhead and I knew it wouldn't take much more effort before I would just slip into him. "I need this, Daddy." "I know boy." I rested my hands on his hips, and pushed him down. Thanks to my spit and the lube Greg had spread on my cock, there only the slightest bit of resistance from his hole as my cockhead popped into him. I paused, stopping my penetration and savoring the warm wetness engulfing my cock. Tyler closed his eyes, and concentrated on my cock filling his ass. I pulled him closer, giving him a long, deep kiss. As we made out, Tyler lowered himself down further, taking more of my shaft in his body. Feeling myself inside of him was like exploring a room I had just discovered in my own house. It was both infinitely familiar and comforting, but also new and exciting. Tyler took the entire length of my manhood like a seasoned professional, and only stopped when he hit the base of my cock. "Fuck yeah, bro," Greg said, staring at my cock disappearing into his brother's ass. "Take that daddy dick like you were born to do it." We were still kissing, hearing Greg's words, but lost in our own world. I wrapped my arms around Tyler, making sure he stayed right on my cock, but also pulling him closer to me. There was an exquisite feeling of connection between the two of us. It had been a long time since I had felt this close to another person, male or female. I tried my best not to cum right then. I wanted so badly to mark this boy as mine, to never share him with anyone else. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Hard," Tyler moaned, starting to ride my cock. The sensation of his hole around my cock filled my world. I could barely control myself other than bucking my hips to get deeper into his body. Answering him was simply beyond my capabilities, and I didn't even try. We continued to kiss, continued to get my cock deep into Tyler's body, and continued to build a deep connection between two men. Of course, we were trying to build that much more difficult and rewarding connection between a older man and a boy right on the cusp of adulthood. But that connection was being made. My penis was leaking like a faucet, starting to mark Tyler as mine. I could feel with each stroke into Tyler's body how wet and slippery he was becoming. I very soon I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, and would have to shoot my load into my boy. Almost from the first moment I had seen Tyler, I had thought of him as "my" boy. Finally getting to fuck him was only soldifying that feeling of connection. The speed of development and depth of the connection was surprising. It was like we were pre-destined to be this close. "I want to breed you, my boy," I said. My balls were pulling up tight, and I knew I was getting close. "Shoot my load into my boy's hole." "Please, Daddy. Don't pull out. Shoot your load deep in your boy," Tyler answered. "Breed me." The need in Tyler's voice was palpable, and I physically couldn't deny him what we both wanted and needed so badly.