Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 10:19:25 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: BilliBob - chapter 1

THE TWINS BILLIBOB

As a youth program director, I've had a few sets of twins come and go, but
the set I will remember best came and went years ago. They were identical
boys with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and lots of freckles. Billy and
Bobby joined my program when they were only eight years old. For the first
couple of years, they were just two chubby, cute little kids that were full
of mischief and energy. I didn't have that much to do with the younger
kids.

Another assistant handled that.

My duties as community youth program director included numerous programs,
such as scouting, field trips, sports, and running the local recreation
center. I was in my late thirties, but kept in good shape. Since the
recreation center included an indoor gym, basketball court, Olympic-sized
pool, video room, various craft rooms, a sauna, outdoor tennis courts,
picnic areas, and even a baseball field, I also had a staff of some ten
people to help.

Those using the facilities mostly saw this director as an authority figure.

The twins came to my attention early on because of a game they liked to
play with others. The boys were aggressive and loved to play jokes on
teachers and people who couldn't tell them apart. My staff and volunteers
were going nuts trying to tell one twin from the other. When the boys would
play a joke on someone, they would give the wrong name and/or deny it was
them, always blaming the other one.

I put a stop to that one day, by declaring that both would have to share
the blame. Because I never knew which one i was talking to, I decided their
new name would be Billibob - not Billy and Bobby. Despite their protests,
the new name stuck. From my office, I could call over an intercom
system. The most often call seemed to be "Billibob to the office". Everyone
knew the twins were in trouble again.

The twins also loved sports and outdoor activities. When they turned ten,
they saw a lot more of me. Both of them had passed the test for the junior
swim team. I ran it. They also signed up for the Webelos Scouts, a Cub
Scout group I ran that met every week. Despite my authority to suspend them
or to call their parents in to pick them up for misconduct, the boys showed
no dislike for me. In fact, they tried even harder to please me.

Sometimes, I would make them sit quietly in my office instead of making
them leave. Although they hated having "quiet time", they preferred it to
suspension. So did I. The boys would fidget and twist while sitting in
chairs facing my desk. Trying not to be noticed, I would glance up to see
if I could get a look up their loose gym shorts they always wore. Most of
the time, of course, all I could see was the Superoo underwear so popular
then.

They also had one other legitimate gripe. Sometimes, both of them would be
punished even if only one was guilty. Even though they hated my "unfair
punishment", neither would tell me how to tell one from the other. That
problem was resolved one day when a twin absolutely refused to obey a
lifeguard in the pool. Rules at the swim pool are strictly enforced. I was
called to the pool. I wasn't sure which twin had caused the problem, but I
felt I had to back up the lifeguard.

"Billibob - out of the pool!" my voice thundered as I approached the
pool. "Go to my office!"

A few minutes later, an upset mother listened as I explained I would not
have ten year olds refusing to listen to my lifeguards. The boys sat there
with their heads bowed. Both denied they were to blame.

"Enough is enough!" Mom boomed. "Stand up! ... Drop your swimsuit. DO IT
NOW!!"

Two red-faced boys did as they were told. Each slowly slid his swimsuit
about half way to his knees. Both looked at his cute little family jewels,
then down at the floor. Mom pointed to Billy, and he shyly opened his
thighs so I could see. Just below his tiny little balls on the left side
was a dime-sized mole. It was flat so, so you wouldn't notice it at all
unless you were looking for it. Bobby had to show that he didn't have
one. Neither twin seemed to be shy about being exposed. Both were upset
that mom had given away their secret. I tried not to stare, but their penis
and their balls were also identical - and gorgeous.

Both also had beautiful bubble shaped buns, but I already knew that. They
were wearing Speedos. While they waited, mom explained she had no trouble
at home with identity because they knew they would just have to drop their
pants. We agreed identity would be my secret, but if they refused to "fess
up", I could always take them to my office, and check. Both of us thought
that would be the end of my problem.

The twins continued to get in trouble, but it was usually both of
them. They asked if they could just "do quiet time" to keep from
suspension. I often agreed. But now, they seemed to be catching on to my
game of looking up their shorts. Instead of seeing the usual Superoos, I
was often looking at bare skin. No underwear. They would deliberately lift
their legs or spread them to show as much as possible. If I happened to see
their balls or their penis, they would just look away pretending not to
notice my eyes glued to the show. I wasn't about to say anything, or to
stop the game. It was cute... and I knew them well enough to know it would
go further. They were feeling more comfortable with me.

My next break came during a swim practice. One of the twins was teasing
another boy who was trying to stop it. The twin kept pulling the boy's
swimsuit down in front of other boys. No big deal usually since the boys
often showered and dressed together. This time though the other boy had
sprung a boner. The twin had showed the others, who laughed at him. I
didn't ask the twin's name. I just grabbed him by the arm and headed for my
office.

"Drop them!" I ordered.

He didn't argue. Down came the Speedos. "Spread 'em!"

He did. This time, I checked by kneeling in front of him. There it
was... the mole. Just above it was his half-hard little toy staring me in
the face. I told Billy he was busted, and would spend practice sitting on
the side. I also changed his swim suit so he couldn't switch identities
with Bobby unnoticed.

To get even, the twins came to wrestling practice. When it was over, I
joined the group in a free-for-all. The twins soon had me cornered and were
all over me. Whenever they could get me down on the mat, the twins would
sit on my chest or crawl across my head. They were wearing loose wrestling
shorts -without jocks. I could easily see their little balls and dick
waving in my face. I tried not to let it bother me. No such luck. I was
springing a hard on in front of a dozen boys, and a few parents. Thank
goodness, the jock strap held it back. The twins knew though. They would
"accidentally" rub against it. A few other boys also checked it out, and
smiled at me.

As soon as possible, I slipped off to my office, locked the door, and found
some relief.

Not ready to be discouraged, the twins extended the teasing to the swim
pool. Whenever I would join the other boys, the twins would try to de-pants
me by pulling down my boxer type swim suit. It didn't work. I had on a
drawstring that prevented that. I would then grab one of them, pull his
Speedos off, and toss them to the other twin. The victim would usually
giggle as I stole a quick feel of his jewels as I pulled off the swim
suit. After a while, they would hold still as I held them close by working
over the little stiff and pressing my own stiff between their buns. It
became part of the game.

After a swim, all of us would shower. If it were an evening that I had to
close the center, I would watch the others shower, then shower last so I
could close the pool, then the center. If I was there when the boys were
showering and dressing, I would sometimes have to retreat to my office
because of a hard on coming on. At times, an older boy would join me for
some fun.

The Billibob twins were good swimmers and seldom ever missed a swim,
especially if it was a night the swim team was there. Normally, that was
not a problem.

They changed all that in one night. There was nothing shy about them, so I
wasn't surprised when they shucked off their suits and proceeded to shower,
but I was surprised when one of them urged me to join them. As we showered,
one or the other of the twins would accidentally back into me and wiggle a
little. I would laugh it off, but it was having an effect on me.

My attempts to keep from showing my pleasure were failing. My seven-inch
toy was beginning to enlarge. That didn't bother them. They knew I wasn't
going to try anything in front of the others. When I would try to slip out
of the shower, one of them would start soaping down my back. I would
attempt to rinse off without showing my erection.

Ever try rinsing off in front of a dozen or more boys without showing a
hard on? It's not possible. There were giggles and boys openly staring at
my problem. Most of them were also showing a boner. In practically no time
at all, everyone in the shower was quickly slipping off into the dressing
room to hide their stiffies. I finally managed to back off, red-faced but
amused that I was seeing so many boys so aroused. I grabbed a towel as I
headed toward my office to once again relieve myself... the story of my
life.

The next step came just a few days later. The twins had just turned
eleven. I was filling in for a lifeguard that night at the late swim. The
twins were staying until the pool closed. We played around in the water
together, as usual. It was wrestling, tag, and stunt games. Tonight, they
had been well behaved and other than the usual attempts to de-pants me, we
were getting along fine. They even helped me clean up around the pool as I
prepared to close it.

The three of us headed to the shower. Each of us stripped and soaped up. I
wasn't worried about being teased since everyone else had left by
now. During idle chat, the twins confided that they had found out about
jerking off, and were very much into it for the last few months. I shrugged
it off as normal, and told them everybody does it. They had heard
that. They told me they had also jerked off each other. It was fun. I
wasn't sure where they were going with this, but smiled just thinking about
these two dolls jerking each other off.

Needless to say I was soon showing another hard on. I took a couple of
strokes on it to show that I was O K with it, and with them. They quickly
took the hint. Billy and Bobby soaped each other down, paying a lot of
attention to the dick and balls. Knowing I was hot and bothered by this,
they just smiled as they played with each other.

No rush - just two twins enjoying a friendly jerk-off. I was dying. There
was no way I was going to touch two boys who knew they had me over the
barrel the moment I crossed the line into sex.

"You got a really big one." Billy observed. "It really feels neat when
somebody else plays with it. Can I just touch it? We ain't gay though. We
don't suck dicks. I just want to touch it."

All I could do at this point was nod "yes". I felt like a damned fool. The
twins were leading me into a new experience. I had never had to trust two
boys with a background of teasing. I had never had two boys tease me into
having sex with both of them on their conditions. I had never ...oh, what
the hell ...I couldn't have said no if my life depended on it.

Within seconds after Billy began feeling my dick, then my balls, I was
returning the favor. Bobby wasted no time getting into the new game. The
boys had the cutest little dicks. Both were cut. The shafts were not more
than two inches stiff. I used my thumb and a finger to slowly stroke each
of them.

Somewhere along the way, I pulled Billy back against me with my dick
sticking out from between his legs. He watched as I played with his boy
toy, and began rubbing the head of mine.

"Billy's about to get that funny feeling that we like." Bobby was smiling
ear to ear.

That's where it got really weird. Billy was soon moaning and his dick
started jerking. His toes curled up and he thrust his hips into my hand
trying desperately to shoot a load that just wasn't there. Bobby had been
jerking his too. He stopped. His body began to jerk as he started to
moan. His toes curled up, and his hips thrust forward
frantically. Identical reactions.

Both were climaxing. But I was only working over Billy. I had heard of
twins having the same reactions, but this was the first time I had seen one
get jerked off so both could enjoy it. I am still convinced Bobby was
feeling the same reaction as his twin - and he knew it. (It would not be
the last time I would observe this behavior.) Both boys were totally
exhausted from our first mutual experience, and sat on a bench watching as
I jerked off frantically in front of them. I had lost it. I had to get some
relief.

"JEEZ ! I never saw a grownup do that!" Billy exclaimed to Bobby.

I wasn't done. I shot several more streams of cum onto the floor in front
of them. As much as i wanted to do more with these boys, I was embarrassed
that I had lost control. I also needed to close up and get them home. Then
maybe I could go get drunk. On the way home with them, I explained that I
had "crossed the line that forbids boys and men to touch each other in this
way."

"DUUUH ! YOU THINK!" Billy teased. "It was kinda our idea anyway. We never
done this kinda stuff with a grownup before. Sure was fun. We'll keep
quiet, but we want to do it again. O K?"

For a couple of weeks, when it was my turn to close up, we did pretty much
the same thing again. The only difference was that one of the twins would
jerk me off. Their idea. They really loved watching me squirm and feeling
my dick throb as I "made sperm for them". They couldn't wait to make their
own.

Sometimes, on days I didn't close, they would come to my office "for being
bad" We would lock the door and "have fun being bad". During chats, I was
able to find out the twins also had fun being bad with each other, and on a
few occasions with a couple of friends. The names were not mentioned, nor
were the friends ever invited to join us.

The twins had also joined the older boys (Boy Scouts) camping program. They
heard about the sex games these boys liked to play. These scouts ranged in
age from eleven to seventeen, and liked to compare dicks, balls, and even
had jerk-off contests. To my surprise, it didn't change the twins. They
still liked meeting with me.

We talked about what the scouts did at meetings and on campouts. They
didn't mind being initiated on their first camping trip. It didn't amount
to much more than some good natured teasing - no actual sex. At the
campsite, a senior scout (15) had offered "I'll give a five to the scout
that will blow me tonight." Of course, I wasn't there, but the twins told
me.

The twins didn't fall for that, but another new boy had talked to the
senior privately. They were sure a deal was made. That night, I watched as
the senior scout and a new scout slipped off alone. I followed them to a
clearing nearby. The new boy was seated on a stump in front of the
senior. I also spotted two other senior scouts watching from just outside
the clearing.

The senior was soon feeding the new scout a nice hard dick. He was doing
well too. The senior boy, Nelson, was moaning loudly and telling the boy
how good it felt. His two friends watched from a log close enough to see
everything. About the time Nelson was praising the new boy for "swallowing
my load", the other two seniors made their presence known.

Nelson introduced them to the boy. Not only was Nelson talking about "five
inches of dick - not five dollars", but he also offered to keep his mouth
shut about the "gay boy" if he would blow his friends. The new boy was now
in tears. News of his talents would be shared with the other scouts - and
probably the school.

"I don't think the boy got a fair deal." I spoke loudly as I stepped into
the clearing shining my flashlight at Nelson's dick (still stiff) and the
other boys. Nelson dropped his shorts out of shock, then fell trying to
run. The two others pleaded that they hadn't done anything but watch.

"SIT DOWN - ALL OF YOU!" I barked.

No argument. They sat on the log suddenly very quiet and frightened. The
new boy still sobbed. I'm sure he thought things had just gone from bad to
worse. "How many others are going to come out of the woods?" he must have
thought.

"You got five dollars with you, Nelson?" I asked calmly. "NO? Then you owe
that boy a blowjob. I suggest you return the one he gave you if you don't
want me to tell the troop what a faggot you are. I bet there are other boys
in the troop that you owe a blowjob. How many? I need to know before we
talk to your parents. Your friends are going to show me and the new scout
how to jerk off so they don't have to explain anything. Their parents would
love to hear they were queering off in the woods, right guys?"

Nelson pleaded. He would pay the boy five dollars. I agreed. After he
finished blowing the boy, he could pay him five dollars to keep
quiet. After I repeated my offer, I told them they could accept my plan or
we go back to camp to get the other leaders up. It would be too late then
to make a deal. The other two boys pleaded with Nelson.

"Easy for you guys to just stand there and jerk off, but I would have to
blow a guy in front of the scout leader. " Nelson was in tears.

"That kid blew you in front of us and the scout leader. Either you do what
he did or we tell about the other one. You got that?" Nelson's friends
weren't sounding friendly.

Nelson was sat on the stump. The new scout was firmly instructed to put his
"thingy" in Nelson's mouth until I told him to take it out. At first,
Nelson pretended he was just holding it. The other two boys dropped their
shorts and started jerking off in front of him. After watching his friends
jerk off for him, I think Nelson got excited. He wasn't just holding it -
he was working that little stiffie over pretty well. By the time those boys
shot off, that new boy must have reached orgasm several times. It was all I
could do to wait until it was over before I slipped off alone to jerk off.

Not long after that campout, Bobby came to see me. The new scout had told
them what happened. So much for secrecy. Billy had decided to find out what
it was like to get a blowjob. He had waited until Bobby was asleep the
night before.... then he put his dick to Bobby's mouth. Bobby had opened
his mouth, and then woke up to find Billy pumping away. He sounded really
upset about it.

"Billy tricked me. He stuck his dick in my mouth when I was asleep." Bobby
whined.

"And?...." I asked, not sure if Bobby was serious.

"That's gay I sucked his dick." Bobby tried to sound angrier.

"So tonight you tell Billy he has to suck you - or no more sex." I
suggested.

"But ..." Bobby paused. "That scout that sucked Nelson liked doing
that. Did you know he sucked off the other two scouts after the campout? "

"Bobby, what has that got to do with you and Billy?" I was a little
confused.

"I let Billy do it. I liked it." Bobby was smiling.

"OH! Well, it's all right to like blowjobs, but I don't think I would tell
anyone. Lots of guys like blowjobs. You could wind up very busy and very
gay. Wait until you are older to decide. Maybe after you meet some girls
when you have a big dick and fat balls, you can decide. Until then, we'll
see that your "thingy" gets plenty of exercise."

Bobby giggled. "Wanna do it now?"

Thinking he wanted to jerk off again, I agreed. We both dropped our pants
to have some fun. Bobby suddenly got down on his knees in front of my chair
just as I sat back down. He quickly wrapped his hand around my engorged
shaft as if to work it over for me. After a few strokes, he leaned forward
to lick the precum off the head of my pride. I froze.

Bobby was going for it. His lips were now slowly sliding over the head. His
tongue was licking and probing. This was now his show. No way would I stop
him. He wanted this. I watched as his mouth slid a few more inches of my
shaft inside. He was starting to suck as well as lick. Soon, he was rocking
way too fast, bobbing up and down taking what he could handle. I was going
to shoot a lot faster than I wanted to.

"Bobby...back off!" I chirped weakly. I didn't really want him to, but I
didn't want to scare him off either.

He didn't back off. And I went into "OVERLOAD". My shaft was throbbing. I
held bobby's mouth in place with both hands as I thrust my dick all the way
in. He gagged. I backed off, but only long enough to thrust forward
again. He took the load, swallowing as I plunged deep into his
throat. Then, it was over. I slowly came down from my high.

"WOW !!! You were good." I gasped.

As Bobby was trying to figure out what had just happened, I switched places
with him and returned the favor. Even after he came, I think he was still
amazed that he had just swallowed his first load.

It was not his last. A short time later, Billy had given in and blew
Bobby. The three of us had soon gone to the next level. They had also
turned twelve. Their body was starting to change. Their "thingies" were now
dicks - growing longer and bigger. Their balls were just starting to grow
and drop. Orgasms were becoming more intense. Sex games were becoming more
than that. They were now more serious.

The twins still loved what we were doing, but were becoming more anxious to
cum for me. I was as anxious as they were to see them share their first
cum. We practiced often.

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