Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 10:19:25 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: BilliBob - chapter 3 BILLIBOB'S FAREWELL For more than two years, I had become a very good friend of the twins, Billy and Bobby, now better known as Billibob. Although I was their friend, I still somehow maintained my authority as director at the Rec Center. Whenever they played a joke on other kids, or pulled some stunt on the staff, I was the one that decided what punishment was appropriate. Sometimes, I would suspend them from using the Rec Center. Other times, I would not let them compete on the swim team. They hated that. They liked it if I made them stay in my office. Then I had to stay with them. After the time I took them on the fifty mile hike, they would quickly come up with games to play in the office that they thought was as much fun as the pranks they played on others. At times, they used me like a play toy. Other times, it was obvious I was using them to please me. They were teens now. They knew as well as I did that they were changing into young men. Not long after the twins spotted fuzz growing above their dick, it had turned into quiet a few hairs. Billy seemed to be shyer about it than Bobby did. In fact, Bobby loved sharing his new changes and body with me. We spent a lot of time together when we could get to be alone without being missed. Bobby and I were in the office one day. I had greased up and slid inside him. As he sat on my lap, I would rock him back and forth teasing his love button. This time, his orgasm was much stronger than usual. He began to thrust hard into my hand. I could feel his shaft throb several times. About the third time, a stream of mostly clear cum shot up onto his chest. His whole body was rigid. As he recoiled from the first one, the second landed just below it. A little more oozed out over the head. I got so excited I pumped my own load as his body jerked and squeezed my shaft, but this was Bobby's moment. As he came down from his first real cum load, I had already scooped up part of it and was tasting it. Needless to say, it tasted great. Bobby was coming of age. He showed Billy that same night. A day or two later, Billy demonstrated his ability to do it too. Before the year was over, the two of them were sporting five-inch hard ons, shooting off several times a day (at times), and showing a lot of fuzz. Both came to the office from time to time to play, and to measure the length. On campouts, we would still slip off together "to have fun being bad". The twins had also picked up other friends of their own, though. They knew I had other friends, too. Both of them became very involved in the scout program. Bobby became good friends with Dwight, the blond scout that liked boys. They were the same age. He and Dwight shared tents on campouts, and often played around at the Rec Center. Bobby openly admitted he liked "humping Dwight". He wasn't alone. Poor little Dwight was pretty busy. A lifeguard caught Dwight on the bottom side of an older boy in the pump room. Dwight was getting pumped. We agreed to let it go. The twins decided on their own to leave Dwight alone. All good things have to come to an end. For Billibob and I, it came to a mutual ending. Their dad came to the Rec Center to let me know they were inviting me to a "Going Away Party". He had accepted an offer to head up a supply company in another city. The family was moving. The twins told me in their own way in the Rec Center. Two sad boys finished our last sex games by hugging, and even allowing me to kiss them. Bobby had no problem with it. Billy liked it, but still smiled and teased "It's still queer," before I could protest, he simply threw his arms around me and pushed our lips together to show me what he had learned. "WOW !" About six months later, I resigned to accept a better job at another location. I have not seen Billibob since. I have dealt with several other sets of identical twins, but none as much alike as Billibob - and none as lovable. --- I hope you enjoyed my story. I'd love to hear from you. Email me at docipoo@hotmail.com.