Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1998 08:33:48 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: The Hunter Twins

I went to one of those small exclusive New England prep schools which 
are connected to a small equally exclusive college. This one was located 
in the rolling hills of western Massachusetts. At the time the prep 
school was going through an expansion. I returned to school at the start 
of my senior year to find that my dorm was not available. They were 
doubling the size of the dorm, but work had been delayed so a dozen 
seniors had no place to stay.

A solution was worked out, we were housed, for this semester, across 
campus at the college on the top floor of the freshman dorm. It was 
fucking great. Lots less supervison. At school we had a "House Master" 
ever present; in the dorms upper classmen served as "Resident 
Assistants." Ours didn't give a shit what happened as long the building 
remained intact, he never came out of his room.

Billy Mason and I had been rooming together since our freshman year. We 
respected each other and got along as roommates, but we weren't exactly 
friends. He was very smart, but defined the word geek. It was perfect 
for me. In the first place Billy spent most of his time out of the room, 
either in the chemistry lab or the library, which meant I pretty much 
had a private room.  Second, there was absolutely nothing about him 
which turned me on, the last thing I needed was some hunky stud sleeping 
two feet from me or walking around the room with a bulging morning 
hardon. Billy and I would again be roomies, but in the dorm we were 
going to have to share a 4 man suite. We would share one room in which 
we'd sleep and store our possessions, but we'd be sharing a bathroom and 
study area with two other guys. As it turned out we were the only 
preppys who had to share a suite with college freshmen. Our suite mates 
were the Hunter twins. 

Though I don't think I have the talent to give you a real feeling for 
what they looked like, just let me say "Viking Gods" springs to mind 
when you see them. One was the exact mirror image of the other, 
absolutely perfect male specimens. Thick, loosely curled, flaxen blond 
hair; eyes the color of an icy mountain lake; bodies which seemed 
sculpted from translucent alabaster, each muscle distinctly defined, 
hard and well proportioned; and faces which froze you to them, so 
beatiful while at the same time masculine and rugged. Add their looks to 
the fact that they were soccer jocks and you can understand why I broke 
into a sweat when I first met them. I was in real trouble.

Things worked out pretty well for the first few weeks. Billy and I had 
to be up, out and at school by 7:30 every morning, so we never ran into 
the twins in the morning, their first class was at 9:00. They never 
showered in the suite at night because they both did so at the gym 
following soccer practice or a work-out. I went home to Worcester every 
weekend so other than seeing them in their jockey shorts there wasn't 
much temptation to deal with, just enough to spice a few jerk offs.

Then right after Thanksgiving break the heating system in the classroom 
building at our school shit the bed; all classes we cancelled for two 
days. Billy of course got up as usual, showered and left for the college 
library to study. I didn't drag my lazy ass out of bed until 10:00.

I sleep naked and since I assumed I was the only one in the suite I 
didn't bother to put anything on as I made my way to the john to empty 
my full bladder. For me, the only thing that comes close to getting off, 
in terms of physical pleasure, is that first morning pee. When I'd 
finished I shook off the last few drops, flopping my still semi-hard 
cock a little more than necessary. 

I'd noticed that the door from the bathroom to the twins' room was open; 
being nosey, instead of returning to my room I stuck my head into their 
room to have a look. Just what you'd expect in a jock's room. The walls 
were covered by posters of various sports stars or big titted babes. The 
floor was strewn with books, odd pieces of clothing and numerous Playboy 
and Penthouse magazines. I was just about to turn and go back to my room 
when something caught my eye. A white face towel was clumped up right 
next to the unmade bed. I glanced across at the other bed, sure enough 
it had a matching clumped towel. I knew what they were. Good judgement 
cast to the winds I padded my naked little butt into the room and picked 
up the white clump next to the bed on the right. I held it to my nose 
and sniffed the unmistakable scent of a recent male ejaculation.

My cock was on the rise. I carefully replaced the cloth into as close to 
its original position as possible, turned and bent down to pick up its 
mate. Again I held it up to my face and inhaled the lusty aroma of fresh 
cum. My dick was stretched out long and hard, throbbing in promise of 
releasing some male liquid of its own. The smell had been enough to make 
me hornier than I'd been in weeks; add to it the fact that the twins had 
engaged in an early morning beat off session with the certain knowledge 
that they'd have had to do it together was enough to make my knees weak.

I walked back into the bathroom pulling the door closed behind me. The 
only question in my mind, was I going beat off on my bed or in the 
shower. I decided to save time and do it in the shower. I went into my 
room, grabbed my kit bag, a towel and headed back to the bathroom. I 
placed the bag on a sink, hung the towel on a hook and turned on the 
water of the shower on the left hand side of the two man shower stall.

Once the water was steamy hot I stepped under it. I gave the soap 
dispenser a couple of pumps and began to soap up my crotch covering my 
hard shaft and balls with thick, rich foamy suds. I cupped my large nuts 
with my left hand while my right slowly stroked up and down on my raging 
hardon. I was in real need, but I also wanted to draw out the pleasure 
as long as my weak will would allow.  

By this time the entire bathroom was engulfed in steam. I wanted to make 
my climax memorable. I leaned my body against the wall right under the 
shower head with the water cascading up and over me. I closed my eyes 
and pictured the buffed bulk of each twin's body sprawled over their 
beds staring at each other while each worked on his own thick slab.

I was lost in the steam and the fantasy. I didn't notice the door from 
the twins' room open. "Cool Dude, work that cock."

My eyes shot open. Standing there with nothing but a towel drapped 
around his neck was one of the Hunter twins, I couldn't tell if it was 
Tim or Tom, it didn't matter. My hands moved instinctively in a futile 
attempt to hide my rock hard meat. I didn't know if I should run or just 
die, in the event I just stood there looking horrified.

"Chill Dude, don't get freaked. Ain't too many things better than 
pullin' out a load. I do it at least 2 or 3 times a day. I was going to 
take a shower, but if you don't mind I think I'll join you first."

Without saying another word he hung up his towel, turned on the shower 
opposite me and stepped into the stall. He soaped his hand and began to 
stroke his fat, pink, circumsized cock which began to plump up 
considerably. I was frozen in place not believing what was happening.
Slowly, as I stared at the action in front of me, I began to stroke 
myself. Soon I was matching him stroke for stroke.

My eyes were riveted to the magnificent cock being fisted by this nordic 
stud. A cock dreams are made of, a perfectly shaped 7 incher with a pale 
thick shaft and a bright pink, meaty, helmut shaped head. I yearned for 
it; it must have shown in my face.

"One thing that's better than strokin' off is a good blow job," he said 
matter-of-factly." It went right over my head, so I didn't react, even 
if I could have.

"It's OK, man. Go for it, if that's your bag, I sure won't mind," he 
said, grasping his big club at its base and waving it in my direction.

Without another word I sank to my knees. He took two step forward and 
stopped. The flaring head of his dick was right in front of me at lip 
level. I open my mouth and with a small groan of pleasure swallowed the 
object of desire. At first he just stood there allowing me to have my 
way with it. I made love to that wonderful spike of man flesh with my 
lips and tongue. It was as though I'd never known such lustful pleasure. 
I sucked down the flow of his precum which acted like a love potion. I 
went crazy, I felt the shaft throbbing between my lips, I knew he was 
getting close, but I wanted it to last longer, forever. I pulled off him 
and began to munch on this large meaty balls, hoping this would bring 
him back from the edge. His moans, which had been low began to increase 
in volume and amount. He couldn't take much more pleasure. He wouldn't 
wait.

He took the back of my head in his strong hands pulling me up from his 
tight ballsac, guiding me back to his needy cock. Instead of releasing 
his grip he held my head in place, he flexed his knees and began to 
pound in and out of my mouth in a frenzy. I'd never before be face 
fucked, it was wonderful. Suddenly his entire body tensed, he straighten 
up, rose to the tip of his toes and pulled me up with him. He shoved the 
entire length of his dick into me, the head stuffing the entrance to my 
throat hold my head fast against the golden bush of his crotch. Then 
with a long male howl he unleased his load, pumping spurt after spurt of 
his cum straight down my throat. I managed to push him back a little, 
not only so I could get some air, but also because I didn't want all of 
his juice to bypass my taste buds. I had to savor the taste of him. I 
managed to capture 3 spurts on my tongue before the orgasm died down, 
but it was enough. As soon as the musky flavor ran through my mouth my  
hardon took on a life of it own, wildly spraying my load like some loose 
garden hose. I shot over my legs and even managed to splash some on the 
twin's left foot. 

We were both wasted, but he was the first to speak. "Dude you are one 
excellent cock sucker. If Tom and I had known there was such talent so 
close we'd have been puttin' it to ya a long time before this."

So this was Tim. I looked up into his blue eyes and just said softly, 
"any time either of you want it."

"Whoa, Dude, I don't know if you can handle that. Bro and I are two of 
the horniest studs you'll ever find. I'm not sure you can take all we've 
got, but you'll have all you can take."

"Like I said, anytime."

"How about say 8:00 tonight, after we get back from the gym. We 
generally have a jack off session about that time. I'd much rather have 
your mouth workin' me over, and I know Tom'll feel the same way."

"I'll come over around 8:00 then."

"Great, but I'd like to play a joke on Tom, so when you come over just 
play along with me."

"It a deal," I said as I got up from my knees. We both showered without 
saying another word, then returning to our respective rooms.  I spent 
the rest of the day with a hardon, just picturing the events to come. 


Double Your Pleasure, Hunter Twins 2

At 17 I really didn't have too much experience when it came to sex. To 
tell the truth, except for two summers of weekly servicing the 
neighborhood bully (that's a whole other story) I'd never done anything 
with anyone else. That isn't to say I didn't have an overactive fantasy 
life.  In my dreams and jack off sessions I sucked off a select number 
of males who'd I'd developed crushes on as I went through life. There 
was Mr. DeMello, my 8th grade social studies teacher; Sam Perkins, my 
scoutmaster; David Oliver, who'd been the senior BMOC when I was a 
freshman; Ken Davis, the soccer coach; and once or twice even my Dad. 
But none of those fantasies could come close to comparing with what 
happened in the shower that morning.

The vision of my kneeling in front of the viking god as he pounded his 
meat into my hungry throat kept me hard for most of the day. I knew I'd 
given him the blow job of his young life, not from experience, but from 
inspiration. My innate talent had come to full flower in the presence of 
Tim Hunter's masculine sexuality. I'd become a master of male 
pleasuring, a cockman.

I could hardly believe I hadn't dreamed the whole thing. Tim and his 
identical brother Tom had been objects of my lust since the first 
moment I saw them. I'd avoided too much contact with them because I 
feared I'd reveal my secret yearnings. 

Now I knew I was to have both of them. Tim had asked me to come by 
their room at 8:00. The thought of having him again made my head 
light; the knowledge that I'd also be having Tom had my stiff dick 
demanding immediate attention. Hard as it was I resisted the urge to 
beat off. I wanted to save all my sexual energy for the evening, with 
two studs to satisfy, I'd need it.

At about 6:00 my nerdy roommate, Billy Mason came back to the room from 
the library. I was kicked back on my bed, pictures of identical cocks 
running through my thoughts; I didn't even notice him come it.  When I 
became conscious of his presence he was just standing there staring at 
the hard bulge in my briefs.

"Whatta you lookin' at?" I was annoyed at having been pulled away from 
my pleasant thoughts.

"Geez," he said softly "you look like your in pain. I was going to ask 
if you wanted to go to the cafeteria, but maybe you just want to be 
alone."

"Nah," I'm horny, it's been like this all day. I kinda like having it 
hard, makes me feel alive. I'll take care of things later, after you go 
to the library. You are going back to the library?."

"Yeah, and you should too, exams are only two weeks away."

"I'm cool," I laughed "you go to the library, I've got other things to 
tend to."

He blushed, "yeah, I guess you do and if we keep talking about it I 
won't be able to study either."

I sure didn't want to encourage that so I said, "well then let's go to 
dinner." I wasn't really hungry, but it killed time and insured that I'd 
get Billy packed off before the Twins got back to the suite.  

It was 7:20 before I got back. I took a quick shower, dried off and 
dressed in a pair of sweat shorts and an overlarge matching gray tee 
shirt which hung down over the shorts, covering my everpresent bulge. I 
began pacing the length of the room.  At about 5 of 8:00 I heard noise 
coming from the Hunters' room. I took a deep breath, walked through the 
bathroom and knocked on their door.

The door opened. One twin was sprawled on the bed on the left wearing 
nothing but silky running shorts. His muscles were obviously pumped out 
from their recent workout. The twin standing at the door, whom I assumed 
to be Tim greeted me with a sly smile and a wink.

"Glenn, my man, come in. I was just telling Tom that I'd invited you 
over to join us."

I looked toward Tom and nodded. He nodded back but didn't look too happy 
to have me there. I was immediately uncomfortable, maybe this was a 
mistake, maybe Tom wouldn't be so anxious to have another guy give him a 
blow job no matter how great his brother said it had been. Tim went on 
as if he hadn't noticed Tom's lack of enthusiasm or my discomfort.

"I thought we might start the evening off with a little buzz," he said 
as he removed a small wooden box from beneath his bed. When he removed 
the plastic baggy and the folder of rolling papers I understood he meant 
smoking pot. Believe it or not I'd never smoked it before, but I wasn't 
about to admit that at the moment. After only a minute or two he'd 
produced the first real joint I'd ever seen. He lit it up and took a 
long toke before passing it to me. I carefully inhaled a small puff and 
proceeded to cough my guts up. That broke the ice. Both twins laughed  
realizing I was a novice. Tom went to great length to explain the art of 
pot smoking. Twenty minutes and two joints later we were all high and my 
level of hornieness increased three fold. Still nothing had been said 
about sex. It was Tim's show so I just played along and kept my libido 
under control, if not my raging cock just barely hidden under the folds 
of my shirt. 

"I'll admit I wasn't too happy when Tim told me he'd invited you over, 
but you're alright for a high school kid," said the blond stud who was 
only just a year old than me.

"The thing is Dude," Tim explained, "Bro and me usually get stoned at 
this time of day and we also stroke ourselves to a ball blasting orgasm. 
Tom here kinda resents be deprived of such pleasure so it wasn't 
anything personal."

Tom shot his twin a look which had it been directed at me would have 
sent me running from the room.

Tim didn't pay any attention to the look and continued on, "what he 
doesn't realize is that I invited you here to give him and me one super 
fine hum job. Isn't that right Dude?"

"That's why I'm here," I said looking at Tom for his reaction. It was 
quick in coming. He grinned from ear to ear.

"No shit? You're a cock sucker?" Tom asked.

"A damn fine one, I can vouch for him," Tim said with a look of pride on 
his handsome face.

"How did this come about?" His twin asked, a noticable mound expanding 
in its silky confines.

"This morning, when I came back to the room I found our friend in the 
shower giving himself a good workover. I joined him and bim, bam I 
getting the best damn blow job of my life. Now what kinda bro would I be 
if I didn't share such a find?"

Tom looked at me, I nodded in confirmation. "Well," he asked "who goes 
first?"

"You, man, I had him this morning so it's only fair that you go first 
tonight."

"Yahoo, I'm ready." He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his 
shorts and raising his ass hoisted them down to under his knees. In two 
quick kick of his legs he'd tossed them off completely. He laid back 
fully naked, spreading his muscular legs wide to receive my worship. I 
looked up from the floor where I'd been seated and gazed at icon of his 
manhood. It was the mirror image of his brother's. 7 inches of perfect 
cock on 200 pounds of perfect male. 

I climbed up between the two strong legs. I drank in the close up view 
of the magnificent phallus just inches from my face. I hadn't been able 
to study Tim's so closely with anything but my tongue because of the 
running water. The meaty head was bright pink with a single drop of 
crystal male dew forming at the slit. The base of the head flared out at 
its meeting point with the pale shaft. The tight skin was velvety smooth 
except for the single pulsing vein which ran the length of the thick 
tube, disappearing in a bush of golden fibers. I glanced up at Tom's 
face. His deep blue eyes were shut tight, a look of anticipated pleasure 
on his face. It was for me to fulfill his expectations.

I gripped the base of his cock with my right hand. I heard him exhale a 
soft groan. I drew the center of his manhood to my lips. The tip of my 
tongue shot out to capture the growing drop of precum. The essence of 
his masculinity hit my taste buds sending an electric impulse through 
me. Lust coursed through my body possessing me. I parted my lips, opened 
my mouth wide and swallowed him to the back of my throat. 

Just as with his twin I was inspired beyond experience. I moved my lips 
slowly up and down his length flicking my tongue along the underside of 
his sensitive shaft, laving the meaty head, dipping the point of my 
tongue into his piss slit. His body was writhing around me.

"Oh, Dude that feels so fuckin' great. Eat my fat dick. I want you to 
take my load. Yeah that's it. We're gettin' close. . .AAH, AAH."

I didn't want him to come so soon, even knowing Tim was waiting for me. 
I glanced to my right. The other twin was standing naked, his feet wide 
apart on the floor, his butt leaning against his bed supporting his 
weight and his right hand slowly stroking the duplicate cock to the one 
wrapped tightly in my mouth.

I pulled off Tom's cock and moved my attention to his beefy balls. He 
brought his knees up to give me greater access. I took each walnut sized 
globe into my mouth in turn, giving each gentle oral pleasure. I moved 
my tongue beneath them lapping the accutely sensitive area. Tom's 
reaction was instantaneous, moaning loudly he raised his ass and pushed 
my head down urging me toward the forbidden opening just below.

I'd never even thought about such a thing; I know that if I'd been asked 
earlier I would have been grossed out, but as things were I would do 
anything this young god wanted. 

"Please." It was almost a mournful plea. I couldn't resist. I lifted his 
strong legs into the air until the pink rosebud was in line with my 
mouth. I buried my face between the hard melons of his ass. The sweet 
musky taste made me crazy, I couldn't get enough. Tom was gasping and 
groaning with increasing volume, he couldn't talk. Tim did it for him.

"Yeah, eat out my brother's hole, do it good Dude, he's lovin' it almost 
as much as you. Stick that tongue up his shute. His cock's gushing goo 
all over his stomach like a fuckin' fire hose. You like that bro, like 
have some dude's hot tongue reaming you out? I knew you'd like it, knew 
you'd want to share his mouth with me. I want you to shoot your big load 
and then I want him to take me with your load still in his mouth."

"OK," Tom gasped out "finish me, I can't take much more!"

With some reluctance I withdrew my tongue and slide it back toward the 
main event as he lowered his legs. At the same time Tim climbed over me, 
wedging his naked body on its left side between Tom and the wall. I took 
Tom's full length into me while Tim rubbed his right hand over his 
twin's sexy chest, tweeking his hard nipples as he did. 

I was bobbing my head up and down at a rapid pace taking the knob of 
Tom's cock to the back of my throat and then back again until in nearly 
escaped its imprisonment, only to be driven back down again. Tom was 
nearly out of it; I looked up to see his head tossing back and forth. He 
was moaning in manly pleasure. As I watched, Tim reached his hand up to 
steady his brother's head. He leaned forward and kissed him full on the 
lips. Instantly the twins were locked together, their tongues obviously 
intertwining.

At the same moment the cock in my mouth grew incredibly and began to 
pulse out volley after volley of viking spunk. Tom's moans were muffled 
by Tim's mouth, but I could feel them coming up from the depths of his 
body. Remembering Tim's request I tried to hold his offering all in my 
mouth, but there was just too much. I had to swallow some so as not to 
loose any.

As if knowing instinctively when his brother was drained Tim moved his 
strong hand to my head and firmly moved it from Tom's cock onto his own. 
With out breaking their deep kiss the twins rotated their bodies so that 
Tom was now resting on his side while Tom shifted to his back. I 
engulfed Tim into my mouth, submerging it in his brother's thick cum.

It didn't take much.  Two, maybe three time I pumped his thick meat into 
my throat before he emptied the full contents of his balls into my 
already overfilled mouth. With gusto I swallowed the mixture of twin 
nectures until only the last drops of Tim's load were left to suck free. 
They kept kissing and I kept sucking until the exhausted dick went 
completely limp. I slowly withdrew it from my mouth and knelt up on the 
bed. The twins finally broke free of each other, panting for air.

Tom was the first to speak. "Without a doubt that was the most radical 
sex I've ever had. Dude you are some kinda cocksucker."  

"That goes double for me," Tim added.

I smiled and thought Tim was wrong, it really went double for me.

Tom, Tim and I had several more "sessions" in the following weeks, but 
then after Christmas break Billy and I returned to our own dorm. I 
couldn't find a way to get to them. Not, that is, until the following 
summer when the Hunter twins introduced me to their older brother Meat.

There's a story in that meeting when I discovered just why he'd been 
given that nickname.