From: emothershp@aol.com (EMothershp)
Subject: Story - "Earth Day Dribble" (m/m/m-twins)
Date: 20 May 1997 05:34:15 GMT

The following story contains sex.  Offended? Don't read it. Underage? 
Don't let your parents catch you reading it.  Better yet, just don't read
it.

(kinda long...sorry guys)


"Earth Day Dribble"

I didn't mind waking up at seven in the morning.  I didn't mind packing up
the truck; boxes, clothes racks, statues, even more boxes.  I didn't even
mind the fact that I was going to have to stand in the same area of about
ten square feet four about eleven hours.  What I did mind, however, was
the heat.  It was...may I say...fucking hot.

Earth Day usually brought about a bigger crowd.  You could usually count
on about five or six hundred people bopping around within at least the
first hour or so. This year five or six hundred people for the total day
would be being a little generous.  Every ten minutes or so, a person or
two would creep up to our little booth, glance around for a little bit,
then tip away without even a word.  I was beginning to lose hope for our
little booth, filled with odds and ends from every corner of the world.  I
was beginning to lose hope for our booth and for myself, who is always on
the lookout something, shall we say, mouthwatering.  Especially on a day
like this, hot as the devil's ass, anything mouthwatering sounded good
enough to get a priest hard.

We were about half way through the day when things began to look much much
much better than I could have guessed...could have wished for.  I didn't
notice him  at first, he must have snuck up while I was daydreaming about
something mouthwatering...or maybe even while I was helping a customer. 
(Customers being scarce, the former probably being the most likely)  So
there he was.  Something mouthwatering.  He was dressed like just about
any other one of us teenagers...phat pants, a tee-shirt with simply the
number 69 on the front, a string of small red beads around his neck acting
as a choker, and a "No Fear" hat on.  All execept for the hat, god I HATE
"No Fear," he was perfect.  He was about my height, 5'10", short brown
hair, about my build...145 lbs or so...and looked like he was about 17 or
18 (I'm 19).  All around, he was definately worth the attention I was
giving him.  I couldn't really see his face that well at first, he had the
hat pulled down so far that it covered most of it...going for that "I'm
not going to let you see me looking at you" look.  Your typical teenager. 
I decided that the only way that I was going to get a better look at his
face was to either make him look up, or find some way of getting a
different, lower view.  Being the stubborn one that I am, I decided
against talking to him first to get him to look up, and opted for the
lower view.  I sat down on one of the chairs in the booth and piddled
around a little bit before subltely looking over at him again.  Great view
from there, too.  He had one of those "hard ass" faces; sculptured,
serious looking...but young at the same time.  His lips were well defined
and puffy, pulled into this  "don't fuck with me" kind of smirk, like he
had been practicing in the mirror.  From the looks of him, it seemed like
he was pretty new to a lot of things, like he was just starting to get
into the "scene", shopping at "Shifty's" for all the latest trend-gear.  I
assumed he was in highschool, probably a junior or senior, and starting to
get his first real tastes of the world.  I was hoping to give him a few
tastes he hadn't quite expected.

Since I was technically working and talking to the customers was part of
my job, I thought that I should at least acknowledge his presence.  I
informed him that if he needed any help, I was there, and to just let me
know.  He just kinda nodded his head, still looking down at the jewelry. 
I just kept sitting there, occasionally stealing a look at him, trying not
to be too obvious about it, though.  When he finally finished looking at
the jewelry, he began to move on, and I figured that he was a lost
cause...not even a glance from the fucker.  As he was making his way past
one of the racks of clothes, one of my friends wandered up to the booth
and shouted "Eeeeee-lllllll-iiiiiiiii-!!!!!!!"(eli...my name), like all of
my friends do to get my attention.  This kinda caught his attention, and I
saw his head jerk up out of the corner of my eye as I got up to give my
friend, Micah, a quick hug.  I guess the customer decided that he was a
little interested in our booth now, because he retraced a few of his steps
and came around to the other side to look at some casette tapes.  Micah is
a little out of the ordinary looking, with multiple facial piercings and
bleached dreds, so I can understand anyone becoming a little more
interested after his arrival.  We started talking about the usual; what we
had been up to, how our first year of college went, what had been going on
at the clubs...at parties...any upcoming parties.  I noticed that my guy
at the other side of the booth started looking up to check us (me? him?)
out more and more often as the conversation went on.  I decided that, him
being that usual teenager, drugs probably interest him a great deal.  I
asked Micah, loudly enough for someone at least ten feet away to hear, if
he knew if there were any shrooms in town to be scored.  Micah knows that
I'm not a user anymore, so he just kinda gave me a stare, and I said that
a friend was looking to hook up with some.  Unfortuantely, he informed me,
no...but there was some good green going around if I needed the gash on
that.  I told him that I would see who was interested and give him a page.
He nodded and told me that he needed to get to his booth before his boss
had his ass, and just for fun...and the sake of my guy over at the other
side of the booth...I commented on how he would probably enjoy that.  And,
being Micah, he agreed.  If that didn't grab my guy's attention, I figured
nothing would.  Luckily, he just kept looking at the tables, occasionally
picking up a tape only to put it back down again...occasionally glancing
up in our direction, too.

After Micah left, I sat down again...hoping that maybe my guy would strike
up a conversation, buy something, maybe even stick around for a little
bit.  He was still looking around when one of the other employees for my
store came back from her break, starting in on her usual complaining of
the heat, the work, life in general.  I sat there, not paying attention at
all, when my guy looked up at us.  I looked over at him and gave him one
of those, "I just work with her, I don't like her" looks.  He just kinda
smirked and walked away.  Damn.  Talk about some disappointment.  I tried
to follow where he went but lost him when he got past the third booth past
us.  I counted it as a loss and figured that I would just have to deal. 
Thank god for my break.....

I went on break about half an hour after he left our booth, not really
expecting to see him again, but not counting it out, either.  I risked it
and walked in the opposite direction of the one he went.  There weren't
many booths in the direction he went, so I didn't figure that he would be
there that long...but I didn't see him walk past our booth again, either. 
I figured that maybe he up and left.  Thirst and hunger were a little bit
stronger than the curiousity of where he was, so I headed in the direction
of the food booths.  Along the way, I ran into a friend who just got back
in town from college.  She began introducing me to her friends, her
sister, her mother.  We were standing near the sound stage where some
horrible band was attempting to do Grateful Dead covers.  Jerry would have
been shamed.  Among the people dancing...well, spinning...I happened to
notice my guy.  He was just kinda standing there, not really looking like
he was paying attention to anything...just there.  Irene was still
introducing me to people when I looked over her shoulder to glace at my
guy again. (Just checking on him, you know..)  Right as I looked over, he
put down his drink and took off his shirt.  Suddenly, Irene just wasn't
interesting anymore.  From the view that I had of him, I couldn't see a
thing....especially with Irene standing right in front of me.  I tried to
wrap up the conversation as quickly as I could, hoping that I could find
some way of getting a better view of him...his body.  I told her to give
me a call, that it was great seeing her and meeting her friends and all,
but that I only had a short break, that she should give me a call. 
Conversation wrapped.  

Right past my guy was a lemonade stand, so I decided that I HAD to have a
lemonade.  In fact, it was calling me.  I walked towards him, looking
directly at him, not even trying to hide the fact that I was doing so.  He
was paying such close attention to the deadheads that he didn't even
notice me until I was walking directly in front of him.  His body was
perfect.  He had a great chest, with dark nipples that were about the size
of quarters.  His pecs buldged out just a little bit, like a swimmer's,
and were met by the most wonderful stomach of
one....two...three...four...five...six...SEVEN...EIGHT squares of muscles.
 I don't think I've ever seen an eight pack on anyone that wasn't in a
magazine.  His belly button was large and round...not an outtie, but not
an innie, either...just kinda in-between.  No hair....anywhere on his
stomach or chest. (Maybe he was 16, then?)   His body was perfect.  Had he
been wearing shorts, I probably gotten hard right there.  As I past by
him, I tried to get SOME kind of scent, but the wind just wasn't
cooperating with me.  When he did notice me passing by, he seemed to jerk
back into reality a little, and his eyes followed me until I couldn't see
them anymore.  I tried not to be too obvious about looking at him, so I
just kept looking forward and didn't turn my head to look at him as I
walked by.  I felt myself being watched, though...and, after I bought my
lemonade and turned around, he looked over at me again.  Nothing like a
game of "I'm going to look at you looking at me."

Since the day was slow, I knew that noone would mind if I took a pretty
long break.  (Sorry about the lie, Irene)  So, I decided that I would just
keep kinda in my guy's vicinity, and that meant standing and watching the
horrible fucking band.  I stood there for a minute or two, sipping my
lemonade, watching the band, watching him, pretending to watch the band
while I watched him.  I would have been able to do it for hours had the
band not been so bad, and the heat so unbearable.  I decided that I would
get something to eat and go back to the booth, which did mean walking past
him again.  At least I had something to look forward to.  I hadn't had the
chance to take my vitamins and St. John's Wort (you should try it) yet,
and decided to do so before I ate. So, I took them, looked for a food
booth, bought a EarthBurger (don't ask me...), and turned to walk back to
the booth.  Gone.  The stooopid fucker was gone.  Damn.  As I walked past
the pavillion with the band, I noticed that he was at a booth selling
plants.  Not really anything that I could do to keep track of him, so I
just forced myself to go back to my booth.  Nothing worse than giving up.

Well, after what seemed like ages...(I'll get the story going...sorry)...I
caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye walking down the aisle
my booth was on.  He wasn't alone, though.  This time, he was with what I,
at first, assumed to be one of his friends.  They looked exactly alike,
same pants, his friend had on a blue shirt, same kind of hat.  As they got
closer, I realized that they looked EXACTLY the same.  Twins.  Fuck. 
Where do they grow twins like that??  

My guy had a new necklace on, guess the hemp people tempted him too much,
and he was helping his brother put his on, too.  They slowed down in front
of my booth, and he pointed in one of the jewelry cases and said something
that I couldn't even come close to hearing.  They both walked over and
began looking through the cases, commenting on a ring here and there. 
Since he was standing right in front of me, I couldn't help but check him
out even more.  His body begged for attention.  His nipples were perfect,
even hard...had those little bumps around the center, like I always wished
I had.  He had a scar on his left side, could see where his stiches
were...looked like a pretty bad cut.  Skateboarding?  Mountain climbing? 
S&M? 

I was alone in the booth now (sent the girl home since it was soooo slow),
and tried to think of something to say that would strike up a
conversation.  All I could come up with was; "If you need any help, just
ask."  They both nodded.

After a few minutes, his brother asked, "How much is that ring?" and
pointed to one of them.  I told him that they were all marked and that he
could just pick them up and look.  He nodded.  What's with all the fucking
nodding?  My guy had worked his way to the side of the booth with the
tapes called his brother over there.  

"Hey Eric," he called out,"they have Ravi Shankar on tape."  Maybe he was
a little more intelligent than I had given him credit for.
"You like the Sitar?" I asked him.
"Haven't heard it," he told me,"I just read an article about him in
Rolling Stone." Ok, so maybe he wasn't that intelligent.  But, he did have
a good voice.
"Oh."
"Why, is it good?" he asked...actually keeping the convo going.
"If you like music other than what they play on the radio, it is," I
replied.
"Well, I go to raves and stuff, so I like all kinds of music," he bragged.
"It definately isn't 'rave' music," I told him," I haven't seen you out
before."
"Oh, well, I just started going out.  Me and my brother went to one last
weekend, it was fucking rad."
"Yeah...ok. Rad. Heh," I laughed back.
"Well, you know," he rebutted,"it kicked ass."
"Except for the fact that it got shut down at four," I added.
"Oh, well, my brother and I had to be home early, so we left at two.  You
go to rave parties?"
"Not as much anymore, but I used to go all the time," I told him,"they
actually used to be fun a few years ago, but now its just a bunch of
twleve year olds who's mommies and daddies don't know where they are...and
that they're on a ton of drugs.  It was fun before EVERYONE started
calling them 'rave parties'.  Hearing that makes me sick now."
"Oh, well...I handn't heard of them before until this guy, Sied, that
lives next door to me told me about them."
"Yeah, I know Sied, we used to have a 'zine together."
"A zine?" he asked.
"A magazine.  It was called Cid-Kids.  We were kinda dumb back then."
"Oh."
I thought that the conversation was finished there, kinda disappointed
that I couldn't think of much else to say.  I didn't want to ask him his
name, I didn't want to seem too interested.  (Stubborn!!!)
"Hey, I heard you and your friend talking before," he started up
again,"and he said something about some good green.  Think we could get
some?"
"Well, I'm assuming you two ain't narcs."
"Narcs?"
"Nevermind," I laughed.
"So?"
"Well, I won't see him again until after I close the booth down, which is
in about half an hour.  You guys can stick around here and walk over to
his booth with me afterwards if you want."
"That ok with you, Eric?" he asked his brother.
"Sure, you drivin," he answered.
"Ok then.  What's your name?" I asked him.
"Jacob, but I go by Essence," he informed me.
"Uhhh...sure...Jacob."
"What do you go by?" he asked.
"Just my name, Eli."
"You been going out for a while and you don't go by anything?" he asked
me.
"Ummm, no...that's a new thing. I don't really feel the need to 'go by'
anything.  I like my name just fine."
"Well, Sied's been going out for a long time and he don't go by his name,"
he argued.  Was he trying to prove something.
"Yeah, well, Sied has gone by that name since he was ten.  He said that
'Steve' just wasn't black enough for him."
"Oh. He never told me that."
"Yeah, he doesn't tell anybody that," I said.  I began to wonder if Jacob
here knew that Sied was gay.  Wondered how I was going to find out without
scaring him. "How well you know Sied," I asked him.
"Not real well. Just met him the other week.  Eric's known him for a few
months, but I was at soccer camp when they met."  Eric looked at me and
smirked.  Wondered if that meant something.
"How well do you know him, Eric?" I asked.
"We've hung out a few times.  He likes to drink and hang out in his
basement.  He's got a cool room."  I knew what that meant.  Sied always
invites "straight" guys over to his house and pops in a porno, just to
"see what happens". He always ends up getting a dick in his mouth.  Don't
know anyone who COULD fight off Sied.  He's definately not small.  I began
wondering if Sied had both of them yet.
"Yeah, he's pretty cool.  He still dating Swan?" I joked.
"Uhhh...well, I thought, ummmm....I mean, he said....ummmm, isn't he gay?"
Eric asked.
"He still pulling that one over? He just likes to suck the occasional
dick, get his sucked..but, he isn't gay...he likes his women."  I don't
know why I lied.  Maybe to make things more interesting.  Besides, Sied
would have been amused.
"He's queer?" Jacob asked, ever so eloquently.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I mean, he's gay?"
"Did you hear anything that was just said?" I asked him.
"Well, I mean, I never woulda guessed it from him.  I mean, he's black and
everything, you know?"
"Black guys can't be gay?"
"Well, no, that's not what I meant.  Its just that, well, he's big, too. 
I mean, he doesn't act gay."
"You've got a long way to go," I told him.
"Huh?"
"Well, you're not exactly butch."
"Butch?"
"It means manly," Eric told his brother.
"Oh....wait...what're you tryin to say?" Jacob yelled.
"Not trying to say anything," I told him,"its time for me to close the
booth.  You guys walk up to the pavillion, I'll meet you there."
"Alright!" they chimed.

After I was finished closing up the booth and counting up the money for
the day ($145...SLOW SLOW day), I went over to Micah's booth to get him
and his stash.  I asked him how they did for the day...they ended up
making about twice what we did.  Still not good..but they sell hemp stuff
and pipe and dugouts and all that, so its no wonder that they did better. 
I told him that I had some customers for him, and that they were waiting
at the pavillion for us.  When we got up there, they both had their shirt
off.  Thank god!  They were talking about something, and Jacob looked
pretty pissed off, but they stopped before we got withing hearing
distance.
"That's them," I told Micah.
"What do you want?" he asked them.  They looked so intimidated by him.  We
looked at eachother and smiled.
"Ummmm....I dunno. How much you want, Eric?"
"You got the money."
"You aint ever no help.  We'll take a quarter.  You got a quarter?"
"Yup.  Forty bucks," Micah told them.
"Forty? That's it?  Guys that come to our school charge us sixty."
"That's cause county kids are suckers.  They'll pay seven buck for a hit
of acid, too, " Micah laughed.
"We don't do that shit, do we Eric?" Jacob announced.
"You don't," Eric replied.  I laughed at how calm Eric seemed to be about
all of this.  Jacob seemed so uptight the whole time, starting when we
began talking about Sied up until now.  Maybe Eric's encounters with Sied
had taught him a thing or two that his brother hadn't had the time to pick
up on yet.

After their transaction had been made, Micah parted.  The three of us were
left at the pavillion, sitting around watching the remaining booths begin
to pack up for the day.  I was sick of being in the park, so I told the
two that I wanted to get out of there.  I informed them that they were
welcome to come with me; I was watching a friend's house for the weekend
and he wouldn't mind them smoking up there if they left him a bowl.  Jacob
seemed reluctant, saying something about curfew, but Eric told him to
forget it and just come along.  Anyway, I told them, it beat riding the
bus back to the house.  I hate riding the bus.  So, we piled into Jacob's
car and left.

On the way to the house, Jacob looked at me in the rearview mirror and
asked me what I meant when I said that he wasn't "butch".  Eric told him
to shut up, and said something about how they already talked about that.
"Well," I told him,"its not a bad thing, you just ain't.  That can be
sexy, though."  I figured that they could infer whatever they wanted from
that statement.  Eric, however, suprised the hell out of me.
"Yeah, I think its sexy, too.  Seid has this movie with this guy in it
who's the same way.  Not too big, not too feminine.  He was kinda sexy."
"You're watchin that shit with him?!!?" Jacob yelled.
"Fuck yeah.  Its god women in it, too.  He ain't all gay, we told you
that," his brother argued back,"you ain't gotta get so mad."
"I just don't want you getting into shit like that without knowing what's
up first," Jacob said.
"Yeah, well, I ain't getting into nothin.  I do what I want, you do what
you want.  I just happen to actually do what I want...you just sit and
jack off thinking about it."
"Fuck you, man.  You don't know what the fuck I do."
"Shit," Eric said to me,"we share a bedroom, a bathroom, a school, a car,
and we're twins and he thinks I don't know what the fuck he does.  I hear
him jackin off all the time."  This was turning into quite the scene.  Two
brothers, two TWIN brothers actually talking about jacking off...and men. 
I felt like I was in a porno movie.
"What the fuck you doing listening to me, anyway?  It aint like you don't
do it."
"Yeah, but at least I don't WATCH you.  Ive seen you checking me out all
the fucking time.  Why don't you just do something about it?  Stop fucking
watching all the time and do something." Eric told his brother.
"Do something like what?" Jacob asked him.
"You tell me."
"Uhhh, that was the house," I told both of them.
"Oh, shit," Jacob said as he slammed the brakes and pulled into the
neighbor's drive and turned around,"sorry man, I was caught up."
"That's ok, I was too," I assured him.

We made it up to the house without any more arguing.  I must admit, I was
pretty god damn interested in what was going to happen, if not between us,
at least between the two of them.  If I didn't get to see it, I sure as
hell wanted to HEAR about it.  I offered them something to drink when we
got inside.  No alcohol in the place, but every other type of drink you
can imagine.  They both decided on root beer.  I managed to find one of
the pipes that I knew had to be in the house, and gave it to Jacob to use.
 After he packed the bowl, he offered it to me.
"Spark it up, man," he told me.
"No thanks, I don't touch that shit anymore."
"You don't smoke?  What's up?" he asked me.
"I just don't.  I had enough of all that shit when I was younger.  Don't
feel like doing that to myself anymore."
"But, I saw you takin some pills in the park today, thought you was
getting high up on something."
"Nope, just vitamins."
"See, you always watchin something, aintcha?" Eric teased him.
"Man, you need to shut the fuck up.  Spark this."  He passed the pipe to
Eric, who pulled a zippo out of his pocket to light it up.
"Where the fuck'd you get that?" Jacob asked him.
"Sied gave it to me.  What's it to you?"
"Nothing I guess.  Why'd he give it to you?"
"I dunno.  I liked it, he had a few of them.  Damn, nosey little fucker." 
It took him a few tries to realize that he couldn't light the bowl too
well with the zippo, so he passed it back to Jacob and told him to try it.
 Jacob took to bowl from him and Eric's hand landed on his brother's leg. 
He left it there.  Jacob reached into his pocket and dug out his lighter. 
Eric never moved his hand.  After Jacob lit the pipe and took his hit, he
tried to pass it to me, but I just waved my hand.  I was enjoying what I
was seeing way too much to let getting high fuck it up.  So, Jacob handed
it to Eric, who finally took his hand off of his brother's leg in order to
grab the pipe.  Much to my suprise, and Eric's enjoyment, Jacob returned
Eric's favor and put his hand on his brother's leg.  They continued this
throughout three bowls, at which point they said that they couldn't smoke
any more.  They both just sat there, hands on eachother's legs, helds
tilted back, eyes closed.  Imagine my enjoyment as the two half-naked twin
brothers started to rub eachother's knees.  Eric was the first one to
start up the leg, rubbing the inside of Jacob's thigh.  I noticed that
Jacob was already hard.  Eric looked about halfway there.  They looked
like they had about the same size equipment.

By the time that Jacob made his way up to Eric's thigh, Eric was already
rubbing Jacob's dick through his pants.  He began pushing down on it,
making Jacob raise his hips to push up towards his brothers force.  Jacob
began running his fingers up and down the outline of Eric's cock, and Eric
began unzipping Jacob's pants.  Eric opened his eyes and turned his head
towards Jacob.  When Jacob opened his eyes, they looked at eachother for a
minute. Eric looked down at Jacob's lips, and then licked his own.  They
both leaned together and began kissing.  Jacob slowly opened his mouth and
let Eric's tongue in, then began using his own to discover the inside of
his brother's mouth.  Soon, the kissing became so forceful that Eric put
his hand on the back of Jacob's head and began pulling him towards
himself.  The two of them were licking eachother's tongues and necks,
sucking on eachother's lips, then tongues, and then necks again.  They
stopped for a minute and looked over at me.  I already had my dick out and
was stroking it while I was watching them.

"He's got a good idea, Jake." Eric whispered.  He reached down and
unzipped his own pants and pulled out his own seven inches of cock.  He
took his brother's hand and put it on his dick.  "Jack me off.  I want you
to jack me off the way you do yourself."  He reached over and grabbed
Jacobs dick, which was a little wider than his own, squeezed it and began
stroking it.  Jacob moaned. "Why don't you take off your clothes." Eric
told me.  Being the gentleman that I am, I complied. After I got my shirt
over my head and took off my socks and shoes, I sat down on the couch next
to Jacob.  He reached over with his left hand and started jacking my dick
for me.  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, and opened them after a
few minutes when I heard Jacob moan.

"Oh fuck," he whispered.  When I looked over I saw the rest of Jacob's
dick going into his brother's mouth.  Eric began bobbing up and down on
his brother's dick, deepthroating him without the slightest effort.  I
guess Sied had taught him a thing or two.  "Suck my dick, E," he moaned
again,"oh fuck, suck it."  Eric took his brother's dick out of his mouth
and began playing with the head of it with his tongue.  He licked the
underside of his head, twirled his tongue around it again and again and
again and again.....then worked his way down the shaft to his brother's
balls.  Eric had already grown a little hair on his balls, but his
brother's were bare.

"I love your balls, Jake," Eric told his brother before taking them into
his mouth.  Jacob began grinding and moaning and moving up and down,
running his fingers through his brother's hair.  He took his hand off of
my cock and put both of his hands on the back of his brother's head.

"Suck my dick, man.  Take it in your mouth.  Ohhhh....fuck, suck
it...yeah," he moaned over and over.  Without the slightest slurp, Eric
sucked his brother's dick. He ran his hands up and down his brothers body,
pinching his nipples, grasping his hips.  He let his cock slide out of his
mouth and worked his tongue up to his brother's bellybutton.  Eric licked
up and down Jacob's stomach, down to his pubes, breathing in his brother's
scent, up to his nipples, biting on each one.  His hands went from
stroking his brother's legs, up to his balls and cock, and finally up to
his neck, where he pulled himself up to....looked up and his brother, and
then Jacob looked down at him and kissed him again.  Eric pulled back, put
his hands on the couch behind Jacobs head, and stood up in front of him on
the couch, straddling him...each foot of either side of Jacob's legs. 
With Eric's cock pointing directly in his face, Jacob grabbed a hold of it
and began stroking it.  He looked over at me and smiled, and then looked
back at his brother's dick.  He leaned his head forward, stuck out his
tongue, and licked the head of his brother's dick.  He began licking the
head of his dick while he stroked it, and soon a drop of pre-cum greeted
him.  He licked it up, and as soon as he tasted his brother's sweet juice,
went crazy.  He took the head of his dick into his mouth, and then more of
the shaft, and then half of his brother's dick.  Soon, he had all of his
brother's dick all the way in his mouth, and down his throat.  Guess
deepthroating comes naturally to the family.

After about two minutes of sucking, Eric started thrashing his hips,
grabbed the back of Jacob's head and started face-fucking him.
"FUCK!!! FUCK!!! Suck that fucking dick!!!!!" he shouted.  Jacob had a
hold of his brother's ass cheeks, pulling him into his mouth and throat
even deeper and deeper. "YEAH, suck it, brother. OHHH suck it....FUCK , I'
m gonna cum...OH FUCK...take it Jake, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OHHHHHHHH
FUCK.....FUUUCK!"
Eric began twitching and belted over, kissing the top of his brother's
head, pulling himself into his mouth even furthur.  He shot his load into
his brother's throat, who kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing
until his dick was empty. He kept his brother's dick in this mouth until
it went limp and Eric's knees gave from the the strain.  Eric sat in hip
brother's lap and began kissing him, tasting himself and sucking his own
cum off of his brother's tongue.  He got down from his brother's lap and
took his waiting cock into his mouth.

Jacob grabbed the sides of Eric's head and began thrusting himself deeper
and deeper into his brother's throat.  He lifted his hips off of the
couch, took his cock out of his brother's mouth, swung his body around so
that he was facing Eric, and began to face fuck him.  Jacob took it easy
on his brother at first, with long, smooth thrusts into his mouth.  To
keep himself from choking, and to feel his brother's hard cock in his
hand, Eric held Jacob's dick by the base while it found its way into his
eagerly waiting mouth.  

"Fuck, you got a hot mouth, E," was all that Jacob could say.  The quivver
in his voice was enough to make me almost cum.  As Jacob came closer and
closer to his bursting point, he started thrusting even deeper and deeper
into his brother's mouth and down his throat.  Eric let go of Jacob's cock
and grabbed a hold of his brother's balls, wrapping his hand all the way
around them and pulling them towards him.  Soon, Jacob's cock was so far
down Eric's throat that, with each of Jacob's thrusts it remained there,
and all I could see of Jacob's cock were his balls, met by his brother's
stretched lips a swirl of dark, black pubes.  Eric had to be the best damn
cocksucker I had ever seen in my life.  Any normal person would have
gagged or at least tried to pull away by such forceful penetration, but
Eric just kept on sucking and sucking and sucking......

Soon, Jacob began shaking and moaning and he knees looked like they were
about to give.  He let go of the top of the couch and grasped the back of
his brother's head with both of his hands.  He stopped fucking his
brother's head and remained still, keeping his cock all the way down his
brother's throat.  He tilted his head back and opened his eyes....

"I'm gonna cum...fuck I'm.....FUCK....ahhhhh yeah fucker......FUCK ME ahhh
yeah ah FUCK.....I'm cumming...I'm cumming....ahhhhh yeah FUUUUUUUUUCK!"
He bent over at the waist, pushed into his brother as hard as he could,
and shot his load down Eric's throat.  I saw Eric struggle to swallow as
much as he could, but he had to open his mouth a little and some of his
brother's cum spurted out of his mouth.  Eric was determined to get all of
his brother's juice down his throat, so he just stayed there, swallowing
as much as he could.  He reached around Jacob, grabbed both of his
asscheeks and pulled Jacob's cock even further down his throat.  Jacob
began to convulse and with each second he's knees looked like they were
getting weaker and weaker.  All Jacob could say was, "ahhh FUCK ahhh FUCK
ahhh FUCK" over and over again.  After he was finished cumming, he just
stood there letting his dick go limp, his upper body rested on the top of
his brother's head and the couch.  Eric was still sucking on his brother's
dick, even after it went limp.  He pulled it out of his mouth, licked the
cum off of his lips, and began licking the head of Jacob's dick again. 
When he did this, Jacob began twitching, and his body fell over onto the
other side of the couch.  Eric's mouth followed his brothers cock.  I
don't think he ever wanted to let go of it.  Jacob sat there limp all over
with his head leaned back and his eyes closed.  After a few more minutes
of working over his brother's tired dick, Eric made his way down to his
brother's balls, taking each one into his mouth.  He sucked on each one,
licked them, grabbed them both and rubbed them across his face and eyes,
and then put both of them into his mouth.  Eric just laid like that, put
his head on his brother's lap and closed his eyes.  Jacob sat there, with
his head still leaned back and his eyes were still closed.  I thought that
maybe they wanted to fall asleep like that.  I know that if I was them, I
sure as hell wouldn't have minded that.  The two of them must have been
feeling so great...and I didn't want to do anything that would even come
close to disturbing them.  I just let them sit there, and after a few
minutes, when I had stopped paying attention to them and started paying
attention to my own cock, Jacob lifted up his head and looked over at me.

"Look who we left out E.  He's just been sittin there all patient watchin
the two of us. We ain't done shit for him yet," he told his resting
brother,"maybe it's his turn now.  Whaddu say?"  Eric took his brother's
balls out of his mouth, kissed the top of his dick, and looked up at me.
"I say we take care of that hardon for him.  Looks like it may be making
him uncomfortable...and, since its our fault, we should do something about
it."
I must admit, I was feeling a little embarrased to just be sitting there
the whole time, ass naked, hard as I had ever been in my life, casually
stroking my cock.  But, I figured, what else was I to do.  I had just
watched the best show I have seen, or well ever see, in my life.  I was
definately happy just watching the two of them take care of eachother. 
However, I couldn't refuse their offer, either.  So, I just smiled and
continued to sit there, stroking my cock, looking down at it.  Eric got up
and came over to the couch where I was sitting and sat down on the other
side of me.  Sandwiched by twin brothers.  I almost came from just the
idea of it all.  Jacob scooted in closer to me and turned his body towards
mine.  They both began rubbing their hands up and down my chest and
stomach.

"You've got a great fucking body," Eric commented,"you work out?"
"Nahhh," I told him. My voice was pretty weak from all the
excitement,"just from working so much, and from dancing all the time." 
Since I was a few years older than they were, I had already started
growing hair on my chest and had up to and around my belly button.  I must
admit, I don't have the stomach that they had (a sixteen pack between the
two of them), but I do have a six pack of my own.  Jacob began playing
with my trail, rubbing his hand up and down it.
"You are so fucking sexy, man.  I wouldn't ever have guessed that you like
dudes. 
You ever sucked a cock, Eli?" Jacob asked me.
"Yeah, a few times when I was younger, but I didn't like it all that much.
 I never refuse a good blowjob, though.  No harm in that, you know?"
"Fuck, I ain't ever had one before today.  And if I have my way, I'm gonna
get one everyday from now on," Jacob said and looked up at his brother.
"Yeah..sure bitch, right after you suck mine," Eric smiled at his brother.
 Jacob just laughed and took my dick into his hand.  Guess there was no
use for my hand anymore.
"Why don't you start right here, E," he ordered his brother as he shook my
cock and pointed it him.
"Yeah, why don't you start.....right there," I told him.  And, to my
enjoyment....he did........


more later.....
eli*