From: lucifer7x@aol.com (Lucifer 7X)
Subject: The twins of my dreams (teen M\ teen M \ teen M)
Date: 26 May 1995 23:07:40 -0400
Reply-To: lucifer7x@aol.com (Lucifer 7X)

The Life of J.

Written by: A confused but very horny teenager (16)

WARNING: The following story is 100% fictional, no parts are real. The
names have not been changed (except for mine) cause I don't give a shit
about them knowing this story exists. This story is about a pair of twins
that are gay, and me, who is bisexual and what we do. I dreamed this, so
no part is at all real. If you are under legal age, please stop reading
here. Who are we really joking guys? I'm 16 and write this shit, and I get
this type of stuff from the net. Also, if you are not interested in teen
agers, gay sex, or teen written material, stop reading now. If you have
anything to do with law enforcement, or any other organization that would
get me in deep shit, STOP reading NOW!!!! Any comments are to be sent to
lucifer7x@aol.com  With that said, enjoy.......


	I don't really remember when I relized I was interested in guys,
but it wasn't that long after I turned 14. I was a late bloomer, and
didn't really learn about sexual preference until then. I had always
wondered if I was a gay guy, a straight but curios guy, or a bisexual guy,
and now that I've had the experience that I'm about to tell you about, I
know I'm gay.
	I had gone to my Senior High School for about a year, and it was
almost over. I had been looking at a lot of the guys there secretly for a
while (oh yeah, I'm 16, and they are too) and I had picked out a couple
that I was sure I'd think about a lot in the next few years. I'm about
5'4" tall, and have a slim, sexy build, The two guys I was currently
looking at, were about 5'2 1\2" tall and had the same build as me. Ok,
here's the cool part, they were twins!! They had sharp, smooth, defined
facial features, and a beautiful head of light, almost blond, hair. They
had different hair cuts though. One of them (the one I like the most) was
not really athletic, very smart (A+ honor roll) and had hair a little
longer than mine, which is to say about the bottom of his skull. It was
very silky and fine, which I could tell by looking at him. His name
was.....well, I'll give ya his real name, Peyton. Not common, but I like
it!! His brother, Patrick, was on the soccer team, had nice, well defined
calves, and shorter than his brothers hair. I didn't like him as much as
peyton, can't say why, I just didn't. Anyways, on to the story
	I never really talked to them, 'cause it might look kinda awkward
for me to say something out of the blue. I looked at them all the time,
and any chance I got, so I'm sure they caught me looking at them every so
often. Well, one day I was walking down the stairs in my way to my next
class when Patrick (the one I like, but not as much as Peyton) passed me
and grabbed me. He pulled me to the side of the lalding in the middle of
the stairs, and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were the color of his
hair, a light brown that just seems to sparkle. 
	"Your name is Jonathan right?" God how I'd waited for the moment I
could be near him and have him talk to me at the same time. I was so
caught up in the moment, that I could barely get out a.....
	"Uhhhh......yeah, why?" Deep down I was praying that he would tell
me that he saw me looking at him and say he liked me to. But that was too
much to hope for. 
	"I don't think I should be telling you this," YES!!! Here it
comes..... "but Rebecca said she likes you." AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
	I tried to play it like I had no attraction to him. "Who told you
that?"
	"Rebecca did, and she made me promise not to tell you, but I think
your pretty cool, so I'd like to see the two of you together." 
	"Ok, you tell her I think she looks good and that I like her too."
I was staring directly into his sparkling brown eyes, and I felt so weak
in the knees that I leaned up against the wall for support.
	"Sure, no problem." He started to walk off then spun around on his
heel and got a number where I.....she can call you?" He looked a little
red in the face, and I'm sure I would be too if I'd made the same mistake.
	"Yeah, it's 555-5940." I started to turn around and leave when I
heard him say "thanks" under his breath. My dream was starting to come
true.

* * * * *

	I got home that day and immediatly went to my room to think about
Peyton and Patrick. I'm not really one to masturbate just by fantasizing,
I really just masturbate when I'm really tense. Anyways, I went in and
layed down on my bed, closed my eyes and proceeded to dream of the twins. 
	Just as I was about to fall into the bottomless pit of sleep, I
heard my telephone go off. I reached over and picked up the handset
grogily. I was expecting I to be my best friend, Mike, but it wasn't.
	"Who is it?" What came next was too awesome.
	"Heh-heh-hehh-heh," obvious Beavis imitation, "you got ten pound
balls?"
	"Who is THIS?!?!" I had no idea who it was, but that line was used
for prank calling the bowling alley, and I didn't appreciate being
disturbed.
	"Jon, chill man, it's me Patrick. I called cause I heard that you
liked role playing games, and me and my bro wanted to know if ya wanted to
come over and play a quick game tommorrow after school?" I was in seventh
heaven. This is just what I dreamed.
	"Oh, sorry, I was about to take a nap. Yeah I'd like to play a
game, but if I ride your bus home, how am I going to get home?"
	"No sweat, my parents can take you home when we finish." 
	"Alright, see ya tommorrow afternoon."
	"Alright, later."
	"Later."

* * * * *

	I talked to Patrick and Peyton at lunch and fell more in love with
them than before. We talked about all kinds of role playing stuff. Now,
when I say Role Playing, I mean the paper, pencil, dice, rules type of
role playing, not physical role playing.
	I rode home with them that day, sitting by Peyton and talking
about what type of characters we liked to play.
	When we got to their house I was ammazed by the size of it; it was
huge!!
	"Nice house!!" I figured I'd comment on it.
	Peyton looked me in the eyes, almost like he was looking for
something, and said, "Thanks."
	We walked into the living room, and I made myself comfortable
while Patrick went up stairs to get the books, dice and all that stuff.
Peyton sat down beside me and said, "Patrick said that the adventure might
take a little longer than he had expected, and we wanted to know if you
could spend the night." He avoided looking at me this time. It was Friday,
so I didn't see why not.
	"Yeah, let me go call my dad. Where's your phone?"
	"In there." he pointed to the kitchen.
	I got up and walked into the kitchen. I felt my crotch start to
stir as I envisioned what could happen tonight, even though I was almost
positive that they were straight. I called my dad and he said that I could
spend the night, so I said good-bye and went back to the living room. When
I got back, Patrick had sat a table in front of the couch and and was
setting up the game. Peyton said that we'd have to sit on the floor in
front of the table to play. I had no problem with that so I sat down and
positioned my shirt to hide my rising hard-on. 
	We started playing the game and it got to be real exciting, not
sexualy, but very actioned packed. Patrick was a very good writer and
speaker.
	As the game moved on, Patrick picked up his Coke and and looked
into it and said with a discouraged face, "I'm almost out, can you hand me
one off the sixer behind you Jon?" 
	"Sure." I turned around to grab the Coke and when I turned around
Patrick yelled, "SHIT!! I spilled it all over myself." That he had; there
was a big brown spot from the neck of his shirt to the stomache of his
nice white shirt.
	I smiled and tossed him the unopened Coke can. He caught it and
sat it down on the table. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it
over his head, exposing his armpits and chest. Like me, he was completely
hairless under his arms and on his chest. He was a pale color that
indicated that he didn't get out much. He played soccer though, so he must
not tan very well. His chest was completely flat, along with his abdomen,
which turned me on a lot. I briefly wondered if he had any hair on his
cock. I realized quickly that I was staring, and since Patrick couldn't
see me through his shirt over his face, I looked at Peyton to see if he
saw me staring at his very fine looking twin. He was staring right at me,
with a giant smile on his face.
	He then looked at his brother, who had his shirt completely off,
and smiled at him. "It's alright Pat, he's cool." I could guess what he
meant by that.
	Patrick got up and dodged items on the floor until he was directly
in front of me. He knelt down and got about three inches from my face. The
moment seemed to last forever, then he closed his eyes and tilted his head
to the right, planting his soft lips on mine. I was shocked at first, but
then I closed my eyes and let myself be lost in the moment. I felt his
mouth open and his tounge part my lips and enter my mouth. I followed
suit, as we explored eachothers warm wet mouths. He put his right hand on
the back of my neck as we kissed passionately. I placed my right hand on
the back of his neck, carressing it as I slid my fingers through his silky
hair. I placed my left hand on his right side and felt him all the way up
and down. His skin was so smooth and warn, I had an instant boner. 
	The kiss lasted forever as far as I'm concerned, but when it
finally ended, he pulled away and looked me in the eyes again and said,
"Damn your good!! I've waited to do that ever since I saw you."
	"Me too." Peyton had removed his shirt while we were frenching,
and they are identical twins, he had the same beautiful, smooth, bare
chest his brother did. He got up and walked over until he was right beside
me. 
	"Stand up." they both said in unison. I happily obliged. Peyton
grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards him, placing his lips over
mine. He kissed the same way as his brother, and I was once again in pure
bliss. I felt Patrick slide my shirt up and as it reached my face Peyton
pulled away. As soon as it was off, he began to french me again as Patrick
slid his hands all over my pecs and abs. I lifted weights sometimes, and
had a little bit of bulge to my pectorals, but they were still pretty much
flat. He slid his hands down until he reached my fly, then he slowly
unbuttoned it and yanked my pants down to my ankles. As I stepped out of
my pants, Peyton carresssed my hard crotch while still kissing me
passionately. As he rubbed my hard-on through my thin briefs, Patrick
removed his own pants and then started removing his twins. I thought they
looked good before, damn was I wrong; they looked too good to describe in
their underware.
	"Nice rod man." I had stopped kissing Peyton and Patrick was
rubbing his own hard-on through his underware. 
	Peyton looked me directly in the eyes and said "We're going to
strip for you and then you gotta do likewise. OK??" How could I resist?
	"Sure." They told me to sit on the couch and that I'd like this.
They then walked to the middle of the room andturned to eachother.
	Patrick reached up and grabbed Peyton around the neck and pulled
him toward himself until their lips met. They embraced and felt eachother
all over before Patrick pulled away and got on his knees in front of his
brother. He hooked one finger on each side of his brother and puller his
underware down to his knees, letting his five inch cock spring free. It
looked almost exactly like mine; it was pointed at a fourty five degree
angle away from his body with a head a little thicker than the shaft. His
rod was a tanner color than the rest of his body, and his almost hairless
balls were the same color. The only hair he had was a small "V" shaped
patch at the base of his nice dick.
	Patrick smiled at me then took his twins full length into his
mouth, licking it all over and then carressing his balls with his tounge.
	I couldn't stand it anymore, I pulled my briefs down and let my
dick pop free. It is only half an inch longer than Peytons. 
	Peyton, who was lost in the great blow he was getting from his
brother, had his head tilted back. He raised his head and looked at me,
then my dick. He got real happy and pulled his dick out of his brothers
mouth. Patrick opened his eyes, lookied at me and immidiatly caught on.
While Patrick tried to slip out of his underware, Peyton walked over,
knelt between my spread legs, and smiled up at me before he started
sucking on my love pole. I was experience exctasy. I tilted my head back
and started moving my hips in time with his bobbing head. I felt Patrick
climb accross my lap and start to feel me up again. I slid down so he
could sit on my stomache. After we were situated with Peyton blowing me
and Patrick on my stomache, Patrick leaned down and kissed me. This time
though, he deep throated me, licking all over the inside of my mouth.
	This went on until I thought I was about to explode. 
	"Both of you fine guys need to get off me before I cum
everywhere!!" They both laughed and got off me.
	"What do ya wanna do now?" Patrick asked, his beautiful smile
crossing his fine face.
	"Ummmm.....how 'bout this?" I then laid patrick down on the floor
and then moved Peyton around until they were in a 69 position. They
started blowing eachother and licking eachother with a lot zeal when I
decided that I could handle contact with them again. I knelt down in back
of Peyton and carressed his ass cheeks and parted his cheeks while I lubed
up my fingers on my left hand. I felt him tense up, so I guess he knew
what I was about to do. I slipped my first two fingers inside his warm
body to loosen him up just a little bit. After I figured he was loose
enough, I got on my knees, grabbed his hips and started to part his cheeks
with my cock. As I penetrated him, I could tell him and his brother had
never done this before. I hadn't either for that matter. He was very
tight, and I had trouble getting in, but after a few minutes, he was loose
and ready. 
	I rammed away at his virgin hole and slowly my climax built. Then,
all of a sudden his ass tensed up and I felt his muscles contract again
and again. He was cumming, and by looking down at his brothers head, I
could tell Patrick was too. That was what sent me over the edge. I blew my
whole wad into his ass hole, filling him up with jet after jet of teen
cum. My body shivered with the best orgasm I've ever had. I could feel
every part of my body pulse with the wave after wave of exctasy. I almost
collapsed because of all the muscle tensing going on. 
	That was the best time I've ever had. Really the only time.

* * * * * 

	We layed there for hours in eachothers arms, kissing and feeling
until we all drifted off into a deep sleep.
	When we woke up it was about eleven thirty. Patrick said that
their parents shouldn't be home before one in the morning, so we all got
up and took a shower together. 
	This was the begining of a mutualy satisfying friendship, and I'm
sure that there will be more to cum.

							- J.

The Life of J.  PART II

Written by: A confused but very horny teenager (16)

WARNING: The following story is 100% fictional, no parts are real. The
names have not been changed (except for mine) cause I don't give a shit
about them knowing this story exists. This story is about my brothers
friend, who isn't sure about what he likes, and me, who is bisexual. I
dreamed this, so no part is at all real. If you are under legal age,
please stop reading here. Who are we really joking guys? I'm 16 and write
this shit, and I get this type of stuff from the net. Also, if you are not
interested in teen agers, gay sex, or teen written material, stop reading
now. If you have anything to do with law enforcement, or any other
organization that would get me in deep shit, STOP reading NOW!!!! Any
comments are to be sent to lucifer7x@aol.com  With that said, enjoy.......


	It was sort of a typical Saturday for me, and I was just lying
there on my bed, watching some tv and slurpin on a large glass of water. I
was watching a show called "My So Called Life" on MTV, and was very
interested in the character Rickie, who is gay. I myself am bisexual, but
prefer looking at guys.
	It wasn't about ten minutes into the show when I heard a knock on
the door. I had been waiting around for my brothers friend, Mike, to come
over and spot for me while I lifted weights. Mike was twelve, as tall as
me (5'4") and had sandy blond hair. He was not developed when it came to
muscles, but he was slim, and probably didn't have an ounce of fat on him.
Sometimes he would lift the weights with me and on occasion he would
almost stradle my face while lightly holding the barbell to spot me.
	The door swung open, and I gazed lovingly at his flat body, blond
hair, and bluish-grey eyes. "Hey Jon! How's it going?" I watched him as he
entered the room and closed the door behind him. My crotch started to stir
in rememberance of all the dreams I'd had of him. 
	"I'm cool. And you?"
	"Just got back from soccer practice, and I'm not really sure I
want to lift today."
	"That's cool, we can wait till tommorrow. Bye." I didn't really
mean that, but I didn't want to force him into anything he didn't want to
do.
	"Ummm.....wait. I wanted to talk to you about something." My
attention wasn't on him anymore, it was refocused on the tv. I had
expected him to leave to go play some games with my brother (who was very
unattractive) or something.
	I focused my attention on him again, and watched him walk over to
my weight bench and sit down. "Sure, what about?"
	He looked very uncomfortable, and would not meet my gaze, instead,
he stared at the floor. "It's.....umm.....kinda personal."
	"I can deal with personal." That was the truth, but I might have
to lie to cover up the fact that I was attracted to him, or guys in
general; I didn't want that secret to ever get out.
	"You like girls right? Well so do I. But I wanted to know have you
ever.....you know.....looked at another guy?"
	I didn't think that this kid could be thinking sexualy at twelve,
so I tried to keep it from getting sexual. "Everyone looks at another guy
sometime. I mean, if you look at your dad, your looking at a guy."
	"No, I mean, have you ever gotten stiff over one?" His face was
flushed red.
	"Why, have you?" I was hoping he'd say yes, so I could tell the
truth too.
	"Yeah, after soccer practice I started getting hard by looking at
the other guys in the shower, and I'm wondering if that's normal?"
	"Yeah, it's normal to get hard over other guys at your age."
	"What about you? Do you get hard by looking at other guys?"
	"Sometimes." I kinda liked the way that this was heading.
	"Ok. I have another question. I saw my brother touching himself
all over down there, then he looked like he was peeing milk, but thicker,
is there something wrong with him? And why was he doing it?"
	This was turning out great!! I thought he knew about jacking off,
but since he didn't, I guess I had to teach him, even if it meant the
"Hands-On" approach!! "It's called jacking off, guys do it when they are
real tense, horny, or when they can't get a girk to have sex with them.
The white stuff you saw was cum, it comes out when guys have an orgasm."
	"I tried jacking off the other day, and it felt real good. Then
all of a sudden I had my first orgasm, but nothing came out, why?" He was
starting to feel a little more comfortable with the conversation.
	"Your not old enough. Would you like to see me do it?" I can't
believe I had just said that!! I could get into so much trouble if his
parents found out I asked that.
	When he ansewered, it was a light whisper, "Yeah, I would."
	"Ok then, but first you gotta do something for me." I walked over
and locked the door to my room and then walked back over to where he was
sitting. "Stand up." He stood up, showing a definate bulge in his tight
shorts. "Does this feel good?" I placed my hand on the bulge and gave a
light squeeze. I could hear him gasp then open his mouth to talk,
"Ohhhh......yes." 
	"Would you like to touch me?" I asked.
	"Yes I would." It was almost a whisper. 
	I rubbed him up and down, from hips to shoulders, before I pulled
the soccer jersey over his head and threw it on the floor. I stood there
admiring his young, athletic body as he reached over and started to pull
my Braves T-shirt over my head. He threw it on the floor right next to his
own shirt and started feeling my chest. He felt that for a little while
before he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, taking my underware with
them, exposing my five and a half inch cock, which was rock hard right
now. I pulled him up from off his knees, where he was staring at my dick
with anticipation.
	"My turn." I rubbed his upper body with both hands, paying special
attention to his nipples. I bent down and pulled his shorts and briefs
down to his ankles. As soon as his four and a half inch dick was free, I
took it all into my mouth. Before I took it all in, I looked it over real
quick; it was sort of slim and very tan, he had a little growth of pubic
hair around the base of his rod, and his balls were smooth and rounded.
	"Ahhhh.....that feels real good, don't stop!!" he moaned as I
bobbed my head back and forth on his pulsing dick. Soon he began to
thrash, and buck around, so I placed both hands on his firm, young ass
cheeks and held them firmly. I really wanted to see if this hot young boy
could cum or not, so I decided a little more was needed to speed things
up.
	I removed one hand from his ass and stuck two fingers in between
my mouth and his dick, to wet them up a little. I then reached around and
slowly parted his cheeks and inserted the two fingers very carefully. I
slowly started moving in and out of his hole, gaining speed with each
thrust. At first contact with his hole, I could tell I was having a great
effect on him, he was begining to get closer.
	"Ohhhhhh god!!! I think I'm cumming!!" and that he was. I don't
know why he didn't shoot the other day when he masturbated, but he shot
now. Jet after jet oozed out of his cock, filling my mouth with his sweet
boy-cum, some of it even leaked out of my mouth onto the floor. He started
moaning loudly and then he tensed up and then relaxed. I then proceeded to
slurp every last drop of cum down, letting his now soft cock fall from my
mouth.
	"God that was great. What can I do for you?" He was smiling at me
and he looked to be adoring me. 
	"The same, only a little different." What I had in mind was a
sixty-nine type thing, and while he sucked my rod, I'd try to get his back
to full attention. I told him of my idea and he said sure. "But
first....." I said, reaching over and placing my hand on the back of his
neck. I pulled him closer and closer until our lips met in a kiss more
exstatic than I'd ever felt. I slipped my tounge into his mouth and he did
likewise, and I later found out he'd frenched a lot of girls, most of
which thought he was just as cute as I did.
	When the kiss ended, I layed down on the bed and showed him how to
get on top of me. Without hesitation, he began taking my rod into his
warm, wet mouth, as I gave his tan nut sack a thorough tounge washing. He
got hard again in no time. We sucked at eachother for the longest time,
when Mike started to mimmick my earlier actions. He wet up his fingers and
placed them between my cheeks, hesitating before inserting them a little
rougher than I did him, but it was his first time doing this. It felt so
good as he thrust deeper and deeper into me, that I moaned real loud in
expectation of my very close climax. 
	I started to shoot my load right down Mikes throat, at the same
time he shot his second load in my mouth. I swallowed all of his and he
got all but a few drops of mine. As he climbed off me and started to get
dressed, I walked over to him and kissed hhim long and passionately. He
returned the kiss and thanked me for all I'd done.
	"No sweat, I just hope we can do it another time." I think I was
starting to fall in love with this fine looking young guy.
	"I'd love to."
 
                                                                     - J.
Lucifer7x@aol.com

"Believe in angels."
            -The Crow