Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 07:29:18 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Twins, One's Gay Part One" Jay Roberts Gay incest ++++If you want to see a grown dude cry, just hang out here if you are under 18. If you want me to smile, be over 18 and stay and enjoy. Mom wasn't too creative when she named me Hop, and my brother Skip. Shit, if we had been triplets, the third would have been named Jump. Oh well, even with that handicap, we two handsome guys did all right for ourselves. Now, at the age of eighteen, I can have practically any girl I want. Skip could also, except he prefers boys. I guess you are wondering if I also got a little of the lavender in me. Well I don't. If you think twins are clones, you better read up on it. There are slight differences in the genes, even in identical twins, which we are. Yeah, we are nearly perfect copies of each other, and we still dress alike, altho' Skip does some subtle things to look different, and a little gay. For instance, his pants are tighter. His crotch makes quite a show because he's built cock-wise, on the large size. Naturally, when I say this, I am saying it for myself. The real question you are dying to ask is: "Do you kids make out with each other?" It's hard to answer that because we do love each other, more than ordinary brothers do. We kiss each other on the lips each night before we go to sleep. It's not a sexual kiss; it's a brotherly kiss, but still I get a tinkle in my twinkle, even though I'm straight. I know that Skip would like to get it on, right after the kiss, but I consider that kid's stuff from our early adolescence and I have grown out of the it. The reason I grew out of it, is that I have a steady girl friend-with benefits. Her name is Jill. She claims she has no trouble telling the difference between Skip and I, at least not in the light. We are identical. I may be, on very close examination, to be slightly meatier, but we have the same pink/rosy smooth skin from my mother. (Dad is a hairy bear.) We are 5'7" and weight about 140. Small for football, but we are fast. One other thing about Skip, he may be queer, but he's no swish. We are both on the football team; we both have nice muscles and we know how to fight-if we have to. Also, Skip is no browning queen, he enjoys making out with some of the hot bois at school, but no one gets his ass, no way. In fact, we both share the love of getting blown, except the blower is a boy in his case. I hinted that we had more than a brotherly relationship from maybe twelve to fourteen. Yeah, that's the age of sexual awakening, when you are hard all the time and you yearn for action. It was only natural that we each reached for the nearest hot body, and I must say we have hot bodies. We'd excuse our fooling around by saying we are practicing for when we are older. Oh my oh my, those hot wet kisses, those tit licks, and eventually, mutual masturbation. We never went further than that, but it sure blew our minds as well as our cocks. Right now, Skip has a steady also. He's Billy also on our football team, except Billy is 6' 3" of solid muscle. Picture him, close buzz cut, shoulders twice the width of Skip with Skip standing on his tip toes and making out with the handsome brute. Skip and I have pillow talk at night. Because we love each other, we are interested in each other's sex life. He loves my details about Jill. It's a little disloyal that I kiss and tell, but he loves to hear about Jill giving me blow jobs and all about me going down on her and how she moans and yips her cums. I hear about Billy, stuff I ought not to, after all Billy is on the team, supposed to be a straight guy. If the others ever knew what a horn dog he is for my brother's lips and body. "Billy's one desire is to fuck me." Skip also confesses that Billy has been getting very pushy about the subject, even a little bit physical. "He pinches my rear...hard." Skip says that if Billy weren't such a hot, loving guy, he would begin to think about moving on. "But I just am hooked on him. He gets me all hot and bothered just looking at him. And his smell..." That started a whole discussion about smells. I told Skip that he smells just like I do. "You goin' do it?" I asked him, thinking the pressure might be weakening his resolve. "Never. I am oral boi, not ass boi. I like what we have." "How about you fucking him?" "That might be okay in the future. Right now, it's status quo for me." It's a little disquieting to tell you that Billy has it for me as well. Well naturally, we are almost the same person. When he comes in the bedroom to see Skip, he always grabs my shoulder and squeezes it. I have to break away from his iron grip. I always see Skip, on the bed, grinning at my discomfiture." Now things were limping along sex-wise the last few weeks, Skip fending off Billy, and me trying to get Jill to let me progress to real sex. Yeah, we been nibbling at the borders, but now's the time to plunge. Right now, it is about midnight in our house. Mom and Dad are on a trip so Skip invited Billy to sleep over. They were somewhere around the house when I decided to pack it in for the night. I fell asleep fast, but maybe about an hour of deep sleep, I began to have a dream. I felt that I was in a wrestling hold. I wasn't unpleasant; I could feel the other wrestler's warm body against mine. But the odor mixture of sweetness and coldness was not pleasant. I began to wake up. I was on my side; some ones strong hairy legs were jackknifing my body. I could feel a large prick against my ass. "Skip," I mumbled. "Stop foolin' around. I'm sleeping." I tried to push him off, but a washcloth with that funny odor was held against my nose. I drifted off. A few minutes later, I half awoke to the greatest feeling. I pushed my ass backwards to get more of the good feeling. Some one's face was in my ass crack and a long hot tongue was exciting my pucker hole. I was moaning with pleasure. Then I heard Billy's bass voice buzzing into my ass. "I knew you were a bottom boi. You got chicken skin popping up all over your back. You love this. Tell me to fuck you, I want to hear it." Half drunk with chloroform, the other half in heavy desire to have a cock enter my hole, I cried out in a girlish voice, "Please fuck me." In a moment, we were there. His blunt cock head entered. It seemed like I had been wanting that all my life. He was panting and sobbing in pleasure and wet-kissing my back. His thrusts began more frantic. I met each one by pushing back wantonly. To my shame I felt my orgasm coming on. "Please stop. Don't do any more." Hearing me, it put the cloth on my face and I tumbled deep into a chemical trance as my cock spewed on my chest. Just as I was falling deeper, I felt him shout that he was coming and my insides were bathed with my teammates spooge. I think I came to after only a minute. I could hear Skip's voice, "Hop, whatcha doin' with my guy. You're a fucking bottom boi. I never knew. I think our nights are goin' to be interesting. As for you Billy, I have to think about whether this is it, for us." Billy started to almost cry. "Skip, I thought it was you in the bed. Fuck, I am so sorry." End Part One