Date: Thu, 2 May 2013 14:13:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Ben Ezra Jacobson Subject: The Baynebridge Twins Dear Nifty...This latest story is about my friendship and sexual exploits with a pair of red headed hotties in my High School Days when I was 16 years old. The details have been taken from my journals which I have kept most of my life. These brothers were really nice guys and our week at scout camp was laced with adventure and some sexual exploration. I hope my readers enjoy the addition to the others stories past submitted. Ben Ezra Jacobson . . . . . . . . . . . The Baynebridge Twins By Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, PHD-Literature From my journals... When I was in High School, there were a pair of twin boys in my junior year classes with whom I became good friends. They were Jim and Joe Baynebridge, a pair of redheaded hotties with freckles all over their faces, and bodies. In the shower room after physical education class, it was noticed by all the guys in the P.E. class that even their groin area was punctuated with freckles and bright red pubic hair. Both of the boys had the most wonderful smiles and not only were they popular with all the girls, they were buddies to all the boys. They averaged in height at about five foot ten, weighed about 140 pounds each, had flawless complexions other than the freckles and the most iridescent shade of green eyes. Both were exceptionally athletic, very muscularly developed and well endowed. Both were honor students and members of the student body. Both sang in the choir...both at school and at their church. They had a very admirable characteristic that stood out to everyone that knew them and that was that they were friendly, self-confident, always seemed to see the lighter and amusing side of life and both were quick to take the side of anyone who appeared to be struggling. They always seemed to be there when some one was being bullied and needed a defender. At that time, they were fearless...and commanded a great deal of respect from their friends and those who could have been an aggressor, had they not known that the Baynebridge's always took the part of the underdog. The Baynebridge twins had been reared by their mother after their father had died while they were very young. Ellen Baynebridge was a teacher who taught chemistry and science to high school seniors. She had given her sons the best education she could and they had grown up to make her proud of them. Their home was a modest two bedroom house within walking distance of the our high school. Ellen Baynebridge was not a person who was impressed with a lot of knick-knacks and trinkets in her home. The furniture and appliances were all functional and minimalist in style. She had reared the boys to value education, friendship, and frugality. Their home was a no-nonsense environment where they flourished. She had also raised them to be individual. At no time in their lives had they worn identical clothing although they shared the same bedroom and closet and interchanged their clothes at will. They even told their friends that they wore each others underwear and socks...after all...white socks and white briefs looked an awful lot alike. Ellen tried to persuade them to wear their own underclothing...and they said that they did, but when her back was turned...they wore each others with careless abandon. Their bedroom was small and they shared a full size bed and when their mother had said good night, turned out the light, and shut their bedroom door, they often kicked off their white briefs and snuggled together under the sheet and blanket, completely naked. Mrs. Baynebridge became concerned about the boys showering together to save time when they were late for school. She spoke to them about it and encouraged them to shower one at a time and went so far as to discuss the matter with a friend who was a psychiatrist. Her friend advised her that it is not uncommon for same gendered siblings to do that and to not be concerned. The condition would correct itself as they matured with age. When their mother was home, they showered separately for her peace of mind...but when she was gone...they showered together...to save time and hot water. My first sexual encounter with them was at scout camp. We shared a cabin along with my neighbor Greg Whitacre. The scout cabin we occupied had four bunks and was in a row with nine additional cabins all in a row and approximately ten feet between each one. Greg and I had been enjoying an intimate relationship for a year...and we had heard rumors that Jim and Joe Baynebridge shared a full size bed in the bedroom that they shared. As we settled into the cabin the first night of scout camp, my friend Greg who knew no timidity when speaking about anything just flat came out and asked them. "Joe...is it true that you and Jim share a bedroom and a bed at home," he asked? "It is," Jim interjected, "what of it?" "Don't you get teased by the kids at school about it," he asked? "Not to our faces," Joe added. "Look," Jim interrupted, "our house is small and it takes all Mom can do to keep us going...the fact that we have to share a room is the least we can do, to do our part and keep the family together." "Sorry," Greg responded, " I meant no disrespect. It is just that I have always had a room to myself and my own bathroom." "Yah," said Joe, " and you had both your mom and your dad in the home to see that you were cared for and comfortable. Our mom is doing that on her own. We never complain about our circumstances because it is the best we can do." "Damn," Greg interjected, "never thought of it that way." "Look guys", I butted in, "we know you are practical minded and that you have to do the best with the resources you have. Greg didn't mean any disrespect to either of you or to your mother...it's just that he as an only child and myself with just one sister...have always thought it would be great to have a brother close to our ages to have as a buddy and confidant." Jim smiled, "It does have it's advantages. Joe and I have never known what it was like to be on our own. We always had each other...through thick and thin...and it has made everything really great." "I can imagine," said Greg. "No you can't," Joe returned, "you have no idea what it is like to have no dad and your mom as a teacher is busy with school and the home...and a lot of the things you would talk to your dad's about...we could only talk to each other about...and no real assurance we were on track." "Look guys," Jim added, "we did the best we could...and having a brother that looks like you and thinks like you and talks like you and acts like you...is like having two of yourself. We have always been on the same wave length and lots of time we did not have to even speak...we just knew what the other was thinking." "Yes, and you have always been so close. Do you ever disagree on anything," I asked them. "Sure," said Jim, " we once had a disagreement on whether we wanted onions or black olives on our pizza." "Are you shitting me," Greg queried? "Of course," Joe responded, " we like them both. Actually we do not have the same opinions on everything. Like, I like science more and Jim likes math more...but we both like gym classes...and choir. It isn't a big deal to like different things. We look alike and mostly think alike...but we have our little differences." "Yeah...like what," Greg asked. "Well, I like to go to sleep on my left side and Joe likes to sleep on his right side," Jim replied. "Yeah, big hairy deal," Greg responded... "who cares which side you like to sleep on. Everyone laughed...and the conversation about likes and dislikes came to an end. Although the Baynebridge twins had not really told us much...I felt that there was a lot more to their story than what they were saying. The scout counselors came by and told us it was time for all lights to be out. Greg switched off the dim cabin light and we all lay on top of our bunks with a nice breeze coming through the windows. It only took Greg about ten minutes to go to sleep. We could hear the even breaths as he slipped into deep sleep. I laid on my bunk, on my left side, facing the two bunks that Joe and Jim occupied. They evidently thought I was asleep too. One climbed out of his bunk and climbed in bed with the other...both pointed away from me. They laid there about thirty minutes snuggled up against one another when Joe climbed back out...leaned down and kissed his brother on the side of his face and returned to his own bunk. This was a side of the twins that I am sure no one had previously seen. It was touching...and I longed to be in their shoes. At that moment, I wanted to climb in bed with Greg and hold him tight as we had done the preceding summer at White Sands lake...but rumors spread like wild fire at camp...and there was no desire to start a rumor that would follow us back to high school in the fall. I longed to climb into bed with either of the twins and to feel their body heat and smell their fragrance...but it was obvious that they were too protective of each other, for that even to be a possibility. I lay there for the longest time...watching and listening as both of them had the soft breath of a sound sleep. My heart ached to be part of their closeness. Morning came too quickly. We had breakfast in the mess hall and then an assortment of activities before lunch. At lunch, we were instructed that we were going to have canoe games this afternoon. Teams of two would be given a list of things they had to do...all pertaining to scouting skills and then those who completed their tasks, were to paddle back to camp. It sounded like a scavenger hunt only tailored to scout standards. Would we get to pick our partners or would they be by chance..? We all gathered at the beach front where row after row of shiny aluminum canoes rested upside down on the sand. The scout leaders had appointed one leader to give the rules and then at random, had us all make a single file line. Jim, Joe, Greg and I were about half way in the middle. When the leader assigning canoes got to us...he split Jim and Joe. One would go with Greg and the other with me. They looked at each other like they had been stabbed in the foot. "What," one said, " they are going to split us up?" The other smiled and responded, "It is ok...it will still be fun and we can compare notes when we get back." Greg and I looked at each other and wondered when they would explode...but they did not. They turned to us...and said that we would go with it and then when we get back...compare adventures. I wondered if it was one of the first times they had ever had to compete against one another. Jim was to be my canoe partner and Joe would go with Greg. We got our list of tasks to perform and our sack lunches and bottled water, life jackets, canoe paddles and personal gear...and started out. Jim and I were to use the compass and go north by north-west across the lake to "Whatchamacallit" island and there decipher the hieroglyphs on the rock that had been etched a couple days ago by another camp counselor. Then we were to paddle to the mainland on the other side and cut a seed cone from several conifers, gather some leaves from a couple of the hard wood trees, and then complete eight other tasks. We, then, were suppose to return to the island and wait for the trumpet call to alert all teams to return to camp. I thought it was an odd way to run a scavenger hunt...but as they pointed out...the idea was not a hasty retreat to get done... it was accuracy in the tasks to be performed. If every other team's tasks seemed as simple as ours were...the game would be over in less than an hour...but we resolved to do as instructed and wait to be called in. After the last task, according to instructions, we returned to the Island to wait. Whatchamacallit Island, about the size of a city block, was covered with pine trees and a few hard Maple trees. We landed a second time on the sand beach and pulled the canoe onto the sand. Leaving the gear in the canoe since it was day light...we climbed up the side of some rocks and sat on top of a large flat rock that was about twenty feet in each direction. It was called Table Rock on the map...and we could see quite a ways out on the lake...through the pines that surrounded it. We had a good view out...but the trees obscured the view of the rock from the water. We took our sack lunches and bottled water and sat on the rock watching the others going about their tasks. "Wonder if the others will get done as quickly as we did," I wondered aloud. "Maybe," Jim replied, "but it seems like we had an awfully easy one. It sure did not takes us long to get the tasks done and collect the items requested." "Yeah...it seems like we should hurry to get back first," I said. "Right, but taking the speed out of the competition gives a better chance that most of the tasks will be done right instead of slopping thorough, just to get done quickly," Jim responded. " It really makes perfect sense when you think about it." After eating our sandwiches and drinking most of our water...we stretched out on the stone with the boughs of the trees shading most of the rock. I took off my shirt and laid it on the rock for my head to rest. Jim seeing me do that, did the same. My swimming trunks were knit and clung to the contour of my groin but Jim's trunks were boxer style and with one knee bent...I got a good look at his hardware surrounded with a nest of bright red pubic hair. "Can you see it OK...or do I need to take off my trunks," he said with a wide grin on his face. "I'm sorry Jim...I didn't mean to stare...it's just... not everyday, you see that much red hair," I apologized. "It's OK, you are not the first who has wondered if we have red pubic hair to match the hair on our head, chest, arms and legs," he said. "I am not sensitive about it. Face it...if you got it...you flaunt it." We both laughed. As I looked into his face, I saw a good natured kid who was not ashamed of his body. On the spur of the moment...I reached over and touched the red pubic hair around his balls which were hanging out of his trunks legs. The trunks were wide legged...and as he shifted to the other side...his dick also plopped out from the open pant leg. He smiled...sat up...and took the trunks off. Still smiling...he was waiting to see if I would do the same thing. With a gasp realizing he was waiting on me...I stood up and dropped my trunks. " Hmm mm, straight black hair around your cock. I guess I remember seeing you in the shower room after P.E., but it seems so much straighter and blacker this close," he said. He reached out and run his fingers through my pubic hair. Just the light touch of his combing my hair with his finger... produced a rising erection. I said nothing...too embarrassed to respond...and wondering what he would do next. Jim scooted closer and ran his finger along the under side of my erection. It jumped to his touch. He then took a hold of it...and it pulsated in his hand. "Ben...you're beautiful. I have never touched black pubes before. You still smell like the Dial soup that you showered with this morning. He released me and lay back on the rock...waiting for me to make the next move. I turned completely around and had my face within a few inches of his groin as I reached out and touch his red pubic hair again...and then explored his dick and balls. He moaned with delight and lay back on the rock with his back a bit arched. I stroked him a few times and then leaned over an took his dick in my mouth. "Oh man...that feels so good," he said. " Have you ever had your cock sucked before," I whispered to him. "Only by my brother. We do it to each other all the time," he responded. "Do you? I wondered if you two experimented with each other," I replied. "Yeah, we started exploring each other's bodies when we were about eight years old. We had jerked off together by the time we were eleven, sucked each other by twelve, and penetrated by thirteen." He sat up quickly...you mustn't tell him or anyone else that I have told you this. If it got out...we would be branded as queers. That would kill our mom," he warned. "Jim, if I said anything about it...it would implicate myself as well," I returned, "your secret is as safe with me, as mine is with you." " I know that I can trust you Ben...otherwise I would not have said what I have said to you, nor allowed you to go where you are going," he said with a wide grin on his face. He lay back on the rock...and I went down on his erection with my mouth, slowly sucking his rod and making him sigh with contentment. The more I sucked...the louder he moaned, until he exploded in my mouth. I took all I could hold and spit it out onto the rock. Still he ejaculated another two or three shots before it subsided. Not only was he well endowed, but a prolific cummer. I laid back on the rock to watch his erection go down. He then crawled on to his hands and knees and maneuvered between my legs and began to give me the same courtesy. "You don't have to do that Jim...now that you have cum," I said. "Yes I do," he answered back. "Only a jerk, gets his own satisfaction off and then abandons his partners. Joe and I never leave the other one unfulfilled...never." He took his hand and pushed against my chest until I lay back, then bending both of my knees so he could get closer, he slowly began to run his tongue along the surface of my penis and scrotum. The intensity of the feelings was amazing. Then unexpectedly, he grabbed my legs and bent them back towards my chest, exposing my gluts and sphincter. He took his tongue and teased the area around the rectum. I was getting so hot that I thought I would holler out. He pushed his tongue against the sphincter and when it was very moist, he inserted his index finger and began to explore my prostate. Back to my penis, he went down on me again...slow methodical strokes with his lips and his finger pushing in and out against the prostate...I exploded in his mouth with such intensity that I withered before him on the rock like a worm who had just had his most sensitive areas stimulated to the max. He spit my semen out onto the rock...like I had done for him...but continued to manipulate his finger in my ass. It felt so good, that I did not want him to pull out...but the saliva lubricant was gone...and it was beginning to become too sensitive to continue. We lay beside one another breathing deeply and waiting for the orgasmic contractions to cease. "Jim, that was just too good. You and Jim do that to each other all the time, huh," I asked again? "All the time Ben. But let me share with you...that you are the first one that I have done this with other than Joe," he shared. "Do you intend to tell him about this," I inquired? "Yes, of course...we have no secrets from each other, " but I will tell him in my own way and own time. Please do not suggest what we have done, to anyone. I do not want to hurt him," Jim explained. "Wow, you really love each other, don't you," I returned. "Yes...with twins...it is like having two of yourself...and you do not hurt yourself. I love my brother...not only from the sexual exploration... but I love him for who he is and what he means to me," Jim responded, "I know that you can not understand the depth of feeling between he and I...it is just something that twins share." "I am envious of you and your brother, Jim. I know what love for another male is like. You can trust me explicitly. I will not betray your confidence," I spoke back to him. " I know you will not Ben...I trust you too." We lay naked on the rock, close to each other...occasionally reaching out to fondle again...each others private areas...when the bugle blew to return. We stepped back into our trunks, kissed each other on the lips...and made our way back to the sand beach...cast our canoes back into the water and paddled back to camp. . . . . . . . . . . Around the campfire that night we learned that most of the teams did meet the requirement for recognition. Those who did not...got "runner up" awards so no one felt rejected or left out. It was a great day. We sang a few songs, had dessert, which was cobbler cooked in Dutch ovens and hot chocolate...and then bugle was played again to tell us that it was time to return to our cabins and call it a day. Greg asked Jim if he would trade bunks with him. He said that he did not want to be under the window. Jim agreed to do so...and the switch was made. Jim and Joe made no show of affection that night with each other but as I lay on my back on my bunk wishing the breeze would cool down the cabin interior for a better sleep, I saw Greg reach out and take Joe's hand. I had the answer to my next question. While Jim and I were wondering how Joe would handle the news that we had had some sexual explorations of our own on the table rock...Joe and Greg had had their own get together at another place along the lake. They held each others hands for a few minutes and then pulled apart. I looked over the other shoulder at Jim, and he was smiling. Evidently he had seen the hand holding gesture as well. The breeze finally came up and blew through the east side of the cabin across our cots to the west side and exited the window there. Joe and Greg were both snoring softly. I rolled over onto my right side and faced Jims bunk. He was still awake. Carefully and noiselessly, he eased off his cot and crawled over to my bunk on his hands and knees, raised the sheet over my groin and with his hands, pulled me close to the edge. I scooted to where he wanted me...as he popped my dick into his mouth. It started to grow. After about five minutes, I ejaculated again into his mouth...but this time there was no place to spit. He closed his eyes and swallowed. At first, I thought he was going to gag...but it passed. He kissed the head of my dick and went back to his bunk. Remembering what he had said earlier about he and Joe never leaving the other one unfulfilled, I pushed the sheet back and crawled to his bunk and returned the favor in full. I too nearly gagged. I had never swallowed semen before...and I was not crazy about it. Perhaps it was an acquired taste. We kissed each other again on the lips and I returned to my bunk. The sleep that night was deep and profound. I do not think any of us turned in our sleep all night. Early the next morning we awakened to thunder, lightning...and rain. At breakfast in the mess hall...we were told that our activities today would be postponed and that we had a free day. We could join with the other troops and posts in the mess hall for structured amusements...or we could have some quiet cabin time to read and write letters home, play cards or chess. I thought with the patter of rain on the roof and against the windows...it would be a nice day to just sleep. It was this day...that Joe and Jim spent a lot of time together both at the mess hall and at our cabin. Several times when the rain stopped, they walked to the boat house to talk. I hoped that our pairing off with one another would not bring some ill fed emotions to them...but when they returned...they were both laughing and sparring with each other good naturedly. We played a couple hands of cards on the center bunks and casually broke into conversation about our respective adventures the day before. We decided that when night time came, and the camp became quiet...we would put out the lights...and explore the idea of a four way excursion into sexual bliss. The day seemed to meander slowly. We wished for it to hurry so we could get into the sex games...but it slowed down to a snails crawl. At lunch and again at supper...it seemed like forever getting started and then the cleanup seemed to take way too much time. Finally after concluding programs in the mess hall due to the continued storms...we hustled to our cabin and turned out the light. With the door secured, the blinds drawn over the closed windows...four hot teens stripped naked for some fun. We started off with two pair and then switched to another pair until we had all had time with each other groping, playing and sucking. We then pushed the two middle bunks together and did a four way round robin. We 69'd each other...and gave back and ball massages. In the end...I ended up with Jim again...and Greg ended up with Joe. We put the bunks back to their original position...and I got into bed with Jim and Greg got into bed with Joe...and there we spent the night to play and relax in each others arms. I lay on my left side with my sphincter lubed with some hand crème and Jim's dick greased with a healthy amount of crème...and as he inserted it into me...I learned what a really long thick dick felt like up my colon. I had thought that Greg was large when we were camping in Wisconsin...but Jim was longer and thicker...and it took some patience on both of our parts for him to get in. Our plan was to be as unhurried as possible. According to my wrist watch...we were in that position for over an hour. As he pushed in and pulled back...my prostate gland was getting a good massage within. At one point, with a hand towel wrapped around my cock...his dick massaging my prostate...I ejaculated with out him touching my dick. As soon as I had shot my load...he took some more of the hand cream and started stroking my dick...and with his cock moving in and out...and his jacking me...I shot another load. When he came...he filled my colon with semen...so much so...that I had to hurry to the loo to drain. When I got back...he was cleaning himself up and with the wet warm cloth, proceeded to clean my dick as well. Joe and Greg were still in their bunk together...and if they got off...it was after I went to sleep. Jim and I, completely drained...did not stay awake to see their finale. I do sort of remember both of them breathing very heavily and one sighed when they ejaculated and shortly afterward, the other. Although I was too sleepy to look or comment...I knew they had enjoyed their time together as much as did Jim and me. Our week at scout camp came to an end too soon. We all returned home and four weeks later, Greg and I returned to Boulder Junction with my parents for a month at the Cabin in the Woods where he had come out to each other, the year before. Jim and Joe Baynebridge returned to their mother's house where they spent the rest of the summer in various past times and adventures. Their mother once again became concerned that they were spending a lot of time showering together of a morning...and activity that they said was to save time. Some of her friends had suggested that it might not be a healthy environment for two 16 year old twins to be spending so much time together. Mrs. Baynebridge consulted her family doctor who referred her to a noted psychiatrist. Her friend had suggested the twins might be involved in "twin-cest". The psychiatrist interviewed them all separately and together as a family and pronounced them perfectly normal with nothing of which to be concerned. He advised Mrs. B not to make an issue of the fact that they often spent naked time in the shower together. She dropped the matter... after all a psychiatrist should know best...right? Jim and Joe graduated from high school together and then four years later, they graduated from college together. They took jobs in a near by state...and bought a house together. They never married. They are still together forty years later. When asked why they never married...they both have responded that they never met twin girls that they thought they could be happy with. The age of "coming out" caught up with them a few years ago...and they came out to their friends and what distant cousins were still living. Some people pronounced them "chief of sinners," but as they repeatedly said to those who asked...it is hard to settle for some one you do not love...when you already have someone you do love. Their mother is buried in the town cemetery. She bought three lots when they were young...and had her stone set in the middle. Jim and Joe bought an extra lot to the side so they could some day rest side by side. Love is a strange sensation. Jim and Joe were two of the few who really knew what it meant to love and cherish your sibling...to be your brother's keeper.