Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2021 01:04:11 +0000
From: Joshua Draken <JoshuaDraken@protonmail.com>
Subject: Twins Get Free Pizza - Chapter Three (revised)

This is my first story on nifty after years of enjoying those written by
others. This story, and those that follow, depict consensual sexual acts
between boys and boys, and boys and men. This story is entirely fiction
even though I wish it were true. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback, comments,
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I still have Connor's finger in my mouth. The naked 12-year-old twins are
curled around each other in a heap of soft white boy flesh. All 3 of us
are enjoying the post-orgasmic afterglow. I am in heaven. These two naked
boys are godlets: slim athletic legs rise to slender boyish hips, a
hair-free pubis above the most delightful uncut boy dicks I've ever seen,
firm bellies with tight innie bellybuttons, and rosy pink nipples on a
lightly defined chest. Their necks are supple and slender. Callum has a
mole just above his left collar bone and Conner has a small grouping of
three midway up his neck right over his aorta. Blond hair and blue eyes
finish these two divine forms. As I suck Connor's finger, I devour the
boys with my eyes. I see Callum's eyes are on me as he lays with his head
on his brother's thigh. He's smiling too. It is a contented, loving
smile. His eyes are half closed in a look of pure bliss.

Reluctantly, I pull Connor's finger out of my mouth. I want to lean over,
pull apart Callum's butt cheeks and taste his flavor directly, but I
won't. That would be too forward, too aggressive. These boys are
controlling the encounter, and I am enjoying every minute. Connor takes
back his hand, then reaches down to his young, languid penis and pulls
back the foreskin to reveal the wet rosy head of his glans. His penis is
so small and cute, the size of his thumb. He milks it, running the
foreskin up and down a time or two till I see a droplet of clear viscous
liquid squeeze out the tip. It is the remaining boy come that Callum
didn't swallow. Connor gently wipes the tip of his penis with his index
finger - the droplet transferring to the boy's finger.

Wordlessly, Connor holds out the come wet finger to me. This is a dream
come true - well, both boys are dreams and they just came, so I guess it
is really two dreams coming true - but to have a young boy offer me a
taste of his most intimate fluid is all I have ever wanted. I finally
understand the reverence that some show when approaching a religious icon
or relic. This is an offering from my godlet - this is his essence. It is
an offering to me; a gift. This is not something I deserve, this is not
something I am owed. This is a pure and freely given gift. A gift I
accept eagerly.

I take his hand gently in mine and bring my nose close to the finger. I
want to smell this boy's come before I taste it. I am prolonging the
moment of communion - my act of worship. Slowly, I extend my tongue to
the tip of his finger and lick the droplet off. I feel the creamy wetness
of his young offering - just one small droplet - on the end of my tongue.
I bring it into my mouth and close my eyes, my attention is fully on this
new flavor. It is slight and fleeting. It is thicker than saliva. I can
feel the droplet dispersing into my mouth, mixing with the taste of
Callum's ass. There is the smallest hint of a new flavor - one not so
musky and strong as the other boy's hole - but before I can get the full
measure of it, the droplet dissolves.

I pull Connor's finger entirely into my mouth and frantically lick it,
trying to find more of the wonderful flavor. I taste the boy's skin, the
salt of his body, and just a hint of the elusive and delicate fluid I
crave. I feel my penis twitch in my come soaked pants, but it does not
fully wake. It needs a little slumber before again standing tall and
erect in honor of naked boys. I let Connor pull his hand back, and
instead of wiping off my saliva, the boy sticks his fingers into his own
mouth - tasting me, his brother's ass, and maybe some of himself - though
I cleaned off his fingers so well, I would be amazed if there was any
more of those flavors available.

It is then that I see the small puddle of Callum's boy come on the tile
floor. Quickly, I get on all fours and put my nose right over the top of
his juice. I inhale deeply and smell a very faint scent like bleach...but
not. I see that it is mostly clear - he hasn't begun to shoot sperm in
his spunk. It is the clear fluid I remember from when I first started to
have wet comes. I reach the tip of my tongue out to touch the edge of the
puddled liquid. I bring it back in my mouth and taste the fleeting flavor
once again - this time stronger. I open wide and run my tongue across the
tiles, licking up the puddled come hungrily. I fill my mouth with all
that I can lick up - not a large amount but more than I've ever had of a
12-year-old boy. I hunt around for any missed droplets and lick them up
too. Soon the floor is slick with my saliva trails where Callum's young
come splatters landed. I sit back and swish the boy's come around my
mouth and over my tongue to get the fullest taste of him. I stare at
Callum as he lays on the floor. I look at his young penis and delight in
the knowledge that what is in my mouth came from inside him. The taste is
amazing. It is a little bit sweet and a little bit salty. I know I want
more of it.  I sit back down and spread out my legs.

Callum watches me and smiles. Then he stretches out like a cat - with his
whole body. He is laying down and his arms stretch opposite me while his
legs uncurl to extend directly towards me. One small smooth foot slides
down the right side of my seated leg, but the other foot presses to the
left side of the same leg - directly towards my crotch. His heel stops an
inch away from my clothed penis, then he extends his toes to push into my
crotch. I look down at the boy's foot pressing into my jeans. I feel the
pressure of him against my dick, but before I can react he pulls himself
away and sits up fully.

"You're wet," he says.

"Uh, yeah. I came again."

"Again?" Connor says, and sits up, criss-crossing his legs. He stares
directly at my crotch. "You came twice? That's so dope."

"Strip," Callum says.

"What?" I ask, not sure I heard him correctly.

"Strip," Callum repeats. "I wanna see."

"Me too," Connor says.

"Uh, okay, I guess." I am a bit hesitant to get naked in front of the
boys. It is a silly feeling, I know. They are already naked and have been
since the pizza arrived. I'm the only one with clothes on. I really do
want to be part of their sex play, but so far I've been happy to watch
and enjoy the fringe benefits. Now they want me naked, probably so they
can see how much I've come in my clothes. Well, it's gonna be a sticky
mess. I stand up and start unbuckling my belt.

"Shirt first," Connor says. "We get to see everything, no blocking
coney."

I peel off my shirt and toss it to the floor. Callum reaches over, grabs
it, and brings it to his nose. He takes a few long sniffs. As I unbuckle
my pants, he hands the shirt to Connor, who does the same thing. I start
to push my pants down and realize that my boxers are stuck to my pants. I
grab both and shove them down as I bend over. When I stand back up, I can
feel my dick is stuck to my come-sticky skin at an odd angle. I reach
over and peel it off my skin - like peeling gum off a shoe though not as
sticky. Then I let it drop. I push the wet pants and boxers off with my
feet - pulling my socks off with them - as I lift each foot to step out
of them. Only then do I look at the two boys. They are staring intently
at my dick - eyes wide. I know I am no great shakes, only 5 3/4" when
hard, much less after 2 orgasms from watching naked twins play with each
other, so I don't know what they are amazed over. Then again, when I was
12, my 16-year-old lover's dick was amazing to me. I loved looking at it,
playing with it, and making it spit.

"You don't got any hair," Connor whispers in amazement.

Both boys rock forward and come up to kneeling. Their intent faces are
inches from my crotch, looking up at my hairless crotch.

"Yeah, I shave it off. I don't like it." I look down at the two boys
inspecting my shaved pubis. I liked body hair for all of about 3 years.
Once I hit 15, I decided I didn't like it anymore and started to shave my
pubes. It is my preferred state, so I didn't think anything about it.
I've gotten really good with a razor around my junk. Nothing worse than a
shaving nick and bleeding balls.

"And where is your hat?" Callum reaches over and takes the head of my
dick in his fingers.

The boy's fingers on my penis give me an electric shock, and I begin to
chub up again. Callum looks up at me with a dumbfounded look on his face
- still holding my dickhead. Connor looks back to his young penis, taking
the shaft in his fingers and sliding the foreskin off his glans then back
up again. He looks back at my dick - completely lacking extra skin.
Callum tries to pull the skin of my shaft up to cover my glans. He does
not succeed. His fingers stick to my skin, come making me very tacky. My
dick is getting harder - waking up again, hungry for blonds.

"I don't have a hat...a foreskin."

"Why not?" Connor asks. "Where did it go?"

"I was circumcised at birth. I've never had one."

Callum pulls his fingers away and just stares. That's when I realized how
young these boys really are. They are only 12. There is so much they
don't know. I was fooled by their sexplay into thinking them older than
they are, but they really are young boys. Young precious, curious, and
sexually active boys, that is.

"It isn't done much anymore," I say. "In fact, my mom said that it was a
mistake in my case. The hospital wasn't supposed to do it to me, but this
is how I've been all my life."

Jacob, my 16-year-old lover, was also amazed I was cut. He wasn't. I had
much fun docking my cut penis inside his foreskin. It would make him so
hard. He would jack himself off while I held my penis next to his glans
so that his foreskin slid up and over my dick too. I loved the feeling of
his warm skin over mine. He loved the feeling of my dick next to his. He
would come buckets, spraying my hairless pubis, dick, and balls with his
teenage spunk. After coming, he would demonstrate what fellatio was,
licking up his come and sucking me off in the process. He said that since
I could only dry come, he was slurping up his own protein shake.

The very first time I had a wet come in Jacob's mouth - a day both he and
I were eagerly anticipating - was the day his sister walked in on us. It
was the last time I was ever with him. I saw him a few times after that -
twice in court, when he was arraigned and again when he was sentenced to
probation - and once on the day his family moved. As he was getting into
the car, he turned once and waved goodbye towards my bedroom window. I
don't know if he knew I was watching, but I cried and waved back. My
father was so angry over the whole situation. He didn't want a son that
was "willingly" molested by the neighbor boy. He walked out a month
later.

The only comfort I received when Jacob left was from Mr Carter. He came
over after my dad stormed out - I guess my mom called him when she
couldn't calm me down. He sat with me and held me while I cried. He
didn't say anything or ask any questions. Just let me cry till I was so
tired I fell asleep in his arms. When my dad accused my mom of having an
affair with Mr Carter, she didn't deny it. That was his grounds for
divorce. I didn't mind in the least. Mr Carter was better to me than my
dad ever was, then or before.

A poke in my pubic delta brings me back to the present.

"And you came gobs," Connor says as he runs a finger down the small
crease between the base of my dick and the skin. I look down at the boy's
moist digit, covered with leftover teen come since most of it soaked into
my boxers and pants. He brings his finger close to his eyes for an
examination and quick sniff. Callum does the same with another wad of
come he liberates from my sticky crotch. Both boys shock me when, at the
same time, they stick their fingers into their mouths. I feel an ache in
my balls as my dick rapidly inflates.

They are tasting my come. I never imagined that the objects of my worship
would take communion of me, and here they are, twin boys sucking come off
their fingers. My come that they snatched off my sticky shaved crotch. I
am glad I shave because that means they don't have to deal with pubic
hairs in the mouth. I hated that. I demanded Jacob trim his pubes so that
I didn't have to floss my teeth when I sucked on him.

Watching the boys taste and swallow my come - neither of them spit it out
or indicate it is gross - makes my knees weak. I quickly sit on the chair
behind me, amazed at all the unbelievable events of the evening so far.

"Mmm. Tasty," Callum says.

"Stronger than yours, Cal," Connor says. "Not like shot water."

A beep sounds and Connor pads to a phone on the kitchen counter. Callum
finishes licking his finger, gets up, turns, and heads to the
refrigerator. He pulls out some soda and pours himself a tall glass. I am
left standing mostly erect watching the naked boys moving about the
kitchen.

"You want some?" Callum asks.

I walk to the counter and accept a tall glass of root beer. I down it
immediately, not realizing how thirsty I am. I quickly grab a piece of
pizza and start munching. I need to get my strength back if these two
hellions have more plans for me - and I suspect they do. Both boys accept
my nakedness as natural and comfortable. Over the next few minutes,
Connor texting and Callum moving about the kitchen, I notice the boys
checking me out. They stop, stare at my penis, and smile. I even see one
of them checking out my ass.

I'm a rather undersized 18-year-old. I still get people who think I am 15
or 16. I'm 5ft 6in tall, and still growing. My mom said that my dad
didn't reach his full height till in his 20s. I am slender. Not athletic
or anything, but I have a flat stomach, no body hair - I shave everything
except my head - and a chest defined my by regular pushup workout. I love
running and any weight I put on is burned off on the road. I have very
definite tan lines because jogging shorts are the only clothes I usually
wear while jogging. The rest of my skin is dark tan, I get lots of sun
exposure in the summer, but in the winter I turn as white as these boys.

"Dad texted," Connor says. "He won't be home till late, didn't have your
phone number, and wondered if you could put us to bed and stay till he
gets back. Says you can sleep on the hide-a-bed, if that's okay with you.
Is it?" Connor is holding his phone awaiting my response. There is a look
of hopeful expectation on his face. Callum has stopped moving and is
watching me too. Both are waiting for my answer.

"Tell him yes, I would be glad to."

"Yes! Yes!"

Both boys shout, jump up and down, and swing their naked bodies in wild,
exuberant gyrations. Connor texts rapidly while dancing to unheard music.

"Movie night!" Connor shouts.

"Sleepover!" Callum replies.

I join the boys and start dancing too. They hoot and holler, then all 3
of us are jumping up and down in the kitchen; a naked mosh pit as each
boy bounces his naked body against mine. My semi-hard erection is
bouncing back and forth. The boys' young penises dangle and waggle
enticingly. Connor backs into my sticky crotch, and I can see a bit of my
wetness sticks to his back. He stops, turns to me and points at my dick.

"Coney needs a bath. He's sticky."

Callum runs to the sink, flips on the tap, grabs two towels, dunks them
under the flowing water, and grabs the soap dispenser before coming back
to his brother.

"Time to wash Coney," Callum says. He hands a towel to Connor. Both boys
squirt some soap onto the towels then mob me. I stand still as they
engulf my penis and crotch with the wash towels. They start scrubbing, a
little too vigorously. I flinch when Connor bangs into my balls, and
again when Callum does it from the other side of my dick. Both boys stop
as I turn slightly away, cringing in pain.

"Oh, sorry," Connor says as he realizes what he did.

"Yeah, sorry. We'll do better," Callum says as he steps up to me.

I straighten up and present my crotch to the boys. This time the boys are
much gentler. They massage my pubis, my shaft, and even my balls in the
warm wet folds of the wash towels. This is how I want to be bathed for
the rest of my life - by 2 naked 12-year-old boys. Coney likes it. I've
decided that is his new name, since that is what the boys are calling him
anyway. I get rocket hard with the ministrations of the cleaning towels.
Once I am soapy, Connor runs to the sink and rinses his towel. He comes
back and starts to wipe off the suds. Callum does the same. I stand still
as each boy rinses his towel and returns to wipe at my dick and balls. I
suddenly realize that for twins, I don't have any trouble telling them
apart, though for the life of me I don't see any differences except the
different moles on their necks. As the naked bodies switch out, I never
once lose track of who is who. They have identical hair cuts, their
bodies are the same, and they even have the same slight tan line at their
waists. They have the same dimples on their asscheeks, the same divots at
the bottom of their backs to each side of the spine, and the same intense
blue eyes. How is it that I can tell Connor from Callum?

The boys finish their cleaning and stop to inspect their work. My dick is
rigid. Both boys eye it critically. Connor reaches out his hand and stops
from touching me. He looks up into my eyes.

"May I?"

"Fuck, yes," I breathe. I am surprised that he asked permission. They
were just swabbing me with towels moments ago and now he asks if he can
touch my dick? Odd that he would get hesitant after such intimate
familiarity.

I feel two hands on my erect penis - one from each boy. Connor, standing
to the right of my dick, begins at the tip, his young fingers tracing the
contours of my glans. Callum, on the left, wraps his hand around the base
of my dick, mashing it against my shaved pubis. He squeezes as his
brother teases. Each boy uses their off hand to start feeling my balls.
They gently explore my 18-year-old cock with their curious young hands.
Callum slides his off hand down below my ballsack and between my legs. I
part them to let the boy have easier access. He traces the ridge of skin
from the base of my dick slowly back to the edge of my hole. I start to
breathe quicker as Coney reacts to the loving attention of 2 gorgeous
boys. I love watching their young hands stroking and touching me. Callum
pushes into the my taint as he starts to move his other hand up my very
hard shaft. He loosens his grip so that his fingers slide over the skin
of my dick, causing me to gasp and quiver.

Connor cups my glans with his hand and starts a soft circular motion at
the head of my dick, his supple fingers dipping into my pee slit and
dancing around the head. His light touch is a wonderful tease. Callum
leans in, and I feel the side of his face against my shaved pubic area.
He rests his cheek against my skin, his nose an inch away from the base
of my penis. He stares intently at his hand as he slides it up and down
the length of my shaft. His other hand is pressing into my taint, rubbing
back and forth under my balls. Connor moves closer to the head of my
dick, his blond head dipping down so that his eyes are very close to the
work his young fingers are doing to me. He sticks out his tongue. I gasp
as he licks up the underside of my glans right across my pee slit. My
balls are aching, there is no pre-cum left to ease the way for the load
that is building now.

Connor is massaging my balls as he opens his young mouth wide in front of
my erection. He looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes as he leans in
and takes the head of my engorged penis into his soft young mouth. He
rests his lips on the backside of my glans, and I groan lustily as I feel
his tongue engage with my cock. He starts to lick the underside of my
dickhead, then moves his tongue to the top, sliding it across my pee
slit. I am panting with arousal. I stare at the beautiful boy with my
dickhead in his mouth. Connor doesn't move deeper onto me, he is content
with sucking and licking the head of my cut penis. Callum paces his
strokes in time with his brother's movement on my glans. I go weak in the
knees and place a hand on the shoulder of each boy to steady myself.

I want to close my eyes with the ecstasy of their touch, but I want to
see every second of these boys milking my throbbing dick. Connor
continues bathing my glans with his wet tongue as Callum prods and
strokes me. I begin to rock back and forth ever so slightly. I don't want
to push my dick deeper into Connor's mouth, he's doing such a good job
already, but the urge to thrust is almost uncontrollable. The boys match
my movements perfectly. As I push forward, Callum strokes down on my dick
and Connor engulfs my glans. As I back off, the boys move the other
direction. Up and down my shaft the boy's hand moves. In and out of the
delicate young mouth I push the tip of my penis. I feel the wave of my
orgasm building in my balls that Connor is still massaging with his off
hand. The tension begins in my legs and travels up my thighs to center on
my penis. The boys notice the change and Callum quickens his stroke as he
slides a finger nearer the ring of my hole.

Connor latches onto my dickhead and pushes down another inch. My cock is
sliding deeper into his beautiful mouth. He sucks down onto my dick, and
I feel his tongue moving underneath. It is too much to bear. I moan but
refuse to close my eyes. My balls pull up towards my dick, the load is on
the way. Connor bobs two times quickly on the head of my dick, and I
burst into him. I feel the pulsing waves of my orgasm discharging come
into the boy's mouth. I see his cheeks expand before Connor starts to
swallow. He never backs off my dick, taking the full load - my third in
less than one hour - in his mouth. I shudder several times, each time
another burst of teen come fills the boy's mouth. His eyes return to mine
while his mouth is still around my dick. It is such a gorgeous sight.

When the waves stop, Connor pulls off my dick. He opens his mouth so I
can see that he still has a load of my white come on his tongue. Callum
leans forward and licks the tip of my dick just as another bit of come
leaks forth. I flinch back because of the sensitivity I am feeling
post-orgasm. I can tell that Callum is disappointed he didn't get any of
my seed. Connor senses it and takes his brother's chin in his hand. He
turns Callum toward him and leans in for an open mouth kiss. Callum locks
lips with Connor and their tongues work frantically in each others mouth.
Connor backs off and opens his mouth to show me the come is gone. Callum
looks up with a smile, opens his mouth, and I can see my load in him now.
Callum closes his mouth and spends a few moments tasting my seed before
swallowing it all.

"You're tasty," he says.
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End of chapter 3