I'm Steve, and was raised gay, along with my twin brother Stan. I know that sounds kind of strange, but my family situation was very different from most. I live with Mom and three older sisters, Sandy, Sally and Sarena. Mom hates men because she caught Dad cheating on her and divorced him. The divorce was really messy. Dad was trying to hide money and when the judge found out he gave most of it to Mom, along with Dad's business, a strip club.

So Mom hates men and taught my sisters to as well, making sure that Stan and I never became "real" men. That's not to say they didn't have anything to do with men – they used them, mainly for business. Mom employed mostly women as dancers at the club, but also had glory holes where the horny men got relief. The glory holes were all staffed by men posing as women. Some of the dancers were men in drag – as long as they looked convincing and never disclosed their true gender.

Mom would say that men were very easy to control. A woman who could take charge of their cocks could easily control them, and Mom made a pretty good living from men cumming.

When Stan and I were really young we didn't know anything about this, and had no idea that our family was anything but completely normal.

When Mom would bathe Stan and I she would wash are little cocks, rubbing them with her soapy hands and getting us hard. Of course we were too young to cum, but sure loved the feeling. As we sat in the bath water, she would slip a soapy finger in our asses, telling us she wanted us clean inside and out. It felt strange, and at first, she just slipped it in, wiggled it quickly and pulled out. Later she would slip a finger in and wiggle it longer while working it in and out. "Feel good?" she asked, and we both agreed that it did, so she kept on doing it, and promised to show us more when we were ready.

We didn't see this as sexual at all – it was just about getting clean – inside and out.

On our ninth birthday Mom said we were ready for more, and had me get up on the bed and kneel with our heads down and butts in the air. She squirted some lube on my hole, and then worked a finger into me. I welcomed it and was thrilled when she slipped a second finger in and wiggled both inside me. Then she spread her fingers apart, stretching me open. I cried out in pain, and she pulled her fingers out and said it was time for the next stage. Next I felt something hard slipping into me. It stretched me a little and then seemed to pop into me and remain in place. Mom told me to sit on the bed and she showed us a box of eight black plastic objects that were kind of bullet-shaped, with roundish tips. They were a set of increasing sizes, and the smallest was missing, since it was in me.

"These are anal dilators," Mom explained, "They will open you up a little at a time, so you can easily receive larger insertions."

"What kind of insertions?" I asked.

"Oh, all kinds of delightful things!" said Mom.

Stan wanted to know when he got one, and Mom told him he could have it next, but I had to leave it in for fifteen minutes.

It felt good in me, and I'd be fine leaving it in all day, but Mom said fifteen minutes would be enough, and then we'd replace it with the next larger one.

"Do I keep that in for fifteen minutes as well?" I asked.

"Yes, then Stan can use the one you have in right now." agreed Mom.

I looked at the box of dilators and saw that the largest one was over two inches wide. "Will I be using all of these?" I asked.

"Eventually you may," explained Mom, "But not right now – this will just open you up enough for training, so you can take a small dildo."

"What's a dildo?" I asked. Mom asked Sarena to show us. She left and returned with a bag that she emptied on the bed. It contained over a dozen plastic objects of various sizes. Some looked like cocks and some had strange shapes. Sarena took a big black cock-shaped one and asked if I thought I could handle it. My eyes grew wide as I remembered the pain when Mom stretched me with her fingers, and I said I couldn't.

"Not now, at least," Mom said, "But eventually you will, and you'll like it."

"Why are they shaped like that?" I asked.

"To be more like the real thing," Mom replied, "You practice with the dildo so when you get the real thing you can handle it."

"But why would someone want to do that?" I asked.

Sarena said, "Mom, I think it's time for the talk."

Mom agreed and said we'd start tomorrow. Mom took a small dildo, about five inches long and an inch in diameter and handed it to me. "After you've had the second dilator in for fifteen minutes, take it out and give it to Stan, and slip this in and see how you like it," Mom said. Sarena picked up the other dildos and left with Mom.

I lubed up Stan's ass and slipped two, then three fingers in. My fingers were a lot smaller than Mom's, so I could get more in. Once fifteen minutes had elapsed, I took out my dilator and slipped it into Stan. He enjoyed the feeling, and then he put the second dilator into me. I felt myself stretch a little but it felt good. It seemed that the dilators were designed to stretch a comfortable amount for each bigger size, but not too much.

We sat on the bed next to each other, enjoying the feeling. We were both hard and played with each other. We didn't understand why our cocks got hard, but liked it when we did, and especially loved to be handled then, so we helped each other out whenever we could.

After another fifteen minutes I took out Stan's dilator and replaced it with my own. Stan took the dildo and pressed it into me. At first it felt a lot like the dilator, but soon it was very different as it went in deeper. I wondered what a real cock would be like, but still had no idea why anyone would put it there. Stan continued to push until he got to the end, which was shaped like balls. I sat on the bed, and it felt like the dildo was pushing farther inside me as I would bounce on the bed.

After another fifteen minutes I took the dilator out of Stan and slipped the dildo in. I would have liked to keep it in me longer, but it was his turn, and he liked it as much as I did. Mom stopped by to see how we were doing and was pleased that we both liked the dildo.

"I wish we had another dildo," I said, "Stan really likes it, but I wish I still had it in."

Mom called out to Sally to bring another dildo, and soon I had an identical dildo up in me. Mom told use to come out to the living room – we could remain naked and keep the dildos in.

As we got up the dildos began to slip out, and we had to hold them in with one hand as we walked. Mom told us to sit on the couch opposite the television, with Sandy and Sally sitting next to us. They put lotion on their hands and proceeded to massage our hard little cocks. It felt incredible! We were still too young to cum, but if we could I'm sure we both would have!

"That's good," said Mom to our sisters, "Keep them in the mood."

I didn't understand what she meant by that, but later learned that when a man was hard, he could be made to do almost anything, which is how Mom and my sisters maintained their control over men.

"It's time you learned about sex," Mom began, "In a few years you'll have sex education in school, but it won't be like what I'll be teaching you here." She started a video which showed a guy jacking-off. Stan and I had played with ourselves in that way many times to stay hard, though it felt better when we played with each other. At first it seemed kind of boring, but soon he was stroking harder and faster. It looked like he was going to pull his cock right off. That was kind of scary, and our sisters had to work harder to keep us hard. Finally, the guy's cock shot out some gooey white stuff into a shot glass. The guy moaned as he did and pumped his cock as if to drain it dry. The shot glass was less than half full, but he handed it to another guy, who drank it, pushing his tongue into the shot glass to get it all.

Mom explained what had happened and that in a few years we would be able to cum as well, and would love it. She explained that all men needed to cum, and there were many ways to make that happen. Next she showed a movie of a boy not much older than we were. He was naked and kneeling before an adult, who unzipped and took out his cock. The boy stroked the huge cock to erection and then took it into his mouth. He sucked the cock, and really seemed to enjoy it. The man he sucked seemed to enjoy it more, because he was moaning a lot and calling the boy a good little faggot.

Then it stopped, and the kid just seemed to hold the cock in him mouth. Mom explained that the man was cumming and pumping his load into the boy's mouth. During that time his cock was very sensitive, so the boy just held it in his mouth without moving his tongue. He pulled his cock out and dribbled cum on the boy's cheek.

Stan and I were captivated, "When can we do that?" he asked. Mom directed Sally and Sandra to teach us what we needed to know and in a few days we'd be doing it.

Sally became my mentor while Sandra taught Stan. Our study included watching some blowjob videos and reading online tutorials on blowjob techniques. We each got another dildo that was bigger than the ones we put up our asses. Our sisters said they were about the size of a high school boy's cock. we practiced on them, starting with just kissing and licking, then taking them into our mouths and exploring them with our tongues. Our sisters told Mom we were ready and the next day she had two older boys come over.

Mom explained that they were employees who worked the glory holes and were happy to give us practice. Brad offered his cock to me while Lee paired with Stan. Looking at his cock just inches from my face was incredible! I took him into my mouth, and it was so much better than the dildo. Firm, yet soft in texture, and warm – it seemed to me that it was just right for my mouth and I was thrilled to have Brad in my mouth. I learned the shape of his cock by the way it felt to my tongue and tried various techniques I'd read about. When I did something Brad especially liked he would tell me and I'd do more of it. Soon I felt his cock enlarge just a bit and felt him pump his load into my mouth.

It was strong tasting, just as Sally had told me. She assured me the taste would improve with practice, so I swallowed and hoped that I'd get more soon. Stan swallowed Lee's load and both boys left. Sally and Sandra had watched the entire time and told Mom that we'd passed our test. Mom said she would take us in to work with her and we might get more practice.

That evening we rode with Mom to work. A strip club is no place for kids, so she took us in through the back door and into her office. She had a couple of video screens on her desk and after flipping a few switches we could see both Brad and Lee sucking cocks coming through a hole in the wall.

"Those are glory holes," Mom explained, "The guy being sucked has no idea who is sucking, but think its' a girl."

I noticed that both boys had red painted fingernails and lipstick. Each would fresh their lipstick between blowjobs. There was less than a minute from the end of one blowjob before another cock presented itself. Mom explained that this was the busy period, with a big audience for the strip shows and a lot of horny men ready to cum. She explained, "I'm ready to open a third glory hole booth if you guys are ready to give it a try – you can both work the same booth and alternate blowjobs."

Mom put red lipstick on each of us and handed me the tube. "Refresh your lipstick after each cock," she said, "So the men each think they're getting a fresh mouth."

That seemed perfect and we were anxious to start. Mom took us down the hall and opened a door to what looked like a closet. Inside there was a dim light and a kneeling pad against a wall with a hole in it. "The sucker kneels there," said Mom, pointing to the pad, "And the other can kneel next to him, ready to take over for the next one."

Stan wanted to go first, so I let him, so took my place at his side. From the other side we heard Mom yell out, "The third hole is now open."

Soon a cock came through and Stan went to work on it. By now I had learned that the more aroused a guy was, the faster he would cum, and the strip show did a good job at arousing them. Soon Stan finished and swallowed as the cock he serviced withdrew. He slid over and let me take his place as the next cock entered. It was bigger than Brad or Lee, since these customers were adults.

I moved my tongue around, but mainly concentrated on the sensitive part on the bottom side of the head. That worked really well for me, and soon he rewarded my efforts.

Stan finished refreshing his lipstick and took my place for his next cock. We alternated for over an hour and a bell rang. I voice called out, "Break time, be back in fifteen minutes."

Mom opened the door to our booth and asked how we were doing. We had each swallowed eight loads and our stomachs were feeling a little uneasy. Mom said we'd swallowed a lot of cum for our age – especially for the first time. She explained that if we kept going tonight we would throw up, so it was best to give it a rest. As we practiced, our "limit" would increase.

When we got home, both Sally and Sandra told us that we did really good with a limit of eight, and that we were natural cumsluts.

I didn't know what that meant, but took that for a compliment, and smiled. At bedtime Sarena said she had a special birthday present for us – she would teach us to 69. Stan and I had no idea what she meant, but she explained, "Now that you know how to suck, you can practice on each other – at the same time."

She told us to get ready for bed, which meant brushing our teeth and undressing, since we always slept naked. That made it easy for us to fondle each other, which we'd been doing for years – and we were eager to suck each other now. Once we were naked Sarena told Stan to lay on his back on the bed, and then told me to lay on top of him with his cock in my mouth and mine in his. At first it seemed like an odd position, but it worked out really well. After sucking all those guys at the glory hole, it was really easy for us to suck each other, and it felt wonderful for both of us.

Sarena watched for a while and told us we could do it on our sides as well, and it will be even better when we could actually cum. She bid us good night and told us to have fun – which we certainly did!

Stan and I 69'd every chance we got. Sometimes we would dildo each other as we did, and really looked forward to the day we could each cum. Stan and I got to work the glory holes for Mom on Friday and Saturday nights, when it was the busiest. We continued to work the same glory hole booth, until we were ten. By then business had grown and our limits had as well. We could proudly swallow twenty loads and keep them down. We were both proud to be such good cumsluts, but kept it a secret at school, as we had been taught.

Brad and Lee could handle the glory hole work during the other nights and would often come over and let us suck their cocks.

On our eleventh birthday Brad and Lee came over for a special treat. Sarena told us to 69 and dildo each other, making sure we were both well lubed. I was on the bottom this time and our little cocks were soon hard. Sarena had me lay so that my head was at the edge of the bed, and Lee approached stroking his cock. He took the dildo I was using on Stan and gave it a couple of good strokes before pulling it out. He immediately pressed his cock head to Stan's hole and pressed in. I watched with wonder as he slipped in all the way and proceeded to pump in and out of my brother as we both sucked.

Lee put his hands on Stan's hips and held onto him as he thrust. Finally, he made one last push and pulled Stan close to him as he drained. Brad said it was my turn. Lee pulled out of Stan, who got off me. Brad had me kneel on all fours as he slipped into me, and I eagerly lost my virginity to him.

Stan and I were both thrilled to now partake in this amazing experience! From that day on, when Brad and Lee came over we would kneel before them naked and suck them to erection – then they would decide if they wanted to finish in our mouths or asses – either choice was fine with us, though we wished we could have both.

As our twelfth birthdays approached we both were able to cum, which made our 69 sessions more meaningful. On our twelfth birthday Mom brought four men home. She said they were special premium customers who liked young boys. We were naked when we greeted them, and we took turns sitting on their laps as they fondled us and slipped fingers up our asses.

My sisters and Mom were all there, dressed scantily. Mom and Serena took me into one bedroom with Mr. Smith and Mr. Green while Sally and Sandra took Stan into another with Mr. Jones and Mr. Lane. They were using fake names, but none of us cared. In preparation both of us had practiced with larger dilators – now eager to feel a man's cock in us! The men undressed and I sucked each to erection, then Mr. Smith pressed his cock to my hole. He was big – bigger than the dilator I'd used, but I wanted him in me. I pressed back, relaxing to take him in. It was a stretch, but really welcomed! He paused once in to let me get used to him, and then began to stroke. Now Mr. Green offered me his cock again and I sucked him. It was wonderful to get it in both ends at once.

Mom took pictures, which I later learned gave her complete control over the men. I didn't realize it at the time, but these guys could go to jail for what they were doing, but for us it was just a wonderful birthday present!

For a while the four men would come back a couple times of week and Stan and I received them eagerly. In a few weeks four more men arrived and got the same service. Now each evening Monday through Thursday Stan and I would take it in both ends from adult men, while working the glory holes for Mom on Friday and Saturday nights. Sundays were a day of rest, but we still 69'd several times a day!

Stan and I are now adults, and Mom retired, leaving my sisters to run the strip club. Brad and Lee moved away, and Stan and I work the glory holes alone. We swallow every load given us, and as far as we know, we have no limit, though we rarely count any more. Our sisters pay us well for our work, and lined us both up with very passable transvestites who performed at the club.

They would perform throughout the night, arousing the customers, who Stan and I would suck off. After work we would take our dates out and suck them off before taking them home. Stan and I still lived at home, where we would 69 – a wonderful way to get ready for sleep!

  To be continued . . .

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