Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 07:31:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Commercial Traveler #7

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and young boys are
represented.  Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.

If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at:

			hunterjoe45@yahoo.com

A tip of the hat to 'R M' whose Text-A-Boy stories were my inspiration for
this series.  Thank's 'R M'!  (Text-A-Boy Service - part 1 is in the
archive, 18 Nov 2008, and the whole series is a fun read!)

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Support Nifty!   Joe

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THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER #7  ( Ricky/Jorge )
(copyright 2011, Joe Hunter)

Call me Jack.

Like I explained in the first few stories - I'm 37, a boy lover and I fly
around a lot on business.  A spare cell phone keeps me in contact with a
string of young companions and most of the time when I go anywhere, I'm
already hooked up...

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| Destination: |
| Mexico City  |
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Mexico City - a good news, bad news sort of trip.

The bad news: Crime out of hand and getting worse, air pollution more toxic
than in Los Angeles and local tourist sites (Aztec ruins, grotesque stone
gods and alters for human sacrifice) with no appeal for me.

On the plus side: A client located in a pleasant suburb of picturesque
whitewashed houses, flowers, trees, and clean pine scented air.  There I
would be hooked up with Jorge and Ricky, two of my favorite youngsters;
twins almost but not quite identical, twelve going on thirteen and always
glad to see me.

My rental Honda was waiting at the airport and after settling behind the
wheel I escaped the city's congestion, keeping the windows up and A/C on to
protect my lungs from the smog.  A half hour drive brought me out to our
client's town where the modern, one-story adobe brick headquarters building
was set amidst a few acres of tidy landscaping.

I was not due there until the next day so I continued past to the guest
house, a small hostelry, also owned by the client, that provided amenities
including pool, spa, mini gym and twenty-four-hour room service.  There I
checked into a suite, dropped off my bags and returned to the car for a
five-minute drive across town to the soccer fields.

The game had already started when I arrived, but it was still the first
quarter with no score yet.  I joined a small group of parents and other
spectators along the sidelines and immediately spotted my two boys out on
the field.  The colors of their team uniforms - carmine red shorts, gold
shirts and red/white knee socks - went perfectly with their black hair and
honey-tinted skin.

Jorge saw me first.  He tapped his brother on the arm and they both turned
to wave, white teeth flashing in big grins.  A minute later the action of
the game gave them an excuse to run past me, Ricky first followed by Jorge,
both grinning again and calling out, "Hi Jack!  Hi Jack!" in their high
piping voices as they flew by.

In Mexico soccer is more a religion than a sport.  Mexican kids play it
with the same intensity that Canadian kids play hockey.  Jorge and Ricky
had been kicking soccer balls since they could walk and they, as well as
their other twelve and thirteen year old teammates, were far more skilled
than any similar aged American kid.  This fact had been forcibly impressed
on me the day I met my two urchins, both dressed in outworn faded clothes,
hustling newspapers, candy, lottery tickets and some drugs on the street.
Assuming, foolishly as it turned out, that they knew little about sports I
bought a soccer ball and took them to a park.  At that time I was under the
delusion that I knew something about soccer, and as the boys ran around
while I kicked the ball to them I congratulated myself on finding a fun
activity where I could teach them a few things.

When Jorge suggested we play two-on-one for money, I thought it was cute.
"One peso a goal," the boy suggested, but Ricky tugged at his arm and
insisted, "No, one dollar!"

"Sure," I told them, thinking that I would let them win a few as an excuse
to give them both some money.

Less than an hour later, with the bet up to $10, double or nothing, the two
of them pulled a wicked triple pass play that was too fast for me to even
see, let alone block.  While counting out 20 bucks to each of them the
realization came that I had been hustled, and hustled good.

"Next time we play baseball," I growled and they grinned up at me.

Later on I found out how good they were at baseball, too, but by that time
I was smart enough not to play them for money.

Along with the rest of the spectators I cheered for my boys and their team,
clapping for the blocks and steals, and yelling encouragement when they
streaked down the field maneuvering for a scoring try.  For me, boys'
soccer has always been second only to competitive swimming as the premier
spectator sport.  Shorts will never top Speedos, but the sight of boys
running around bare legged in the sunshine, sweaty shorts clinging to slim
bodies, will always be great viewing, and when goals are scored shirts came
off in celebration!

Ricky and Jorge were no big stars.  Several teammates were their equals,
and at least one was probably better, but my two boys played as starters
even though they were almost the youngest on the team.  Neither one spent
any time on the bench during the games.  Because I was there watching, they
were both playing over their heads trying to outdo each other with
spectacular stunts and I had to be careful that I acknowledged what they
did equally or else there would be serious trouble.  Between them my twins
shared a sibling rivalry as big as Popocatepeti for sheer size and
explosive potential.  On one of my early visits I had brought a video
camera, expecting they could share it, and the civil war that ensued had
taught me a lesson.  Now whatever one twin got, so did the other, and if I
handed out praise to one the other received some as well.

The game was still scoreless at halftime and when the whistle blew my boys
raced to the sidelines, faces alight with excitement.  Each was determined
to reach me first, and with the thin cotton of their sweaty uniforms
outlining the slender grace of developing young bodies they were a glorious
sight.

"Jack!  Jack, did you see my reverse kick?  Perfecto!  My best!  I score
almost!"

Ricky won the race to me by a step, but Jorge was right behind, competing
for my approval as well.  "Jack!  All alone I went!  The whole field!  I
almost kick it in!

"Si," I told them, smiling.  "I saw everything."  Getting down on one knee
in front of them I placed a hand on each of their taut little waists.
"When have I ever been so proud?  Never have there been such magnificent
polestas.  Lightning bolts on the field!  My champions!"

The boys' eyes glowed at these words.  Like two young falcons they stood
proudly before me, shoulders back, chests out, fully aware that they were
the objects of attention from everyone around us.  My relationship with
Jorge and Ricky was an open secret, known not only by their mother and
their coach, but probably everyone else as well.  The fact that they had a
'Norte Americano' friend who sponsored them, and even turned up now and
then at soccer games, had turned them into celebrities and they were the
envy of every kid that knew them.

"You are both even better than the last time I was here," I assured them,
straightening up.  "I am very, very proud!"  When I held out a fist, each
boy touched it with his own, looking up at me in happy excitement.

Jorge whispered, "I will score a goal for you, Jack.  Watch me!"

Ricky shot a jealous glance at his brother, leaned close and murmured, "I
will score a goal first.  It will be for you, Jack.  You must watch me!"

"I will watch you both.  Who else would I watch except my champions?"

It was important to reassure them, and I wanted to give each a hug but knew
the boys would resent it.  Their code of machismo forbade any such public
display of affection so I was careful to avoid it.  "Go to your coach now.
Do as he says.  I am so very proud of you!"

The rest of their teammates were clustered around the coach getting cups of
water and after final ardent glances at me Jorge and Ricky ran over to join
the group, their two graceful forms virtually identical except to the eye
of one who knew them as I did.

By the subtlest of margins Jorge was the larger of the two.  According to
him he had weighed more at birth and he was always reminding his brother
that he had "...come out first."  Ricky was the sharper, quicker one,
although again the difference was too subtle to be apparent unless you knew
them intimately.

Both loved risk and adventure, but by just the slightest bit Ricky was the
fierier of the two.  "Tell us more stories," he would often beg when the
three of us cuddled in bed late at night.  He and Jorge would listen
fascinated as I spun tales of the conquistadors, or related the epic of the
young military cadets who had died heroically in the Mexican American war.

The second half of the game began with a swirl of action as the other team
brought the ball into our territory, converging on the goal.  Suddenly a
red and gold figure intercepted a pass and Ricky was sprinting down the
field with the ball in front of him.  A thrill shot through me as Jorge
joined him, my two boys kicking the ball back and forth between them,
outmaneuvering the last defender.  With a beautiful fake Ricky forced the
goalie to commit and then sent the ball streaking across the pitch.  It was
a perfect pass to his brother and without breaking stride Jorge boomed it
into the net.

A huge noise went up from the sideline as every spectator, including
myself, leaped into the air, yelling and cheering.  The coach faced us,
hands up over his head, screaming, "Goalllllllllllllllll..." in imitation
of the popular Mexican TV commentators.  Out on the field, Jorge pulled his
shirt off and came leaping toward me, wild with excitement, his lean sturdy
body glistening in the sun.

"Jack!  Jack!  I scored!  It was for you, Jack.  I do it for you!  Did you
see me?  Did you see?"

"And mine was the assist, Jack!" cried Ricky, who was right behind him.
"You see my pass, Jack?  Did you see me intercept?"

"Yes, I saw," I assured them, giving Jorge's smooth bare shoulders a hug,
which was permissible in this situation.  Then I made sure Ricky got a
quick hug as well, feeling him squirm in excitement like a puppy as I did
so.  As I held out my fist for the boys to touch the entire team mobbed us
and then both Jorge and Ricky were born off to the coach who was waiting
for them with a huge grin on his face.

Once the excitement died down and the game resumed I kept my fingers
crossed, watching with a certain amount of apprehension, because unless
Ricky scored a goal to match his brother's, or if Jorge happened to score a
second goal, there was going to be hell to pay between them later on.
Fortunately I lucked out.  My two boys and their teammates kept the
pressure on the other side through the rest of the half and when Ricky
headed a corner kick into the goal for a score of his own I breathed an
inaudible prayer of thanks.  He ran to me for his hug and then, as the rest
of the team celebrated around us, Ricky and Jorge exchanged a high five.

"We gonna' win this for you, Jack!"  Ricky assured me.  "No way that they
beat us!"

"We the best!"  Jorge exclaimed.

I laughed, nodding in agreement and then leaned down so only they could
hear me.  "I think you two are the number one, best kids in the whole
world.  Numero Uno el Mondo!"

They swelled with pride, eyes flashing as they gazed up at me and I knew
that nothing else I could have said would have pleased them more.

The game ended soon after that with the other team failing to make any
scores.  Once the twins had joined me amid the crowd of players and parents
their coach came over to shake hands.  "Every time you are here we win," he
said with a smile, "And these two play better than anyone else."

"That is because we want him to be proud of us," Jorge told him.

"I am proud always of you and Ricky," I said, beaming down at both of them.
Then I turned back to the coach.  "How does it look for the championships?"

"We are the best in this division," he answered with a grim smile.  "If the
boys play well we will be in the national finals.  But the competition from
the city teams will be very tough."

"Just to get that far is an honor."

"Yes."

The coach was a young engineer from our client's plant and he and I both
knew that a failure to make the finals would hurt his promotion chances.

"I will see you tomorrow?"  He asked.

"Your manager and I will be meeting early," I told him and shook hands
again.

"We will be in the championships," Jorge assured me confidently as we
headed for the rental car.

"And then we shall be on the TV!"  Ricky said.

Depending on the situation the boys spoke either Spanish or English in
public, but when we were by ourselves I had them use English so they could
practice; a rule they followed unless they were fighting with each other.
That was always done in Spanish.

"Which is your car, Jack?"  Ricky asked.

"The silver Honda," I answered, knowing why he had asked.

But Jorge knew as well.  "Front!"  Both boys yelled at the same time and
took off, racing ahead of me, carrying the little duffel bags I had bought
them, each vying to beat the other for the front seat.  They reached the
car at the same time and when I popped the locks with the remote Jorge
pulled the door open but Ricky wiggled past, slid in and yelled
triumphantly, "I called it first!"

"No you didn't!"  Jorge piled in on top of him and a shoving, wrestling
match ensued.

"Get off!  I called it!"

"No, I did!  Besides, I scored first!"

"You only scored 'cause I stole the ball for you!  Mine was better!"

"Jack wants me to sit by him!"

"No he doesn't.  He wants me!"

"Pinga!"

"Maricon!"

I had learned to allow these things to run their course, only getting
involved if it appeared that blood was going to be drawn.  By the time I
had circled around to the drivers' side, started the engine and was looking
back over my shoulder as I backed the car out of the parking spot, both
boys had found room in the seat, Ricky jammed against the center console
and Jorge somehow shoehorned in by the door.  After turning the car onto
the road I reached across the console with my right hand and laid a palm on
Ricky's silky bare thigh.

"I told you," the boy told his brother proudly.  "Jack wants me!"

But after caressing for a moment I moved my hand onto Jorge's leg as well
stroking the firm swell of muscle and pushing under his shorts toward his
crotch.  The boy gave his brother an arch look.  "See?  It is me he wants,
because I scored first!"

"You were both magnificent today," I told them, brushing my fingers over
the hard swell in Jorge's jock and then moving my hand to Ricky's groin to
feel a similar bulge there.  "You were the best of all of them.  The
leaders of your team!  When your coach came to shake my hand I have never
been so proud!"

With that, it was as if their squabble had never been.  The two sat quietly
staring at their bare knees or else giving me quick shy glances.  They
lived for my praise.  As much as they prized the things I bought for them,
it was my affection and approval they most valued, and they were willing to
do anything to earn it.  They could not get enough no matter how much I
gave and now they basked in my words, happy and momentarily content.

"What room you got, Jack?"  Ricky asked finally.

My hand had been moving on his shorts, feeling the firm curve of muscle in
his thigh and rubbing across his bulging crotch.  "The usual one."

"That's the nice one," Jorge said with satisfaction.  "The one by the
pool!"  He had pulled his shirt up, admiring the smooth muscular contours
of his stomach and when I reached to slide my palm there he pulled the
elastic waist of his shorts out so I could slip my fingers beneath his jock
down to the smooth hairless groin where his circumcised boy rod was
straining to lift against the tight constraining pouch.  The moment I
rubbed it the slender shaft stiffened into full rigidity and with a little
grunt of pleasure Jorge squeezed his butt to harden it even more.

"Now me!"  Ricky begged, impatient, pulling at my arm.  He had already
reached down to free himself and was holding the waist of his shorts out
ready for me.  When my hand slid into his silky groin I found his slim
boner jutting up hard and straight, the thump of his heartbeat quivering in
the shaft as I rubbed it.

The drive across town was a short one and the moment we were parked at the
guest house the boys grabbed their little duffel bags, scrambled out and
went racing over to the front door of our suite.  When I unlocked it for
them they tumbled inside and immediately disappeared into the bathroom to
sort through the complimentary soaps and shampoos they knew they would find
there.  I pulled the new clothes and Nikes I had brought from my bag, set
them out and then called, "Where's the list from your mother?"

Two heads appeared at the bathroom door, eyes lighting up when they saw the
new things I had laid out.  The boys would have instantly pounced if I had
not grabbed them first and tossed them giggling onto the bed.  "Where's the
list?"  I asked again and Jorge burrowed into his duffel bag, pulled out a
slip of paper and handed it to me.

I had never met the boys' mother or visited the modest house where she
lived with them.  The boys rarely talked of her except to say that she had
told them to stay with me whenever I visited and to do whatever I told them
to do.  We communicated through notes.  Each time I came there would be a
list of things the boys needed along with the occasional medical or dental
bill, all of which I saw to.  The items this time were the usual things:
underwear, socks, jackets, school fees, vitamins...  But at the bottom was
something else.  I stared at it, holding the paper up closer.  Had it been
added on?  Was the handwriting just a little different?

"What's this?"  I demanded, showing it to the boys.

Both of them sat on the bed looking up at me with bland innocence.  "It's
mama's list," Jorge answered.

"Uh-huh.  Since when does your mother think you need a new PlayStation with
a WII?"

For a few more seconds my young scamps kept their faces straight, and then
a giggle escaped Ricky followed by a grin from his brother.

"A WII, huh?"  I said, frowning at them.

"Please Jack," Jorge begged and then both boys were laughing.

"It's so fun," Ricky told me.  "Santiago's father got him one and everybody
goes to his house to play it."

"Humph!  We'll see.  I'll think about it."  But I knew already they had
seduced me.  "What about school?  Tell me about that."

As if they had been waiting, anticipating that I would ask, both boys
scurried for their duffel bags, pulled out their report papers and offered
them simultaneously.

"Hmmm," I said, taking them and squinting a little as I translated the
Spanish.

"We are the best, Jack," Jorge told me in a smug tone.

"No one is as good as us," Ricky echoed.

In short, the teacher's words on the papers in my hand confirmed this.
They were the stars of her class, although she also mentioned that they got
into a lot of mischief.

" A WII, huh?"  I said again, sitting down on the edge of the bed - and, of
course, at that point the boys knew they had won.  Instantly they were all
over me, wrestling and pulling me down onto the coverlet.

"Yes!  A WII!"  Ricci said, laughing so hard while I tickled him that he
had to struggle to get the words out.

"With all the games, Jack!"  Jorge pleaded, giggling because I was tickling
him as well.

I took their soccer shoes off and the boys let me undress them, stretching
their arms behind their heads while I pulled off the shirts, lifting their
hips so I could push shorts and jocks down past their jutting boners and
finally drawing up their slim legs one by one while shorts, jocks and knee
socks were all removed.

"Fuck me, Jack," Jorge whispered, pressing naked against my side and
squirming his hips.  "Do me first."

"No me!"  Ricky pleaded hanging on my other side, one knee pulled up onto
my hip, his silky smooth warmth writhing.  "Me, do me!  Jorge went first
last time!"

"You're forgetting about your new clothes," I told them, caressing each one
and giving their bare butts a little smack.  Both their heads came up and
then they were scrambling off the bed to race each other to the desk by the
TV where I had laid out the things I had bought.

"Mine!"  Said Jorge, grabbing one of the pair of Nikes.

"Mine!"  Ricky countered, snatching the other.

Both pawed at the clothes, laying their claims on pants and shirts, arguing
and tussling with each other.  As always, I had tried to bring enough to
satisfy them both but once again, as always, they fought over several
items, particularly one good T-shirt with a colorful rock band logo on
front and back.

"I saw it first!"  Ricky yelled, clutching it.

"No you didn't," Jorge told him, grabbing, "Anyway, you got the good
pants!"

"OK, hold it!"  Seeing that things might come to blows I stepped in and
took the shirt from Ricky.  "Rock, paper, scissors," I ordered.  This was a
game they knew quite well and I regularly used it to settle their disputes.
"1, 2, 3..."

Ricky put out a fist and Jorge produced an open hand.  "Paper covers rock,"
I said, handing the shirt to Jorge.

"He always gets everything!"  Ricky protested.

His brother gave him a superior look.  "That's because I'm older.  I came
out first!"

"Jack," Ricky said, appealing to me.  "Jorge says he's bigger than me.  He
isn't, is he?"

"Let's find out."  I had the naked boy's stand back to back and moved a few
steps away to look.  Jorge did have a very slight edge in size, but it was
in the set of his shoulders and legs, not in height.  I examined them for a
moment, enjoying the sight of their slender tawny bodies touching at
shoulders and butt.  Then I stepped close again, brushing my hand over the
tops of their heads and announced, "Exactly the same!"

"See?"  Ricky told his brother, turning to confront him.

"Maybe," Jorge conceded with a glance at me.  "But I'm bigger here!"  He
took hold of his stiff boner, jutting out hard and straight, and rubbed it.

"No you're not!"  Ricky took hold of his own rigid shaft, stroking its
shiny stretched skin with thumb and forefinger and the two boys stepped
close together, face-to-face, comparing the length of their stiff members.

"See, I'm bigger," Jorge said and Ricky appealed to me.  "He isn't, is he
Jack?"

"You both look big enough to me," I said, holding their hard rods together
while I rubbed them.  The boys giggled and turned to hug against me,
squirming and writing.

"What else did you bring, Jack?"  Jorge asked, knowing there was more.

"Oh, just a few things," I said, teasing them.  After caressing their
sturdy young bodies for a few moments I went to my duffel bag, sat down
with it on the bed and the boys dove on me as I brought out what they had
been waiting for.

Clothes, Nikes and video games were all things Ricky and Jorge loved to
get, but nothing made a hit with them like name brand cosmetics.  Gap soap,
Tommy Hilfiger shampoo and Ralph Lauren colognes always put them into
raptures of delight and the boys could never get enough.  There were no
fights because I always brought two of everything and as I pulled out the
labeled boxes, filling the air around us with exotic scents, each boy took
his share from me as if receiving the gold of Montezuma.

"I expect you to break all the girls' hearts," I said to them with a smile.
"But when I visit next time I don't want any fathers with pistolero's
waiting to tell me you must marry their daughters!"

This got the expected delighted giggles.  It was a joke I told them every
time and they loved it.  After admiring the loot both boys packed
everything into their bags and then I pointed at Jorge.  "Go take a shower
and get cleaned up."

Ricky giggled and Jorge gave his brother a jealous look.  "Your turn will
come later," I assured him.  "Ricky gets to go first this time.  Go get
cleaned up."  I held out a palm and the boy slid his over it before
reluctantly heading for the bathroom.  At the door he paused and I assured
him again, "Your turn will be next, Jorge.  Get your shower now."

He shot an ardent glance at me and then went in, closing the door behind
him.

Ricky was already tugging at my clothes, his small palms under my shirt
sliding up past my stomach to feel the muscles of my chest.  Boy-like he
was impatient of preliminaries and the moment I finished stripping he was
pulling me down onto the bed.  "Fuck me, Jack," he begged, taking hold of
my rigid member and rubbing it.  "Finger me real good and then fuck me."

Ricky still smelled of boy sweat from his soccer game and I breathed in the
heady scent as I took him into my arms.  Like his twin Ricky was slender
and supple, his sturdy young body lean and elegantly defined.  Slowly and
deliberately I put tongue and fingertips to those firm contours, licking
and caressing silky chest, ridged stomach, glossy curve of hip, and jutting
rounded swell of little butt.  In the room's subdued light the boy's smooth
tawny skin and shinny black hair glistened as if oiled and he writhed
against me, moaning when I took his rigid boyhood into my mouth to lick the
slick shaft.  Clutching me around the waist he slid my own rod through his
lips taking the blunt tip all the way into his throat.  Then he pulled his
knees up to spread his thighs so I could run fingertips back and forth over
the small dimple of his anus.

Using a tube of KY that I had placed ready for use by the bed I slicked my
fingers and pushed first one and then another into the boy's waiting
opening.  Ricky's arms tightened around me and he squirmed, moaning, as my
fingertips probed inside him, locating his little nub and massaging it.
Moments later a contraction throbbed deep within the boy and his legs
jerked in tiny spastic kicks.  He hugged against me, my rod deep in his
throat, and I felt him quiver as he groaned in ecstasy,
"Uhhh... Uhhhhhhh..."

Taking the boy's stiff boner back into my mouth I sucked on the slender
shaft while wiggling my fingers inside him, pressing on his nub, until more
pulsations throbbed in his loins.  Ricky's feet twisted, his slender thighs
straining apart, and then he was writhing and thrusting his hips as a spasm
took him.  With sudden contractions his shaft began to jerk in my mouth,
dribbles of sweet moistness oozing from the tip.  Sliding my tongue back
and forth over his slit, massaging his nub with my fingers, I pushed the
boy into spasm after spasm of bucking jerks until at last he lay sprawled
beneath me, eyes closed, breaths coming in gasps.

After withdrawing my fingers and wiping them with a tissue I positioned the
limp boy and then slicked my jutting rod with KY.  From the bathroom I
could hear Jorge's shower water running.  Ricky opened his eyes to stare up
at me, the silky smoothness of his young body glowing like burnished gold
in the light slanting onto him from the bedside lamp.  He reached for me,
drawing his knees up and then wrapping arms and legs around me as I took
him.

"Fuck me," he pleaded.  " Go in me, in me...  Fucking me, Jack."

With one hand I guided the blunt head of my rod to the boy's ring and
thrust in gently.  Both Ricky and his brother were skilled at opening
themselves and it took only moments to squeeze through.  With a slight pop
I entered the boy, feeling the heat of his body engulf me as I penetrated.
Ricky moaned softly, pulling his head back to arch up and impale himself,
arms and legs tightening to pull me in deeper.

As my shaft sank into the boy a surging contraction nearly spilled me over
the edge and I squeezed as hard as I could, barely able to hold back.
Ricky clung, straining to arch up and take my full length, his breaths
coming in little gasps, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."  Suddenly his hips
bucked, and as he jerked against me I could feel the throbbing in his rigid
branch where it was pushed against my stomach.

Clenching my butt to harden myself I remained thrust up in the boy, my
groin locked against his stretched ass, until the spastic jerking of his
young body eased and then, slowly at first, I began to move in him,
grinding my hips, withdrawing a little, thrusting back in and grinding my
hips again.

Ricky moaned in passion, "Ohhh...  Ohhhhhhhhh..." and his small palms slid
on my back and shoulders, stroking and clutching at me.  His head pulled
back and he arched up to meet my thrusts.  When I began to move faster his
arms and legs tightened around me and I felt him shudder in passion.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..."

He moaned again, the first little flutters of a new wave of contractions
rippling within him and suddenly my own tide of pressure broke through.  I
had been fighting to hold it back, wanting to bring Ricky to his immature
releases for as long as I could, but the sensation of having his smooth
silky warmth pressed to mine and the thrill of his passionate surrender was
too much.  As the boy's hips began to thrust again and he clung jerking
against me, there was a gush that I could not contain.  Pulling my head
back, I arched to slide up into the boy as far as I could and then, in
spurt after throbbing spurt, I released within him while Ricky heaved up
beneath me, our bodies locked together in shuddering passion.

When it was over Ricky lay with his eyes closed, arms flung wide and slim
legs still locked around my chest, while I leaned over him, catching my
breath.  As my softening member slid out of his gaping opening the boy's
legs slid off me and I was suddenly aware of a presence stretched out by
our side.  It was Jorge, smelling of orange scented soap and shampoo from
his shower, and while I caressed Ricky, stroking a palm on his sturdy
little chest, glossy flank and taut waist, Jorge leaned against my shoulder
whispering, "Now me, Jack.  Do me."

"Soon," I whispered back.  "Be patient."

Taking Ricky into my arms I pulled him close and the boy responded with a
hug, squirming to slide the full length of his lovely warmth on mine and
offering his lips.  His mouth opened to accept my tongue and while we
exchanged long deep kisses Jorge pushed against my back, writhing and
hugging.

"More, Jack.  Do me more," Ricky pleaded once our lips parted at last, but
I shook my head and gave his silky butt cheeks a tender caress.

"Not right now.  We will later.  I promise.  Go get your shower now."

Reluctantly the boy unwrapped his arms from me and crawled off the bed.

"Don't take too long," I called as he headed for the bathroom.  "It's time
to go swimming."

The moment Ricky closed the door Jorge was all over me, squirming and
pulling my hand down onto his straining boner.  "Now me, Jack.  Do me," he
begged, but I laughed, shook my head and kissed him instead.

"After we swim," I told him, rubbing the boy's rigid shaft with my fingers.

Knowing what I was about to do, Jorge made a happy little sound and
stretched out on the bed, hands extended back behind his head.  As my thumb
and fingers moved faster on him the boy tensed, pointing his toes and then
lifting his hips to arch up, the developing muscles of his slender athletic
body etched like sculpture beneath his silky dark gold skin.

"I heard a little sound, "Uhh...  Uh..." and then a throb pulsed in the
rigid shaft beneath my fingers.  Jorge jerked, hips twisting, a series of
hard contractions bringing a dribble of clear fluid from his slit.  The
lubrication from the slippery droplets allowed my fingers to rub even
faster and in a few moments Jorge tensed again, arching higher this time,
slender body jerking, hips bucking as more contractions pulsed.  Silvery
arcs of glistening milky droplets shot from his tip to land in streaks on
his stomach.

"Oooooo..." Jorge squealed happily as I circled a palm to spread the
slippery fluid on his skin.  "Do it more, Jack."

"After we swim, it'll be your turn," I said reaching for him.  The boy came
into my arms, pulling a knee up over my hip, hugging to press sweetly.  We
kissed, his mouth opening for my tongue, and I stroked and petted him,
sliding my hands down over his silky back, firm glossy butt and then up to
his sturdy shoulders.  The boy writhed, rubbing his rigid boner on my hip
and when our lips parted he whispered, "Ricky like it when you fuck him."

"And you don't?"  I ran a fingertip through his crease, pressing on the
little dimpled opening it found there.

The boy giggled, squirming as my finger slid halfway into him and he pulled
his knee farther up on my hip so I could push in the rest of the way.

"So, you want me to stop?"

Shaking his head, Jorge tightened his arms around me and gave a soft little
cry of passion as I slid a second finger into him, rubbing back and forth
across his little nub.  There was a sudden throb deep in his loins, his
hips jerked and the boy caught his breath with a tiny, "Uh!"  Then he was
hugging against me, hips thrusting as pulses throbbed in his rigid shaft.

"Do it more, Jack," he pleaded as the spasm eased, but I shook my head,
withdrawing my fingers and silencing him with a kiss.  I held the boy,
petting and stroking his firm silky warmth until Ricky emerged from the
bathroom, grinning like an imp, and smelling of soap and scented shampoo.

On the occasions when the boys went swimming with me I always provided them
with high-rise racing Speedos, briefs so skimpy they were nearly thongs,
which left their glossy hips and butt cheeks bare.  Having learned to swim
in the icy water of the town's small river when they were young, they much
preferred the warm water of the guesthouse pool.  There they sported like
young pups, their sleek, almost naked bodies gleaming in the evening light
as they chased each other around me, diving between my legs, wrestling and
finding whatever excuse they could to rub against me, squirming and
hugging.

Their favorite game was for me to toss them up into the air so they could
show off trying to outdo each other with flips or twists before knifing
cleanly back into the water or else cannon balling to see who could make
the biggest splash.  It was a sport they never tired of, squealing with
delight when I threw them and then swimming back to hear my praise of their
flips or twists, hugging against me to slide silky skin on mine and pulling
my hand beneath the water to place it on the hard little boners that bulged
in their Speedos.  As far as the boys were concerned the game could
continue forever, but usually after about an hour my shoulder muscles were
ready for a break.

"OK, guys..." I started to say, but Ricky was squirming against me, his
bulge pushing on my hip.

"One more!"  He begged.  "One more, Jack!  I do my double flip!"

"You can't do no double flip," Jorge scoffed.

"Yes I can!"  The boy looked up at me in appeal.  "Yes, I can Jack.  One
more.  Throw me real high and I show you."

"OK," I said, unable to resist.  "One more.  Here we go..."

"Real high, Jack," Ricky pleaded, positioning himself so I could take him
up by his smooth bare hips.

I nodded, giving his rounded butt cheek a quick squeeze.  "Real high...
Here you go..."

With a heave I launched the boy into the air, giving him a slight forward
spin to help him.  Ricky tucked, somersaulted twice and then uncoiled to
slice back into the water straight as an arrow.

"Yes!"  I shouted, holding a fist up when he emerged pawing at his eyes,
and with a big grin Ricky swam back to receive his reward of praise.

"It was the best! Yes, Jack?"

"The very best," I assured him and the boy hugged, pulling my hand down to
push it beneath the waist of his Speedo where his rigid little shaft slid
between my fingers.  "Let me do it with you again," he whispered while I
rubbed him.

"Later tonight," I murmured, and then Jorge was tugging at me from the
other side.

"Throw me," he demanded.  "Throw me one more time, Jack!"

"OK," I said, knowing it had to be done.  "Here you go!"

Like his brother, I took hold of Jorge by his bare hips and launched him
upward, watching as the boy did his best trick, a back somersault with a
half twist.

"All right!"  I said, making a fuss over him after he had swum back to me.

"That was good, yes?"  Jorge asked anxiously.

"The best," I assured him and then whispered into his ear.  "You are my
champion!"

He beamed at me, hugging around my chest and squirming to rub the bulge in
his crotch against my hip.

"Again, Jack?"  Ricky asked hopefully, but I laughed and shook my head.

"It's getting dark now and we must go in."

Above us, evening was fading into night, and because the pool had no lights
there was enough darkness to cover what the boys already knew I would do
next.  They giggled as I untied the waist strings of their Speedos and they
wiggled out of them, handing the scraps of cloth to me so I could stuff
them in the waist of my baggy swim trunks.  Naked, they followed me to the
shallow end where we splashed and wrestled for a while, the boys laughing
as my hands roved on their firm athletic bodies.  When I finally chased
them out of the water they emerged dripping onto the concrete patio and ran
across it to our room, a pair of wet glistening shadows in the night.

After we dried off Jorge put his arm around my waist.  "Now," he begged.

"Yeah."

While I stripped off my sodden shorts the two naked boys scrambled onto the
bed where Jorge stretched out and half rolled onto his side with Ricky
behind him peering over his brother's shoulder.  They watched, eyes
gleaming in the room's dim light as I uncapped the bottle of KY and smeared
lubricant on my jutting erection.  Then Jorge rolled onto his back, arms
flung behind his head, and with Ricky on one side and me on the other we
drew the boy's slender legs up, bending his knees and parting his thighs to
stretch open his sweet ass.

With a little moan Jorge pulled his head back, arching himself as I spread
KY around the rim of his puckered hole and then when he bore down, opening
himself, I spread lubrication into his boy pussy with my fingers.

"Oooooo..." Jorge sighed, writhing with pleasure and Ricky giggled.

"He like that."

"Yeah.  And like you don't?"  I grinned at him and both boys laughed.

Once Jorge's butt was glistening with lube I nodded to Ricky and we lowered
the boy's legs so Jorge could turn onto his side facing his brother.  Ricky
reversed position and stretched out offering his rigid boner to Jorge who
took it into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Ricky's hips to lock him
in place.  Then, after licking the firm sheath of his twin's stomach, Ricky
slid Jorge's stiff four-inch rod through his lips and I reached over the
swell of Jorge's hip to stroke Ricky's silky black hair as he began to
suck.  Then, stretching out behind Jorge I took him by the shoulders,
pressed my body to his smooth warmth and slid the blunt tip of my lubed
tool into the boy's crease.

Moaning softly, Jorge lifted his thigh, pulling a knee up on Ricky's
shoulder as the head of my rod pressed on his opening.  Bearing down, he
relaxed the ring, allowing me to squeeze through and as I penetrated him I
felt him jerk when a quick pulse throbbed in his loins.  He moaned again
and both boys writhed as I maintained a steady pressure, thrusting up into
the boy, burying my tip deep in his hot tight sweetness.

"Ohhhh...  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Jorge was straining to arch himself and when I lifted my head I saw that
one of his hands was between Ricky's butt cheeks, fingers pushed into his
twin's hot cavity.  With my arm pressed against the muscular curves of
Jorge's own firm butt, I stretched my full-length up into him and ground my
hips as more throbs pulsed through the boy.  He pushed back against me,
straining to take me even deeper, and then began to jerk and buck as spasm
after throbbing spasm shot through him.

Both Ricky and I kept ourselves pressed against the boy until his frantic
movements eased and then, when I saw Ricky's sleek head begin to bob once
more, I began to slide in Jorge, a slow steady rhythm of withdrawal and
thrust while at the same time caressing the boy's silky smooth waist and
flank with my palm.

"Uhh... Uhh... Uhhhhhh..."

Writhing in ecstasy the twins sucked and tongued each other, Jorge arching
and pushing back against me to meet my thrusts.  Gradually I increased the
pace until he went rigid with tension, and then Ricky and I pressed against
him as the boy heaved in spasm, contraction after hard contractions jerking
his taut body.

Once Jorge was spent Ricky and I waited, letting him catch his breath while
I caressed and petted, stroking his lean silky body. When his arms
tightened on his brother and he began sucking again I resumed my pumping,
filling him with my hardness, and with Ricky helping the two of us brought
Jorge to a third and fourth passive release.

By then the boy was quivering, eyes staring, lost in passion, and my own
pressure was building.  When I began to thrust faster the two boys moved
with me, sensing my urgency.  Ricky squirmed and twisted against his
brother and Jorge arched to push back and take my thrusts, desperate to be
filled completely.  His fingers worked deep within his brother as each of
them used lips and tongue on the other's rigid shaft.

The writhing of their smooth young bodies took me past the edge and I
gathered them into my arms, arching to stretch up into Jorge as far as I
could while grinding my hips to move my blunt tip deep within him.  The boy
tensed and Ricky locked against him, his own lean form bowing in tension as
well.

For an instant of suspended time all three of us clung together, squeezing
to hold back.  Then Ricky jerked.  A throb pulsed in Jorge's loins making
his hips buck...  And with contraction after hard contractions I was
spurting in the boy, straining up into him while all three of us jerked and
writhed.

Afterwards we lay panting on the bed, bodies entwined, and then as I
softened and slipped out of Jorge he untangled himself from Ricky, turned
over and nestled against me.

"Nice?"  I whispered, and he nodded, lifting his mouth to mine, opening to
admit my tongue.

While we exchanged long deep kisses Ricky changed position, stretching out
behind his brother to press against him.  Like me, Jorge had become flaccid
but now as I held him I felt the boy stiffen once more and he squirmed,
rubbing himself on my stomach.  Then our lips parted and he giggled.

"What?"  I asked.

"Ricky tryin' to fuck me."

"Oh, yeah?"  I reached over to tickle the other twin and Ricky laughed.

"Do us again, Jack," he begged.

"Later we will.  First you gotta' rest."

"We don't gotta' rest," Jorge protested.  "You do,"

He pushed his hand down to give my flaccid member a mischievous squeeze.

"Come on, guys," I pleaded, rolling onto my back.  "Give me a break."

Jorge wiggled over to lie half rolled on my side, his head resting on my
shoulder and Ricky scrambled across us to nestle against me on my other
side.  I caressed both of them, stroking my palms down silky flanks to the
firm taut hollows of their waists.

"If we make the championships, you comin' to watch us, Jack?"  Ricky asked.

"You know I will.  But if I'm at the game watching, how will I see you on
TV?"

This made him giggle and Jorge said, "You gonna' record it for us."

"Yeah.  Then we all watch it later," Ricky told me.  He pulled my hand down
to his still rigid boner and then drew a knee up to make it easier for me
to stroke him.

"Our team gonna' make it," Jorge assured me, sliding his palm in circles
around my chest.

Ricky pressed closer to me and rubbed a small hand on my stomach.  "We
gonna' have fun, Jack."

"When don't we have fun," I told him, hugging both boys and tickling to
make them laugh.  "Which tape do you want to see?  I brought a Rambo movie
and one about a dog who plays soccer."

Of course they picked the soccer movie.  While we watched it the boys
cuddled close on either side of me, their shiny black hair and smooth tawny
bodies gleaming in the TV's flickering light.  As I held them, enjoying
their laughter at the antics of the soccer dog and feeling the thud of
their young hearts against my chest, all I could think of was how lucky we
had been to find each other.

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Hope you enjoyed it!  This story is the seventh of a twenty-four part
series that features the same central character.  There will be something
for everyone - single hook ups, doubles, twins, first times and hand offs.
Drop me a line if you have a favorite chapter (I do, but won't reveal it).
Look for a new chapter or two each month.

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