Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 15:56:18 CST
From: "Bingo __" <munkavle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cool Twins 1 (M/b, Cons, Bond, WS, Oral, Anal)

This will hopefully be the first part of a series of short stories of 
fast and consenting action of a M/b bond nature. It was inspired by a 
recent repost in prettyboy by Archangel of the Cool series, a b/w 
nude series that included some rambunctious twins at play. Some of 
the situations will be quite absurd, and very obviously fictitious. 
I've written it for the enjoyment of myself and others; if you belong 
to the group that is or is considered to be offended by this type of 
fiction, please stop reading now.


The doorbell rings. I get up from my work to answer the door. Outside 
are Jamie and Bobby who live next door. They are both eleven, light 
brown hair, thick and ruffled, blue eyes. They show the same genetic 
tendencies as their somewhat obese widowed mother and late father, 
but they are not fat, just grabable.

The twins are wearing clothes suitable for a warm Florida spring day. 
Bobby a blue Dolphins T-shirt, matching hat, and black worker shorts. 
He's the conservative one of the pair. Jamie wears a black sleeveless 
Magic shirt and matching shorts. Both wear beach sandals.

The twins often come over when they have nothing else to do. I sigh, 
letting them in--as I always do. I know I'm not going to get much work 
done today.

I go back to my study to work at the computer. The boys make 
themselves at home in the living room, playing computer games.

I get another fifteen minutes worth of work done, then I hear the 
patting of little naked feet. Still watching the screen, I feel a 
pair of arms circling my neck, softly embracing me. I try to keep 
writing, but is unable to think as my ear is nibbled by warm, soft 
lips. I keep staring at the screen, knowing I should keep working, 
but knowing I will give in. The owner of the lips gets more 
insistent. A wet tongue runs along my right cheek and a hand moves 
from my neck to feel my erection through my cotton shorts, another 
down the neck of my shirt to pinch my right nipple. I hear a giggle 
from the door, from where twin number two is watching the show. 

I grab the two hands, turning around in my office chair to take in 
Jamie's beautiful look. It is easy to lose oneself in his blue eyes. 
He's a charmer and knows it. His mouth is open, his breathing hard. I 
kiss his red lips. He replies, showing off his expertise with his 
tongue. It is inside my mouth, but retreats as I push mine harder 
into him. He knows who's in charge and shows respect.

I know how to distinguish between the young pair, although they are 
as close to identical as could be. I know them from tiny details, 
such as breathing rhythm and particular glints in their eyes. To an 
outside observer, it is easiest to regard the briefs down to which 
they have already stripped. Jamie's are red, Bobby's blue.

Jamie asks if we can go downstairs. I tell him I have to work, that I 
don't have the time, but he shows no interest in my pleas. Instead he 
pulls me up by the arm. Reluctantly, I get up and follow him.

I unlock the door to the basement. Jamie still holds me by the hand, 
leading me downstairs. Bobby follows close behind me. I flick the 
switch on the wall at the top of the stairs. Owing to the planks over 
the windows, the room still very dark, but you can make out the king 
size bed, the large, heavy table complete with straps in the corners, 
the hooks hanging from the ceiling, the small collection of whips and 
canes on the wall, and my recently finished pride and joy, a large 
wooden cross, almost nine feet tall, barely fitting upright in my 
modest dungeon.

Squeezing past at the bottom of the stairs, Bobby runs up to the 
cross, feeling it up admiringly. He stands up against it, stretching 
his arms up and making a small X that matches the large contruction. 
I smile; I know he would love to be strapped to it. 

As I watch Bobby looking over the cross, I momentarily forget about 
Jamie. This is something one must never do, and suddenly I am aware 
of him, as he has snuck up behind me and in one pull yanks my shorts 
down to my ankles. I am not wearing underwear, so my cock stands out, 
already aroused by the thought of Bobby strapped onto the cross. I 
step out of my shorts, at the same time pulling my shirt off, leaving 
me buck naked and trying to catch the giggling offender. Jamie runs 
around and around, always just avoiding me (well, I'm not trying that 
hard to catch him--it would spoil the fun). Eventually, though, I have 
him cornered in one end of the room. He giggles hard as he backs up 
towards the cross, looking for a way out but finding none. Suddenly 
he is surprised from behind, as his brother comes up, downing Jamie's 
red briefs, exposing him. Enraged by this unexpected assault, Jamie 
turns around to find Bobby on his knees, having pulled the briefs all 
the way down to Jamie's ankles. Bobby seizes the opportunity, pecking 
Jamie's little penis with his lips. 

Jamie hates to be on the receiving end of this treatment. He always 
wants to be the twin in charge. Therefore he now fells his brother, 
grabbing his underwear and pulling them down. At first, this leaves 
both boys hobbled by their respective garments, but these soon come 
off as a ferocious wrestling match begins on the blue carpet. I sit 
down on the bed, admiring the energy of the little boys in their 
struggle. The wrestling match appears to have a sole purpose to it, 
to `score' as many touches as possible on the opponent's pecker, 
while at the same time trying to render the other immobile.

The struggle is made perfectly even by the sameness of the two 
bodies, but eventually (as always) Jamie's aggression wins over 
Bobby's timidity, leaving Bobby face down on the carpet, Jamie 
straddling his plump butt cheeks and holding his hands crossed on his 
back. Bobby struggles, trying to get his arms loose, but he is in a 
no-win situation. This is where I step in.

I grab a couple of nylon ropes from a box by the bed and come up to 
the couple. I get down on my knees facing Jamie, my naked buttocks 
impaled upon Bobby's warm neck. As I use the rope to help Jamie tie 
Bobby's wrists together, I feel Bobby breathing heavily, making his 
back heave itself up towards my erection. 

Soon Bobby's hands are tied tightly behind his back. I know he loves 
to be tied up, so I am not worried that he will be uncomfortable. I 
look up and meet Jamie's eyes. He has a mischievous look on his face. 
I have no time ask, before he looks down. I follow his gaze, and I am 
appalled as Jamie, having slid down but still sitting on his 
brother's thighs, releases his bladder, making a stream of urine up 
Bobby's crack, that slowly spreads into a puddle on the small of his 
back, right where his hands are. Bobby shouts out in disgust as he 
feels the wet liquid spread around his trapped body, but he is also 
fighting to hold his laughter back. I on the other hand, am not about 
to let Jamie get away with this. I let him finish his business, but 
then quickly grab him, pulling him face down on the floor beside his 
brother. I quickly tie him up in the same manner as his brother. 
Jamie puts up a bit of a struggle, but a few hard slaps on his bare 
butt make him more compliant. 

Once I have Jamie tied up, I pull him by his neck hair and push his 
face into Bobby's backside, forcing him to clean up the mess he made. 
He begins with the small puddle that remains just above the butt 
crack, licking and slurping to get it all up. All the while Bobby 
lies still, quietly waiting as his brother is ordered around, not 
even flinching as I grab and spread his butt cheeks, giving Jamie's 
pink tongue access to that most private of places. As Jamie reaches 
the very nether regions, pushing at the tight rosebud sphincter, 
Bobby begins to moan and move about in erotic spasms. Bobby's moans 
have a very positive effect on Jamie (as well as myself). Jamie's 
little prick has grown and now points straight out between his legs.

I suddenly come up with a great scheme. I am not about to let the 
boys release just yet; I want to experiment. So once I am satisfied 
that Jamie's cleanup job is done, I pull him up, guiding him over to 
the bed and laying him face up. I tell him to stay as he is while I 
help his brother up. As I guide Bobby over to the bed, I notice he 
also has a stiffie, and that he truly needs release soon. I shall 
grant him it, in a little more time.

I grab a few more ropes and a couple of wide buckle straps, and get 
Bobby to kneel with a knee either side of Jamie's head. I push Bobby 
forward, guiding him into Jamie's groin, which he immediately 
accepts. As Bobby begins to suck his brother's pricklet, I grab 
Jamie's right leg, pulling it back towards his head as far as 
possible. I apply a rope about his thigh, just above his bent knee, 
and tie this to Bobby's bent elbow. I do the same to Jamie's left 
leg, then flip the boys over completely. As I now repeat the 
activity, Jamie hungrily accepts his brother's stiff pecker. When I 
am finished, the boys form a beautiful ball of sixty-niner activity, 
eagerly sucking each other off. Due to the force of gravity, however, 
the brother on the bottom constantly has trouble keeping his head up 
high enough to reach the object of interest. To assist them in their 
venture I add a buckle strap behind the neck of each boy, bringing it 
through the small gap between one twin's upper body and the other's 
upper thigh. Once each strap is tightly buckled, there is no strain 
on the neck of either, nor is there any escape.

I stand back and admire the scene, two beautiful twins engaged in the 
most erotic of sex play, having the thrill of their lives in a mutual 
giving and returning of favours. I can not be an innocent (?) 
bystander for long. I climb onto the bed. The boys have found a 
position of mutual comfort, lying on their sides. This is not what I 
have in mind, however. I grab the package before me, placing Bobby on 
top. With my tongue I begin to explore his crack. Jamie has not done 
a perfect job; there is still a slight scent of sweet child piss in 
the slit. I do not mind however. I lick my way around the beautiful 
roundness of Bobby's cheeks. As I approach his sphincter I see an 
inviting flicker. My tongue dives in. I hear him gasp as I enter, 
smell the leftover urine, taste the musty left-over flavour of 
faeces. After a while, I get my tongue out, replacing it with a KY-
engorged finger. I gel him up, then do the same to my release-
yearning dick. I get up on my knees behind Bobby, lean forward 
instructing him NOT TO BITE. He nods, his oral region still busy 
pleasing his twin. I lean in, pushing at the tight opening, then 
slowly glide through as the boy expertly opens up. Once I am inside, 
I hear both boys scream in sexual ecstasy. I can sense that this will 
get me off in no time. I take a few short stabs, then let my seed out 
into Bobby's rectum. As I do, I feel Bobby go into spasm, pumping 
into Jamie. As an immediate chain reaction, Jamie shouts out. Feeling 
his brother's orgasm, there is no way he can hold back on his own. In 
just a matter of seconds our threesome explodes in simultaneous 
orgasms.

Before releasing the boys, I have them flip over, so that we can 
repeat the activity. The second time is not as dramatic, mostly owing 
to the boys' tiredness, but it is still no less fun. Once I release 
them, they can't stop talking. We have a shower together, then go 
into my master bedroom upstairs. We spend the afternoon cuddling and 
resting our exhausted bodies. I know our relationship has reached a 
new turning point.    

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