Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 18:52:26 -0400
From: Max Roberts <maxroberts@usa.com>
Subject: Max's Older Bears - Part 7 - Twins

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. This
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Max Roberts


After a great weekend with Mr. Berman and Mr. Harris, I had to go back to
school during the week. At least we only had 8 more days until summer
vacation. After school on Tuesday, I was scheduled to work. I hoped
Mr. Berman would have more details about his plan to fulfill our fantasies,
but he didn't say anything and I thought it wouldn't be right to bring it
up at work.

My shift started pretty much as normal. It usually started with people
coming right from work and then later people coming in after dinner. I had
been there about an hour when a middle aged guy in a suit walked in. He was
average height, but kind of chubby with sort of a Chris Christie build. He
had a full head of dark brown hair and five o'clock shadow on what must
have started as a clean-shaven face in the morning. I asked him what I
could help him with and he said he needed a new pair of black dress shoes,
size 10 wide. I looked down and could see the ones he was wearing were kind
of worn out. I showed him the displays we had and let him know which
options came in black. He picked out a couple of pairs to try and I asked
him to have a seat while I got the shoes from the back for him to try on.

When I came back, the man was in a chair with his legs spread and a large
bulge showing on the left side of his crotch. I sat across from him on my
stool and took the first pair out of the box. I reached down and took hold
of his calf to pull his foot up on the stool so I could remove his shoe. I
untied the shoe and pulled it off and was greeted by a strong scent of a
sweaty sock that had spent the day in old leather shoes.

I must have reacted because he said, "sorry about that, my ex always
complained about the smell."

Without thinking I said, "it's okay, I like it." As soon as I realized what
I said, I turned bright red and started stammering. "I mean, I don't mind
... um ... uh ..."

He ignored my embarrassment.  "I wish my ex liked it. I always want a foot
massage at the end of the day, but I could never get one."

Maybe it was my recent experience with men that made me bold, but I didn't
say anything. Instead I just rubbed his foot for a few seconds, then put my
hand to my face and inhaled the scent.

"Wow. You really do like it. I should have you come rub my feet."

Quietly I said, "I'd like that if you would. I can meet you for that when
I'm not working."

"You're serious?" he asked.

"Um ... yes, but not here at work."

"Wow. He reached in his pocket which drew my attention back to that bulge
and pulled out a business card. Call me when you are off and you can stop
by and help me out."

I looked at the card. His name was Arthur Zarcovsky and he worked at an
insurance agency. "I'm off tomorrow, Mr. Zarcovsky. I could meet you after
school."

"Really? That would be great. And you can call me Art."

"Really," I said "I'd like that, Art."

"I work only a few blocks from here. Can you come there maybe around 5:30?
It's a small place, just me and my brother. We each have a private office
and stop seeing clients by five."

"Sure. That'd be great."

Art was grinning and as I helped him try on shoes I made sure to discreetly
rub his feet as much as possible. He ended up choosing a nice pair of
loafers and decided to wear them home. He asked if I could dispose of his
old worn shoes. As I rang up his purchase at the register, he asked "So
I'll see you at 5:30 tomorrow?"

"Sure thing," I said.

"Please call if you can't make it."

"I will. See you tomorrow."

Instead of throwing out his old shoes, I took them in back and jammed them
into my backpack. They'd be a bit big on me, but I guess this was like the
underwear and socks I collected - a nice reminder of a good encounter.

The next day after school I went home and put on Art's old shoes and then I
took them and sniffed them for a while. I was getting myself worked up and
didn't want to do anything about it before I saw him, so I put them away,
took a shower and waited til it was time to see him. I rode my bike to the
insurance agency. From the lobby I could see two offices. One office had a
closed door and in the other I saw Art sitting at his desk. He had his suit
coat and tie off and was there in his shirt sleeves.  I knocked on the door
jamb.

"Max, I'm glad you came."  He got up, shook my hand, and closed the
door. "I'm not sure what to do now. I guess I didn't think this through
very well."

"You said you wanted a foot massage. Sit down in the chair and I'll work on
your feet."

He sat down in his desk chair and I went down to the floor at his
feet. Just like the other day, he had a sizable bulge in his navy blue suit
pants. He didn't have his new shoes on. Instead he had a pair of slightly
worn cordovan loafers - the kind with little tassels. I took his left foot
in my hand and pulled off the loafer. I was greeted by the same scent as at
the shoe store so I pulled his foot to my face and inhaled deeply while
letting my one hand rub up his leg a bit and feel his big calf in those
navy blue over the calf gold toe socks. Then I pulled his right shoe off
and did the same.

I positioned myself so he could lay both feet in my lap and started
massaging his left foot in earnest. I used both hands to rub the top and
bottom from heal to toe simultaneously. Then I took hold of his foot in
both hands with my fingers on top and thumbs on the bottom and used my
thumbs to work on the sole of his foot. After that, I used my fingers to
rub his toes really good.

Art had his head back, moaning just a bit and muttering about how great it
felt. I had my eye on the bulge in his pants which I was sure was growing
just a bit. As I moved to his right root, the door opened and someone said,
"Hey Art, I'm on my way out ... whoa .... what's going on in here?"

I looked up and saw a carbon copy of the man whose foot was in my hand -
same height, same chubby build, same brown hair. The only thing different
was the clothes. This guy had on a gray suit instead of a blue one.

"Aw, Harv, how many times to I have to tell you to knock?" Art said.

"Sorry man. I didn't know you'd be up to no good in here. Though from the
lump in your pants, there must be some good. Maybe you could share."

Art looked at me. "I'm so sorry, Max. This is my twin brother, Harvey. He's
never been good with social etiquette."

Art had nothing to be sorry for. I saw this as opportunity. "It's no
problem," I said to Art." And if you want to share me, I'm good with that,
too. Why don't you have a seat and kick off your shoes, Harvey?"

So he pulled up a chair, bent down, untied his black wingtips, pulled them
off and waited. I laid down on my back on the floor, keeping Art's foot in
one hand and using the other hand to guide Harvey's feed on to my face.

I returned to massaging Art's foot and started sucking Harvey's toes in my
mouth while still in his sweaty gray dress socks.

"Oh my fucking god," Harvey said, "who knew that would feel so good? Has he
sucked your toes yet, Art?"

"Not yet," Art replied. "Just a massage so far."

"Well you've got to feel this. I never had someone do that before but,
damn, it's hot. I'm boning up from it."

"Really?" I heard Art say. Then I felt his free foot join his brother's at
my face. So I moved my mouth to the foot in the navy sock and Art
moaned. "Ahhh, that is hot. Should we jerk off together like we did when we
were teenagers, Harv?"

I pulled my mouth off his foot. "No!" I yelled. "Don't jack off. Let me
take care of that, too."

"Damn, bro, you found a really hot boy here," Harvey said.  And with that
he stood up and started taking off his suit. "Come on, Art, he can't get to
it with your clothes on."

Both men stripped down to their underwear and socks. These identical
chubby, middle aged twins were standing over me. The both had hairy chests
and some hair on their big bellies which were firms but hanging a little of
the waistbands of their undies - gray Jockey briefs on Harvey and white
boxers on Art. Harvey moved to pull his underwear off, but I liked the view
and said, "Leave them on for now, please."

Harvey's cock was obviously hard in his briefs, pointing to the side with
what looked like huge balls bulging in the pouch.  Art's cock was hard and
tenting his boxers and I could see a nice tangle of dark pubes through the
slit.

I leaned in to Harvey's crotch and put my mouth over the shaft of his hard
cock and blew some hot air on it. When I drew my breath in, I could tell
this guy smelled like a man at the end of the day. Harvey moaned, put his
hand on my head and said, "I'm glad I don't knock."

I pulled away from his crotch and turned to Art, reaching in to pull his
cock through the fly of his boxers. I was greeted with a very thick cut
cock, maybe 5 or 6 inches with a huge head. There was a drop of pre-cum so
I licked it off, stretched my mouth over his cock head and pushed forward
until the whole big cock was in my mouth. Art started pumping his cock
between my lips, but it was so thick I needed a break and time to adjust.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, reached in to the boxers and pulled out his
balls. They were huge, covered in dark brown hair, and hanging down pretty
far. I moved under his balls and started working them with my tongue. I
took one in my mouth and tried to fit the other in, too, but they were too
big.  Still I loved feeling those low hangers on my face, licking them with
my tongue, and smelling the man scent that had settled in over the day.

Meanwhile, Harvey had pulled his cock through the fly of his briefs and
started jerking himself off.  When I noticed, I pulled away from Art's
balls and said, "no ... don't jack off ... let me take care of it ...
please."

I moved to Harvey's identically thick cock and sucked it into my mouth
while feeling his enormous balls in the pouch of his Jockey shorts. These
guys didn't have really long cocks, but I loved the thickness and the huge
balls. No wonder Art had showed such a bulge in his dress pants with boxers
underneath.

The rock hard cock in my mouth told me Harvey was enjoying the blow job and
I was looking forward to being rewarded with a mouthful of cum when I heard
him say, "This boy is great, Art. Who knew a boy's mouth could be so good?
I wonder what it would be like to fuck a boy ass."

Now it wasn't that I was opposed to being fucked, but this was a seriously
thick cock and I wasn't lubed up so I spoke up. "You guys have such thick
cocks. I don't know if I could take them up my ass."

"Sure you could," Harvey said, "my ex took it up her ass every now and
then. You just need something to ease the way."

"I have some lotion here," Art said. "That might work."

The next think I knew these two big, chubby bears were undressing me. Once
my clothes were off, Art pulled some lotion from his desk drawer and handed
it to his brother. I bent over and Harvey squirted some lotion on my hole
and started to work it in with a thick finger. Art moved in front of me and
said, "let me feel your mouth on my cock now."

So I started sucking Art's thick cock, still poking through the fly of his
boxers and Harvey continued to work my hole with his fingers, trying to
loosen me up. "How's that feel?" he asked. "I have three fingers in you
now. Think you could take my cock?"

I pulled off of Art's cock just long enough to answer, "Give it a try."

I went back to Art's cock and felt Harvey pushing the big head of his cock
at my hole. I tried to relax and push back and eventually I felt that big
cock head enter.

"Mmmph," I groaned over Art's cock. I pulled back. "Leave it there for a
minute. I need to get used to it."

I went back to sucking and Harvey kept still with the thick head of his
cock just inside my ass. It hurt a little, but I wanted it in me. When else
would I have a identical twin cocks in my mouth and ass at the same time?
When the pain eased up I started pushing my ass back against Harvey's
cock. He got the message and started pushing forward until the whole thick
thing was buried in my ass.

Just as Harvey started pumping his cock in my ass, I heard a new
voice. "Hey boys .... Oh .... Um ..."

Then Art said, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Uh ... I thought we could all grab some dinner, but it looks like you boys
are busy. I better go."

I pulled my mouth off of Art's cock and looked toward the office door. A
big guy, probably 70 years old, maybe six feet tall, chubby, with a full
head of salt and pepper hair was standing there.  I felt bold. "Or you
could join in," I said.

"This? With my sons? No, it's not right."

"I bet you'd enjoy it," I said.

Harvey chimed in. "Dad, he has an amazing mouth and ass. I don't know if
I've ever felt anything better. Give it a try."

Art added, "This does feel great. It's okay with us if you join in."

The big dad hesitated. "What would people think?"

I answered. "Nobody else had to know. And the bulge in your jeans makes me
think you're curious."

Art said, "Come over here, you can start with his mouth."

So Art pulled back and motioned his dad over. The dad undid his belt,
lowered his zipper, and pushed his jeans and underwear down without taking
anything else off. His cock and balls looked a lot like his sons except he
was uncut and he had had some gray hair mixed in with the brown around his
cock and on his balls -- and his balls hung down even farther than his
boys. He wasn't quite all the way hard, but I took that thick uncut tool in
my mouth, heard him moan, and felt it grow fully hard in my mouth.

"See, I told you, Dad," Harvey said. "This is fucking hot, pumping this boy
pussy with my dad and brother. I've never felt anything so tight and warm."

With that, he picked up the pace and really started fucking my ass hard. I
still had his dad's cock in my mouth and I felt Art reach down and start
stroking my cock. My mind was racing. I had figured I'd be doing more than
a foot massage for Art, but now I had his twin brother's cock pounding my
butt, his dad's thick cock in my mouth and him jerking me off.

Harvey yelled out, "I can't hold off. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, I'm
cumming. Take my cum, boy.  Take it!"

He had his cock pushed all the way into my ass and held it there as he came
what must have been a dozen shots deep inside me. When he was done he
announced, "I've never cum that hard. I need to rethink what I've been
fucking."

Harvey pulled out and Art took the opportunity to stick his cock somewhere
and he took over at my ass while I continued to suck his Dad. Harvey
dropped down and sat in the desk chair with his softening cock still
hanging out of the fly of his briefs. Art was not as aggressive as his
brother and went in really slowly trying to be gentle.

I pulled off the dad's cock for a second to say, "Go on, you can really
fuck me. Harvey loosened me up good."

I went back to sucking the cock in front of me and Art started fucking my
ass. I could hear the squishing noises of that thick cock pumping around
Harvey's big load.

Art said, "You're right, Harv. I've never fucked anything so good. It's so
warm and tight. I know I won't last long."

Their dad said, "You boys had a head start. I better pick up the pace."

He grabbed my head in his hands and started really fucking my mouth. My
jaws were aching from his thick cock, but I was so turned on and just let
him do it. I figured he was pretty close because his balls kept pulling
closer to his body. Art's cock was rubbing all the right spots in my ass
and I was nearing my own orgasm without even touching myself.

Art announced, "I can't hold back. I'm gonna blow any second."

"Me, too," his dad said and he started flooding my mouth with a huge load
of dad cum.

As he did, Art kept pounding me hard and I started cumming hands free.

Art said, "Damn, you're cumming. It's squeezing my cock." He pushed in one
last time and yelled, "ahhh... I'm blowing my load in you.  Oh, Max, it
feel s so good."

Art's softening cock felll out of my ass. His dad pulled his jeans up and
put himself together. He asked, "How did this all start anyhow?"

Art answered. "I bought new shoes yesterday. Max waited on me and I somehow
we talked about a foot massage and he came here to give me one. The rest
just happened."

"Well this certainly isn't what I was expecting," the dad said.

"But it was good, wasn't it?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah ... it was. I haven't had sex with anyone except my own hand since
your mother died 3 years ago. But with my sons? I shouldn't have."

Art chimed in. "Dad, it's okay. We're your family. We'd help you with
anything. And thanks, Max, for helping us all out.

Harvey and their dad both said, "yeah, thanks Max."

"Okay boys, get dressed and I take you to get some dinner.  Do you want to
come, Max?"

"No thanks, sir," I said. "I should get home and get cleaned up. But I'd
love to do this again sometime."

So we all got dressed. I said my goodbyes and got on my bike to ride home
with twin loads in my ass and their dad's load in my stomach. It was a good
day. I hoped there'd be a next time.

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