Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 23:35:24 -0700
From: J H <gymguy8@gmail.com>
Subject: Tech Support, Part III

3.

As I expected, the two of them were at the door, Greg holding a large
pizza box. Looking at the two of them was like playing a newspaper's
spot-the-difference game. They were definitely identical twins, but
there were small, subtle differences. Greg was a little stockier,
while Tyler was thinner, his hair tinged with some blond. Each one had
picked his sport, and had developed the body type associated with it.

We stood there a few moments, just staring at each other. Both Tyler
and I were looking each other over carefully. Even in those short
seconds, something was happening between the two of us. I could barely
keep my eyes off of him. And his eyes were flicking between my face,
my chest, and my groin. Finally, I broke the silence. "You must be
Tyler," I said. "I'm Mark."

"Yeah," he answered, snapping out of his reverie. "I'm Tyler. Good to
meet you," he said, putting his hand out for me to shake. I grabbed
it, and pulled him into a hug.

"I think we're going to move beyond shaking hands pretty quickly," I
said, right as he moved in to kiss me. Over his shoulder, I could see
Greg smiling, almost laughing at the two of us. "Come on in," I said,
as we broke off the kiss. I was suddenly aware that the door was wide
open, and neighbors could see us clearly.

Greg led the way, finding the kitchen and putting down the
pizza. Tyler followed him, and I brought up the rear. It gave me a
chance to check out Tyler's ass. It was a textbook example of a
swimmer's bubble butt: a firm, rounded ass. My cock was getting hard
already. I wanted to bend him over, and spend my evening rimming that
hole, opening it up and getting him ready for a sustained, athletic
fucking. Luckily, the smell of the pizza brought me back to reality.

I  pulled out  some beers  from  the fridge,  and handed  them to  the
boys. "Over  the sink," I  said to Greg,  guessing he was  looking for
plates.  He grabbed three,  and handed  them around.  We dug  into the
pizza. The two  boys lived up to the  reputation of teenagers, plowing
through nearly  all of the  pizza in  the time it  took me to  eat two
slices. As  they finished their  beers, I offered them  another, which
they accepted greatfully.

Finally, as their eating slowed down, they began to talk a bit more,
telling each other about their day. Tyler started to ask me about
myself. "Where's your family?" he asked, examining a picture of the
four of us over the dinner table.

"My son is off at college. And my wife and daughter are visiting
colleges."

"So, all alone this week," he said.

"Yeah."

"Awesome." He got up and stared at the picture again. "Good looking
family," he said. There was a hint of longing there, like he wanted
the same stability suggested by the picture. Greg also heard the
longing in Tyler's voice. He jumpedg up, and wrapped his arms around
Tyler. He started to nibble his brother's neck tenderly, an act far
more sexual but also more intimate than I had expected. Tyler leaned
back and returned the kiss, the two boy's tongues entwined. Greg's
hand ran over Tyler's flat stomach, lifiting his shirt and letting me
see a light trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. Greg caught
me staring, and grinned at me. We knew that Tyler was going to be
naked soon enough.

"Want to watch some TV?" Greg asked Tyler.

"Yeah, that would be cool," Tyler answered. I got up, and directed the
boys down to the basement. They held hands as they walked down the
stairs together. At the bottom, they kicked off their shoes, and
jumped on the couch. I grabbed the remotes, and sat next to them on
the couch.

"That doesn't work sir," Greg said. He crawled over me, and I was soon
sandwiched between the two boys. They each put their arms around me,
resting their heads on my chest.

"Which of you is the older one?" I asked.

Tyler said, "He is."

Almost at the same time, Greg said, "I am." The two boys laughed. Greg
reached over, and started to unbotton my shirt. "Don't hide that
chest, Sir."

"And which of you is the good twin? And which is the evil twin?" It
was a question they were probably sick of, but I had to ask it.

"It depends," Greg said.

Once again, almost simultaneously, Tyler said, "It depends."

"I do the stupid things," Greg went on. "But, Tyler's the troubled
one, Sir." He reached across me and gave Tyler a deep kiss. The two
boys rested their heads against my chest as they made out.

As they broke off the kiss, Tyler spoke. "Greg will hit the ball into
the street. But I'm the one who runs into the street without looking
to bring it back to him." It was a surprising amount of self-awareness
for a nineteen year-old.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked. Greg had finished unbuttoning my
shirt, and had started to play with a nipple. My cock was responding,
and I was trying anything that would serve to distract him from
playing with my body any more.

Unfortunately, Greg was at least a step ahead of me. "I want to watch
you make out with Tyler," he said. Tyler didn't wait and leaned in,
his soft lips brushing against mine.

I could smell the hint of chlorine on his warm skin, as well as the
musky, arousing presence of a teenaged boy. He pressed his body
against mine; I hoped he couldn't feel my cock stir and grow in
response. If he did, he didn't indicate it. He pressed his tongue into
my mouth, and let his hands explore my hairy chest.

"Such a fucking sexy daddy," he whispered. Despite his whisper, I knew
that Greg also had heard what he said. He didn't let me respond,
forcing his tongue back into my mouth. As he did, he shifted position,
climbing on top of me and straddling my waist. My cock was straining
against my jeans, and I knew he felt it, pressing up into his ass.

Greg moved behind Tyler, lifting Tyler's shirt up and off. Like his
brother, Tyler had a smooth, muscular chest, just a hint of hair
leading out of his jeans. I wondered if his ass was just as sweet as
his brother's. But I knew I'd be finding out soon enough, and just
savored the delicate uncertainity of the moment and Tyler's tongue
exploring my mouth. In the meantime, Greg was pressing Tyler against
me, forcing Tyler's smooth skin against my hairy chest. Greg had moved
around, and I could see him staring at the two of us kissing. "Fuck
yeah, little bro. Making out with our daddy," he said.

Greg reached down and unbuttoned Tyler's jeans. Like Greg and myself,
Tyler wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free. I could
feel his hard shaft against my stomach, a hint of wettness at the
tip. "Fuck, bro, you're hard as a rock," Greg said. "You want to ride
Dad's cock, don't you?"

Tyler didn't answer out loud. Instead, he kept on making out with me,
and shook his head "yes." My own cock was just as hard as Tyler's, but
still constrained by my jeans. "Get up," Greg said to Tyler.

Tyler reluctantly broke off the kiss and stood up. "Strip down, bro,"
Greg told him. He turned to me, "You too, Dad." Silently, Tyler let
his pants drop, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. Greg
pulled off his shirt, throwing it in the corner, then pulled off his
pants and jock. The two boys were equally well-endowed, with at least
8.5" inches, and surprisingly thick. Tyler had an obvious tanline, his
firm young buttocks highlighted by the lighter skin. "Stop staring,
and start stripping," Greg told me. Greg was clearly used to taking
charge, and fell naturally into the role of directing all of us
around.

"Yes, boy," I said, emphasizing the "boy." I took off my shirt, and
stepped out of my pants. Just like my two boys, my cock was sticking
straight up, and hard. Tyler moved next to me, his hand dropping down
and grabbing my cock. Greg followed his lead, and soon the three of us
were stroking each other's cocks, and making out in a tangled web of
hands, penises, and tongues.

As the two boys stroked each other and myself, I let my hands explore
their firm cheeks. Greg's crack was still slippery and wet from our
earlier fucking. Tyler's ass was surprisingly smooth, compared to the
thick hair I had twirled around Greg's hole earlier in the day. "Yeah,
I shave it for him," Greg said, noticing my surprise.

"Do you guys only play..." I trailed off, not sure quite exactly what
I was asking. I wasn't sure how to ask them, but finally I just went
for it. "I mean, do you only play with guys?"

"Yeah, mostly," Tyler said. "We've done some threeways with a girl
before."

"Mostly guys," Greg echoed. "Other than Greg, men." He was staring at
me intently, and it was clear what he meant by "men."

Thinking about the two of them making love, one boy's cock buried deep
in the other boy's hole made my cock drip. "Like that idea Daddy?"
Greg asked, noticing my dick leaking. "Like knowing we're fucking each
other every chance we can get?" My cock dribbled even more. "Clean up
our Dad, Tyler," he said to his younger brother.

"Can I Daddy?" Tyler asked me. I nodded, and he dropped to his knees,
and carefully licked off the pre-cum from the tip of my shaft. He
savored the precious liquid, then opened his mouth and took my head in
a single gulp. Even though I had just fucked his brother hours
earlier, I desperately needed another release, but this time I wanted
it to go deep into Tyler. I wanted him to be forever mine.

"Fuck boy, that feels so damn good," I moaned, grabbing the back of
his head. I pulled ever so slightly on his skull. He read my needs,
and swallowed the entire length of my cock. I wasn't as big as him or
his brother, but still a respectable eight inches. He had clearly had
years of experience sucking his brother's cock, and took me to the
base without any trace of hesitation or gag.

"Yeah, take all of our Daddy's cock, bro," Greg said, urging him
on. Greg kneeled down next to Tyler, and started to lick my
balls. Tyler pulled off my cock, and the two of them began to
simultaneously suck my shaft. It was an amazing sight, these two hot
boys sucking on my erection. I held their heads in place, and gently
pistoned in and out, feeling their mouths against my shaft. I couldn't
remember how many times I had jerked off to a video showing two guys
or two girls on a cock, and now it was coming true. Not only was it
two guys, but two brothers. And not only two brothers, but two hot
studs, each egging the other on to get more of my manhood.

"Damn boys, that feels good. But, Tyler," I said, "I need to fuck
you." Watching his pale ass bounce up and down as he sucked me off was
driving me crazy. I wanted to be inside that perfect hole and feel the
warmth of his body against mine.

"Right on. I got the first load, bro. But you're going to get the long
fuck," Greg said. "It's your turn to take the fat daddy dick."  Greg
pulling off my cock, and standing up next to me. Tyler started to suck
me off again, taking the entire length of my shaft into his mouth. He
was clearly happy to have it all to himself again, not having to share
my manhood with his brotherq. Greg and I made out briefly, before he
pulled Tyler off my cock. "I know how much you love to suck cock,
Tyler, but it's time for you to get fucked," he told his little
brother.

Greg pushed me back onto the couch. "Ready, Dad?" he asked me. But I
didn't think I had a choice. He wanted to see his own twin brother
impaled on my cock.

"Fuck yeah, I am," I answered. Greg guided Tyler in front of me, his
ass right on level with my face. Just as perfect as Greg's, it
was smooth and pale, the tan line only acentuating the beautiful
curves. I needed no prompting from Greg, and dove in, spreading the
boy's cheeks. My tongue found his smooth, clean hole and began to dig
in.

Tyler squirmed in pleasure as I rimmed his hole, pushing against me,
trying to get my tongue deeper into his hole. I knew what he needed,
what I needed. But I didn't want to make it too easy for him. I held
back as much as I could, teasing his smooth hole. Every once in a
while, I would run my beard against his hole. I knew how the rough
hair against his sensitive hole would drive him crazy. While eating
out Tyler's hole, Greg produced a bottle of lube. Where he found it, I
didn't know. He sat down in front of me, and started to grease up my
tool.

"Condom?" I asked him, momentarily interrupting my ass-eating.

"No, Dad. You need to breed your boy properly," Greg said. "He needs
your sperm inside of him." I was surprised by his matter-of-fact tone,
but let my cock do my thinking. I didn't protest. If I thought hard
about it, I was happy that he hadn't made me bag my manhood. I wanted
to be completely inside of Tyler, completely connected with him. But I
also wondered how safe these twins were. I knew I wasn't the first man
they had played with, and tried not to think about everyone else I was
effectively sleeping with.

"Please, Daddy, shoot in me," Tyler said. "I need your sperm in me."
His eager tones only confirmed my suspicions about his desires.

"Of course, boy," I answered. Tyler stood up and turned around, facing
me. He straddled me on the couch, my cock slipped between his cheeks
and nestled right up against his soft, warm hole. "You want this?" I
asked him.

"Please. Yes," he said, leaning into kiss me. I could feel more of his
weight resting on my cockhead and I knew it wouldn't take much more
effort before I would just slip into him. "I need this, Daddy."

"I know boy." I rested my hands on his hips, and pushed him
down. Thanks to my spit and the lube Greg had spread on my cock, there
only the slightest bit of resistance from his hole as my cockhead
popped into him. I paused, stopping my penetration and savoring the
warm wetness engulfing my cock. Tyler closed his eyes, and
concentrated on my cock filling his ass. I pulled him closer, giving
him a long, deep kiss.

As we made out, Tyler lowered himself down further, taking more of my
shaft in his body. Feeling myself inside of him was like exploring a
room I had just discovered in my own house. It was both infinitely
familiar and comforting, but also new and exciting. Tyler took the
entire length of my manhood like a seasoned professional, and only
stopped when he hit the base of my cock.

"Fuck yeah, bro," Greg said, staring at my cock disappearing into his
brother's ass. "Take that daddy dick like you were born to do it." We
were still kissing, hearing Greg's words, but lost in our own world. I
wrapped my arms around Tyler, making sure he stayed right on my cock,
but also pulling him closer to me. There was an exquisite feeling of
connection between the two of us. It had been a long time since I had
felt this close to another person, male or female. I tried my best not
to cum right then. I wanted so badly to mark this boy as mine, to
never share him with anyone else.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Hard," Tyler moaned, starting to ride my
cock. The sensation of his hole around my cock filled my world. I
could barely control myself other than bucking my hips to get deeper
into his body. Answering him was simply beyond my capabilities, and I
didn't even try. We continued to kiss, continued to get my cock deep
into Tyler's body, and continued to build a deep connection between
two men. Of course, we were trying to build that much more difficult
and rewarding connection between a older man and a boy right on the
cusp of adulthood.

But that connection was being made. My penis was leaking like a
faucet, starting to mark Tyler as mine. I could feel with each stroke
into Tyler's body how wet and slippery he was becoming. I very soon I
wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, and would have to shoot my
load into my boy. Almost from the first moment I had seen Tyler, I had
thought of him as "my" boy. Finally getting to fuck him was only
soldifying that feeling of connection. The speed of development and
depth of the connection was surprising. It was like we were
pre-destined to be this close. "I want to breed you, my boy," I
said. My balls were pulling up tight, and I knew I was getting
close. "Shoot my load into my boy's hole."

"Please, Daddy. Don't pull out. Shoot your load deep in your boy,"
Tyler answered. "Breed me." The need in Tyler's voice was palpable,
and I physically couldn't deny him what we both wanted and needed so
badly.