Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 18:40:14 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Watcher and The Watched

The usual denials apply here. I don't know anyone like this, have never
seen this happen, although I wish. It's only a story. And one that even I
have to admit, is an interesting concept with some interesting twists.
N-Joi



Having put on a little more weight than I liked, at thirty one years old,
and having little time to do any sort of formal workout due to long work
hours, I decided to start walking in the morning. Since I'm an early riser
and my energy levels are much higher in the morning, it seemed a logical
and immediate solution.


Early riser means that oftentimes I was awake as early as five a.m. and so
that's when I would walk. I had a basic route that was about a mile long,
but could easily be made longer or shorter simply by adding or deleting a
block or two. About halfway through the route, the street that I started my
walk on ended, taking a ninety degree right hand turn that would head me
back toward home, after another right hand turn a few blocks away.  On that
corner lot sat a large home, situated sort of catty corner in the lot. If
you think of the two streets that made up the corner and envision them as
the head of a pointing arrow, then the house would be the stem of the
arrow, situated on the lot so that neither side of the large two story home
was parallel to either street but sort or perpendicular to both. Make
sense?

The end of the home nearest the apex of the streets was a single story,
similar to a garage, which it may have been at one time. Currently it had
windows all along the side, the center being only about twelve to fifteen
feet from the low hedge that bordered the property and slightly above it
with an elevation of perhaps four feet. The ends of the oblong room were of
course closer to the hedge so that, in a way, that part of the house made a
sort of cross bar to the streets, not unlike a capital A. The main part of
the house rose above the room, similar to a garage, to second story height
and there were no windows, so that in effect, that corner of the property
and the street was a blind spot, visible only from the windows of that
room. Also in that apex was a huge tree whose leaf filled branches rose
above the home, reaching out to cover the room as well as the sidewalk
where I stood and part of the street.

The property across the street from the house, on both streets, for at
least three hundred feet, was wooded and protected by a high chain link
fence with signs every twenty feet or so declaring it government property
no trespassing. And, amazingly enough, there were no street lights right
there. In essence the house sat mostly alone in the dark as well as empty
for at least two months that I was aware of.

It was with some surprise one morning that I discovered that someone was
moving in, or so I assumed. I figured that the U-Haul, a family van, and a
Volvo wagon were sort of a give away. So I watched for changes every
morning on my walk rather like you do when a building is being erected
along your way to work. I was surprised about a week or so later when I
discovered lights on in the room at the end of the house. I could see that
blinds, or curtains hung in the windows, coming down about half way so that
I could actually see partially into the room. What I saw was mostly carpet,
about ten feet into the room. At the close end, that is the end I came to
first in my walk, a sofa rested against the wall, one end toward the
windows and the other hidden by the blinds as it extended toward the
opposite wall.  Underneath a front window at the far end was an arm chair
and that was the extent of furniture, at least from that my point of view.

I thought nothing of the situation as I strode past, barely paying
attention to the lighted room. There were no lights for the next 2 days and
on the third the lights were on again. This time I saw bare feet and legs
up to just below the knees, the rest of the body still being hidden by the
blinds. The legs appeared smooth from where I was and judging from their
size I guessed they belonged to a woman unless it was a younger boy whose
leg hairs were much lighter in color. The fact that the body was moving in
a sort of dance step, something preset, I assumed it was the lady of the
house working out.  The next morning was more of the same, then no lights
for two days.

After that the lights were on again and this time my dancer, for that's how
I chose to think of her, was a little closer to the window so I saw knees
and a few inches of the legs of a garment that looked like shorts or
possibly even boxers. The feet and legs continued to move, mostly from side
to side, although they did turn as well so that they were facing me or
another direction. Eventually, not that day, I was given a view of more of
the garment, and what looked like a slender butt. Although the waistband of
the garment was still hidden, it looked like the butt was a nice one,
moving away from the small of the back into very delicious orbs. Also, the
additional view of the clothing really gave me the impression of being
men's boxers which started me reassessing what I had surmised as being the
sex of my dancer. Still I didn't linger, although I must admit I slowed my
walk considerably when I passed the house.

The color of the boxers changed from day to day but the body inside of them
appeared to be the same one, leading me to believe that it was the same
person I was seeing. Finally, about a month after this began, I was given a
back view that included the whole undergarment and about half way up the
back. The waist was narrow, the back appearing to be unmuscled, that is,
undeveloped Also with this viewing I was given a partial turn, not enough
to see the front but enough to confirm my suspicions of what appeared to be
a fairly delicious butt.  It was also about this time that the movements
began to take on a more erotic nature, slow undulations where the lower
body moved from side to side in a slow sensuous manner. As the days moved
on from there, it seemed like my dancer was showing me more and more of
his/her front, but not yet full on. The side view though showed me a taut
flat belly and the cloth at the front of the undergarment indicated the
probability of a male but because of the looseness of the fabric it was
still difficult to tell, keeping the question of the sex of my dancer still
floating around in my head.

I finally got a full frontal view and at that point, combined with I'd seen
so far made me pretty sure I was dealing with a teenage boy, probably
thirteen or fourteen years old given the smoothness of the skin. I didn't
see the chest but damned near and what I did see was definitely flat in the
abdomen, what looked like and "outtie" belly button at the center of the
pale flesh. The day after that was when the touching began.

That morning the dancer's hands became involved, gently and slowly rubbing
up and down on the tummy, fingers exploring into the top part of the waist
band, in the same teasing way that a stripper might. In the beginning I
kept on walking but as my dancer became more sensual I lingered for a short
bit of time, going through some side stretches and other things that might
seem natural to a passing citizen. Of course no one could see me and there
were no cars or other people on those streets at that time of the morning.

Finally, on a Wednesday morning things really heated up. As I approached
the house it was as though my dancer knew I was there. I watched as the
body moved closer to the window than before. The slow undulation and
exploration of fingers went beyond what we had experienced before. The
fingers and hands went down inside the plaid boxers and rubbed up and down,
as though rubbing on a cunt or along side cock and balls. The wrists moved
outward as the dancer fondled the flesh, almost giving me a fuzz shot. They
then slipped slowly out of the boxers and rubbed on the front and as the
dancer turned sideways, the fingers grasped onto the fabric in such a way
that I could clearly see that it was a boy, or a very smooth man. Either
way, the cloth was sticking out a good six inches, showing me that he was
hard as stone. He then began undulating forward and back, a hand on the
cock outside the underwear and basically fucking his fist. His other hand
slid behind him and down inside the boxers and began rubbing his butt,
pulling the fabric down far enough that I could actually see the beginning
of his butt crack.

My own cock was rock ass fucking hard. I reached inside and slowly stroked
myself as I watched the boy slowly and sensually work his body for me. He
stopped suddenly and stood there, hands apparently in the air, his hard
cock still quite obvious, and then turned and left the room, or at least
left my sight, and the light went off. I went straight home, peeled my
clothes and jacked off, my cumming as powerful as any I'd had in ages.

In the afterglow, lying on my bed, I thought about what was happening and I
was almost totally convinced that the boy knew I would be there at a
certain time every morning and he would be there to join me, to provide me
with a show. I was very curious where it was going to lead, would he
actually show himself to me, and what's more, would he give himself
physical release as I watched on. I was tempted to drive by the house some
morning just to see what would happen, would he be there or not. I also
thought about driving by in the day time to see who might live there, to
try to give a face to my erotic young dancer. I elected not to do either
one, preferring the game of anonymity, not wanting to spoil the show for
the boy or myself. I felt if he wanted me to see what he looked like he'd
show himself. I was also glad that my dancer turned out to be a boy. I
dearly loved young teenage boys, found them extremely fun, adventurous and
sexy and being able to jack off to him only made things better for me.

The next morning when I got there, the boy was back to the window and
already in motion and as I approached he pulled the back of the boxers
down, showing me his entire butt. It was slender and pale, the twin orbs to
die for, pushing out and away from his smooth slender body. He rubbed his
ass seductively, squeezing the cheeks and gently pulling them apart, almost
revealing his asshole to me. Slowly, he turned sideways and I thought I was
finally going to see his cock but that didn't happen. He'd pulled the
boxers down but allowed them to get caught on his hard cock, keeping his
young flesh hidden from view. I did get a great profile of his taut belly
as it sloped gently into his pubic bone and a full front of shot of his
pubic hair, a neat, downy looking medium brown patch that was restricted
mostly to the base of his cock. I also saw the base of his boyhood pride
and joy but that's all.  Once gain I was rock hard. I shoved my hand down
the front of my pants and stroked my own rigid dick. The boy then turned
again, facing the other wall and slowly pulled his boxers all the way off,
bending over slightly as he did. The lights dimmed low and I could barely
make the boy out when all of a sudden he was turned and pressed into the
window, his upper body hidden by the blinds, his arms out wide above his
head and his legs slightly spread. Because of the dark I had to strain to
really see anything but it appeared that he'd pressed his hard cock against
the glass and was sort of grinding against it, rubbing his hard cock into
it. I leaned as far forward as I could to try and make out the size of his
boyhood and then, all of a sudden he was gone.

I jogged home this time, ripped my clothes off and jacked off in the middle
of the living room, my sperm blasting out on to the carpet, my legs so weak
as I came that I thought I'd fall down. I tried to envision the cock
against the window but it was very difficult, there just wasn't enough
light. I knew then though that this boy was going to go all the way and it
would be soon.

The next morning I was on station at the usual time. Nothing. No lights, no
boy. I made a show of walking across the street to take a leak against the
fence, killing time, in the event that my dancer had slept in but it was to
no avail. After stalling for a good five minutes by stretching, tying my
shoes and taking them off to pour out a troublesome rock (non existent of
course) I finally walked away, wondering what had happened.

The next day was the same as was the day after that. On the fourth day the
lights were on low but my dancer wasn't there. It was as if he was trying
to build suspense and if that was his intention he was certainly doing a
fine fucking job. My cock was practically hard when I walked out my front
door and by the time I got to the house over a half mile away it was almost
throbbing in my walking shorts. I'd actually considered not wearing
underwear but I knew that my seven inch hard cock would stick out a mile
and even though there was no one to see really, it still didn't want to
chance it.

Finally on the fifth day he was there. He was facing the window this time,
dark green boxers on, and doing his slow undulating dance for me. As he
walked closer to the window he pulled one leg of the fabric up and to one
side, exposing his balls to me. He let them hang there, what appeared to be
a smooth bag of medium sized eggs.  While one hand held the fabric out of
the way, the other was rubbing on the thigh next to his nuts, the fingers
grazing the bag and moving it about then actually rubbing them, tugging at
them and squeezing them. As I watched, he let go of the underwear then
slowly and very sensually lowered the waistband down over his cock.  He
bent over slightly to get them off, his body posture mostly obscuring his
dick but once done, he stood before me, fully naked and proud.

I was in love. His cock looked to be at least six inches long, the smooth
head fully exposed. His sperm makers hung below his rock hard dick, one
only slightly lower than the other in their baby skin smooth sac. The patch
of dark blonde pubic hair made a nice nest at the base of his cock , about
three to four inches wide with a nice firm line, not straggly like it would
become as he became older. He turned slowly for me, giving me a side view
of his boy cock jutting out from his slender body and almost pointing
straight up. His ass was so inviting that I felt my cock throb in my shorts
as I watched him turn. When he was faced completely away from me, he walked
away and the light went off. Once again I jogged home. Notice how the show
was giving me even better exercise. I never had any intention of jogging,
although I was getting good at doing a steady half mile. Now I had a
perfect vision to jack off too, the slender rock hard cock in all its
glory, the delectable teenage balls, all of him a perfect picture to squirt
my sperm to, and boy did I fucking squirt.

The next few days were very similar. As I approached the corner he came
closer to the window. He slowly and sexily removed his boxers then played
with his body, rubbing, stroking, tugging, squeezing. The blinds were
higher now so that his small brown nipples became part of the show, being
rubbed and tweaked. I reveled in his body, so slim, and fine and that
wonderful young cock sticking out, the deliciously firm not quite bubble
butt orbs of his boy-ish ass. At one point he began stroking his cock and
rubbing his nipples, his balls bouncing in time with his stroking but he
stopped short, not bringing himself to climax. He turned, walked out of my
sight and the lights went out and didn't come back on for six days.

During the hiatus from the show I gave my boy a great deal of thought. I
gave thought to myself as well. I had gotten into the voyeurism, something
I'd never considered beyond what most of us normally do.  I wondered about
the boy's exhibitionism as well. What drove him to perform for me? Although
I felt that his show was for me alone, did he do it for others as well? Was
this his first time or had he performed for others at a different time?
Where would I like to see this lead? Would I be happy just being the
watcher or did I want to be a participator? What did the boy want or might
he eventually want? As I said, I loved boys and being sexually active with
them was a favorite stroke fantasy for me, one that had came to life only a
very few times in my thirty one year years of life.

On the seventh day the lights were back on but no boy. I hung around but
after five minutes continued my walk.  The next day he was standing next to
the sofa, only about eight feet from where I stood watching, sensually
rubbing the front of his boxers in a manner that clearly showed that he was
young boy hard. I watched as he slowly pulled the boxers down under his
cock and balls then allowed the garment to fall to the ground. I watched as
he rubbed and stroked lovingly on his flesh, legs spread so that he could
easily access teenage balls.  He then sat on the sofa then slouched down so
that his butt was almost at the edge, his legs stretched out in front of
him. It was then I knew for sure that he was playing to me, for the boy
wore a monster mask, a Halloween type of thing that covered his entire
head.

He began stroking his rock hard cock with his right hand so as not to
obstruct my view of him, his left hand lying at his side. He worked himself
slowly and lovingly, almost like an adult who knows his body well, knows
what he likes, and how to prolong the feelings before unleashing the juice
of his balls.

The boy stroked on, picking up speed, his smooth young bouncing in tandem
with his stokes. I could see his belly flex with the convulsion so typical
of masturbation coupled with impending release and I knew he was close. I
couldn't stand the confinement any longer and, looking around to be sure I
was unseen, I pulled my stone hard dick and began jacking off along with
the boy. I saw him put on a burst of speed for just a moment then slow way
down and then his boy cock erupted. I could see very clearly his young
sperm shoot out from his slit and land on the flat belly that was almost
heaving. I let myself go, reaching my own sperming and as my cum flew out
into the bushes I watched the boy's cock let fly with two more squirts of
his adolescent nectar before slowing to a dribble that oozed out over his
thumb, coaxed on by the slow milking of his cock. My own cock and its five
fingered lover had reached a similar state and I as I watched, the boy let
go of his cock. I could actually see it pulsing with each beat of his
tender heart as he let his fingers play in his sperm, rubbing it around on
his torso while his head relaxed against the back of the sofa. And the
lights went out.

I thought about that last part as I walked home, the lights going out. It
lent credence to a thought that I'd entertained about the boy having a
willing partner, perhaps a sibling or friend. It would explain the boy's
ability to know when I was there. Of course there are such things as
remote's that could explain the lights. I supposed too that he could be
standing outside under the tree and watching the street for me before
running inside to start his show. I didn't dwell on that thought though
because another more significant, at least to me, thought entered my mind.

I'd cum along with my young lover, spilling our juices together like any
lovers might. I now felt a more intense bond with the boy and wondered if
he felt the same way.

The next morning was a repeat of the day before with one major exception.
After we had both cum, the boy's orgasm more intense than yesterday's, and
after rubbing his sperm around, he took a finger tip of the white goo and
put it to the mouth hole of his mask then into his mouth and sucked it
off. And then he did an amazing thing. After removing his finger, his head
which had been relaxing on the sofa back, lolled to one side, my side, and
since we were so close, I could see that he was looking right at me. The
mouth hole of the mask was actually quite large so I could see the boy's
mouth. I watched as he offered me an easy contented sort of smile.  And the
lights slowly faded out, the boy still looking directly at me.

I pondered that as I walked home. So now we both knew what was happening,
both knew of the other's existence and knew without a doubt that the boy
was playing to me. He knew I was there, expected me to be there and
purposely exposed himself to me and likely had done so from the very
beginning. I was also pretty sure he had a helper. My cock stayed hard all
the way home which necessitated my jacking off again, the second time in
less than half an hour.

There were no lights and no boy for the next few days and it was then that
I figured out that there seemed to be a sort of pattern. After the lights
had been off for a period of time, when they went back on, the boy's
behavior had escalated, he would take things to the next level, take more
risk. It was as though he planned and practiced before for the next step
and I wondered then what the next step was going to be, if in fact my
theory was more than theory.

When the lights came back on a few days later it was weird. It was dark
when I reached the edge of the property and as I progressed toward the
center, the apex of the streets, the light slowly became brighter. At the
exact center, laying on the hedge was a large piece of white paper, stuck
in place by a twig sticking through the top.  In bold print that covered
most of the page were the words,

For the watcher, and in smaller print below that, read the other side.

I pulled the paper loose and turned slightly in order to use the light from
the room to read.

A voice will speak. Do not move.  How very strange I thought to myself just
before a voice spoke.

It was metallic, small, the receiving unit probably a hand held walkie
talkie that kids use, and it came from inside the hedge. It was, as though
the speaker were whispering, probably so not to grab the attention of
anyone in the house or possibly on the street. As the voice began, the boy
appeared in the window facing me, naked, his fully hard cock jutting out in
front of him.

"He is beautiful isn't he? See how his cock throbs for you as his balls are
making up a new batch of sperms just for you." The hands appeared, slowly
rubbing and tweaking as they snaked downward toward the rampant boyhood.

"We like performing for you, showing you our hard cocks, making our sperms
squirt out for you."

So, I thought to myself as his hand grasped onto the six inches of boy
dick, there are two of them, they know I'm here for them and they do it on
purpose.  The boy slowly stroked on his cock, holding it upright and using
the young boy method of thumb and forefinger only, allowing me to see most
of his cock and to watch his smooth balls move gently with each stroke.

"Take your cock out, jack off with my brother. He wants to see your sperms,
just as you see his." The blinds moved and the boy ducked his head under
them and stood fully upright between them and the pane of glass. He had the
same mask as the day before, the eyes clear and intense.

"We need to see your big cock, your big fat man balls and your sperms, just
like you have seen ours."  I pulled the front of my shorts down allowing my
hunk of hard dick free to the cool morning air.

"Oh my what a big cock you have. Pull your shorts down further so we can
see your big balls." I did as I was told, wondering where in the hell the
other kid was since the one in the window wasn't doing the talking. I
started to look around.

"NO! Do not look to find me. If you do the show will be over and will never
be again." Even though it was sharp, the voice remained calm. "Keep your
eyes on my brother, he wants to make love for you. He wants you to make
love for him, to squirt out your sperms just as he will for you. He is
close to his sperming, are you close to yours. He wants you to squirt out
your man sperms at the same time he squirts out his fresh warm boy
sperms. He is so close, watch his belly muscles." It was true what the
voice said. I watched the flexing of the boy's stomach muscles as his
stroking picked up speed.

"Hurry, he is almost there, you must sperm with him." I jacked furiously on
my cock bringing myself to the edge and when I saw the boy's cum splatter
on the window it took my own release to its peak. I groaned out as my cock
unleashed a torrent of sperm and jet after jet of ropey cum flew out onto
the hedge.

"Oh yes, you make lots of sperms. We knew you would. Your man balls are so
big they have to make so much sperms for you.  See how my brother's cock
keeps spitting at the window. He likes making love with you."

The boy had moved his cock slightly so that each jet landed next to the
other and soon there were four thin trails as the liquid slowly started
oozing down the expanse of glass. Things were quiet. Both myself and the
boy slowed our strokes and finally stopped, our cocks both pulsing with our
beating hearts.

"We like doing things with you," the voice began. "We even think that we
might want to do things with you, to have you touch our cocks, to let us
touch yours. But we haven't decided. It's a big step for us to allow you to
see us and to know us. We will think about it and we will talk about it.
Until then you must not try to see who we are. You must not try to meet us
in any way. Nod your head if you understand."

I nodded my head and the metallic voice continued.

"That is a good thing. We will keep on performing for you. If you want to
shoot your sperms out when you watch us, that is good because it makes us
feel closer to you. No one can see you, we made sure of that. You are the
only one who can see us, we made sure of that also. Come back in four
days. We will show you something new." The voice said no more and after
about a minutes the lights blinked out and I headed home, my head burning
with questions and other thoughts.

The next three days I waited with rapt anticipation. I changed my course so
as to not even go by the house, just in case. I didn't even jack off those
four days but on that fourth day I woke up with a hard on which was still
there after I pissed. For the first time I went out without underwear
beneath my walking shorts although I wore a t-shirt that was extra long and
had a towel around my neck in case I needed to have something to casually
draped across my front. I was sure that the boys had something interesting
planned. How could they not have.  We'd communicated with each other,
albeit they or he, did a majority of the communication. I watched him, or
possible them if what the speaker said was correct, stroke his young cock
to orgasm, allowing me to watch that most intimate of acts, the release of
one's sperm.

And then it hit me. Twins. They had to be twins. I'd seen what, a dozen
episodes or more of nudity, full frontal at that. I'd seen the cock from a
fairly close proximity any number of times. And I'd witnessed three or four
cum shots. At no time before, or then as I thought about it, did I ever
notice any difference in their bodies, their cocks not withstanding,
although they had been standing. My bad, my pun.

But seriously. I was paying attention and always thought of my dancer as
one boy, never a thought entered my mind that there might be two of
them. At least not until three days before when one talked to me. And he
kept saying my brother and we. We like performing for you, we like looking
at you. That they were twins answered a hell of a lot of questions. And
opened up a hell of a lot more jack off fantasies for me.

I approached the house with more butterflies in my belly than inhabit the
Amazon and they were all fighting to get out.  I stopped my usual
place. The lights were off but as soon as I stopped the quiet metallic
voice welcomed me.

"Good, you are here. We can begin. We have been waiting patiently for
you. We imagine that you think that you have figured something out about
us. We would say to you, not everything is as it seems. Just when the
magician has you believing in one thing, something else comes along and
surprises you."

Slowly the light came up on the center window, the only one with a blind
open, the others totally blocked out by fully closed blinds. What I saw was
a slender and fully naked boys butt. The boy was standing with his back to
me, legs opened about three feet apart. He was fairly close to the window
so I could only see about six inches above his slender waist. Both hands
went to his ass and began rubbing the mounds of flesh, kneading them,
pulling them open and closed slightly. He turned to face me, showing me his
full on hard young cock which he stroked with tender loving care while the
other hand rubbed and pulled on his balls. Then he turned around.  Nothing
happened for a moment the I saw feet sliding into view on the floor between
the boy's legs. More and more of a body came into view until I saw balls
and then another cock. The genitals looked identical to the boy who was
still standing. I could tell no difference at all, right down to the size
and design of the pubic patches.  Of course the new boy's cock was rock
hard, pointing toward the boy's head and at least two inches off of his
flat tummy. He kept sliding until I saw his belly button then the standing
boy got to his knees, straddling the chest of the other boy. He was
kneeling upright and I could tell that the motion was designed to give me
maximum viewing abilities yet protect their faces.

The kneeling boy then leaned forward and I assume that he was offering his
cock for his brother to suckle. He was in such a position that I could
easily see his smooth soft balls hanging between his legs. The boy on the
floor reached around and grasped onto his brothers butt and began squeezing
the cheeks then pulling them open and allowing me to actually see his
brothers tight little asshole, a wrinkled brownish pink muscle, without a
hair in sight.

I pulled the front of my shorts down and grasped onto my cock and slowly
stroked it as the kneeling boy moved upright again then slid farther along
the laying boy's body until his asshole was directly over the other boy's
face. He leaned forward slightly and reached behind himself and grabbed
onto a cheek while the lying boy grabbed the other cheek and they pulled
them open. The boy on the floor moved downward slightly so that I could see
his chin and mouth and then he started licking the other boy's
asshole. They had positioned themselves so that I could actually see the
tongue touch the asshole and lick it. The boy licking had grasped onto his
own cock and was jacking off as he rimmed his brother's asshole.

"It that hot for you?" The metallic voice whispered. "Do you like watching
a boy eat his brother's tight asshole.  Would you like to be the one
licking my brothers asshole? It feels so good you know, having my asshole
licked.  Stroke on your big fat man's cock. Dream about having your lips on
one of these hard cocks, your tongue stuffed up inside a cute boy's
asshole"

The boys moved again, the bottom boy sliding back toward where he came from
but only long enough for the kneeling boy to turn and face my direction
allowing me to see his stiffened young dick. Once in place the other boy
shuffled back down until he was under the boy once again. From that
position I could see both boys cocks and balls and I swear to all that's
holy I could not tell the difference between them. Both boys began stroking
their cocks, slowly at first then picking up speed while the bottom boy
licked at his brother's hole. Both sets of balls were bouncing along with
the cock stroking, churning up a vat of sperm and getting ready to release
it into the air.

"uuungggghhhm, mmmmmm," I heard from the little speaker. I could hear the
heavy breathing that happens with sex then whispered, "Oh yes," "oh fuck,"
oh God." I stroked even faster, spurned on by the fact that I had been let
in even closer, to hear the boys verbalize their extacy. And then,

"I'm cuuuuuming," a voice whispered, barely audible.

"Oh fuck me tooooooo," yet another voice said quietly.

Well I was right on their tails cause knowing what they were feeling, that
they were gonna blow their young loads took me to the edge. We all came
together. The bottom boy's cum shot out onto his belly as did the kneeling
boy, his sperm landing in about the same place as his brother's, the twins
liquid mixing together on one brother's heaving and flexing tummy. Of
course my own cum went into the bushes about where the last batch had gone.

Things finally slowed down then stopped. The boy on the floor began moving
backwards out of my view and once it was determined he was safe the other
boy stood up. The lights dimmed but didn't go off. The blind was raised a
little further and one of the boys walked to the window and stood facing
me, all but his head visible. As the light dimmed out another light that
was apparently at his feet slowly came on, highlighting the boy's torso.  A
second boy came and stood next to the first, and grasped onto his brother's
hand. They stood there a moment, holding hands, allowing me to see their
bodies, both cocks still at half mast, sperm slowly running down into one
boy's pubic bush. Their other hands were at their sides. We stayed like
that for a moment and once again I was amazed at how identical their bodies
seemed.

"Remember," the metallic voice said quietly, "Nothing is as it seems."

From the side another boy side stepped into the picture and grasped onto
the hand of the boy he was next to. He was identical to the other two boys,
there were no differences that I could see from twelve feet away.

Fucking A Jesus jumping Christ. They weren't twins. They were fucking
triplets. I was watching triplets. I continued to look, trying to discern
some difference in their bodies, my cock hanging out in the breeze dripping
sperm to the ground. I could still not see a single difference between
them. They were fucking identical.

 I could see something in the last boy's hand, a hand that went up and out
of view.

"Go home now our friend. Come back in five days."

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This story was inspired by the fact that I do walk in the early
morning. There are always people up at that time, usually the same ones,
usually retired persons, watering a garden before the heat of the day,
watching the news or whatever. I got to wondering what it would be like if
something like this story were to actually take place.  Not twins
necessarily or, god forbid triplets, but a person of any age, who decided
to put on a show.  And so, here you have a story.