Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 09:39:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Godia Forit <godia_forit@yahoo.com>
Subject: Football Twins

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The Twins


I guess I was 13 or 14 when I felt that I might be gay.  When I got
together with other guys to jack off, while they were looking at what ever
porn we had copped, I was looking at their hard dicks.  Listening to their
pants and groans got me closer to cumming than looking at the pictures of
naked girls with their twats hanging open.  Now seeing a big cock pointed
at the opening was something to look at.  I don't think they noticed I
groaned when the pictures had the cocks with the pussies.

When I started high school I wanted to go out for football.  Football is
BIG here in Texas.  The problem was I wasn't big. At 14 I was only 4 foot
11 inches and weighed 95 pounds.  The coach saw how bad I wanted to be part
of the team and talked me into being team manager.  You know what that
means.  I got to pick up the locker room after the team left, do laundry
everyday and hand out towels as the guys left the shower.  I was the
proverbial go-fer.  Anything the coach wanted, I went for.  The coach got
on the guys right from the start when they would rag me about my size.  He
made sure they treated me with respect.  If I saw a guy break a chin strap,
I was right there fixing it for them.  Shoe laces and I was there replacing
it.  It wasn't long and the guys treated me like a team member once they
saw all the things I did for them.

Of course there were advantages to my position.  Do you know every guy has
a different smell?  As they pulled off their uniforms after practice and
games, everything hit the floor.  I would go through and pick everything
up.  I would smell the jersey; if it wasn't bad I hung it up.  If it did
smell I would put it in the laundry cart.  It's funny that some guys had to
be washed everyday and others every other day.  The pants I did only once a
week.  The jock straps I did every day but not before a good sniff.  It got
to where I knew whose were who's just by the smell.  Of course they were
marked so I knew which went where after they were washed.

At the beginning of the 10th grade I was 15 and it was then I met the
twins.  They were 17 and transferred in from west Texas.  One played wide
receiver and the other played defensive back; they didn't want to compete
against each other for the same position.  They were both outstanding
(first team all state) and tried to out play the other twin when they went
head to head in practice.  The coach saw that early and seldom put them
against each other.  He didn't want one of them hurting the other.  Off the
field they were inseparable.  If you saw one the other was right next to
him.  They were best of friends and helped each other in studies or
anything else they did.  Football was the only thing they would try to out
do the other.

It was August and we were in two a days.  It was in the middle of the
second week, after the second practice of the day.  I was standing outside
the shower room handing out towels.  I really didn't have to hand them out,
they were piled on a table and the guys could take one as they left the
shower.  I handed them out because I likes watching the guy horse play in
the shower.  Yes it gave me a hard-on but they couldn't see it through my
jeans and shirt hanging out.  The twins used one shower head for both of
them.  They were washing each others back.  They would even go between the
butt cheeks on each other.  I was watching what he was dong to his twin and
didn't see he was watching me.  When I looked up he just smiled at me.  I
know I turned so red I felt the heat coming off my face.  I put the towels
down and started picking up in the locker room.

After everybody was gone I did the row the twins used.  Did you know
identical twins smell the same?  Well at least their jock straps did.

The next day after practice Andy (one of the twins) asked me if I wanted a
ride home.  I said that would be nice but it takes me a while before I can
go.

He said, "We can wait."

I said, "Well it takes a couple of hours because I have to pick up and do
laundry."

"We can help." he replied.

I didn't hand out towels.  Instead I went right to work picking up and
starting laundry.  I do the jerseys first and while they are drying I do
the jock straps separately.  I use hot water on the jerseys and cold on the
jocks.  Hot water causes the jocks to lose their elasticity.  While the
jerseys are in the drier I wash the jocks.  I don't dry the jocks I hand
them back in the locker and let them dry overnight.

The twins found me as I was hanging the jocks in the owners' locker.  They
started pulling them out of the basket and asking "who's is this".  I
showed them where to find the name and they started helping.

"Jesus Christ! Look at this." Tony said.  He was holding up Charlie
Graysons.  He is our center.  He is the pillar of the offensive line.  At
17 he is 6 foot 8 inches and weighs 305 pounds and says he is just a
growing boy.

The twins thought it was so funny.  They put it on together, one in one leg
and the other on the other side.  The big strap was around both their
waists.

About this time I heard the drier buzz and took the cart to get the
jerseys.  We were finished in an hour and a half.  That was the quickest I
have ever finished.  But then I didn't have time to sniff anything.

They drove an old Impala so I sat in the front between the two of them.

I asked, "Who gets to drive?'

They both said, at the same time like it was one voice, "We take turns."

I really didn't know who drove because I could tell which was which.  I
found out they shared the Impala but that was okay because they went
everywhere together.  They told me about when they went out on dates they
would switch places half way through the date and the girls never knew.

I asked if they ever did that in school.  Again they answered together, all
the time.  One was good in math and science the other in English and
history.  So if they had a test they would switch classes, that is how they
both were A students.  The teachers made it so easy because they didn't
want them in the same period so they "knew" which one was which.

I almost pissed myself laughing so hard.

As we were talking on the way I would tell the driver where to turn to get
to my house.  I lived about 2 1/2 miles from school and usually had to walk
home.  They couldn't believe how far I walked everyday.  I said I had to in
order to be on the team because the school bus left right after school.

In tandem they said, "We'll pick you up and drop you off from now on."

That was starting to get creepy.  Sitting in the middle it was like in
stereo.  I didn't know which one to look at when they talked.

When they dropped me off they said, "Be ready at 6:30. We'll pick you up."

"Why so early?" I asked because practice doesn't start until 7:30.

"We work out before practice."

I don't know why they decided to have me as a friend but I was enjoying it
while it lasted.  I was two years younger, two years behind them in school.
Although I was an 'A' student like them, and we had fun together, once in a
while I wondered why me.

Once school started they still picked me up at 6:30 so they could work out.
I started doing weights with them and toned up pretty good for a little
kid.  The first Friday after school started, after the game, they asked me
if I could sleep over.  I couldn't because I had to do something with my
dad in the morning but the following week I was allowed.

They shared a queen size bed.  They both stripped to their boxers so I did
the same.  As we got in bed, one got in on one side and the other on the
other side.  They put me in the middle.  We were laying there on our backs,
each with their own pillow, for a long time talking.

I asked. "How can I tell you apart?'

They laughed and said, "You can't unless you see our dicks."

Andy went on, "Tony has a mole on his and I don't"

Tony then said, "I don't know why but I'm usually on the right and Andy is
on the left.  We must have been that way before we were born my mom says."

I thought I got to remember that. 'Tony right, Andy left."

We were quiet for about 5 minutes when Tony says, "Shit I have to jack off
or I'll never get to sleep."

With that he pushed his butt up and pulled his boxers down to his knees.
Andy was right behind him.  They both threw the covers down and kicked them
off.  That put me between two hard bodies with boners showing.  Although it
was dark in the room there was enough light coming in from outside I could
see the mole on Tony.  My dick was instantly steel.

"Lose the boxers." they said together.

My heart started pounding so hard I thought it would burst.  I pushed them
down just past my butt and below my balls.  They both grabbed them and
pushed them down to my knees.  I almost came from their hands touching my
legs.

I just held my dick as I watched them make love to their cocks.  You can't
call it jacking off.  They were slow and sensual as they stroked
themselves.  It was 3 or 4 minutes before I became aware enough to start
stroking my own.

Tony's left leg moved on top of my right leg and seconds latter, Andy's
right leg came on top of my left leg as they spread their legs out.  They
both cupped their balls and then tugged on them.  I had never done that but
it looked hot.

As soon as I tried that I started cumming.  Shit did I cum.  The first shot
went over my head, most of it landing on my face.  I whimpered the feeling
was so intense.  Both twins pushed harder on my legs as they arched their
back and shot.  They didn't shoot nearly as hard as I did.  But then they
are probably use to seeing each other jack off and it was a first for me.

When we had all finished and came down from the climax, they both started
wiping cum off themselves with their fingers and licking their fingers
clean.  I think with a few strokes I would have cum again.  I had never
seen or even heard of doing that.  I always had a box of Kleenex by my bed
for cleaning up.  I decided t try it.  I like it so I did the same.

"Do you guys always lick it up?" I asked.

They answered, "Usually off each other but you're in the way."

I had got it off my chest but not my face when Tony leaned in from one side
and Andy from the other and started licking my face.  I----I----I didn't
know what to do or say.  The most I have ever done was jack myself off
while other guys were doing it in the same room.  This was queer stuff.
And I like it.

Their tongues met at my nose.  They started tongue kissing right in front
of my eyes.  I mean they weren't 2 inches from my eyes and were playing tag
with their tongues going in and out of each others mouths.  I moaned.

That got their attention.  They both looked at me.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" came in stereo.

I smiled and said, "I couldn't betray friends."

They fought to kiss me.  They were smothering me with their kisses.  I felt
so good right then I didn't care that I couldn't breathe.

Over the next several weeks I was seduced by them.  First week it was just
the jacking off together.  The second week they had me licking cum off of
them.  The third week I was sucking their dicks.

The third week is when it all fell apart.  When we woke up Saturday morning
they started fooling around.  I was worried someone would catch us.  They
said nobody was home but them.  We had the house to ourselves.

We took our boxers off and was playing grab ass.  We were all hard and it
was fun.  I was half laying on Andy and we started kissing.  While we were
doing a tongue battle he pulled me on top of him.  His legs came up on
either side of me.  I started grinding my dick into him.  He pulled me up
some so my dick was rubbing his stomach and his was pushing into my balls.
Tony got up to do something but I was too engrossed to know what.  Andy
wrapped his legs around my legs and was pushing up into me.  I was
delirious in pleasure.  Tony came back onto the bed but on the other side
of where he normally was.

He lay against us, kissing my arm and shoulder.  He was rubbing my back,
increasing my pleasure.  He rubbed downward, his fingers going into my
crack.  At first he rubbed between my balls and my asshole but after a
while his finger was circling my hole.  His hand left but came back with
something cool and slippery.  It was still all pleasure to me.  I didn't
realize what was about to happen.

His finger went round and round then moved into my hole.  It was
uncomfortable but I was lost in the pleasure I was receiving from his twin.

Tony shifted to lay on my back.  It was then I realized what he was trying
to do.  I tried to get up.  I couldn't.  Between Andy having his legs
wrapped around mine and Tony on top of me, I couldn't move.

I said, "NO!"

"Sorry kid," Andy said, "But I can't stop now.  I need to fuck you bad."

I tried to get away.  I clamped my butt together to try to stop him.

He kept pushing and pushing.  The head of his dick kept prying at my
opening.  The pain was excruciating.

"Please stop." I begged.

He just kept pushing and pushing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!"  The pain I felt when the head finally punched
through was so bad I saw white.  I actually think I blacked out.

Andy said, "Yell as loud as you want.  Nobody can hear you."

Tony said, "Relax, you're too fucking tight.  If you relax it won't hurt as
much."

"No pain, no gain." Andy said, "In a few minutes it will feel SO good."

Tony didn't move.  With his dick head just inside my door he stayed
perfectly still.  I don't see how he did it but he was holding himself up
like doing a pushup.

I released my butt cheeks.  It did change from a pain to a dull ache.  Tony
slowly started going in farther.

"Please stop." I asked, "I don't want to do this."

"I can't." Tony said, "I promise you it will feel good in a little bit."

He moved so slowly that it must have been 10 minutes before I felt his
pubic hair on my ass cheeks.  He pushed past something that made a hot
flash race through every part of my body.  I fell completely relaxed
against Andy.

Tony stayed like that about 5 minutes.  He was kissing my shoulders and
neck.

"Feels" kiss, kiss, "so" kiss, kiss, "good" kiss, kiss.  I could tell Tony
was in ecstasy.

He slowly started pulling out.  Again he hit that spot that made a hot
feeling flow through my body. I got scared when his dick head was
approaching the door.  I knew if he pulled out there would be more intense
pain.  He stopped just as he got to that spot and pushed slowly back in.
He went past the spot that gave me the good feeling.  As he hit bottom I
was already looking forward to him going past that spot again.

He pulled out a little faster, but not much.  As he started back in, my ass
pushed back on its own, wanting to get that feeling again.  Each time he
went in and out, it was a little faster.

After about 5 minutes I realized I was controlling the speed.  I pushed my
ass back as he was coming in and as soon as he bottomed out I started
pulling away from him.  I realized my dick was rubbing Andy pubic hair.  On
one of my trips back, Andy's dick popped up between us.  Now my dick was
rubbing his dick.  Andy started kissing me again.

"OH GAWD, FUCK MMMEEEE!" who in the hell said that.

I blasted so hard in hurt going out my dick.

"He's cumming." said Andy.

"Like I can't tell." Tony said.

Tony pushed so hard into me I think we knocked the wind out of Andy.  He
held it there while I felt his dick expand and hot liquid filling my
insides.  He pumped twice then slammed in again for the second firing.  Two
more pumps and another firing.  I don't know how many times he did that
because I passed out.

When I came to, I was on my back.  It must have been Tony laying beside me
and Andy had my legs back next to my ears and was pounding the shit out of
me.  I didn't care.  I felt good.

After Andy came he rolled over to his side of the bed.  Tony got up and
went over to a video camera they had on a tripod.  I fell asleep.