Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 14:53:00 -0700 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: dorm-twins-1 Dorm Twins: Part 1 ================== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Ribedeo to Universidad ---------------------- As I sat on the plane to the United States. I sat gently in my seat, my butt sore from a whipping my papa had delivered just a day or two earlier when I had made the mistake of arguing about going to the United States for University. The train ride from the Northwest coast of Spain to Madrid had seemed twice as long as necessary. I tried to distract myself by reviewing the "orientation" material the University had sent me. The last page caught my attention, it was from the housing office. The tardiness of international mail delivery had left me with my last choice for housing: a triple. The worst part of it, the room was a former "senior" double. Meaning that they had taken what used to be a nice two person suite with two bedrooms off a common living room and stuck a third bed in the "den". I shoved the paperwork back into my bag as the train pulled into Chamartin. I disembarked and switched to the Metro to reach Barajas Airport. At the airport, I presented my United States passport--my mother was an American and I was born in the states when my father worked as a diplomat in Washington--and ticket. Then, after checking my suitcases and found that I still had an hour till my flight departed. I sat in the departure lounge and finished reading the housing forms and I noticed something that caught my eye, both of my roommates shared the same last name: Thompson. Certain sexy fantasies came to mind and I felt my cock stir in my pants then I heard my flight being called for boarding. Arrival ------- At the airport, I realized that I hadn't converted any pesetas. I opened my wallet for the first time since leaving home, my dad had slipped ten one-hundred dollar bills into my wallet. Feeling suddenly wealthy, I decided to take a taxi to the University. It was already around 1800 by the time the taxi arrived at the dorm and most of the "welcome" activities seemed to have wound down. At the dorm a perky female "RA" named Britany introduced herself and then handed me a key and pointed me down the hall to a staircase. "Up two floors to the top and down at the end of the hall," she said turning away from me. A handsome, but short, young man intercepted me at the base of the staircase. Well, actually we nearly collided, me looking down to try to hold my suitcases and him running down. "Sorry," he muttered, "Gerhard." "Rafael Paz," I responded and stuck out my hand to shake. "Necessita ayuda," Gerhard inquired. "Por favor," I responded. With that, the young German exchange student picked up one of my suitcases. "Drei hundert ein," I said, switching to German briefly to give out my room number, 301. As we climbed the stairs of the dorm we traded snippets about one another switching liberally between Spanish, English and German, but mostly German. Gerhard was a first year student, like me, but from Munich. He was training to be a physicist and had wanted to work with one of the famous professors here who had receive a Nobel prize. Me, I wanted to be an "artista" or artist. At the top floor he mentioned that I was probably going to be stuck with the middle room arriving so late in the day. It turned out that he was at the complete other end of the floor: 324. Gerhard guided me down the passage carrying my heavier suitcase like it was nothing. I took the opportunity to walk behind him and check out his taught, muscular frame at 172 cm (~5' 8") and probably only 60 kg (~130-140 lbs), with quite the hot ass. Before we knocked on my new room, Gerhard quipped in German, "Bis spater" (until later), but something about how he said it caught my attention and then I saw him checking me out as he walked away. I'm about 185 cm (~6') and about 80 kg (~175 lbs) with black hair and blue eyes. "Hasta mas adelante," I quipped back somewhat flirtatiously. I considered knocking and then decided to just use the key to open the door to my new home for the next nine months. Thompson Twins -------------- The center room was mostly empty, but the doors to the two side bedrooms were open and a stereo was playing in the center room, where I was clearly going to be staying. To my left I saw two gorgeous, identical young men staring back at me. They looked up and approached me. Each was wearing a tight athletic tank top with school colors and tight shorts. The package was quite appealing and I struggled to keep my cock inside my pants. "Kyle," said the twin on the left and then "Lane" said the one on the right. I stared for a minute trying to find something different about one or the other to latch onto. They started to laugh. "Don't worry," Kyle finally chimed in after about two minutes of awkward silence, "after a few months you'll get the hang of it. You must be Rafael, right?" "Si," I said lost in Spanish, "I mean yes." They were simply gorgeous. "Want to get some food, we were going to join the rest of the football team," Lane offered. "Maybe another night," I said, "I'm not really hungry right now and I want to unpack." "Hope you don't mind the middle room," Kyle said as the two left--leaving the stereo on. I muttered to myself about no privacy and then thought about how hunky and muscular the two twins were. I figured somewhere it might balance itself out. I turned their stereo off and opened my suitcase to find some sheets to make the bed with. A small wardrobe in the main room was my only really private space so I put my clothes away there and took out my dictionaries and art books and placed them on my desk. Against all better judgment, I decided to check out the twins' rooms to see what they had. Each had a fancy PowerBook G4 Titanium laptop from Apple and lots of athletic equipment and clothing. By nine o'clock, I realized I was exhausted and decided to take a shower. My floor it turned out was coed and the bathrooms were coed as well. A shame if you asked me. In the bathroom, I met several scantily clad female first year students. They seemed to swoon over my Spanish accent. I showered and shaved and when I returned to my room--still in my towel, I found my twin roommates with four other members of the football team sitting in "my" room. One of the twins, quickly offered, "Oh just change in our room." I grabbed some clothing and headed to one of their rooms, Kyle's, I think. When I emerged ten minutes later, the crowd had dispersed, but Lane (?) was laying on my bed still--quite sexy sight--and Kyle (?) was at my desk. We talked a bit about courses, they were on athletic scholarships and had to maintain a B or better average, but got a waiver first semester to take only four courses. They were (of course) planning to take everything together. I decided despite my ass tanning to still take two arts courses (drawing and photography) along with the mandatory "exchange student"/ESL version of the English Writing Requirement and Advanced Calculus for my quant requirement which left one open course. Listening to them, I resolved to share a course with the handsome twins and take "Philosophy", it was supposed to be a "cakewalk" course. I also--not very reluctantly--agreed to help them with Introduction to Calculus. Tired from my flight, I asked Lane--actually Kyle--to get up and then ended up helping him get righted by sticking out my hand and pulling him up. With both of us being 6', Kyle's eyes locked with mine briefly and then he headed into his room. Sleep ----- With two hot twins on either side of me--with the doors closed but ready to spring open at a moments notice, I could hardly jerk off. Which was frustrating since I very badly wanted to. Sleep overcame my frustration and I passed out soundly not waking up at all to anything from the twins. I woke up around 4AM, my body jet lagged and confused. I decided that it was unlikely that either twin would get up at this hour and took the opportunity to whip out my 20 cm (~ 7 3/4") cock and began to stroke it. After just a few seconds it was rock hard and I found myself imagining several naughty scenarios involving my twin roommates. Them sucking my cock simultaneously. Me fucking one while the other fucked me. Me dominating them. *oooooOOOOH* I shot my load after about 10 minutes. Day 1 ----- I figured my new German buddy might be awake and so I got dressed and headed down the hall with my backpack filled with a sketch pad, some art pencils, my trusty Nikon 2000 SLR camera, and a regular pad. I did not have to even knock on Gerhard's door as he was sitting in the central lounge area reading a French book, "Les Etoiles froides" byÊMichel del Castillo. He seemed distinctly pleased to see me and when I suggested breakfast he eagerly agreed and put his novel away. On the way to the nearest dining hall, we chatted in a mixture of English, Spanish and German and then settled on Spanish by the time we made our way through the dining hall lines. Gerhard had been fascinated by languages as a child and his parents encouraged him to learn most of the continental (European) languages. It turned out that he and I would be sharing two courses, Advanced Calculus and the ESL Freshman Writing Course. We lingered over breakfast talking about our childhoods and our backgrounds. My father would have probably beaten me to a pulp for speaking so much Spanish. Gerhard explained that he had not lived with his parents for several years and that for about five years--since he was thirteen--he had lived with a "friend" named Kurt. We lingered till around eight o'clock when the bookstore was to open and I noticed my hunky roommates sitting down with the rest of the football team as we were leaving. Gerhard must have noticed too as he remarked, "Atractivo, no?" "Si," I responded giggling. I guess I was "out" as Americans like to call it. But Gerhard followed up in German saying he was gay too and Kurt was his lover. I started to speak but Gerhard said, "Later," quite firmly and we walked to the bookstore. At the bookstore we both spent a small fortune buying the required textbooks and materials for our respective courses. I suggested stopping back at the dorm to drop off the heavy materials before our ten o'clock Writing class. We walked up the West staircase and I dropped my purchases on my bed then we went down to the East end and found Gerhard's roommates were gone and we had thirty minutes. We shut the door. Gerhard was on his knees whipping my 20 cm shaft out of my pants before I could say a word. Clearly a well versed eighteen year old cock sucker, I let the young German suck me off working my cock in and out of his mouth a bit as well. I also purposely took my time holding back for about twenty minutes before unleashing a torrent of cum into his waiting mouth. Gerhard quickly put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. He stood up and we kissed warmly. I could taste my cum. We quickly headed for our English class managing to arrive just as the class was getting underway. I found it hard to concentrate in English class, but managed to say my name and home city without blurting out that I had just had a blowjob in the dorms from my buddy Gerhard. After class, Gerhard and I walked over to one of the science buildings for Advanced Calculus. He explained on the way that Kurt and he had been together for five years and there were rules: (1) no heavy kissing/etc.; (2) give blow jobs only; (3) no falling in love. I smiled and said that did not present a problem for me and I would take a blow job from him any time he wanted. Calculus was uneventful and the first lecture covered materials that I was basically familiar with and seemed mostly like a quick review. The Professor surprised me by calling on students, including myself, to answer certain questions. No skipping class or sleeping through it. Lunch followed and my philosophy seminar would not be until the evening as a single three hour session each Monday starting at seven. Tuesdays and Thursdays would be my art courses so I basically had the rest of the day until dinner free. I decided I would take some photos at the football practice at three and Gerhard had his Physics classes to go to. I headed back to the dorm after a quick lunch and found Kyle lounging on my bed, Lane was nowhere in sight, but I figured the darling twin brother was probably in the bathroom. Kyle had moved my books to the floor and was listening to the stereo. "Hey, I need to take some sports photos for class," I said. From my desk chair I noticed I had quite the view of Kyle's ample basket through the skimpy shorts. I tried hard not to stare. At that moment Lane walked in clad only in a skimpy towel. Kyle responded, "hey come take some photos of the football game." Lane chimed in, "Maybe you could take a team photo for the team?" "Sure," I responded packing some black and white as well as color film with my camera, a some lenses, and the book we were to read by Wednesday morning for English. The twins appeared to have a preference for skimpy clothing and both tended to wander around constantly in t-shirts or tank tops and shorts. God bless them. Practice -------- Lane and Kyle "dragged" me to the practice and I followed them to the locker room where they encouraged me to come through. I noticed several of the team members from the previous night and got introductions to most of the rest. I desperately wanted to take some photos there in the locker room, but resisted the temptation and headed out to the field to find a good vantage to photograph from. At this point since the twins thought my attendance was their idea, I could probably get away with more photos of them too. As the team streamed out, I saw Kyle, or maybe Lane, approach the coach and then gesture at me. I, helpfully, held up my camera. The coach waved me over and I came down with my camera and quickly posed the team together for a photo. Then I quickly headed back to the sidelines and decided to focus on capturing my roommates in action. I joined the team in the lockers after practice and for dinner. I had quickly become the adopted foreigner/photographer for the team. By seven o'clock, I found myself in a small class with the twins and tried my hardest not to stare at them. As promised, the class was mostly content free and a few class members seemed to dominate the discussion in an apparent attempt to show themselves as "better" than the rest of us. Fast Forward - Game Day ----------------------- Saturday was a huge home game at the stadium and I had been given great seats to photograph the game from. My team picture had gone over big with the team--and in photography class, the black and white stills of the athletes exerting themselves were a hit. During the last minutes of the fourth quarter, Kyle fumbled a pass from brother Lane and control switched to the away team. Their bad luck was that the opposing team managed to score in the last moments of the game. The mood in the locker room was somewhat grim, but nobody seemed to really blame the brothers since they had scored the team's only five touchdowns that game. The coach gave everyone a pep talk and I took some photos of the sweaty athletes. Lane and Kyle though seemed quite afraid. They showered and headed out so quickly I lost sight of them. Plus, I got sidetracked talking to Mark, a hot defensive lineback who had modeled in my art class, naked, Thursday. The team was heading out for some drinks, but I begged off and headed back for the dorm. At my room, I was surprised to hear loud "nature" music coming from the stereo, and the door locked. I used my key and soon discovered that my dad was not the only dad left that believed, firmly, in corporal punishment. Watching Roommates Get Punished ------------------------------- Once inside the door, I could see the two boys' butts facing out, bent over Kyle's bed. I considered backing out, but was aroused and besides Jim Thompson saw me and motioned me in. "You must be their roommate, come in." I did, shutting and locking the door behind me. I was certain the twins were curling up in shame at being caught by me like this. "I can leave," I said over the stereo. "No, come in here," Jim said. I walked into the extremely crowded bedroom and stood next to my roommates and their father. I noticed a tawse in Jim's hand and did not see any marks on their buttocks, yet. "Lane," Jim said, "come here," while pointing to the chair. Lane quickly stood up and blushed when he actually faced me momentarily and then bent over the back of the chair, exposing his buttocks for punishment. "Rafael, right?" "Yes, SIR," I responded. "I have high expectations for my boys and they understand that there are consequences for failure," Jim explained as he landed the first blow on Lane's bare ass. *THWACK* Lane gripped the side rails of the chair firmly as his dad administered a violent thrashing with the tawse. After about forty vicious blows, Lane's butt was sore but he had stayed in place and not started crying. "Stand up," Jim ordered to Lane who turned and faced me, and his father. "Get back on the bed. Kyle, up!" Kyle quickly stood and bent over the chair like Lane before him and received an equal number of blows. Kyle however let out a yelp after the thirty-eighth through fortieth blows. And without prompting quickly went back over the bed, kneeling his sore red ass exposed to the room, his body directly next to his twin brother. "Rafael, I won't be able to be at the away game next week, can I rely on you to discipline my boys?" Lane started to mouth a protest and found his ass being assaulted by the tawse fifteen extra times. Kyle wisely kept his mouth shut. "Yes, SIR," I responded--certain my cock was sticking up like a flag pole. "Good let's take a walk, the boys will be staying put for a while," Jim said taking me by the shoulder and guiding me out of the room and shutting the door to Lane's small room. We took a longish walk around campus and Jim made me talk about the way my dad punished me and he explained the things he was concerned about with his boys. He also made me agree to stay all of the school vacations at the Thompson house since, as he got me to admit, I was hardly going all the way to Ribedeo. Comfort ------- Dad and I walked back into the room and found Lane and Kyle where they were left. Jim lifted the boys up one at a time and gave them each a hug. I was instructed to rub some vaseline on their butts before bed and then Jim headed out. I half expected the twins to just beat the shit out of me and threaten me with death. Instead, Kyle took firm hold of me and then kissed me full on. I felt Lane behind me and then my pants falling to the floor. Next thing I knew and Lane was sliding his cock into my ass. "Definitely a faggot," Lane remarked as he began to work his tool in my ass. Kyle grabbed my cock and began stroking it. "No question about it," Kyle responded as his cock poked against my body. Lane pulled out and the twins turned me around so I was facing Lane. Lane grabbed my cock and began kissing me while pushing his cock against my thigh. Kyle meanwhile took the opportunity to ram his cock into my ass. Lane spoke up, "you want me or Kyle to suck you?" "Both" Both boys laughed and then Kyle started fucking me harder and Lane kneeled down to suck me off. After I blew my wad in Lane's mouth I felt Kyle pull out and his strong hands on my shoulder pushing me down. Lane stood back up and I found two twin dicks staring at my face. I opened wide and the two assaulted my mouth with their cocks. They climaxed simultaneously shooting huge wads into my mouth. I swallowed happily. Kyle lifted me up and tossed me onto his bed and the two twins climbed on top of me pinning me down onto the narrow school bed. It was like a small pyramid and the two took turns working my mouth with their tongues. Lane spoke up and explained that they were gay and had known for a while, but were quite closeted because of their athletic background. I promised never to tell ~anyone~ about any of this and they explained that they liked being with each other so much that it was hard for them to date separately and they had always hoped to find other gay twins, but as long as I was comfortable being in a relationship with both of them, it would be cool. I agreed readily. Lane explained that they generally slept together after a spanking and they expected me to share the bed with them tonight so that night the three of us would sleep in the crowded bed, with two handsome twins "crushing" me. But that came later. Lane stood up and carried me like a sack of potatoes into his bedroom where he stretched out on his bed and propped his ass in the air. "Rim me," he said firmly. I obliged and worked my tongue in his ass for about ten minutes before he said, "Fuck me." Which I did ramming my tool into his ass firmly and I began fucking him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kyle in the doorway stroking his tool. As I came close to orgasm I suddenly found myself being lifted off Lane--by Kyle--and taken back to his room where I repeated the rimming and fucking, this time with Lane watching. Again, before I could orgasm I was pulled away from the hunk. Matter of factly, Lane announced, "Time to get some homework done." Then he grabbed my neck with his strong hands and suddenly I felt a cold sensation around my cock. He had dunked my shaft into a cold soda from the fridge. "Focus," Kyle said laughing who stood up and kissed me while Lane kept me in place and my cock dunked in the fizzy Coke. Kyle explained, "Ok you already had your last orgasm until Saturday at the hotel on the away game. Tomorrow, Tuesday and Thursday you will be working on learning how to pleasure me." "And Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you will be learning how to pleasure me," Lane continued seamlessly. "Now drink up," Kyle said as Lane removed the Coke from my now shriveled cock shaft. I did. "Oh, and your fag friend Gerhard," Lane said, "he can keep blowing you but no orgasms except with us. And make sure nobody finds out you, or we, are gay." Lane wandered back to his room to work on homework and Kyle sat down in front of his PowerBook to do the same. I went back to the center room and tried to get some homework done. A knock at the door and it was Gerhard. The twins had gotten dressed again already--athletic tank top/shorts--and I quickly grabbed a towel and answered the door. In German, Gerhard asked why I hadn't stopped by to study. I explained, in English--realizing Kyle and Lane would probably flip out if I was talking German--and pointing at the twins that their father had insisted on taking us out for dinner. Gerhard decided not to push the point and invited himself in. I slid some shorts on under my towel and left myself topless as we reviewed the Advanced Calculus assignment. Kyle wandered out midway through with some questions for the Basic Calculus course. Followed minutes later by Lane with the same question. By ten o'clock, Gerhard suggested heading out to a campus welcome party. The twins begged off citing early morning practice. I decided to decline as well. By eleven, I was tackled under my football-playing, twin roommates in bed. To be continued... Dorm Picture ------------ For those who want a better sense of our dorm layout here are some "Nethack" inspired views. As you can see, we are at the West end of the hall of the third floor. I have also marked our bedroom's. Gerhard's room is indicated as well. As you can see Kyle's room is on an exterior wall so that was generally the room Jim--and I--used when punishing the twins. | bath | | | |G + + | | room | | stairs | | | | | -----+----------- ...-- --...-----------+--------- |<+ + + +>| ----------+----------...-- --... -----------+----- |CC |CC S | CC| | | | bath | |Kyle+ +Lane| | kitchen | | room | |B | Rafael | B| | lounge | |B D | DBB | D B| | | --WW-----WWW-----WW-- ---WWWWW--- Legend: W = window B = bed D = desk C = closet/wardrobe + = door < = down staircase G = Gerhard's room Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$