Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2001 11:28:24 -0800 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: dorm-twins-4.txt Dorm Twins: Part 4 ================== 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. Grades ------ As you may recall we left off with us being instructed to meet in the pool house to discuss our first semester college grades. I had been pretty pleased with my showing overall and perhaps because this was my first time doing grades with my new dad he decided to start on the twins. The three of us were buck naked in the pool house. Again our grades: Class Lane Kyle Rafael English 3.3 3.3 3.0 Calculus 3.0 3.3 4.0 (II) Philosophy 3.7 3.7 3.0 Business 3.0 3.0 --- Photography --- --- 3.7 Fine Arts --- --- 3.7 Dad started with Lane and looked over the grades and in particular the difference between the twins in Calculus. Then came the question I would learn to hate more than anything else in life: "Did you try your best in each class?" Lane tried looking down and dad's hand quickly lifted the young man's chin up so their eyes had to meet. Lane's eyes tried to avoid his father's, but Jim was persistent and moved within inches of his young son's face. With no escape from his father's eyes Lane stammered and then spilled the beans, "No sir." "Calculus?" "Rafael tried to tutor me but I didn't do some of the practice problems he gave us the night before the test and Kyle did," Lane said explaining. "What about English and Business?" "Rafael did worse," Lane said trying to weasel out of responsibility. "Rafael is Spanish and speaks three languages and he will have to answer for himself. What is you excuse?" "I guess I just focused too much on football," Lane said looking to Kyle for support. Kyle was avoiding his twin brother's gaze and looked to me as if I would somehow intervene. Jim gave his son a hug and kissed Lane on the forehead, "I am very proud of your performance on the field this semester, but next semester you need to take five classes and I expect you boys to give it your all in everything." Lane's disappointment with himself for letting his dad down was apparent. "I promise to try harder in everything next semester. What courses should I take this Spring?" "Well you need to take English and in order to complete your quant-requirement you should take the second Calculus and this time follow Rafael's tutoring?" "Sounds good, a lot of the team members are going to take Chemistry for Poets, do you think I could take that?" "Sounds reasonable, I assume Kyle wants to take that too?" Kyle nodded. "That leaves two open courses to fill, maybe you should learn Spanish in case you want to visit Spain with Rafael again?" Lane tried an unsuccessful dodge with "Rafael's dad doesn't like him to speak Spanish" and got a firm swat on the butt. Kyle smiled, he had confided to me that he would like to learn either Spanish or German after our trip so that we could have more fun next time we visited Europe. "And you should both take Business II which is Managing a Small Business so you can major in Business Administration." Lane nodded. Dad turned to Kyle with the killer effort question, "Did you try your hardest?" Kyle was more honest than his brother and quickly shared his own disappointment over his performance with his dad and admitted that he thought with my help that they could have done better in Calculus. "Perhaps you three should spend less time fucking each other and more time studying?" We all blushed, most especially Kyle who sobbed softly and begged his dad to spank him. Jim kissed Kyle on the forehead and turned his attention to me. "Good showing," Jim said putting his arm around my shoulder, "but did you put your best effort into all of your courses?" I found myself looking down, I knew I could have tried harder in English and also my arts courses. My philosophy grade though remained incomprehensible to me. I found myself confessing my failing, embarrassed that I had disappointed Jim and knowing that mostly I had disappointed myself. I should have 4.0'ed my arts courses... I found myself following Jim's gentle lead over a saw horse. Naked, my buttocks were exposed for punishment in front of my twin lovers and brothers. Jim pronounced the punishment: "12 strokes of the best for each A- in your arts courses where you could have gotten A's." The strokes followed quickly and violently with him taking a firm step before each blow from the cane. I screamed out in pain after the twentieth blow and struggled to stay in place without restraints for the last four blows. "As for English," Jim continued, "that should have been a B+ minimum, 6 strokes." Jim did not even allow me to catch my breath before following on the first twenty-four blows with the six for English. Jim helped me up and kissed my forehead and told me to stand still and watch the boys get punished. Lane was first and received twelve strokes of the cane over his Calculus failing and then received the strap for his remaining grades about 20 for each of his other courses. Kyle only got the strap, but in equal amount with his twin brother. Jim suddenly remembered that we had not discussed my courses for next semester and we came up with a schedule: ` Lane-Kyle Rafael English English Calculus II Intro. Comp. Sci Spanish I Photography II Business II Printmaking: Silkscreening Chemistry-Poets Sculpture` Then we headed into the house, our bodies naked and butts blazing, especially mine. As had become common after the three of us had been punished, dad encouraged the twins to be with each other and took me into his bedroom. Sex? ---- I found myself in my dad's strong embrace laying naked on top of him in bed. At that moment something that Kyle had said half-jokingly clicked in me. I kissed dad with some tongue and he grabbed my head and kissed me back hard. Then he pushed me off him saying, "no." "I love you dad," I said. "I know," dad replied back to me, "but you are my boys, not mine." Dad hugged me tight and let my head rest on his chest. I maneuvered to kiss him again and found myself rolled onto my back with my dad pinning me down. "You won't get any special treatment from me if we do this and you have to ask the boys permission first." He kissed me deep in the mouth and collapsed on top me and held me and told me how much he loved me. Around 6:30, I was sent to the bedroom to get dressed up for dinner and get the boys moving. I found them sixty-nining one another, their sore asses facing out to the sides. "Dinner time brothers," I said innocently. Kyle grabbed me and pulled me into the bed and my twin lovers alternated holding me and fucking me until five minutes before dinner when we threw on nicer clothing and headed down. Not the most auspicious start towards dad's request that we have less sex and focus on our studies more... Dinner ------ We arrived just on time and found dad already at the table. I had not received permission to have sex with dad from my twin brother-lovers, but I had faith that they would not be disturbed by the request. I noticed they were wearing the ties from the Germans I fucked on the plane with their dinner outfits. I winked at them. We covered the terrain of our European vacation in great detail, although the three of us all managed to elide the details of my casual sex on the plane and everything having to do with Kurt-and-Gerhard in Bonn. After dinner we headed to the study as usual and dad offered us all brandy. Dad broached the subject of the two of us having sex casually as the twins tired--as they tended to do after a single glass of brandy. They shrugged it off casually and told us to enjoy ourselves as they headed upstairs to get some sleep. Dad poured us both another brandy and asked me what we really saw in Europe. Suddenly he reached with one hand for my cock through my pants and I found myself spilling the beans: the German business men on the plane, Gerhard and the castratos in Bonn, everything... Sex --- We helped each other up the stairs after the third glass of brandy. I told him I wanted to give my lovers a quick kiss before coming to bed with him. I found the twins wrapped in one another's embrace sound asleep. I took my clothes off and threw on a pair of bikini swimwear from the boys wardrobe. Dad was still dressed and sitting on the edge of the bedroom in the master bedroom when I walked in. He looked up and in that moment I saw very clearly that I was staring back at a more mature and equally handsome rendition of my twin lovers--his sons. Dad smiled at me and pulled me into the bed. "I haven't in over ten years," he said as he kissed me on the lips tenderly. "Please," I said softly. Dad slid my bikini swimwear off my thighs leaving me naked, his body pressing against mine. I felt his cock, equally as big as that of his twin sons stiffen against my already stiffened cock. I decided to focus on some of the areas that I knew the twins enjoyed on the assumption that the apples had not fallen far from the tree. I stretched my neck so that I could lick the tips of Dad's ears with the tip of my tongue. He reacted immediately, his cock stiffening further and calling out in pleasure. I kept licking his ear driving him into a frenzy just like I did regularly with Kyle--and Lane. Then I whispered, "fuck me." Dad grabbed my hair and forced my mouth onto his nipples. Dad's body was still quite muscular at forty and his nipples were firm and he reacted like a lightening bolt hit when I ran my tongue in circles around his nipples and then nibbled on them gently. I felt a finger probing my fuckhole and I worked dad's nipples harder as he fingered my ass using his fingers. Dad then began pumping his erect tool up and down along my abdomen as he held my mouth firmly against his nipples and worked his finger in my fuckhole. This was not exactly by the boys' playbook but it was quite enjoyable. I loved the feeling my dad's stiff tool rubbing along my chest. Dad pulled my mouth of his nipples and forced his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his body tremble slightly and then his cock erupted like a volcano onto my chest spilling his man gism in torrents over my smooth chest. Then he kept fingering my fuckhole and kept his tongue thrust deeply into my mouth until I found my cock erupting in a much smaller load which splattered onto my dad's chest and then back onto my own chest mixing with my dad's gism. Dad relented allowing me a chance to catch my breath, but kept his finger lodged in my fuckhole firmly. Dad let go of the back of my head allowing my head to fall onto the pillow and then used the freed hand to work the mixture of his copious gism into my hairy chest. Only after about thirty minutes of additional stimulation did he finally remove his finger from my fuckhole and collapse on top of me so we could both fall asleep. Long Talk --------- Early the next morning I noticed something about dad's bedroom: the huge skylight over the bed about five meters on each edge (~15 feet). The light streamed into the room at around 0700 and I tried to maneuver out from underneath my dad to keep the sun out of my eyes. My movement awakened my dad who kissed me and said, "I was afraid it might have been a dream." "No sir," I responded politely. "Can we talk about last night," he asked as the sunlight coming through the skylight blinded me. "What's to discuss?" Dad rotated me on my side and spooned me, his semi-erect cock pushing against my ass crack as he kissed me on the back of my neck. "Whether we are ever going to do this again? Whether I will adopt you? Whether this will affect your relationship with my sons..." My head began to spin. "I need to know you will always respect me as your dad first and love me as a father," he continued. "Absolutely," I said. "And my sons, they come first and as brothers not lovers." I nodded agreement. "Do you love them, I mean really love them as in forever, death till you part and all that?" "*Yes*," I said emphatically. I had become so engrossed in the conversation with dad I did not hear the twins enter or notice them in matching, but different colored, Versace outfits. Dad did not appear to notice either and we kept talking. "Do you ever feel left out by them," he asked. I did not answer immediately and he continued, "or afraid that they love each other more than you?" "At first maybe," I said softly, "but I have gotten to know them better." He finished my sentence, "but they still seem to be able to talk without talking?" "That doesn't bother me anymore," I said, "at first it did, but I find it fascinating and sexy now. And they do genuinely love me." "I know," dad answered. "So where do ~we~ go from here?" "You are a good father to me," I said. "Do you want me to adopt you," he asked as his cock became stiffer against my crack. "Will that change anything?" "Just some legal formalities, and your name potentially," he said as he began to kiss the back of my neck. "Let's do it," I said. "And the sex between us?" "Only if it is ok with the boys and maybe we can all go out together and find you someone of your own," responded. "My wife," he said. "Is dead and has been and none of us will think any the less of you if you want to move on," I said. The boys suddenly chimed in and caught us both by surprise, "dad we want you to be happy." Lane came over to my side of the bed in red pajamas and Kyle onto the side with his dad. Lane kissed me and asked whether I enjoyed myself. I must have blushed and before I could answer Kyle said, "don't answer that question." "Do you need to go into the office today dad," Lane asked. "Actually, I have to leave for Japan for work tonight," dad explained, "but I would love it if we could play a little football in the yard this afternoon for old times sake." Week Alone ---------- The boys managed to rope me into playing football with them and dad that afternoon. No score was kept and we took turns with the twins on our sides: Lane + Me with Kyle + Dad and then swapping the twins so that each had a chance to play with their father. I actually found myself enjoying the game although I was clearly the "Weakest Link." After the first hour, I went for my camera to take some "family" shots for use in my upcoming photography course. A limo arrived around two and dad ran upstairs to grab some last minute items before heading off. We all got fond goodbye kisses on the forehead. The left us alone in the Thompson mansion for a week before heading back to school. Kyle had the brilliant idea that I should take some driving lessons from the twins and so I did that in the middle of a snowy winter. Lane convinced Fung that we could borrow the SUV and we decided to head to ski at a local ski resort in a nearby town. Of course, I also needed to learn how to ski as well. We had the extra money from the European vacation to spend freely. Kyle and Lane lent me appropriate ski clothing and took their equipment on the rack of the SUV. We stopped at a local ski store and bought me some skis and then hit the modest slopes. As promised by the resort I got my free introductory ski lesson. We drove back to the house at night in time for a late dinner. Even without dad home we dressed up as expected and sat leaving the empty space for dad. After dinner the twins let me pick the movie; however, I ended up succumbing to Kyle's gentle nudges that "Shrek" was what I wanted to watch. We ended up enjoying it and falling asleep tangled amongst each other on the living room floor. In the morning Lane suggested driving back to the local ski resort for another day of skiing. I agreed after admitting that I had actually had fun and would not mind giving it another try. I managed to do one of the expert diamond slopes with the boys but luckily the mountain was small enough that even though they went off into the harder trails most of the day we all had lots of fun. Back at the house Fung had a late dinner ready for us again. The boys asked me about what it was like having sex with their dad finally and I told them it was actually fun. They picked the movie and my attempts to make my movie their pick did not work and we ended up watching "Rush Hour" with Jackie Chan. Which I found to be quite entertaining. Triathlon Suit -------------- The boys concocted an elaborate scheme for their father's return from Japan. I was the centerpiece of the plan together with a triathlon one piece body suit. As I have previously mentioned, I am relatively similar in size to the twins, we are both around 185 cm although they are quite a bit more muscular and heavy than I am, I can usually fit into their clothing. This was no exception. I voided my body in the bathroom around 2100. I put on a jockstrap and inserted a hard cup. Kyle encouraged me to take my time arranging my equipment and then I stepped into the body suit. The material was cool but intense against my bare skin. The boys waited a few minutes before zipping the suit up. Kyle went into the office and came back with a small, red plastic tag. Kyle held it up for my inspection and I noticed small white numbers emblazoned on the tag. Kyle kissed me and handed the tag to Lane who was standing behind me. Lane fastened the tag to the zipper and a loop on the suit: trapping me in. Kyle explained that the boys had competed in a triathlon about two years ago with team in training and so they both had the wetsuits. "And the plastic lock," I inquired. Lane laughed, "We bought some of them from an internet site which sells bondage equipment." "What else did you buy at the site?" Kyle smiled broadly and took my hand and guided me towards dad's room. "Dad is due back from Japan around ten o'clock," he explained. Lane chimed in, "his flight is already on the ground." The boys laid me on my back on dad's bed in the tight body suit. My cock strained against the hard cup in the jock strap, but could not stiffen outward fully. Kyle lovingly attached velcro and fabric restraints to my wrists and ankles. Lane followed up by using rope through the D-rings of the restraints to leave me bound face up, spread eagle. Only 2145, the boys kissed me, told me the time and left the room. The time passed slowly and I could not see a clock, only the moon overhead through the skylight. I strained my ears for any sounds, but the large Thompson mansion was quiet. Not even a mouse could be heard stirring. The feel of the tight body suit and the hopelessness of my situation had me aroused within my cup, but unable to feel release. I also realized that worse still dad would have release when he got in, but I was stuck in the body suit till Lane or Kyle unlocked me in the morning. Finally, I heard the door handle turn. Dad. "Now ~this~ is a pleasant surprise," he said looking at my taught body restrained to his bed. I nodded a welcome and smiled. He approached slowly, closing the door behind him. Dad reached down towards me allowing his hand to brush my face tenderly. "The boys certainly did everything but put a bow on you," he remarked. I nodded and strained against the restraints to move closer to my dad. Dad took his time stripping to reveal his taught body, still muscular at age forty-five. My cock desired release, but it was firmly trapped in the hard cup of the jock and with the suit trapped on me, it would not be feeling release. Dad climbed into the bed, naked and kissed me on the cheek. "You are a beautiful boy Rafael," he said as he rolled on top of me, his fully erect cock resting against my chest, his mouth matched with mine. I was completely at his mercy. Dad tongued me ferociously, probing my mouth deeply while holding my head violently so that I could not escape his deep kisses. At times I thought I was going to faint from lack of breath he was kissing me so intensely. But, I was kissing back too. He pumped his cock up and down on my chest. "Let me suck your cock," I begged. Dad kissed me harder and then slid up leaving me helpless as his massive cock was thrust into my mouth. I gagged momentarily and he paused to allow me to catch my breath and then began to fuck my mouth forcibly. I could feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I tried to suck it hard and run my tongue around the cap as it moved it and out, but mostly I just took my dad's man cock. It had been a while since our last encounter and dad's balls were quite full with cum all of which he unloaded into my mouth in a hot eruption of man gism. He collapsed onto my restrained body, his now flaccid cock still lodged in my mouth. I swallowed his cum with his cock still in my mouth and only after a bit did he move to remove his cock from my mouth. Dad untied me finally, but left the wrist and ankle restraints in place. I stretched slightly and then curled up against him. His body spooning mine, I fell asleep trapped in the body suit with my dad pressed against me. The sunlight woke us both early in the morning and I felt dad's cock become erect against my body suit-covered butt crack. Dad moved his hands near the zipper and emitted an "ah" upon understanding my predicament. "Well if you want to rouse the boys to let you out," he said. I rolled over to face him, kissed him, and said, "I can hold it." "Good," my dad said smiling at me and then kissing me back. "I have some exciting news for you," he said. "Oh?" "Yes, while I was in Japan, my attorneys drew up all of the necessary paperwork for me to adopt you," he explained. "Really," I asked. "Yes," he said, "and your dad as already signed the consent forms. Further, we have a hearing tomorrow so we need to get you a nice suit today." Suit Shopping ------------- Around 0700 dad got out of bed and got dressed for work. I wandered back into the bedroom I shared with the twins and found them still soundly asleep. I dived into the bed between the embracing twins and without quite waking they pulled me between them and kissed me simultaneously. Around 1000 they woke up and Lane inspected the lock before letting me out of the suit to go to the bathroom. By noon we were on the road to Nordstroms for a suit for the hearing. The twins were excited about the news of my impending adoption. At Nordstrom's Lane charged an expensive designer suit for me and convinced the tailor to do the work on the spot for some extra money. The suit would be ready at 1800 before the store closed so we wandered the mall for the next few hours. At the food court we bumped into a few of the guys from the football team who had returned early from winter break. The guys all complemented me on my photographs mentioning that they would love to get extra copies for their parents. I begged off from the group commenting that I needed to pick some things up and left the twins at the food court. I wandered the mall for the next few hours eyeing various merchandise and ultimately buying some new everyday clothing at Macy's. Around 1500, I wandered back past the food court and found the boys still camped out with their teammates. The Lane handed me the car keys to drop my purchase off at the car and suggested that I drive home myself. Not that I had a license yet or was quite competent enough to drive home by myself. Kyle tapped Lane, whispered something and then suggested I get the suit and then meet them over at the movie theatres at the other end of the mall. The tailor at Nordstroms had finished the suit early and I tried it on along with the other items we had picked out. It looked stunning. I took it and my other purchases back to the car. Then I headed over to the movies. We watched some action flick and then had dinner at a steakhouse with the football team members. After dinner we headed home. Dad had me try on the suit and then suggested the three of us have a good night's sleep before the hearing tomorrow. 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. $$