Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 05:58:35 -0000
From: kweer <kweer@lineone.net>
Subject: The Cabin Boy -Part 3

This sordid little tale is sadly fictional. It concerns a guy with whom I
worked on a ferry, but that is where the reality ceases. I was besotted
even though I only worked with him for a couple of weeks. I suppose I
should change his name, but I cannot bring myself to. This story infers
that he was gay, but he wasn't :-(

Life can be so cruel!!

This story depicts graphic gay sex without the use of condoms. I do not
recommend such practises unless you want to die a slow and unpleasant
death. Do it safely, or don't do it at all!!

Comments welcome: kweer@lineone.net

The Cabin Boy - Part 3.

The first that I knew about it was feeling something tickling my
earlobe. Assuming it to be a fly, I tried to swat it away but my fingers
touched something wet and I was brought back to reality by the sound of
someone in pain.

"Ow! . Jesus!!"

"What the .?" I mumbled, opening my eyes to see Chris kneeling on the deck
of the cabin with a hand clasped to his right eye. Chris turned to look at
me. The white of his eye was now a deep pink colour and a couple of tears
ran out of it's corner.

"Are you OK Chris? What happened?"

"Fuck me! . I've only been with you twice and the domestic violence has
started already!"

"Eh?"

"There I was, delicately nuzzling your earlobe, when all of a sudden you
smack me in the eye!"

He was trying to make a joke out of it but I could tell he had got a bit of
a shock. I slithered out of the bunk and onto the deck next to him. I
wrapped my arm around his shoulder and leaning towards him, kissed away the
remains of the tears.

"I'm sorry, Chris."

"Oh, it's my fault really. I should've known better. Now I know why they
say let sleeping dogs lie."

"What, so I'm a dog now am I? Thanks for the compliment, you bastard." I
joked.

"Now you know that's not true, you sarky twat. In fact I was going to show
you just how much I like you, but I'm having trouble focussing."

"Let's have a look then." I moved my head closer and examined his eye. It
looked a lot worse than it really was, but judging by the rivulets of tears
that were still pumping out of it, I'd say it must have hurt when I hit
him.

"Tell you what then, I'll go and get us a cup of tea, then we can lie in
bed and talk if you like."

"OK. Milk and one sugar for me."

We stood up together and while he was taking off his shoes, I jumped into a
clean boilersuit and headed for the coffee machine down the alleyway. When
I returned, Chris was sitting up in the bunk, supported by both pillows. I
put the cups of tea on the desk and climbed out of my boilersuit before
climbing in next to him. I felt the heat from his body straight away as we
melted into a cuddle.

"Sorry Chris." I said solemnly.

"Really, it's OK. I'm just a drama queen at heart." He grinned back at
me. His eye had stopped watering, but the redness would take a good while
to clear up.

"People will wonder what you've been smoking, with your eye all red."

"Chance would be a fine thing! I could murder a spliff." He replied.

"Can't help you there, matey. I don't touch the stuff when I'm onboard."

"What about on leave?"

"That's a different matter all together!" I smiled wryly.

"A couple of mates at home are growing some skunk at the moment. It should
be ready to crop by the end of the week." He donned his pensive look
again. "Hey, why don't you come and stay with me for a day or two when we
get off. We could go round and see them. It's really good gear, like."

"Well, I'm supposed to be going to a gig with my cousin, but that's not
till erm, ." I did a quick mental calculation " . Friday. That means I
could stay for a couple of days, if you're sure."

"Course I'm sure! Besides I know you'll like Billy-Bob."

"Billy-Bob?"

"That's what we call Bill and Bob. They're the ones growing the
gear. They're inseparable, so it seemed natural to call them by just one
name. They hated it at first, especially Bob, but it stuck, so they were
stuck with it."

"Oh, right." I said, pretending that I understood. "Cool."

"Oh it'll be cool, all right! Two days and nights of sex and skunk. Ooh, I
can't wait!!"

He was grinning wildly now, like the proverbial child opening his xmas
presents. I could tell he was seriously excited about my stay, and that
excited me too. I'm sure I could see a mischievous glint in his eye when he
mentioned Billy and Bob, or 'Billy-Bob', but let it pass without much
thought. I'm glad I did, though, as it would have spoiled the surprise if I
had questioned him about it. But I'm getting ahead of myself here .

We spent the next hour just talking. It had not escaped my notice that
Chris seemed to be quite erudite for a young guy, but when he explained his
Chaos Theory to me I was struck by just how intelligent he was. He had
dropped out of university a few months earlier as he found it boring, and
was working on the ship in order to make enough money to buy some recording
equipment. We talked about music and discovered our common passion for
playing guitar. We talked about literature and our favourite books. I
promised to lend him some of my William S. Burroughs books, and he promised
me Bulgakov's The Master and Marguerita. We talked about religion, and both
confessed that while we didn't believe in a god as such, we could not
disprove it's existence. I remember saying that I hoped there wasn't such a
thing as god because if he really did exist, he would be mightily
pissed-off at the evil deeds that organised religion has perpetrated in his
name. I was just glad that we were speaking to each other, rather than the
grunting, moaning, and dirty-talk that had constituted most of our
conversations up to now. This was getting dangerous!! I felt as though
every minute that I spent away from him would be a minute utterly wasted. I
really didn't want the havoc of falling in love with him, but the feelings
I had just kept on growing. To be fair, I never stood a chance of
resisting. You would understand what I mean if you saw him.

The rest of the week onboard continued in much the same vein that it had
started. Every watch, I counted the minutes until I could be with
him. Every spare minute that he had, he would be in my cabin. We didn't
only have sex though, a couple of times we just sat talking, cuddling, and
generally getting to know one another. There was one occasion however, that
could have cost us both our jobs. Chris had been asking me what it was that
I did when I was on watch, so I started to tell him about my usual duties
and the variety of machinery which we had down below. I could tell that he
wasn't really that interested because he couldn't picture any of the
machines which I was describing.

"Tell you what then, ." I said " . why don't you come down and have a look
when I'm on watch. It would help to break up the watch for me as well."

"Will I be allowed?" He asked, doubtfully.

"Absolutely! In fact, because you are in the catering department, you will
be part of the first aid party in an emergency, so you really ought to be
familiar with the layout of the machinery spaces. You know, in case you
have to go down there and treat somebody."

"OK then." There was a glint in his eye again. "I'll go down and treat you
this afternoon, how's that?"

"Sound! Just phone the control room and ask for me when you are ready."

During the next watch, I wondered whether he would genuinely want a tour or
if he had agreed simply to stop me talking about the engine room. I was put
out of my misery when I answered the phone to hear his sweet voice.

"Control room. Dave." I said

"Hi, it's Chris. Can I come?"

"Course you can. I've seen you do it several times before, so I don't see
why not."

"Very funny . not! . So can you show me around, or are you too busy?"
"Busy? No. Chance would be a fine thing. Sometimes it would be nice if
something fell into a big heap of shit, so I'd have something to do."

"Cool. I'll pop down in a tick."

Approximately a minute later, Chris appeared in the control room. We were
both grinning inanely at each other, so I thought it would be best if we
got away from the other engineers before one of them caught on. I gave him
a pair of earplugs and a quick lesson in the use of the watertight doors
before guiding him out into the main engine room. I led him around,
pointing at things and describing them as best I could. He seemed to be
genuinely interested in what I was saying and asked quite a lot of
questions.

"So, when the ship is docking, how come it seems to move sideways if the
propellers are at the back." He asked

"I think you mean the stern, dear." I smiled. "You're right, the main
propellers are at the arse-end of the ship, but we also have two bow
thrusters which provide lateral thrust at the bow."

"So you use them for thrusting up front?" He grinned. "Can you show me?"

I led him up onto the car deck and forward to the thruster space. I closed
the hatch behind me and we descended the ladder. There really wasn't much
to see other than two large electric motors on top of what looked like two
very large diameter pipes. I had started to explain the working principle
of the thrusters, but he interrupted me.

"Does anyone ever come down here?"

"Er, . I'm supposed to come here once a day, just for a quick check
around. Oh, and the motorman comes in every morning to check the oil
levels, but apart from that, it's not really a manned space."

He was glinting again. "So nobody is likely to disturb us for a while
then?" He turned to face me and placed his hands on my hips as he leaned to
kiss me. It threw me a little because I was, after all, on watch, but his
lips felt so soft and warm that my dick started swelling and I lost all
sense of conscience in a few seconds.

"D'you want to fuck me again?" He whispered seductively in my ear.

"I was hoping you'd say that!" I smiled back.

Without further warning, he turned around and dropped his trousers and
shorts. He leaned back against me saying "Come on then. I'm horny as fuck!"

I turned slightly and spat on my fingers, coated my engorged cock with it,
then rubbed some more into Chris' crack. I slipped my hands under his shirt
and stroked around his nipples, whilst I moved my hips forward, allowing my
missile to home in on the target. The heat of his arse engulfed me as I
slipped it in up to the hilt.

"Oh yeah! That's nice." Chris moaned "Now fuck me as hard as you can!"

I reached my hands behind me and supported myself against the handrail as I
began to slide in and out of Chris' beautiful bum.

"Harder! . Faster! . Please!"

I bent my knees slightly and allowed more of my weight to be taken by my
arms against the handrail, whilst I built up the pace of my deep
thrusts. Pretty soon, I was ramming Chris mercilessly. I leaned back
further and bent my knees a little more, so that I was just about
supporting Chris on my lap. Then I really started to exaggerate my thrusts
to such an extent that I was effectively bouncing him up and down on my
raging cock.

"Let's make some noise." I said. "OH! . OH, YES!" I was almost shouting,
but nobody would ever hear us down there. Chris understood and was groaning
away like he was about to die from sheer ecstasy.

"FUCK ME DAVE! FUCK ME! . HARDER! . OH, YEEEEEEAAAH. OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!"
His groans matched my thrusts perfectly and I felt like I was hitting the
spot with every thrust. It was awesome! I was so lucky to be fucking such a
beautiful boy, with such a lovely tight backside. Not only that, but I was
driving him as wild as he was driving me.

"Oh shit, . Hurry up!! . Cum with me . any second!" I felt his ring tighten
around my shaft and his breathing became extremely sporadic. He wasn't even
touching himself, but he was certainly going to explode any second. Knowing
that sent me over the top. I could barely breathe, let alone make any
noise, but Chris was making enough for both of us.

"YES! YES! YES! YES! . I'M CUMMING AH! OH OOH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHH!"

His whole body went into spasm around the same time that my legs gave way
beneath me. I saw jets of pearly white spunk come flying from him as I
pumped my own juice into Chris. It felt so good, that I was having trouble
keeping my balance. With each pulse of cum, my legs got weaker and by the
time we had finished shooting, we had collapsed into a sweating, panting
heap on the cold steel deck. We stayed where we had fallen and tried to
recover. Chris turned and planted a little kiss on my lips, but that
wonderful afterglow feeling was shattered by an intermittent siren. I
looked in the direction of the noise and was horrified when I realised that
the phone was ringing. Chris and I exchanged looks of dread.

"Who knows we're here?" He asked.

"I think I'm about to find out." I replied.

I walked over to the phone and plucked the receiver from it's cradle.

"Hello?"

A gruff voice answered. "You old slag! I know what you've been up to down
there!" I recognised the voice belonged to Glenn.

"Glennys, you cunt! You scared the shite out of me. How did you know I was
here?"

"Look up and you'll see."

"Eh? ." I looked up and saw the CCTV camera. The little LED was glowing
red, which meant that it was online.

"Shit!" I cursed. By this time Chris had pulled his pants back up and was
fastening his belt, all the while looking at me with a serious expression
on his face.

"How long have you been watching, you old perv?" I asked Glenn.

"I saw the two of you disappear down the hatch, and knowing what a slut you
are when it comes to young men, I just naturally assumed you were going to
do what you ended up doing. Don't worry, the video feed is only coming to
the radio shack. I've looped it out of all the other monitors, so nobody
else could have seen. You could have been a bit more careful, mind."

"Yeah, I forgot about the poxy cameras." I owned "Hey wait a minute, what
the hell were you watching for? You're supposed to be straight."

"Well, it didn't give me a hard-on, if that's what you're getting at. I've
never seen two blokes doing it, plus the look on your faces when the phone
rang was fucking priceless!" He giggled into the phone.

"I'll get you for this, Penelope Pitstop!!" I spat and slammed the receiver
back into it's cradle.

"What's the score?" Chris asked, concerned.

"So far it's two-nil to Glennys, but I'll get the cunt back before the week
is out."

"Eh?"

"It was just Glenn's way of reminding me that there are CCTV cameras all
over the ship. Don't worry, nobody saw us except him, and he won't say
fuck-all."

"Well at least he had the decency to wait 'till we were finished before
ringing." Chris grinned.

"Jesus, I would've killed him if he'd disturbed me in the middle one of the
wildest fucks I've ever had. Seriously, I wouldn't be a happy camper at
all!"

"Come on. You have a watch to keep and I have some bunks to make up." Chris
linked his arm through mine and we made our way towards the escape
hatch. He may have made light of our little scare, but because he was still
in the closet at work, I think he was pretty shaken by it. I would have to
think of something to make him feel better when I finished my watch.



When the end of the duty week finished, I threw my gear into my rucksack
and raced down the gangway to find Chris waiting for me, as we had agreed.

"Hiya!" He chirped upon seeing me. "I'm parked over here."

"Lead on, Macduff." I said.

"Actually, the correct line is LAY on, Macduff." He corrected.

"Yes, but most people say LEAD. To the uninitiated, LAY on would sound like
a proposition."

"Hey, proposition me all you like. In fact if you have any suggestion for
what we can do over the next couple of days, don't be shy."

"Oh, I won't, believe me!" I winked at him.

"This is us here." Chris said when we reached a battered old van. "It
doesn't look too good, but it does the job OK"

We threw our gear into the back, climbed in, and set off for his place,
around 8 miles away from the port.

"I reckon we'll just go straight to Billy-Bob's gaff. It's just round the
corner from me, so we can stagger back later if we don't feel like crashing
there."

"Yeah, fine, I'm easy." I smiled at him. "But I guess you know that
already!"

We laughed and chatted as the old van rattled it's way along the twisting
road, until we came to a stop outside a row of terraced houses. As we got
out, I asked Chris if Bill & Bob were a couple. He thought about it for
about five seconds and wrinkled his face in an expression of vagueness.

"Sort of." He said finally. "You'll soon find out what the score is. Just
try not to look too shocked, that's all I ask."

I decided that it would be a waste of time to try and fathom the meaning of
his cryptic reply, so I shrugged and followed him up to the door, which he
pushed open without knocking. He motioned me to come in and then closed the
door behind me. He led me through the hall, whilst calling melodically for
his friends.

"Bi_lly-Bo_b!! Whe_re a__re yoooooo?" The answer came in the sound of
footsteps on a wooden staircase and I turned around to see possibly the
nicest legs in the history of mankind bounding down the steps. As the
vision approached us, my heart began to pound. Fuck me, he was absolutely
delicious! I stood, mouth agape and was unable to stop myself from looking
at him. He stood around 5'9" tall, with hair so blond and short that is was
almost invisible. He was wearing a pink vest which showed off his faultless
boyish frame perfectly. He was slim, but obviously got plenty of exercise,
as each of his small muscles were defined, like they had been embossed onto
him. Further down was a pair of skimpy running shorts that led down to a
pair of straight and very long-looking legs. He had recently had a suntan,
but it looked partly faded, leaving him looking golden, rather than
Bronzed. Chris must have noticed that I was impressed. He reached his hand
under my chin and lifted my mouth closed for me, bringing me to my senses.

"Dave, this is half of Billy-Bob." Chris explained. Then, turning to the
blond beauty he said "Where's the other half?"

"Oh, he's out shopping or something. Fancy a cup of tea?"

"Yeah. Dave will have one as well. Milk and one. I'm just going to show him
the conservatory." Chris took my arm and led me two flights of stairs to
the loft. The smell of the stuff hit me hard at the top of the first
flight.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, sniffing deeply. "Oh, wow, I never get sick of that
smell."

"Don't speak too soon, it gets stronger!" I knew what he meant when he
pushed open the door to the loft and a wave of resin aroma assaulted my
nostrils. It was the same lovely scent, but so powerful and sweet that it
very nearly was sickening. The room itself was lit by sun lamps hanging
from the rafters, casting their brilliance over what I can only describe as
a thicket of plants around five feet tall.

"Now you know where Billy-Bob got his tan from!!" Chris grinned.

There were cables, timers, pipes and pumps everywhere, and looked like a
thoroughly professional operation. Chris could see I was impressed and
closed my mouth for me again. We just grinned at each other.

"This could well be the coolest thing I have ever seen, man." I sighed.

"Oh, they've been at it for years now. Practise makes perfect. I wouldn't
ask Billy-Bob too many questions though. They will quite happily talk about
the science of it for hours, sparing absolutely no detail. All you really
need to know is that this particular crop is the seventh generation, which
is apparently supposed to be as good as a particular strain can get. . Or
something like that." As I circled the room, I almost stepped on a Persian
Grey cat which was lying sprawled out on the floor. Chris saw it too. He
picked it up and put it back down outside the loft. "Little bastard!" he
explained. "She comes in here all the time and licks the resin off the
leaves, then just lays around for days, occasionally wailing when she gets
the munchies. I giggled "Bless 'er!"

"Fucking bless 'er?!? I'll strangle the cunt! . A third of this is mine."

We headed back downstairs and into the living room where half of Billy-Bob
was sitting adding the finishing touches to a long conical joint. He caught
my eye as I sat to his left on the sofa, watching him twist a little
cardboard filter into one end, and winked at me.

"D'you smoke Dave?" His voice was soft, slow and oh, so sexy. I had to
concentrate to get my words out without babbling like you do when you're
awestruck.

"Yes, I have been known to partake occasionally. What is it?"

"I'm so glad you asked!!!" He grinned. "We call it Superdover in honour of
the port through which it first graced these shores. It's actually a hybrid
of Northern Lights and some other stuff that we haven't identified, as
yet. Here, spark it up." He passed it to me, and handed me a
lighter. Before putting it to my lips, I looked at it and was amazed that
he had rolled it so thick. It was like the exploding cigars that you would
see in a Warner Bros cartoon! I lit the end and took a nice slow toke,
before gulping some fresh air down after it, on account of the acrid smoke
burning my throat. Bill or Bob was watching me intently and sported a huge
grin when he saw that I was trying not to cough my lungs up.

"He. He. He. It is a little sharp, eh?" He giggled. I could only nod as I
tried to take lots of rapid, shallow breaths to cool my lungs.

After a while, I guess the stuff must have had some anaesthetic property,
as I became accustomed to the heat of the smoke. My head was buzzing, and I
knew I was wearing the most ridiculous stoned grin in the known universe,
but I didn't care. I turned to my left and passed the joint to half of
Billy-Bob. He grinned mischievously and took a toke, without taking his
eyes off me. I was still grinning back at him, but got the feeling that
something wasn't quite right. I remembered that I had been sitting to his
left, and now, he was sitting to my left. My grin faded and turning to my
right, I looked into Bill-Bob's glinting eyes.

"What the fuck!?!?!" I leaped up from the sofa and turned to face it,
throwing my hands up onto my head in utter confusion. I knew I was really
stoned, but surely I couldn't be seeing double, . could I? Both of the
identically dressed Billy-Bobs and Chris were now sat on the sofa, giggling
uncontrollably at me. The moment of clarity came and turned into a moment
of hilarity as I burst into fits of sobbing laughter. Chris crawled to my
side, and stood up next to me. Still giggling, me motioned to the left side
of the sofa "Dave, allow me to present Bill." then the right side ". and
Bob." This made the two of them collapse into each other, shaking their
heads, unable to speak.

"Or maybe it's the other way round."

The laughter continued for a good few minutes, until I had a coughing fit
and had to try and gulp down my cup of tea to stop myself from ejecting a
lung. Gradually the laughter subsided, and I sat back down between Bill and
Bob.

"I know you must get this a lot, but I have never seen a set of identical
twins that are as identical as you two. It's amazing, man."

"You'll be able to tell easily enough once you get to know us a
bit. Besides, there are a couple of physical differences." Said one.

"Yeah, " said the other "like the fact that you have a much smaller penis
than me."

"Bitch!" The first exclaimed, and jumped upon the other, dragging him to
the floor and pinning his hands on the carpet behind his head. "Lets see it
then! Chris, you grab his feet, Dave you get those shorts down!"

The one being pinned was giggling as he half-struggled to get free. Chris
leapt from his seat and secured the victim's ankles to the floor by leaning
forward on his hands. I stayed where I was. I didn't feel like I knew the
guy well enough to pull his shorts down, but Chris insisted. "Quick, Dave,
don't be shy!"

I got up from the sofa and as I moved towards them, the victim looked at me
and winked. That was a good sign, if ever I saw one. I leaned between the
upper Billy-Bob's back and Chris' face and grabbed the thin material on
either side of the victim's shorts. With a quick yank, they were down
around his knees, and there was a slapping sound as his erect cock sprung
back against his stomach. I was once again awestruck with what I beheld.

The tops of his legs were completely hairless, as was his six-pack. There
wasn't even a trace of hair running up to his navel. His crotch was a
wonder to behold. His cock was reclined at an angle, but was hard enough
that the tip hovered a good two inches above his belly-button. It was
longer and fatter than either mine or Chris', but was somehow smoother,
with a foreskin that covered all but the very last tip of his glans. Below
the cock, his scrotum looked firm and well-rounded, like a giant
walnut. What little pubic hair he had was contained within a small inverted
parallelogram. At first, I thought it had been trimmed that way, but the
closer I looked, the more I thought that it was natural. Jesus! I was as
hard as granite, now!

The giggling subsided, and we all climbed off Billy-Bob the victim. Chris
looked at me and was about to close my mouth again for me, but I beat him
to it this time.

"So what do you think?" Asked Billy-Bob the aggressor.

"Difficult to say." I said hesitantly. "I mean, I haven't seen yours, so I
can't make a comparison." I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.

"No, I meant did you like what you saw? We're actually identical in the
genital department too. See?" With that, he dropped his own shorts to the
floor exposing his own member, just as beautiful and hard as his
brother's. He grabbed it and waved it up and down a couple of times, before
pulling his shorts back up over it and looking at me like he was waiting
for an answer to something.

"Very nice!" I nodded, licking my lips involuntarily. "You're both fucking
lovely. Edible, in fact."

"Oh yeah, . " chipped in Billy-Bob the victim, grinning "so how hungry are
you? Fancy a couple of hot hogs?"

"Or better yet, three!" Chris added.

"Sounds cool!" I giggled "Can I try and eat them all at once?"

The three of them looked at one another and shrugged.

"OK."

"Cool!"

"Yeah, why not, eh?"

With that, they stood next to each other and treated me to a show as they
removed everything apart from their socks. In next to no time, there were
three fantastically beautiful naked lads in front of me, with their hard
dicks pointing at the ceiling. I just looked at them for a few minutes
until Chris, standing between Bill & Bob, brought me back to reality again.

"Come on then Dave, . get yer kit off, you sexy bastard!" He beamed.

Without further delay, I got undressed as gracefully as I could with three
pairs of eyes watching my every move. I was now as naked as they were and
stood in front of Chris, as the twins closed in the flanks and all four
faces met in the middle and began swapping saliva with everyone else. At
first, I was surprised to see Bill & Bob kissing each other so
passionately. I hadn't expected it at all. It's not that I have a downer on
incest, as I really don't have an opinion other than "If it feels good, do
it." I mean, how could it be wrong for two lads who love each other to
extend their love to include physicality, just because they are related?
It's not like they could get pregnant and have mutant children, or anything
like that.

Whilst the kissing continued, the various hands started to wander over the
various bodies and I felt one or both of the twins pressing down on my
shoulders. I slid slowly to my knees, kissing and licking left, right, and
centre as I went, until my knees met the carpet and my eyes beheld the
crotches before me. I remember thinking that this could well be the most
erotic thing that I would ever see in my life. At least, at that point in
time I couldn't think of anything that could beat it.

I licked my lips to get them as wet as possible, then grabbed each of the
twin's dick's in either hand, pulling them towards my mouth, whilst at the
same time, moving my mouth towards Chris' wet cock. It took some
manoeuvring, but I finally got into a position where all three penises were
touching and I was able to rub my lips and tongue from left to right mixing
three lots of pre-cum with my own saliva. It would have been nice if it had
been possible to get all three dicks into my mouth at the same time but,
try as I might, I couldn't do it and was forced to settle for doing the
three of them in combinations of two at a time. I was so sexed-up I didn't
feel the need to touch myself at all. There were hands all over my head and
shoulders, and moans, groans and kisses in the air above me. My cock was
rock solid to the point where it ached for attention, but I knew if I
touched it, I would shoot very quickly. The dripping organs in front of me
were hard enough not to need support, so I moved each of my hands to the
twins' buttocks, and gently stroked each smooth, firm cheek. Occasionally,
I would allow the tips of my fingers to just barely graze down the crack
and across their puckered rosebuds. Each time I did this, they shuddered a
little and emitted muffled gasps. I could hear Chris gasping occasionally
and decided to feel my way underneath his balls to find out what was
happening. I could feel two fingers sliding in and out of his tight
ring. As one was pushed in, the other was pulled out almost completely, and
so it continued with the twins' fingers see-sawing Chris' arsehole. He was
loving it, and wasn't too far from cumming, so I resolved to try and get
all of us off at the same time. I brought my fingers to my lips and coated
them with the mixture of semen and saliva in my mouth. My hands returned to
the twin's arses and eased a finger into each simultaneously. They groaned
and writhed their buttock as I pushed further into them, exploring, looking
for that especially sensitive spot. I must have got lucky and hit both of
them at exactly the right moment in exactly the right place, because
without warning, they began to shoot streams of warm jizz all over my face
and neck. Chris had seen them cumming and before the twins' last spurts had
started to shoot. He fired one volley straight into my left eye, and it
stung like hell. I suppose that's what they mean by cum-uppance. Once the
jets of cum subsided to a slow ooze, I took each cock in turn and licked
and sucked it clean for it's panting and moaning owner. Once the heavy
breathing subsided, Chris pulled me up onto my feet and drew the brothers
an me together, so that they could each taste their own and the others' cum
from my mouth.

"Fuck! ." Chris panted "I need a joint." And with that, he kissed me softly
and sat down on the sofa to begin construction.

The twins looked at each other, smiled and said in perfect synchronicity
"Now it's your turn, Dave." They grinned devilishly and started to circle
me like a pair of wild dogs looking for the optimum moment to strike. Soon,
one of them was kneeling in front of me and the other behind. Knowing I
must have been close to shooting, they didn't waste time teasing, but
instead one slipped his lips over my raging cock, whilst the other rammed
his tongue straight up my arsehole as far as it would go. They then set up
a rhythm like they were trying to head-butt each other, only my body was in
the way. I placed a hand on top of each head and was about to close my eyes
and go with it when I noticed I could see a reflection of the three of us
in the glass door of the HiFi unit. It was a fabulous sight, me sandwiched
between two of the cutest boys I have ever seen. I was loving it, big time,
and before long I got that aching feeling probably half way between their
tongues that told me I would cum any minute. The twins sensed this too, and
increased the urgency of their movements. That was it for me. My head was
already fucked from the skunk-weed, and I'm certain I nearly blacked-out
from too much pleasure.

"Hmmmmm! . Ah! . I'm . cumming . Oh, wow! . Fu__ck!!! . Hnnnnnngg!!"

The Billy-Bob behind me stood up and wrapped his smooth arms around my
chest and watched me twitching as I pumped my sperm into his brother's
throat.

"That's it, Dave. Fill him up with it, he loves it. Don't you Bill? Yes,
. you do, you dirty little poof. You filthy no good faggot, drink Dave's
spunk, drink it all."

Bill did as he was told and didn't let so much as a single drop escape. He
licked me clean and stood up to join Bob and me in another snogging
session. After a couple of minutes, we all collapsed on the sofa. It was
only designed for two adults, but there were four of us piled on it, with
arms and legs everywhere. It must have looked for all the world like a game
of Twister that had gone horribly and tragically wrong, but somehow we all
seemed to be comfortable. Having said that, the Superdover we had smoked
was so good, I would have felt quite comfortable inside a hydraulic car
crusher!