Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 05:57:45 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 22 (Alexander VI... surprise) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 22 (Alexander VI... the surprise) by Donny Mumford Bobby's first fuck was a wild ride alright, but for his first time it went pretty well. Of course it was over too quickly for me to have an orgasm, but that's no problem because now it's my turn to fuck him, and of course he's nervous again. What the hell, I was nervous my first time getting fucked. Being nervous is understandable, but I'm kinda proud that there's something about me that made Joey, and now Bobby, choose me to experience their first time being fucked. Having another boy's cock inside your body, as in gay intercourse, is an exciting and scary first time gay experience fer sure. The fact that two gay boys picked me to do it with is something I don't take lightly. Cristobal was considerate and gentle with my first time and I'm passing that forward. Hoping to calm his nerves, I share with Bobby my own nervousness before my first time. Then I assure him I'll go slow and stop if he feels pain, or if he changes his mind about doing it now, we'll stop altogether. Bobby's like, "I'm nervous Oliver, but I'm not changing my mind. I can't pass up this opportunity, and that's especially true because it's with you. No way could I hope for someone better to do it with my first time than you; you're perfect. Can we make-out first though?" Without saying a word, I put my hands on either side of his face and kiss him gently on the lips and we're soon into a wild make-out with lots of body rubbing and spit swapping from both of us. I'm fascinated with his legs, which have a normal about of hair for most guys, except me and a few others I know who are more or less hairless there. I like rubbing the palm of my hand up and down his leg feeling the hairiness, and then rub my hand up the back of his thigh and squeeze his great bubble butt ass. We squirm around naked on the backseat of his mother's shitbox car. When Bobby gets half a boner going for him, I break off the kiss and get between his legs on the wide seat, then squeeze some Vaseline from the tube, getting a gob on my finger. His big eyes stare at me, as I ask him, "Can ya scoot towards me a little?" When he does I hold his balls out of the way with my left hand and reach under to push the Vaseline up his asshole. He continues staring into my eyes with his lips parted, so I give in a little reassuring smile. More Vaseline is squeezed on my finger and this time I push my finger all the way in his rectum, without a complaint from Bobby. His eyes open wider as his sphincter muscle closes tightly on my finger. I'd already done this earlier, but I'm mostly concerned with loosening his anus and sphincter muscle now; he has the tightest hole I've ever experienced, not that I've experienced that many. When I've finger fucked him for a bit, a low moan slips from his throat and his eyes blink quickly as his sphincter ring again closes on my finger. The rest of the Vaseline goes on my index fingers and I gently force both fingers inside him, getting a grimace from Bobby, but no actual complaint. When I'm smoothly finger fucking him with both fingers, Bobby quietly says, "That feels good, Oliver," and then he sucks on his bottom lip grunting at the sexy feel in his ass. He's ready now, so I slide him around getting him laying longways on the seat. I'm on my knees in between his legs; I spread his legs and push them back towards him a hand on each ankle. This lifts his ass up so his anus is four or five inches off the seat, and I quietly ask, "Could ya hold your left leg back, Bobby?" He nods, gasping a little with anticipation, holding his leg back by wrapping his forearm around it. With my hand freed-up, I finger his hole a half dozen more times, then line up my cock and press forward just until the head of my boner is spreading the lips of his anus. Bobby goes, "Oh," but that's all he has to say about that. The Vaseline glistens around Bobby's anus in the moonlight, matching the glistening in his eyes. Nodding at him, with a smile of encouragement on my lips, I lean forward putting pressure against his hole, then a fairly hard hump of my hips get's the head of my cock to pop funky inside him disappearing on the other side of his sphincter ring. Bobby goes, "Ohhhhhhhh, that felt good," which surprises the hell out of me. I quietly murmur, "Feels nice, huh Bobby. See, no need to be nervous," and I slowly slide my throbbing boner up his slippery, but ridiculously tight rectum trying to keep a slight smile on my face when actually I'd like to moan from the pleasure I'm feeling from my cock. His tight sphincter muscle is like a ring around my boner shaft that's a size too small, and the many sensations on my cock have already stimulated it enough that it increases in girth. Half inch by half inch, I push in with his ring strangling my cock with every tiny thrust until I'm all the way in and my hairless balls rest gently on his ass cheek. He goes, "Mmmmmmmm! Ooooh, soooo nice, this feels so good..." and he leans forward to hug around my waist which tightens his hole even more and a low long, "Oooohhh," leaves my lips. Fully impaling him with my cock has it sizzling with awesome sensations, I lean down to him and lay the side of my face against his for a few seconds as I take a deep quiet breath trying to maintain some kind of cool, but it feels so sensational and he's being so awesome about it, I'd like to cheer for both of us. It's some kind of miracle that his first experience having a hard cock pushed up that tight hole of his hasn't caused him any pain, and in fact has him swooning with pleasure. I expected him to be howling in pain. Straightening up again, I pull my boner back slowly as he's going, "Aaaaah, I can't believe how good it feels having your cock up my ass, it's crazy good," and, as I'm pushing it back in a little quicker, he starts moaning again, mumbling, "More, Oliver, faster, please," so I hump in all the way quickly, then start rhythmic thrust the full length of my boner and he squirms on the seat moaning constantly. It's fantastic watching him writhing with sexual pleasure while all the time the feeling on my boner is electric hot and tighter than tight. My eyes water with the pleasure of that wonderfully tight grip all along the full length of my cock, and the swollen cock head is now leaving a trail of precum up and down his rectum. This is beyond belief and if I don't slow down I'll hardly last longer than Bobby did, and that would be embarrassing. The sounds of our bodies connecting, my groin and his ass, "Slap, slap, slap," echo in the car as Bobby continues groaning and moaning sounds of sexual arousal and pleasure. It's not long before I find myself joining him with my own moans and groans of deep sexual sensations; sensations so indescribably pleasurable only intercourse could produce them. My cock's pumping back and forth in Bobby's incredible ass creating intense sensations that spread out from my cock and balls to circulate my body causing shivers and shudders of sexual arousal. During the ten minutes or so of fucking that tight tunnel, his hole never loosens up and sheer will power delays my desperate need to climax, but that need's built now to undeniable climatic proportions and there's no way I can hold off much longer. Abandoning all pretenses of being cool and experienced about this, my head is back and my face scrunches-up from the intense sensations associated with climax. I'm making pathetic whimpering sounds feeling ecstatically sexy. I plow him five times more, faster than his rabbit fuck, and then a high pitched squeal from me as I fire a burning stream of cum through my boner, pumping it deep inside his bowels as my shoulders shudder and my toes cramp in my silk slippers. The ride is slipperier now, but still tight as hell slamming by boner up into him grunting with my teeth clenched together and my brain overloaded with feelings of incredibly sexy sensations from the inside of my thighs, where it throbs almost painfully, to my toes and the hair follicles on top of my head. Another long low grunt follows and a second stream of cum is pumped into his body even as the first shot is drooling out and slushing between my crotch and Bobby's buttocks. More spurts of cum from my balls, balls that are tight against my body. This fuck is one for the record books. Bobby's face is scrunched up now too as he's doing that, "Mmmmmmm" sound over and over, bouncing up off the seat squeezing his already incredibly tight hole even tighter. I squealed all through my climax, like it's my first time too. Amazingly, Bobby has a second climax and he's carrying on about about it much like his first one. The "Mmmm,' turns to desperate grunts of pleasure as he fires off two sprays of watery cum that wet his crotch, and mine too, while he's groping at his boner, then stroking that fat thing wildly. This kid is hot' he's gonna make some gay boy awfully excited and happy. All I can do is marvel at how the sensations kept piling on, one on top of the other during this fuck, and now as I try to recognize each one for full pleasure impact it seems they all blended together as Bobby's squirming like mad and his asshole becomes almost too tight, but it's truly fantastic having my boner so tightly enclosed in his sexy rectum. I'm still pumping his ass absently, but the head of my cock quickly gets too tender so I pull out and Bobby lifts his ass up off the seat, murmuring, "Ooooh," seemingly not wanting my cock out of him, "No, Oliver, don't," but I'm out now and he sighs in deep sexual pleasure. That make me feel so good, like I gave Bobby the best gift I could, a perfect first time fuck. He purrs, "Nothing can feel that good, Oliver. I wouldn't have thought it even possible." Bobby's talking in a very slow, low voice. Myself, generally speaking, I prefer getting fucked more than doing the fucking, although that's excellent too, but this boy's ass makes me rethink that. From his reaction, I'm guessing Bobby would rather be a bottom too. He's experienced top and bottom only once, so he could change his mind. I'm thinking, 'I didn't let him down'. I still can't believe it didn't hurt him, but we all have different degrees of sensitivity in our assholes, and in pain tolerance too. It's a medical fact that the anus is full of sensitive spots, more so in some guys than others. I lay on top of him, belly to belly with that funky blanket on top of me and the wet fun spot from my ass earlier coldly laying on my thigh. The sides of our faces together we mostly breathe onto each other's shoulders coming down off our sexual highs. Bobby's first gay fuck surprised him at how great it felt, and that doesn't always happen. Joey enjoyed his first time with me too. Could it be I have a talent for introducing boys to the charms of gay fucking? Perhaps I should forget about Penn altogether and open a gay fuck clinic instead. Dream on, Oliver, but Bobby is one boy who just might end-up actively searching for a fuck buddy; that's how much he seemed to enjoy it. When we're breathing regularly again, Bobby asks if I'd do him again tonight, and I reply, "I wish I could, but I'm exhausted. How 'bout a rain check?" He mutters, "Any time, Olive. I loved you fucking me, you're awesome and I think I'm in love." I chuckle, and then he asks a serious question. "Do you think other gay boys can fuck me as good as you?" I go, "Probably, I'm fairly new at it myself." He thinks about that for a second, then asks, "Well, how often do you think it'd be okay for me to be fucked in one night?" I laugh and ask, "Are you serious?" He goes, "Yeah, I am," so I say, "It's different for everyone, you decide that one for yourself. Two or three times is probably good." Talking about gay sex with Bobby is fun, but I've never felt as tired as I do at this moment. The tiredness came on me fast, waves of exhaustion that just overwhelm me. Bobby's watch reads four-ten in the morning. Reluctantly, I tell Bobby we need to call it a night. He agrees, but still hesitated a little before moving around to sit up. Bumping against each other, we get dressed and then we're both quiet during the short ride to Alexander's condo. Maybe Bobby's having second thoughts about what we did, it wouldn't be unheard of. Nah, he's hooked now; Bobby's a boy who's going to need it, like I think I do. That doesn't make him a bad person so maybe it doesn't make me one either. Driving down the alley at the back of Alexander's condo we stop so I can get out. Bobby's very tired by now too so we just hug for a second and then a quick kiss goodbye. Getting out of that shit box Ford, I watch him drive away, thinking, 'What a night!'. When his tail lights are out of sight, I punch in Alexander's code for the garage doors and go in that way. Upstairs it's very quiet. I'm so exhausted I can hardly stand, but I just have to take a quick shower before bed. Five minutes later I dry myself, put on a pair of Alexander's clean, too-big boxer shorts from a pile stacked on a chair, and with a long sigh, climb in bed next to Alexander. He's deep asleep breathing easily and quietly. Alexander showered before bed too so he feels and smells good. I get up against him as he lays on his left side, put my leg over his, my arm over his chest and my face against the back of his head with very fond feelings for him. That's the last thing I remember until opening my eyes and seeing twelve-thirteen on the digital clock beside the bed. Past noon, huh. I'd slept almost eight hours and I'm still tired, but drag myself out of bed because nature's calling me; both number one and number two and what a relief it is taking care of those matters. Almost as great a relief as brushing my teeth and gargling with mouth wash. After drinking two glasses of orange juice with two Tylenol, I use my cell phone to call home. My purpose is to tell my parents I'd be leaving school soon. Mom answers and as always she makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world. She's always excited when talking on the phone and immediately going into a long explanation that has something to do with arrangements for the neighborhood holiday dinner being changed to tonight. She's sure I wouldn't want to go with all of them from house to house having cocktails in one place and appetizers in another and entree in another, and all that At first I'm at a loss as to what the hell she's talking about, but as she talks on it hits me that this thing, this dinner, means I don't need to be home until tomorrow; or at the earliest, late tonight after the neighborhood thing. Mom apologizes for the change in plans, but it's just background noise now because I'm thinking about what to do with this gift of extra time. One thing's for sure: I positively do not want any type of sex done to my body. So with that in mind, I decide I'd better still plan on going home, but not until later today. Time for more sleep first. When I can get a word in, I tell her, "Oh, don't worry Mom. I'll do a few things here at school and leave later. It's a big help actually, the extra time can be put to good use. I'll see you and dad at home later tonight after your party". She tells me how wonderful I am and finally says goodbye. After hanging up, I get a guilty conscience for lying to her. If she only knew where I was calling from, or what I've been up to recently. Whoa! Feeling bad I crawl back in bed and drift off into a dream filled sleep. The dream's something about someone, my mother maybe, catching me jerking off in bed as a young teen. Did that ever really happen to me? Probably. Dozing in and out of a fitful sleep I feel cool lips on my forehead and open my eyes and see a beaming Alexander holding half a sandwich, looking down at me. Energy swirls around him as he gives me his hundred watt smile, then says, "Hello, sleeping beauty," and he holds his half sandwich down to my lips. Taking a bite I discover it's chicken salad on rye, and it's very tasty. I mutter, "Yum." Alexander feeds the rest of the half sandwich to me in five bites, smirking handsomely at me as I chew each mouthful. Then I stare at him while he eats the other half sandwich because he somehow makes it look sexually suggestive with each bite. Still staring in my eyes, but saying nothing, he twists the cap off a bottle of Pepsi and swallows three or four ounces before tilting the bottle in my direction. Lifting up on my elbows with my head back I take a couple of swallows as he feeds it to me like he's giving a baby a bottle. He finishes off the bottle while we continue our silent, mutual staring. There's something so sexy about him, but maybe it's not just something, maybe it's everything about him that's sexy. Whatever, he sure knows how to mesmerize me. Done his lunch, he brakes the silence abruptly by pinching my nose, telling me, "You're so fucking cute I can hardly stand it!". He unnecessarily explains he's on a quick lunch break and they're behind schedule in the barbershop. Firing up a Marlboro he tells me, with smoke pouring out of his mouth, he needs to get back downstairs, but he's so glad I haven't left yet. Smiling at him as he smokes, he goes on to tell me how sorry he is that last night got so screwed-up. He tries explaining how he got caught up with this kid he'd promised to screw. That disjointed explanation led into how he's pissed that he and I didn't have time together last night, making it seem like it's the fault of the kid he fucked. Like I've said before, Alexander doesn't even realize how absurd he can be at times. He means well. Continuing to talk fast and low I need to concentrate hard to follow his rationalizations, but finally he runs out of gas and ruffles my short hair, then he holds his cigarette to my lips for me to take a drag. Giving his absurd explanations and feeding me that sandwich and soda somehow made me feel like a little kid; he can do that to me quite easily. To be a brat I purposely lip the end of his cigarette badly and he chuckles and called me a cute ball buster. Stubbing out the cigarette butt in the Pepsi cap, he sits on the edge of the bed looking handsome, then gets his arm around my neck pulling my face to his for a long kiss on my cheek before telling me how good I smell. Then a long wet kiss on my mouth after which his tongue goes right inside and I suck on it; it taste like a cigarette and a little like chicken salad too. After the sloppy kiss he tells me."When we get together again, in three weeks or so, I'll make up for our lost time last night." He makes it seem like I'm a pouting little kid, my bottom lip sticking out with disappointment, because he didn't fuck me. Then he leans down and whispers a few dirty things we'll be doing together in a few weeks, and as silly as it sounds, it the dirty talk gives me half a hard on. It's a little after two o'clock in the afternoon now as Alexander whispers sexy things to me. Two hours ago the last thing in the world I wanted was sex, but now listening to Alexander I'm so sure about that. He says he has hair cutting appointments till seven o'clock tonight and if I can stay till then, he'll fuck me hard with that long cock of his; he'll do me so hot I'll be begging him for more. It's tempting, but I've already told my Mom I'd be home tonight and once Alexander starts having sex with me I'd probably end up spending the night with him, so I beg off. He settles for another kiss and a crotch grope. I'm feeling good: my ass, my groin, and the rest of me is feeling relaxed, rested, and nice after all this time in bed. When Alexander goes back to work I lay there happily thinking about the past day; a day that's been full of such sexy fun. After awhile I doze off to a fitful sleep once again. The next thing I'm aware of is loud pounding of feet coming up the outside stairs on the run. What the? The bedroom door burst open and freshly barbered Noah and Nathan, in unison, shout, "Surprise!" and they laugh like mad when I ask, "What?" Glancing at the bed side clock I see it's five-fifteen in the afternoon. I've been in bed for over thirteen hours and slept through most of it. As usual, the boys are surrounded with palpable energy that's very much like their brother, Alexander. I wonder what Mrs North feeds her boys? Nathan points at me excitedly, saying, "Look Noah, Alexander gave our Oliver another big hickey! Look at that thing!" My hand goes involuntarily to last night's hickey as they both jump up and down in one spot a couple of times, then Nathan adds, "You're so lucky Oliver, Alexander barely has time to give us a kiss anymore." Then, as they slowly walk towards me unzipping their jackets, also in unison, then taking them off to drop on the hardwood floor behind them, I'm thinking, 'Oh no!'. Next to me, they reach behind their necks to grip the collars of their matching dark green Polo golf shirts and pull them over their heads to drop near their jackets. I go, "No, wa, wa, wait," and the boys says, "Oh Oliver, you're so funny," and giggle, while they both wiggle their fingers at me as if I were being a naughty boy. I rustle around under the covers playing with myself wondering what these two are up to now.The twins' upper bodies are so perfectly formed it's startling. This is nuts, but I get panicky when the twins get something in their heads because they can be bulldogs about getting their way and I can't think straight. Stammering, "How did you... where were?...Ah?" My stammering just gets the boys giggling again, still heading slowly towards me. Almost every time I see the twins, Alexander has just cut their strawberry blond hair into a different style. This latest one is now my favorite because it's very boyish looking. It's short on the sides and back with the hair at the crown of their heads too short to lay down so the hairs bristled up there evenly. The rest of the hair on the top of their heads is just long enough to comb down flat toward the front, and the hairs are combed up straight at their foreheads in front. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize the reason this is a great haircut for the twins; it highlights their fabulous faces. I think, 'The twins are so cute, so beautiful really, that their looks relegate everyone else into second place, and lower, where good looks are concerned, including Frankie, Bobby, whoever'.The boys act so nonchalant, so unaware actually, about their own good looks it's incomprehensible; they seem oblivious or uninterested in how uniquely fantastic their appearance is. In between fits of laughter they both have mischievous grins on their faces; their dark pink, puffy bow-shaped lips part slightly showing smallish, bright white teeth. Dimples on both sides of their cheeks and that adorable little chin they both have; neither has ever felt the insult of a zit or a blemish of any kind. Almost at the same time, they both wipe under their pug noses with the back of their right wrist and then kicked off their sneakers, unsnap their jeans, and walk out of them. I want to say something, but I start to stutter again so stop in mid sentence. It's impossible not to stare at them. Freckles across the bridge of their noses and big, bright light-green eyes that shimmer. Curvy light brown long eyelashes and narrow blond eyebrows. Their ears stick out dramatically from the closely clipped hair at the sides of their heads, almost as if to remind us, 'See, we're not perfect!' Ah, but you are. The twins are one in twenty million; every aspect of their looks compliments every other part perfectly. They've go all world, teen-boy looks. And, it never stops; there's the flawless light complexion of their faces which always looks just scrubbed clean, and that same perfect skin exist all over the rest of their bodies too. Wearing just socks and jockey shorts they stand touching shoulders at the foot of Alexander's king size bed, both of them staring at me; I'm gawking back at them as if they're a mirage. I'd gotten a quick look at their long, thin, well defined almost hairless legs when they did their foot fetish and now that they've dropped their jeans I get to see them again. Their tight upper bodies are thin too, but not skinny with perfect muscular definition in all the right places and the same for their bare, almost hairless arms. There's some pale blond, almost invisible short fine hairs on their forearms and lower calves, but the light needs to be just right to see it. With difficulty, I manage to say, "Put your clothes back on guys, I've got to get going, and anyway how did you know I was here?" After laughing again, and without paying any attention to my instructions to get dressed, they explain that they'd had their scheduled haircut with Alexander and Anthony, and were in the care to drive back home when Noah spots my Mini Cooper parked at the curb down from the barbershop. Nathan parked right away, they jumped out and stormed up the back stairs of the condo to surprise me. Hardly believing they're right here in front of me, confused, I ask, "You guys drive now?" Noah goes, "Duh, we're sixteen, Oliver," as they exchange glances and bump fists. I mumble, "Oh," and then, what the hell I'm glad to see them, so I tell them, "Whatever, it's great to see you both again. It's always exciting! Come on, give me a kiss". Nathan took it for granted I'd be glad to see them so he ignores my comments in that regard, but the kiss is another matter altogether. Nathan's saying, "Wait till you see what we've been working on, Oliver. Right, Noah?" Noah nods his head at that, but's mostly interested in that kiss I'd mentioned. He has always been their leader in the kissing department and he comes right up to the side of the bed; the French kiss he puts on me is so hot and very practiced. That's both their favorite kiss, the French one. Others have done it better with me, like Randy Rider for, but this sixteen year old's mouth is tasting real special, it's so fresh and crisp and clean. Noah's saliva so clear and bubbly, his pink tongue so strong and eager with tons of feeling in every move of his kiss. Plus, I love hearing that teen boy's moaning from down deep in his throat and his thin, strong arms around my neck, it gets me aroused. The smell of him is delicious too. All during the kiss Noah's brother, Nathan, is talking about something, as he rummages in the bedside table's drawer right beside us. I can't really follow what he's saying though because all I can think about is Noah and his kiss. However, I do notice Nathan removing his socks and jockey underpants; I can't help but notice he's completely naked now. And then, just like that, the kiss is over and Nathan's looking at us, saying, "Scoot over to the middle of the bed for Noah, Oliver" I go, Huh?" but without thinking I move over unable to stop looking at naked Nathan, staring mostly at his five inch, chubby soft cock with it's large head. Directly behind his cock is his pink-skinned nut sack hanging there happily with both the nuts showing nicely, one higher than the other; the whole package sprouts out from the sparse blond pubes that are so neat they look as if they'd been barbered. Noah drops his own jockey shorts and hops backwards onto the edge of the bed, as I go, "Wait!" He just smiles at me over his shoulder. Noah, of course, has the same chubby five inch cock as Nathan, but Noah's is semi-hard from our kiss. As he hopped up on the edge of the bed it appears his legs are too long for his body somehow. The twins are five feet, five inches tall and their legs must to be the longest part of that. Noah, with his back to me, his legs hanging over the side of the bed, pulls off his socks and is now completely naked like his brother. He squirms around on the bed and crawls under the covers head first. I think, 'Head first?' Everything the twins does is unexpected; it makes me dizzy trying to keep up with them. Noah's head, then his shoulders, disappear under the covers as he squirms his way down toward the foot of the bed, his smelly bare feet bumping around my neck and face on the way down as his cold hand grips inside the waistband of my underwear and drags Alexander's too big boxers off my waist and down around my feet, with Noah giggling under the covers all the way down to the foot of the bed. I try grabbing at the boxers, but they're gone and now I'm naked too. The sheet feels so sexy on my shaved, hairless groin. Some more rustling under the covers at the bottom of the bed and out pops Noah's head. He flicks the covers off my feet and holds up my underwear in his fist, waving them triumphantly at Nathan. I go, "Noah, get out from under there, I'm getting pissed off, and throws those underpants to me." Both the twins say together, "You're so funny, Oliver." It's damn frustrating dealing with them. Nathan saunters down to the foot of the bed laughing along with Noah, then swats the back of Noah's newly barbered head. "Gotcha for swats," he says and Noah looks back up at me, still waving the underwear; then, with a big smile nods his head indicating that yes, Nathan had indeed gotten him, and wasn't that funny. Man, these two are something to see in action together, it's like they're choreographed. Noah, under the covers at the foot of the bed naturally and casually as can be, picks up my foot and puts my big toe in his mouth and begins sucking on it noisily like it's a lollipop. Trying to pull my foot away from him, but he's laying on the length of my leg, his hardening cock just above my knee, on my thigh. Nathan, in a matter of fact manner explains, "Oh, it's okay Oliver, Noah and me have that foot fetish, remember?" With that he leans down, grabs the ankle of my other leg and licks my foot from the heel slowly up to the back of my toes and then in between each toes. I grunt out, "No guys, don't!" No surprise, they both ignore me. Noah puts all my toes in his mouth and laps across the front of them with his tongue, back and forth, back and forth and it is sexy. He has a full blown boner by now of course, and he's squirming on my leg creating a mini jerk-off for his hard cock against my thigh. His boner's quickly wet with drooling pre cum., and I'm disconcerted, to say the least. Noah's bare feet reach almost to my chin and I can smell the foot odor, which is more or less normal in teens when they've had their feet in sneakers all day. Wondering if I'd actually have the guts to suck on his toes like he's doing to mine, I decide that's a big 'no'. He stretches his foot back so that now his toes are bumping into my nose and they feel damp and are a little dirty between the toes. The thing is, the twin's have long narrow feet that are beautifully and perfectly formed, like a drawing except at the moment these two feet are a bit dirty and smelly. What the hell, changing my mind I reach over and grab his left foot and guide the toes into my mouth. Yuck initially, but I suck a bit more to give it a chance, then I put my nose on the bottom of his foot and lick behind his toes, but that does nothing for me either; in fact, I have a strong urge to spit. Probably I have had a strange expression on my face too, because of the bad taste licking his foot, Nathan notices me and in that clear sweet voice they both have, says, "We won't bother you with this foot thingie for long Oliver, we just want a taste, but thanks for trying it." He looks at me with the cutest look of anticipation on his face. He's so sincere and so innocent with his comment I dumbly nod, and actually lick the arch of Noahs foot to show I'm a good sport. Fact is, these two just overwhelm my senses and take over my brain, and they always take the offensive; innocently doing as they please which tends to turn me. Turning my head I subtly spit on the pillow and then again, and after one last spit trying to get the taste of his foot out of my mouth, I heave the pillow off the other side of the bed. The boys couldn't care less as they slurp and lick, and suck on different parts of my feet. There's noticeable moaning and heavy breathing from the twins now, but no playing with themselves yet. It's difficult to identify each individual foot activity the twins are involved in from one moment to the next; a lot of spit and caressing with their tongues and lips. It feels like they might be dragging their nostrils against the bottom or top of my feet at times too, but I'm mostly guessing and going by what they'd done to each other the time they insisted I watch their footsie play. Actually it is kind of sexy having two teens sucking my toes. Noah's working on the front of my right foot as he lays on my leg, his hard cock's moved to just below my knee now, and Nathan works on my left foot lapping up behind my toes. Bending down from his standing position at the bottom of the bed, he sucks on my heel which gets me to giggling because Nathan's breath through his nose tickles the arch portion of my foot; I've always been ticklish there. Nathan's busy smelling and sucking my foot while Noah abruptly sits up pulling the covers off me and as he's crawling off my leg he gives Nathan a head nod. Nathan stops what he was doing and with a hand on each of my ankles pulls me down all the way to the foot of the bed. My hairless body slides easily on the sheet with my semi-boner sticking halfway up, leaning to the right. Noah nods his approval, making me think, not for the first time, that Noah is actually the one in charge between these two, and not Nathan, even though he mostly speaks for the two of them. Nathan actually is following undetectable signal instructions from Noah that are mostly undetectable to me. It's always fascinating to watch them in action. My feet are now at the very bottom of the mattress leaving a wide space between the top of my head and the king-size bed's elaborate headboard. Noah carefully straddles one of my legs and sits on it, his knees and the front of his calves flat on the mattress behind him. In a croaking voice, I ask, "What are you up to now, Noah?" Nathan explains, "Oh it nothing, Oliver, we just want to show you the gay sex we've been working on. You didn't want to help us with our gay sex lessons, but we seem to be doing okay with just us two so far. Now we need to see how it will works with someone besides Noah and me, that's all. You're the perfect boy for us to try stuff on and then you can tell us if we're doing it correctly. It'll be fun. Is it okay? Please." I do a fake cough, "What...?" Waiting for Nathan to provide more of an explanation, but I can't help staring at Noah sitting on my leg, who has this wonderful sweet smile on his face; it distracts me and I can't make myself simply say, "No, it's not alright." Apparently that's all the explanation I'm going to get as Nathan goes about his business at the foot of the bed, his boner bouncing in front of him, he appears satisfied he's laid it all out clearly enough so that even I should be able to understand. Noah looks at me, raises his eyebrows, then nods his head as if to verify that Nathan has cleared everything up. As usual, I'm at a loss; it's simply not the sort of thing one expects. The twins' daily lives exist partly in a different universe that most of us, not a dangerous place, just different from the rest of us. One last smile from Noah and a twitch of his pug nose as if he had a little itch there, then he reaches behind him with both hands and stretches apart his buttock cheeks. For some reason the boys apparently decided that flattening ass cheeks is necessary for the sex act they'll be performing. Using little shimmy motions with his knees he begins slowly dragging his flattened ass up my right leg. My whole body gets the shivers as I feel the damp lips of his anus dragging against my leg. It's somewhere between sexy and creepy. My leg bucks involuntarily, but Noah's full weight is on it so it doesn't move much. Taking a peek at me, Noah makes a face like, 'Ain't this the coolest thing!' Across my knee cap he drags his anus, then up my thigh he squirms until he reaches my crotch where he moves over, centering himself so that our crotches match head-on, and he hops up dragging my penis under him, squishing my nuts briefly in the process. Laying flat in bed spellbound, I've been staring down my body, mostly watching Noah's cock and balls get closer and closer, his boner leading the way with his sack full of nuts just bumping along very close behind. This whole maneuver takes only thirty seconds with Noah reflecting a determined look on his face, almost a frown, as if this is a very serious business. I'm still at a loss what this bizarre behavior is leading to. Noah continues coming up my body, now dragging my semi-stiff penis up my belly with him. It's getting sexier as I feel the rosebud lips of his asshole gripping the shaft of my cock. A gasp escaped my throat as I reach out to grab Noah's shoulders to stop him; my cock firming up now, for sure. Noah looks down at me, smiles and sticks his pink tongue out at me, and then gives one of his rare speeches, "Please let go Oliver, this is cool and, oh yeah, we love the way Alexander shaved your body." That was the speech. I croak out, "Huh?" realizing he's put me in one of my trances. The boys are unpredictable as I've said, but completely compelling at all times. He continues bit by bit to drag himself up my cock, lingering on my swollen cock head and twitching his anus lips near my pee slit as I let a lot of air out between my teeth, my whole body stiff as a board. Still holding Noah's shoulders, he smiles innocently and manages to advance onto my belly, leaving my now hard cock behind. His grasping ass lips drag some of my precum from my cock onto my belly button. He's positioned his open, wet, anus lips directly over my bellybutton and there's a sucking sensation on it. I ask, "Um, whats that? Noah?" He giggles and humps my belly button a few times, slightly pulling it up using only the lips of his hole. The twins practiced this on each other, I have no doubt about that. Everything's a big game to them and at the same time, it's a very serious business. Only Noah and Nathan can rationalize that contradiction. Continuing his journey, leaving a damp trail of my precum wetness from his ass lips all the way up the middle of my stomach and onto my chest, and up to my sternum with a knee on each of my biceps pinning me to the bed; it happened so fast it's hypnotizing. To add to my boner's hardness, in my foggy mind I sense Nathan lubing my hole with the KY jelly he'd taken from the bedside table. You have got to be shitting me! Coming out of my fog, I yell, "Jesus, Nathan! No, don't!" and then right after that I can't resist going, "Mmmmm, oh man." Nathan asks, "How bout now, how's this feel, Oliver?" as he pushes his middle finger all the way up inside me and wiggles that long, thin, finger and of course it feels great. A couple of involuntary hip humps, as I mutter, "Oh, um, no, Nathan." By the time I realize that I'm reaching the point of no return with these two, it's already past that point. Oh man, it's not like I instigated this or even encouraged it. Those two are too sure of themselves and so sweet too, I might as well relax and enjoy the ride. First things first though, squirming under Noah's weight, trying to get my right arm's bicep muscle out from under his knee because it hurts, but Noah's oblivious to that and, pressing into both biceps painfully, completes his journey by dragging his spread anus lips up to the front of my shoulders, his crotch bumping into my chin. He does an acrobatic maneuver getting his feet on my biceps, which thankfully doesn't hurt as bad his knees had. His cock's a full-blown boner and the dripping head is almost up my nose as it lay on my face with the fat, wet swollen head next to my nostril. Noah smiles down at me tilting his head slightly to the side as if he expects me to compliment him on his accomplishment. I don't do that, but have to smile back at him because he's just so cute. Smirking at me now he twitches his hips getting his wet boner to slide across my lips. Another smile, then Noah adjusted himself to a comfortable position, almost on my neck and, still spreading his buttocks cheeks with both hands, he absently lifts up his bum, leans slightly forward, and sits right down on my face with his spread hole landing on my mouth. Well it's on my front teeth actually, I'd started to say, "Don't!" as he sat down. He wiggles his ass a little and I open my mouth because he'd caught my bottom lip squashed against my teeth and it hurt like hell. Without me actually thinking about it, my tongue, seemingly on it's own, begins yo lick his hairless asshole. Quickly my concern becomes lack of oxygen and the fear Noah doesn't realize I can't breath, but just as I'm about to panic he adjusts his position and his nuts are now away from my nostrils which allows me to inhaled a lot of air. Oh my God, was his odor here is so youthfully sexy. That being said, lapping his hole is not too pleasant at first because he isn't the cleanest sixteen year old boy in the world. Thankfully the acrid taste fades after a minute or so and I'm able to get my tongue up that teen hole of his a bit, helped by the fact he's spreading a buttock cheek with his hand and I'm able to push my tongue up that rosebud hole of his a little further. Why I'm bothering, I haven't figured out yet. Probably because I have no will power. With his other hand he casually reaches down and plays with his nuts, keeping them away from my nose. I'm captured by Noah, that's what it amounts too; not that I struggled all that much to thwart his progress. Did I mention how hot and sexy he smells down there? After a few minutes of deep rimming, new precum drool out of his hard cock and slides down the side of my face. Noah moans and squirms, then lifts up off my mouth and sits back on my chest; it's very wet on my chest under his asshole. He's gasping and blowing spit out between his teeth, highly aroused and again reinforcing my assumption the twins are as gay as their brother. He lets go of his buttocks cheeks so he can stroke his boner while grunting out words so low they're unintelligible. Slowly he backs off my chest entirely and sits back on my belly again taking deep breaths as precum drools from his cock onto my chest. His cute face is bright red and there's perspiration on his upper lip as he continues with the deep breathing, spraying a fine mist of saliva with each breath; this boy is very sexually aroused and obviously wickedly turned on by the rimming. None of us has uttered a word for the past five minutes or so. Gaining his composure, Noah leans his head down close to mine and, in an out of breath manner, whispers in my ear, "That rimming was better than Nathan can do it, Oliver". Another speech from Noah which is kind of unprecedented. His voice is an exact duplicate of Nathan's, but's rarely heard so it's a bit weird hearing it right at this moment, and almost scary. Noah then kisses me, which isn't scary at all and, totally under his spell, I engage in a long French kiss with him, which he's very adapt at. Just when I think we're coming to an end of the boy's playtime, Nathan, who has been silently watching our every move, while playing with his boner, stops watching and begins pushing his finger up my rectum again. It all simply too stimulating for me to try putting a stop to, plus I'm almost as aroused as Noah by now, and it's feeling too good, and I'm too far gone, gone, gone anyway. Nathan hums off tune as he rigorously finger fucks me. When Noah's done with our kiss, he rubs his nose back and forth against mine nine or ten times; like I said, the two of them have me hopelessly aroused. Noah puts a hand on each side of my shoulders as he inches back up close to my chin until he's almost sitting on my collar bones, and makes his third speech of the afternoon, "Open, Oliver," and, in my trance again, I open my mouth as he leans up and guides his chubby, five inch cock onto my tongue. The head of his cock is what I call a helmet head because of it's shape; it's quite a bit wider then the shaft. He puts his damp right hand on the back of my neck and his other hand on my forehead, pulling the back of my neck up and pushing my forehead back, he gets my head bent way back, my neck straining with the effort. The fat helmet head of his cock lays on my tongue as I mutter, "Mump for umph, ah?" Ignoring my garbled mumblings Noah pushes his cock even more firmly into my mouth, and as he slowly sits down a little lower, his fat cock head pushing against the roof of my mouth. With a series expression on his face, Noah leans forward and down, his belly over my face, pushing his boner against the back of my throat and after a gaging sound from me it slides down my throat with him laying completely flat on my face, his boner actually pushes down my throat another inch. Those silky pubes of his are on my teeth and tickling my upper lip with some of them up my nostrils. Again I can't breath, but my boner is alive as sexy sensations dance from the head to the root getting my balls buzzing and churning spunk. My boner's so stiff and stretched it's standing straight up from my shaved pubic area with precum rolling out of my pee slit and down my boner to pool on my bare belly. Wanting to groan from the sexual stimulations zinging around my pelvic area, but I can't with a full mouth and throat, but somehow a very muffled moan of pleasure manages to escape as Nathan pushes his second finger up inside me and begins fucking my ass with two fingers now. His fingers are long and thin so they don't hurt at all; they feel awesome actually. Noah slowly sits up and just as slowly his cock pulls up out of my throat and when I can breathe in again the smell of teen boy Noah is strong and totally sexy. I'm wondering what I like the best: the way Noah's crotch smells, the way his teen cock tastes, or the oxygen that's so desperately needed. My cock is soooo hard, and feels sooooo good. When I don't think it's possible to get any sexier, Nathan began lathering KY jelly on my rock hard cock, stroking it with his tight fist a half dozen times getting me moaning and squirming under Noah's weight, just casually Noah leans forward, pushing his cock down my throat again. Now it's all about that sweet tasting cock, and his precum has a nice taste to it too. My mind's all over the place trying to keep track of the various sensations. My body feels hot and tingly, and that squirmy feeling in my balls and all those great hot spots in my rectum are signaling me with erotic messages with every push of Nathan's slippery fingers. My major concern's become my own cock and how to get it to fire off my building orgasm through it's pulsating head; I need to have cum spewing from my balls, up my erected cock, forcefully shooting out of the stretched pee slit. I'm right on the verge of blowing a major load when Nathan stops stroking my boner. He stopped two strokes short of lift off and I want to scream because my need to climax is so freaking strong. Noah's casually fucking my throat with his chubby five inch boner again, bouncing up and down on my face as he does it. He's really feeling it, making gargling sounds in his throat with each bounce. When I think I'm going to pass-out from lack of oxygen, he pulls up and out going, "Ahhhhh ohhh. OOOOh," stroking his chubby cock with a tight fisted hand only a few times before a hard stream of creamy cum smacks against my nose, and then a second stream of creamy teen cum hit's my forehead. His teeth clenched, his eyes like slits, he frantically pushes the head of his cock against my lips and across my front teeth until I open my mouth to take his teen cock back in to suck his young nuts dry. Noah's literally hopping up and down on my neck and shoulders moaning with erotic pleasure. The bed squeaks slightly as Nathan climbs up and sits in between my legs on the bed, behind Noah. He watches Noah shoot cum down my throat. Ready to blow my load again with a screaming thought in my head, 'Somebody jerk my boner!' Noah's still keeping my arms immobile, and I inly need a stroke or two more. It's getting to be a real sexual frustration. Nathan turns his attention away from Noah and, in a business like manner, spreads my legs and pulls them up on either side of his neck, lifting my ass off the bed. Noah, with his cock back in his fist stroking it lazily, turns his head to watch his brother as my legs lean against Nathan's shoulders and, with no hesitation, he forces the fat helmet head of his boner right up my ass. I groan in pain at first, and then moan in pleasure, shocked at the audacity of both the twins. The second thrust in and out of my hole has me locking my feet behind Nathan head and concentrating on the feel of that chubby teen helmet headed cock plowing my rectum. It's the perfect size to feel wonderful as I'm rolling my head back and forth on the pillow with the sexual pleasures that have been building for twenty minutes or so. Noah plays with himself right in front of my face as he sits on my chest, continuing to look back watching his brother fucking me. Nathan's fucking me with deliberate, steady, unhurried longish humps up my ass, all the way in, then almost all the way out, bringing pleasure to himself while doing the same for me. Nathan holds my legs against his body lovingly as he expertly fucks me. Biting my lip I hold off for just a couple of more humps in and out of me, now trying not to blow my load because it's so sexually stimulating I want to enjoy feeling my pending climax longer. Nathan stops fucking, leaving his cock up my ass as Noah scoots back a little and lifts his ass off my belly. I can't see him do it, but I feel Nathan positioning my dripping boner at Noah's hole. Keeping my legs locked at the ankles behind Nathan's head to ensure his cock doesn't pull out of me, I stay as still as I can with great anticipation. In about two seconds every fraction of a square inch of my boner is going to be encased in a tight, tight flesh and skin package generating sensations of ecstasy that has my hips humping and my boner twitching in Nathan's hand. Any second I'll be shooting off my overdue climax. In agonizingly slow fashion, with Nathan up on his knees, his ass over my boner, Noah's finally satisfied my cock head is positioned just right, gives Nathan a nod. Nathan hesitates a second then sits down on it and my boner slides tightly way up inside him. He and I, at the same instance groan, "Ohhhhhhh." When I do my, "Ohhhhhhh," I blow saliva in the air grabbing the front of both that beautiful boy's thighs trying to hump up deeper into his great ass. Noah leans his head forward slowly until his forehead is resting on my shoulder, the spiked hairs in the front of his new haircut tickled my chin as I immediately let go of his legs and hug him around his shoulders and neck. With Nathan's cock up my hole and my cock up Noah's hole, there are a thousand sexually stimulating sensations racing all around my hot, buzzing groin area. All these sensations crazily slam into each other and it's a totally new, fantastically erotic experience for me, but it's impossible to keep up with all the awesome stimulation my brain's receiving. Noah moans in pleasure and I feel his spit on my neck. My cock's up Noah's ass sort of pointing at my face as he begins riding my boner with his newly formed boner tight between our bellies. His forehead rubs against the side of my jaw lightly when he moves forward and he's dragging his tongue on my neck and shoulder as he moved away. I'm in full sexual moaning mode, "Ohhhh, mmmm, ahhhh," with every move Noah makes. He tightens his sphincter ring with each slide forward and it's creating truly unbelievable sensations in my nuts and the head of my cock. My ass has never been filled with cock better and there's only one more thing in the world I want at this moment, and that's for Nathan to start fucking me again. I'm insane with the need to climax being right on the edge for the last ten minutes. Nathan's still in my hole, but he's watching his brother, who's basically fucking himself on my erection. I'm gasping for air thinking that every push or pull of Noah's ass on my incredibly hard boner will be the one to set loose my eager sperm boys racing out of my nuts and up my poker of a boner and out into his ass. Nathan watches for a few seconds longer, grunts and then starts plowing his fat stubby cock the rest of the way up my ass and resumes fucking me with his unique, rough style. The twins quickly fall into a perfect rhythm and all I can do is writhe under Noah making continuous whiny sounds of ecstatic pleasure, one right after the other, "Mmmmm...aah... aah...aah aah...aah, oooh!.." In ninety seconds my entire body convulses so hard Noah almost loses his balance as I let out one last, "Aaaaaaaah", blowing another stream of spit out between my lips as my muscles contract in my belly and groin to almost a painful degree, and then forcefully shoot a hard stream of thick, creamy cum up Noah's ass. Climax at last! With tears popping from my eyes with incredible feelings of pleasure and relief running through me. For variety, I switch from whining out, "Aaah," and begin embarrassing squeals with each successive spurt of cum I shoot into Noah's bowels; One, two, three shots inside that red faced sweating boy's asshole, tight contractions of my hole with each of the shots and then another good stream of cum as I'm grunting and squealing in extreme pleasure. Nathan screeches out now, "Eeeeeeeeee... Shiiiit!" and I actually feel his initial sharp teen blast hit off something inside me. There're more blasts I don't feel, but he has them because it gets real squishy in my hole and as my cum drools out of Noah's ass, so within seconds there's teen-cum all over my thighs and buttocks from Nathan's cum as well. It's like an awesome, other-worldly experience, surreal to the extreme; what an explosive feeling inside and outside my entire body; every part of me tingles with shivers of sexual sensations. Actually, as happens sometimes with my wildest climaxes, for just a split second there's a slightly nauseous feeling, followed almost immediately by euphoric feelings that envelope me from my head to the tips of my toes. All sorts of fabulous sensations radiating out from my nuts and boner down my thighs, my calf muscles, and then my toes curling them up tight as all around my belly there are sensations sizzle zipping from nerve ending to nerve ending as my hips do continuous little humping movements on their own. It's all uncontrollable movements and twitching, all through my sensory system, and all of it happening seemingly simultaneously. The best feeling on earth and maybe the best feeling in all the stars of the universe, for all I know. Noah's got a knee on either side of my waist with his sweaty forehead bumping the side of my face, his forearms on the bed are squeezing either side of my head. When we both stop bucking he pushed backward slightly to keep my cock inside him and lets out a long, "Mmmmmmm," and then an, "Oooooooh," before doing a huge intake of air. Nathan stays up inside me, doing little humps, keeping my legs up in the air with an arm around each one, leaning a little bit against the top of his brother's buttocks for support. I'm sticky from when Noah's sprayed some watery cum on my neck, but that's nothing compared to his climax all over my face from me sucking him off a little while ago. It's less than a minute before we all start to separate. Nathan pulls his cock out of me as my legs fall to either side of him. Noah, who's still busy moaning and licking my collar bone like a kitten, slowly moves forward and pulls off my softening boner. I let out a long breath and nobody says anything, we're all breathing erratically with Noah's heart pounding fast and hard against my chest, and mine against his. Totally spent from the sexual activities of the last twenty-four hours, I'm wiped out. Twenty-four hours I'll never forget, that's if I survive to live another day. The sixteen year old twins are a different story; they're at the very height of their sexual prowess and are not totally spent at all. Noah's still hard penis bumps against my belly; it isn't as hard as it was, but it definitely qualified as a boner. Without much time elapsing since our latest climaxes, Nathan smacks his brother's bare ass twice kind of hard. Noah lifts his bum up off me and just like that Nathan moves forward and mounts him. Nathan still had a real nice boner going for him too and he sticks it as far up his brother's ass as he can get it, with me thinking, 'Holy shit! Can I believe this?' The two of them are straddling me while I lay here on my back. Noah's on his hands and knees, while Nathan has a foot on either side of my hips, bending his long legs to match his boner with his twin's bum hole. Nathan, with a serious expression, grips Noah at the shoulders, a hand on each one, pulling his brother back into him as he thrusts his hips forward driving his chubby boner up that tight rectum my boner has recently been in and there's still a lot of my spunk up there so it's gotta be slippery. When Nathan first stood up behind Noah I'd gotten a quick glimpse of his fat boner, slimy with the Jelly and cum from my ass as it bobbed in front of Nathan like a miniature fire hydrant; seconds later it disappeared up his identical twin's ass. He did it the same way he'd done me; position the fat head at the anus and humping real hard inward with a lot of hip action pushing that chubby cock past all resistance, all the way in to the hilt. Then he grinds around and pulls it out to jam it in again; that will loosen up the sphincter ring real fast. The boys aren't into the subtleties of mutual gratification quite yet. Nathan fucks very similarly to the way Bobby had roughly fucked me much earlier this morning, actually about thirteen hours ago by now; both Bobby and the twins are novices of course, they'll learn in time. Not that I'm an expert by a long shot; just a little more experienced. Nathan smacks his brother's ass with each of the first half dozen penetrations, Noah yipping each time with sweat dripping off both their foreheads. Oh my God, they're so cute and hot together. Shortly, Nathan's eyes close and with a small smile on his face a long, quiet, "Ahhhhhhh,' slips out between his perfectly shaped lips. After the first ten or twelve hard humps Noah begins enjoying it too and moans his version of the same song "Ahhhhhh. Ooooooh," with his head down next to mine because Nathan's roughness caused Noah to drop from his hands down to his forearms. We share each another's sweat as the sides of our faces rub together with every hump of Nathan's fat cock up Noah's ass. Every thrust and retraction makes a sexy squishy smacking sound. Apparently these boys have done this many times before, and it's obvious they both love it. The entire bedroom smells of sex and twins. Every so often Nathan will just hold his boner deep inside his brother while rotating his hips holding Noah's waist with a tight two handed grip. Noah opens his eyes wide at times as Nathan works the fat head of his boner deeper into him, but it isn't a look of pain, but rather a look of ecstatic pleasure. After a while Nathan begins fucking his brother real slow and deep as if he's conserving energy for a long, long ride. Noah stays up on his knees, but keeps his face against my face or my shoulder. He's blubbering spit on me all though the next fifteen minutes of their fucking. I'm rocking gently under Noah with each penetration and I begin to wonder why this isn't getting me aroused like it should; am I finally all sexed-out for real? At some agreed upon point, and with no small effort, Noah lifts upright from my body as Nathan wraps his arms around his twin's stomach to hold him tightly in place and then does a wicked-fast rabbit-fuck in an almost violent manner. They're both making, "Ugh," sounds with every fast hump. Watching them in fascination, but not a twitter of a move does my penis make. I'm finally indeed all sexed out if this show doesn't excite me. Knowing very well that I'd be wildly groping myself under normal circumstance, but my last twenty-four hours of sex was not normal, and my dick is taking a much needed rest. Sweat keeps sliding off both boys' faces as Nathan lowers Noah back down onto the hands and knees doggy style position. Noah's boner is bobbing over me now and when he leans forward slightly it moves around my face, smearing his precum in the process. Just because I want to be a good friend to Noah, I take it and suck it into my mouth. Noah lasts almost two more minutes of his brother's wildly humping, doggy-style fuck, and me sucking on and stroking his cock, but then he makes a sound like a cat in heat and Noah climaxes a pretty good load in my mouth, surprising me because he'd just blown a big load less than a half hour ago. Man, to be sixteen again! Noah's tightened sphincter ring on his brother's boner puts Nathan over the top just about when Noah's second cum spurt splashes in my mouth. In fact, it puts him over the top in such a wild manner that his boner pulls out of Noah's ass and the first hard cum stream reaches just over the boy's left shoulder to land down below, on my outstretched arm. Nathan's follow-up shots splatter on Noah's back and buttocks. Nathan's groaning sounds of serious ecstasy as he fired off his initial cum load, then the sounds tapered off into mewings. This time both of the boys collapsed on the bed. I'm still swallowing Noah's cum when his cock pulls out of my mouth with him sliding off me onto the bed beside me. There's a quiet wet slurping sound as Nathan's cock comes out of Noah's ass, then Nathan's sloppy cock flop off my thigh as he falls onto the bed moaning still. Noah's murmuring, "Nathan," and Nathan's murmuring. "Noah," and nobody's murmuring, "Oliver," so I murmur it to myself in my head with a grin. I'm goofing now because it wasn't an especially sexy thing for me at the moment, and it kind of pisses me off that it isn't. With the crazy thought that I'll never want sex again the entire rest of my life, I grin to myself again. It's a dumb thought, and scary too. I'm actually sexually satisfied, but I'm already hoping it won't last too long. The boys still aren't done with sex though. They quickly realize I'm between them and they scrambling to get together and I may have sounded a bit grumpy when I say, "Just a second you two and I'll get out of your way". I stagger out of bed, unsteady on my feet, and go into the bathroom for a long number one; that's code for piss in case you're uninformed about toddler speak. Then I get that big shower of Alexander's turned-on. I guess I'm pouting a little bit because the twins don't seem to care that much about me now, and because my sex drive, my mojo, is gonzo. The water from the three shower heads takes a minute or two to warm up. In the meantime I get a big towel and a thick washcloth off the shelf thinking about the shower I had in here with Alexander a couple months back; that was a hot trip, but this trip has been hot also. Too hot, maybe. It's been nuts, is what it's been, and it's also worrisome because maybe I'd never feel that sexy way I use to feel again and this is new territory for me. Peeking back in the bedroom where the twins are tight up against each other on the bed whispering and stroking each other's dick. Then, just about ready to get in the shower and in come the twins sheepishly. Both of them naked of course, standing there side by side touching each other from their shoulders to the sides of their feet with semi-boners sticking out from both of them. They seem so comfortable being naked as if they gave it no more thought then they give to their looks. Nathan speaks in a quiet little boy's voice, "We're sorry, Oliver. We were rude to you by excluding you back there and we didn't mean to be rude, especially not to you. It's just that we've never gotten that excited doing sex before and it's because you mean so much to us, I guess. We got carried away with it all and we didn't want to stop. Can you forgive us?" Looking at them with a puss on my face, and not answering immediately; I'm trying to think of just the right thing to say. The boys, worried that I'm mad at them move together tighter, their arms going around each other's waist in what looked like an unconscious movement. You have to hear them speak and see their faces to understand why I can't stay grumpy with them. Dropping my hopeless pretense of anger and exchanging it for a smile, I tell them, "Oh, it's okay guys, I'm kidding you. Geez guys, I got all worked-up too. Everything is fine, you two did fantastic. And, you're right, you don't need my help. I'm impressed with all your innovative sex. Some of that is brand new to me and I'll bet even your brother doesn't know some of those sexy moves of your's." Now the twins' eyes get big as they look down at the bathroom floor and then, in unison, slowly raise their heads looking up at each other and try to hide how pleased they are by trying to conceal their smiles. Nathan, wanting to hear more praise asks, "Did we really do okay?" More assurances from me follow, telling them they'd been fabulous, adding, "Did ya know, I've never had a three way before this". They're mouths drop open at that as we all step into the hot shower. We let the water pour over us for awhile, talking above the sound water made slapping against our bodies. We talk about how you need just the right three guys and how perfect I thought they were and how honored I was to be their number three boy. Then we talk a lot about the three-way we'd just had, the boys slipping in that question about, "Did we really do okay?" a couple of times and me reaffirming how great they'd been.They tell me they'd concluded that they're both gay. That information takes me by surprise at first, but it shouldn't have because I'd concluded the same thing. Rolling my eyes they go on to explain that there's no need for them to experiment with heterosexual sex after all. Probably not, but the point is I don't want to get involved in that conversation even a little bit, especially at this time. Brushing it off by telling them to talk to Alexander about all that; he's the expert and they'd do best going to him with questions about any kind of sex. The boys are impressed that their brother's so highly thought of. All that's true enough, but it's the oddest god damn thing how the twins aren't sexually arousing me; and that's a first. Being naked with them in a shower isn't turning me on. Appreciating their beauty, of course, enjoying their company, but I'm not sexually excited by them at the moment. This new experience confirms that life's a long, long journey, with mysteries along the way. The three of us shampoo each other's hair and the last of the black dye runs down the drain from my hair. Lots and lots of soapy lather on our bodies with both boys using their hands to clean my shaved groin with no boner from me which gets the boys laughing and doing everything they can to raise one on me. It's amazing how long it took before the boys hands fondling my cock finally got it fairly hard. They both suck on it a bit too, but that never got me close to climaxing. Of course the boys have half hard-ons through most of the shower and full hard-ons by the time I got out to dry myself. When clean and dry, I get a round BandAid from a package in the medicine chest and covered the hickey. Then, not even staying in the bathroom to watch the twins do whatever it is they're going to do with they're new boners, I leave and get my stuff together. Honestly, what I really want to do more than anything in the world at this moment is get in my Mini Cooper S, fire up that hot engine and get away from the sex capital of the world. Get in that car and just drive all night, drive until the wheels fall off and burn. I've had enough. I've had too much actually! Trying to get my over-dramatic frame of mind under control I get dressed, pack my small satchel and light a Marlboro. This satisfied sex drive I'm experiencing has to be temporary, right? My body feels fabulous and I'm well rested and wicked healthy. Only one problem really, I'm starving. The only thing I'd eaten all day was half of Alexander's sandwich. Not wanting to get side-tracked here, I decide to eat on the road and not raid Alexander's refrigerator. Just need to wait a couple of minutes so I can say goodbye to the twins, wave at Alexander, and then hit the road running; maybe I'll do a wheelie starting off. Trying to blow smoke rings while listening to the twins giggling in the bathroom, and then the subtle sound of two bodies smacking against one another. It makes me grope my crotch, but only from habit. Getting impatient now, I grab a can of V8 from the refrigerator and pour it into a glass, then add salt. Mmmmm, drinking it slowly amazed they can make a bunch of squeezed vegetables taste so good. The bathroom door burst open and out comes a bundle of steamy energy in the form of identical twins. Both their cocks are semi-hard and Noah's is red, shiny and wet with cum. Nathan's walking a little tentatively so it isn't hard to figure out who fucked who.They're in great spirits babbling about what an exciting, fun time they've had this afternoon. It's almost six o'clock so almost evening now. The boys get dressed and then change the sheets on Alexander's bed.They tell me that their brother would be furious if they left dirty sheets on the bed. Wonder if the boys left dirty sheets here sometime in the past. Putting that thought out of my head, we walk downstairs. Before going on down further to the garage, we look in the barbershop through the office window and wave at Anthony who gives a little wave back. Alexander looks up, says something to the customer in his chair and hustles into the office where we're waiting for him. He hugs us all together, and then kisses the three of us goodbye saying he can't wait until my Christmas break so we can make up for this lost weekend. The twins laugh knowingly and Alexander sends us on our way. Alexander somehow made me feel like I'm a sixteen years old like the twins. A quick kiss on our lips and a pat on our asses, at least he didn't pat the top of my head like I'm a good little fellow. Oh well, he still excites me and he knows how to treat me to get me all horned up too, and that's another way of saying, treating me like one of his boys. It's not hard to remember who's in charge when I'm with Alexander. The twins kiss me goodbye again outside, then they get in their car, we waved at each other again as they drive out of sight. Walking around to the front of the strip mall I get in my car, and starting it up gives me this fantastic feeling, like I've survived some wild adventure and now I'm safe. Turning on the FM Stereo just as Anna Nalick started singing her hit, "Just Breath". It made me chuckle because it's kind of an appropriate concept for me at the moment. Leaving a little rubber, I pull away from the curb. What the hell, it was an awesomely sexy time, one I'll probably never experience again. As usual though I worry about being over-sexed, which gets me lighting another cigarette and putting on 'The Fray' CD, "Cable Car", and on comes, "Over My Head", which is another appropriate song for me earlier with the twins. Or perhaps I handled the last twenty-four hours okay. Why do I second guess myself so much? I need to try enjoying my life and worry less about it. Be bold! Be brave! Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I'm starving, so after about twenty minutes I pull into a convenience store and pick up a couple packs of peanut butter crackers, a box of Junior Mints, and a Butterfinger bar. Hmmm, what else? A bottle of Kewi-Strawberry Snappel should do it. My real meal is going to be at the Townline Hoagie Shop when back home; it's my favorite place to eat. This is just a snax to hold me over. The Hoagie shop stays open until midnight on Saturday nights, so it isn't even necessary to hurry. Then I notice the teenager at the cash register who's trying so hard to be a tough guy he almost made me burst out laughing. If he frowned any harder his eyebrows would be one continuous line across his forehead. The guy in front of me is buying lottery tickets, cigarettes, and a six pack of beer. The cash register kid scrutinizes the guy's drivers license to make sure he's old enough to buy beer; the man sure looks old enough to me. It gives me time to stare at cash register boy though. He's about my age, or maybe a year younger. Nice, clean looking light brown hair that's longish and keeps falling across his eyes. The kid absently brushes it away from his forehead and two seconds later it's across his eyes again. He has a piercing in his eyebrow that looks painful when he frowns and a small earring in one ear. Very clear complexion and average facial features with skimpy light whiskers on his upper lip and chin. My height and thin, hmmmmm? When it's my turn he frowns hard at me too. So, just to break his balls a little, I give him my very best, winning smile. Totally unexpectedly, he smiles back at me with the cutest, boyish smile I've ever seen; well, since the twins a half hour ago anyway. I unconsciously adjust my crotch while he says, "On a health kick, I see." I mutter, "What?" The kid bags my items and gives me change and his hand seems to linger on mine, or did I make my hand linger on his? There's an overweight lady behind me with an arm load of Twinkies so I need to move along. Looking back at the kid, I see his name tag, 'Shaun'. Shaun looks up and gives me another lopsided killer smile, which I return groping myself again, a little short of breath this time. When he looks back at the fat lady he has his tough frown back in place. Sitting in my car, listening to 'The Fray', eating my health food, which takes less than five minutes to finish. Can't help but think that perhaps me being sexually satisfied isn't going to last the rest of my life after all. Love that Butterfinger bar! With a cigarette lit, the Fray now playing, 'How To Save A Life', and my stomach feeling slightly sickly, I pull away from Shaun and his convenience store and head for home. to be continued... Chapter 23 (Frankie) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.