Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 09:36:20 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'Cliimbing Towers,, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

"Climbing Towers, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest

Their bare feet made no noise as they peeked into the bedroom where the
steeplejack was bedded.  They both took a sharp intake overcome by the view
of the naked lad in the last stages of his morning sleep, snoring softly.
He had one big mitt resting on his organ to quiet his morning hard on.  He
made them think of a big version of the statue of David with an Irish-
American face.

"The boy needs our attention," hissed Ray.

"I got a better idea.  Rose must have cleaned up the caf‚ and set the
scones to warm and also the meat pies.  Coffee must be ready," said Tom.

"True, let's get a tray to bring to him and we can three have a little
picnic.'

They looked at each other and laughed.  "Fuck, we're naked.  Rose would
faint."

"She's sixty years old and it's about time she saw a hard prick."

They went back to their room and each took a blue bathrobe.  It didn't make
any difference whose was whose.  They were the same size.  Then dressed
like little boys on Christmas morning they nodded to the old gal who always
came early to cleanup and attend to the early customers, before they took
over.

They filled a try with a few meat pies, some scones and a pot of coffee.
They carried the fragrant load right up to the door of the tower boy's
room.  He was up, leaning on a pillow, his legs bent and a big smile on his
face.

"I must have drunk too much last night.  I apologize for anything I did.
But let me say I have had hangovers before, but never saw double.

Tom said, putting the tray on the bed, "Double your pleasure."

They chucked their robes to be like their naked guest and attacked the
goodies on the tray.  Bud must have been really hungry, having missed two
meals.  He ate all the little meat pies that seemed like cookies compared
to his big body.

The was no talk, only mm's over the tasty grub.  As mouths chewed and
tongues licked sticky lips it became sexy foreplay for the three.  Finally
they had enough food and coffee and the cups and plates were returned to
the tray which Bud, with one strong arm lifted by the edge and placed it on
the night table.

Now there was silence.  This is always the moment we all know: those
seconds before commitment to physical sex, when our regular personality is
still in charge, but the twins eyes lowered in the beginning of passion
because Bud lay back down and patted the bed on either side of him.

The kids got the message and each lay down against his side their noses
practically under his underarms that were exposed as he took each of his
arms and put them over the shoulders of the panting boys.

"This is nice," murmured Bud.  "You two are beyond cute and what about
those pricks?"

"What's wrong with them?" asked Ray.

"Nothing, they're just perfect, big big.  When they were putting you guys
together they took yours from the big dick part pile."

The twins looked down at their hard cocks them at Bud's mighty steeple of
flesh.  Ray said, "There's the daddy cock and the two babies."

Bud laughed and drew them closer and squeezed.  It was like a boat with the
two life rafts attached.  Suddenly Ray and Tom got the same idea as they
glanced at Bud's firm nipples.  They leaned in and stuck out their pink
tongues and each lapped away.

Bud groaned from the onslaught.  "Fuck, no one has ever done that before..
Treating me like a girl is what you are doing."

"It's about time you got in touch with your girlish parts," Ray said, then
applied a flicking finger to the nipple.  Bud's eyes rolled up as he gasped
rather then breathed.

The kids realized that the big guy was slipping into a sex trance.  They
could do anything, their prey only wanted more feel goods'.

"You think we ought to try...you know," as he made in and out motions with
his pointed index finger.

They had tried it together, way back when they were about twelve but
somehow they fell into the mutual 69 that suited them perfectly.  But still
an unrealized area tantalized still.

Tom made the first move and his twin acquieced.  They loved each other and
always wanted the other one to enjoy sex.

Tom grunted with effort as he lifted the full thighs below the big guys
knees.  He ordered, in a voice he had deepened: "Hold on here, keep your
legs up!"

Somehow the steeple jack obeyed, perhaps from some deep well of liking to
take orders.  Soon his ass was fully exposed, the fine hair around his hole
bristling with electric anticipation.

Ray pushed at Bud's neck and whispered: "Do it, get your long tongue in
aciton."

Tom surveyed the target.  Something was happening.  Bud's eyes were tightly
shut and he was whimpering like a boy about to be caned.

"Relax steepleboy, this won't hurt a bit.  You might even like it."

As he spoke he put his finger on the puckered flesh that surrounded the
hole.  Bud's eyes flashed open.  "Don't."  He said weakly.

"Don't," said like that means "Do" Tom thought and stuck his tongue out and
touched it to the pucker which seemed to stiffen and push out in a kiss.
But as soon as his dripping tongue began to lick, Tom could see that Bud
was pulling his legs up higher to get more sensation.  Bud's breathing had
deepened to a hoarse rasp and one hand grasped the back of Tom's head to
urge him more contact.

Soon Tom was happily lapping away, surprised that this giving was as good
as getting.  He found himself moaning in pleasure.  Ray was rubbing Tom's
head with encouragement, glad that his other self was having fun.

At last Tom stopped his his laving and rose up, lips dripping, an almost
drunk look on his face.  "Ray, get at his head, put your cock in his mouth.
I think he's up for anything.  I'm going to go for broke."

"You mean you're going to try to fuck him.  He could kill you with one swat
of that big hand attached to that giant muscle."

"I know, but I can't let this sweetie go without a try."

Tom poised his pretty curved cock at the pucker hole, took a deep breath
and then pushed in.  Bud began a string of curses.  Most of them Tom had
never heard.  He decided to distract the man and began flicking at one of
the erected nipples. That seemed to quiet the fellow, that and the fact
that his twin's prick, a curvy copy of his own was lying on the Tower Boy's
full, pouty lips.

Tom stopped his intended push in to marvel at what happened next to Ray,
Bud's mouth opened wide and one of his hands came up to guide the prick
into his mouth.

Ray groaned, then grinned at Tom.  "I'm in!"

"Me too," he said and pushed home.

Bud with double stimulation was shaking and heaving with excitement, sweat
had broken out on his mile wide chest, decorating the light colored hair
like diamonds.  He was sucking on Ray's prick with hard tonguing, like a
calf at the tit.  His tongue swirled around the curvy dick until Tom could
see his twin's eyes begin to spin.  He knew that sign, and knew Ray was on
the road Tto spilling his milk.  He was grunting in a staccato fashion, and
this was a sure sign.

In the meantime Tom felt secure enough to begin a masterful deep fuck of
the hapless giant who responded with little cries of passion.  The
muscleman was now a dependent boy who loved his fucker.

Tom felt his cock was turning to a familiar stone like hardness, a sure
sign for him of impending cum.  He began playing fuck games with Bud,
slowing down and then going rapidly in and out.  He had the guy howling
with pleasure and surprise.  When Tom looked down at Bud's cock, lying
stiffly on his fuzzy belly he could see it leaking and jumping, ready to
squirt.

He reached a hand and encircled the slimy shaft and gasping it
authoritatively, he began a steady sliding up and down.  The big guy's hips
rose in extra pleasure and he sucked the other twins prick with renewed
verve.  Ray squawked out a strangled cry and his ass began a fucking motion
as his sperm ran up his body and began to pulse out heavily.

The taste of the spooge set Bud into a sudden jackknife as his own prick
began to spew around Tom's insistent wanking.  This was too much for Tom to
bear, his eyes were assailed with the two cums of Bud and his beloved
brother.  He lost consciousness for a moment and stopped his wanking of Bud
as he was overcome with his own orgasm.  Spurt after spurt of his heavy
essence bathed the tower boy's hot passage.  He cried out in delicious
agony as he spewed.  At last it was over for the three.  Bud shook the kids
off his big body and rose and sat on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly there was a loud sound coming from outside.  A sort of "hoo-gah".

"What's that," asked Tom.

Bud cleared his throat a few times before he could speak.  "That's my crew.
They alway use that battery horn to call me.  We are leaving town and have
another job about fifty miles away.  It's to paint a church steeple."

He was a fast dresser, learned from his many encounters with women and soon
patted the boys on their messy hair and waved a goodbye.

When they heard the his goodbye to Rose and the outside door close, Ray
asked worriedly, "I wonder what Rose must be thinking?"

"Don't worry about Rose.  She never thinks anything."

They showered together as usual and as they were drying, Tom said, "We
ought to consider reactivating Dad's liquor license.  We could serve beer."

"Yeah, that would attract a more manly type of customer, truckers, auto
mechanics, road workers and such."

"And steeple jacks."


End of story