Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 19:41:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Wess <cow91387@yahoo.com>
Subject: Only Beautiful Men: Part One

      Jordan was standing in his underwear when I entered the room.  No
shirt on.  Just his blue boxer briefs.  He looked up when I stepped
through the door.  For a second I felt as though I were intruding on
something private, even though he was merely getting ready for bed.  He
didn't notice much about me, which was fine, but I noticed a lot about
him.  Like his six-pack that was slowly forming, his strong arm muscles,
his quarter sized nipples, straggly black hair, and most importantly the
bulge that was in his underwear.  Slowly, but surely I began to feel a
tightness in my jeans and the only way to prevent a full erection was to
turn away and stop gawking and that's exactly what I did, I turned away.
      I faced my side of the room, the side with posters of bands such as
Green Day and AC/DC and even a poster or two of girls in Corona bikinis.
Did I fantasize about these girls?  From time to time.  Curiosity makes
me wonder what they would look like naked.  What it would be like to show
up with those girls in each arm at school.  The amount of attention I
would receive.
      With this thought in mind I began to undress, listening to Jordan
move around in bed.  He was always a restless sleeper.  As I removed my
shirt I glanced down at my chest.  There was no forming six-pack, but I
did have some muscle.  I make an effort to work out as much as possible.
I slid off my pants, and stood there for a brief moment or two in my
boxers.  I also have this fantasy that if Jordan was interested in me, I
would allow him to see me in my underwear to give him an image, but I had
a feeling he wasn't interested.  He does have a beautiful girlfriend and
sure enough when I turned around to turn off the lights his face was
pressed deeply down into his pillow.  His muscular body spread out across
the bed.  I stared for a moment.  He had a nice firm butt that was
perfectly accentuated by the boxer briefs, and a body tan that I had, but
not as nice as his.  Sometimes Jordan would throw on his swim suit and
lay out in the sun.  The girls marvel at his body if they were to pass
him at the right moment and I marveled it from the window, my zipper down
and trying to imagine what lies beneath the suit.
      I turned off the light and was swallowed in the darkness.  The only
light that shone through was from the moon.  It filtered through the
window guiding my path back to the bed.  I plopped down on my back, slid
my underwear down a bit and began to move my hand up and down silently
while my other hand cupped my testicles.
      I imagined Jordan wanting my body as much as I wanted him.  I
picture him as hard as I was right now and then there was something about
the eyes that get me.  My hand began to speed up.  My body tensed up and
with a sharp intake of breath, my hand fell to my side.   Breathing
heavily I rolled over to one side looking up at the Corona girls thinking
how they could never make me do what I just finished doing.
      Only beautiful men.

      The next morning Jordan was up before I was.  I heard him moving
around the room and when I opened my eyes slightly his back was towards
me.  I realized at once what was going on.  What had awoken me was the
sound of Jordan ruffling through his dresser, which squeaks when you open
it.  Almost on cue the moment I opened my eyes he dropped his towel.
      Instant erection on my part.
      I was looking at the perfect backside of Jordan for the first
time.  I ogled for the few seconds before he pulled up a pair of white
boxer briefs.  Heart thumping with an urge to touch my penis right then
and there, I rolled over onto my front, suppressing my erection into the
mattress and fell back asleep.
      I awoke an hour later.  The room was empty.  Sun was pouring
through the window and I realized instantly that it was in the late
afternoon already.  I hadn't a clue where Jordan was.  I figure with his
popularity he was most likely off running around.  His girlfriend kept
him busy.  Sometime Jordan would complain to me about her, while at the
same time reemphasizing the fact that she is gorgeous, just a little bit
time consuming.  I would respond by telling him that's how its supposed
to be in a relationship.  He would always agree with me, but with an
exasperated sigh at the end.
      I showered quickly, touching myself a bit under the steamy hot
water, but it didnt lead to a full on erection.  It still felt good,
though and for a brief moment I pictured Jordan sharing the shower with
me.  I always wished that there would be some freak occurrence where he
would have to share the shower with me.  No choice.  Of course, it was
just a pathetic fantasy that aroused me.
      Breakfast was waiting for me downstairs, courtesy of my parents.
My mom was dressed in her usual professional power suit, and I had
forgotten that today she left for her business trip.  She was bustling
around the kitchen reminding my father of all the things to take care of
while she was away.  Meanwhile, my father, who was still in his bath robe
just sat at the table repeating over and over again "Okay, dear."
      I'll admit that my father had looks.  He had the family tan, with
muscles, with a little bit of chubbiness, but lately he's been trying to
burn it off.  For his work he helped athletes train, so he had to be in
decent shape for that.  I'll also admit that sometimes I've pictured him
naked, especially when he's wearing his bathrobe, because he always wore
it open with a pair of briefs underneath.  His package was large, but I
tried hard not to glance at it a lot.
      When I first entered the kitchen I stole a glance.  He was sitting
with his legs apart, robe open, and his large package was held tightly
together.  I could just make out the head of his penis.
      "Oh Kyle, I'm glad you're up," my mother said, snapping me back to
reality.  "There are a few things I want you to attend to while I'm away.
Take turns taking out the garbage with Jordan as well as doing the
dishes.  I told Jordan this too, and he agreed to go along with it."
      I shrugged.  "Fine with me."
      My mother bustled over and kissed me on the head. "I'm sorry I'm
missing your and Jordan's nineteenth birthday, but I promise well go
somewhere exciting when I get back."
      "Don't worry about it," I reassured her, glad at the smile I was
able to cause.  "I'm sure Jordan will run off with his friends and Ill
run off with my friends."
      "And I'll run off with my friends," my dad added, giving a sly
wink.
      "I know," my mother said.  "I just feel bad.  I mean, my company
picked the worst time to send me somewhere."
      My father got out of his chair at the sound of a horn outside.
"Thats the taxi dear.  Don't miss the taxi."
      Jordan arrived home just as we all ushered over to bid my mom a
farewell.  She waved while going down the sidewalk, while getting in the
cab, and while the cab was pulling away.  The three of us stood at the
front door waving back.
      My dad pulled his robe shut.  Not because he noticed I was staring
at it, but there was another reason.  A reason why I was staring at it.
His penis had begun to erect.
      And so had mine.
      The rest of the day promised to be a beautiful day for a number of
reasons.  I had attempted to call my friends to see if they wanted to go
see a movie, but a lot of them were busy.  So I decided to play it
low-key today.  I had just gotten the new Nintendo platform, Wii.  I
heard some reports that people were actually getting a work out from it,
so I was playing this tennis game, but Jordan was kind of distracting me,
but he didnt know it.
      He was getting ready to go out tanning and he rubbed some tanning
oil on his hard chest while watching me play.  I kept on throwing glances
his way, but slyly of course.  I gave him about five minutes to set up
outside before I paused my game and headed up to my bedroom window.  It
provided the best view of Jordan.  I already had a mental image of his
backside, now all I had to do is imagine what the rest of him looked
like.  My penis was growing harder and harder as I slipped up the steps.
I went to push my door open when I heard and saw something that made me
stand stalk still.
      My window was taken.
      There in my room was none other than my dad looking out the
window.  His belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped and his manly penis was
being held tightly with his hand.  He was watching Jordan.  This was too
much for me.  Right there on the spot I noiselessly pulled out my penis
and watched as my dads hand moved up and down.  He was grunting a bit and
muttering something that sounded like, untie that bathing suit.  His
testicles were hidden in his underwear, but his penis and shaved pubic
hair was in clear sight.  Then suddenly he stopped.  Not because he had
climaxed, he seemed to be far from that.  He hurriedly pulled back up his
pants and I dove into the bathroom just as my dad emerged, whistling an
unfamiliar tune.
      Seconds later I heard Jordan coming up the stairs.  "Its way too
hot out there even for me to lay out," he was telling someone.  I saw him
walk pass the bathroom untying his bathing suit.  The moment he
disappeared into our room, I flushed the toilet.
      I was having luck today.  So I figured I would check out Jordan
now.  The door was slightly ajar, enough for me to see inside.  I also
figured that my dad was elsewhere climaxing, which got me even more
aroused.
      Jordan slipped off his bathing suit and there it was again, his
wonderful backside.  His smooth body.  This time though I saw his front
side.  I saw it in the reflection of the full length mirror.  He was
touching his pecs, his abs, his beefy penis and testicles.  He had nicely
trimmed pubic hair.  We shared similar body parts.
      After all, we are twins.
      Then two things happened.  The first one was I got to see Jordans
penis become firmly erect.  He wasnt stroking it, rather just flexing his
muscles and massaging the head of his nice tan penis.  Silently, but
quickly I fished around for my own penis and began to stroke up and down
first slowly then a little bit more vigorously.
      Then the second thing happened.  The floorboard squeaked directly
behind me.  My heart jumped into my throat, I shoved my penis back inside
my jeans and whirled around to face my dad.  For a fleeting moment I
thought he was going to offer to join me.  After all he had been checking
out Jordan before.
      But he looked stern.  "Come on, he said, we should leave Jordan
alone."  He guided me way from the door.  I wanted to blurt out that
earlier I had caught him, but for one reason or another I just bit my
tongue.  "Maybe we should have a talk, Kyle."
      Thats when his hand move down towards his fly.