Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 07:42:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: HENRY BROOKS <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: The Voyeurs

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				The Voyeurs

 My name is Ryan Cummings.  I am thirty-four years old, and I live in a
large home (with a swimming pool) in Scottsdale, Arizona.  I have a high
paying job in Phoenix.  It's a bit of a commute for me, but I don't mind.
I get to listen to my favorite music, going and coming from work.  I work
out every chance I get, and I am well built at six feet two inches tall.
My hair is black, and my eyes are sky blue.  I have a strong chin, and I
hate facial hair.  My face is clean shaven, and my hair is clipped quite
short.

 What I am going to tell you next, I tell you only because I'm gay.  I am
cut, and four and a half inches unaroused.  I erect to seven and a half
inches.  You might think that is very moderate for a cock, but I am wider
around than any other dick I have ever seen.  Very few gentlemen, even
bottoms, have taken me in with ease.  It's always a struggle.

 I have a twin brother, Russ.  Since we are identical twins, he is gay
also, maybe even gayer than I am.  We two boys grew up in the house where I
live.  Shortly after we graduated college; we inherited the house when my
parents were killed in an auto accident.  We chose to live in the fully
paid for house, to save expenses.  Russ doesn't live here anymore.  About
two years ago, he married his husband, Jaden.  They chose to buy a condo in
Phoenix, close by their work.

 I know you may have read many stories about gay brothers who begin to make
it with each other at a very young age.  Russ and I discussed sex all the
time, but we never touched each other.  It wasn't until we were twenty-four
that all that changed.  One Friday night, we decided to drop in at our
favorite gay bar.  It was called "The Beer Place."  It featured every beer
known to man.  The menu went on for pages and pages.

 It was one of those rare nights when we actually found a table.  We were
seated in a cozy corner, sipping our beer, when we were cruised by
Mr. America. Jaden was so handsome, my jaw dropped open, and I couldn't
speak.  I found it strange that he couldn't take his eyes off Russ, and
even though we looked exactly alike, he hardly noticed me.  Perhaps that's
why love is so difficult to explain.  Obviously Russ and Jaden fell in love
at first sight.

 He asked if he could join us, and of course we said, "By all means."
After a couple of beers, and lots of small talk, Russ invited him to spend
the night with us.  I am sure that Russ meant at our house with him, not
necessarily to do a threesome.  Jaden had different ideas.  "That's
fantastic," he said.  "I've never done a three way with identical twins.
Obviously Russ was so hot for Jaden, he was willing to overlook that
remark, and Jaden came home with us.  That night, I had sex with my
brother, while Jaden and he made love.  It was extraordinary sex for me.  I
realized that night how much I loved Russ, way beyond brotherly love.

 After I came a second time, I left them alone.  Jaden stayed all day
Saturday and Sunday, and they never left Russ's room.  I was not in the
least jealous.  I was happy for my brother.  After they moved to their
condo, I spent almost every weekend with them, so I could be near the gay
night life in Phoenix.  When I was with them, they welcomed me into their
bed.  If I was lucky enough to score, I brought my trick home, and we used
their guest room.

 It goes without saying, that the two romantics were always trying to fix
me up, but I was unreceptive, because I was lusting after someone I thought
I could never have.  And that's where my story begins.


                                       **********

 The house adjacent to mine was owned by a single father, Sam, and his then
fifteen year old son, Tyler.  I have a corner property so that I only have
one next-door neighbor.  Sam and I became very good friends, but not
friends with benefits.  Sam is 100% heterosexual.  Nevertheless, we hung
out a lot and often had a drink together at a nearby neighborhood bar.
Both our properties are fenced in, and have swimming pools.  Both back
yards are perfectly private.  Sam and I put a hinged door between our two
properties, and we often swam and barbecued together.

 Sam told me once that he had a nasty divorce.  He got custody of Tyler
because it was his wife's infidelity that precipitated the whole thing.
After the divorce she moved back to her home town, New York City.  Neither
Sam nor Tyler has heard from her since.  They are not very broken up about
it.

 I have become obsessed with taking Tyler's virginity.  I accidently saw
him naked once, and I became almost manic.  Although our backyards are
perfectly private, both our houses are two story colonials.  One Sunday
morning, I was showering in the master bathroom upstairs.  There is a small
window over the sink, and I happened to glance out.  Sam had recently had
his trees trimmed, and for the first time I could see his swimming pool
from my second floor.  Well, not all of it, but enough.  Tyler was sitting
on a lounge chair.  He was totally naked, and I gasped.  As big as my cock
is in the width, his is even bigger.  The boy was stroking himself, and I
stared at him, transfixed, until he came.  I never saw so much spunk, or
spunk so thick and milky white.  I had to grip the marble window sill to
keep from falling.  Immediately after he climaxed, he scrambled to cover
himself, and I saw Sam entering the pool area.  Tyler covered himself so
fast, I couldn't tell if he was cut or not.  Who cared anyway?

 I needed to masturbate, but not here in the house.  I ran out to my pool,
reclined on a lounge chair, and repeated the scene I had just witnessed. It
made me feel closer to Tyler.  When I was done, it occurred to me that
maybe Sam could see me now too.  I didn't care.  The man was seven years
older than I.  Certainly he was aware that all men whack off.  I was almost
as hot for Sam as for Tyler, and I wished that he did see me, and that he
became aroused.

 I began to devise plots whereby I could seduce Tyler.  He was my first
priority.  I didn't care that he was jail bait, and his father could have
me crucified.  I was too obsessed to care.  Every weekend, I stationed
myself at my bathroom window, hoping to see Tyler naked again.  As an extra
added bonus, I hoped to see Sam in the buff also.

 Less than a month after my initial sighting, I saw Sam take off in his
car.  Tyler was sitting on a lounge chair at the pool, spreading sun block
all over his beautiful body.  He was wearing a swim suit.  I ran
downstairs, and entered his back yard through our common door.  We greeted
each other cordially, and I asked if his father was home.  He told me that
Sam would be gone all day.

 "Shit," I lied.  "I needed to ask him something."

 "Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked.

 "No, but I can help you.  Give me the sun block," I requested.  "You
missed a lot of spots.  I'll take care of it."

 "Gee thanks, Mr. Cummings," Tyler said.

 "Please, call me Ryan.  Mr. Cummings makes me sound old, and I feel more
like your contemporary.  Now turn over on your stomach"

 He did as requested, and I proceeded to spread the gunk all over his back.
Then I did the back of his legs.  I tried to be as sensual as someone who
might give him a massage with relief.

 I guess it was working, because he said, "That feels so nice."

 Those words encouraged me to be bolder.  I pulled his swim suit down and
started to massage his luscious, bubbly ass with the sun block.  Tyler did
not object, so I said, "Now you can sunbathe naked and not get any tan
lines."  He didn't say anything, but he purred like a kitten.  What could I
do?  I massaged his crack, and his purring increased.

 I asked him to turn over so that I could apply the sun block to his front.
He did as I asked and when our eyes met, he smiled broadly at me.

 I did his neck and chest, and worked my way down.  I avoided his genitals
but I bathed his legs and toes in the messy stuff.  Finally, I attacked his
balls, but I didn't put any sunblock on his cock, which was now erect and
throbbing with desire.  I bent over him, and began to suck his burgeoning
manhood.

 Suddenly, he pushed me away, and yelled, "No!"

 I panicked.  He had the power now.  He could send me to prison.

 "No, not here," he said.  "My dad could come home early.  Let's go to your
house."

 I was so happy, I placed my lips on his, and we started to kiss.  It was
Tyler who parted my lips and inserted his tongue.  He got off the lounge
chair and we ran to my bedroom.

 We lay down naked in bed, holding each other tightly.  Tyler whispered in
my ear, "I always suspected that I might be gay, but now I know for sure,"
he confessed.

 "What do you fantasize when you jerk off?" I asked out of curiosity.

 "Fucking you," he whispered in my ear.

 "I obsess about fucking you," I admitted, and we both laughed.  "There's a
problem," I added. "Our cocks are so fat, we may have to spend days
preparing ourselves."

 "Not to worry," Tyler said.  I have a dildo hidden in my room.  It's every
bit as big as you, and I've been using it for two years, especially when I
jerk off.  So feel free to fuck me."

 I smiled and brushed his cheek with the back of my hand.  "We won't be
able to use a condom," I said.  I've never found one big enough."

 Tyler laughed.  "I have the same trouble."

 "Let me fuck you first," I implored, "but suck me before I do, until I am
good and hard."  I turned on my back and spread my legs.  He went to work,
but he couldn't suck me very long.  His jaw was breaking.  He finally gave
up.  I was plenty hard anyway.  I lubed my cock and began to enter him very
slowly in a missionary position.  Tyler wasn't kidding.  I went in
relatively easy.  His ass was so tight, I came after a very few strokes.
When the boy felt my cum coating his innards, he began to cry.  I thought I
might have hurt him somehow, but he assured me that he was crying from
happiness.

 We made love back and forth until 3 PM.  Then I noticed Tyler getting
edgy.  He wanted to get home before his dad did.

 After that day, we couldn't get enough of each other.  We made love every
chance we could.  A few times we made love on a lounge chair in my back
yard at the pool.  It never occurred to me that if I could see Sam's pool,
he could see me, and that little lapse in judgment was disastrous.

                                      **********

 Sam made Tyler a bash of a party on his sixteenth birthday.  It was really
a pool party, since all the festivities were in his backyard.  There were
at least thirty boys and girls at the party.  Sometime during the
afternoon, Sam left the party.  He entered my back yard through the mutual
door in our fences.  He found me relaxing on a lounge chair at the pool,
reading a book on my Kindle.

 "I need to talk to you," he said.

 I was glad that I was on the lounge.  If I had been standing, I would
surely have passed out.  I was afraid of what he was going to say.

 "I have something to ask you," he said.  "I wouldn't ask if we weren't
such good friends."

 I relaxed slightly.  "Sure," I said.  Ask me anything."  I vowed to tell
him the truth if he asked if I was corn holing his son.

 "I have to go on a business trip to Los Angeles.  I'm leaving tomorrow
evening, and I'll be gone for a week.  Tyler is old enough to stay home
alone, but would you look after him.  Make sure he has a good breakfast and
dinner."

 "Of course, I will," I smiled in relief.

 "I was thinking that it would be hard for you to monitor him if he's next
door, so I was wondering if you would mind if he shacked up with you during
the week I'll be away."

 My heart felt like a fast beating tom-tom.  "Of course, he can stay here.
I'll prepare the guest room," I said.

 Sam started to laugh.  "Isn't that a pretty dumb thing to do, given that
you two have been having sex for months?"

 I must have turned a million shades of red.  "How did you know?" I
stammered.

 "I came home from work early one day.  I wasn't surprised that Tyler
wasn't home.  I went upstairs to my bedroom to dress down.  I happened to
glance out my bedroom window.  I guess I didn't realize how low I had the
trees cut down.  I had a clear view of your back yard, and I saw you two
going at it."

 I started to blubber.  "You aren't going to have me charged with rape?" I
cried.

 "Don't be an asshole.  I don't subscribe to the crazy laws that decided
arbitrarily that a boy under eighteen will be traumatized for life if he
has sex.  Any teen age-boy who has sex, whether with a man or a cougar,
would be elated.  You made Tyler very happy, Ryan.  I've never seen him
happier."

 I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I had to ask.  "How did you feel
when you saw me fucking your son?" I asked, but I was afraid to hear the
answer.

 "I was aroused, and very jealous.  I've never had sex with a man, but I
thought it would be fun to do what you two were doing.  I've always been
curious about it.  Very few straight men will admit it, but every one of
them is curious about gay sex.

 What was Sam saying?  Did he want me to help him satisfy his curiosity?
Even though I was afraid to ask, I did.  "Do you want to find out what all
the fuss is all about?"

 Sam nodded, but he looked very scared.

 "We'll have to wait until you get back from L.A.," I said.

 "Why?  What's wrong with here and now?  If I wait, I might change my mind.
Believe me the kids will never miss me."

 "I'd love to give you the experience," I said.  I took Sam's hand and led
him upstairs to my bedroom.  I began to strip, and he did also.  The man
was every bit as well-endowed as his son.  Better still he had a
substantial erection.  Obviously, he wanted this, and he wasn't going to be
reticent.

 Nevertheless, I said to him.  "I don't want to gross you out in any way,
so listen carefully.  I'm going to do all the work, and I want you to
remain passive.  I promise to give you as much pleasure as I can.  Then
afterwards, take all the time you need to think about your experience.  If
this is a one-time shot, so be it, but if you want more, or better yet, if
you want to reciprocate, you know where I live."

 "Fair enough," he said, accepting my terms.  The contract was made, and I
leaned in to kiss him.  He turned his head.  "I didn't expect that we would
kiss," he said.

 "Well, of course, we can skip it, but then you won't experience the full
joy of gay sex."

 A look of resignation came over his face, and he leaned in to kiss me.  We
started with closed lips, but it didn't take long for us to get very
slobbery, and to kiss with great passion.

 I gave him a trip around the world, which lasted a good hour.  The poor
man was squirming all over the bed.  I could see that he needed to cum
badly.  I leaned over him, and brought him to the edge several times with
my educated tongue and lips.  When I felt he had reached his limit, I lubed
his cock and sat down on him.  As his fat cock started to extend into my
guts, he smiled at me.  After all the teasing I had managed to inflict on
him, he came rather quickly.  I never heard a man groan and scream so
loudly.  When he fell out of me, I cuddled up to him.

 "Don't talk about this, or come to any conclusions," I advised him.
"Think long and hard about the experience, and when you get back, I'll be
here for you, one way or the other."

 I could tell that Sam wanted to say a lot of things, but he obeyed my
wishes.  He dressed, and returned to the party.  At the party, he kept
hugging and kissing Tyler. The boy didn't know what was going on with his
father, but he was thoroughly embarrassed in front of his friends.

                                      **********

 That week we didn't have to wait for stolen moments on the weekend.  Tyler
and I made love all through the night, every night.  I debated with myself
if I should tell him that his father knew about us, but I decided to let
Sam do that job.

 Also, during that week, Sam called me several times at work.  He let me
know that he had considered the experience I had given him.  He said it was
the best sex he had ever had.  He told me how much he missed me, and how he
couldn't wait to get home.  He always concluded one of his calls by saying,
"Give Tyler one for me."  That really disturbed me.  It sounded like he
wanted all three of us to have sex.  I could not condemn him for what he
was thinking.  After all I was sleeping with my twin brother.  Our genetic
make-up was exactly the same, which made us closer relatives than father
and son.  My mind was too boggled to think straight, so I decided to wait
and see how it all played out when Sam came home.

 The day before Sam was due to return home, he called me.  "Have you told
Tyler that I know about you two?" he asked.

 "No.  I think you should be the one to tell him."

 "After dinner on Friday, send him home.  Tell him I'll be home about 10
PM, and that I requested that he be home when I get there.  I'm going to
tell him that I know about you two."

 "Good," I said.  "Then he'll stop worrying about you catching him."

 "I'm also going to tell him about us, Ryan.  I love you.  I have loved you
since we met.  Why do you think I enjoyed hanging out with you so much?  My
wife was unfaithful to me, because I could never satisfy her in the
bedroom.  I knew I was gay when I married her, but I thought I could beat
it if I were happily married.  What a fool I was."

 I was too shocked to say anything, but after Sam hung up, I thought about
it.  I realized that I always believed that I loved Sam as a brother, but
when I was making love to him, my emotions went far beyond brotherly
love. It was like the first time I made love to Russ and Jaden.  Shit!
Russ, Jaden and I were comfortable doing threesomes, but how would Tyler
and Sam handle a three way with me?  My whole body was shaking.

 After I sent Tyler home on Friday evening, I had myself two shots of
scotch, straight up.  Even after the second shot, I was shaking like a
leaf.  About eleven o'clock, I heard my front door opening.  Tyler had a
key I had given him.  Sam and he entered into the living room where I was
about to pour a third shot.  They literally pounced on me.  They both
smothered me with kisses and grabbed my crotch.  Of course, I was
speechless.

 Finally Tyler said, "My dad told me all about you two, and I couldn't be
happier.  I've got the two best dads in the world."

 "And we have the best son," Sam added.

 "Look," Tyler addressed both of us.  "In less than two years, I'll be off
to college.  I know I'll meet plenty of brothers there.  Hopefully, I'll
meet my soulmate.  In the meantime, do you think that the three of us can
enjoy making love together?"  Now it was Sam and I who slobbered Tyler with
kisses.  Needless to say, the three of us made love all night.

 The next morning was Saturday.  Russ and Jaden called to ask why I hadn't
come to their place last night.  We three always went to a gay bar on
Friday night, and I slept over.  I used to stay the whole weekend, but I
had been going home on Saturday afternoons since I started fucking Tyler.

 "I've met someone very special," I said simply.  "Do you think we could
come over later, and maybe the four of us could go clubbing tonight?"

 My two brothers shrieked so loud, they nearly broke my ear drum.  When I
told Sam what our plans were, he could not wait to meet them.

 I said to Tyler, "Why don't you hang out at the mall with friends, or go
swimming with them.  I want to introduce your father to my brothers and you
would be hard to explain."

 "No problem," Tyler said.  He held out his hand.  Sam laughed and gave him
the keys to his car.  He had received his driver's license two days after
his sixteenth birthday.  With keys in hand, he disappeared from the house.

 The minute introductions were made, Russ and Jaden dragged us into their
bedroom.  The four of us made love in every combination all afternoon.  We
had dinner out, and went clubbing that evening.  When we got home, we
continued to make love all night.  Sam was the happiest man on the planet.

 It was nice to have family, and to be so close with them, but if Sam and I
hadn't indulged our tendencies for voyeurism, this glorious day might never
have happened.