Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:37:38 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twins on a Hot Afternoon

Most people think being a twin is something surreal. But it's not. You
have a brother that's pretty much it.

Looking like him is something you are born with so it's not weird at
all. You compare yourselves as kids and notice all the differences which
other people don't see of course.

Tommy and I are identical to most people. Even our parents get confused,
and we like to play games on them. Our sister and brother never got
confused. They knew Tommy and me as individuals.

Kids at school seemed fascinated of course. Even in high school, our
classmates seemed fascinated and yet some seemed to know we were
individuals not "the twins".

Our Mom dressed us alike when we were little. When we began to dress
ourselves, there was a period when we purposely dressed different and
later on we just dressed how we wanted.

Some days we dressed similar and other days we didn't. Some days we were
in the same mood and other days we weren't.

As puberty occurred (I know you were waiting for this) crotch hair
appeared, cocks hardened and we masturbated almost the same. It made life
a bit less confusing since like most parents, ours neglected to tell us
about sex.

Agar, our older brother shared what he knew and that helped us through
the fog of ignorance too. But he shared in our masturbation games only
once in awhile.

Tommy and I played games with masturbation like most guys our age. But
there was one game we did that only twins could play. He or I would jack
off while the other one wouldn't just to find out what we felt.

Sometimes he'd do it when I wasn't in the room and I'd feel the orgasm
wherever I was. I did the same thing to him.

"Fucker!" I'd hear him yell while he was in the yard playing football.
I'd snicker knowing my orgasm had interrupted his game.

He did the same thing to me too. Once while I was taking a test, I felt
things building up while I sat there. Tommy had left the room to go to
the bathroom. He purposely took his time jacking in the boy's room just
to play a trick on me. It screwed up the essay question I was answering
to say the least.

One fall afternoon when the weather was especially hot, I was in our
bedroom while Tommy was outside raking leaves.

It was one of those Indian summer days with the weather so hot, Tommy had
taken off his shirt.

I thought about jacking off just to see him get hard kind of like by
remote control.

I looked out our window at him raking. Something made me stare. Now it
isn't as if I hadn't seen him shirtless before or naked for that
matter. We both liked being naked and usually were in our bedroom.

Our mother discovered that once long ago. Our Dad put a lock on our door
after that happened. "I know how boys are" he smiled.

So there I was naked as usual staring out the window. There was something
different about Tommy or about how I saw him that day.

We usually wore our pants slung low which was the fashion. So the sight
of his shorts were halfway down his hips wasn't unusual. As he moved
they seemed to go lower revealing the top of his pubic hair. When he bent
over the top of his ass crack too was revealed with no underwear in
evidence.

I had seen him naked daily. But the sight of him that day did something
inside me I hadn't experienced before.

There was a slight glow on his smooth chest, of sweat. He raked and
pushed leaves in a plastic bag for disposal. I watched him work
experiencing and enjoying the tightness I felt in my gut.

He stopped at one point and stretched, his lean torso's muscles flexing
as he did so. I stretched in similar moves and felt the same muscles on
me.

I hadn't realized at first my other hand was busy toying with my wet
cock head. I stopped at one point feeling weird I was jacking off while
watching my brother.

But I kept watching him, fascinated as if it were the first time I had
seen him. My hand returned to my hardness as if it had a mind of its own.

I gasped feeling excitement I hadn't remembered feeling since the early
first times Tommy and I lay on our respective beds jacking.

"You guys jack each other off?" one of our friends Gary asked once.

I hadn't even thought about that till he asked. "Naw" Tommy and I both
said.

"Can I jack you guys?" Gary asked.

It was our first sex play with another guy and I guess you'd say first
orgy too.

We found more guys wanted to hang out with us, jack in the same room,
even jack us or we jack him.

"How did it feel?" Tommy asked after watching Clyde suck my cock one
hot summer afternoon.

I looked confused. I was used to him feel what I felt. But apparently he
hadn't.

"You wanna try it?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I was volunteering Clyde
or myself for the task.

"I came watching you guys" he said smiling "hot".

While watching him work in the yard, I felt my sperm spill out on my hand
and dribble through my fingers dropping to my bare feet and the rug.

"Shit" I said knowing I had to clean up the mess.

I did it and just as I finished Tommy came into our bedroom.

"Dude when you jack off don't stand in the window, everybody can see
you" he said.

"Oh shit" I said "sorry".

"No sweat, I've seen you do it thousands of times" he said smiling as
he unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor.

His own cock seemed half hard. I guessed I had something to do with it.

"Man you were really going" he added grabbing a towel.

"You gonna?" I asked. For some reason I wanted to especially watch him
jack off that afternoon.

"Maybe, gotta shower first" he said going into the bathroom.

I heard the water flow and Tommy singing.

"You guys do other things, you know shower, wrestle naked, pee
together?" Gary had asked.

We often shared the shower even washing each others' backs. But until
Gary asked we hadn't reached for each other's erections and slid our
soapy hands all over each other.

I watched his naked body in shower, his shape distorted by the glass
doors' design. My cock rose and pulsed. I let my hand stroke it.

I remembered one night lying in my bed. "What do you think about when
you jack off?" I asked him.

"Wendy's tits" he said.

I thought about naked guys at school. About the time Clyde sucked me off,
about the time Tommy and I wrestled all over our bedroom letting our bare
bodies smack and rub against each other while Gary watched and jack off.
But I didn't tell him.

"Man I think I'm gay" he said in the dark suddenly.

I didn't know how to react. He had gone from talking about Wendy's tits
to saying this.

"I got hard watching Gavin Mcdonough dive today. He looked hot in those
Speedos".

"Yea, the way he walked around afterwards, kind of casual" I responded
admitting I had noticed too.

"You think he wore the white ones on purpose?" Tommy asked.

I heard his breathing getting deeper. I knew what that meant and I was
already stroking my boner under the blankets.

"When they got wet..." he continued but I interrupted "I know" as I
kicked the blankets off my body.

I lay there naked, excited and openly jacking off.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tommy had done the same but was on his
side watching me as he too jacked off.

I wanted to go over to his bed and kneel as Clyde had done to me. I
wanted to use my mouth to swallow his cock and swallow his sperm. There
was no mistake, I was gay for him.

But perhaps, I thought, it's something all guys go through, part of
puberty's trick. Or maybe it was something twins go through. I didn't
know ... all I knew was I wanted to do more.

He moved over when I got onto his bed and our legs pressed against each
other, our spare arms found a comfortable place around each other. Our
heads too moved closer. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to
feel his mouth with my tongue.

His sperm sprayed me seconds before mine sprayed his.

I stopped jacking and left the bathroom. His own erection was clearly
evident through the shower door.

It was time I did what I had to, I knew. Something that afternoon made it
the right time. If it meant I was gay, so be it. Tommy could get laid
anytime he wanted and I wouldn't refuse no matter what he wanted to do.

In our bedroom, I waited until I heard him turn the water off and open
the shower doors.

I moved to the floor kneeling as Gary had done.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he came into the room finishing
drying off.

"Waiting for you" I said.

He nodded and moved closer.

"Finally" he said

"Finally" I agreed.