Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2009 11:10:54 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Twins, One's Gay, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Incest

"Twins, One's Gay, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest


The next day in school I saw my teammate, Billy.  He started to come over,
but I hurried away.  I didn't want to hear his story; I had too much to
sort out about myself.  Anyway, I had to find out once and for all where I
stood in this whole sex identity thing.  I ran across Jill at the end of
the day and we walked back to her house.  I had a plan in mind.

As soon as we reached her house, I am afraid I leered at her and asked,
"Your 'rents home?"

"N-o-o-o, but I may not invite you in.  You seem too eager."

"Oh no, I'll be good."  Then portentously I added, "Your happiness is my
only thought."

"You mean, you want to get another base today."

Inside, as soon as the door closed, I grabbed her and gave her a hard
possessive kiss.  It seemed to do the trick.  She was breathing hard and
she put her hand around my neck and began scratching the back of my neck.
That was always a sure sign that she was getting into it.

I grabbed for her blouse and started pulling at the buttons.  I guess you
know what was going on here; I was trying to be butch.  But she didn't like
it.  "You ruined my blouse.  You're like an animal."

She pulled away and walked toward the door.  She opened it and held it.  I
got the hint.  All I did was to make things worse and solve nothing.

I walked slowly home.  At my house, I found that this was the last day that
my folks would be away.  Inside there was Skip and Billy making out on the
living room couch.  Shit, they were shirtless and it looked pretty sexy.  I
also noticed eight empty bottles of beer on the coffee table.  A football
game was blaring on the TV.  They looked at me with bleary eyes.  "Hi bro,"
said Skip.

Billy put out his tongue and waggled it in what was supposed to be a
seductive gesture.  Well...it was sexy...in a disgusting way.

"Move over," I said, as I pushed my way to the end of the couch and grabbed
a beer.  "You guys sticking to beer, or do you want to do some shots?"

"Yeah, great idea," says Billy, an incipient alcoholic, I think.

I got a bottle of gin and poured three shot glasses.  At the count of three
we threw them back.  Then some beer chaser and then three times we repeated
it.  My belly felt warm.  My emotions felt companionable.  I almost forgave
Billy for raping me.  In retrospect, my ass was getting relaxed thinking
about it.  I put my arm around his shoulder.  He smiled at me, wetly and
mock punched my chin.  I guess, right then, I liked him again.

Skip watched all of this.  He was smiling to himself.  I wonder what he was
thinking.

We kept drinking and cheering at the screen, bumping fists and generally
acting like baboons.  By the next drink, Billy's eyes began to close and he
slid down on the floor to lie there on her back.  That got me and Skip to
laugh hysterically.  "He's really fucked up," I said.  "I could use some
lie down too.  I'm going up to bed."

Upstairs I unsteadily took off my clothes and fell into bed.  As I was
sliding into asleep, I heard Skip nosily undressing and getting into his
bed.

I guess I was sleeping about and hour, when I half woke up.  Skip was
sitting on my bed and stroking my hair.  He knows I am a sucker for that
gesture.  "Hey brother-lover, you remember the other night when I caught
you and dirty Harry, otherwise known as Billy in an uncompromising
position.  I know you liked it.

He accompanied this litany with a hand that was lightly pinching my ass
cheeks and one finger that was traveling up and down my ass crack.  Since I
didn't object, he began rubbing my asshole pucker.  He watched my face as
he did it.  Yeah, we were both drunk, but we both knew what was happening.
He saw my eyes roll upwards in pleasure and he knew that I was falling into
lust, lust centered at my ass.

"Can I just put it in a little?"

After all, this wasn't like Billy the rapist.  This was my sweet brother.
I huskily whispered that he could.  Quickly he pushed his knees against the
back of mine, forcing me to jackknife and make my boy's ass accessible. In
a moment, a felt his dripping cock rub against my hole.  I shamelessly
pushed back and he slid in as if he was on ball bearings.  Twins are made
to fit into each other, I thought as I rapidly began sinking into a morass
of feelings.

Just when he his brotherly cock was stimulating my hot button into heights
of passion, a loud voice spoke near us.  "What we got here?  Conjoined
twins.  How nice, but poor Skip is missing out on being fucked."

We sat up, separating.  My ass felt lonely.  "What you got in mind?" Skip
asked with suspicion in his voice.

"Leave it to ol' Billy-boy," he said, still pretty drunk.

He lifted me off the bed and walked me over to our study desk.  "Stay
there, dawg," he said, giving me a slap on the rump.  I liked it.  I was a
dawk.

Then he went over to blurry-eyed Skip and brought him beside me at the
desk.  We stayed there motionless, waiting.  I could feel my ass hole
clenching and unclenching.  The bastardly thing was betraying me.

Billy was now standing right behind us.  "You really are twins.  I can't
get over those four ass checks, all looking the same.  The sight of you
guy's hot butts is making me dizzy."

"It's the booze," Skip said.  He had four beers more than me and he was
still drunk.

"Now I know that Hop has had the treatment the other night and he is just
begging to get filled, but Skip, you are been resisting, so you need a
little prep."

I heard Skip let out a long ooooh sound.  I looked over at him.  Billy had
bent down and was lavishing slow licks up and down my brother's baby ass
slit.  Then he began howling loudly.  This was caused by Billy's hot tongue
licking and tongue fucking.

"I think you're cooked enough," Billy said.  "Hold on, I'm coming in."

I knew exactly what Skip was feeling as the blunt head of Billy's blue
collar cock was nudging at his back door.  And, Oh, that moment when it
breaks through the ring that he had been tensing.

I stopped wondering about Skip as Billy's finger began tickling my own
pucker.  Then he shoved it in and began finger fucking me. I mewled like a
baby getting his bottle.  This Billy really knew how to make twins happy.

I heard Skip making pleading sounds.  "Don't go," as Billy began to
withdraw his long cock.  I knew the reason, as a moment later; he shoved it
in with one quick movement that made me scream in surprise.  Then he put
his arms around my waist and hunched over me.  That felt nice.  He began
thrusting his hips and slow fucking me with short thrusts.  Immediately my
cock began leaking all over the desk.  My mouth fell open like a fool.

I opened my eyes; Skip was looking at me tenderly.  He leaned forward and
kissed me.  His hot tongue licked my tongue.  I was getting stimulated on
both ends.  Just when I thought I was going to shoot and end this fuck,
Billy pulled out, grunting like a pig.  "I hate to do this but my lover boy
Skip needs his cum too."

I heard Skip moan loudly as Billy's prick lodged deep inside.  The desk
began rocking as Billy fucked briskly.  I could see Skip's mouth open and
saliva dripping onto the desk.  He was off and running.

Just as he said "I'm close.  Don't stop." Billy slapped my rump.  And he
was back inside me.

"Shit," he groaned.  "Your chutes are so much alike, I don't know who I'm
fucking."

I hardly heard him.  I was back at my peak.  "I about to cum," I husked.

"Hold that thought, I'll be right back."  He reentered Skip who was
crooning loudly.

"Here it comes," He said.  I saw his cock begin shooting as Billy rammed
inside of me and I joined my twin in soaking the desk with spooge.  I also
saw that his ass was dripping with Billy's own cum.  The fucker never
admitted that our asses had gotten to him.

Billy had given Skip half his cum and now he unloaded the rest in me,
soaking my insides with hot spooge.

He was groaning and cursing as he shot.  I guess that was his way.  We were
finishing our cum with pulsing cocks, now delivering the final shots.

Skip and I slipped to the floor, our ass holes open, missing Billy's big
cock.  Billy stood above us, still dripping his dregs, smiling crookedly at
us. "Boys, that was great.  You guys have the best asses in the world.  Now
don't look so sad.  I promise I'll fuck you again soon.

My brother and I were now fully recovered from the experience.  We looked
at each other craftily.  Skip said, "Billy, we may or may not repeat this.
There's a whole senior class of good fuckers.  You may have to wait your
turn."

End of Story