Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:10:58 -0400
From: M W <striker88888@gmail.com>
Subject: THE TWINS NEXT DOOR, chapter 3

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THE TWINS NEXT DOOR, chapter three

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"UDHGDDHHHHSSJLLLRRRRRURPR" slurping and gagging; gagging and slurping.

 Trent's dick was diamond-hard and massive as it had been a quarter-century
before.  I hadn't sucked a dick since Trent, but the taste and smell
instantly brought with it the memory of the 500 blow jobs I gave him so
many years ago.

I tasted the sour bile and spit-up that was trying to get out of my throat,
but it kept getting pushed back down byTrent's boner.  I tried not to make
a sound as I did my best not to choke -- after all, we were in a packed
grocery store.  Trent managed to find a corner with no other customers, but
I knew I had to work fast unless I wanted to get caught.

To make matters worse my wife Marie and daughter Victoria were only a few
aisles away, ready to check out.  They would be looking for me...

"Get me off, you little faggot.  Just like the old days.  I know you
remember."

I did remember, all too clearly.  I had spent most of my childhood and teen
years pining for Trent and his brother  Travis' twin packages.  Then I had
spent my late teens and early twenties being their beck and call bitch boy,
getting turned out regularly at their slightest whim.  Made to do the
grossest, most debasing things.  I couldn't even fathom the idea of my wife
finding out about any of it.  To her I was a stand up, masculine, clean-cut
man, successful in business and as a husband and father.  We fucked
regularly, and I loved it too.  But little did she know that often,
especially after a beer or two, I imagined Trent's huge balls slapping my
face and the joy they once provided me.  Or Travis's heavy piss stream
wailing me between the eyes.  Or their dad's giant--

"What the fuck is going on here!"

A security guard was inches away from us.  He was big, Puerto Rican, and
angry looking.   He grabbed Trent's collar.  "Well look what the fuck we
have here."  It all happened so quickly that my lips were still wrapped
around Trent's dick as he spoke.  I fell backwards, landed on my ass, as he
yanked Trent towards him by his collar.

"You're both coming with me."

**

Over thirty years before, I had gotten my first taste of dick at the age of
sixteen when Trent's twin brother Travis unloaded in my mouth after the
three of use spent a night jacking off to a pomo on VHS that we had stolen
from their dad.  Trent came too, jacking off next to us as I gave his
brother a blow job.

That of course wasn't good enough for Trent.  The brother's were very
close, best of friends of course, but their rivalry really was the fuel
that propelled them both through life.  This is why they were BOTH the
stars of the baseball AND hockey AND basketball teams at our high school.
 This is why they restlessly pursued a faster time, a harder shot, another
goal, another conquest.  This is why they went through girlfriends like
water, passing girls between them and moving on.  There was a joke in our
high school that you didn't fuck one of the Carry twins without fucking
them both -- and it was pretty much true.

So the fact that I spent that first session getting his brother off, while
Trent just jacked off on the sidelines, wasn't going to sit well.  Trent
was never a sidelines player.

So naturally a competition started.  Who could feed me more loads.  Who
could make me suffer the greatest.  who could turn me into the biggest
faggot.

**


Travis would piss in my beer.  Guess he had a thing for piss, or at least
watching someone drink his.  We'd be watching football or smoking cigars up
on the treehouse....didn't matter. Whenever I was drinking around them, the
drink became a concoction of booze and whatever urine Travis had in his
bladder.  Football Sundays i'd spend at the Carry house -- and since we
were seniors now his dad always let us have a beer or two (once he let us
have three) with the game.  For some reason my own dad stopped complaining
when I came home stinking of a little booze Sunday evenings.  Travis would
always "accidentally" take my beer with him when he went off to the
bathroom., and when it was done set it down in front of me--more full now
than when he took it.   "Drink up, homo" he would whisper to me, when his
dad was our of earshot.  I did my best to gulp it down, making faces at the
acrid taste.

"Don't be a pussy" Mr. Carry laughed at me, thinking it was just the taste
of beer that was so difficult to swallow....

 The same stuff would continue when we were at school too.   Don't get me
wrong we were the best of friend sin public -- I was known as the Carry
sidekick and got plenty of social benefits from being so.  Girls who were
trying to get close to the Carry twins would befriend me, even try to sleep
me with.  Guys who saw how much pussy the twins got would befriend me too,
hoping to learn their secrets.  It was a good situation for me, that/s for
sure.

But behind the scenes, when the other kids weren't looking, it was a
different story.  I wasn't the twins' friend, I was more like an employee.
 actually, since I wasn't being paid, I guess I was more of a volunteer.
 "Our secret slave" Travis once referred to me to his brother.  I guess
that was pretty accurate.

Anyway, when no one was looking, the twins were total douchebag.  Trent
especially would physically abuse me, just for fun.  Dead arms, giving me
wedgies, twisting his knuckles into my shoulder...he loved seeing me suffer
and still bounce back for more.

Travis was more into the degradation than the physical pain.  Once I
remember het and I in the restroom, if we were pissing next to each other
at the urinals.  There was a third guy on the other side of Travis, his
friend Abe.  We were all joking about the softball game we were playing ing
my class.  "See you guys back on the field" Abe said, heading out of the
bathroom.

The second, i mean the SECOND, the door slammed shut, Travis--still
mid-piss--turned towards me.  He just kept pissing without saying a word,
now covering the leg of my jeans.  I was soaked.  When he was done, he
 grinned and left the bathroom without a word.   I was expected to clean
myself up---but since I didn't want anyone to see me like this, I had to
hide in a  stall until gym class was over.  Not my finest hour.

Trent was more about straight blow jobs.  Every guy likes getting their
dick sucked, that's a given.  but Trent was obsessed with it.  Like he
didn't feel like himself unless he was getting blown.  I was all too eager
to learn how to suck dick and Trent gave me PLENTY of practice.  But to be
honest even a dicksucker like me couldn't keep up with his need.  Pretty
much every day at lunch, Trent would meet me out in the senior class
parking lot, where seniors were allowed to park during school days.  Trent
and Travis would always drive to school in whatever old rust bucket their
dad had on hand form his work--so the car was a perfect meeting joint to
get a little p;privacy.  Trent would park way in the far corner of the lot,
where pretty much no one else would be.  He'd sit in the driver's seat and
I'd be in the passenger seat, bent over his lap, throating his rod.  He
never ooh long to come, usually just 5 minutes or less... but
sometimes--hell, a lot of times--he would demand a second or even third BJ.
 I can still remember the feel of the car's gear shift digging into my
ribs, as i did my best to blow him while keeping my head down so any
passers-by wouldn't be able to see.  I also remember the salty explosion of
Trent's loads--how there was always more cum than I would expect or
imagine...and how angry he'd get when I'd miss a drop or didn't swallow
completely.  He's slap me on the back of my head and tell me to "do a
better job." It just turned me on more.

**

As I said, my parents would often go away for work, leaving my sister and
me.  I would always turn those nights into huge ragers--inviting most of
our class and some of the more popular juniors to come by.   These parties
were always awesome and uninterrupted (I'd usually send my sister off to
sleep at a friends--she never tattle don me, was pretty good at keeping a
secret form mom and dad).  People would wonder drunk around my parents
ample house, or smoke cigarettes onj the lawn (I'd frantically pick up the
butts the next morning, my parents AHTED smoking of any kind).  Sometimes,
when drunk, couples would wonder over to The Carry yard to make out in the
bushes.  Even though I was technically throwing the party, Trent and Travis
were the real "hosts" -- and they called the shots as to who partied where.

Mid-way through senior year we had a particularly rowdy party.  Two kegs
and multiple handles of Kettle One later, we were all pretty hammered.  A
drunk blond girl named Danielle was licking my ear as we danced to some
insipid techno song, and she kept asking me to go upstairs.  I'm pretty
sure she had fucked Trent and Travis earlier that year, and I was just the
leftovers--but obviously I didn't care.  Still I was craving Trent's
cum....not really in the mood for fucking coos, so I kept denying her.
But when I looked over to Trent and Travis, who were doing tequila shots
with their baseball buddy-- a trim, red-headed home-run hitter named Puck
(John Puck was his full name),  I finally agreed  to take Danielle upstairs

She was voracious--ripping for my clothing the second we got into my
bedroom.  I was too drunk to be smooth, and pawed at his bra until she took
her tits out herself.  I laid back on the bed and started getting head,
pretty good head considering how wasted she was.  Typical high school party
debauchery...

When suddenly the door of my room busted open.  The twins and Puck came in
raucously, still pounding beers. "there you bitches are" Puck laughed.

"She looks busy" Travis joked.

Danielle was too drunk to really get what was going on, but she jumped off
my dick in a split second, embarrassed by the intrusion.

"Don't stop, baby."  Trent said, softly, "you'll just have more work to
do."  With that he unzipped his pants and flopped out his enormous donkey
cock.  My eyes bulged..even after all this time I still was amazed every
time I saw it.

Travis followed his brother's example, pulling his pants around his ankles
and kicking them off.  His dick was hard and identical to Trent's--for a
second I thought Iw as seeing double.  That damned vodka was getting to my
head.

"Don't forget me" Puck was close behind.  He pulled off his pants and
shirt, standing their buck named.  Buck naked Puck.

He was HOT.  6' and slender, with six pack abs and big green irish eyes.
 He was a junior but hung out with mostly seniors on the baseball team, and
I knew him slightly--though not well.  Seeing him nude, along with the two
Carry Cocks swinging next to him, was enough to get me fully hard--my boner
had gone done a bit when they interrupted the blow job.

I didn't know what danielle was going to do--she looked a bit scared and
uncertain, but then made a suddenly movement.  She grabbed Travis dick (he
was closest), and with a gleam in her eye, looked up at Trent "And here I
thought you war wall done hooking up with me."  Then, still locking eyes
with Trent, she leaned over like she was about to blow him...but put Puck's
stiffening 8" thick uncut dick in her mouth instead.  Puck got instantly
rock hard and grabbed her by her blond hair, a little aggressively

"That's what I'm talking about!"he laughed again.

Trent was a bit annoyed by the lack of attention he was getting, even
though Danielle took brief turns blowing him before sucking Travis and Puck
longer.  I sort of stayed to the side, taking it all in-- but even I got a
turn with Danielle.  She would blow me while jacking off the twins and
Puck, taking my whole dick down her throat (at 7.5" I had the smallest dick
of this well-hung crew).  While he was being ignored, Trent took out a vial
of cocaine and snorted some off our night table.  Puck also took some,
hungrily.  It was clearly not the first lines they had been doing that
night...and now their extreme drunkeness made even more sense.

about ten minutes after we started, Danielle was on her knees, cupping
Travis' nuts with one hand and sucking Puck's dick eagerly as he stood
above her.  I was next to her, sitting on the bed, with a full on
boner...waiting my turn again.  Trent suddenly roared in frustration.
 "FUCK THIS"  he screamed.  "I'm not waiting any more."

He crossed a line he hadn't crossed before.  That is, he grabbed my head by
my ear and pulled my mouth towards his dick -- all in front of Danielle and
Puck-- OUTSIDERS.  I instinctively pulled away, pretending to be disgusted.
 Trent just got more furious, "stop acting like you don't want it, bro"

I looked up at Puck, whose eyes were rolling with the head  he was
receiving.  Maybe it was the booze talking but at that moment I just wanted
Trent's dick so bad, I didn't care who saw.  I opened wide and took it's
spit and sweat covered length all the way down my throat.  Sucking dick far
better than Danielle did.

"Holy shit"  Puck said, taking in the sight of a dude sucking his teammates
dick.  But, importantly, he didn't look away or miss a beast as he pumped
Danielle's face.

"Damn that feels so good" Trent sighed.

I bet you can guess what happened next.  Within minutes Danielle and I were
side by side on our knees, as the guys went down the line fucking both our
mouths.  First Trent, then Puck, then Travis -- they'd pump about 5 times
in her mouth then pump about 10 times in mine.  from their reactions, it
was clear all three of them preferred the blow job I was giving them.
 danielle was confused, too drunk to really get what was going on--but I
think appreciative of the help that she didn't have top get all these guys
off herself.

As usual Trent was the first to blow.  He pulled out of my mouth and shot
his goo all over my cheek and Danielle's chest, making sure to get a bit on
both of us.  "Make sure to share that" he snickered.

Puck wasted no time as he grabbed my head to continue blowing him, even
with Trent's cum dripping down my chin.  He ravaged my throat, appreciating
that he didn't need to be gentle or careful about choking me.  He
definitely was getting initiated in the Carry Cult of Cocksucker Abuse.

He same straight down my throat, bucking his hips widely.  I grabbed his
muscular thighs and held on as this red headed stallion unloaded a gallon
of cum down my throat.  I swallowed, barely able to take it all.

At about the same time Travis came in Danielle's mouth.  Her eyes bulged as
she tasted his load, apparently more than she thought it would be.  I
thought we were done when sudden;y Danielle reached over and grabbed me by
the back of the neck.  She kissed me hard on the mouth, lips half-open, so
Travi's' cum gurgled out of her pouty mouth and into my own.  Caught by
surprise, I left about half of it cascade out of my mouth and down my chin.
 Between that and Trent's wild sperm shot, I looked like a glazed donut, a
thin sheet of cum covered almost my entire face.

The guys cleaned up a little, making small talk with Danielle, smoothing
things over a bit.  We all did another round of shots, mine tasting salty
as it was mixed with the boy's cum.  No one mentioned my sucking dick or
the strange orgy we had just had--everything suddenly went back to normal.
 Typical; high school debauchery once again...

**

So, needless to say, it was a pretty amazing senior year.  Couldn't have
been better.  I was popular at school, had been accepted to my top choice
university on the east coast to continue my studies next year, and well
stocked in cock between the Carry boys and their endlessly horny pursuit of
blow jobs.  Puck didn't come immediately rushing back for more head, but
didn't seem weird or put off by me in school.  "Crazy night, huh dude?"
 was the closest he came to acknowledging it.  I thought at first maybe he
didn't remember, but I guess he just was cool with it all being a secret.

Yep, high school was smooth sailing.  April came around.  Just 5 months of
Carry cock left until college.

And then, sometimes, the unexpected happens.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was in my room, horny as always.  I
decided to go next door to see if I could get some cock.   Trent had gone
to Minneapolis with the basketball team, but Travis was home--he broken his
ankle two weeks earlier and was on a leave of absence from playing.  The
least I could do for the poor guy, stuck in a cast and miserable inside,
was give him a good blow job and drink down his piss.

I mean, that was my job.

But Travis wasn't home when I got there.  The whole house seemed deserted.

But I heard something from there basement, which Mr. Carry let unfinished
as his workroom.  I'd been down there a few times looking for booze with
Trent, nothing but a bunch of circular saws and some lumber.  the whole
floor was covered in saw dust and various bits of metal Mr. Carry was
saving for one home improvement project or another.  It was very different
from my basement back home, which was furnished, and had a food ball table
and ping pong right beside the mini-fridge.

I heard it louder and louder, a rhythmic suction sound.  Punctuated by a
sort of hard slap.

I gingerly went down the stairs and peaked below the low hanging ceiling.
 There, stark naked, was Mr. Carry.  He was mercifully pounding the shit
out of someone bent over on a work table.  I mean POUNDING THE LIVING SHIT
OUT OF THEM, his big hair-covered nuts whacking them with the most
thunderous noise.  I remember the sight of his hairy crack and how muscular
his ass looked pounding away on some poor, defenseless hole.  I wondered
what horny school teacher or sex-straved divorcee he had lured to the
basement.  He was every much of a stud as his sons--I knew it!

I must have gasped slightly or breathed too heavily, because suddenly Mr
Carry heard me and--without taking his dick out--turned slightly to look
over his shoulder.  With the movement, I got a better look at what was
going on.  And who he was fucking.

"DAD???"



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TO BE CONTINUED

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