...it was just a little peep

“But when you think I've had enough from your sea of love
I'll take more than another riverful”-Depeche Mode, Strangelove

Headlights crossed the window and hit Ian in the face while he was typing up a list of items, he would need for the dorm room. He looked out the window of his second story bedroom, the one tucked under the roof over the garage with a dormer centered over the two garage doors. It was a small car, a Volkswagen, or a Honda, he was never sure of a car’s make, but he was sure what would get out of it. All summer, since graduation, the twins across the street had a steady stream of guys coming over. Caleb said they were playing poker when he had dared ask about it one day.

Poker? He wondered about it, for some cars were still there the next morning, but all left long after he went to bed. He shut off his lamp and leaned forward so he could see better. The car had pulled down the side street, turned on the one out front and parked in front of the house. Ian watched the interior light come on and saw there were two guys in the car. They got out and headed around to the side gate, the one that led to the door of the walk-out basement.

Ian didn’t know much about the McDonnell’s house, but he did know the main living areas and the parent’s bedroom were on the main level, and down in the basement, he assumed it was another living area, a family room or something.  There were windows on front he knew would be high on the interior but were just above grade on the exterior and mostly concealed from the street by the overgrown shrubs.

 He watched the two guys go up the walk of the side street, enter at the side gate cutting across the small patio area off the basement and approach the door. One of the twins came out and greeted them, then the three guys disappeared in the house.

Ian tried not to do it. Let his imagination get away from him. But he pictured the guys playing strip poker, each round three of the guys losing another article of clothing until all four were naked. Then he tried to imagine sex between four guys, the bawdy nature of it, something that was so taboo for so many. But for him, it seemed like a fantasy, to be with more than one guy. But the truth was, he would do anything to be with one guy. Just one who would show him what to do, relieve his anxieties, and make him feel good about himself.

Ian went through the private school a mile from his neighborhood, the one religious based, and therefore prone to judgement of anyone who was different. By the time he was fourteen, Ian had no doubts he was one who would be judged if he admitted to everyone he was attracted to other guys. It had been stressful, unlike guys who were in the public schools where being gay was acceptable, in fact, the schools pushed for tolerance, having diversity lectures for the students. For Ian, he endured the crass comments, the derogatory and damning references to gays and lesbians, while keeping a low profile. He exaggerated his shyness, using it as a shield.

But he was free of that school having graduated at the end of May, and now he had over half the summer left to prepare for life on campus up at State. He was looking forward to the sense of freedom he hoped it would provide him. A chance to finally be himself.

He saw the lights shining around the trunks of the overgrown shrubs, how they suddenly dimmed, and he stared at them as if he might be able to see what in the hell those twins were doing with the two guys, for it wasn’t poker they were playing, not in the dark.

Sitting back, he glanced over at his video game, the console sitting on his bed, and realized that the guys across the street were probably playing video games, not poker, which would explain the dimmed lights.

Two nights later, Ian came into his room, towel around his waist, and using one to dry his hair. He stopped in front of the mirror, something he did far too much, for he could never look at his reflection without seeing some flaw. He faced the mirror and tossed the towel he had been drying his hair with onto his bed. Then he tugged the one around his waist off, flinging it to his bed too. He stood naked, looking at his body. He was six foot two and weighed one hundred fifty. He was lean, and to his eyes a bit skinny. His chest had very little definition, but his stomach was flat, and he slapped it a few times feeling the firmness of it from the exercise routine he forced himself to do. He may not be bulked up with bulging muscles like the guys on the football team or those that lifted weights constantly, but he wasn’t going to be out of shape for when he arrived on campus.

As he scanned down his body, not happy with his arms and legs, thinking they were too skinny, and his neck seemed too long, and he hated the cowlick at the front of his hair. He thought it made him look like a little kid, made worse by the fact he rarely had to shave. As always, he judged himself too harshly, and he knew it, thinking of the other guys from P.E. The bodies that were like his own in some manner. He was eighteen and he thought of his older brother, now twenty-two and how he had matured in the last three years to really look like a man.

Then he looked at his cock. It hung over his sac, which hung long itself. He liked the way it felt to be on his hands and knees, to take his cock in hand and rock back and forth while stroking it, feeling his nuts swing back and forth until drawn up too tight to do so. He also like the fact he was uncut and how it made his cock so sensitive to any touch. He shivered with how his own hand felt rubbing over the head when he had the loose skin pulled back and tried to imagine what it would be like for someone else to be manipulating his cock, tugging the loose skin back and toying with the head. The idea of it made his cock flex and stretch out until the head was peeping out of its skin. He was going to take it in hand, jack off while staring at his reflection, then lights passed over his window.

“Again?” Ian uttered as he moved to the window, pulling the thin white curtains back. He saw a Jeep parked on the side street. It was obvious with the top down and no doors. Not even an interior light when the two guys climbed out. “Shit,” he uttered at how there was no revealing moment of what the guys looked like as he watched them go through the gate, cross the patio, and enter the basement.

Ian stood naked, absentmindedly tugging on his cock until it was hard as he stared at the basement windows. He was fully erect, hand working down the full curved length of it, when the lights dimmed to near dark.

“Caleb…Carson…what are you two fucks doing over there,” Ian whispered. He pictured the twins, the two of them about five eleven but he knew Caleb was slightly taller than Carson, the main way he could tell the difference in them. They had black hair, thick and wavy, and dark brown eyes and a dark skin tone, no doubt from their mother’s genes, for she was Spanish. He pictured them shirtless, for they mowed grass, washed cars in the drive on the other side of the house, and horsed around on the patio without them. He sometimes wondered when they did wear a shirt. Both had a body that he dreamed of, muscular, with definition for pecs, abs, and bulging biceps that he imaged having the strength to pick him up…or hold him down.

Ian pictured the twins, fantasized about them having sex with the guys that came over, then he imagined them having sex with him. He stroked his cock as the images formed, vivid, lurid in detail, until he was gasping for breath and thrusting his cock through his fist. He shuddered, then sprayed his desk with cum.

Finally spent, Ian looked down at the mess he made, cum on the novel he was reading, puddles all across the desk, and even a wad on the keyboard to his computer.

“Fuck” Ian uttered in frustration at the mess he had to clean up.

Friday afternoon, and Ian was standing in the kitchen telling his parents not to worry, he was fine with them leaving at the last minute. They were taking off to visit a friend of his mother who was in the hospital. The friend had her baby but there were some complications and the baby and mother had to remain in the hospital for a few days. Ian’s parents were going to stay until Monday, then drive back that afternoon. His father rolled out the two suitcases that Ian knew held enough clothes for a week or longer, then his mother laid a few bills on the counter.

“Ian, just eat out while we’re gone. Call one of your friends and take them out,” his mother said as she gave him a quick hug. “And don’t stay up all night playing video games,” she added as she went out the door.

Ian spread the bills out and saw there was two hundred dollars in twenties and fifties. It was more than she had ever given him for just miscellaneous spending. He heard his dad’s Audi back down the driveway and looking through the dining room, saw it back into the street then drive off. For a second he just stood in place, wondering what he was going to do since he had his first real weekend alone since graduation. It felt like some test, like he was supposed to do something naughty or rebellious. But what he had no idea. He did know one thing he wanted to do, and he went up the stair to his room, stripped off his clothes and stood at the window watching Caleb mow grass and Carson trim along the curb, both shirtless with skin glistening in the sunlight from their sweating. He stood there watching them while thinking of the things he wanted them to do to him. The positions they could force him into until he found himself sucking one while the other fucked him. He stroked his hard cock as the fantasy became so well imagined he felt flush. Then he came, spraying cum over the top of his desk.

He looked down at the puddles of white cum and imagined Caleb or Carson forcing him to lick it up. He imagined a hand on his neck pushing him over, and he leaned to his desk and dragged his tongue through his cum. He didn’t stop until it was slurped up from the wood surface. He stood up and looked out at Caleb holding a garden hose over his head as water cascaded down his body. Caleb had on white shorts, and they turned translucent revealing boxer briefs underneath, then what Ian imagined as a cock. He stumbled, nearly falling, then got his balance. When he looked out again, Caleb was heading across the patio and into the basement.

“God dammit, Caleb,” Ian uttered as he tugged on his cock again.

It was nearly eleven that night when lights crossed Ian’s window. He jumped up and went to the window, cracking the curtain to see out. A small two-door sat in front of the house and on the side street, a SUV pulled up. He watched as a guy got out of the car, then one out of the SUV. They came together at the side gate and strolled across the patio. One of the twins came out to greet them, then ushered them inside. Ian stood at the window, wondering what was going on for it was a little later than usual for someone to be coming over. He couldn’t stand not knowing what those twins were up to and he slipped his flip flops on and headed out.

Ian stood on the front porch, lights off keeping him in shadow, as he stared at the glow of the two basement windows. He wanted something to happen. Some movement, a change in the light, anything to show the guys were in the basement, and not upstairs. The front of the house was dark except for the basement windows, and he wondered where the parents would be, knowing the house had to have a family room in back. After a few minutes the curtains of the far-left window glowed. The parent’s bedroom, he assumed and felt like the twins and their guest had to be downstairs. He descended the front steps and made his way across the street.

At the passenger side of the small car, one of those BMW coupes, which one he didn’t know, he looked up and down the street making sure no one was out jogging or walking a dog. Then he looked at those two brightly lit windows feeling drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

With the coast clear, he eased across the front yard up to the shrubs in front of the windows. Being overgrown there was no room to move behind them while standing, so he got down on his hands and knees and maneuvered behind the shrubs. Near the first window, he had to lay on his stomach and crawl forward due to the branching out base of the shrub. At the window, he saw it had blinds that were left open. Inside he saw a family room, with large flat screen on the opposite wall, with a large sectional sofa underneath the window and branching out across the room, splitting it into a sitting area and an area with a bar. The stair up to the main level landed at the space between the two areas and to the far side of the bar was an opening that Ian knew led to the side door, and he could see an open door within it that was a bedroom.

At the bar, Caleb was sitting on a stool and Carson was behind it mixing drinks. The two guys were on the sofa, Ian able to see the tops of their heads, then their legs. Music was playing but he could hear Caleb talking to the guys.

“Why don’t you get comfortable? Show us how you like to start to have fun?”

One guy reached over putting his hand on the other’s leg while leaning over until they were kissing. The hand moved up until out of sight. Ian stared at the guys as they kissed, then watched as one of them got down on the floor, moved in front of the other, roughly pulling him forward until his ass was right at the edge of the seat. Ian could see the undone jeans and the hard cock sticking out. The guy on the floor took it in hand and sank his mouth down on it.

Ian watched, every move by the guy sucking the other’s cock. How he would push down all the way, then pull up and manipulate the head. Ian watched him lick the head, then sink that cock back into his mouth. The other guy took his head and held it still, then pumped his hips, fucking the mouth.

Ian had to adjust his cock as he watched. There was movement to the right and he saw Caleb approach the two guys. He was naked with a half hard cock. The guy on his knees turned toward him and the one on the sofa slid to his knees, joining them. The two guys sucked on Caleb’s cock, one then the other, until it angled out hard, glistening with spit.

Carson strolled over, naked, stroking his cock. He moved next to his brother and one of the guy’s knee-walked over to him and sucked his cock into their mouth.

Ian wanted to take his own cock but the fear of being seen made him just adjust it, then lay flat on his stomach, pressing it into the ground as he watched the guys.

The cocksuckers were lifted to their feet and Caleb and Carson stripped them. Ian heard the twins talking trash, telling the guys to get down on the floor in a sixty-nine. He told them that while they sucked, to expect to get fucked.

Ian watched the two guys get on the floor, one on top of the other in a sixty-nine. They sucked the other’s cock and rubbed fingers over assholes. Then they were fingering each other, boring one, then two, and finally three fingers into loosening holes. All the while, Caleb and Carson stood to the side, stroking cock, and egging them on. Caleb moved first, down behind the one on top. Carson moved to the one on bottom, taking the legs and pushing them back, lifting the ass off the floor. Almost at the same time, the twins sank their cocks into the two guys and began to fuck. It was too much, the moans and grunts and the crying out. The profane utterances and one of the guys on bottom pleading to be fucked harder. Ian felt his own arousal, his cock so hard it ached. He had to get home, to the safety of his room. He scooted back then crawled out from behind the shrubs. He almost took off but just happen to see someone walking a dog. He crouched down low and waited while touching himself. Once the coast was clear, he sprinted across the street to his own home, where he rushed inside, up the stair, and down the hall. He stripped off his shorts and underwear. He pulled at his t-shirt, hearing it rip and he didn’t stop, just ripped it from his body and let the tail drop around his feet.

Ian fell back on his bed and immediately stroked his cock with a hard fast rhythm. There was no teasing himself, no slow stroking to make it last. He wanted to get off. He stroked his cock until the surge of release coursed through him. He arched his back, pushing up with his hips as his fist slammed down his cock, and came. Cum hit him in the face, then rained down on his chest and stomach, then slicked his hand as he finally slowed to a stop.

Ian woke late, lying on top of bed still naked. Dried cum flaked off his chest and stomach and the scent of it was still strong to his nose. He rolled to his back thinking about how he masturbated three times before exhausting himself. He had been so horny, so wound up from watching the twins fuck those two guys, that he didn’t think he’d ever stop wanting to masturbate to release.

He rolled off the bed to his feet and staggered to the window. Unconcerned if someone would be on the street looking up, he pulled the curtains to look out. The car was gone, but the SUV was still on the side street. His watched showed it was ten twenty and he wondered if the guy in the SUV was still getting fucked. It seemed plausible. The twins could have taken turns, resting between each fuck. He pictured them tearing that guy’s ass up with one fuck after the next until he begged them to stop.

Then he thought about how he wouldn’t do it. He would never beg those twins to stop fucking. If given the chance, he would take whatever they were willing to give.

He stepped back and headed to the bathroom for a shower. He would get dressed and head into town, maybe go to the pizza parlor, or the small deli in downtown, or that soul food place on Winter Street for fried chicken. He realized he was so hungry, everything sounded good.

Fifteen minutes later, he was in his bedroom getting dressed. He pulled out a tank top from the beach trip right after graduation and put it on. It hung loose on him, low cut around the neck and arms. Then he pulled out the jeans his mother had threatened to toss. Frayed and worn, the knees blown out, he loved how they sat on his narrow waist and was soft against his skin. And he liked how his cock could move within the crotch, the fly worn white and the fabric so soft nothing was concealed beneath it. He pulled a university ball cap on over his blonde hair, low, billed curved tight, concealing his eyes, then he grabbed up his keys, wallet, and cellphone and headed out.

He never knew how he got lucky enough to get it, but his uncle over in Evergreen sold him his old Toyota FJ40, a 1974 model with faded paint but a rust-free body. Because he liked to keep the top and doors off, his dad let him park it in the garage. Raising the garage door, he saw the front come into view. He moved to the driver’s side and climbed in. The inline six fired up and settled into a smooth idle. First gear, and Ian eased out of the garage, around the house and down the drive to the street. He was about to pull out when he saw the SUV guy climb in behind the wheel. In the side yard, stood Carson watching him leave.

“What did you guys do all night?” Ian uttered as he pulled out and headed toward town. As he turned into the street, he saw Caleb in the front yard, garden hose in hand. He waved, and Caleb waved back, and stared at him as he passed.  A look in the rearview mirror, and he saw Caleb was still looking his way. Maybe he didn’t look so skinny in the tank top.

Saturday late afternoon, and Ian climbed off his bed after an hour’s nap. He went to the window to see if the twins were entertaining already and saw them at the side patio with the grill smoking. No one was with them, not even their parents. It was just Caleb and Carson, Caleb at the grill and Carson in the swing with a bottle in one hand. He watched them until self-conscious about being a voyeur, then went to his closet to get dressed. He was hungry and had the pizza parlor in mind for dinner.

When he was pulling out onto the street, Caleb looked his way and he turned away, eyes back on the road, not wanting Caleb to think he noticed. They had lived across from his family for four years and after their initial meeting and that awkward moment when his mother had commented on him going to the Christian private school and how she wanted him protected from the wrong influences of a public school, Ian knew immediately the twins and their mother took it the wrong way. After that there was no communication between their families.

Ian motored away knowing the twins thought he was a goody two-shoes. As he thought of all the ways he had pleasured himself and how he been watching the twins of late, he smiled at the foolish notion. Hell, he didn’t even believe in a god.

Ian pulled in from dinner to see the house across the street looked quiet. No one was on the patio, and the grill cooled down. There were lights on in the basement but none upstairs that were visible. He eased around his home and into the garage, wondering if the twins would be entertaining anyone, assuming there had to be something going on for it was Saturday night.

Up in his room, he stripped out of his jeans and shirt and slipped on a ratty t-shirt and gym shorts, a pair he made from sweatpants, cutting the legs a bit short. So short the legs of his boxers were visible. Then he went to the window again, looking down at those illuminated basement windows wondering why no one had arrived at their house. Then he wondered if someone who lived close by could be there; maybe someone who walked or rode a bicycle. If so, they could be down there messing around at that very moment.

The idea of something going on across the street just kept simmering in Ian’s mind. He imagined what he could be missing. Caleb or Carson, or both fucking someone. He tugged on his cock, half aroused just by the thought of it. He went to the kitchen to see what was in the frig, a stupid attempt at diverting his mind from the possibility of sex going on across the street. He looked in the frig and saw a cucumber in the produce drawer and pictured Caleb, then Carson with erections, hard cock curved upward. Left over cottage cheese was in a small bowl with cling wrap over it and he pictured the cum from the sex the night before. Then he pictured his own sprayed across his desk. He closed the door and looked toward the front of the house.

“God dammit,” Ian uttered as he slipped on his flip flops sitting at the back door and eased out. He circled his home and stood in the front yard under the dogwood, where he was concealed in dark shadow. Across the street, the two basement windows glowed brightly beneath the shrubs, as if calling out to him. A check up and down the street, Ian took off, a hurried walk down the front yard, across the street, and up to the shrubs in front of the basement windows.

Down on hands and knees, he looked under the shrub not able to see anything but the far wall and the top edge of the flat screen television. He crawled as far as he could, then dropped to his stomach and scooted up to the window. He gasped, surprised at what he saw. There was no one but Carson on the end of the sectional sofa. Gym shorts and boxers were around Carson’s ankles and t-shirt was pushed up revealing the stomach, but the most important thing was the fully erect cock Carson was slowly stroking while watching the television. Ian saw it was porn. Gay porn, with two guys fucking. One was on his back, arms spread out, legs held up and pushed apart, as he took a hard fucking. Ian watched until he heard Carson utter something to the television, as if egging them on. Ian shifted up closer to the window as if it would get him close enough to join in the experience of Carson’s masturbation.

Suddenly something had Ian by the ankles dragging him out from under the shrubs.

“No, no, please,” Ian cried out as his t-shirt rolled up underneath his arms, while being dragged across the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Ian knew the voice and looked over his shoulder up at Caleb.

“I wasn’t doing anything…I was just-“

“Fucking perv, spying on us?”

“No, I was…it was just a little peep. I was just-“

“Shut it. We saw you last night too. How often have you been spying on us?”

“I…I…I…”

“Come on you little freak, how long have you been doing this?”

“Just last night and…I’m sorry. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone what I saw. I promise,” Ian pleaded, his heart racing so hard he could feel it.

“Let you go? I think not,” Caleb replied, reaching down, and grabbing Ian’s t-shirt at the neck to jerk him to his feet.

The shirt ripped and Caleb grabbed it at each shoulder and started dragging Ian across the front yard toward the side yard and the patio.

“Caleb…please,” Ian uttered, as he tried to get his feet underneath him.

The loose gym shorts and boxers slid down Ian’s legs until around his knees. His cock flopped around half hard, and he burned with his embarrassment and fear. Even though it was dark, there would be no mistaking him being exposed as Caleb dragged him.

At the gate, Caleb forced him to his feet, stepped on the gym shorts and boxers, and jerked him upward freeing his legs of them. Then Caleb pulled him through the gate and across the patio. The door opened just as they got to it and Ian saw Carson step back into the darkness of the short hall, concealing his own nakedness.

Ian finally got on his feet and walked willingly down the short hall behind Carson, with Caleb behind him, a hand on his back pushing him to keep up with Carson. He felt his nudity and found himself staring at Carson’s ass. As they passed three doors, one on the left, and two on the right, he saw a bedroom was on each side of the hall, and a small bathroom through the third door. In the family room, he saw the top of the stair was dark and the room was now dark except for one dim lamp and the glow from the television, another scene of porn unfolding.

“Why have you been spying on us?” asked Caleb.

“Are you gay?” asked Carson.

“You like watching guys have sex?”

 “You like looking at our bodies…our cocks?”

Ian couldn’t keep up with the questions, the accusations, and he looked up and cried out.

“Yes! I’m gay and…” and Ian sighed, looking down, unable to face the twins. “I just wanted to know what it was like. To see what guys did.”

“I thought you were one of those prudes, a Holly Roller,” said Carson.

 “No,” Ian uttered.

“You like sucking dick and fucking?” asked Caleb.

“I don’t know,” Ian confessed, and he looked up at Caleb, then Carson, suddenly defiant. “But I want to find out.”

“Well, nothing like the present to find out,” said Carson moving up close to Ian.

Carson cupped the back of his neck and pushed down. Ian knew what he wanted, and he eased to his knees, willingly, wanting it too.

Carson rubbed a leaking slick cock across Ian’s face. Over the cheeks, under the nose, and over the lips. The scent hit his nose and he licked his lips capturing the odd sweetness of the slick. Then he parted his lips, capturing the head. He licked it then tightened his lips around it and pushed forward as far as he could.

Ian felt Caleb move behind him, press against his back, nothing but flesh against flesh, excerpt where his bunched-up t-shirt lay between them. He felt the scruffy check and chin against his neck, then lips touch his ear.

“Yeah, suck that cock. Suck my brother’s cock.”

Ian worked his mouth along that hard curved cock with determination. He moved slowly at first feeling every inch slide through his lips, then he increased his pace until noisily sucking it.

"Suck it, suck it you fucking perv,” Caleb whispered as he pushed cock against Ian’s ass.

Ian moaned around Carson’s cock as he felt Caleb pumping hips against his ass, pressing cock between his cheeks. A hand came around his waist and took his cock, stroking it.

“You really like it, don’t you?” asked Caleb, stroking slowly, working a thumb over the sensitive head then moving a tight fist down Ian’s cock.

Ian pumped his mouth on Carson and pumped his cock through Caleb’s fist. He was so aroused, so wound up, he didn’t know how long he could keep it up.

Caleb pulled back and Ian felt him take his t-shirt and jerk it, ripping it from his shoulders. A fragment flew across the room to his right. Where the remainder was tossed, he didn’t care. He was naked, totally naked, between the twins. He held Carson by the thighs as he pushed forward, able to take a little more of Carson’s cock. He felt Caleb once again against his back. The contact was hot, arousing, how Caleb moved against him, undulating, and rubbing his back and ass.

“Carson,” Caleb uttered and suddenly both pulled away from Ian.

Ian looked up as Carson moved to the sectional sofa and Caleb came up next to him, just as naked and just as hard. He looked up the muscular bodies and felt his own sexuality like never before. He wanted the twins to show him everything.

“Come on, Ian, get up and on the sofa,” said Caleb, helping him up.

Caleb backed Ian toward the sofa, step by step until it hit Ian on the back of the legs, and Caleb pushed him, playfully, with a mischief grin. Ian fell back on the sofa and saw Carson was above his head stroking his cock.

“Suck me,” Carson uttered while pushing his cock down and slapping Ian in the face with it.

Ian opened his mouth and took the head, then kept his lips tight around it as Carson pumped it through his lips. He reached up and held Carson by the waist feeling the movement of Carson’s fuck in his mouth. Then he felt Caleb lift his legs, take each one behind the knee. They were pushed forward until pressed against his chest. It raised and spread his ass and he felt the exposure, how he was spread open for Caleb. A mouth touched his ass, then tongue moved up and down it. He shuddered and grunt around the cock in his mouth. The tongue probed his opening, and he took his legs and held them tight to his chest savoring the feel of Caleb eating him out. Then hands spread his cheeks further apart, then two fingers toyed with his opening, rubbing over it, teasing him with their intent. Then he shuddered with a finger penetrating him. Then two fingers sank into his hole, twisted and turned, then pulled apart opening him up. He moaned around Carson’s cock as Caleb stretched him open.

“Fuck Caleb, stop teasing the poor bastard. Fuck him, already,” said Carson.

Ian sensed Caleb moving, then the touch of a blunt cock head at his opening. A push, slow and determined, and he stretched open taking it. The cock bore into his hole and sank deeper and deeper. It felt twice as thick and twice as long as he knew it to be. The fullness of the penetration made his own cock flex against his stomach, then drool its slick until it puddled around the head. All the while, Caleb began to fuck. To tug outward, then drive back into him, over and over, until fucking at a steady pace. Carson fell into the same rhythm, pushing inward then tugging out at the same time.

It was more intense than Ian could ever imagine. The feel of his nakedness and how the twins were fucking him. Using him for their pleasure, and in turn his own. He slipped a hand to his own cock and fingered the head, then stroked it as best he could as cock piston in his mouth and ass.

“Fuck, the perv is tight,” Caleb uttered as he increased his pace, hammering cock into Ian’s ass. Their bodies banged together and it rocked Ian on the sofa with a steady rhythm. One that pushed his arousal.

Carson cried out first, shoved into Ian’s mouth then pulled back until only the head remained in the mouth. Then he came. Shuddering and jerking, Carson pumped wad after wad into Ian’s mouth nearly choking him and forcing him to swallow, over and over, until Carson was spent, and he had taken every drop.

When Carson slipped from Ian’s mouth, Ian lifted his head and faced Caleb.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder…make me come,” Ian uttered as he stroked his cock and watched Caleb fuck his ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Carson uttered, watching his brother hammer Ian’s ass.

Ian lay back, gasping for breath, then he jerked and shuddered, and as Caleb fucked his ass so hard the sound of bodies smacking together echoed in the room, he came. Wad after wad spurt from his cock, roping up his chest, then covering his stomach. He kept stroking his cock, savoring the feel of his ejaculation. Then Caleb leaned over him, held his legs behind the knees pushing them down against his chest and fucked. Fucked hard and fast.

“Take me…take me, you son of bitch,” Caleb cried out as he slammed into Ian’s depths and shuddered with release.

Ian jerked awake when something hit his face. He sat up pulling the object from his face, confused about where he was at and what time it had to be. He realized he was holding his shorts and boxers, then saw Carson standing at the end of the sofa.

“You should go home. It’s after midnight and out parents are due back before lunch in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, I should go home,” Ian replied, then he looked at Carson and smiled.

“You enjoyed it?” asked Carson.

“Of course, the perv enjoyed it. Look at the grin on the bastard’s face,” came Caleb’s voice and Ian looked over and saw him coming down the last steps into the room.

“Will we…you know, do it again?” asked Ian.

“I don’t think so,” Carson replied.

“We get a lot of hits, so we don’t do a lot of repeats,” added Caleb.

“I’ve seen,” Ian replied, grinning at the twins despite his disappointment.

Ian stood to get dressed. It was a new feeling for him. Naked in front of the guys who were now dressed, and he didn’t care. He wanted them to look at him, to see his body. He was lean but he saw how they had reacted to him. He had aroused them. He could arouse others. As he pulled on his boxers, he did wonder if that was a fast and hard rule, this no repeats.

The next Wednesday, Ian home alone, he held the note from his mother telling him to get the grass mowed for the next two days called for rain. He tossed the note into the recycle bin and headed to his room to put on old shorts and t-shirt.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the bed, then pulled off his jeans. He started to head to his dresser but went to the window first. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but smiled when he looked across the street. He saw Carson on the patio area, shirtless, sitting in a lounge chair drinking what looked like a beer. Caleb came out pushing his road bike, dressed in his riding garb and helmet on, and after saying something to Carson, went through the gate into the road and took off.

Carson was alone, Ian thought, and he went to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He searched down until he came to the gym shorts, he had worn last weekend. Then he searched the other side and pulled out the tank top. He held it up and thought better of it, putting it back. He stood and removed his boxers, then put on just the gym shorts. He looked in the mirror at how his cock was visible beneath the soft worn cotton fabric. The flaccid shape was perfectly outlined.

“I wonder if the bastard will even look?” Ian uttered to himself as he headed out.

Ian had never done anything without his shirt and as he mowed the small back yard first, he wondered why he had refrained. It felt good to feel the breeze on his skin, and in the brief moments out from under the tree canopy, the warmth of the sun on his shoulders and back. By the time he got to the front yard he was sweating. His skin glistened in the sunlight. He started at the front of house and worked down the gently sloping yard.

When pushing across the yard where he could look over toward Carson, he saw him laid back, apparently obliviously of his presence. But he kept up hope as he made his way toward the sidewalk. He pushed the mower back and forth, sweating and getting hotter. Normally it would aggravate him, but in just the gym shorts, he felt his body, the near nakedness of it, and the heat seemed to loosen him, make him feel like he could move in new and different ways. If Carson was going to ignore him, then he might go in and do what they did and look for a hookup online. He tried to imagine a strange guy coming over to fuck around. It excited him to think of it and he felt his cock stir within the loose shorts. They were riding low by the time he got to the sidewalk, heavy from being soaked with sweat. He made his way toward the drive, turned to head back, and saw Carson standing at the other end of the yard holding two beers. The shades hid the eyes, but the grin was visible from across the yard.

Ian pushed the mower across the yard, cutting the last strip, until he came to the end of the yard where Carson stood, and he let go of the handlebars, killing the engine.

“Hey Carson, what’s up?”

“Looks like you are,” Carson replied, pointing with his index fingers at Ian’s crotch while holding the beer with the other fingers.

 “Yeah, it’s the heat and -“

“And thinking about fucking?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you done?”

“With the grass, yes. Why?” Ian asked feeling more emboldened by how Carson was obviously staring at his body.

“Your folks gone; I assume.”

“Yes, until late. You want to come in and mess around?”

Carson laughed, shaking his head.

“One time and now you really are a perv.”

“It’s your fault.”

“I hope so.”

“Well?”

“Okay.”

Ian led Carson up the stair feeling eyes on his back, or more likely his ass. He didn’t look back as he went down the hall and into his room, knowing Carson was right behind him. As he walked into his room, he pushed the shorts down until they fell to his feet and he stepped out of them, took a couple more steps then turned to Carson.

“Suck me,” Ian uttered as he took his half hard cock and stroked it.

Carson laid his shades on the dresser and crossed the room, not hesitating to go to his knees in front of Ian. He took the cock, sucked it into his mouth and began to work his mouth on it.

Ian balled his fist and toes at the feel of Carson’s mouth on his cock. How it made him rock hard so quick. Even the slurping sucking noises added to the affect, making him feel so aroused.

Ian had refrained from masturbating since last weekend, wanting the next time with a guy to be just as intense, if not more so. He had been making plans on how to get someone by the weekend, but with his cock buried in Carson’s mouth, he knew it was his opportunity. Carson seemed different without Caleb around. He held Carson’s head and began to fuck his mouth. He felt Carson grip his thighs, fingers digging into the firm flesh and muscle, and he remembered how he had done the same to Carson.

“Suck me,” Ian whispered, “suck me off.”

Carson moaned while working his lips on the cock. It didn’t take long, and Ian began to shudder as he felt the surge of release.

“Take it, take it,” Ian exclaimed as he pushed into Carson’s mouth and came.

Ian pulled out of Carson’s sucking mouth, still rock hard.

“Strip,” Ian barked and saw Carson look up surprised, then a slow grin form.

Carson got to his feet as Ian backed to his bed and sat down. Slowly, teasingly slow, Carson took off his jeans, then boxers, as Ian stroked his cock to renewed rock hardness.

“Get on the bed,” Ian uttered as he stood and moved to the side.

"You going to reverse the roles? Are you going to fuck me, now?” asked Carson.

“Yes,” Ian replied, pushing Carson onto his bed. He moved over the bigger body, firm and sculpted with muscle, lifted the legs to his shoulders and scooted up close.

“Slow and gentle or hard and rough?” Ian asked in a jovial tone.

“Oh, I want it hard and rough. Fuck the shit out of me,” Carson replied as he lay flat on the bed.

Ian pushed his cock down and rubbed the leaking head over the tight opening. He pushed against it, harder and harder, until his cock squeezed through the tightness. Carson clutched the bed and shivered as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Fuck; you bastard, fuck me,” Carson uttered.

Ian moved over Carson, pushing the legs down until they were pressed against the chest, and he began to fuck, to drive his cock deep into Carson and tug it outward until nearly free. Over and over, he hammered his cock inside Carson. His bed rocked and squeaked, then banged against the wall. Sweat poured down his face and torso, raining down on Carson. The muscles in his stomach burned with his exertions and he was gasping for breath, but he didn’t slow, not for a second. He just kept hammering his cock into Carson’s depths until he felt it, his need for release build once again.

“Fuck you perv, pump that shit in me. Come on, pump it in me,” Carson begged as Ian kept fucking.

Then Ian couldn’t hold back, not another stroke, and he slammed his cock into Carson all the way and shuddered with release.

Ian pulled out and when Carson stretched out, he saw Carson was hard and leaking. He moved over him, straddling the waist. He took the cock in hand and eased down on it.

“Fuck,” Carson exclaimed as Ian sat on his abdomen. “You fuck.”

Ian moved on Carson, up and down, feeling the fullness of every penetration. He savored the feel of it, how Carson bore into his body. His flaccid cock, still stretched out and wet, slapped Carson’s stomach as he moved faster and faster.

“Goddamn, I can’t…fuck, fuck, I’m going to -“

Ian kept fucking his ass on Carson’s cock as he watched him shudder with release. When Carson finally stopped moving, Ian eased down and stopped.

“That was…intense,” Carson uttered.

“Thanks Carson, for breaking your rule,” said Ian as he climbed off the bed. “I’m going to shower, if you care to join me.”

Ian woke the next morning to find it was raining as predicted. At first it rained hard, quickly overflowing the gutters with storm water, then it slowed to a drizzle. Off and on, over the next two days, it drizzled rain.

Ian stayed in his room during the day reading, playing video games, and wondering if Caleb was as susceptible to breaking their rule about repeats as Carson had been. He plotted and imagined scenarios where he could get Caleb alone. He pictured that big muscular bastard on his back taking his cock. He struggled not to think of it too much for it made him so hard he wanted to get off.

When Saturday arrived, it did so with clear skies and mild temperatures for summer. Ian stood at the window looking across the street to see if he could see either of the twins. There was no movement around the house, and he wondered if the family had taken off for a vacation.

“Ian, honey, we’re going to drive down to Mobile to see the Stewarts. Will you be okay?” Ian’s mother called up the stair.

Ian went to the top of the stair and saw his parents were both dressed neatly, his dad holding the handles to two overnight bags.

“Of course, I’ll be fine,” Ian replied, smiling down at them.

“I left some cash on the island, so you can eat out while we’re gone,” said Ian’s father.

“Okay, thanks. When will you be back?”

“Monday morning. We’ll leave after breakfast.”

“Well, drive safe.”

Ian couldn’t believe how his parents had been leaving on the weekends giving him his freedom. And he was especially glad, for this weekend he had a twin to seduce. Or he hoped he did if Caleb was home.

As his parents drove around the house and into the street, Ian was pulling out his favorite jeans and a t-shirt that was worn and tattered. The neck was ripped and stretched, and there were holes around the waist of it. He would look trashy in it, just the thing to seduce Caleb, or if he had to, a repeat of Carson. He would fuck either of them. But this time, it was Caleb he wanted.

A few minutes later, Ian was easing out of the garage in his FJ40. He drove around the house and down to the street where he saw Caleb putting something into the mailbox and raising the red flag. He smiled as he pulled out and over to the curb at the mailbox.

“Hey, what’s up?” Ian asked seeing Caleb turn and come back to him.

“Nothing much. What are you doing?”

“The folks took off for Mobile and I’m going into town to grab lunch,” Ian replied, blatantly adjusting his cock.

Caleb’s eyes followed his hand, then moved upward until facing Ian.

“Lunch? Where are you going?”

“I haven’t decided. Either the diner in downtown or maybe that burger joint at the shopping center.”

“The diner sounds good. They have fried chicken on Saturdays.”

“That’s right, they do. You want to go?”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

“What about Carson? You think he would want to go too?”

Caleb smiled, shaking his head. “He’s with mom and dad. His cellphone stopped working, so he went with them to Montgomery to buy a new one.”

“Oh, that is a shame. It’ll just be the two of us,” said Ian as he adjusted his cock again.

“Yeah,” Caleb whispered watching Ian do it. Then he looked up. “Let me go lock up and get my keys and wallet.”

Plates pushed back and glasses refilled, Ian leaned back really looking at Caleb. The dark-brown eyes, the thick wavy black hair, and the dark skin tone. Then there was the shadow of a beard perfectly covering the jaw and chin. He wondered why most people seemed to be attracted to someone who was different. He was fair skinned with blonde hair and blue eyes, the opposite of Caleb and his twin, Carson. He felt such a physical attraction to them, even just sitting in the diner with Caleb, he felt his cock stir as he sat thinking about their sex and the possibilities of more sex. He realized they were muscular but still not as much as a guy older, who was in his twenties. Caleb still had some of his teen lankiness to him. But he had no doubts about either of them being more muscular than most their age.

“Hey, I was going to take the FJ out and play around a bit. Would you like to go with me?”

“Four-wheeling? Where are you going?”

“Down on the old logging road by Mill Creek.”

“Is it even passable? I heard it is washed out.”

“That is why you take a four-wheel drive there.”

Caleb chuckled, nodding his head.

“Yes, I’d love to go.”

Ian eased off the highway onto the old logging road. He knew the first section was used a lot by those who wanted to go down to old camp site. He was going to venture deeper into the woods, past the area others went. The FJ bounced and rocked over the washouts and eroded road.

“Do you come down here a lot?” asked Caleb.

“Not a lot, but it is one of the few places I can tool around in four-wheel drive. What about you?”

“The old camp site, yeah, sure. But that is not where we’re going, is it?”

Ian smiled, glanced over at Caleb. “Nope.”

Ian made his way down the road until he came to the fork in the road, the left angling down toward the creek and the old camp site, and the right going further into the woods. He went right, gearing down knowing the road would get worse. A lot worse. Over the first rise they came to a large washout, over two feet deep and Ian had to angle into it and up the other side. A short distance he was steering through another washout. All the way down the sloping grade, it was one washout after the next. It made Ian grin as he maneuvered through yet another one. The FJ rocked and bounced even at such a slow speed, but it rarely slipped, just pulling along like a mountain goat.

“Damn this is rough,” said Caleb, grinning over at Ian.

“Yep.”

 Near the bottom of the grade, Ian steered over to a small clearing and killed the engine.

“This is my favorite place on the creek.”

“Where are we? I’ve never been here.”

“We’re about halfway between the highway and that dirt road that goes down to that dairy farm. Let’s get out and you can see how the creek has cut into the side of this rise.”

Caleb followed Ian to what he realized was a sharp cut into the grade and the creek meandered by nearly ten feet below.

“You can see the creek came to this rise then cut around it, then straightened back up over there.”

“The water is muddy.”

“It did rain two days ago.”

Caleb walked around the rise looking at the creek move slowly by, obvious by the surface barely swirling and rippling. Ian watched him, wondering how far he would go before turning back. He had moved back to his FJ and stood by the front fender. When Caleb turned and headed his way, he relaxed, leaning against the fender, stretching out his toros. He adjusted his cock, then angled his head back, stretching his stomach, feeling his body within his loose clothes. He wondered if Caleb was looking. He hoped so.

Looking across the small clearing, Ian saw Caleb was less than twenty feet away.

“When do you need get back?” asked Ian.

“Whenever,” Caleb replied.

“You want to come here and suck my dick,” Ian asked, smiling at Caleb as he closed the distance between them. “I’ll let you,” he taunted, and saw Caleb grin.

“You’ll let me?”

“You know you want it,” Ian replied, pushing off the fender and standing straight. “Come on, take my dick out and let me see you suck me.”

“Perv,” Caleb uttered, but he moved right up to Ian, pushed him against the fender and kissed him while tugging on the jeans, undoing the button, then worked the zipper down.

Ian felt the jeans loosen around his waist, then a hand dig into front of his boxers. It manipulated his cock until he began to harden. Kissing back, he pushed against the hand, encouraging the manipulation.

“Fucker, you need to get naked,” Caleb uttered as he stepped back.

Ian watched Caleb reach out and grab the neck of his t-shirt with both hands and rip it down the front. A rough tug, then another and Caleb worked the fragments off his arms, tossing them into the FJ.

The warm air caressed Ian’s bare skin and watching Caleb go to his knees made his cock flex. He stood still as he jeans and boxers were pulled down, then he raised one foot then the other letting Caleb strip him naked.

“You’re confident no one will show up,” asked Caleb.

“If they do, I’ll tell them to get in line, you’re sucking me first,” Ian joked, but he knew no one would be coming all the way to this place.

“Damn right,” Caleb replied, then took Ian in hand, stroked him to full erection, then took him in his mouth.

Ian held his head and moaned as lips and tongue manipulated his cock. It felt good, really good. He grabbed fistfuls of hair and curl his toes to keep from tying to bury his cock in Caleb’s mouth. He looked down, as he worked his cock through the lips held tight around it.

“That’s it, mother fucker, suck me,” Ian uttered as he pumped his hips.

Ian saw Caleb had freed his own cock, manipulating it while sucking. Soon it curved our hard between the thighs.

“Get to your feet,” Ian barked as he pushed Caleb off his cock.

Caleb stood and grinned as Ian pushed him against the FJ. Ian pushed Caleb’s jeans and boxers down until around the ankles. He tugged the t-shirt up and Caleb raised his arms letting him remove it. Naked, big broad muscular back in front of him, and that round ass, Ian stroked his cock with one hand and rubbed both with the other.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Ian uttered in a low voice.

Caleb bent over, hands resting on the fender. He worked his feet back, bending at the waist. He offered himself to Ian, ready to be fucked.

Ian moved up close to Caleb and rubbed his cock over the ass until it left a trail of slick.

“Spread’em,” said Ian.

Hands reached back and spread those round ass cheeks, parting them until Ian could see the tight puckered opening. He rubbed his cock over it until it glistened wetly, and Caleb was pushing back.

“Do it. Do it, shit, Ian, stop teasing me,” uttered Caleb, resting his forehead on the hood while pushing back.

“Fucking whore,” Ian uttered with a grin as he pushed.

Ian watched his cock squeeze through the tightness and Caleb shiver with the penetration.

“That’s it; take me,” Ian whispered as he kept pushing.

Caleb pushed back and Ian found himself pressed tight against that round ass feeling the heat enveloping his cock. He held still savoring the feel of it while leaning forward kissing the shoulders and the back of the neck.

Ian stood straight, held the waist in a tight grip and began to fuck. Slowly at first so he could feel every goddamn inch push and pull through that tight opening, but once Caleb loosened to his penetration, he fucked faster and faster.

Ian fucked until he felt close to release, then he pushed inward all the way and held still, feeling his cock flex with his arousal. While waiting on his arousal to diminish he reached around and took Caleb in hand. His fingers barely encircled the thick cock, but he held firm and stroked it. Long slow strokes increasing Caleb’s arousal. He stroked until he heard the moans and grunts and felt a push back. Then he began to fuck, hammering his cock inside Caleb, harder and harder, while stroking Caleb’s cock. This time he fucked to come, not holding back. He banged against that firm round ass until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around them. Caleb moaned and grunted and worked his ass back and forth trying to get Ian deeper in his hole.

“Fuck, fuck, goddamn, fuck me,” Caleb exclaimed.

Ian felt the thick cock in his hand swell thicker then flex. Caleb cried out and shuddered and Ian knew Caleb was coming. He stroked the flexing cock until Caleb was trying to pull free. Then he stood up, held tight to the waist and fucked. Fucked hard, smacking against the ass. Then he came, shuddering and jerking with his own release.

Ian had never ridden around in the FJ shirtless, but he had no choice, the remains of his t-shirt tucked in the back. It felt good to his chest and stomach, the feel of the wind against his skin. He was sated, and ready to get home. Caleb sat next to him watching the familiar scenery pass as he drove back to their neighborhood.

Over the course of the remaining summer, Ian found himself across the street more often than not. Alone or with someone the twins lured over online. They sucked and fucked to the point of exhaustion, then played video games late into the night. But the best times for Ian was when he lured Carson or Caleb away, just the two of them. He wondered what it would be like in college for the twins, the two of them going to the same university, even set up to room together in a dorm. He imagined the scenarios where guys were invited over for sex with the two of them.

Ian found himself no longer as anxious about college, instead he was truly looking forward to the adventure of it, and the freedom it would afford him. His only worry was getting a roommate in the dorm that wasn’t homophobic.

Four Days before the start of Fall Semester

Ian carried a satchel and rolled his suitcase into the dorm, following two other guys. He found himself checking them out. One had red hair and the other had brown hair. They were about five eight or so with bodies similar to his own. He heard the accents as they bantered back and forth, one definitely south Georgia, and the other sounding like his own. The two guys took the stair as he moved to the elevators.

Walking down the third-floor corridor, Ian looked into open doors at guys setting up their rooms, laying on beds reading or napping, or a small group already huddled up to play video games. He moved down the corridor until he came to his room and found the door closed. Entering, he found a guy arranging one of the desks.

“Are you Ian?”

“Yes, and you must be Cody,” Ian replied extending his hand to shake.

Ian smiled as they shook hands, for he felt tempted by Cody and wondered how the semester would play out. Cody was just a little shorter but still tall and lean, wearing a tank top that was loose around the torso. He looked at the boyish face framed by black hair that was seductively messed up. Cody ran a hand through it as they talked, getting to know each other, and he knew it was a habit he would see often. But every raise of an arm to do it, let him see the thick underarm hair. It was somewhat surprising, for the arms and upper chest that was visible were smooth and bare of hair. He tried not to do it, but he scanned down, the loose gym shorts revealing nothing, then the hairy legs. He imagined those legs rubbing against his own and had to force himself to look up. He saw Cody looking down, then quickly back up to his face.

Did he just check me out too?

Ian hoped that was the case. When Cody combed his hair back again, Ian saw the silver hoops in each ear. He had to break away from Cody for a few minutes or their first day was going to get awkward.

“I’m going to run down and get the rest of my stuff,” said Ian, breaking eye contact to roll his suitcase out of the way in the small room.

“You need some help?”

“Nah, there is only one more box. Mom gave me money to buy new clothes and told me to wait until I got settled in, instead of having to haul them up here.”

“That was nice. It took four trips to get my crap up here,” Cody replied.

Ian rushed down, grabbed the box from the back of his FJ and headed back in. He needed the separation from Cody. Just a few minutes to settle his thoughts and stop thinking of it. But even carrying the heavy box back to the dorm, he thought of it.

Back in the dorm room, he set the box down and saw Cody emptying one, taking out more books. But the thing that caught his eye was the glint of metal at one exposed nipple when Cody was bent over. He’d seen photos of guys with bars through their nipples, but never in person, and he wondered how long it would be before he could really see what Cody’s looked like.

“I think I need some of the plastic drawers like you have,” said Ian motioning toward a stack of drawers on Cody’s side of the room.

“They look like crap, but they are cheap and work for what I need,” Cody replied.

“I’m going to get my things set up then go back to that mall on the edge of town. You want to tag along. We could grab dinner somewhere.”

“Sure. I just need to change,” Cody replied, tugging the tank top off.            

Ian looked. Looked blatantly at the lean body. There was just enough definition to show the masculine form but the thing that captured his eyes the most were the metal bars through both nipples. He didn’t notice how Cody was standing still, looking at how he was staring.

“Ian, have you not seen nipple piercings before?”

“I have…but just in photos. Did it hurt?”

“Like a mother fucker, but worth it. They are so sensitive now. When a g…when someone messes with them, it is a real turn on.”

“I bet,” Ian uttered in a low tone.

“Let me get dressed and we can head out.”

Ian struggled not to watch Cody dress as he put his books and class supplies on this desk. He hung the few clothes he brought and put the shorts and t-shirts away, then knew why everyone bought the plastic drawers, needing someplace to put his boxers and boxer briefs. When he finished, he turned to see Cody in worn faded jeans and a t-shirt, an old one for Joy Division and their album, Unknown Pleasures. He considered the title and how he hoped there were unknown pleasures to be discovered with Cody.