Another Story of Love and Dedication

Note: a while ago I posted a true story from a reader entitled "A Story of Love and Dedication". This story below was inspired by another readers thoughts as he relayed some of these events to me in his email while replying to me about that story, and how it reminded him of  some of the events listed below. The story is mostly fiction but many ideas were generated from that email, and just want to thank "Ted P" for allowing me to build this story around his memories.  

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Another Story of Love and Dedication

I’m Jackson (Jack) my twin brother is Victor (Vic). It’s been both a blessing and a curse, we were born twins, your typical twins, mom used to dress us alike when we were younger. It was both fun and frustrating at the same time, confusing people either on purpose, or when we found it amusing, and people confusing us when we didn’t want them to. Somehow mom and dad always knew who we were as did we. We did all the typical twin stuff, Victor was my best friend or my cruelest enemy, we shared a large bedroom, growing up we played together, we fought, we had all the same friends growing up, but in so many ways we were inseparable, yet we were different. 

 As many will attest we had a connection, no matter how different we strove to be, we always had a 6th sense about one another. I knew him and he knew me, both inside and out. We matured together and we studied each other. We checked each other out as we grew and watched our bodies develop almost identically. We often confided in each other about our development. I discovered my dick first, I think, it was my first time pleasuring myself, I was very young, no cum, but I knew it felt good, but that’s one thing that I didn’t reveal to him, at least until I was ready. 

 One morning when I woke up, he had a little boner going, and he was embarrassed knowing I saw it. I ribbed him about it and we began fighting over it, I told him I was going to tell mom he made me promise not to. Ultimately he was fighting me and we were down on the floor and I too got hard, and we were both in our PJ’s wrestling boner to boner, eventually we both knew we liked the feeling of our dicks bumping. Then he got serious once and knowing we were both somewhat excited, he confided in me about his own masturbation. We discovered we were both doing it, of course we made a pack never to tell anyone else.

 As we grew older we both strove to be different from each other we tried to become individuals, but still he was always there, and so was I. He joined the swimming team, he was quite good. Me, I joined track and field, we both had lean swimmers bodies, blonde, smooth, well toned and tanned all summer, he kept his hair short, me a bit longer, which kept us different, at least to our friends.

 I grew to like my dick, oh hell, I loved that thing, it was pretty similar to Vic’s, but I knew the difference, maybe because I saw his from a different angle, one that I couldn’t see of mine. We were both about 6 1/2 inches, cut, with large low hangers. I checked myself out often in the mirror, both naked and clothed and did muscle poses. Many times I’d catch Vic doing the same. We became somewhat modest with one another and as we matured we kept hidden and private, yet I would catch glimpses of him, his awkward light blonde peach fuzz as it filled in and the occasional glimpse of his naked package, it was pretty cool I could look at him and see me, if I loved my own dick, I must have loved his too, and vice versa.

 Finally one day I surprised him and walked in on him jerking away, he quick covered up and of course I ribbed him about it, and just as when we were kids, we got into a wrestling match with each other, of course that’s when I felt him naked, hard, and accidentally touched him. Well touch became stop and rub, and we were both sitting alongside each other jerking ourselves and eventually each other. Damn it was hot, it was like I was touching myself but wasn’t, and my first real experience with understanding myself as he felt everything I did, sure I guess other non twin brothers or close friends experimented but I think it was more a natural thing with us, at least that’s what I tried to convince myself.

 Anyway in high school we both kind of had girlfriends and my parents helped us get a car that we shared. He became a top notch swimmer, I also was very good in track. We always strived to top each other, we were each other’s inspirations. The older we got the more we confided in each other and we leaned on each other more and more. We were connected, and Vic grew to be my best friend. We came full circle, best friends, to mortal enemies, back to best friends. There was literally a connection between us, and we truly loved each other, more than non twin siblings ever could, I was convinced of that. The older we got we shared everything and never kept any secrets from one another, I knew Vic better than myself and vice versa.

 We shared our car, we had a calendar posted on the refrigerator as to who drove it when, it was fair and based on our sports events, we took turns driving each other to and from school, and we even switched days as needed with little or no resistance, I’d be lying if I told you we never fought over swapping, but let’s just say it was more an argument, but we always managed to work it out, we shared the privilege of having a car.

 I began to have a steady girl, Donna, we weren’t really intimate but hell no one knew that, Vic had a few girl friends, but I guess I was more serious than him. I assumed he played the field a bit. We talked girls and shared our first times, I finally lost my “V” card first, and he seemed to play catch up as if it was a competition, one day he finally had to tell me who and how he nailed some girl and where, but he stayed vague. Before the haircuts we swapped dates once, just to see if we could get away with it, it was fun and we enjoyed talking about it, but I realize now it was mean to the girls. Truth be told, I didn’t do anything with his girl except get a burger and see a movie, sure we kissed at the end of the night but that was expected, but that was all. I suspect he didn’t do anything either, but we bragged that we did. The worst feeling was the guilt I felt the next time I was out with Donna, not knowing if he really did anything with her, and I couldn’t pry or question it without letting the cat out of the bag. Needless to say we never did it again.

 One afternoon it was my late day for track, so I got to drive the car, as usual when one or the other had to stay the other had to either find his own way home, wait for the other, or heaven forbid, take the bus. So this day I had track and Vic was on his own but my coach wasn’t feeling too well, so after a brief warm up and exercise period he dismissed us early. I didn’t see Vic anywhere around so I drove myself home. I dropped my back pack at the door, and headed for the fridge for a soda and something to feed my never ending hunger. I then headed to our room to change. I didn’t think much of it but the door was closed over, slightly ajar, and I didn’t see or hear anyone so I assumed the house was empty. As I was yanking my shirt over my head and I pushed opened the door and started entering the room. To my surprise there on Vic’s bed was two people necking, half naked, shirts off, grinding pelvises. Startled, I backed off and out, hoping to remain undetected. They apparently were so into it and each other, that they never realized my presence. But I continued to stand outside and cracked the door open a bit more to peer inside, with a smile on my face, I thought, shit Vic’s getting it on, he was on his back she was on top of him, but it didn’t look like his current squeeze, this one was darker skin maybe well tanned, Latin or Mediterranean, I only saw her back, she was slender and smooth with a nice tight firm ass clad in tight tan jeans. Vic’s hands were roaming all over her back, she seemed a bit muscular, with darker curly floppy hair. I was hot and hard as I began getting off on the sight, I saw a bit of ass crack peeking out of those low rise jeans. But wait…. she looks like she’s got some pit hair, sure enough it was hair as the arms opened out wider giving me a clear view. Wait… then it dawned on me, that’s not a girl it was a guy, but it was still hot, and I was into it. Damn as I kept watching, how could this be? we tell each other everything, how could he not tell me this? Man I felt let down, and then I qualified it, that maybe it was still new and he’ll tell me tonight or tomorrow. Shit I’m not due home for another hour or so, so I kept watching, yet I was still aroused and extremely horny. They were going at it hot and heavy, fuck they continued stripping further and then began sucking each off then switching back to kissing. Damn it was so freaking hot, but there was no way this was their first time, they knew what they were doing, they wanted each other, they were into it intimately. Vic was sucking this guys hard long fat monster dick, he had the look of lust on his face as he bobbed up and down on that thing, the other guy had his hands on Vicks head and he had his eyes closed and raised to the ceiling. Vic slid to one knee on the floor the other foot flat with a raised knee as he sucked the guy on the edge of the bed, I could see Vic’s ass and his nut sack dangling below, the guy laid back, hands now behind his head, until he began convulsing, he was Cuming and Vic was taking it all in, Christ Vic was swallowing every spurt. They finished and Vic climbed up and then the guy began sucking Vic off. I could feel Vic’s ecstasy as I stroked my own dick outside that bedroom door. Ultimately we both shot together me into my left hand, Vic into the guy’s mouth. I may have made some noise, so I quick ran toward the bathroom accidentally slamming the door, shit I didn’t mean to, surely they heard me now. I spent longer than normal in there cleaned up, flushed the toilet and came back out. 

 I walked slowly back toward the room yelling Vic’s name, “Vic? You home? Practice ended early, had to drain my damn vein man, I thought I was gonna piss in my pants.” He yelled “yeah in here”. I continued to walk toward the door, I touched the door, carefully pushed it open, PHEW!, they were dressed Vic was on my bed, this guy on Vic’s, he introduced me to Manuel (Manny), we exchanged pleasantries, I did recognize him from school, but I didn’t really know him. He quickly excused himself saying he better get going, and he picked up his stuff and left. Over the next few days I tried to pry it out of Vic, I grilled him every which way from sideways, he didn’t budge, it’s the first real secret we’ve had in a long time, in a way I felt hurt that he wouldn’t share, I mean I was shocked about it, but I think I understood and I mean he was my brother and I know I loved him no matter what.

 I grilled him about Manuel several times, but he just said Manny gave him a ride home that day. So I began my spy mission, I discovered Vic was seeing this guy regularly, especially on nights he had the car, I followed one night with Donna in her car. I also caught them together often, just as friends, in food joints, movies, I snuck into the theater after them once, and sat a few rows back and they were defiantly together, I mean close, no kissing or public hand holding but I felt it. I was working him daily just trying to get him to spill his guts, I brought up his name over and over just trying to get him to say something, but to no avail. Either my brother was going to remain closeted or this Manuel was, and their reasons must be sound, so I backed off rather than confront him.

 I snuck home early from practice one day and quietly approached the room, sure as shooting they were in there, but the door was closed, I went back toward the front door loudly tossed my bag making sure they heard me come in and made a bee line back to the room. I caught them shirtless not doing anything but guilty looking as hell, as they concocted excuses recklessly. Then I looked at Vic, he seemed to surrender and said “ok, Jack, this remains between us,” a look of terror was on Manny’s face, but then Vic confessed, grabbing Manny’s hand, as to reassuring him that I was safe to tell me. I acted shocked as they shimmied back their shirts on. Manny stood to leave, looked me in the eyes and said thanks, Vic tried to kiss him but Manny turned his head and the kiss landed on Manny’s cheek and he left. Vic especially didn’t want mom or dad to find out, and begged me once again to keep his secret.

 Vic and I had a real heart to heart that night, he was in love, his first real love as he called it, the girls were just tokens to hide behind, but as he talked he seemed truly happy, I don’t know why but I just understood, and I hugged him in support, assuring him their secret is safe with me. That night while I looked toward Vic asleep in his bed, I fantasized the images of those two, as I beat myself off silly, I must have cum 3 times. I tried to stuff that cum soaked sock under my mattress and hopefully not forget about it later.

 The next morning we horsed at the cereal table and I grabbed the keys, it was his turn to drive but I played the dominant twin and ran out the door with the keys. He chased me and we wrestled a bit, but he finally gave up took the shotgun sea,t and began cussin me out. We were about 4 blocks from school, just approaching a real busy intersection, I had the green light when an oil tanker truck blew through the intersection hitting us broadside, right into Vic’s door. The car was crushed in half, Vic’s seat was bent all the way over into mine, his cheek was pressed into mine, we were both passed out. I woke to his warm face touching my skin, we were still seat belted in, I couldn’t move, Vic was still out cold, I found his hand and grasped it, and began talking to him, I was in pain but I felt connected as the emergency crews tried to extricate us from the mangled mess. It wasn’t long after but I felt the life slip away from Vic, I knew and sensed he was gone. As they removed me from the mess I refused to let go of him, they had to force us apart, I tried to look back as I was placed in the ambulance in horror. I should have been in that seat today, if only he drove we may have been at that spot before or after that damn truck broke the law.

 A part of me had died today, I suddenly felt alone even though my family was rallying around me, I was broken physically, mentally and emotionally. While in the hospital I remembered Manuel, I wondered if he knew about us, or how he felt, he needed to be loved too, and held. Just then my mom and dad entered the room presumably to tell me of Vic’s fate, but I already knew and cried as I attempted to raise my hands, and mom came running to me, no words were spoken, they didn’t have to be. Dad dropped a plastic bag on the table as he sunk into a chair next to the bed hiding his tears from me. We sat silent for what seemed hours, I was damaged but alive, god only knows how I wasn’t also killed or how I made it out so lucky……”lucky” I thought to myself…..and resigned back to the fact it should have been me. Mom and dad finally left to make arraignments for Vic after being assured I was ok.

 I looked toward the table where dad dropped the bag, I grabbed it, and it was Vic’s personal stuff, a silver neck chain with some blood still on it, his wallet, some pens and his smashed cell phone. I tried to power it up, the screen was smashed but it turned on, I searched frantically for Manuel in his contacts, he didn’t seem to exist, but I checked his calls and texts and found a “M” that had to be him, I didn’t have my phone so I took the chance pressed call, it went to voicemail I hung up and tried again, then again several times. Finally “who is this” a scared crying voice answered angrily. I replied “don’t hang up it’s Jack……. So you know?” Silence….. then I heard him tell someone it was Vic’s twin brother, his mom picked up and took over the conversation she identified herself, through both of our tears we managed to communicate to each other, she also knew about Vic and Manny and she assured me she was there for Manny, but he wasn’t doing well. She inquired about me, and like a mom tried to comfort me as well.

 About an hour later Manny was standing in the doorway of my hospital room, as he hesitantly approached me, and we both broke down in tears, as he hugged me with all his strength. Eventually he managed to climb up onto my bed and we just lay there in a warm incredible hug, sobbing each other’s feelings away. At that moment I felt a connection to him, a connection like I’ve only felt before with Victor. I relished in the closeness that I felt at that moment, it seemed like Victor was still with me.

 A while later, mom and dad came back into the room, to their unexpected surprise of this stranger on my bed, Manny and I both came to, and our tears began again, as we stared into my parents eyes. I quietly asked Manny if I could tell them, he cautiously shook his head yes. I said “Mom, dad, this is Manny………Manny is…I mean was Victor’s boyfriend”. Without missing a step they both approached us and extended a loving hug to him as we all balled our eyes out. What’s worse is mom and dad accepted it with little or no reservation and I felt their love. Fuck it, why did Vic feel he needed to hide this secret from mom and dad.

 A few days later I was released and we attended the wake and funeral, we held an open casket for the family only. As I approached Vic’s body, I could only see myself, all these years we tried to be different and today I could only see me in that casket. Later when we held the public wake I saw Manny in the back, and I went back and brought him to our front row and invited him to sit with family, he sat very close to me and held onto my arm the whole time. We lived the misery of greeting friends, family, teachers, and fellow students, then my track team and Vic’s swim team all entered in unison, no explanation of Manny was needed nor expected.

 In the weeks following, Manny and I became closer friends, we hung out regularly, we had Victor in common. We connected in ways that was unexplainable, but he needed me and I needed him. It was probably 2 months later Manny finally came back to the house, hesitantly I brought him to our room, dad wanted to remove Vic’s bed and stuff but I refused and insisted he leave it. Manny entered the room, I held his hand and escorted him to my bed where we both just sat in silence for quite a while. He looked around the room, Vic’s bed pristinely made and his stuff neatly organized like a shrine, and we just talked, I told him about Vic and myself and he told me about a side of Vic that I didn’t know, once again we connected in ways you can’t imagine. We spent many days and hours just sitting in that room. Mom and dad got used to having him around, my love life fell apart shortly after that accident. Several more months went by and Manny and I became closer, we discussed if it was weird being around me as I was nothing but a reminder of what he once had. I confessed that I caught them that day and even that I got off watching them, Manny’s descriptive memories became sensual as he opened up and shared them with me, I understood and got sexually excited by his descriptive memories. I identified with many of his thoughts and his eventual in depth descriptions.

 One day he just asked me if he could kiss me, at first I shied away but his thoughts and persistence wore me down, it was a first peck, but we both felt it. That led to a second more sensual kiss, we both felt it was weird but ok, and we thought Vic would have something to say about it but ultimately felt he’d be ok if it helped us both to heal, was he watching us? was he guiding us together?

 Today I wear Vic’s silver chain that Manny gave him, and I’m still learning about more about him that I never really knew. I don’t know if Manny and I will ever connect on a more sensual level, but I’d be open to it if he was, who knows, they say time heals all wounds. But for now Manny is much more than a close friend, I consider him family, and who knows maybe one day even more.