First Time with Twins

I pulled my still rock hard dick out of Brandon's ass and cum squirted from his hole.  Bryson leaned forward and grabbed his brother's cheeks to pull them farther apart, and more of my cum sputtered out.

"That's so fucking cool," Bryson exclaimed with a huge smile on his face. He ran his finger through some of the liquid that landed on his brother's peach fuzz covered ass. "How long before it's my turn?"

I started laughing and then I pulled him to me and kissed him. It was difficult to believe that just a month ago we hadn't spoken to each other in years.

The twins, Brandon and Bryson, and I had gone to school together since Kindergarten. We were the best of friends until middle school. They stopped coming to parties organized by my mom and dad; they stopped inviting me to their house. We drifted apart.

Then, a month ago, I was inviting my classmates to my eighteenth birthday. I saw them eating lunch on one of the picnic tables outside the cafeteria. I realized that they had withdrawn from many of the friends we had shared, and I decided to investigate and invite them.

I walked up to the table; they both looked up in unison. It was creepy how they had always done shit like that. I stood at the end of the table. "I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." I remembered that their birthdays were a week before mine.

"Thanks." Again, in unison.

"I also wanted to invite you to my birthday party. And I want to know what the fuck happened to our friendship. I should have asked a long time ago, but here we are about to graduate and go off to who knows where. Maybe we won't see one another again. I hate to think..."

Both of them stared at me.

"Come on guys. Talk to me." I looked over at Bryson. I knew it was Bryson because he had a little scar on his right ear. He got it while learning to ride a bike. "What happened Bryson?"

Bryson pinched his lips tightly together.

"Brandon?" I looked over at him. His signature difference was a tiny chip in one of his front teeth. Barely noticeable, and unseen unless he was talking.

I saw Brandon look at Bryson. He was doing that ESP hocus-pocus crap that always weirded me out. They denied they were doing anything when we were kids. Maybe they didn't realize it, but something was going on.

I saw Bryson take a deep breath. "Sit down, Leap." I hadn't been called that since seventh grade. My name was Phillipe; people usually called me Phillip. The twins knew how having my name mispronounced irritated me. They started to call me Leap. Everyone else now called me Phil.

I sat next to Brandon, and Bryson started to explain. "Please don't tell anyone else this."

"I won't," I promised.

"I'm not sure many people will understand what I'm going to say, but we don't trust anyone. If one word got back to our father, he'd beat us, I know he would."

"Maybe even to death," added Brandon.

"We've never been like the other guys, and we realized in seventh grade..."

"You said you suspected in sixth grade," Brandon interjected.

"That's right," agreed Bryson. "Well, we're homosexuals."

They had been talking with such a serious tone that when they used the word 'homosexual' instead of gay, I wanted to start laughing. Fortunately, I only smiled.

"So you think that's funny?" Bryson demanded. There was a little anger in his tone.

"No. I don't think it's funny. It's just that I use the word 'gay.'"

"Well, it's worse than that," said Brandon. "We also realized that we were falling in love with our best friend."

Bryson nodded his head.

"So you've kept this secret from everyone." It suddenly struck me how painful it all must have been for them. Even though they had themselves to share things with, they had isolated themselves for fear of their father.

We all just looked back and forth at one another.

"You know who our best friend was, don't you?" asked Bryson.

"It was you, Leap," Brandon whispered. Both boys looked down at the table.

"Time for total honesty has arrived," I announced. I was met by two confused faces. "You see, my father isn't someone who would kill me because of the DNA he gave me. I told my father, and my mother, that I'm gay in ninth grade. I never told anyone else, and they didn't either because, in this town, it would get you ostracized.

"So, the bottom line is that you're coming to my birthday party. The tag line is: I only want your presence. Corny, right? Presence, 'P', 'R', 'E', 'S', 'E', 'N', 'C', 'E'."

Both of them smiled. Their eyes were glassy, and I was worried that the three of us might get emotional under that big pecan tree. We had shared something special. I didn't want to focus on the time we had lost. At almost 18, we were different people than we were at 13 or 14. I was already wise enough to know that one shouldn't judge the past by today's standards.

When I got home that evening, I told my mother of my renewed friendship with the Jackson twins. I told her that I wanted to spend time with them away from everyone else at some point to make up for lost time and to solidify our friendship. She suggested that the Friday after the party, the three of us go to my grandfather's cabin.

"Maybe you can do some cleaning so it's ready for the summer." She winked at me. Did she know that I was hoping that I might learn how to give a good blowjob before I went off to college?

My birthday party was a success. I knew that everyone would be on their best behavior as my parents were friends with the parents of everyone I had invited. Many of them served together on various church boards. Brandon let me know that they had been permitted to come to help me clean my grandfather's cabin.

While he had me alone, he confessed that he wanted to do some gay things while we were there.

"What about Bryson?" I asked.

"I told Bryson I was going to ask you. We both know that you're not in love with either one of us, and we know that we're not in love with you. But you are a special friend. Neither of us has done anything with anyone."

I wasn't surprised by that. I had done my share of surfing the Internet, and I knew that there was an incest fetish and there were videos of twins doing each other. But, I suspected that Brandon and Bryson would not be a part of that.

"That doesn't mean that I don't want to watch you with my brother, and I think he'd like to watch us together, too. That is, if you're OK with it."

I let him know that I considered us friends, and anything we did would be as friends sharing fun and learning.

On Friday afternoon after school, we got into my mom's Equinox and headed to the cabin. We had enough food and clothes in the back for the weekend and to stock the place with staples for the next few trips there.

The twins had flipped a coin to see who would ride shotgun on the way there. Brandon won the toss, and I decided that his dick would be the first one other than mine that I would hold in my hand. I also decided that Bryson would be the first man I would kiss. The thought of it made my dick hard.

When we got to the last stop sign before the winding gravel road to the cabin, I reach over and put my hand on Brandon's thigh.

"Oh, fuck," he squealed. His breathing increased. "No one's ever touched me there."

"I've never touched anyone there. Actually, I've never touched anyone anywhere." I smiled.

"I've decided," said Bryson from the back seat, "that if you're OK with it, I want you to put your dick inside my butt."

"I thought we decided that we weren't going to do that this time," Brandon seemed irritated.

"Are you upset that he wants to do that?" I asked Brandon.

"Yeah. Because I told him that I was hoping you'd want to fuck me, and he said we should not do any screwing the first time around."

"I changed my mind. When Leap put his hand on your leg, my dick got so hard, I thought that my pants would tear or that my dick would break. And I got the urge to put my fingers up my ass."

"OK. Time out," I shouted. "I'm willing, but I want to see where things go. If it feels right, let's do it." I pulled the SUV up to the porch. "But first, I think you guys should unload the stuff. If I'm going to fuck both of you, I need to conserve my strength."

"I've changed my mind again," said Bryson. "I don't want the first guy who does me to be an asshole prick."

I laughed at the contradiction in terms, got out of the vehicle, and unlocked the cabin door. I was surprised at how clean the cabin was before I spotted the note from my mom. "Have fun with your friends."

I went back outside. "C'mon, guys. Let's get this stuff inside. We've got a lot of fucking to do." I grabbed Bryson and kissed him. "I'm gonna do you first," I whispered into his ear.

Brandon stood with a shocked look on his face. I walked over to him, unbuckled his pants, and reached down and grabbed his cock. Wow, what a sensation. I think I expected all dicks to feel the same. His was stiff, uncut, and a little sweaty. Rubbing it up and down made me dizzy. "How in the world am I going to get that monster into my mouth?"

Brandon took a deep breath and tensed up. "Fuck." He wiped his eyes.

I smiled. "Don't worry." Then I kissed him even more passionately.

We unloaded everything and put the foodstuffs on the counter. I led them next to the double bed and began to unbutton their shirts. Then I commanded them to remove their pants and underwear. They had identical swimmer style bodies as well as matching peach fuzz on their pecs and a barely perceptible treasure trail. Even their cocks were truly clones.

We showered together before crawling into the four-poster bed. I took turns kissing one then the other. Even with matching mouths and tongues, I seemed to enjoy Bryson's kisses more.

The blowjobs seemed mechanical to me. We spent several minutes talking about what we had learned by reading and watching videos. All three of us seemed to gag by trying to get the entire penis into our mouths, and while the warm wet mouth of someone sucking on a cock felt nice. None of us experienced the mind-blowing ecstasy we'd observed in porn videos.

Fucking, I must say, was a different story. I took to it like a duck to water. With plenty of lube and fingers to loosen things up, my dick slipped wonderfully into Brandon's ass. He gasped as I filled him, and even began to move his ass in rhythm to my thrusts. It took fewer than five minutes of fucking him doggie style before I shoved my dick into him with all my might and came like never before.

I pulled my dick out, and my ejaculate spurted right back out at me. Bryson was turned on by the visual, and he forgot himself at that point and rubbed his finger through some cum that remained in the peach fuzz of his brother's ass.

"I want that," he told me as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my slowly softening cock. I looked at him and saw something I had never seen before, and it frightened me a little.

"Give me a chance to recover here a bit. I want to shower before I take you on your ride."

I needed a shower to clean the cum from me. Brandon wanted to rinse away the cum that was running down his leg. We had been fucking without protection. Our health classes told us that condoms were for preventing pregnancy, and since I didn't figure that I could knock up either one of my friends, we didn't even consider wearing one. Fortunately for us, we were all virgins and disease-free. A lecture at college orientation would let us know that risky behavior can have dire consequences.

Bryson joined me in the shower after Brandon dried off. Again, kissing him was different. He tasted different, and the texture of his tongue running across my lips sent tingling sensations down to my groin. The water began to grow cold, and after shutting it off, we wrapped each other in towels and stood holding one another tightly.

"Leap?" Bryson began to caress my jaw with his lips. "I've never stopped thinking about you. My brother thinks I'm just not over the crush I had on you back when I first started to realize that I was different."

Staring into his crystal blue eyes, I saw something that made my heartache, not in the painful way that happens when you're hurt, but in the way it feels when you want something or care about something.

He continued. "I think it's the first time that Brandon doesn't understand what I'm feeling."

I pulled my towel off and dried his still-damp hair. I continued to stare deep into his eyes. Then, holding his hand, I took him back to the bed. Brandon had fallen asleep on one of the other beds. I pulled the covers away and sat on the newly exposed sheets. Leaning back, I took Bryson with me. Stretched out over me, I felt his weight. His chest pushed down against me; his penis expanded in length and rubbed against my abs just below my navel.

He held my shoulders and kissed me again. I kissed his chin before wrapping my lips over it and running my tongue in his cleft. Bryson rolled over and moved closer to the center of the bed and tugged at me. I knew what he wanted; it's what I wanted. I stuffed a pillow under his lower back, pushed his legs apart, and kissed his hole. I ran my tongue around the edge.

Small whimpering moans told me he enjoyed my actions. I licked his cock from its base to the head. My cock was swelled more tightly than I had ever remembered. Two hands held the sides of my head, and I looked down at the man I knew as a child. I wanted him, and I knew I would always want him. His right hand moved and pulled the head of my dick against his hole. I pushed; he guided, and as my shaft was enveloped by the warmness of his body, we both gasped.

Hands on my ass cheeks help pull me all the way into him. I adjusted my head and covered his mouth with mine. We kissed as I moved in and out. He tilted his pelvis forward to meet my forward thrusts. Nothing in the past could have prepared me for the level of pleasure our lovemaking was giving me.

As I neared climax, I felt Bryson's cock jerk against my belly. I felt the powerful ejaculation of semen as it filled the gap between our bellies, and then I pushed myself forward and as far into him as I could go. My dick swelled as I released my seed into him.

Tears began to spill from the corners of his eyes. "It's OK, baby," I told him.

"Oh, Leap."

"I know. Do you think that Brandon will mind, you know, our being roommates together next year?"

"No," replied Bryson. "I think he'll even enjoy being my best man. In four years, of course."

"May 31st." 

Bryson nodded in agreement.