Monday, July 30, 2007

Afghan Fuck Mission

by Martin Rammsonde (

The HMMVW rolled to a stop before a farmhouse north of Kandahar. PFC Chu raised his IR goggles and surveyed the scene. The heat sources bloomed and receded as he adjusted the image, until three sources stood clear. "Sergeant!" he called clearly to the companion seated beside him, "three signatures, two engaged!"

Sgt Willsen chewed his lit cigar. He was a tough African-American, an army man since graduating high school, and hard to impress. Chu hadn't let him down since they'd arrived in theatre. Best fucking IR analyst he'd had. He bit the end off his cigar and spat a wad of tobacco.

"All male?" he asked.

Chris Chu viewed the balls of light that illuminated his goggle. "Affirmative. Single male in north-west corner of compound, two males, uh, plowing ass in the south-east corner". The horny asian grabbed his own crotch and squeezed as he watched the blurry fornicators thrusting in his goggles.

"You sure?" his section commander asked. "three target males?" He trusted Chu implicitly, but he would ask all the same. Plowing ass was interesting. His cock twitched at the thought of watching handsome Afghans breeding Afghans.

"IR don't lie," Chris replied, "I can see their fuckin' peckers." The lone Afghan was lit up in IR by his
sweaty balls. The other two were illuminated where one's cock was sliding into the other's tight ass, and by the IR signature given off by their jizz-swollen balls.

Rufus Willsen reached over and killed the ignition. He swung out of his seat, M-16 slung in his arm. "Let's do it," he said, spitting out the butt of his cigar.

The two soldiers took up position before the farmhouse door, and on the count of three Chris burst through, weapon raised. He moved towards the left, to secure the southeast corner of the complex. Rufus rushed to the right, and before Chris had even navigated the narrow corridor to his targets he heard Rufus shout "Down, down, get down!" followed by "Secured!"

He entered a dimly lit room. In one corner he saw two pale bodies, on a rough bed close to the floor, coupled in coitus. He pulled the trigger on his M-16 twice, firing into the wall well above them, the muzzle flashes briefly illuminating the room.

It was enough to see the two Afghans, one atop the other, ass-fucking. One lay face down on the bed, his ass pushed up by a pillow under his hips. The other sprawled against him, his cock deep inside, almost pulling his fuck-pole free before burying it deep. Chu shouted in the only Pashto he knew "US Army – you are arrested!"

As the fuckers disengaged, their faces came into the spotlight of Chu's M-16 mounted flashlight. The battle-hardened private's jaw dropped – his two captives were indistinguishable. The horny fornicators were identical twins. His already stiff cock swelled in his combats, slipping free from the confines of his briefs. He gestured the naked twinks to stand against the wall, arms up and legs spread. They were clean shaven with short black hair, fit bodies from farm labor, smooth except the dense dark hair around their pubes.

From the next room his sergeant brought the other detainee, hands restrained behind his back. The prisoner's face, even with its tightly cropped beard, was similar enough to the twins to mark him as the older brother. He was shirtless, clad only in partoog, the baggy cotton trousers worn in Afghanistan. Like his younger twin brothers his body was fit, but more muscular, with a trail of black hair leading from a furry patch on his chest down into his pants.

He audibly inhaled in shock as he saw his younger brothers standing naked against the wall, their swollen cocks jutting away from their body: one twin's cock was slick and lubed; the other twin's ass pink from the pounding interrupted by the Americans' raid. Their bodies were witness to their older brother of what they'd been doing with each other.

Willsen pushed the older brother face first against the wall beside his brothers. The sergeant had an ID card he had found. He peered at it. "Who-came," he said, and looked at the man. No response. He grabbed his hair, and turned his head to look at the card in his hand.

"Who-came?" he repeated, waving the card.

The man understood. "Hukam," he said, pronouncing his name.

Rufus grunted. He slapped the ass of the twin beside Hukam to get his attention, and pointed at his brother saying, "Hukam," and then pointed at him, with eyebrows raised.

"Zmarak," the younger man said. He moved sideways to slap the other twin's bare ass. "Hukam. Zmarak," he said.

"Kakay," came the response in a low voice.

The two soldiers looked at their captives, squeezing their swollen cocks through their combat pants. The two twins, Zmarak and Kakay, stood against the wall, their arms raised and palms pressed against the cinderblock. They were naked, their young cocks still stiff and pulsing. Their older brother Hukam stood beside them. He stole a look at his younger brothers' cocks, relieved that his partoog hid his swelling tool. "Fuck, I need to bust my nut," said the older more experienced black man.

Chris licked his finger, and pressed the lubed digit against Zmarak's tight hole. With some effort his digit slipped in. The Afghan youth moaned as the American penetrated his luv-hole. Hukam looked away as the asian GI violated his brother, then slyly glanced back. Zmarak was pushing back, burying Chris's finger deeper, rather than recoiling. Hukam's cock bobbed and a drop of pre-cum leaked from his cock and wicked into his cotton pants.

Chris guided Zmarak towards his twin brother Kakay; the young Afghan's swollen fuck-pole pressed briefly against Kakay's winking sphincter, before it slipped in and was enveloped by his twin's luv-chute. Zmarak, encouraged by Chris's hands on his ass, soon found an easy rhythm fucking his brother's ass.

Hukam was now rock hard as he watched his smooth younger brothers fuck. His cut fuck-pole leaked a steady stream of pre-cum that hung like a salty thread from his throbbing tool.

Chris was stripping out of his combats, anticipating fucking Pashtun man-ass. His throbbing cock burst out of his briefs as he slid them off. His smooth asian body was hairless, other than the silky halo of black hair that surrounded his cock and balls. His sergeant looked approvingly at Chu's muscled physique, the result of vigorous training.

The sight of Zmarak's round Afghan ass tightening and relaxing as the Pashtun twink pumped his brother's love-pussy was by now too much for Chris. He dropped to his knees and spread Zmarak's cheeks, eagerly tonguing the youth's hole as Zmarak bred his twin. Zmarak moaned as his fuck-pussy was swabbed and then penetrated by the American's tongue. The moans turned Chris on more than ever, his cock throbbing at the thought of mating with Zmarak's sweet and tasty boy-cunt.

He stood up behind Zmarak, his raging fuck-pole aimed at the fucker's manhole. He reached around Zmarak to put his hands on his brother Kakay's hips on either side, and slowly pulled himself forward, letting Zmarak's own hip thrust's impale the Pashtun boy on his Asian-American ass-splitter. Zmarak moaned, enjoying the fuck-chute massage he was getting. Chris had only to stand still behind the Afghan fuck-stud to let his cock be serviced by the youth's tight boy-pussy.

It was Rufus's turn now with the oldest of the three Afghan brothers. Hukam couldn't help himself at the sight of the three-way fuck-meet beside him, and had dropped a hand to stroke his thick meat through his cotton trousers. Rufus's fat black cock was ready for action, and Hukam's virgin ass was virtually quivering to be filled.

Rufus put his hands on Hukam's bare muscled shoulders, and guided him towards the stained bed mat that lay on the floor. He pushed him on his back, then slid off the Afghan's white partoog, leaving him naked, his hard dripping cock pressed against his furry belly. The sergeant now stripped bare, his engorged black fuck-stick springing out of his briefs and wetly slapping his stomach. Hukam's cock drooled as he stared at the unimagined black meat.

Rufus spread and raised the Pashtun's legs, throwing Hukam's legs over his shoulders, and then pressed the bulb of his man-meat against Hukam's hungry love-hole. He slowly pressed forward until he felt Hukam yield, and then he buried his long thick cock deep in Afghan ass. He started fucking the young man long and deep, while both of them stole glances at the horny threesome rutting nearby.

Rufus was slick with sweat by the time he felt his cock swell in Hukam's ass, and his balls tighten up into him, and then he was shooting his black seed deep into the Afghan stud. He kept pumping his ass until his creamy spooge started pistoning out of the Afghan's ass.

Hukam was surprised to actually feel the American's hot mans-punk exploding inside him. And then, with Rufus still leaning over him, and the spent black cock still deep in his ass, with his ankles still draped on the sergeant's powerful shoulders, he felt his balls draw tight, and hot creamy Pashtun man-juice was splattering over his chin and chest. He involuntarily made short inarticulate sounds with each contraction of his balls. He gasped as his climax faded. Without ever touching his cock, this black fucker had milked him dry.

Before he slipped out of Hukam's ass, Rufus felt the contractions of the orgasming Afghan's fuckring around his cock. He leaned forward to lick the hot white spooge off Hukam's chin and chest.

Zmarak's cock had been stroking itself in Kakay's tight boy-hole with every thrust forward, while his
lovebutton in his own fuck-pussy was being massaged on every thrust backward by the rigid asian man-pole behind him. When he heard his older brother Hukam's noisy orgasm, it sent him over the top, and he buried himself deep in Kakay's ass to deliver his load. Chris felt the boy's cherry lock around his cock, and took the cue, vigorously thrusting to stroke Zmarak's g-spot and prolong the Afghan's fuck-blast.

When his nuts had been milked dry, the sweaty twink held onto his brother, still deep inside him, as Chris continued to hammer him from behind. Chris reached in front of Zmarak's spent balls to where the Afghan's cock split apart his twin's ass, and scooped the creamy man-juice leaking from Kakay's luv-hole with his fingers, then brought it to Zmarak's lips.

The twink eagerly gobbled his own cum from Chris's fingers, licking them clean. Still fucking the Afgan's tight ass, Chris reached again for another wad of Zmarak's boy-honey, but offered it this time to Zmarak's horny twin. Kakay, still impaled on his brother's softening fuck-stick, sucked ravenously at Chris's fingers, consuming the salty treat his brother had deposited up his ass.

Chris pushed his smooth chest against Zmarak's warm back, thrusting hard and deep into his velvety boy-cunt. He was going to bust his nut soon. He banged hard into the tight fuck-hole twice more, than pulled out and grabbed Zmarak by the shoulders and forced him to his knees. He pushed his cock urgently to the Afghan's lips, which parted to accept the thick cock and swallow it without question. He grabbed Zmarak's thick black hair and slammed his engorged cock down his throat. Once. Twice. And then he pulled free, and blasted wad after wad of Chu-juice onto Zmarak's surprised face. His boy-gravy slid down the Afghan's face; Zmarak licked what he could from his lips.

Kakay's cock still twitched, unsatiated, and his twin's twinkbatter leaked from his well-fucked lovehole. He knelt and licked the asian boycream from his brother's face.

Rufus grabbed the still-horny Kakay, and threw him on the bed mat. He rolled Hukam onto his side, and bent up one leg to expose his Afri-bred hole, oozing man milk. He roughly guided Kakay's cock to his older brother's hole. Kakay excitedly followed, pushing his throbbing fuck-rod up Hukam's jizz-lubed boy-cunt. Hukam grunted as his ass was vigorously violated by the second cock of the night.

Kakay wrapped his arms around his older brother for affection as well as for leverage, and aggressively fucked his sloppy manhole. With each thrust into his brother, his buttocks squeezed out some of Zmarak's fresh boy-jizz. The previous exertions with Zmarak and Chris had left him near the edge, and it wasn't long before his body spasmed and he bust his nut inside Hukam, his cream mixing with Rufus's.

Leaving the three brothers naked and sticky with spunk on the bed, Chu and Willsen pulled on their combats, their hearts still pounding from the heavy work of their man-fucking. They made a cursory search of the dwelling, confiscating an ancient pre-WWI Lee-Enfield rifle, which they threw in the back of their humvee, and then they accelerated away, disappearing in a cloud of Central Asian dust, the same dust that had stirred under the feet of Alexander's Macedonian army more than two millennia ago. Like the dust, the people were immutable.

When the foreigners had left, and with Zmarak and Kakay exhausted and in a deep fuck-induced slumber, Hukam crept to the farmhouse's tiny kitchen, and rolled up the rug on the floor. Underneath the rug lay a wooden trap door. He pulled up the door and peered into the darkness of the deep spiderhole that lay beneath. A bearded turbaned head appeared in the shaft of light dimly illuminating the base of the ladder that led into the squalid hole, and blinked.

Hukam sighed. His tall Arab guest would live another day. He dropped the trapdoor with a bang, and kicked the rolled carpet back to cover it. His cock was getting hard again, and only his twin brothers could extinguish the new and burning thoughts that fired his mind.


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Abe, a Jap Teen Model

by dale10 (

Before we use a boy in a video, we often have to check him out to see if he is indeed what we want to use.some of you Have asked about these early stages of seducing a boy. Exactly how do we go about getting them ready? So on this trip; I recorded with my camera the early stages of preparing a boy. This boy's name is Abe and he is fifteen. His name is pronounced Abey accent on the first syllable.

First, I wined and dined him and he was all impressed that I work with teen models and do theatre etc. when I had him slightly drunk; I invited him up to my room, where my assistant waited. He would stay in the bedroom until the kid was unconscious. We had more drinks and I showed him some models in magazines etc. Then I gave him some drugs.

If the boy is shy and doesn't want to partake in drugs, slip a mickey into his drink. Once the boy is really
woozy or out, you can strip him bare-assed and get an idea if he is indeed the boy you want. Abe had really
fine nipples, I saw at once, nice and large and pouty and I knew I would have lots of fun helping this teen
to develop them into real slut tits. Look at them in the photos, how well formed they are. He had a really smooth body with soft as velvet skin that I also liked. I got really excited, knowing what a fun night we were going to have turning this innocent boy into a fuck-slut.

I decided to drag him into the bedroom for a better look. We blindfolded him because my friend and assistant were afraid of being recognized in any photos. While I generally don't like blindfolding a boy, it added mystery on this occasion, and once my friend left, I could remove the blindfold for some nice face shots of the kid suffering.

I got the kid onto the bed and had my friend hold him so that I could get some good photos of the boy's virginal body for you on the mailing list. Please excuse my friend's shyness in covering up his face for the photo, but concentrate on young Abe instead. Isn't it a fine teenage body? Look at the well developed dick. It was then that I noticed that the boy had really large balls, not only for a fifteen year old, but for a boy of any age.

I knew then that I could have hours of fun with those cum sacks and that the boy would be in extreme agony. I wished I had brought my ping pong paddle along, but I was sure I could improvise. With my friend's help, I tied the boy to the bed so that I could really get a good shot of that fifteen year old fuck-sack.

You and I know that shots of fifteen year old fuck- sacks are not all that common on the internet. My
friend and I played with the boy's body a bit, waiting for him to come around. When he was coherent enough to struggle and cry a bit, I whispered to the boy that I was going to fuck his virginal ass and turn it into a cunt.

I told him my friend would also fuck his ass. Then we would put our dirty dicks in his mouth and he would suck our cocks. The boy really freaked out. He gave me all that shit about how he was straight and not gay and I told him as I always do, that I wasn't interested in a little fairy boy. I wanted a nice normal straight boy that I could fuck and turn into a cunt!

He threw himself in his bonds and wailed and screamed and sobbed and begged, and all the while we stroked his beautiful teenage body and just kept telling him we were going to turn his ass into a pussy and there was nothing he could do. I crawled up onto the bed above him so I could rub my leaking dick and balls all over his handsome face to freak him out even more. I coated his lips with drooling pre fuck, and he gagged and choked on the taste. I told him he would be a girl after we got through with him, and he could sexually service all the boys at his school. I then tied his legs back over his chest so we could have a look at that pretty virginal boy-asshole that would soon be a fucked twat.

He looked so dear, lying like that, scared out of his mind, all trussed up bare-assed on the bed, waiting for our dicks. I decided to see what the teen had in the way of the prick department.

I masturbated him while my buddy played with his tits...then I took a photo of my pal jerking on the nice thick teen prick. Now it was time to examine the young fifteen year old asshole in some detail, and then prepare it for its first fuck!

After auditioning so many boys and young men who want to be models and crawl from the darkness of poverty into the shining light of stardom, I know when I have potential talent in my hands, or on my dick. Abe was one such boy. Fifteen and a beautiful virgin.

True I'd had to drug him and get him drunk to get him into my bed, but I was sure ten or fifteen cocks up his ass-pussy would whip the boy into shape. Or perhaps we would have to actually whip him, or find some other games to play with him, but I felt sure he was a natural submissive and would break before long.

I am writing this piece to illustrate to you how we begin to work with models; before they reach the stage where they pose for the stories you see picturized with their beauty. It's not easy at first. Oh no, they fight and protest quite a bit. Not only from the pain of dick in their asses, but from the shameful realization that hundreds, maybe thousands of men are going to see them bare assed naked. Are going to see disgusting, humiliating things done to them.

This is the horror they fight against. This is what they fear will ruin their lives, even more than the
pain of a big prick up the ass and in the mouth. Of course I help things along by reminding the boy that everywhere he goes form this moment on... everyone he meets may be someone who has seen him fucked on the internet or in films.

I remind the boy of the Japanese baseball player who has recently become a star in the US, only to have scandal follow him when it was revealed that he was fucked in several videos when he was a teen. (I'm proud to say that this famous player whose name I shall not repeat at this time, was one of Ryo's boys... well at the time Ryo was only working for the studio, he had not taken over as of yet).

Anyway, every Japanese high school boy knows of this embarrassing incident and realizes that his own shameful acts may someday emerge to ruin his life.

How do I spot talent in a star? Well this boy had beautiful natural cocksucker lips. When I first visited with him, I just kept imaging my big fat dick going in and out of his mouth and those lips sucking on fuck-meat.

Next he had a really gorgeous ass, even in jeans. His globes looked full, but not at all fatty, hard and
smooth and round.

Third, he seemed naturally submissive. This is the most important feature that you must look for. Try to find a boy who is shy and a bit of a loner, but who dreams of being popular and a celebrity. These dreamers are the easiest type to break down.

The biggest surprise with Abe was the sight of those delightful tits. His tits are real winners, full and
pouty and perfect for some extreme tit torture. It wasn't until he was unconscious and I had his shirt off that I saw those prize winning tits. And then, I was further delighted by his heavy low hanging nut sack, very unusual for a fifteen year old.

I started to imagine the fun we could have filming a session torturing his ball bag and seeing if we could get it to hang down to his knees. And not a hair on his young nuts or around his ass-pucker.

My pal and I got his legs up and spread so I could check out his asshole. You know, there are so many young models in the underground porno industry today, that a boy who is already fifteen had better have a pretty extraordinary asshole to make it in the business.

Its not enough to have a pretty face, the other end had better be beautiful as well. Well, I am happy to report that Abe has a perfect asshole. Pink and tiny and with a corrugated rim and sweet and well, so fuckable. It looked so perfect I wondered for a moment if he even used it for shitting, so clean and pretty. I couldn't wait to start stretching it to grotesque proportions.

Look at the beautiful shot of his ass soon to be cunt. He cried a lot when I played with his pucker and told him how it was going to get all stretched out of shape by the big things we would shove up it. Dicks, and bottles, and candles, and broom handles, and sausages, and dildos, and baseball bats. I shoved a couple of fingers in and listened to him moan with pain and shame.

"If you think that hurts baby, imagine how a baseball bat will feel shoved fourteen inches up your hole." I told him to be happy because his extreme pain would please me and many other men as well. I told him to think of the joy he was going to bring to others. And then I fucked him.

And then my friend fucked him as I cleaned my dick off on Abe's face and gave him his first taste of cock. I won't write much about his screams of pain and his begging and drooling, and sobbing and crying. You've all been there and see all of that. It was a lot of fun, to say the least.

I wanted to insert a little moral lesson into the fun, so I told Abe, "You see what happens when you get drunk at fifteen, you end up getting fucked in the ass and turned into a cunt."

Boys are so unique in that when you break down their newly formed manhood, they become like little children again. He actually cried for his mommy while I was dicking him for the second time.

The second time I didn't go easy on him. I rammed that prick as deep as I could so my balls were slapping against his thighs and then I grinded my hips around to reach every part of his inner rectum and intestines and turn it all into hot, moist twat. I fucked him so hard, his young body was bouncing on the bed like a basketball.

You should have heard the miserable grunting that slowly replaced the sobs and cries. He was grunting like a stuck pig. I pulled out to shoot my load over his face, but he looked so sexy and hot in his tortured state, that I lost control, which is very unlike me and a testament to the boy's sexuality. I never made it to his face, but shot my load all over his tummy and hip and the bed next to him. My sarcastic pal snapped a photo.

I hate to waste good baby batter, so I scooped it up into my fingers and fed it to Abe. He tried to turn his pretty face away, but I held it in one hand and fed him the cock-snot with the other. "Here we go baby, time for dinner. How about some nice dick spooge. You'll be eating this every day from now on."

My pal fucked him again, and the boy's asshole was now nice and loose and the ass lips were swollen and raw, so we allowed the boy to rest on the bed for a while, while we telephoned ten of our friends to come over to continue the kid's education.

I love it when a boy thinks he cannot possibly take even one cock and the way he squeals and grunts with the dick in him, and how he prays it will soon end, only to find that there is another dick waiting to continue the torture. When I told Abe that there were ten more dicks to look forward to, he sobbed that it would kill him...that he couldn't take any more.

"We'll just have to wait and see," I said.

Well, he did survive...ten more pricks in his mouth and ass. And then we pissed on him and did all kinds of other nasty things. When he let him go, we told him that he had to be available anytime night or day that we might call. He was not to date girls or go out with friends.

He was to come right home from school each day and wait for our call. He would be getting fucked at least three times a week until further notice. And if he resisted at all, or told anyone, or didn't show up when we called, we would have to pay a visit to his dear sweet old mum and she would not enjoy what would happen to her.

Of course, I couldn't stay for further visits with Abe, I had to move on to new teen flesh, and I had little time on this trip. But I am going back for two weeks soon, partly just to check up on our boy and see how he is doing. I want to introduce him to animals and some other games.

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Gary and John Story

Chapter One.

If I thought I'd given Garry a shock when I told him that we were to leave Dover, I had an even bigger one given to me a couple of weeks later when I got to work one morning. Garry and I had spent the weekend camping near Exeter, trying to find somewhere to live. We'd come up with a couple of places that were worth a second look, and had more or less agreed to go down again the following weekend, stay in a hotel this time and check them out.

On Monday, I was called into the boss's office. There was a cup of coffee waiting for me on his desk, which told me firstly that I wasn't in trouble, and secondly that whatever he had to tell me was important. He wasn't the sort of man to beat about the bush very much and started off by telling me that he had had second thoughts about the job in Exeter. My heart sank at this disastrous news not least because I knew how badly Garry would take it, but before I could say anything, he hurried on.

"There's a vacancy arisen in our office in Cairo. That's Cairo, Egypt," he smiled. "The guy who was the Deputy Manager there has left, and I need a replacement urgently and I'd like you to go out there." He went on to explain that I could still have the job in Exeter if I wanted, that offer hadn't been withdrawn, but he thought I would like to see a bit of the world. When I reminded him of Garry, he nodded and said that he'd forgotten about him, but that shouldn't be a problem as the company owned a flat and I was welcome to use it, with or without family, he grinned.

The only immediate difficulty was that he needed an answer as soon as possible, preferably today. After giving the matter some thought, I told him that I would like the job very much, but I had to check it out with Garry first.

Having agreed that I could take the rest of the day off to see Garry and explain things, I sent a text message, asking him to meet me at the school gates at lunchtime. And, remembering how upset he was the last time I gave him a surprise, sent a second one telling him that it was good news and not bad!

When I collected him, he was firstly surprised and secondly, despite my second text, worried. I sat him in the car and pulled away from the school.

"I've been offered another job," I started. "But this one is a bit further away than Exeter."
"Where?" he asked, "And with the same firm?"

"Yes, the same company and the job is in Egypt. Cairo. They want me to go out there as Deputy Manager, as soon as possible."

He thought about it for a moment; I could see he was unsettled and had something on his mind. He sat, biting his lower lip and staring out of the window. It suddenly hit me what was worrying him. I was being stupid again, I'd missed out the most important bit. "You will be coming, of course. If you want to that is. If you don't want to go, the other job is still there." He visibly relaxed and turned to look at me. I think he was about to say something, but changed his mind and instead asked me what I wanted to do.

"I'd like for us both to go to Egypt, I think it'll be good fun. But if you don't want to, then we'll stay here."

He gave me one of his special smiles and unclenched his hands. "Can we go? It'll be fantastic, much better than Exeter anytime."

"But you've never lived in Exeter," I said, grinning.

"No, but Egypt's gotta be better, hasn't it!"

I couldn't argue with that, so I turned the car round and headed back towards school. "Aww, come on, you aren't going to make me go back to school now are you?" he said.

He had a point. I know that I'd have difficulty settling down to do any work under these circumstances, especially if I was Garry's age. I pulled a face at him, and agreed that we could give school a miss for once. Instead we went back to my office where I introduced Garry to the people that worked there before going in to see the boss. He and Garry had met once or twice before, usually at company social functions, but they'd never actually spoken very much. I was impressed by the way Garry carried himself, given that the meeting was so unexpected. Wechatted for a while before I confirmed that I would take the post up if it was still on offer, provided that the accommodation was taken care of, and Garry could accompany me. This was quickly agreed to, and to sort of celebrate I took the rest of the afternoon off to go out with Garry.

I don't think the reality of the rapid change in circumstances really hit us until we walked out of the office onto the street when Garry and I looked at each other in disbelief. "Did we just agree to go to live in Egypt?" I said, looking at my nephew. "Err, yes I think we did." he grinned.

We laughed almost insanely at each other and headed off into town to get something to eat.


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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Boy Seeds Fulfilled

The boy returned to his vision place of stone: a cold dark cave that stretched out to the river like a hand of bone. Hope was in his heart. This was where the three look-alike youths had embraced him with love, lust and wisdom from inside himself. He felt ready now to seek for a man's love.

Father Sun was hidden behind the clouds. Not yet risen in His sky was old Grandfather Moon who had witnessed the youth's first release of boy seeds. A warrior in camp had embraced him proudly for that accomplishment but he wasn't a man who desired a boy. He only lusted for his squaws. In pain, the youth had to turn away from him so that his heart could be openfor another. A man who could give him love from his body as well as from his heart.

The boy stood against cold dark stone all morning to wait for him.

There came a dipping sound from the river. The boy tried peering through the thick fog to see what it was when he spied the ghostly shape that became a canoe; a young man inside. His long black hair was braided over his chest. Long willow arms rested over his dark folded legs. He smiled. The boy went to the edge of his cave to give a friendly wave. In his heart burned the hope for love.

Yet it seemed not to be. The boy watched the long canoe with its man slipping by him over the slow moving river; a really handsome man. Urgency tugged at the youth's heart. He would have to catch him!

With a soft splash, the boy dived into the river. Its cold spirit sucked warmth from his small body. Breaths held. Above him he swam towards the dark shape on the water. When he surfaced, the man smiled again. His strong hand lifted the dripping youth into his canoe.

Nothing spoken could pass between them in understanding so hand gestures were made. The brave asked why he had come. The youth's earlier boldness now turned to reluctance. How could he ask the man if he was the one to love him?

The canoe was turned towards the bank by the brave's slow movement of his wooden paddle. It dipped into the water like a thirsty bird. A mesmerizing rhythm. The boy faced the man with a shy grin and his keen eyes studied him. Strength shown from the man's arms as he maneuvered his canoe. His breast flexed with power. In the man's breechclout, his male bulge caught the boy's eye. It caused a swift lifting of the youth's pole for the man to spy on.

The brave lowered his wooden paddle into the canoe. He smiled at the youth for his proud male display: a hard pole standing against his belly. The man wasn't surprised when the boy began pulling on it. A common male rite. He seemed of age to spill boy seeds from it.

The man nodded with understanding. He remembered in his youth the need to pleasure his growing body that led to spilling his own boy seeds just like this youth was trying. Yet more than simple thrills burned in this boy's eyes; some kind of wanting: for him?

The brave felt his manly excitement for the naked boy sitting in his canoe. A really cute youth from a tribe not of his People. He had desired to have a son but to get one, he'd have to lay with a squaw. His loins felt no lust for one. That shameful realization had kept him away from his tribe. He was in search of the reason why.

Within the man's breechclout came an answer. His loins were hard not for a woman but for this young boy. Shame was cast aside to accept the truth of it. When the youth gestured for him to reveal his hidden excitement, the brave felt like the ground-bound chick that had finally grown wings to fly away.

Without shame, the young man lifted the front cloth to his breechclout. What had lain inside it made the boy grin. He saw that the brave's display matched his but with greater power. His slim hand began playing over it to join into the boy's lusty game.

The youth wanted something more. His hand dropped away from his aching flesh so that he could express the aching from his heart. He held the man's knees, their bodies whispering over the water. A great longing filled the boy's eyes. He wondered if the man would see it.

When the long willow arms reached out for him, the youth sprang into the man's lap. It became a wonderful hug of warmth and bodily love. They embraced beyond the love of father for his son. So easily their differing sizes fitted to complete each other. They made love.

The ghostly shape of a canoe drifted down the river unguided. No soft dipping. The man had his arms full of boy. Kisses were given him and between them their hard poles danced to a lusty beat. The boy kept his body close to the brave's male power that pleasured him beyond knowledge and hope. His finger erection pressed against the man's fleshy spear with building thrills. In the youth's heart, he heard singing that spoke to him about this nice man: love, Love, LOVE HIM!

The young brave heard that same song in his heart. He kept the youth's small body close to his breast and made sweet love to him. Kisses went to the boy's hair. His manly cock rubbed against the stiff boy pole in a proud show of male pleasuring. Their differing bodies were trying hard to
become one.

In a thunderous climax, both loins flowed between trembling bellies. The sweet joy from their union bound the boy to his man. He had at last found love. Boy seeds were fulfilled.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

The Orgy Room

It's almost 11PM, and the room is pitch black. I can't see my hand in front of my face. And it's amazingly quiet in here . . . except for periodic moans and groans that grow in intensity, as someone in the room approaches a climax. For the first time in my life, I'm in the orgy room of a gay bathhouse.

I've been here for about ten minutes now, and one thing I've learned for sure . . . the room is full of swinging cocks. It is wall to wall hard dick in here. Yet there's almost no conversation going on. This is apparently a place where horny guys get down to the basics of raw, animal, man to man sex. With no preliminaries.

I'm feeling my way around the room, trying to get my bearings. Some dude behind me is groping me as I move, but I try to ignore him. It's all too much too soon for me. Apparently the only furniture is a huge round bed in the middle of the room. As I ease around the bed I feel a tangle of hairy arms and legs and dicks and balls, in a bewildering array of positions and activities.

And now that I'm close to the bed, I hear the unmistakable sounds of hot gay male sex. The soft slurping sounds of cocks thrusting in and out of mouths. And the soft grunts and groans of some lucky dude taking an extra big dick up his ass.

I feel dizzy. This is hormone overload for me, and I guess I'm not ready for it yet. I manage to find a tiny piece of the bed that's unoccupied, and I gratefully sit down on it. But within seconds I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. Someone is apparently standing directly in front of me, but I can't see a thing because of the total darkness. Then, in rapid succession, I feel a hairy crotch being pushed into my face, and a big dickhead oozing precum being rubbed against my lips.

The guy who belongs to the dick leans down and whispers in my ear, a husky, hoarse whisper, "How about smoking on this for a while, buddy?!"

I'm about to say, "Back off, man!" But then I rub my hands from his groin up across muscular abs and pecs, and then back to his groin again. I wrap my hand around his cock, and that really gets my attention. He has one of those heavy, pumped up dicks that feels like it's just bursting with cum.

I know I'm a piece of meat to this dude, but I'm totally turned on by his awesome bod and his pumped up rod. "Smoke on it, huh?", I whisper in reply. "Sure, I'll smoke on your dick, you cocky bastard." Since it's so dark in here, he doesn't know I'm grinning from ear to ear.

Without another word, he takes my hand and leads me to a corner of the room. It's slow going, because there are a lot of hard, naked men between us and the corner. Once we're there, I feel him turn to face me. He puts his hands on my shoulders again and pushes me down. I go with the flow and find myself on my knees, with his leaking dickhead back on my lips. This time I open my mouth and take him in, and he lets out a deep groan.

My tongue starts working on the underside of his cockhead. I can tell I'm doing it right, even if I am inexperienced. He's got both of his hands cupped behind my head, and he's pumping his hips back and forth. He's fucking my face with slow, shallow strokes, so that my tongue never leaves the head of his dick.

And I can tell he's really starting to get horned up now. His strokes are still slow and gentle, but he's starting to plow into me a little deeper with each thrust. And somewhere between my conscious and subconscious mind it registers with me that I'm giving this dude a blow job! That's a first for me. My few previous experiences were all reciprocal.

I guess I always thought that giving a blow job would be demeaning. But instead it's exhilarating! I know I'm just servicing this guy. He's just using me to get his rocks off. But he's got such a gentle touch – it excites me to be able to help him shoot his load.

I've been concentrating totally on his luscious dick up until now. Then it dawns on me that all this time I've been holding onto a really great, firm, muscular ass. I rub my hand over it and feel him shudder. I rub my finger over his hairy ass crack and he groans. I burrow a finger farther in - searching for his asshole and I feel him jump. I'm starting to think that this dude might be as inexperienced as I am. Then he puts his hands down on my shoulders again and massages them, as if to say it's okay to continue.

So I go on probing - and there it is. His asshole is moist from sweat - and tight. I stroke it and massage it and rub it. I love the way it feels. It's so smooth and velvety compared to all the coarse hairs surrounding it. And then my finger gently pushes into his asshole – all the way in. And he is moaning continuously now. I am so turned on by his asshole, if I didn't have a mouthful of dick I know I would rim him now. And that would be another first for me.

He slows his thrusts now, and then stops with just his cock head still in my mouth. He's panting hard. I know he's close and doesn't want to cum yet. So I pull my finger out of his asshole, and grab hold of his hairy thighs with both hands. He puts a hand on each of my cheeks, so that he is holding my head in his hands. And then we both remain perfectly still.

And somehow I find this quiet interlude tremendously erotic. Neither of us wants him to cum yet. Both of us want him to continue his slow gentle strokes in my mouth. So we are being totally still - to bring him back from the brink - so we can prolong our sexual intimacy.

Then, after several minutes, he begins anew. With his cock head in my mouth, he gently pulls my head toward his crotch. And his dick glides slowly into my mouth, while his body remains motionless. He continues pulling my head toward him until my face is pressing hard against his hairy crotch, and his cock is down my throat. Then he gives one or two gentle thrusts with his hips, just to be sure that I know that he's all the way in. To complete the cycle, he slowly pushes my head back away from his crotch, and his dick slides out of my throat.

His only motion is the movement of his hands as he directs my head into his crotch and then back out again - along with the gentle hip thrust when his dick is all the way down my throat. He is an expert at giving long, leisurely thrusts. All of his movements are fluid and graceful. Over and over I feel the sensuous slow passage of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. His moans are continuous again. And just knowing that I am responsible for giving this man so much sexual pleasure is a real turn-on for me. I'm on my knees before him, to do his bidding. I want him to use my body so he can experience the exquisite moments of orgasm.

Then I have the weirdest sensation. It's just that everything about the two of us together seems so right. Our movements seem like those of two long time lovers slow dancing together - moving as one without missing a beat.

But then our rhythm is broken as he drops to his knees facing me. He embraces me and kisses me softly on the lips. His kisses are as gentle as his strokes, and his lips linger on mine as he runs his tongue lightly across my lips.

Whoa! What's going on here? A moment ago I was giving a slow and gentle blow job to a very appreciative bloke. And now we're involved in a love-fest! Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining - just very surprised.

We roll over onto the carpet so that we are lying side by side facing each other. I press up hard against him - I just can't get enough of him. Then in a flash he reverses himself, so that we are lying in the classic 69 position. His hairy balls have a heady, musky aroma. I lick the underside of them, where they are joined to his groin, and I hear another groan. Then I burrow my nose into his hairy crotch and inhale the raunchy, beautiful, masculine aroma of fresh male sweat.

Our minds are working as one now. As I take his throbbing dick down my throat, my cock glides slowly into his mouth. Even though I'm a thick seven inches, he takes me to the hilt. And I know I have all of him when I feel my nose pressing up against his balls.

And that's the beginning of an awesome half hour of oral sex. Moving our hips and our heads, we fuck each other slow and gentle, then fast and hard, and then back to slow and gentle again. We seem somehow to be in perfect sync. Everything seems to fit. I wish it could go on forever.

I know he prefers long, slow and gentle strokes, so I'm giving him those exclusively now. My dick slides in and out of his mouth with a wondrous, slow, rhythmic cadence. And his cock maintains that same cadence in my mouth.

I know I'm getting close now, so I pull my cock part way out of his mouth, so that he can focus all of his attention on my dick head. It's had so much stimulation that it's now super-sensitive to his touch. He wraps his tongue around it, sucking and licking and then sucking some more.

And that pushes me over the brink. My cock goes granite hard. The cum churns in my balls, rushes up my thick cum tube and explodes in his mouth. I hear both of us moan as the first spurt blasts the back of his throat. And then there are several more - they coat his mouth and throat with my hot jizz. When my spurts subside he licks the head of my dick, slowly and sensually, to get the last of the cum that is still oozing from me. Bells and whistles go off in my head, and I marvel at the ability of this stranger to bring me such ecstasy.

Feeling the flood of my cum in his mouth pushes him over the edge too. He sends five or six heavy shots of white hot jizz into me. I hold it in my mouth and swallow it slowly - savoring it. And once again I'm amazed that this act of intimacy effects me in such a profound way. I feel at peace
with the world.

Barely moving, we hold one another tightly as we lick up the last drops of cum. Then he swings around again and lies gently on top of me. We kiss tenderly as we lie clinging to one another for several minutes – totally oblivious to the moans and groans of others in the room.

Then, with a final kiss he is up and moving toward the door. I'm surprised by his sudden departure, and I follow him out a few seconds later. I look down the hall but there is no one in sight.

I stumble into an empty room, lock the door and crash on the bed. I replay the past hour in my mind. Everything seemed so right between us, and then he vanishes without a trace. But I know I shouldn't really be surprised. I have always heard that bathhouse sex is anonymous sex. I toss and turn before finally conking out around 5AM.

I wake up around 2PM that afternoon, thinking about Kevin. Gorgeous Kevin, who has always been my closest friend. Kevin and I are kindred spirits - soul mates. Kevin is my guardian angel and my father confessor. He's always there for me when things are bleak, with a big shoulder for me to cry on.

Kevin is the light of my life. I can not imagine life without him. He completes me. He is a part of me. If he wasn't straight, he and I would almost certainly be lovers. Kevin is my nineteen year old brother – my identical twin brother.

Our intense closeness developed in early adolescence. That's when we became inseparable. People stopped mentioning our names alone. It was never just `Kevin' anymore. It was never just `Marky' anymore. From then on it was always `Kevin and Marky'. We never went through that stage that so many identical twins go through - when they yearn for a totally separate identity of their own. Our identities are inextricably linked, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

What we have is so much more than brotherly love. It verges on romantic love. We go on long walks on the beach together - just the two of us. If the beach is deserted, we hold hands. On those occasions - when he reaches over and takes my hand - I feel as though we are the only two people in the world.

Beginning about four months ago, every Wednesday we go out to dinner at a gay restaurant in West Hollywood. Just the two of us. It's a romantic, candle lit spot, and we always get a booth. He sits beside me in the booth, and he holds my hand or puts his hand on my thigh while we eat. And yeah, I know that's not typical behavior between brothers. But then, we're not typical.

A friend once told me that I am always standing in Kevin's shadow. And there's some truth in that. Kevin is outgoing and gregarious, and I guess I'm slightly on the introverted side. Kevin revels in the spotlight, and I'm happy to let him have it. When we're in social situations, Kevin makes a conscious effort to stay physically close to me, to be sure that I'm included in everything. He's always thinking of me in ways like that.

When friends want to tease us, they tell us we are so close we must be joined at the hip. I feel like telling them that I would love to be joined to Kevin - but not at the hip. That's right. Even though I have a brotherly love and a romantic love for Kevin, I also love him in another way. It's a raunchy, lustful kind of love. It's the kind of love that makes me want to suck him off and rim him and fuck him and . . . but that's the love that remains unspoken.

I guess most people think of Kevin as my big brother, even though we are physically identical. In fact, if we stand together without moving or speaking, even our best friends can't tell us apart. So to describe Kevin physically is to describe me physically. Kevin says that we are six foot one and 180 pounds of athletic grace and muscle. I know he says it tongue in cheek, but it still embarrasses me to hear us described like that. Even if it is pretty accurate. Golden blond hair covers much of our bodies, but our abs and our pecs are smooth.

Our powerful bodies and our muscular arms and legs are mainly the result of a happy convergence of great genes from our mother and our father. Our Kennedy High School senior year book called us a `matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks'. Yeah, well . . . I think the editor of the year book had a crush on Kevin that semester.

And oh yeah, there's one way that Kevin and I are physically different. My big feet are a size larger than his. And you probably know what they say about dudes with big feet. Anyway, we checked it out one day about two months ago when we were horsing around. And we both hang seven thick inches. "Wow," Kevin said with a grin, "that's a relief. Junior would have felt awful if he hadn't measured up." That was the first time I had ever heard him refer to his dick as `Junior', and I laughed out loud. Somehow there was something very erotic about Kevin giving his cock a name. Since then, I notice that Kevin manages to work 'Junior' into the conversation a lot, but only when the two of us are alone. Hmm.

There's something between Kevin and me that we call our `twin ESP'. We not only finish each others sentences, sometimes we finish each others unspoken thoughts. I've never totally believed in extra sensory perception, but what we have is as close to that as you can possibly get. It's almost like mental telepathy. Sometimes Kevin can look at me and see thoughts that are in my subconscious mind. And sometimes I can do the same with him. I know it sounds nuts. But it happens. A lot. After all, we are both from the same egg that was fertilized by the same sperm.

Take just one ESP example. I realized I was gay when I was thirteen. But I kept it to myself, totally. No one knew! Then one day about a year later, Kev and I are alone in the house, and I just blurt it out. "Kev, I'm gay." Then I shoot him a sideways glance to check out his reaction. And there's a big smile on his face.

"Come here, Marky." I trudge over to him, and he holds out his arms and gives me a big hug. "I've known you're gay for about a year now. And it's cool. I've just been waiting for you to tell me, Marky. And don't ask me how I knew. It's just our `twin ESP' thing."

The `matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks' from Kennedy High were accepted into UCLA as freshmen last fall. We share a small two bedroom apartment just off campus. And so far we are weathering the academic storms okay.

It's about 3PM now, on a hot spring day in Los Angeles. I'm still reveling in my exciting experience in the orgy room last night, as I head back to our apartment near UCLA. I always describe my sexual experiences to Kevin - in great detail. And he's cool with that. Sometimes I think maybe they even turn him on a little bit. But that's probably just wishful thinking.

My `twin ESP' tells me that he will be at the apartment. I don't know what he did last night. He left the apartment around 10PM, saying he would be back in a couple of hours. That left me at loose ends. I didn`t feel like staying at home alone, and the orgy room beckoned, so . . .

I walk into the apartment and Kevin is sitting at one end of the sofa with a beer in his hand. His skimpy shorts are all that keeps him from being totally naked. As often as I've seen him like that, it still turns me on. I feel a big jolt in my groin.

I take two or three steps into the room, and stop cold. Whoa! Something is out of whack here. But . . . I shake it off. "Hey, Kev! You okay, buddy? Something bothering you?"

"Hey, Marky! I'm just meditating. Just lost in thought."

"Let me bring you back to the here and now, Kev. Cause I've got a wild sex story to tell you!" I'm looking at Kevin intently now. Something is way out of kilter here, but I can't define it.

I walk into my bedroom, strip, and slip into a pair of shorts. I've done it unconsciously, but now I'm dressed just like Kevin. I walk into the kitchen, get a couple of cold beers out of the fridge, toss one to Kevin, and sit down on the other end of the sofa. Kevin stretches out on the sofa and puts his bare feet in my lap. And there's that jolt in my groin again. I'll swear, I'm hard about half the time I'm around him, but he never seems
to notice it.

"This story has a lot of hot action, buddy. So be prepared." And with that I begin my story. But I don't get very far. I'm just starting to tell him about the dude hitting on me while I was sitting on that big round bed in the orgy room. "He puts both hands on my shoulders . . . " I say, and Kevin holds up his hand to stop me. His face is ashen.

He gives me a long hard look, and there's so much emotion in his face, for a moment I think he's going to cry. Then he says to me, "And the guy leans over and whispers in your ear, "How about smoking on this for a while, buddy?!"

And now everything is moving in slow motion. We're in a surreal world that somehow bears no resemblance to reality. We look at each other, and speak in unison, as though it is scripted and rehearsed.

"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . That was YOU in the orgy room last night!"

Then we stare at one another as we try to assimilate the events of last night into our relationship. How does an hour of lusty, hot, raunchy sex fit into a lifelong platonic relationship? Neither of us knows the answer to that. But we both know our relationship will never be the same again.

Kevin has slipped off the sofa now, and is sitting on the carpet, with his back resting against the sofa base. I move over beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. He leans into me and I can hear him groaning. "What's happening to us, Marky?" he whispers.

"I'm not sure, Kev." My voice is filled with emotion. "But I think that, after nineteen years, maybe we just found each other."

Kevin turns to face me, and there are tears rolling down his cheeks. We are both overwhelmed with emotion. And now I'm crying too, like I haven't cried since I was five years old. All of the emotions that have been building up in me for too many years are bubbling over now. Big salty tears are streaming down my cheeks. We are stretched out on the floor now, with our arms wrapped around each other. Sobbing.

And now Kevin is kissing me tenderly through our tears. He softly rubs his lips against mine, and then slowly runs his tongue across my lips. For an instant I imagine that I am back with him in the orgy room, and he is slowly running his leaking cock head across my lips. It is all so gentle. And it is all so fucking hot!

When we are finally all cried out, I grin at Kevin and say, "So help me, man, I'm going to slug you if you say something awful like, `God was I drunk last night`!"

He grins in spite of himself, and then flashes me his tough guy, macho look and snarls, "Hey, man! You've been kissing me! It's ME who should be slugging YOU!" He makes a valiant effort, but he can't keep a straight face. We look at each other for a long moment, and then we both burst out laughing. And we're off again. Now we can't stop laughing. So we just give in to it. We just let it run its course, while we cling to each other on the floor.

It's a few minutes later now. We finally have ourselves more or less under control. Kevin is sitting on the sofa again, and I'm stretched out on it with my head in his lap.

"When I walked into that orgy room, Marky, I was in total confusion about my sexual identity. Up until about six months ago, I was never strongly attracted to anyone sexually. I was convinced that I was just under-sexed. And then the two of us moved in here, and the environment was so totally different from living at home with mom and dad. I'll never forget that day shortly after we moved in. You had just finished your shower and were walking down the hall buck naked, and I turned the corner into the hall and almost ran over you. There was a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly we were both on the floor in a heap. And my face was pressed hard against your naked crotch! And it was like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning, Marky. Bingo! Instant hardon!

Kevin continues, "Whoa! I'm a straight guy, and straight guys aren't supposed to react like that! I wasn't creeped out or anything – just surprised. Then, as the months wore on, you looked better and better to me every day, Marky. I would catch myself having fantasies about having sex with you, babe. And in the past month or so those fantasies became very graphic. They included everything that the two of us did last night – and more!"

"Finally last night, Marky, I felt like I was in sexual meltdown. I had never had a man to man sexual experience before, and I just told myself the time had come. And I couldn't possibly have made you a part of that experiment, Marky. What if we had tried having gay sex together, and I had been turned off by it? You would understandably have felt totally rejected. And it just might have destroyed the beautiful relationship we've been building together for so many years."

"I had heard you mention that pitch black orgy room, Marky, and that seemed like the ideal solution. I wanted totally anonymous gay sex so that I could gauge my reaction to it. And I split so suddenly after the sex was over because of that very reason - I wanted it to be anonymous."

"I honest to God did not know that was you in the orgy room last night, Marky. I don't have to tell you how dark it is in there. And we didn't exchange more than a couple of dozen words with each other - and that was all whispered. As you probably know, it`s almost impossible to recognize a person`s voice from a whisper."

"I have an opinion as to what was going on, though. Marky. I think our `twin ESP' led us both there last night, babe. Other people might call it other things. Like `Kismet' maybe. But to me, it was our 'twin ESP' that brought us together. And during that entire hour in the orgy room, I kept marveling at how in sync we seemed to be. That was my ESP trying to tell me it was you."

"I had that same sensation, Kevin," I respond. "Last night I was thinking that we were like two long time lovers slow dancing together – never missing a beat!"

I ponder all of this for a moment. Then I flash Kevin a sly grin and say,
"You went there last night to gauge your reaction to gay sex. How did we do together? I mean the raunchy, in your face, man to man sex. Were we okay?"

"Okay?" Kevin growls. "My God, Marky, the sex with you was fucking incredible! I had no idea you could make me feel so hot! You have the ability to create feelings in me that I never knew existed!"

Kevin's beautiful words of praise leave me speechless, and warm all over. I think it`s time now to relieve some of the intensity of the past half hour, so I say, "Hey, Kevin, I've been wanting to get you in the shower with me for the past five years, dude. So let's do it, man!" I grab him by the hand and lead him into the bathroom. I get down on my knees and pull his shorts down to his ankles. And Junior springs to attention, up close and personal. I admire him in all his glory - that heavy, pumped up dick that looks like it's just bursting with cum. I kiss Junior on the head and then jump to my feet. "Focus! Into the shower."

We are both ramrod stiff, and it takes a while before we can concentrate on showering. I soap up Kevin's ass and asshole with special care. And of course Kev picks up on that right away. His tough guy, macho look is back. "Hey, man! What's with you back there! Are you getting fresh or something!" And once again he can't hold his frown. He looses it, and bursts out laughing again.

We're in Kevin's bedroom now. Lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. A towel is thrown carelessly over our naked bodies. Kevin is the first to speak.

"Remember a little while ago, babe. You were thinking about how often you've been hard in the past few months - whenever I'm around. And you thought I wasn't aware of it. Well, believe me, Marky, I was aware! I didn't do anything about it because I had to get through all this in my own time and in my own way. But there were a lot of times I came so close to grabbing you and carrying you off to my lair! I wanted to rape and ravage you, Marky!"

"Damn! I sure wish you had!" I respond quickly, with a grin. "But it's okay with me if you want to do it now!"

Kevin grins back and reaches over and slugs me playfully on the upper arm. He hasn't done that since we were in Junior High School. And I somehow find it very endearing.

We grow quiet for a few minutes now. Our silences have always been comfortable, and this one is no exception. We are momentarily lost in our own thoughts. After a while Kevin reaches over and puts his hand gently on my crotch. It's such a soft touch it's not really a sexual move. It's just an expression of intimacy. I put my hand over his, and we both let out big sighs. I know we are both wondering why it has taken us so long to find one another.

Kevin turns on his side now, so he's facing me. "You know, babe, I've been meaning to talk to you about that tiger between your legs. Don't you think it's about time we introduced him to Junior?" Then, without a moment's hesitation, he throws off the towel that had been covering us, and our two golden blond dicks are saluting us proudly. And I know in an instant that my cock now has a name. Tiger has joined the family.

I put my hand on Kevin's thigh and start stroking it lightly. I can't resist those thick blond hairs on the inside of his thigh. He looks at me inquiringly. He's telling me that I'm the leader tonight. It's up to me to call the shots. "Hey, Kev, you remember last night in the orgy room.
There for a minute or two I was playing a little grab-ass with you. I was really getting into it, and I think you were too. Well, tonight we're going to play the advanced version of that game, buddy!"

"Okay, Marky. I'm all yours tonight. Just tell me what to do."

"First, just lie flat on your back and put two of those pillows under your head, Kev, so you can see what's going on. Now put the other two pillows under your butt, so it's raised a little. At-a boy! Now spread those muscular legs of yours, and just lie back and enjoy it."

I get between Kev's legs, and the view is breathtaking. His golden thighs are spread wide, revealing a blond, hairy crotch. His thick seven inches is pointed straight up at his navel, and his balls are drawn in close to his body.

"I'm going to push your thighs up toward your chest now, Kev. Just grab `em and hold `em there. That's it. You got a beautiful ass on you, man! And the position you're in now shows it off great . . . You okay, Kev?"

"Sure, I feel fine, Marky. Maybe a little vulnerable at the moment. Butfine."

"This is gonna be my first rim job, buddy. But I'm a fast learner. So hang on!"

I put my hands on Kevin's ass cheeks, and spread them apart. And the crack in his ass opens up beautifully. His ass is blond, just like the rest of him, and I'm totally turned on.

I lower my face to his crack, and I feel his hair on my lips. I lick the entire length of his crack lightly with my tongue. He has a hot masculine aroma of soap and fresh sweat. And now I'm in a little deeper, licking the inside of his crack. I keep licking his hairs, so that now they're plastered to the sides. And then I feel it with my tongue. His slick little asshole quivers at my touch. And Kevin is moaning now.

"Fuck, Marky! What are you doing to me? This is so fucking hot, man!"

I know Kevin likes it slow and easy. To prolong the sensation. So I gently lick his asshole. My tongue glides lightly over it. Again and again. Kev's moaning louder now, and his hips are thrusting. I discover that if I hold my tongue firmly right against his hole, when he thrusts toward me my tongue goes a little way up his asshole. As he continues his thrusts, his asshole starts to loosen up a little. And I love that. I'm loosening him up so he can take my hard dick up his ass a little later tonight.

"Whoa man!" Kevin moans. "This is turning out to be a lot hotter than I thought it would be. I've gotta slow down for a minute, or I'll be blowing my load a lot sooner than I want to. You wouldn't believe how horned up I am, Marky! Let's cool it for a couple of minutes."

I give Kev a thumbs up, and bury my face in his ass. My tongue finds his asshole. And then I lie motionless. And Kevin is totally still too. I know that this is the way he likes having sex. Work it up almost to a climax, find the most intimate position possible, and then freeze. Come back from the brink, and then in a few minutes, begin again.

After several minutes, I feel Kev's hip thrusts start again. His asshole is even more relaxed now, and I feel like I'm getting my tongue a little deeper with each thrust of his hips now. We continue our wild tongue fucking for a while longer, and then it's all getting too hot again. We're both gonna blow if we don't ease off. I raise my head from Kev's ass, "Hey you horny bastard, let's rest for a minute. I think we both need cold showers, man! You are one sexy fucker, Kev!"

I gently lower myself onto Kevin's body. I give him a long open-mouth kiss, so that he can taste some of the juices from his ass - my saliva mixed with his ass sweat. I know that turns him on, because he puts his hands on the back of my head and starts moaning again.

Feeling Kevin's body beneath mine creates an incredible feeling of intimacy. I still haven't quite absorbed the reality that this is actually my twin brother lying beneath me. That this is the gorgeous guy I lusted after for so many years. Never in my wildest imagination did I think that one day the two of us would actually be lying together as lovers. I'm overwhelmed by it all.

Finally I stir and say, "We are creating such an intimate relationship between us, Kev. We feel so connected emotionally and mentally. Let's complete that now with a physical connection, buddy. I would love for my cock to connect the two of us now - physically, so that we can be one."

"Those are beautiful words, Marky," Kevin replys. Then he winks at me and says, "You won't laugh at me will you, Marky, if I say `Please be gentle. It's my first time.'"

I smile back at him and say, "That's what's so good about this, Kev. You'll be fucking yourself, so you can be just as slow and gentle as you want to be."

"Whoa, man. I`ll be fucking myself?" Kevin sounds alarmed. "You're not talking dildos are you, buddy. Those things don't do anything for me."

"No dildos, man."

Kevin looks at me for a long moment, and then flashes me his ear to ear grin. His twin ESP has figured it out. "Okay, Marky. I got it. Check me out on this. I'll lie on the bed on my left side. And you lie right behind me on your left side too. Then it's up to you to provide me with your motionless hard dick. And the rest is up to me. You'll keep your body still, with no hip thrusts. All the hip thrusts will come from me. I'll be fucking myself with your dick! I think it's a great way for our first time, Marky, cause I'll be in control all the way - and totally relaxed."

"You got it, Kev. But don't think that I'll just be an inactive observer. My right hand will be working you over real good in all sorts of stimulating ways, while you're fucking yourself. And my body will be pressed up hard against you all the way. But you'll be totally in control of my dick. Tiger will be your sex slave - there to do your bidding."

"I love sex slaves, Marky. Let's do it!" Kevin is already on his left side and waiting. I love his eagerness!

"I've been saving this hardon for your ass for a long time, Kev. Between all my precum and a good drenching with KY, it's as slick as it's ever gonna get. You can feel it pressing against your asshole now, Kev. It's all yours, buddy."

Kevin reaches behind himself with his right hand, grabs hold of the base of my dick, and adjusts my dickhead so it's right where he wants it on his asshole. I figure he's pretty loose from the rimming, and I'm right. He moves his hips back into me, and my dick slides slowly up his ass. I figure that's gotta be at least a little painful. But if it is, he takes it like a trooper and never says a word.

"Okay, Marky. I've got part of your cock in me. I'm thrusting back on you again, and I feel you going a little farther in. Whoa! You're really hung thick, aren't you babe. Anyway, I'm just taking it slow and easy. And I can't think of a better way than this for Tiger and me to get acquainted."

I move my right hand down to Kevin's crotch and gently cup his balls. My fingers are on the underside of them . . . holding them and stroking them and massaging them tenderly. Then I let my hand travel back to his ass, and I feel my own cock as it's working its way up into him. Then I move to Kevin's dick, and start running my finger back and forth along the underside of his dickhead. I know Kevin is super-sensitive there, and he starts moaning almost immediately. I want to distract him for a minute from the thick cock that's making its way up his ass.

Kevin's hip strokes are slow and shallow, as he tries to adjust to my thickness. I have to keep reminding myself to hold my hips steady. My reflex action is to thrust into him.

"Okay, Marky, I think I have gotten over the initial shock of having that monster Tiger of yours up my ass. Every time I thrust back I take a little more of you, and it's starting to excite me, man. I've been dreaming about this moment for the past six months, Marky. The idea of taking my twin brother's rod up my ass really gets me off. I look down at my own cock, and I realize there's one exactly like that up my ass right now! And it's fucking hot, man!"

Kevin's really getting into it now. He thrusts back on me again, and now I'm in him all the way. His ass cheeks are pressed hard against my groin. I'm still playing with Kevin's dick, and it's still rock hard. A lot of dudes loose their erection while taking a cock up the ass, and Kevin`s boner tells me he`s really turned on. Then I run a finger across his dick head and it's dripping with precum. Long strings of it are hanging from his cock. I've never seen so much precum! And I like that too. It`s another indication that he`s into this just as much as I am.

"I'm thrusting slowly forward now, Marky, and I'm feeling your cock ease out of me. Whoa, man. There was a lot of you up there! Now I'm reversing my thrust, and you're sliding right back in. God it feels hot when you're all the way in me, Marky! You wouldn't believe the way you fill me up. man!"

"I'm just going to rest for a couple of minutes, Marky, while I get used to you. I would love to get a film of this. Two identical hot dudes like us, Marky - and one of them taking the other's thick cock up his ass. That is hot, man."

While Kevin rests, I put my hands on his shoulders and massage them. He's always loved that. It makes him purr like a pussy cat. And while I'm massaging him, my `twin ESP' senses a change coming over him. It's nothing negative, but it is a major change in his attitude at the moment.

And my ESP is right. Kevin says, "Since my ass and your cock are the best of buddies now, Marky, I want to suggest a little change of pace. You told me once you like it when I'm unpredictable. Well, you got it Marky, Here comes unpredictable!"

"I don't want your cock gliding gently in and out of me tonight, Marky. I want it pounding me like a fucking jackhammer. I want you to flip me over on my back, throw my legs up over your shoulders, and ram it up my ass hard - all the way to the hilt - in one thrust. And then I want you to fuck me fast and hard. I want to feel your balls banging hard against my ass. I want to feel your thick rod impaling me."

"I want to be assaulted from the rear the way they do it in prisons. I want a raunchy, randy, in-your-face kind of fuck. I want a French Foreign Legion fuck your buddy kind of fuck. I want a stranded on an island with a horny sailor kind of fuck."

"I want you to be a hairy, sweaty construction worker, who plows my ass every day after work in the back of his van. And I want you to be a muscular jock who takes me behind the gym and makes me bend over and take his monster dick up my ass."

"And when you're ready to blow your load, Marky, I want you to pull out of my ass at the last moment. I want you to hold your throbbing dick about a foot from my mouth. I'll open up for you, and we can both watch as your hot cum shoots out of your fucking cock and into my mouth."

"Wow, Kevin! I'm panting hard just listening to you, man! You never cease to amaze me, buddy. And yeah, I think I can do all those things to you." I grin at him now, "I know I sure want to give it a try, Kev!"

Well, I tried. And I did it! I did every one of those things to Kevin. And he loved it. And I thought it was pretty neat myself.

And yeah, Kevin got his rocks off too. As I was shooting into his mouth, I reached down and jerked his dick a couple of times. And he went off like a roman candle. So a good time was had by all.

"Oh yeah. There was one little problem. It looks like I'm going to need a lot more practice shooting into Kevin's mouth from a foot away. Most of my shots were right on target. But one blast hit Kevin on his chin, and another hit him on his upper lip. So I had to do a little improvising. I leaned down and licked up all the cum that had missed the mark. And I held it in my mouth while I gave Kev a big open mouth kiss. And his tongue snaked into my mouth and lapped up all the jizz that had missed its target. See - where there's a will, there's a way.

Kevin is still breathing hard, "I hope I didn't spook you with that outburst, Marky. I guess that was six months of frustrated sexual desire, all bubbling over in just one night."

"Hey, not a problem, buddy," I reply. "Whatever turns you on - I'll always
be here for you!"

I collapse on top of Kevin now. We're both exhausted. It's been a wild ride. When I notice some of my cum still on his chin, I lick it off tenderly - my tongue gently caressing his face.

We're in the afterglow now. Lying side by side facing each other, our mouths not over a few inches apart. After our intense sexual experience, we're both feeling cuddly and sentimental. Kevin strokes my hair and runs his lips lightly over mine.

"Do you remember, Marky - when we were about sixteen years old. I told you one evening that some day I would find someone who I would love, and who I would be in love with. Even then we understood that those can be two separate emotions. Well, I found it all, babe. And it's you. I love you. And I'm in love with you. And oh yeah, I love tiger too." He winks at me, and my heart does flip flops.

The day has been so emotionally exhausting, I can't remember how I responded to Kevin. I can only hope that my words were as beautiful and heartfelt as his.

It's 8AM the following morning now. And I'm gradually awakening to an exquisite sensation. Kevin is kneeling on the bed between my legs, gently licking the head of my dick. I put a hand behind his head and mumble sleepily, "What a hot way to wake up. I don't know where you're going with this, Kev, but I love the way you're beginning it." Kevin opens his mouth, I lazily thrust my hips, and my dick eases slowly into him.

"Good Morning, Kevin," I say. But I don't think he hears me.

It's our first weekend together as lovers. And we're going to spend it at a gay bed and breakfast in Palm Springs. Unconsciously, of course, we both end up wearing the same thing for the trip over. We're barefoot, with white tank tops and cut off levis.

When we arrive, Kevin goes inside to check in, while I get our overnight bag out of the trunk. I walk in a minute later, and Kevin is standing in front of the attendant, signing the register. The attendant is a cute little guy, with nicely developing pecs and yellow hair that keeps falling in his face.

He does a double take when he sees me - looking from Kevin to me and then back to Kevin again. Then he peers out at the parking lot and says, "If there's another one of you still out there, I would love to take him to dinner tonight."

Kevin and I look at each other and then burst out laughing. We know he's putting us on, but Kevin gives him a straight answer anyway. "No, we're the last of the breed. When they made us, they threw away the mold."

Kevin and Marky . . . the matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks . . . the boys who were made for each other . . . have finally found one another. And hand in hand, they walk joyfully into their future.

The End

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