I guess I will begin by describing myself. My name is Caleb. I consider
myself pretty handsome. I’m 5’9″ and have dark curly hair and hazel eyes.
I have a nice build. I work out, but not too often–just enough to stay
in shape. I also have a pretty nice dick–a little over seven inches
long and almost six inches thick. Now, imagine a cuter, sexier, version of
me with a thicker dick and you have my twin brother, Jared.
Jared will probably say that I’m the cuter one but the truth is, if we
dressed alike, you couldn’t tell us apart. We are perfectly identical to
the naked eye. It’s weird, looking at old photos and not being able to
tell if I’m me or my brother. In fact, the only surefire way to tell us
apart physically is by looking at our dicks. Our mother only circumcised
one of us so she could tell us apart as babies. So, I, Caleb, am the cut
one. C for Caleb; C for circumcised.
In addition to that, Jared thinks that my penis is longer than his. Truth
be told, it is longer when soft but when we get hard, they seem the same
length. At the same time, I am convinced Jared’s dick is thicker than mine
but he assures me that it’s my imagination.
On the topic of dicks, we were quite obsessed with them in our adolescence
and early teens. Not only our own dicks, but any we could see. We never
really had to “come out” to each other. We both knew the other was gay for
as long as we could remember. We’d come home from school and secretly talk
about which boys we thought were cute.
Yes, we had the same taste in boys too. In fact we were just alike in
almost every way but one. Jared was WAY more outgoing than me. He was the
friendly one. He was the one people talked to. I was the “smart” one. I
was the one that did our homework. The truth of the matter was I was
comfortable with my role as the quiet one. Jared had enough of a mouth for
both of us. That’s how people could tell us apart.
We started fooling around with each other fairly early. We were in the 8th
grade and couldn’t have been older than 13. I had never masturbated before
but knew all about it from reading and sex ed. I would get erections, but
never did anything about it. Little did I know, Jared was going through
that phase as well, but unlike me, he knew how to take matters “into his
own hands,” so to speak. I woke up one night to hear the sound of skin
slapping, the bed squeaking, and Jared’s soft moans. I looked over at his
bed on the other side of the room and saw him jerking his tool. I will
never forget how it looked to me that first time. It really turned me on.
I was hard as a rock but just continued to watch my brother masturbate.
When he noticed I was up, he looked over at me, smiled, and went back to
business. When he came, he moaned a little louder and shot a load onto his
chest.
I asked him if that was the first time he ever masturbated. He told me
he’d done it a lot before and was surprised that I hadn’t yet. Then he
turned on our lamp and walked over to my bed. The smell of fresh semen was
all over him. I looked up at him and put a finger in one of the blobs of
goo dripping off his chest.
“Is this it?” I asked. “Is this semen?” Jared did not answer. Instead,
he pulled my covers off. My dick stood erect, poking through the hole in
my boxers. He grabbed it and jerked me off. It wasn’t long before I’d
gotten my first orgasm. I came heavy and shot far. What didn’t go all
over my bed and chest, ended up coating Jared’s hand. I told him that it
felt amazing.
For the next few years, we continued to jerk each other off on a regular
basis. Commonly, we would do it sitting on one of our beds, facing each
other, either sitting or kneeling. We would soak each other in jizz,
holding onto one another as we climaxed. We also always came at the same
time.
Since I was little, I was always intrigued by my brother’s uncut penis. In
fact, I used to inspect it when we used to take our little kiddie baths
together, something that disturbed our mother quite a bit. Once we became
horny teens however, I really got to see how it worked. I loved playing
with his foreskin. In turn, he would play with my dick until we could do
nothing but jerk each other off again. Sex in our early teens was very
playful and innocent seeming although I knew if anyone knew what we were
doing, they’d freak.
Such was the case during our freshman year of high school. Our innocent
dick-play would turn into something much more when Jared asked me to let
him suck me off one night. I remember, I had been wondering what it must
be like to suck a cock and had fantasized about it myself. So it was no
surprise that Jared was curious, as well. Of course, I let him do it and
ended up being completely overwhelmed by my brother’s warm wet mouth on my
dick. I came in no time, pumping juice down Jared’s throat. All the
while, he had been jerking off, and just as he was about to come, he rammed
his dick into my mouth and fed me a hefty helping of his own juice.
This became our next sexual fascination–sucking each other off. We’d
discovered 69ing and would do it every night. Again, we always came
together, and quite frequently, we ended up drinking each other’s spunk. I
don’t know if anything is as amazing as swallowing a huge load of semen
while simultaneously pumping your own into someone else’s wet mouth.
However, like I said before, I knew it would be a disaster if anyone ever
found out. And of course, who should find out but our mom. She walked in
on us one night, engaged in the most passionate 69 ever. We had it coming
though as we made the bed squeak pretty loudly. There was no lock on our
door so she just walked in. She looked shocked and horrified. Jared
yelled at her to close the door, which she did after staring for what
seemed like an eternity. Jared wanted to continue but I just couldn’t. I
felt too bad. He got angry with me and jerked himself off before going to
bed.
Our relationship with our mother was pretty bad after that. Jared was very
short with her and vice versa. Then, after a few days, mom told us that
she was sending Jared to prep school upstate. Jared refused. He made a
good argument. We couldn’t afford it. As a single parent household, we
only had one source of income. But my mother’s argument was more
convincing. She would end up crying and begging us to be normal. Later, I
was the one that convinced Jared to go. I let him know how hard she had
worked for us and how much of a disappointment this must be to her. I
don’t know whether it was the guilt, or the realization that we wouldn’t be
together so much anymore, that made us cry and embrace.
We agreed never to have sex again and as far as our mother knows, we
haven’t. Of course, we would end up reneging on that promise eventually.
In the meantime, however, mom’s idea to send Jared away to boarding school
only made him worse than he was. I mean, in the beginning, he endured it.
But after a while, he slipped further and further into delinquency. Back
at home, I was a model student. Mom couldn’t help but wonder if sending
Jared away was what turned him bad. In any case, Jared would end up
switching boarding schools every year.
Sending Jared away also made him a lot more horny. It probably wasn’t a
good idea to send Jared to all-male sleep away boarding schools. On
breaks, he would come home and tell me of the wild sexual escapades he had
at school. I was pretty jealous because I’d done nothing myself but jerk
off. There were guys that I liked at my public school but I was 1) too shy
to say anything to them and 2) not even sure if they were gay or not.
Jared said he had it a lot easier at boarding school. He could tell who
was queer immediately and those who weren’t he still ended up fucking
because they were all so horny.
The first time we fucked for real was in high school during one of Jared’s
breaks in-between schools. He told me the story, one night, of how he had
one boy fuck him while he fucked someone else. It sounded so hot; I
stroked my hard-on as he told the story. It took place in the woods,
behind the dormitories. Jared described the feeling of fucking a tight ass
as utterly amazing and he said coming with a dick in your ass was
absolutely phenomenal. I didn’t know which one I wanted to do
first–fuck or get fucked! He decided that I should fuck him. Using
nothing but spit as lube, Jared guided my erection into his tight ass.
Although he knew what he was doing, he was still pretty uneasy at first.
Apparently, my penis was the largest he’d ever taken. Soon, I was fucking
him like a pro. Thank goodness our mother wasn’t home because we were so
loud I bet the neighbors heard. Jared had me jerk him off as I plowed away
in his butt. He shot farther than ever, all the way up to his own face.
And when I felt his sphincter muscles pulsate around my dick while he came,
I had to pull out and ejaculate myself. I added my load to his, all over
his face like he commanded. Then, I couldn’t help but eat it all off of
him. It was a lot, but I slurped his face clean. Then, my brother grabbed
me by the back of my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. Our first
kiss was long and wild and ultimately made us horny again. We jerked each
other off, like we used to, but this time, kissing all the while.
I graduated at the top of my class and received a lot of scholarships to go
to a prestigious college. Jared would end up getting his GED and working
at a gas station during my first semester away at college. After a while
though, he convinced me to move out of the dorms and get a tiny apartment.
He moved out of mom’s house and came to stay with me.
The stories only get better after I came to college. This is when my
brother and I discovered threesomes. The first one we had was with his
manager at the video store where he worked. We always got a kick out of
inviting a guy back to our place and surprising him with a horny, half
naked brother. Sometimes they were freaked out and wouldn’t be game. But
Jared’s manager was all about it. I remember he gave amazing head. It was
a blast seeing him try to fit both of our thick cocks in his mouth. The
guy was reeling in ecstasy as Jared fucked his mouth and I fucked his ass.
I must admit, it must be amazing to be plugged up from both ends like that.
We showered the guy in spunk. The image of him jerking off with a crazed
smile on his face, as we jizzed on him is permanently etched in my mind.
Needless to say, Jared got a raise in pay at work.
Another time, we fucked this guy from one of my classes. I brought him
over only to study, but once he found out his friend Caleb had a twin
brother, it was all over. That kid had a really big cock–bigger than me
or my brother. Jared and I licked it simultaneously. I remember feeling
envious of the guy as he fucked me and got to suck Jared’s cock at the same
time. That time, when me and my brother came, we both shot our loads into
the guy’s mouth. It must have been a hell of a lot to drink. I don’t know
if I’d even want to drink that much come.
Most recently, we fucked this cute twink we met in an internet chat room.
We told him right off the bat that we wanted to put both of our dicks in an
ass at once. Although, the twink had never done it, he was eager to try.
We got him home and took turns fucking him until he was nice and loose.
Then he sat on my dick as Jared eased his dick into him from behind. With
both of our dicks in his ass, he looked like he was in serious pain. Yet
and still, he begged us to fuck him more. Me and my brother’s dicks fought
for dominance in the boy’s hole but ultimately, the friction between us was
too much to handle and we went blasting into the kid’s ass. When we pulled
out, our semen gushed out of his poor butt in a continuous stream.
Yes, our stories go on and on, but when all is said and done, the one that
gives me the most pleasure is my twin brother. We love each other, and
although it may seem sinful and depraved to some, it’s perfectly normal to
us. Maybe some day, a long time down the road, we’ll each meet our own
guys and settle down. However, I can’t see either of us ever caring for
anyone more than we do for each other.
The End
