This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
James Samson (Jay) Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin!
... From Chapter 14:
Before we got home from our walk, He said, "Randy and I -- used to -- I mean -- he'd hump me in his sleep."
"I know. He's done it to me, thinking it was you."
"But he'd get us both off that way. Only -- I was never sleeping. He always apologized to me. I never told him how much I liked it or how much I looked forward to it. Does this mean that I can't love my brother any more?"
"I -- I'm not sure I can answer that for you." I said. Funny thing is -- I didn't really care if he still wanted to have fun with his brother ... but I didn't say it. Maybe he felt it from me.
Chapter 15
After our huge Thanksgiving meal Mom brought out a game, Apples to Apples. It's an inane game where nothing makes any sense ... it doesn't have to, but -- it's fun anyway. It was nice because I don't think anyone wanted to think very deeply -- like you have to in chess, with our full tummies sapping our energy. We got a lot of laughs from it.
The main thing I noticed -- and I am sure everyone else did too -- was that every time it was either Diane's or Randy's turn, their responses had something to do with each other. I've never seen my sister so happy. I could tell that it made Mom and Dad happy too.
Diane got me alone in my room for a moment after the game. I had excused myself to get more casual -- I had just removed my shirt. She came in ... not knocking ... as usual. "Spike!" I exclaimed, and then after her dirty look, I said, "Diane -- you have to stop just walking in unannounced. You don't know what you might find!"
She was more excited than I was used to. "If you want to play with yourself, lock your door! Um -- Do you know anything about Randy and Jay's church?"
That took me by surprise!
"I know they're Mormons." I said.
"Well, I mean -- do you know anything about what they believe?"
"I know that they are down on gays! You knew that too, when you were fighting against the Proposition 8 anti-gay-marriage initiative all summer!"
"I was doing that for you!" She said, sensing my disapproval.
"I didn't really care that much about the whole issue. I didn't even vote on it! I mean -- I was in Chicago anyway. I'm smart enough to know that when I want to have one partner -- we have all the same rights that anyone has anyway. It's lame to cause all that trouble -- just to be called married. Even most straights don't care about that stupid piece of paper!" I said, with more passion than I realized I felt about the issue.
"I swear, sometimes I feel like I don't know you any more. But anyway, yes I am well aware that the Mormons are not in favor of homosexuality. But can you tell me one Christian religion that is?"
"Um -- well -- not really. I know that there are some churches that go out of their way to invite us in." I said.
"That may be true, but most of them want to convert you and then get you to give up your way of life!"
"So why your sudden interest in this church?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
"It's just that most of what Randy has been telling me makes so much sense! I know of a fact -- well -- I'm pretty sure -- I will not find any religion that I can agree with totally. I know you well enough that I KNOW you didn't choose to be gay! I believe in God and I really DO believe that he made both of us as we are.
"Mikey," she continued, "I don't know of any church that believes this way, and if they did, they probably wouldn't believe in the other things that Randy has been telling me about. All of it just makes perfect sense to me ... well except the thing about homosexuality. I asked him about that, since both his and my favorite persons in the world ... are gay ... and he says that even their leaders don't offer any answers, except that it shouldn't be practiced."
"So -- what are you telling me. Are you going to join their church?"
"It's not that easy. I have to talk to those missionaries -- and learn the basics first. They don't want people joining their church that don't understand about their beliefs."
"But -- didn't you say that -- wow! Have you two talked about anything else all day?"
"Not too much! Did you know that Randy wanted to be one of those missionaries?"
"Yeah. So did Jay."
"Well, I guess at least Randy still is!" She said.
"So, why do you still have to talk to other missionaries?"
"I guess to make it official."
"Hmmm. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?" I asked
"Like what?"
"Oh gimme a break, Sis!"
"I like him -- a lot!"
I decided now wasn't the time to mention that I've had sex with Randy. "I like him a lot too!"
"I know. He told me!"
OMIGOSH! What did he tell her?
"And I really like Jay!" She continued. I thought it was all cool until she said, "But I promise -- I won't ask to have sex with him!"
"Wha -- at?" I said.
"I know about you and Randy -- what you've done with him."
"Spike -- I mean Diane -- I don't know what to -- um -- say. I didn't have any idea that - " I was panicky.
"Calm down Mikey. He told me that he has to work it all out in his own head. But he wants to keep seeing me - "
"That'll be a good trick!" I said without thinking.
"You know what I mean! I'm okay with it even if he is sometimes attracted to guys. As long as he can be faithful -- to me. I mean -- hypothetically speaking."
"Yeah -- you've only known him less than a day, huh?"
"How long did it take for you and Jay to know that you loved each other?"
"How -- what? I mean -- we don't -- what made you think - " I sputtered.
"My sweet brother -- you can't hide that. We can all see it in your eyes. Randy can hear it in your breathing. You guys are in love! So -- when did YOU know?"
"I -- think -- I denied it -- at first. I think he's still struggling with it."
"Struggling with what?" She asked.
"Having an affair with a brother. It just seems wrong to him."
"Probably another result of his religious beliefs." She said. "I'm not saying I necessarily disagree with that -- but in the case of gay twins - I would probably have to make an exception."
"Huh?"
"It just makes all kinds of sense. That`s what I like about their religion. It seems to be based on logic. I think that's one thing that the other churches can't accept. The Mormons seem to believe that God is not a God of confusion. Others think that mysterious things -- things that they don't understand -- are somehow beautiful ... just BECAUSE they don't understand them. I think that even the miracles were based on logic -- and knowledge. But it also seems logical that two brothers -- or a brother and a sister -- wouldn't be right for each other sexually. If that wasn't true -- I'd probably have talked you into boffing me a long time ago."
"SPIKE!" I said, stepping back involuntarily.
"Mikey, you are my very favorite person in the world. Doesn't it make sense that I'd feel something -- like that -- for you?"
"But -- but -- you're -- my sister!" I said, then it hit me like a pail of ice water in the face. "Oh!" I said.
"You see? That's how Jay feels -- or felt -- but both Randy and I can tell that he's caving."
She let that sink in a moment, then added, "And then of course besides being your sister -- I am ... a ... (choke -- gag -- sputter!) GIRL!" And she made a barf face. (It was exactly what I was FEELING!)
I threw my arms around her and laughed gleefully. "I love you so much, Diane!" I picked her up and twirled around. I had never before been able to do that. "And if you and Randy get together -- you BETTER not gain your weight back!" I threatened.
"Or else what?" She laughed.
"I'll come and carve it away with a butcher knife!"
"You really do love Randy ... too ... don't you?"
"Not like I love Jay."
"And ... so ... I don't want to be the nag, but -- when did you know that you loved him?"
I paused to think a moment. "The night I met him." I finally admitted.
"And that's probably when he first knew it -- and he's been trying to deal with it. He still is. Go easy on him. I also noticed one thing more different about you two."
"What -- you looking at my fat?" I said, rubbing my abs. Aactually I couldn't even get enough fat to pinch! But it still was not defined like Jay's.
"No! Not your fat, silly! Besides that and the mole. "He still has some of his immature innocence -- that you kind of gave up last summer -- with Gilbert."
"Oh." I said gravely. "Yeah."
"And Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't even think about telling Randy what I told you about -- boffing me!" She said with a smirk. "Not gonna happen!"
"I KNOW it's not!" I said -- feeling oogey! We both laughed.
"What's so funny?" said Randy -- walking in with his brother.
"Nothing." Said Diane. "Just brother -- sister stuff."
I wondered if either of them compared that to brother -- brother stuff.
As soon as they entered the room, Diane broke from me and walked to Randy and walked out, leaving me alone with my twin. Jay had a funny look on his face. It felt about the same as the funny look I FELT on MY face. "What?!!" I said, smirking.
"Randy -- thinks -- that I'm -- um -- in love with you."
"Oh ... my ... gosh!" I exclaimed.
"What?!!" He Echoed.
"Diane just said the same thing to me!"
"What," he started, "what do YOU think?"
"I think you already know what I think."
"I guess the ball is in my court."
"My sister -- and your brother -- have been doing a lot of talking -- about a lot of stuff!"
"I know. Randy seldom cries -- but -- he was crying a little bit ago."
"I think I know why." I said. "He doesn't want to leave -- and can't think of an alternative. How can they date and -- see each other -- when they are separated by 2000 miles."
"That's one of my brother's weaknesses. He isn't as imaginative -- as maybe he could be."
"What do you mean?"
"There has to be a way. I've already suggested something to him."
"What?"
"We'll go to church here Sunday. He'll make his needs known in the Elders' Quorum. I'll tell the youth leaders. I'll bet there's someone here that will invite him to stay with them. He can transfer to Cal at Sacramento -- or maybe UCD -- and live here -- and commute -- or maybe find a dorm there -- there are so many options! He's paying for a dorm at Northwestern. Why not at one of those schools?"
"I guess. My sis sure is fascinated by your church."
"Yeah -- so Randy tells me."
"You don't seem as excited as she is."
"I'm not as excited as Randy is. It's almost -- I mean - " tears sprang up under his eyes.
"What is it Bro?" I asked.
"Oh Ronnie -- it's -- it's -- hard! This church is all I've known -- and now my dad thinks I'd be better off if I ask for my name to be removed from the records. I -- I -- think he's right -- but it's -- sad -- really. And now your sister wants to join. I guess I should be happy -- she could be taking my place!"
I couldn't help my sympathy tears. I pulled Jay into me and he stood holding each other, his hand gliding up and down my smooth, naked back. I kissed his neck. He kissed my lips. I reached behind me and closed ... and locked ... my door.
"We'll get through this, Jay-jay -- er -- Shawnie!" I said. From that day on, I was Ronnie -- to my brother and he was Shawnie -- to me!
He removed my shirt. Our smooth chests felt good as we continued to kiss and caress each other's backs and -- butts. The front of our pants were swelling. "We better get these off before we mess them up." I said.
"My thoughts exactly!" He retorted.
In seconds we were naked, our hands flying all over our very familiar bodies. We heard noises outside our room and stopped, looking deeply into one another's eyes. Jay whispered, "I feel funny saying this but ... those are the most gorgeous eyes I've ever looked into!"
I pulled him in close for a warm, passionate hug, we kissed again deeply and then giggled and put our clothes back on. "I guess now's not the time!" I said, but before we broke our embrace, we both simultaneously ejected a large spurt of "something" into the other's pubes.
We reluctantly unlocked and opened our door and joined the rest of the family for the viewing of The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, recorded earlier. We traditionally watch it together as a family.
Jay and I sat in the love seat, with a respectable distance between us. Diane and Randy were curled up together in one large easy chair. Randy could not see the glaring face Dad made at them, nor did he see that Diane looked Dad straight in the face and stuck her tongue out! But when Mom, Jay and I laughed, he asked, "What?"
"Nothing." Said my mother. "Just a silly balloon." As we watched, Diane was constantly whispering in Randy's ear. She was describing the parade to him. I think he appreciated it, but then he looked like he was in heaven even before she started her explanation.
"I love your sister already!" Whispered Jay. "I don't know if I've seen Rand that happy since he lost his sight." I looked and his eyes were wet. And ... of course ... mine followed suit. And it goes without saying that Diane looked like she was also on cloud nine. Mom was all smiles and she whispered something to Dad, which softened his face considerably. He smiled and winked at Diane and she winked back.
Because our love seat was right next to Randy and Diane's chair, I heard Randy whisper, "I heard that wink! What's going on?" I couldn't hear Diane's response ... I only saw Randy's wide smile.
Like our very first night together, Jay and I didn't sleep much that night. But unlike that first night most of our communication was non-verbal! We made love in every way we knew how ... quietly, of course. "I think I'm getting addicted to you!" He said. I held him close and cried, I was so happy!
We did finally get to sleep a couple hours before dawn. Sometime after, there was a quiet tapping on our door. I unlocked and opened it to find Randy standing there in the dark, in his pajamas. I pulled him in and opened the covers then pushed him down before I got in. He eagerly snuggled between me and Jay.
"I closed up the hide-a-bed in the den and came in here. I couldn't sleep. It was either here or Diane's room!" he whispered.
"Seeing Mikey's dad's looks last night, I think you made the right choice, Rand. You really do like her don't you?"
"It's more like -- I love her! I don't know how that can be. I STILL haven't known here even one day yet."
"I know. We feel the same way about each other." Said Jay. "We both kind of knew our first night together."
"But you're twins! And the way you two smell, I'll bet there was a lot of sex happening in this room! Makes ME horny just smelling it!"
"Aw, I think you were horny before you smelled our sex!" giggled Jay.
"Okay, but it just got intensified! Brothers -- I really need to do something -- and I couldn't do it in the den -- right next to your parents' room. That door has no lock!"
"Pound away, Bro!" I said. But we get to join you!" I said.
So the three of us were jerking off, when I stopped and switched their hands so they were jerking each other off. I then continued on my own. I went really fast and came first and when I heard Jay start breathing fast, I leaned over Randy and sucked him dry, as he brought his older brother to his end. It was hard for them to stifle their sounds, but it was still early. We all fell asleep, spooned together, my sweet twin in the middle.
We woke up to the tune of pots and pans in the kitchen. Dad made my favorite, huevos rancheros, with frijoles and 2 kinds of cheese. These were new to Jay and Randy, but they quickly came to love them as much as I do.
Saturday was quiet and lazy. We went out walking again in the afternoon and again found our way to under the bleachers. When we finished each other up there, (Hey -- weren't you listening? I SAID we couldn't get ENOUGH of each other!) I took him by Bobby's house. We called and they opened the gate and we went in. His parents were happy to see me again ... plus my clone! Bobby had prepared them, but they were still amazed at our alikeness.
Gary was there, and looked sullen -- like we might have been keeping them from something -- which I'm sure we were. I gathered that Bobby's parents didn't know about him and Gary, even though they were somewhat okay with Bobby being gay. Gary was petrified to let anyone know. It galled him that even WE knew.
After our visit with them, we said our goodbyes. "See you next time I'm in town, Bob-bob!" I said. I got the hateful look I was fishing for from Gary.
"Why did that Gary character give you such a dirty look as we were leaving?"
"He wants to believe that he is the only one ever to know Bobby well enough to call him that."
"And -- you have known Bobby ... um -- `that well'?"
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"Not really," he said making it obvious he DID care. "I know you had a life before me."
"Bobby and I -- well -- I taught him everything he knew -- before Gary -- which wasn't much. I was new to it myself. Then he taught Gary"
"And -- you've taught me everything I know -- too. And how about Rand? Did you teach him?"
"Your brother and I have not done anything that you and he haven't done. Only we did it on purpose. Well -- YOU did it on purpose, really. It was only Randy that fell into it -- right?"
"Yeah." He said, acting chagrinned that he said anything. "Thanks for helping us out last night. I know it meant everything to Rand."
"Uh-huh!" I said. "And it didn't mean much to you huh?"
"Oh, shut up! You know it did!"
We cut behind the bleachers once more. We couldn't do any more than suck each other there, but we both did that again. "I can't get enough of you, Mikey! I just can't! I hate to think that we will be apart when we go back." He said. I closed my eyes and thanked God he felt that way!
"We'll make it work, Bro!" I said. "You have a car and I know the transfers to get to your house now. And -- I have my own room at the bungalow!" I said, squeezing his hand. He grinned deliciously.
When we got back, Mom told us to hurry and throw some nicer clothes on so we could go with her and dad and Randy and Diane -- to the Mormon Temple in Folsom. Randy had invited them all. "I don't feel so hot!" Said my twin. "Why don't you all go without me. I'll be fine here."
"Oh, are you alright Dear?" Said my mom.
"I'm sure it's nothing. Just a headache. You go. I'm fine."
"I'm not okay with that!" Said my mom. "Michael, you stay with your brother. I don't want him staying alone!"
I distinctly heard a loud "YESS!!" ... but I'm sure I'm the only one that heard it. I looked at Jay and his head was down.
"Okay, Mom. I'm kind of tired anyway. I really didn't sleep too well last night."
"You're probably just not that used to sleeping with someone else. You both take care of each other."
"Okay." I said. It took everything I had to not act too excited about being left alone with my ailing brother.
"Yes, you two take GOOD care of each other!" said Diane. "Don't forget, you two will be going to church with us in the morning!"
"Uh-huh." I muttered. "Bye."
After they were in the car and out of the driveway, I said, "You're a devious sucker!"
He started to laugh. "Yes -- and I really like sucking on you! How long do you think they'll be gone?" asked Jay.
"It's about 1 ½ hours to Folsom, so it'll be at least three hours. Did I hear a loud `YESS!' after my mom asked me to stay here with you?" He just looked at me and giggled. "Well -- do you think left over turkey will make your headache worse?"
"I believe that any meat you feed me will make me better. And both your mother and sister said for you to take good care of me!"
"Oh, I plan on doing that!" I said. "And you must know that my sister saw right through us!"
"I think my brother did too."
"I'm not too hungry for anything very nutritious at the moment. But I wouldn't mind some hors d'oeuvres -- if you are ready to serve them up." I said.
"I think I need a shower. You may find some in there!"
We scrambled to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. We were out of our clothes in seconds, and were feeling all over each other's bodies, under the running water. We kissed and sucked each others faces, tongues, necks, ears and titties. We were having a contest who could moan the loudest -- since no one was around to hear it.
Jay saw the hair conditioner and put some on my throbbing dick, then stuffed some up his butt, and turned from me and presented his rear to me, bracing against the wall. I pushed up into him easily, as he moaned loudly, and pushed back into me. I grabbed his chest, kissed and sucked on his neck, as I rammed my self up and into him until I was crying out -- like I wanted to last night.
I knew he wasn't experienced enough to know how I really felt after filling him with my seed. So I just turned and presented him with the same tantalizing treat. When he was finished, we rinsed off, washed with soap and after drying off, went to the bedroom and got on some pajama bottoms.
Seeing him standing topless in front of me, I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. We kissed and cuddled, face to face and then he asked me to fuck him again, but from the front. I told him to put his legs over my shoulders. He did that and I eased into him. He tried to kiss me, but in that position, it was very difficult.
"How -- how is it done, Mikey?"
"Unless one of us was a lot bigger -- it's not easy. But -- this works." I said, lowering his legs and cupping his hand over my hard rod, trapping it and his own hardness between his hand and his pubes.. I up into his hand, also rubbing his dick with my own, kissing him as I did it, and he very quickly learned to hold our throbbing boners together, and soon both of us were howling and bucking together. Our kisses became hard breathing into each others mouth, swapping air and carbon dioxide.
"That was incredible!" he said, panting between each syllable. He looked up at me with the purest love I ever saw on anyone's face. I hope my expression told him the same.
We lay there for 15 or 20 minutes and then I said, "I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite! Let's go fix some left over turkey!
We stashed our already soiled jams and got some shorts and t-shirts to wear and went out to the kitchen.
I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that our family had been gone all of 40 minutes! We were both famished and ate nearly as much as we had at yesterday's dinner. Then we lay down on the couch together to just vedge for awhile. But our bodies had other ideas. We were soon humping each other furiously again.
"I can't tell you enough -- I can't get enough of you!" He said.
"I know -- and I love it!" I said. "Lets go back to my room so we don't mess up the couch. This time he wanted to be on top, but we basically did the same thing we had last done -- only he did the work. I lost count of how many orgasms we had. But it still seemed to work just fine -- so we did it again and again, each time resting about 10 minutes in between.
We cleaned up really well, and changed underwear again, intending to stop and take a time out, but I felt the same as he did. As soon as I was a little rested, I just wanted more . And more! We cleaned up each time and took turns eating each other for dessert! We both were able to swallow the other completely, (I taught him!) and did a 69 once.
"I didn't know I could love anyone so much, Mikey. Does it always feel this way?"
"Huh?"
"I mean with other guys -- that you have screwed around with -- do you feel this love at that time too?"
I was stunned. I wondered how he had guessed -- that this euphoria was caused by the actual sex. I told him as truthfully as I could. "It's hard to explain. But Jay, I can say I never -- ever -- felt this way -- this close -- this bonded to anyone but you. But you're right -- it is intensified by the sex itself. But I have to tell you -- I never felt love like this before!"
"Yess!" Again echoed in my head.. I willed him to feel the love that I felt. "Oh, gosh yes!" he said, and he just started to spurt out cum with no provocation. I swiped it up with my fingers and sucked on my hand. "Did you feel it Mikey?"
"I -- I -- felt something, sweetheart." I said. Tears were falling down his face. I didn't notice until then that I was crying too.
"I've never felt anything close to this. I must be in love, Ronnie!"
I grabbed him and held him close and said, "Oh, my sweet, sexy Shawnie! I love you too!" And we cried and cried -- not for any sadness but only because it felt good to feel each other's souls and emotions. I doubt anyone but identical twins ever feel this connection. It's like I can feel both my love for him and his love for me -- all at once -- and know that he feels the same.
We were still naked in each other's arms when we heard the car come up the driveway. We sprang up and I turned on the TV, as I ran back and threw on some shorts and a tee shirt. By the time I got back, Jay was already sitting on the chair, so I grabbed the love seat, and we feigned sleep as they walked in.
"Look at those sleeping angels." Said my mom. I smiled and opened my eyes. "Is your brother feeling better."
"I think so. We had some left over turkey and dressing and stuff, so I think he just needed to rest. Me too. I just hope I can sleep now." I said.
"We've had a long night too. I think that your sister and Randy will sleep well!"
"Where are they?" I asked.
"Your father is getting them from the car. They fell asleep on the way home."
"I can sleep out here tonight. Let Randy and Jay have my bed."
"That bed's big enough for all of you! You all slept there last night didn't you?" Said Mom.
I heard it again: "Yess!"
I shook Jay "awake". "C'mon Shawnie Baby -- we need to move into the bedroom." He got up and Randy sleepily took his arm and they went into the bedroom. I followed and Jay actually undressed Randy. "Sorry Randy, but I'm afraid the sleep wear is all used up. We have to sleep without any tonight."
"I can deal with that. Lock the door!" He said.
We took turns going to the bathroom. And then climbed in the bed, this time with Jay between us.
"G'night Bro."
"G'night Bro."
"G'night Bro."
We slept spooning all the rest of the night, waking up to Diane's knocking. "We have barely enough time to get to that church you pointed out, Randy. Better get up."
We all hugged close and stretching, got up. And believe me -- we were ALL "up"! Randy's long dong is always a beautiful sight to see.
Notes. Did you feel it? Were your pants as wet as mine were after reading about these two lovely boys love for one another?? Comments are welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve