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JAMES COMES OF AGE
CHAPTER 48 - Prelude - Twin Time
Author's Note - This is one of a series of chapters where there will be additional stories about some of the characters encountered in the main series. They will be chronologically related to a main story, with preludes giving background to characters that we have met, interludes between main stories, and postludes containing the story after the character has left the main story.
This prelude takes place before chapter 20 in the main story.
14-year-old Sam Robson heard the sound of the toilet in the bathroom across the landing flush, so he got out of bed, pulled on his pyjamas and went across to take his turn. He had just reached the bathroom door when his identical twin brother Steve opened it. The brothers nodded to each other as they swapped places. This was part of their normal nightly ritual. Being twin brothers in a small house, they didn't get much privacy for... personal activities, so they had come to the compromise that, just before they went to bed, one of them would go and jerk off in the bathroom whilst the other would have use of the bedroom for the same purpose. Because whoever was in the bathroom would usually use the toilet and brush their teeth, as well as having a wank, the agreed signal to swap over was the flushing of the toilet, then the twin from the bedroom would come and knock on the bathroom door indicating that the bedroom was safe. Whenever they had a wank, which, being horny 14-year-olds, was at least daily, they would change over who got the comfort of the bedroom.
The two boys had seen each other naked often enough - it would have been hard for them to avoid it in their small room, but for Sam it was different. He liked seeing boys naked, and any chance he got, would sneak a glimpse in the changing rooms at school. Even just seeing other boys stripped down to their underwear was a turn-on for him. His fantasies were wide ranging but did occasionally include thinking about what it would be like to mess around with his brother. His fantasies about his brother often related to thinking about what Steve was doing whilst Sam was wanking.
When Sam thought back on what happened, he often wondered why he had not done what he did before.
The next night, it was Steve's turn to have the bedroom while Sam went to jerk off in the bathroom. Sam had no intention of just going and wanking and preparing for bed. He closed the bedroom door behind him, then went to close the bathroom door. He was, however, not in the bathroom. Noiselessly he padded the couple of steps back towards the bedroom door, then carefully knelt beside the door and pressed his ear to it. If Steve was anything like he was, he would talk to himself when wanking.
Sam was in luck - Steve was murmuring to himself and Sam could just make out what he was saying.
"Oh yeah, that's good."
"Fuck Sam, you have a great body."
Sam didn't think anything of this. There was a girl called Samantha who got the same bus to school as them, and when someone called out for Sam, it was not always obvious who they meant. There was a bit more silence then:
"You have a great cock Sam. It feels so good."
This did get Sam going even more than he already was from eavesdropping on his brother's wank. He really wanted to jack himself off but would have to wait. Was his brother gay like he was, or was he bisexual?
Sam kept listening until Steve's activities reached their inevitable conclusion.
"Yeah, that's good... Oh fuck I need that... I love your cock Sam... Oh God, I'm close... Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum soon... Make me cum... I love to watch my brother cum too... Fuck, fuck fuuuuck!"
At this, Sam wanted to cream himself. Steve was wanking off thinking of him, just like he had jerked himself to contented fulfilment thinking of Steve. Neither brother had talked to the other about sex stuff, but perhaps it was time that that changed.
Sam scooted as quietly as he could back to the bathroom. He didn't really have time to finish himself off now, so he brushed his teeth and flushed the toilet, signalling the changeover. He hoped that Steve was not going to notice the erection in his pyjamas as they swapped over... or perhaps he did want his twin to notice. Fuck, but he was going to be so hard now. The time for Steve to finish in the bathroom was nowhere near enough time for Sam to knock one out, even as turned on as he currently was. He did, however, grab a sock from the laundry basket just in case he got a chance for a sneaky wank after Steve had fallen asleep.
Despite his wish to wank, and the thoughts running round his head, Sam fell asleep very quickly. His subconscious must have needed it as he awoke in the morning with the beginnings of a plan of how to come out to his brother, and also to (hopefully) get them to have some fun together.
The plan would need to wait until it was Sam's turn for the bathroom jerk off again. He had considered keeping himself hard and then finishing off when Steve left the bathroom so he would walk in on Sam cumming, but his brother would probably just shut the door if he walked in on Sam jerking, let alone mid-orgasm.
In a couple of days, Sam set his plan in motion. Whilst his family were watching TV, he excused himself to go to the toilet, where he did his normal pre-bed routine (other than jerking off of course). When he and Steve went up to bed, instead of grabbing his pyjamas and heading for the bathroom, just started to change where he was.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked with surprise.
"Getting ready for bed, why do you ask?"
"Aren't you going to go to the bathroom?"
"No. I went earlier."
"But it's my turn for the bedroom."
"Turn? Oh. You want me to fuck off so you can knock one out in private?"
"Duh, yeah. Am I just going to have to do it in the bathroom."
"No need. Just do it here."
"But you're in here."
"Don't tell me you've never done it with me in the room."
"There was the first time, but then we kind of split up and one of us went to the bathroom."
Sam just raised his eyebrow. He had occasionally had a quick jerk if he woke up early in the morning and needed to sort out his morning wood, but only if Steve still seemed to be asleep.
"Uh, well, I kind of have," said Steve, sheepishly. "But only if I thought you were asleep. You know you sometimes just want too."
"So just carry on."
"You're here though."
"Just get on with it if you need to!"
"But I like to talk to myself whilst I do, and I don't want you overhearing."
"Why not. It's not like you'll talk about boys."
There was silence before Steve spoke quietly. "I would actually. Talk about boys I mean."
"So what?"
"Don't you get it. I like boys. I'm gay."
Sam walked over and put a friendly arm around his twin's shoulder.
"Why would I care about that? You know how alike we are. Did it not occur to you that I'm the same as you?"
"You are...as well?"
"Yes." There was a pause before Sam continued. "Look, you just do you over here, and I'll sort myself out on my bed. It's the closest either of us is going to get to being with another boy any time soon."
The two boys went to their own beds and continued to get ready for bed. They slipped under the covers and, having made sure that clean-up materials were on hand, set too. Neither boy was used to wanking under the covers, so they had a bit of trouble making sure that the duvets were out of the splash zone in order to avoid leaving tell-tale stains. Sam was not going to last long. He was turned on by the fact that Steve had come out to him, that he was going to be wanking at the same time as his twin, and in the same room, and with the murmurs coming from Steve. Every time Steve mentioned tonight's fantasy boy's name, Sam dreamt that his brother was saying his name. He himself was jerking off to the thought of his brother in the other bed.
Sam had to admit that his brother had good taste. The boy Steve was fantasising over this evening was extremely good looking - Sam had jerked off thinking about him on more than one occasion. Before long, both boys were panting as they shot their loads over their stomachs. They cleaned up in silence, then Steve headed to the bathroom to do what Sam had done earlier in the evening. He came back to find Sam reading, not really having moved from where he had been before. Sam put his book down when Steve had got back into bed.
"Mike, eh."
"Yeah," Steve responded with a grin that his brother couldn't see.
"He's hot. You have good taste."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I was thinking about various hot guys I know."
"I'm sure I'll find out at some point," Steve said, smiling again.
The next night, the twins again, jerked off together, but they had started to sort out a routine, where both would use the bathroom, before then returning to the bedroom to jerk off. As the weather got warmer, one evening, Sam kicked his duvet away while wanking. He had his eyes closed and was deep in his fantasy, so didn't note his twin's immediate interest in what was going on. Steve's eyes were locked on Sam until both boys had brought themselves off. The next evening was just as hot, and Sam kicked off the duvet again. This time, Steve followed on, 'accidentally' pushing his to the floor. Sam heard the soft thud and opened his eyes. Both brothers were now watching each other, both trying not to get caught peeking.
It was a very small step to the next stage, and it was Sam who brought it up.
"Would it be OK if I jerked you tonight?"
"Only if I can you," replied Steve, more eagerly than he had hoped to sound.
"Should I come over to you?"
"Yes!"
Sam moved over and sat next to his twin. Both boys were naked, their six-inch cocks sticking out in front of them.
"You ready?" asked Sam, his leg rubbing against that of his twin.
"Yes."
They reached out carefully to each other, Sam's right hand making contact with Steve's cock, just as Steve's left hand met Sam's hardness. They both gasped as a hand other than their own stated to do what they had been doing themselves for more than a year.
"That feels so much like mine," Sam said.
"Identical, remember," Steve replied, smiling.
Sam began to jerk his brother gently, using all the techniques he liked to use on himself whilst Steve was performing a similar service for him.
"Oh God, that feels good," breathed Steve. "Keep doing that."
"Yes, Steve. Oh yes," responded Sam, quietly.
The brothers kept up their mutual masturbation, each finding that what they would do when pleasuring themselves would work just as well on their counterpart.
"This is so fucking hot," said Steve. "Your cock feels so good in my hand."
"I love the feel of yours too. You are jerking me off so well."
The two boys' bodies were pressed against each other, feet slightly intertwined as they each attempted to spread their legs to give the other better access, arms occasionally banging into each other as they continued to wank.
"You're...gonna...make me cum... soon," warned Sam.
"I'm not.... gonna last...much longer," said Steve.
Not long afterwards, and simultaneously, both twins shot their loads, most of the cum flying up to coat their bodies, but the last vestiges dribbling down onto the hands that has been providing the pleasure. They turned to say something to each other, but Steve didn't speak, he moved. He leant forward and kissed Sam full on the mouth. Sam, in surprise, reacted instinctively, parting his lips to let his brother's invading tongue into his mouth and probing with his own tongue in response. Heedless of the dregs of cum on his hands, Sam reached up to pull his brother deeper into the kiss.
They slowly fell onto the bed from where they had been sitting next to each other, cum-sticky bodies pressed tight against each other, their cocks already engorging again after the recent orgasms. Eventually, reluctantly, the kiss broke.
"Fuck, that was amazing," they both said.
"Same," they both replied, then laughed.
"I'm never doing that on my own again," said Steve.
"Why would I let you?" asked Sam.
This became the new normal, until one day, mutual masturbation, now with significant amounts of kissing, became a mutual blowjob. This had the advantage of being much quieter than wanking each other off, as both boys had their mouths full, so could not cry out.
It was towards the end of the summer holidays that their relationship moved to the next stage. They and their parents were due to spend a week in a resort for their main getaway. The holiday did not get off to a great start, with their flight being delayed. They eventually made it to the hotel and went to check in.
"Good evening," said the receptionist. "We're glad you've made it. We have two rooms reserved for you and...oh."
"Is something wrong?" the twin's father asked.
"Well, I'm afraid there may be a problem with one of the rooms?"
"Oh?"
"You booked two rooms that were twin/doubles, with a request that one room was definitely a double. I'm afraid that all we have left are two doubles."
The twin's father turned to the boys.
"Will you be able to cope with that for a week?"
The twins looked at each other.
"I suppose we'll manage," said Sam, with inward glee.
"If it means we stay here rather than having to move, I guess I'll cope," said Steve, also supressing a smile.
"Thank you so much," said the receptionist. "We'll see if we can do something to make it better for you."
They headed up, the receptionist having summoned a porter to assist them with their luggage. The Robson parents got the better room, with the best view. Surprisingly to Sam and Steve, their room was not immediately next door, but was on the same floor and round a corner.
"We'll see you for breakfast at 9.30-ish. We can call your room if needed," were the last words their parents said before the twins went to their own room.
"There you are gentlemen, sorry you have to share like this," said the porter, opening the door to the room.
"Thank you," said Sam, politely. "I'm sure we will make the best of it."
The porter left, leaving Sam and Steve in their room. It was a similar size to their parents' room, and laid out in typical hotel style, a bathroom to one side of the entrance, next to a wardrobe, then the main room beyond. Steve pushed the door closed, then twisted the knob to lock it. The boys dumped their suitcases and bags at the foot of the bed and kicked off their shoes. They fell onto the bed, and quickly moved together into an urgent kiss. It did not take long for their hands to begin wandering over each other's body - neither was wearing much, both clad in T-shirt and shorts and little ankle socks. The T-shirts were gone quickly, both boys moving so they could press their naked flesh together, hands ranging over bodies.
Sam was desperate to get into Steve's pants, so once the T-shirts were off, began to work at the button holding his brother's shorts closed. It was hard work; the shorts were tight on Steve and with one hand it was difficult to get the button to move. Eventually, he managed the task, then pushed down on the zip fly, at the same time running his thumb down Steve's hardness as he did so. Sam's shorts were easier for Steve to access, only being held up with a drawstring tie. Once the shorts were gone, it was the work of moments to strip off their underwear.
They arranged themselves on the bed, trying to find a way to make use of the greater space available in the double bed. In the end, they found themselves sitting facing each other, straddling each other's legs, both able to wank the other using their dominant hand. They kissed again, passionately, even as their hands flew up and down each other's cocks. It did not take long until they both shot their loads over each other, but even that did not cause them to break the kiss.
Bed that night was a first for both of them. They actually got to share a bed together. It did not take them long to get to sleep, wrapped up as they were in each other's arms. They woke in the morning in a slightly different position, Steve was now spooning into Sam, his brother's cock nestled between his ass cheeks.
"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" Sam asked, when they were both properly awake.
"Why don't we go in... you know...together," Steve asked, shyly.
Sam smiled. "We could, couldn't we."
He got up, holding his brother's hand, and pulled him in the direction of the bathroom, which was well appointed. Whilst there was only a shower in there, rather than a bath, the footprint was almost that of a bath, with easily enough space for the two teens. Steve turned the water on, dancing out of the way of the spray until the shower was up to temperature. Once it was warm enough, he and Sam got under the water, again pulling into a kiss as the water played over their skin, their hard cocks jostling each other down below.
They relished the feeling of each other's bodies as the warm water cascaded over them, before beginning to soap each other up. Steve moved things up a notch as he knelt in front of his brother and began to fellate him. As he did so, he slipped his soapy hands around Sam's body and gently into his ass crack. Sam moaned as Steve blew him and massaged his ass, then gave a small yelp as one of Steve's fingers began to play with his hole.
"Keep doing that," he moaned, as his brother's finger penetrated his ring. Steve stopped blowing his twin as he looked round for something to ease his finger into his brother's ass. Luckily there were various little bottles of lotions in the shower that he was able to apply to his fingers. As his finger worked in and out of his brother's ass, he could feel the ring loosening. He tried another finger. It was tight, but again, a little bit of work and both fingers were now moving with ease. Sam was making pleasurable noises as his brother was working his ass.
"Will you fuck me?" Sam begged his brother.
"I've been waiting for you to ask for ages," Steve replied. "Turn yourself around."
Sam turned, and braced himself against the shower wall, grateful for the non-slip coating on the floor. He leant forward slightly, bringing his torso out of the spray of the shower, in order to give Steve better access to his ass. Steve nudged his brother's legs, and Sam spread them slightly wider, before Steve reached down to test Sam's hole again. Pausing only to make sure his cock was ready, Steve stepped up and took aim. He used one hand to part his twin's ass cheeks and the other to line his cock up. One last tweak with a finger, and Steve has his cockhead inside his brother's back door. Sam bit his lip as Steve's cock, which had a bit more girth than the boy's fingers, entered him.
Steve slowly pushed deeper in, until his pelvis was pressed up against his brother's buttocks. He paused there, relishing the tight feeling of Sam's sphincter round his shaft, and allowing his brother to get used to having his ass full. When Sam asked for more, Steve was happy to oblige, pulling back out until he could feel Sam's ring just behind the head of his cock, before pushing back in. Steve moaned as Sam involuntarily tensed his ass, sending a wave of pleasure up Steve's cock.
"Oh, God, yes!" Steve breathed.
"Harder please!" his brother responded.
Steve just wanted to be in the moment of losing his virginity to Sam, but he could not say no to his brother. He pulled back again, and pushed deeper, the noise of their bodies meeting somewhat muted by the sound of the shower. In and out, the rhythm getting faster and faster. The twins were in their own room, not even close to their parents, so could be totally reckless in the amount of noise they made...and they were. Both boys called out in pleasure as the fucked. Sam was in ecstasy from having his ass opened for the first time by the boy he had lusted after most, while Steve was getting his pleasure from the loss of his cherry in the perfect ass.
"God, I'm close," shouted Sam. "Fucking fill me with cum."
"Your ass is so fucking tight," Steve was yelling. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!"
With an animal grunt, Steve came, his cock spasming in Sam's ass as he shot his seed into his brother. In the same instant, Sam's body was wracked with the sensation of orgasm as he let loose his own cum to spatter against the tiled wall of the shower.
The boys did not collapse, but gently separated. Sam turned to kiss Steve, his brother's cum beginning to leak from his hole. Steve could see Sam's spunk rolling down the wall of the shower, white against the dark coloured tiles.
"That was amazing," said Sam, quietly.
"It was," replied his brother. "We'll have to do that more."
"Ah, but next time, I get to fuck you."
"I can't wait! said Steve.
The twins took advantage of the holiday to have sex with each other as much as they could. The next morning, in a similar performance, Sam did, indeed, get to take Steve's anal cherry. When they returned home, however, it was much more difficult for them to have sex. With their parents in the house, it was much safer for them to jerk or suck each other off. This is not to say that they did not manage to have sex, just that it was very much a special occasion thing. They would, however, try to do something every day.
This stopped when their friend Marcus Harper came round for a sleepover. The twins' room was just big enough for the two of them, so Marcus was staying in the guest room, which, other than the twins' parents' room, was the only other bedroom - another reason that the twins had to share. At bedtime, Sam scooted over into Steve's bed for their usual pre-sleep blowjob.
"Are you sure," Steve whispered. "What if Marcus comes in."
"He won't," Sam whispered back. "Just get naked so I can blow you."
Steve didn't need more encouragement. He was just as desperate to get his mouth round Sam's meat, so happily slipped out of his pyjamas and lay on top of the covers as Sam got into position next to him. Soon they were engrossed in each other's bodies.
Marcus had gone back from the bathroom to the guest bedroom. He went to pick up his book, but then realised he had been showing it to Sam and Steve earlier and had left it in their room. Sighing, he got back out of bed and crossed the corridor to the twin's room. There were noises in there, so Sam and Steve must still be awake, so he pushed the door open without knocking. When he entered, he was amazed at what met his eyes. His two friends were lying head to toe on the bed, both stark naked with heads bobbing rhythmically in close proximity to the other twin's crotch. It was immediately clear to Marcus what was going on, and his cock hardened at the sight.
Steve, who was facing the door, caught sight of Marcus walking in out of the corner of his eye.
"Uh oh," he said, and tapped Sam's shoulder to get his attention.
Sam stopped sucking and, in response to Steve's glance, rolled over part way and saw Marcus standing there.
"Oh, fuck," he said.
"Don't worry," Marcus said, smiling. "I'm not going to tell anyone what you get up to here. Well, on one condition anyway."
"What's that?" one of the twins asked.
"Nothing I don't think you'd be willing to do. All I want is that you do for me what you were doing for each other."
The twins looked at each other and, after some intense non-verbal communication, they nodded to each other.
"OK then," said Sam.
Marcus pushed the door closed, leant up against up against it, then undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, to reveal his erection. It was slightly bigger than that of either of the twins. Sam got up and made to pull on Steve's pyjama shorts, but Marcus waved them away, so Sam walked across the room, erection bobbing as he did so, then knelt down in front of Marcus and began to suck. Steve had got back under the covers on his bed and was now trying to surreptitiously jerk himself off. He had not realised how arousing watching his brother service another boy would be - even more so with the attractive Marcus.
Sam was bringing all the techniques he used on his brother to bear on Marcus as he sucked. It was strange sucking a boy who was not his brother, but also nice in a way to do someone different. Marcus' cock was slightly bigger and tasted a bit different in his mouth. He had not thought when he started about why Marcus was already hard, but at this point it didn't matter - both boys were into it. Marcus could tell how talented Sam was as a cocksucker - he closed his eyes and let fantasies fill his brain of what he could be doing with the twins. While they were attractive, he had never before thought about doing anything with both of them at the same time, but his fantasy now was of the three of them in a suck-off triangle.
When Marcus came, he gave Sam no warning, not that the boy wanted any.
"Thanks," said Marcus, hitching up his trousers. "I'll grab my book, and never mention this to anyone again."
When Marcus had left the room, Sam almost ran over to Steve and kissed him full on the mouth. As Steve's tongue entered his brother's mouth, he tasted the cum that Marcus had left, and that Sam had kept in his mouth for this moment. They snowballed the cum back and forth between them before Steve urgently asked Sam to finish him off.
"That was so fucking hot watching you and Marcus like that," Steve said, as they climbed back into his bed to resume their sixty-nining.
It was not long before the twins shot their loads into each other's mouths and, after a final kiss, got into their own beds.
Marcus was as good as his word, not mentioning anything about what he had seen, or what had happened that night until one day in the next summer term, he dragged the twins off into a corner at school.
"I know I said I'd never mention what happened at that sleepover again," he said, "but this is something you may want to know. In a couple of weeks, on the Saturday, a few gay boys are meeting up for a fun afternoon. Are you in?"
The twins looked at each other and said in unison, "Fuck yeah!"