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Mahler's Twins
It's an annual trip to Pensacola each Memorial Weekend for my six college friends and me. It's the only time each year that all six of us are together. We've done this for ten years and stay in the same beach house about half way between the gay beach and town. It's a great place because we love to sit on the roof, usually "au natural" and watch all the beautiful people heading to and from one of the world's most beautiful beaches.
I was lucky this year and got the entire week before Memorial Weekend off. Quite a coup but when you are the top salesman for six months in a row, hey, the boss will let you take a week off before Memorial Weekend vacation. I couldn't wait to get to the beach. I emailed all my chums and told them I would be heading to Pensacola early in the week and will get everything ready for them to arrive on Friday. Since we have rented the same house all ten years, our VERY friendly "straight" landlord, who lives next door and has a pair of binoculars super glued to his face when we are up on the roof, usually keeps the key to the beach house in a secret location that we all know where it is just in case we get there and he is not at home. I think he really is friendly with us because Tyler, my college roommate from Ohio, gave him a blowjob that first weekend years ago and from then on, no problems at all, not even a deposit required. Tyler really is a horny guy. He can never get enough sex. Often, when we were roommates in school, I'd wake up in the morning with ole Tyler's mouth wrapped around my 8-inch dick getting a head start on his breakfast. What a way to wake up. Then there was the time in the library under the desk.....anyway, back to my story.....
I live in Atlanta which is about a six hour car ride from Pensacola if you drive like hell, like I do. But since I didn't have to rush to get there by Friday night party time like the others, I decided to take the back roads through south central Alabama, something I wanted to do for a long time. I packed my bags making sure I had all the necessary stuff for a fun filled week on the beach. Things like a couple of boxes of condoms, three bottles of poppers for those hot sweaty circuit party dances and my two new thongs I bought just for the weekend, one neon yellow, the other baby blue. I threw in a couple of the local Atlanta fag mags too for Tyler who has been swearing for years to move to Atlanta but so far hasn't been able to do so.
So around nine o'clock on the Monday morning before Memorial Weekend right after the rush hour traffic, I put the top down on my Lexus and started my trip. What a life. Beautiful spring weather, cruising down the highway in a fabulous car listening to Mahler's Symphony No. 6 pumped up as loud as I could get it with no worries and no pressure. I took my shirt off and was just wearing my cutoffs. My toned body, fabulous new haircut and generally great appearance plus the gay flag decal on the bumper of the car made all the passer bys know without question, "Yep. There goes one of them Atlanta fags heading to Pensacola. What's this world coming to?"
A few hours later, I got off the interstate and was on my way through the back roads of Alabama. It was enlightening going through the small towns where I received similar reactions as the cars and trucks on the interstate. Some mothers, upon discovery, would cover their children's eyes and run the other way. Others would point to the steeple of the local churches as I drove by and others were like, "Yeah. You go man. Wish I could go to Pensacola and let everything go and just be myself for a few hours."
That's when it happened. While I was switching CDs from Mahler to the soundtrack of Chicago all of a sudden in the middle of nowhere, a loud pop went off under the car's hood. My engine overheated and blew a hose. "Shit, damn, hell, fuck. What am I going to do now?" It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and hardly any traffic on this narrow two-lane road. A red neck farmer drove by but when he saw me, he gunned his Silverado speeding away from the pervert that probably would want to suck him off just because he had a penis. (Tyler might do that but I have my scruples.)
An hour later, about when I decided to hike down the road, I heard something chugging and clanging coming towards me along the road. When I looked up there was this old, beat up pickup truck with one of the biggest black guys driving I have even seen in my life. He had to be a least 250 and 6 feet 5. A big guy. He slowed down and took a look at me with one of those, "Hey. Do you like banjo music?" smiles.
Well, turned out he was as big as he looked and obviously was big in other places. He must have seen me sneak a peek and then offered to help me. "Listen, city slicker. I fix cars at my farm. Never fixed nothing as fancy as your car though but I think I can get her working for you." He was a very friendly guy who made me feel comfortable right away. I agreed and he found an old chain in the back of his truck and hooked it to the front of my car and towed me to his farm/car repair shop in the middle of a forest that I swear looked like a scene out of Deliverance.
When we arrived and got out of the cars, two young guys, splitting images of the older man who just towed my car, came out of the house to greet their dad and the funny looking white boy with an odd haircut who had to cover the front of his cutoffs because of the immediate boner which popped up at the fantastic sight of the most gorgeous twin hunks ever placed on God's green earth. After introducing ourselves, Randy and Sandy, pushed the car into the garage, exchanging whispers and a few chuckles as they pushed and began to fix my car. Because of the hot late afternoon sun in bum fuck Alabama, Randy and Sandy pealed off their shirts making sure I could see their smooth, brown skin muscled chests coated with sweat making their bodies look like hot maple syrup as they bent over, stretched and performed their sexual lure for me under the disguise of fixing my car.
I was hankering for some pancakes to go with that maple syrup when Dad came out with some, what he called lemonade, a special recipe he made only for special guests. Since my Mama raised me properly, I accepted a glass but that is as far as propriety took me. Because I was so damn thirsty, I woofed the entire glass down in one swig and asked if there was some more. When the boys, who were under the hood heard that request, they popped their heads out, took a look at me and smiled that same "Do you like banjo music?" smile their dad gave me a few hours earlier.
Dad came back with some more of the "recipe" and I suddenly was beginning to really enjoy the hot late afternoon sun in bf Alabama. A half hour and four glasses of the "recipe" later, Randy and Sandy came over to the lawn chairs to have a glass with me. I was even hornier as they approached and when they reached down to pick up their glasses, I couldn't take it anymore. I thought of what Tyler would do and just jumped right up in front of them sporting a huge lump in my pants. Randy looked at Sandy, Sandy looked at Randy and the next thing I knew, they started unbuttoning their jeans. I immediately fell to my knees and reached out and touched.
The twins were enjoying me caressing their huge, identical sized dicks and after a minute or two of my hot breathe on their dirty crotched jeans, they unzipped them all the way and dropped their jeans so that I could have a look at their ten-inch prefect cocks and their muscular, well-developed legs. Oh my god, those huge hanging balls of theirs were begging me to suck and lick them. I don't know if it was the "recipe" or remembering the stories Tyler told me, but I soon began to lick my lips and hungrily went for it. It didn't take much convincing because the twins were standing arm in arm kissing each other, tongues deep inside each other's mouths, moaning and groaning as I was going from one dick to the other, licking and sucking and fondling those massive balls. Well, so much for the idea that everyone in bf Alabama is homophobic.
I was going from Randy to Sandy back to Randy then Sandy once again. Obviously they have done this before because they knew exactly how to ram their dicks down as far as they could without asphyxiating me and they knew exactly when to pull out. Probably gets lonely out here in bf Alabama and special guests are few and far between. They must have spent some time practicing on each other because they knew exactly what to do. While I was gagging on one dick, the other twin would use his hand to push my head even deeper on his brother's dick.
After a while, they reached down and picked me up, moved me over to the picnic table next to the recipe chairs and unzipped my cutoffs and threw them off. They lifted and placed me on the edge of the table as Randy decided to do some preliminary "get ready to get fuck" rimming and finger fucking while Sandy wanted to fuck my face. Sandy pushed my chest down and sat on my chest holding my legs up for Randy to get his tongue deep in my ass hole. Fingers and tongue were moving in and out my ass as Sandy's dick was keeping time in my stretched mouth
In the meantime, Dad decided to make himself at home looking through my bag that had my stuff. He found the condoms, the poppers and the thong swimming suits. He also got out the fag mags and brought all of them over to the picnic table. Randy felt his ass preparation was completed and ripped open a condom. He put the condom on and then rammed his dick in as far as it would go. I couldn't scream because of Sandy's big dick filling my mouth but my muffled cries were making both of these gorgeous hunks start to really get a groove. Randy was using Sandy's waist as leverage to plow my ass as Sandy was finding out just how far down my throat his dick could go. I have to say, even though the pain was horrific at first, I began to join in the groove and before I knew it, Dad had turned on my car's CD player and put in the Mahler CD. Well, if you've never fucked outside with two beautiful black men whilst listening to Mahler's Sixth Symphony as their dad is whacking off reading an Atlanta fag magazine, well, you've never really fucked. All four of us climaxed right when the cymbals crashed.
The next four days, while I waited for my car to be repaired, I introduced Randy and Sandy to the joys of sex with those small bottles, gave Dad the best Tylerish blowjobs while his sons watched, introduced them to music other than banjo music and taught them how to properly wear a thong. I even woke them up like Tyler used to wake me up in order to get a head start on breakfast. I hated to leave but my friends were all on their way to Pensacola and I needed to move on. But before I left, I gave my thongs to Randy and Sandy and made sure I got Dad's special "recipe" recipe. I couldn't part with the Mahler CD. I needed that to remember them by.
It was a great weekend at Pensacola. Of course, I kept my adventure in bum fuck Alabama a secret from everyone especially Tyler. They were all surprised when I arrived after they did on Friday forgetting to bring my thong swimming suits. Suspicion grew as they began to suspect something was up when I took a three-hour shower while listening to my Mahler CD over and over. On the way home, I decided to go back to visit Dad, Randy and Sandy. When they heard Mahler's Sixth on the car's CD player as I approached their house, they ran out of the house stripping their clothes. I didn't even make it out of the car before they were fucking me in the front seat of the car. I finally made it home Thursday that week. Of course the boss was mad but, hey, when you are the top salesman six months in a row........