This sordid little tale is sadly fictional. It concerns a guy with whom I worked on a ferry, but that is where the reality ceases. I was besotted even though I only worked with him for a couple of weeks. I suppose I should change his name, but I cannot bring myself to. This story infers that he was gay, but he wasn't :-(
Life can be so cruel!!
This story depicts graphic gay sex without the use of condoms. I do not recommend such practises unless you want to die a slow and unpleasant death. Do it safely, or don't do it at all!!
Comments welcome: kweer@lineone.net
The Cabin Boy - Part 3.
The first that I knew about it was feeling something tickling my earlobe. Assuming it to be a fly, I tried to swat it away but my fingers touched something wet and I was brought back to reality by the sound of someone in pain.
"Ow! . Jesus!!"
"What the .?" I mumbled, opening my eyes to see Chris kneeling on the deck of the cabin with a hand clasped to his right eye. Chris turned to look at me. The white of his eye was now a deep pink colour and a couple of tears ran out of it's corner.
"Are you OK Chris? What happened?"
"Fuck me! . I've only been with you twice and the domestic violence has started already!"
"Eh?"
"There I was, delicately nuzzling your earlobe, when all of a sudden you smack me in the eye!"
He was trying to make a joke out of it but I could tell he had got a bit of a shock. I slithered out of the bunk and onto the deck next to him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and leaning towards him, kissed away the remains of the tears.
"I'm sorry, Chris."
"Oh, it's my fault really. I should've known better. Now I know why they say let sleeping dogs lie."
"What, so I'm a dog now am I? Thanks for the compliment, you bastard." I joked.
"Now you know that's not true, you sarky twat. In fact I was going to show you just how much I like you, but I'm having trouble focussing."
"Let's have a look then." I moved my head closer and examined his eye. It looked a lot worse than it really was, but judging by the rivulets of tears that were still pumping out of it, I'd say it must have hurt when I hit him.
"Tell you what then, I'll go and get us a cup of tea, then we can lie in bed and talk if you like."
"OK. Milk and one sugar for me."
We stood up together and while he was taking off his shoes, I jumped into a clean boilersuit and headed for the coffee machine down the alleyway. When I returned, Chris was sitting up in the bunk, supported by both pillows. I put the cups of tea on the desk and climbed out of my boilersuit before climbing in next to him. I felt the heat from his body straight away as we melted into a cuddle.
"Sorry Chris." I said solemnly.
"Really, it's OK. I'm just a drama queen at heart." He grinned back at me. His eye had stopped watering, but the redness would take a good while to clear up.
"People will wonder what you've been smoking, with your eye all red."
"Chance would be a fine thing! I could murder a spliff." He replied.
"Can't help you there, matey. I don't touch the stuff when I'm onboard."
"What about on leave?"
"That's a different matter all together!" I smiled wryly.
"A couple of mates at home are growing some skunk at the moment. It should be ready to crop by the end of the week." He donned his pensive look again. "Hey, why don't you come and stay with me for a day or two when we get off. We could go round and see them. It's really good gear, like."
"Well, I'm supposed to be going to a gig with my cousin, but that's not till erm, ." I did a quick mental calculation " . Friday. That means I could stay for a couple of days, if you're sure."
"Course I'm sure! Besides I know you'll like Billy-Bob."
"Billy-Bob?"
"That's what we call Bill and Bob. They're the ones growing the gear. They're inseparable, so it seemed natural to call them by just one name. They hated it at first, especially Bob, but it stuck, so they were stuck with it."
"Oh, right." I said, pretending that I understood. "Cool."
"Oh it'll be cool, all right! Two days and nights of sex and skunk. Ooh, I can't wait!!"
He was grinning wildly now, like the proverbial child opening his xmas presents. I could tell he was seriously excited about my stay, and that excited me too. I'm sure I could see a mischievous glint in his eye when he mentioned Billy and Bob, or 'Billy-Bob', but let it pass without much thought. I'm glad I did, though, as it would have spoiled the surprise if I had questioned him about it. But I'm getting ahead of myself here .
We spent the next hour just talking. It had not escaped my notice that Chris seemed to be quite erudite for a young guy, but when he explained his Chaos Theory to me I was struck by just how intelligent he was. He had dropped out of university a few months earlier as he found it boring, and was working on the ship in order to make enough money to buy some recording equipment. We talked about music and discovered our common passion for playing guitar. We talked about literature and our favourite books. I promised to lend him some of my William S. Burroughs books, and he promised me Bulgakov's The Master and Marguerita. We talked about religion, and both confessed that while we didn't believe in a god as such, we could not disprove it's existence. I remember saying that I hoped there wasn't such a thing as god because if he really did exist, he would be mightily pissed-off at the evil deeds that organised religion has perpetrated in his name. I was just glad that we were speaking to each other, rather than the grunting, moaning, and dirty-talk that had constituted most of our conversations up to now. This was getting dangerous!! I felt as though every minute that I spent away from him would be a minute utterly wasted. I really didn't want the havoc of falling in love with him, but the feelings I had just kept on growing. To be fair, I never stood a chance of resisting. You would understand what I mean if you saw him.
The rest of the week onboard continued in much the same vein that it had started. Every watch, I counted the minutes until I could be with him. Every spare minute that he had, he would be in my cabin. We didn't only have sex though, a couple of times we just sat talking, cuddling, and generally getting to know one another. There was one occasion however, that could have cost us both our jobs. Chris had been asking me what it was that I did when I was on watch, so I started to tell him about my usual duties and the variety of machinery which we had down below. I could tell that he wasn't really that interested because he couldn't picture any of the machines which I was describing.
"Tell you what then, ." I said " . why don't you come down and have a look when I'm on watch. It would help to break up the watch for me as well."
"Will I be allowed?" He asked, doubtfully.
"Absolutely! In fact, because you are in the catering department, you will be part of the first aid party in an emergency, so you really ought to be familiar with the layout of the machinery spaces. You know, in case you have to go down there and treat somebody."
"OK then." There was a glint in his eye again. "I'll go down and treat you this afternoon, how's that?"
"Sound! Just phone the control room and ask for me when you are ready."
During the next watch, I wondered whether he would genuinely want a tour or if he had agreed simply to stop me talking about the engine room. I was put out of my misery when I answered the phone to hear his sweet voice.
"Control room. Dave." I said
"Hi, it's Chris. Can I come?"
"Course you can. I've seen you do it several times before, so I don't see why not."
"Very funny . not! . So can you show me around, or are you too busy?" "Busy? No. Chance would be a fine thing. Sometimes it would be nice if something fell into a big heap of shit, so I'd have something to do."
"Cool. I'll pop down in a tick."
Approximately a minute later, Chris appeared in the control room. We were both grinning inanely at each other, so I thought it would be best if we got away from the other engineers before one of them caught on. I gave him a pair of earplugs and a quick lesson in the use of the watertight doors before guiding him out into the main engine room. I led him around, pointing at things and describing them as best I could. He seemed to be genuinely interested in what I was saying and asked quite a lot of questions.
"So, when the ship is docking, how come it seems to move sideways if the propellers are at the back." He asked
"I think you mean the stern, dear." I smiled. "You're right, the main propellers are at the arse-end of the ship, but we also have two bow thrusters which provide lateral thrust at the bow."
"So you use them for thrusting up front?" He grinned. "Can you show me?"
I led him up onto the car deck and forward to the thruster space. I closed the hatch behind me and we descended the ladder. There really wasn't much to see other than two large electric motors on top of what looked like two very large diameter pipes. I had started to explain the working principle of the thrusters, but he interrupted me.
"Does anyone ever come down here?"
"Er, . I'm supposed to come here once a day, just for a quick check around. Oh, and the motorman comes in every morning to check the oil levels, but apart from that, it's not really a manned space."
He was glinting again. "So nobody is likely to disturb us for a while then?" He turned to face me and placed his hands on my hips as he leaned to kiss me. It threw me a little because I was, after all, on watch, but his lips felt so soft and warm that my dick started swelling and I lost all sense of conscience in a few seconds.
"D'you want to fuck me again?" He whispered seductively in my ear.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" I smiled back.
Without further warning, he turned around and dropped his trousers and shorts. He leaned back against me saying "Come on then. I'm horny as fuck!"
I turned slightly and spat on my fingers, coated my engorged cock with it, then rubbed some more into Chris' crack. I slipped my hands under his shirt and stroked around his nipples, whilst I moved my hips forward, allowing my missile to home in on the target. The heat of his arse engulfed me as I slipped it in up to the hilt.
"Oh yeah! That's nice." Chris moaned "Now fuck me as hard as you can!"
I reached my hands behind me and supported myself against the handrail as I began to slide in and out of Chris' beautiful bum.
"Harder! . Faster! . Please!"
I bent my knees slightly and allowed more of my weight to be taken by my arms against the handrail, whilst I built up the pace of my deep thrusts. Pretty soon, I was ramming Chris mercilessly. I leaned back further and bent my knees a little more, so that I was just about supporting Chris on my lap. Then I really started to exaggerate my thrusts to such an extent that I was effectively bouncing him up and down on my raging cock.
"Let's make some noise." I said. "OH! . OH, YES!" I was almost shouting, but nobody would ever hear us down there. Chris understood and was groaning away like he was about to die from sheer ecstasy.
"FUCK ME DAVE! FUCK ME! . HARDER! . OH, YEEEEEEAAAH. OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" His groans matched my thrusts perfectly and I felt like I was hitting the spot with every thrust. It was awesome! I was so lucky to be fucking such a beautiful boy, with such a lovely tight backside. Not only that, but I was driving him as wild as he was driving me.
"Oh shit, . Hurry up!! . Cum with me . any second!" I felt his ring tighten around my shaft and his breathing became extremely sporadic. He wasn't even touching himself, but he was certainly going to explode any second. Knowing that sent me over the top. I could barely breathe, let alone make any noise, but Chris was making enough for both of us.
"YES! YES! YES! YES! . I'M CUMMING AH! OH OOH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHH!"
His whole body went into spasm around the same time that my legs gave way beneath me. I saw jets of pearly white spunk come flying from him as I pumped my own juice into Chris. It felt so good, that I was having trouble keeping my balance. With each pulse of cum, my legs got weaker and by the time we had finished shooting, we had collapsed into a sweating, panting heap on the cold steel deck. We stayed where we had fallen and tried to recover. Chris turned and planted a little kiss on my lips, but that wonderful afterglow feeling was shattered by an intermittent siren. I looked in the direction of the noise and was horrified when I realised that the phone was ringing. Chris and I exchanged looks of dread.
"Who knows we're here?" He asked.
"I think I'm about to find out." I replied.
I walked over to the phone and plucked the receiver from it's cradle.
"Hello?"
A gruff voice answered. "You old slag! I know what you've been up to down there!" I recognised the voice belonged to Glenn.
"Glennys, you cunt! You scared the shite out of me. How did you know I was here?"
"Look up and you'll see."
"Eh? ." I looked up and saw the CCTV camera. The little LED was glowing red, which meant that it was online.
"Shit!" I cursed. By this time Chris had pulled his pants back up and was fastening his belt, all the while looking at me with a serious expression on his face.
"How long have you been watching, you old perv?" I asked Glenn.
"I saw the two of you disappear down the hatch, and knowing what a slut you are when it comes to young men, I just naturally assumed you were going to do what you ended up doing. Don't worry, the video feed is only coming to the radio shack. I've looped it out of all the other monitors, so nobody else could have seen. You could have been a bit more careful, mind."
"Yeah, I forgot about the poxy cameras." I owned "Hey wait a minute, what the hell were you watching for? You're supposed to be straight."
"Well, it didn't give me a hard-on, if that's what you're getting at. I've never seen two blokes doing it, plus the look on your faces when the phone rang was fucking priceless!" He giggled into the phone.
"I'll get you for this, Penelope Pitstop!!" I spat and slammed the receiver back into it's cradle.
"What's the score?" Chris asked, concerned.
"So far it's two-nil to Glennys, but I'll get the cunt back before the week is out."
"Eh?"
"It was just Glenn's way of reminding me that there are CCTV cameras all over the ship. Don't worry, nobody saw us except him, and he won't say fuck-all."
"Well at least he had the decency to wait 'till we were finished before ringing." Chris grinned.
"Jesus, I would've killed him if he'd disturbed me in the middle one of the wildest fucks I've ever had. Seriously, I wouldn't be a happy camper at all!"
"Come on. You have a watch to keep and I have some bunks to make up." Chris linked his arm through mine and we made our way towards the escape hatch. He may have made light of our little scare, but because he was still in the closet at work, I think he was pretty shaken by it. I would have to think of something to make him feel better when I finished my watch.
When the end of the duty week finished, I threw my gear into my rucksack and raced down the gangway to find Chris waiting for me, as we had agreed.
"Hiya!" He chirped upon seeing me. "I'm parked over here."
"Lead on, Macduff." I said.
"Actually, the correct line is LAY on, Macduff." He corrected.
"Yes, but most people say LEAD. To the uninitiated, LAY on would sound like a proposition."
"Hey, proposition me all you like. In fact if you have any suggestion for what we can do over the next couple of days, don't be shy."
"Oh, I won't, believe me!" I winked at him.
"This is us here." Chris said when we reached a battered old van. "It doesn't look too good, but it does the job OK"
We threw our gear into the back, climbed in, and set off for his place, around 8 miles away from the port.
"I reckon we'll just go straight to Billy-Bob's gaff. It's just round the corner from me, so we can stagger back later if we don't feel like crashing there."
"Yeah, fine, I'm easy." I smiled at him. "But I guess you know that already!"
We laughed and chatted as the old van rattled it's way along the twisting road, until we came to a stop outside a row of terraced houses. As we got out, I asked Chris if Bill & Bob were a couple. He thought about it for about five seconds and wrinkled his face in an expression of vagueness.
"Sort of." He said finally. "You'll soon find out what the score is. Just try not to look too shocked, that's all I ask."
I decided that it would be a waste of time to try and fathom the meaning of his cryptic reply, so I shrugged and followed him up to the door, which he pushed open without knocking. He motioned me to come in and then closed the door behind me. He led me through the hall, whilst calling melodically for his friends.
"Bi_lly-Bo_b!! Whe_re a__re yoooooo?" The answer came in the sound of footsteps on a wooden staircase and I turned around to see possibly the nicest legs in the history of mankind bounding down the steps. As the vision approached us, my heart began to pound. Fuck me, he was absolutely delicious! I stood, mouth agape and was unable to stop myself from looking at him. He stood around 5'9" tall, with hair so blond and short that is was almost invisible. He was wearing a pink vest which showed off his faultless boyish frame perfectly. He was slim, but obviously got plenty of exercise, as each of his small muscles were defined, like they had been embossed onto him. Further down was a pair of skimpy running shorts that led down to a pair of straight and very long-looking legs. He had recently had a suntan, but it looked partly faded, leaving him looking golden, rather than Bronzed. Chris must have noticed that I was impressed. He reached his hand under my chin and lifted my mouth closed for me, bringing me to my senses.
"Dave, this is half of Billy-Bob." Chris explained. Then, turning to the blond beauty he said "Where's the other half?"
"Oh, he's out shopping or something. Fancy a cup of tea?"
"Yeah. Dave will have one as well. Milk and one. I'm just going to show him the conservatory." Chris took my arm and led me two flights of stairs to the loft. The smell of the stuff hit me hard at the top of the first flight.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed, sniffing deeply. "Oh, wow, I never get sick of that smell."
"Don't speak too soon, it gets stronger!" I knew what he meant when he pushed open the door to the loft and a wave of resin aroma assaulted my nostrils. It was the same lovely scent, but so powerful and sweet that it very nearly was sickening. The room itself was lit by sun lamps hanging from the rafters, casting their brilliance over what I can only describe as a thicket of plants around five feet tall.
"Now you know where Billy-Bob got his tan from!!" Chris grinned.
There were cables, timers, pipes and pumps everywhere, and looked like a thoroughly professional operation. Chris could see I was impressed and closed my mouth for me again. We just grinned at each other.
"This could well be the coolest thing I have ever seen, man." I sighed.
"Oh, they've been at it for years now. Practise makes perfect. I wouldn't ask Billy-Bob too many questions though. They will quite happily talk about the science of it for hours, sparing absolutely no detail. All you really need to know is that this particular crop is the seventh generation, which is apparently supposed to be as good as a particular strain can get. . Or something like that." As I circled the room, I almost stepped on a Persian Grey cat which was lying sprawled out on the floor. Chris saw it too. He picked it up and put it back down outside the loft. "Little bastard!" he explained. "She comes in here all the time and licks the resin off the leaves, then just lays around for days, occasionally wailing when she gets the munchies. I giggled "Bless 'er!"
"Fucking bless 'er?!? I'll strangle the cunt! . A third of this is mine."
We headed back downstairs and into the living room where half of Billy-Bob was sitting adding the finishing touches to a long conical joint. He caught my eye as I sat to his left on the sofa, watching him twist a little cardboard filter into one end, and winked at me.
"D'you smoke Dave?" His voice was soft, slow and oh, so sexy. I had to concentrate to get my words out without babbling like you do when you're awestruck.
"Yes, I have been known to partake occasionally. What is it?"
"I'm so glad you asked!!!" He grinned. "We call it Superdover in honour of the port through which it first graced these shores. It's actually a hybrid of Northern Lights and some other stuff that we haven't identified, as yet. Here, spark it up." He passed it to me, and handed me a lighter. Before putting it to my lips, I looked at it and was amazed that he had rolled it so thick. It was like the exploding cigars that you would see in a Warner Bros cartoon! I lit the end and took a nice slow toke, before gulping some fresh air down after it, on account of the acrid smoke burning my throat. Bill or Bob was watching me intently and sported a huge grin when he saw that I was trying not to cough my lungs up.
"He. He. He. It is a little sharp, eh?" He giggled. I could only nod as I tried to take lots of rapid, shallow breaths to cool my lungs.
After a while, I guess the stuff must have had some anaesthetic property, as I became accustomed to the heat of the smoke. My head was buzzing, and I knew I was wearing the most ridiculous stoned grin in the known universe, but I didn't care. I turned to my left and passed the joint to half of Billy-Bob. He grinned mischievously and took a toke, without taking his eyes off me. I was still grinning back at him, but got the feeling that something wasn't quite right. I remembered that I had been sitting to his left, and now, he was sitting to my left. My grin faded and turning to my right, I looked into Bill-Bob's glinting eyes.
"What the fuck!?!?!" I leaped up from the sofa and turned to face it, throwing my hands up onto my head in utter confusion. I knew I was really stoned, but surely I couldn't be seeing double, . could I? Both of the identically dressed Billy-Bobs and Chris were now sat on the sofa, giggling uncontrollably at me. The moment of clarity came and turned into a moment of hilarity as I burst into fits of sobbing laughter. Chris crawled to my side, and stood up next to me. Still giggling, me motioned to the left side of the sofa "Dave, allow me to present Bill." then the right side ". and Bob." This made the two of them collapse into each other, shaking their heads, unable to speak.
"Or maybe it's the other way round."
The laughter continued for a good few minutes, until I had a coughing fit and had to try and gulp down my cup of tea to stop myself from ejecting a lung. Gradually the laughter subsided, and I sat back down between Bill and Bob.
"I know you must get this a lot, but I have never seen a set of identical twins that are as identical as you two. It's amazing, man."
"You'll be able to tell easily enough once you get to know us a bit. Besides, there are a couple of physical differences." Said one.
"Yeah, " said the other "like the fact that you have a much smaller penis than me."
"Bitch!" The first exclaimed, and jumped upon the other, dragging him to the floor and pinning his hands on the carpet behind his head. "Lets see it then! Chris, you grab his feet, Dave you get those shorts down!"
The one being pinned was giggling as he half-struggled to get free. Chris leapt from his seat and secured the victim's ankles to the floor by leaning forward on his hands. I stayed where I was. I didn't feel like I knew the guy well enough to pull his shorts down, but Chris insisted. "Quick, Dave, don't be shy!"
I got up from the sofa and as I moved towards them, the victim looked at me and winked. That was a good sign, if ever I saw one. I leaned between the upper Billy-Bob's back and Chris' face and grabbed the thin material on either side of the victim's shorts. With a quick yank, they were down around his knees, and there was a slapping sound as his erect cock sprung back against his stomach. I was once again awestruck with what I beheld.
The tops of his legs were completely hairless, as was his six-pack. There wasn't even a trace of hair running up to his navel. His crotch was a wonder to behold. His cock was reclined at an angle, but was hard enough that the tip hovered a good two inches above his belly-button. It was longer and fatter than either mine or Chris', but was somehow smoother, with a foreskin that covered all but the very last tip of his glans. Below the cock, his scrotum looked firm and well-rounded, like a giant walnut. What little pubic hair he had was contained within a small inverted parallelogram. At first, I thought it had been trimmed that way, but the closer I looked, the more I thought that it was natural. Jesus! I was as hard as granite, now!
The giggling subsided, and we all climbed off Billy-Bob the victim. Chris looked at me and was about to close my mouth again for me, but I beat him to it this time.
"So what do you think?" Asked Billy-Bob the aggressor.
"Difficult to say." I said hesitantly. "I mean, I haven't seen yours, so I can't make a comparison." I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.
"No, I meant did you like what you saw? We're actually identical in the genital department too. See?" With that, he dropped his own shorts to the floor exposing his own member, just as beautiful and hard as his brother's. He grabbed it and waved it up and down a couple of times, before pulling his shorts back up over it and looking at me like he was waiting for an answer to something.
"Very nice!" I nodded, licking my lips involuntarily. "You're both fucking lovely. Edible, in fact."
"Oh yeah, . " chipped in Billy-Bob the victim, grinning "so how hungry are you? Fancy a couple of hot hogs?"
"Or better yet, three!" Chris added.
"Sounds cool!" I giggled "Can I try and eat them all at once?"
The three of them looked at one another and shrugged.
"OK."
"Cool!"
"Yeah, why not, eh?"
With that, they stood next to each other and treated me to a show as they removed everything apart from their socks. In next to no time, there were three fantastically beautiful naked lads in front of me, with their hard dicks pointing at the ceiling. I just looked at them for a few minutes until Chris, standing between Bill & Bob, brought me back to reality again.
"Come on then Dave, . get yer kit off, you sexy bastard!" He beamed.
Without further delay, I got undressed as gracefully as I could with three pairs of eyes watching my every move. I was now as naked as they were and stood in front of Chris, as the twins closed in the flanks and all four faces met in the middle and began swapping saliva with everyone else. At first, I was surprised to see Bill & Bob kissing each other so passionately. I hadn't expected it at all. It's not that I have a downer on incest, as I really don't have an opinion other than "If it feels good, do it." I mean, how could it be wrong for two lads who love each other to extend their love to include physicality, just because they are related? It's not like they could get pregnant and have mutant children, or anything like that.
Whilst the kissing continued, the various hands started to wander over the various bodies and I felt one or both of the twins pressing down on my shoulders. I slid slowly to my knees, kissing and licking left, right, and centre as I went, until my knees met the carpet and my eyes beheld the crotches before me. I remember thinking that this could well be the most erotic thing that I would ever see in my life. At least, at that point in time I couldn't think of anything that could beat it.
I licked my lips to get them as wet as possible, then grabbed each of the twin's dick's in either hand, pulling them towards my mouth, whilst at the same time, moving my mouth towards Chris' wet cock. It took some manoeuvring, but I finally got into a position where all three penises were touching and I was able to rub my lips and tongue from left to right mixing three lots of pre-cum with my own saliva. It would have been nice if it had been possible to get all three dicks into my mouth at the same time but, try as I might, I couldn't do it and was forced to settle for doing the three of them in combinations of two at a time. I was so sexed-up I didn't feel the need to touch myself at all. There were hands all over my head and shoulders, and moans, groans and kisses in the air above me. My cock was rock solid to the point where it ached for attention, but I knew if I touched it, I would shoot very quickly. The dripping organs in front of me were hard enough not to need support, so I moved each of my hands to the twins' buttocks, and gently stroked each smooth, firm cheek. Occasionally, I would allow the tips of my fingers to just barely graze down the crack and across their puckered rosebuds. Each time I did this, they shuddered a little and emitted muffled gasps. I could hear Chris gasping occasionally and decided to feel my way underneath his balls to find out what was happening. I could feel two fingers sliding in and out of his tight ring. As one was pushed in, the other was pulled out almost completely, and so it continued with the twins' fingers see-sawing Chris' arsehole. He was loving it, and wasn't too far from cumming, so I resolved to try and get all of us off at the same time. I brought my fingers to my lips and coated them with the mixture of semen and saliva in my mouth. My hands returned to the twin's arses and eased a finger into each simultaneously. They groaned and writhed their buttock as I pushed further into them, exploring, looking for that especially sensitive spot. I must have got lucky and hit both of them at exactly the right moment in exactly the right place, because without warning, they began to shoot streams of warm jizz all over my face and neck. Chris had seen them cumming and before the twins' last spurts had started to shoot. He fired one volley straight into my left eye, and it stung like hell. I suppose that's what they mean by cum-uppance. Once the jets of cum subsided to a slow ooze, I took each cock in turn and licked and sucked it clean for it's panting and moaning owner. Once the heavy breathing subsided, Chris pulled me up onto my feet and drew the brothers an me together, so that they could each taste their own and the others' cum from my mouth.
"Fuck! ." Chris panted "I need a joint." And with that, he kissed me softly and sat down on the sofa to begin construction.
The twins looked at each other, smiled and said in perfect synchronicity "Now it's your turn, Dave." They grinned devilishly and started to circle me like a pair of wild dogs looking for the optimum moment to strike. Soon, one of them was kneeling in front of me and the other behind. Knowing I must have been close to shooting, they didn't waste time teasing, but instead one slipped his lips over my raging cock, whilst the other rammed his tongue straight up my arsehole as far as it would go. They then set up a rhythm like they were trying to head-butt each other, only my body was in the way. I placed a hand on top of each head and was about to close my eyes and go with it when I noticed I could see a reflection of the three of us in the glass door of the HiFi unit. It was a fabulous sight, me sandwiched between two of the cutest boys I have ever seen. I was loving it, big time, and before long I got that aching feeling probably half way between their tongues that told me I would cum any minute. The twins sensed this too, and increased the urgency of their movements. That was it for me. My head was already fucked from the skunk-weed, and I'm certain I nearly blacked-out from too much pleasure.
"Hmmmmm! . Ah! . I'm . cumming . Oh, wow! . Fu__ck!!! . Hnnnnnngg!!"
The Billy-Bob behind me stood up and wrapped his smooth arms around my chest and watched me twitching as I pumped my sperm into his brother's throat.
"That's it, Dave. Fill him up with it, he loves it. Don't you Bill? Yes, . you do, you dirty little poof. You filthy no good faggot, drink Dave's spunk, drink it all."
Bill did as he was told and didn't let so much as a single drop escape. He licked me clean and stood up to join Bob and me in another snogging session. After a couple of minutes, we all collapsed on the sofa. It was only designed for two adults, but there were four of us piled on it, with arms and legs everywhere. It must have looked for all the world like a game of Twister that had gone horribly and tragically wrong, but somehow we all seemed to be comfortable. Having said that, the Superdover we had smoked was so good, I would have felt quite comfortable inside a hydraulic car crusher!