My name is Ryan Cummings.  I am thirty-four years old, and I live in a large home (with a swimming pool) in Scottsdale, Arizona.  I have a high paying job in Phoenix.  It’s a bit of a commute for me, but I don’t mind.   I get to listen to my favorite music, going and coming from work.  I work out every chance I get, and I am well built at six feet two inches tall.  My hair is black, and my eyes are sky blue.  I have a strong chin, and I hate facial hair.  My face is clean shaven, and my hair is clipped quite short.

What I am going to tell you next, I tell you only because I’m gay.  I am cut, and four and a half inches unaroused.  I erect to seven and a half inches.  You might think that is very moderate for a cock, but I am wider around than any other dick I have ever seen.  Very few gentlemen, even bottoms, have taken me in with ease.  It’s always a struggle.

I have a twin brother, Russ.  Since we are identical twins, he is gay also, maybe even gayer than I am.  We two boys grew up in the house where I live.  Shortly after we graduated college; we inherited the house when my parents were killed in an auto accident.  We chose to live in the fully paid for house, to save expenses.  Russ doesn’t live here anymore.  About two years ago, he married his husband, Jaden.  They chose to buy a condo in Phoenix, close by their work. 

I know you may have read many stories about gay brothers who begin to make it with each other at a very young age.  Russ and I discussed sex all the time, but we never touched each other.  It wasn’t until we were twenty-four that all that changed.  One Friday night, we decided to drop in at our favorite gay bar.  It was called “The Beer Place.”  It featured every beer known to man.  The menu went on for pages and pages.

It was one of those rare nights when we actually found a table.  We were seated in a cozy corner, sipping our beer, when we were cruised by Mr. America. Jaden was so handsome, my jaw dropped open, and I couldn’t speak.  I found it strange that he couldn’t take his eyes off Russ, and even though we looked exactly alike, he hardly noticed me.  Perhaps that’s why love is so difficult to explain.  Obviously Russ and Jaden fell in love at first sight.

He asked if he could join us, and of course we said, “By all means.”  After a couple of beers, and lots of small talk, Russ invited him to spend the night with us.  I am sure that Russ meant at our house with him, not necessarily to do a threesome.  Jaden had different ideas.  “That’s fantastic,” he said.  “I’ve never done a three way with identical twins.  Obviously Russ was so hot for Jaden, he was willing to overlook that remark, and Jaden came home with us.  That night, I had sex with my brother, while Jaden and he made love.  It was extraordinary sex for me.  I realized that night how much I loved Russ, way beyond brotherly love.

After I came a second time, I left them alone.  Jaden stayed all day Saturday and Sunday, and they never left Russ’s room.  I was not in the least jealous.  I was happy for my brother.  After they moved to their condo, I spent almost every weekend with them, so I could be near the gay night life in Phoenix.  When I was with them, they welcomed me into their bed.  If I was lucky enough to score, I brought my trick home, and we used their guest room.

It goes without saying, that the two romantics were always trying to fix me up, but I was unreceptive, because I was lusting after someone I thought I could never have.  And that’s where my story begins.

**********

The house adjacent to mine was owned by a single father, Sam, and his then fifteen year old son, Tyler.  I have a corner property so that I only have one next-door neighbor.  Sam and I became very good friends, but not friends with benefits.  Sam is 100% heterosexual.  Nevertheless, we hung out a lot and often had a drink together at a nearby neighborhood bar.  Both our properties are fenced in, and have swimming pools.  Both back yards are perfectly private.  Sam and I put a hinged door between our two properties, and we often swam and barbecued together.

Sam told me once that he had a nasty divorce.  He got custody of Tyler because it was his wife’s infidelity that precipitated the whole thing.  After the divorce she moved back to her home town, New York City.  Neither Sam nor Tyler has heard from her since.  They are not very broken up about it.

I have become obsessed with taking Tyler’s virginity.  I accidently saw him naked once, and I became almost manic.  Although our backyards are perfectly private, both our houses are two story colonials.  One Sunday morning, I was showering in the master bathroom upstairs.  There is a small window over the sink, and I happened to glance out.  Sam had recently had his trees trimmed, and for the first time I could see his swimming pool from my second floor.  Well, not all of it, but enough.  Tyler was sitting on a lounge chair.  He was totally naked, and I gasped.  As big as my cock is in the width, his is even bigger.  The boy was stroking himself, and I stared at him, transfixed, until he came.  I never saw so much spunk, or spunk so thick and milky white.  I had to grip the marble window sill to keep from falling.  Immediately after he climaxed, he scrambled to cover himself, and I saw Sam entering the pool area.  Tyler covered himself so fast, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or not.  Who cared anyway?

I needed to masturbate, but not here in the house.  I ran out to my pool, reclined on a lounge chair, and repeated the scene I had just witnessed. It made me feel closer to Tyler.  When I was done, it occurred to me that maybe Sam could see me now too.  I didn’t care.  The man was seven years older than I.  Certainly he was aware that all men whack off.  I was almost as hot for Sam as for Tyler, and I wished that he did see me, and that he became aroused.

I began to devise plots whereby I could seduce Tyler.  He was my first priority.  I didn’t care that he was jail bait, and his father could have me crucified.  I was too obsessed to care.  Every weekend, I stationed myself at my bathroom window, hoping to see Tyler naked again.  As an extra added bonus, I hoped to see Sam in the buff also.

Less than a month after my initial sighting, I saw Sam take off in his car.  Tyler was sitting on a lounge chair at the pool, spreading sun block all over his beautiful body.  He was wearing a swim suit.  I ran downstairs, and entered his back yard through our common door.  We greeted each other cordially, and I asked if his father was home.  He told me that Sam would be gone all day.

“Shit,” I lied.  “I needed to ask him something.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

“No, but I can help you.  Give me the sun block,” I requested.  “You missed a lot of spots.  I’ll take care of it.”

“Gee thanks, Mr. Cummings,” Tyler said.

“Please, call me Ryan.  Mr. Cummings makes me sound old, and I feel more like your contemporary.  Now turn over on your stomach”

He did as requested, and I proceeded to spread the gunk all over his back.  Then I did the back of his legs.  I tried to be as sensual as someone who might give him a massage with relief. 

I guess it was working, because he said, “That feels so nice.”

Those words encouraged me to be bolder.  I pulled his swim suit down and started to massage his luscious, bubbly ass with the sun block.  Tyler did not object, so I said, “Now you can sunbathe naked and not get any tan lines.”  He didn’t say anything, but he purred like a kitten.  What could I do?  I massaged his crack, and his purring increased.

I asked him to turn over so that I could apply the sun block to his front.  He did as I asked and when our eyes met, he smiled broadly at me.

I did his neck and chest, and worked my way down.  I avoided his genitals but I bathed his legs and toes in the messy stuff.  Finally, I attacked his balls, but I didn’t put any sunblock on his cock, which was now erect and throbbing with desire.  I bent over him, and began to suck his burgeoning manhood.

Suddenly, he pushed me away, and yelled, “No!”

I panicked.  He had the power now.  He could send me to prison.

“No, not here,” he said.  “My dad could come home early.  Let’s go to your house.”

I was so happy, I placed my lips on his, and we started to kiss.  It was Tyler who parted my lips and inserted his tongue.  He got off the lounge chair and we ran to my bedroom.

We lay down naked in bed, holding each other tightly.  Tyler whispered in my ear, “I always suspected that I might be gay, but now I know for sure,” he confessed.

“What do you fantasize when you jerk off?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Fucking you,” he whispered in my ear.

“I obsess about fucking you,” I admitted, and we both laughed.  “There’s a problem,” I added. “Our cocks are so fat, we may have to spend days preparing ourselves.”

“Not to worry,” Tyler said.  I have a dildo hidden in my room.  It’s every bit as big as you, and I’ve been using it for two years, especially when I jerk off.  So feel free to fuck me.”

I smiled and brushed his cheek with the back of my hand.  “We won’t be able to use a condom,” I said.  I’ve never found one big enough.”

Tyler laughed.  “I have the same trouble.”

“Let me fuck you first,” I implored, “but suck me before I do, until I am good and hard.”  I turned on my back and spread my legs.  He went to work, but he couldn’t suck me very long.  His jaw was breaking.  He finally gave up.  I was plenty hard anyway.  I lubed my cock and began to enter him very slowly in a missionary position.  Tyler wasn’t kidding.  I went in relatively easy.  His ass was so tight, I came after a very few strokes.  When the boy felt my cum coating his innards, he began to cry.  I thought I might have hurt him somehow, but he assured me that he was crying from happiness.

We made love back and forth until 3 PM.  Then I noticed Tyler getting edgy.  He wanted to get home before his dad did. 

After that day, we couldn’t get enough of each other.  We made love every chance we could.  A few times we made love on a lounge chair in my back yard at the pool.  It never occurred to me that if I could see Sam’s pool, he could see me, and that little lapse in judgment was disastrous. 

**********

Sam made Tyler a bash of a party on his sixteenth birthday.  It was really a pool party, since all the festivities were in his backyard.  There were at least thirty boys and girls at the party.  Sometime during the afternoon, Sam left the party.  He entered my back yard through the mutual door in our fences.  He found me relaxing on a lounge chair at the pool, reading a book on my Kindle.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

I was glad that I was on the lounge.  If I had been standing, I would surely have passed out.  I was afraid of what he was going to say.

“I have something to ask you,” he said.  “I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t such good friends.”

I relaxed slightly.  “Sure,” I said.  Ask me anything.”  I vowed to tell him the truth if he asked if I was corn holing his son.

“I have to go on a business trip to Los Angeles.  I’m leaving tomorrow evening, and I’ll be gone for a week.  Tyler is old enough to stay home alone, but would you look after him.  Make sure he has a good breakfast and dinner.”

“Of course, I will,” I smiled in relief.

“I was thinking that it would be hard for you to monitor him if he’s next door, so I was wondering if you would mind if he shacked up with you during the week I’ll be away.”

My heart felt like a fast beating tom-tom.  “Of course, he can stay here.  I’ll prepare the guest room,” I said.

Sam started to laugh.  “Isn’t that a pretty dumb thing to do, given that you two have been having sex for months?”

I must have turned a million shades of red.  “How did you know?” I stammered.

“I came home from work early one day.  I wasn’t surprised that Tyler wasn’t home.  I went upstairs to my bedroom to dress down.  I happened to glance out my bedroom window.  I guess I didn’t realize how low I had the trees cut down.  I had a clear view of your back yard, and I saw you two going at it.”

I started to blubber.  “You aren’t going to have me charged with rape?” I cried.

“Don’t be an asshole.  I don’t subscribe to the crazy laws that decided arbitrarily that a boy under eighteen will be traumatized for life if he has sex.  Any teen age-boy who has sex, whether with a man or a cougar, would be elated.  You made Tyler very happy, Ryan.  I’ve never seen him happier.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  I had to ask.  “How did you feel when you saw me fucking your son?” I asked, but I was afraid to hear the answer.

“I was aroused, and very jealous.  I’ve never had sex with a man, but I thought it would be fun to do what you two were doing.  I’ve always been curious about it.  Very few straight men will admit it, but every one of them is curious about gay sex.

What was Sam saying?  Did he want me to help him satisfy his curiosity?  Even though I was afraid to ask, I did.  “Do you want to find out what all the fuss is all about?”

Sam nodded, but he looked very scared.

“We’ll have to wait until you get back from L.A.,” I said.

“Why?  What’s wrong with here and now?  If I wait, I might change my mind.  Believe me the kids will never miss me.”

“I’d love to give you the experience,” I said.  I took Sam’s hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom.  I began to strip, and he did also.  The man was every bit as well-endowed as his son.  Better still he had a substantial erection.  Obviously, he wanted this, and he wasn’t going to be reticent.

Nevertheless, I said to him.  “I don’t want to gross you out in any way, so listen carefully.  I’m going to do all the work, and I want you to remain passive.  I promise to give you as much pleasure as I can.  Then afterwards, take all the time you need to think about your experience.  If this is a one-time shot, so be it, but if you want more, or better yet, if you want to reciprocate, you know where I live.”

“Fair enough,” he said, accepting my terms.  The contract was made, and I leaned in to kiss him.  He turned his head.  “I didn’t expect that we would kiss,” he said.

“Well, of course, we can skip it, but then you won’t experience the full joy of gay sex.”

A look of resignation came over his face, and he leaned in to kiss me.  We started with closed lips, but it didn’t take long for us to get very slobbery, and to kiss with great passion.

I gave him a trip around the world, which lasted a good hour.  The poor man was squirming all over the bed.  I could see that he needed to cum badly.  I leaned over him, and brought him to the edge several times with my educated tongue and lips.  When I felt he had reached his limit, I lubed his cock and sat down on him.  As his fat cock started to extend into my guts, he smiled at me.  After all the teasing I had managed to inflict on him, he came rather quickly.  I never heard a man groan and scream so loudly.  When he fell out of me, I cuddled up to him.

“Don’t talk about this, or come to any conclusions,” I advised him.  “Think long and hard about the experience, and when you get back, I’ll be here for you, one way or the other.”

I could tell that Sam wanted to say a lot of things, but he obeyed my wishes.  He dressed, and returned to the party.  At the party, he kept hugging and kissing Tyler. The boy didn’t know what was going on with his father, but he was thoroughly embarrassed in front of his friends.

**********

That week we didn’t have to wait for stolen moments on the weekend.  Tyler and I made love all through the night, every night.  I debated with myself if I should tell him that his father knew about us, but I decided to let Sam do that job.

Also, during that week, Sam called me several times at work.  He let me know that he had considered the experience I had given him.  He said it was the best sex he had ever had.  He told me how much he missed me, and how he couldn’t wait to get home.  He always concluded one of his calls by saying, “Give Tyler one for me.”  That really disturbed me.  It sounded like he wanted all three of us to have sex.  I could not condemn him for what he was thinking.  After all I was sleeping with my twin brother.  Our genetic make-up was exactly the same, which made us closer relatives than father and son.  My mind was too boggled to think straight, so I decided to wait and see how it all played out when Sam came home.

The day before Sam was due to return home, he called me.  “Have you told Tyler that I know about you two?” he asked.

“No.  I think you should be the one to tell him.”  

“After dinner on Friday, send him home.  Tell him I’ll be home about 10 PM, and that I requested that he be home when I get there.  I’m going to tell him that I know about you two.”

“Good,” I said.  “Then he’ll stop worrying about you catching him.”

“I’m also going to tell him about us, Ryan.  I love you.  I have loved you since we met.  Why do you think I enjoyed hanging out with you so much?  My wife was unfaithful to me, because I could never satisfy her in the bedroom.  I knew I was gay when I married her, but I thought I could beat it if I were happily married.  What a fool I was.”

I was too shocked to say anything, but after Sam hung up, I thought about it.  I realized that I always believed that I loved Sam as a brother, but when I was making love to him, my emotions went far beyond brotherly love. It was like the first time I made love to Russ and Jaden.  Shit!  Russ, Jaden and I were comfortable doing threesomes, but how would Tyler and Sam handle a three way with me?  My whole body was shaking.

After I sent Tyler home on Friday evening, I had myself two shots of scotch, straight up.  Even after the second shot, I was shaking like a leaf.  About eleven o’clock, I heard my front door opening.  Tyler had a key I had given him.  Sam and he entered into the living room where I was about to pour a third shot.  They literally pounced on me.  They both smothered me with kisses and grabbed my crotch.  Of course, I was speechless.

Finally Tyler said, “My dad told me all about you two, and I couldn’t be happier.  I’ve got the two best dads in the world.”

“And we have the best son,” Sam added.

“Look,” Tyler addressed both of us.  “In less than two years, I’ll be off to college.  I know I’ll meet plenty of brothers there.  Hopefully, I’ll meet my soulmate.  In the meantime, do you think that the three of us can enjoy making love together?”  Now it was Sam and I who slobbered Tyler with kisses.  Needless to say, the three of us made love all night.

The next morning was Saturday.  Russ and Jaden called to ask why I hadn’t come to their place last night.  We three always went to a gay bar on Friday night, and I slept over.  I used to stay the whole weekend, but I had been going home on Saturday afternoons since I started fucking Tyler.

“I’ve met someone very special,” I said simply.  “Do you think we could come over later, and maybe the four of us could go clubbing tonight?”

My two brothers shrieked so loud, they nearly broke my ear drum.  When I told Sam what our plans were, he could not wait to meet them.

I said to Tyler, “Why don’t you hang out at the mall with friends, or go swimming with them.  I want to introduce your father to my brother, and you would be hard to explain.”

“No problem,” Tyler said.   He held out his hand.  Sam laughed and gave him the keys to his car.  He had received his driver’s license two days after his sixteenth birthday.  With keys in hand, he disappeared from the house.

The minute introductions were made, Russ and Jaden dragged us into their bedroom.  The four of us made love in every combination all afternoon.  We had dinner out, and went clubbing that evening.  When we got home, we continued to make love all night.  Sam was the happiest man on the planet.

It was nice to have family, and to be so close with them, but if Sam and I hadn’t indulged our tendencies for voyeurism, this glorious day might never have happened.

Posted: 04/21/17