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— Originally published in Playguy
magazine - February, 1992 —
Twin terrors get what's cumming to 'em
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I woke with a start, my heart racing. When I glanced at the alarm clock
on the nightstand beside my bed, it was 3:30 in the frigging morning!
Flipping on the light, I fumbled for a smoke. I pulled the last
cigarette out of a crumpled pack, then dug around in the junk on the
nightstand, looking for a match. Finally I found one, struck it, took a
long, deep drag, and settled back against the pillows, waiting for the
nicotine to calm my nerves.
It was all the fault of the Foster twins, of course. They'd been
tormenting me in my dreams since the beginning of the term, when they'd
walked into my senior history class and plunked themselves down in the
front row. Since that day, neither I nor my class had had a moment of
peace. I hadn't been able to pin anything specific on them; they were
far too clever for that. But every time I turned my back, something
seemed to happen that would set the class in an uproar.
At first, it was small stuff, like rude noises that were geared to send
a class of giddy seniors into gales of laughter.
Then they had graduated to more elaborate pranks, like putting a rubber
on the end of the pointer I used when we were working with maps, and
fastening a huge dildo to the seat of my chair--which I didn't notice
until I started to sit down. Yesterday had been the clincher, though.
I was a couple of minutes late to class, due to a meeting with the
principal, and when I walked into the room, everyone was unusually
quiet. Warily, I checked the area, figuring that something was up. But I
couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started the discussion
on Renaissance Italy. Things were going along relatively well until I
reached up and pulled down the map of southern Europe. Instead of the
view of Italy and Greece that I'd been expecting, I was treated to a
life-size photo of a naked man, beating a king-size cock with both
hands. To make matters worse, someone had superimposed a photograph of
my face on the guy. So there I was, whacking off for the enjoyment of
the entire class. Of course, I ripped down the picture, tearing the map
in the process. But it was too late. The class had gone up for grabs and
the whole hour turned out to be a total waste.
That explains why I was awake at such an ungodly hour, smoking
cigarettes instead of getting my well-deserved rest. At least it's part
of the reason. The other part also had to do with Mark and Mike Foster,
but it didn't concern their behavior. What it concerned was their looks.
Taken singly, either one was easily the handsomest man I'd ever
seen--tall, blue-eyed and blond, blessed with the hard, angular build of
a swimmer; together they dazzled the eye.
I confess that I'd been guilty of slipping down to the gymnasium when
the swim team practiced, just to see the two of them frolicking around
in their swimsuits. They're both hairless, each one's skin a rich honey
color that makes their curly hair gleam like gold. Their shoulders are
wide and thickly muscled from all the swimming they do, and they both
have waists so small I could practically encircle them with my hands.
Throw in perfect bubble butts and long sleek legs, and you'd be pretty
hard pressed to come up with a wetter dream. Thinking about one of them
was paradise; thinking about both was enough to make a man drool.
I was drooling, alright. My prick was awake now too, pointing up in the
air and leaking lube onto my hairy gut. If there's anything worse than
insomnia, it's insomnia coupled with a gnarly, aching hard-on, backed up
by a pair of balls that are bloated with cum. I couldn't do much about
the sleeplessness, but I could sure as hell work the edge off my
stiffer. Settling back against the pillows, I stubbed out my cigarette
butt in the overflowing ashtray and took the problem in hand.
It's worth mentioning that I've got one hell of a mean-looking prick.
Nine and a half inches long and as big around as a beer can, it was now
curving up from between my legs like a big horn, staring at me, a single
gaping eye carved deep in its blunt snout. When I gripped it in my right
hand and gave it a good hard squeeze, the puddle in my navel quickly
became a lake that overflowed its banks, drizzling down my sides and
onto the sheets. I dipped a finger into the honey and started smearing
it generously all around the mushroom-shaped cap and along my bulging
jizz-tube. But the more I rubbed, the more I leaked. So I quickly
collected enough slime to slick down my cock and balls--not to mention
the thick fleshy points of my tits.
A single touch with a sticky fingertip and my nipple started to tighten
and swell, damn near vibrating as I flicked it back and forth with my
fingernail. Once I had it puffed up and ready to go, I went after the
other one, tweaking it awake.
As I started a slow, steady jack-off rhythm and settled into the
pillows, the eighteen-year-old twins appeared before my mind's eye. They
were both stripped naked, pointing their gorgeous asses at me. Every
time I would take a step forward, they'd seductively wiggle out of
reach, looking over their shoulders and coyly smiling. I was trying to
run after them, but my cock was so big and heavy I needed both hands to
hold it and my balls were dragging on the ground. The twins would turn
and watch me beat off. Then, just when I'd almost grab one of them, both
twins would slip out of reach.
This little fantasy went on 'til I'd broken a sweat and my hand had
flown into a frantic, ball-snapping frenzy. My other hand was busy
working my nips, tugging the big swollen knots out tight. Finally I
howled out loud as the jizz started working its way up out of my balls
and along my juice-tube. Then I grunted and groaned and my cum erupted
like lava shooting out of a volcano, splattering up over my chest and
belly, festooning my torso with ropy, wet strings.
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The next morning I was in my classroom bright and early. Retrieving the
picture I'd found on the map from the bottom drawer of my desk, I
carefully unfolded it. I had to admit that the picture matched my own
body pretty well. The dude had a thick chest and big, hairy forearms.
Even the cock was pretty close, except mine was thicker. The only real
difference was that the guy in the picture had skinny legs and I don't.
Stupidly enough, I found that to be very annoying.
Rolling the picture up like a scroll, I noticed a scrap of paper taped
to the back. It was the invoice number from the photo shop that had done
the blowup. Since there were only two enlargement places in town, I
walked into the teachers' lounge and looked them up in the yellow pages.
I got lucky on the first try.
"Redi Photo. May I help you?"
"Yeah," I answered, raising my voice an octave to try and match the
clear tenor of the Foster twins. "I wondered if my blow-up was ready
yet. Invoice number 325478."
"Let me check." There was a pause, during which I heard papers being
shuffled. "Mark? Your brother Mike picked that up yesterday morning. Did
it get a rise out Anderson?"
"It sure as hell did," I roared, back to my regular baritone.
"Oh, shit!" came the dismayed response from the other end of the line.
"I didn't mean ..."
I hung up, figuring I'd let the poor bastard sweat for a while,
wondering if I was going to come down to the store and get him fired.
Then I returned to my classroom, feeling pretty damned smug.
- - -
I sailed through the day, looking forward to my last period history
class for a change. I got through the lecture with no interruptions and
passed out the homework assignment for the weekend. Then the final bell
sounded and the class collectively jumped to its feet.
"Mark and Mike Foster, I'd like to see both of you for a moment please."
They both came up to my desk, smiling smugly and looking as innocent as
two blond angels with their hands firmly wedged in a cookie jar. "What
is it, Mr. Anderson, sir?" one of the lookalikes asked.
"I want to talk to you guys about that picture that appeared in here
yesterday."
"We don't know anything about that, sir," the other one said, his blue
eyes wide with surprise.
"We'll see about that," I snapped. "Let's go up to my office."
"We have swim practice now," both of them said, starting to edge toward
the door.
"Upstairs. Now!" I growled. They marched up the steps to the third
floor, treating me to a close-up view of their perfect butts in motion.
By the time we got to my office, I was feeling less angry. But I ushered
them into my small cubicle and closed the door.
"You fellows made a little mistake, you know," I announced, noticing how
they both looked up at me blankly. "You left the invoice number behind
when you ripped off the order form." Then I showed them the scrap of
paper and they both blushed scarlet.
"Wow, Mr. Anderson, Mike and I were just teasing," Mark insisted. "We
didn't mean to upset you."
"Yeah," Mike piped up. "We meant it as a compliment."
"A compliment?" I yelped. "Are you both crazy?"
"Well, Mr. Anderson," Mike began, taking a step closer to me, "my
brother and I just think you're a really hot guy, but you're too
up-tight. I guess we were hoping it would loosen you up."
"Yeah," Mark added, "we've been fantasizing that that's about what you'd
look like under those baggy clothes you wear."
This confrontation was starting to make me feel very uncomfortable. It
occurred to me that I was rapidly losing the upper hand. "I'm going to
have to punish both of you," I sternly announced. "I can't just let you
continue to disrupt the class any longer."
"Well, Mr. Anderson," Mark timidly replied, a wicked gleam in his
cornflower eyes, "in that case, my brother and I haven't got anything to
lose." He paused and looked across to his brother.
Then he made a move that sent my heart leaping into my throat.
Before I could do anything to stop them, the twins had slipped their
hands into the front of my shirt and ripped it wide open, sending the
buttons flying across the room. The next thing I knew each one of them
had latched onto me, their arms tightly wrapped around my waist. Then
they went for my nipples, their full pink lips going straight to the
target. The twins' hands were as busy as their mouths--rubbing my furry
belly, then proceeding to explore my thighs and ass. When Mike's hand
cupped my crotch, he groaned and looked at me, wide-eyed.
"Check this out," he gasped, coming up off my tit just long enough to
speak. After Mark groped me as well, they both got busy unbuckling my
belt and unzipping my trousers. Then Mark dropped to his knees and
licked the first drops of ooze off the end of my whanger.
"I can't do it," he sighed after repeatedly trying to get my knob in his
mouth, without success. "He's too big around. You try, Mike."
His brother got down and did his best, but his teeth kept getting in the
way. Finally they settled down to give it a good licking, laving every
throbbing, veiny inch with their hot spit.
I took this delicious torture for as long as I could stand it, then
grabbed them both by the neck and pulled them to their feet. "I'm still
going to have to punish you fellows," I growled, shaking them roughly.
"Strip!"
They were out of their clothes in a flash, their matching six-inch
pricks sticking straight up in the air. Then I told them to bend over
the desk and prepare to get what was coming to them.
"You better both grab on to something hard and solid," I warned. "I'm
going to spank your asses till you beg me to stop."
Each one grabbed onto the edge of the desk with one hand and reached up
for my prick with the other. Even with ten long fingers wrapped around
the shaft, the big head was still a couple of inches in the clear.
I raised my hands and brought them down hard. Mike yelped. But Mark
remained silent, flexing his ass cheeks. When I lifted my hands, I could
see two clear prints emblazoned on their honey-colored butts.
My balls bounced and the flame in my belly flared into a blaze. I
spanked the twins till they were whimpering and their asses were fiery
red. The thought crossed my mind that I could have gone on much longer,
but I had other plans for them. "Okay, guys," I said, stroking their
quivering ass cheeks, "it's time to pay for all the trouble you've
caused me this year."
"Yes, sir!" they called out in unison, leering up at me with identical,
sex-hungry grins.
"Mike, stay where you are. Mark, climb up on your brother's back. Both
of you keep your legs spread wide." Mark scrambled into position and I
had a mouth-watering view of two pink rosebuds, ringed with downy white
fuzz. I knelt behind them and licked my way up both their cracks, making
their cheeks flex. Then I alternately poked at those two juicy holes,
digging my tongue into first one, then the other. In the meantime, I
jacked my dick and got my pole nice and slippery. When both of those
tender young assholes were wet and gaping, I stood up, ready to bust me
some hot eighteen-year-old ass.
Lustily, I rubbed my cock along their collective cracks. My cock snout
came to rest against Mike's manhole and I figured I might as well start
at the bottom. First I gently nudged him a couple of times. Then I
thrust deep into his hot, gaping hole.
From the way he hollered, I got the impression I'd just plowed my way
into a virgin field. The thought made my dick even harder and I rammed
Mike again, just to get back at him for all the misery he'd been causing
me over the past few months. But the result was that the twin only let
go with a happy sigh, rearing back to take as much of my dick as he
could get up his gorgeous ass.
Before things heated to the boiling point, I slid out of Mike and
saddled up behind his brother. When I rammed into Mark he moaned softly,
my cock driving into him like a nail into styrofoam. Then his hands
slipped around and latched onto my hairy ass, coaxing me to dig deeper.
After a while, I hopped off Mark's ass and probed into his brother's
backside again. This time around I slipped in easier and his cries of
pain soon turned to snorts of pure animal lust. But the twins were
greedy, neither one wanting to share my massive prick. So I let them
work for it, rewarding whichever one made a particularly good move with
a couple of extra pokes. But when I finally got to the point that my
balls were drawn up in a knot, the rules off air play went sailing out
the window.
"Roll over and beat it, guys," I ordered, pulling out and clutching my
meat with both hands.
The twins scrambled around onto their backs and started jacking off,
their fists a blur between their sleek thighs. I bellowed as my
piss-hole gaped and the first creamy drop squeezed to the surface. It
quivered there for a second, then headed for the ceiling, forced out by
thick spouts of steaming cum.
The twins gasped in amazement as my man-juice continued to gush,
splashing down onto their chests and bellies in big, hot drops. Before
long, they both let fly as well, squirting their twin loads out all over
me. Only after we were all drained dry did I scoot onto the desk between
them, smacking both of them soundly on the belly.
"I hope that'll teach you fellows not to disrupt my class," I said,
trying to sound stern.
"It sure did, sir," they chorused in unison. "We promise to be good."
They got dressed and filed out of my office, gingerly closing the door
behind them. Then, a couple of moments later, the door opened and
Mark--or maybe it was Mike--stuck his head back into the room.
"What is it?" I inquired, looking up into his mischievous blue eyes.
"Well, sir, I just wanted to tell you that my brother and I have decided
to take your American Issues course next semester. That's all," he said
with a wink, then closed the door.
I sighed in resignation, wondering what kind of trouble lay in store.
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