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    Two Private Fantasies

    Consider this is an invitation to look into the minds of two wickedly erotic gay porn writers – Tantiboh and Hardreader. We’ve decided to let our guard down and offer you a chance to see what we really think about gay porn; to learn how it does or doesn’t turn us on, and to discover what we talk about when readers like you aren’t around.

    The two of us have been conversing back and forth, reading and commenting on each other’s writing. Over the course of several months, this exchange has developed into and ongoing on-line conversation.

    Upon reflection, we decided it was compelling enough to warrant sharing our private conversation with you. Our exchanges reveal three separate stories. Two are fictional and very erotic; the third is the story of how two sex-obsessed gay smut authors try their damnedest to make one another go mad.

    It all started as we began discussing specific characters in each other’s story, characters that evoked fantasies in each other. Before too long, Hardreader began to write a story tailored to Tantiboh’s fantasy; Tantiboh returned the favor.

    Following is our collected correspondence. Be warned: Following the three intertwined stories can be challenging; adjacent messages may not be related; and there are references to parts of our conversation that were . . . Well, let’s just say we’ve chosen not to share everything and let it go at that.

    If this invitation interests you, then please keep reading. If you chose to continue, we suspect you will find this thread erotic and intriguing. Don’t try to puzzle out each little nuance. Just go with the flow. It will come together.

    To help you follow the dialog, Tantiboh’s messages are in standard type. Hardreader’s are in Italics. The collection will be in eight parts, with a new part posted each week.

    If you like our writing style and wish to read some more of what we’ve written, or if you are curious as to what stories we are discussing, we refer you to the following ongoing threads:

    “I Thought I Knew” by Hardreader:
    http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=176387

    “Trevor’s Year” by Tantiboh:
    http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=226614

    We encourage you to join in the discussions on those threads, and we look forward to any feedback you may have for the stories on this thread.

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    For several weeks there had been an exchange of messages between Hardreader and Tantiboh as they discussed Hardreader’s story “I Thought I Knew” and Tantiboh’s “Trevor’s Year.”

    Our stories begin as Hardreader writes to Tantiboh:

    ...

    H.R. -- I've never had feedback on this story the way you just did it. I really wish that I had gotten that as I was posting it. I'm flattered you have taken the time. I'm flattered, too, because I think you are actually getting into the story, i.e. "I must admit, it is difficult to type while one is masturbating. I love this leaning-back scene."

    ...

    Can I try to provide the same sort of feedback for you and your story? I'd love to. I assume you'd prefer that in a PM, if at all.

    And one last question. It's one I ask a lot of guys and I see Trevor is already asking everyone. Did it make you cum?


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    Tantiboh -- I actually reach orgasm very seldom while reading porn. I came fairly close with the scene I mentioned; I came damn close when I read about the twins messing around with each other (that whole twincest fetish thing - that one REALLY gets me. You'll see this in another fifteen or so installments ). If a story is crappy, I'm not turned on. On the other hand, the better a story is, the more it distracts me, so the less I'm worrying about cumming and the more I'm worrying about reading. So to actually get me to cum, a story has to walk a tightrope between good and excellent. Not many do.

    Let's just say that your stories are profoundly distracting.

    ...

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    H.R. -- And a twin fetish. We are alike. Somewhere in all the pages I have written and posted in this project, is a sample chapter from what I thought was going to be Book Two. The story of the twins and their affair with Ted, a friend of JJ&B.
    ...

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    H.R. -- This is the sampler I posted on a possible Book Two about the twins and Ted. It isn't as polished as I'd like, but it was just a working draft I shared. If you like twins and guys with big dicks -- yes I exaggerated -- you may like this.

    Chapter 1

    From Ted’s viewpoint

    I’d been walking around in a T-shirt and cutoff sweats since I finally struggled out of bed about 1 p.m. that Sunday. My head was aching. I guess I was really hung over. I didn’t remember all that much about the party at H.R.’s the night before. But for some reason, as soon as I woke up, I did remember that I had invited the twins to stop by before they headed back to school.

    My folks had been gone for four days and I’d steadily let the house fill up with my stuff, pretty much just leaving my shit wherever it fell. I’m not usually like that, but I’d been feeling like a slob since my folks left. And maybe a little sorry for myself, too. Now I had to try to get the place back together.

    I wandered around, picking up four days worth of my dropping. As I moved about, I could feel my cock hanging heavy in my loose-fitting sweats. I loved the feel of it swinging between my legs. Brushing against the soft fabric. Staying sort of semi-hard. Walking around this way wasn’t all that different than slow-jacking myself. It kept me feeling good. I should have been happy that at least one part of my body felt good. The rest of me sure felt like crap.

    I thought about taking a quick break to toss my load, but quickly remembered the twins were coming over. That somehow convinced me that maybe I ought to just wait. My cock was feeling good and, just in case something did develop with the twins, I wanted a full load on. So I let it hang.

    After about an hour of my half-hearted clean-up effort, I finally flopped down on the sofa. I didn’t know what I’d been thinking about for the past hour. My brain was mostly still asleep. But now that I was sitting down, I realized I not only couldn’t remember what I’d just been thinking about, I could hardly remember anything after the first hour or two of the party the night before. Anything except . . .

    I remembered dancing on . . . No that couldn’t be right. In my mind I could picture myself up on a bar. Dancing. Guys crowding around. Cheering me on. Like I was a stripper or something. But H.R. doesn’t have a bar. Did we go someplace else? Or maybe I just dreamt it. It was all so foggy and my head didn’t feel like trying to sort it out just then. My poor brain was still throbbing from my hangover. What the hell had I been drinking? Or smoking? No more, I swore. Whatever it was, never again.

    Then, just as it had when I first awoke, another memory of the twins came clearly into my mind. We were just inside the door to H.R.’s condo. The twins were standing side-by-side, right in front of me. They were hugging me. Thanking me. None of us were wearing shirts and one of them, I don’t have a clue which, was leaning against me. Like rubbing against me. His body was covered in sweat. His chest. His hips. Against mine. I could remember the feel of him. The heat of him.

    And I remembered him kissing my ear. Running his wet, warm tongue around it. In it. I remember moving my ear away, but not so far as to stop him. Just teasing him. Taunting. Playing some sort of game, as his brother, his identical brother, leaned in and whispered in my other ear, “See you tomorrow before we leave.” He gave me a little peck on the cheek. After that the memory became murkier, but I think he squeezed my crotch. And, if he did, that would have been hot. One twin kissing me. One squeezing my dick. Even through my jeans. Those guys were hot. I could see why Justin was so “fond” of them. I would be too.

    And now through the fog of my hangover, it seemed to me that they were coming to see me. God, I hoped they hadn’t come before I woke up. Could I have slept through them coming? Or, maybe even worse, just dreamed that whole exchange by H.R.’s door.

    If they’d already come by, I would have heard them ring the doorbell. Wouldn’t I? I hoped to fuck I would have. I didn’t want to have cleaned up the place if they were already gone. And, I realized, that thinking about them had made my semi-hard dick a lot harder. I looked down and was surprised, but pleased, to see the enormous tent I was pitching. Stretching out those old cutoff sweats. My dick was pushing them straight out. And I’ve got a lot of dick to push with. Something told me that there was a possibility of something more with the twins. That what happened at the door last night was just a preview to some feature attraction yet to come. Today? I didn’t know. My mind just couldn’t focus.

    Damn, I wished I could remember what had happened last night. How it happened that the twins were coming to my house today. What had they said? What had they done? And then my mind made a painful leap. What had I said? What were they expecting? Why was it so clear in my mind that they were coming? And why did it make my dick twitch every time I thought about it. Especially since . . . Suddenly my mind had made another leap . . . I suddenly realized I didn’t even know how I’d gotten home.

    I got up . . . too fast. The room started to go wobbly under my feet. My head started spinning. I had to sit down. I waited until the room seemed steady and got up more slowly. I stood still, testing my balance. But I needed to see if my car was in the garage. I took a step. The ground seemed solid enough. I walked to the service door and leaned my head through to see if my car was there. No such luck. The garage was empty.

    I looked out the front picture window. Nothing. Finally I went to the front door to see if I’d pulled right up to the garage door and just couldn’t see the car from inside the house. As I stepped outside, I realized my cock was still making a display of itself. The lady across the street had just come out to walk her dog. She smiled and waved. I waved back trying to act as though everything was OK. My dick was so hard; I probably could have waved at her with it, too. How could she not be noticing my boner poking against my cutoff sweats? I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to go ahead and make my dick twitch just to make a point. Too bad. She was already heading down the sidewalk, paying no attention to me or my hard-on.

    My car! I suddenly remembered why I was outside in the first place. I turned, half expecting to see my car there in our driveway. Safe and sound. But no! It wasn’t there either. I headed inside and sat down on the sofa. Leaned my head back. Closed my eyes and let my mind go back to oblivion. It didn’t take long. I must have gone sound asleep sitting there.

    * * *

    So that’s where I am right now. But don’t get too excited, because as you can tell from how I approached I Thought I Knew, I don’t want to start posting anything until I am sure I can finish it. It could be a long wait for my next project. Something like The Museum could take several months at least. Book Two could take six months or more.

    Let me know what you think of any or all of that. I’d be interested as to where you guys think I should invest my spare time. But as soon as this Q&A period is done, I’m gonna take a little break. I want to do some reading and spend more time with my boyfriend. We need a little more time together to "practice our skills." Or to be more to the point, we're gonna suck and fuck and cum till we can't no more.


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    H.R. -- I have to tell both of you, and Travis if you can share this with him, that I have had the most wonderful morning with you. Tantiboh's vivid images have been flashing through my mind, lighting up fantastic landscapes and sexscapes. We've all enjoyed each other immensely in so many ways. Some are variations on Tantiboh's story and some I just seem to have come/cum up with on my own.

    Oh, abiwrester, you are so hot in your singlet. Are you almost always hard? Tantiboh and I completely enjoyed each other and you as we watched you and Travis wrestle.

    Just wanted to share a glimpse of where you guys take me.

    Thanks and until next time, stay happy. And stay hard!


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    Tantiboh -- Damn you! Now I have this image in my head:

    "One twin kissing me. One squeezing my dick. Even through my jeans."

    And I've got to figure out what to do with it!

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    H.R. -- You can just stroke it for a while and see what happens. Or do you need some help?

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    Tantiboh -- I will take all the help I can get.

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    H.R. -- Title: A knock at your door

    A small gift from your friend hardreader:

    It was getting late. Almost 11:30 and Tantiboh was sitting at home alone. His boyfriend was out. Maybe late. And abiwrestler was . . . well, he didn’t really know where he might be tonight. Or with whom. Or doing what.

    So with some time alone, Tantiboh was working on his story, which always got to him. Made him kind of horny in his head. Even if it hadn’t caused a rise in the shorts he was wearing tonight. That didn’t really matter because he’d spent enough time looking at and reading porn that evening that he’d been hard off and on all night. And he kind of wished that the horny in his head would have a genuine reason to get him horny in his shorts. But he was alone and didn’t really feel like jerking off.

    He was trying to decide if he ought to read through this latest chapter one more time when he heard someone at the door. That didn’t make any sense. No one would be at his door at this hour, except abiwrestler, and abiwrestler had his own key.

    A second knocking at the door. He stood up. Closed up his shorts and rearranged his half-hard cock before opening it to god knew who. At the last second, he decided to latch the safety chain, just in case.

    He opened the door the small crack the chain allowed and saw a blond young man, probably in his early 20s. He had shaggy blond hair. A nice tan. A great face. And, from the little Tantiboh could see of him, a pretty nice body.

    He wasn’t a very big guy, but he looked like he could be strong and might well know how to handle himself. He was what Tantiboh thought of as “well put together.”

    “Hi, are you Tantiboh?” a confident man’s voice asked through the narrow crack.

    “Why? Who are you looking for?” Tantiboh asked cautiously.

    And then a second voice, that sounded almost exactly like the first, said, “We’re friend’s of H.R. He said we ought to try to meet you, assuming you are Tantiboh.”

    “H.R.?,” Tantiboh said incredulously. “How could he have sent you? He doesn’t even know where I live.”

    “I don’t know that,” said the first voice. “He just gave us this address ad said if we were ever in St. Louis, we should stop in. Sorry, we’re here so late. Can we come in? Please. Oh, yeah, we didn’t tell you who we are. We’re the twins. He said you’d be happy to meet us.”

    Tantiboh’s mind was reeling. The twins? At his house? Sent by H.R.? Who couldn’t have a clue where he lived. None of this was possible. But right outside his door were two . . . Oh my god, if they really were and he turned them away.

    No matter how this was happening. No matter how stupid it was for him to open the door to strangers. Two identical strangers. In the night. Claiming to be twins. Twins who Tantiboh wasn’t even sure really existed.

    “Just a second,” Tantiboh said as he closed the door to free the latch.

    A moment later they were standing face to face. Sizing each other up. Checking each other out. No one seemed to know what should happen next. Maybe H.R. knew in his own fantasy mindscape. Maybe H.R. could somehow foresee what was to happen. But he wasn’t here and he hadn’t given any of them a clue.

    Should this be continued? And if so, by whom?

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    Just in case any of you are wondering, this thread posted by Tantiboh truly is the tale of an ongoing online conversation between the two of us. Tantiboh did the initial editing from our original messages and we have worked together doing further editing. I join with him in hoping that you enjoy this unique, strange and erotic conversation and its intertwined stories. Please, let us know what you think.
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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    tantiboh and HR,

    So far I like it. And knowing HR as well as I do and how his mind works I can imagine were this will go. LOL And if it goes where I think it will I know I will love it. Thanks to both of you for sharing and can't wait until next week to "see" if I am right.

    Kevin

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    I definitely think the story should be continued...and I'm sure it was and will be in future installments. Thanks for sharing.

    And if there is a video of Travis and Abiwrestler out there...or even a photo of Abi in a singlet, I'd love to see it.

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    Thanks guys for adding a new dimension to the Story Board



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    Quote Originally Posted by kk-lonewolf-37 View Post
    tantiboh and HR,

    So far I like it. And knowing HR as well as I do and how his mind works I can imagine were this will go. LOL And if it goes where I think it will I know I will love it. Thanks to both of you for sharing and can't wait until next week to "see" if I am right.

    Kevin
    Thanks, Kevin. HR's mind, I suspect, goes a little farther than what you imagine. Another taste on Monday.

    Quote Originally Posted by xrph1670 View Post
    I definitely think the story should be continued...and I'm sure it was and will be in future installments. Thanks for sharing.
    You're right; it's all written and in the can. All that's left is to see if we can tease you as brutally as we teased each other.

    Quote Originally Posted by Autolycus View Post
    Thanks guys for adding a new dimension to the Story Board
    Thanks for your help in moderating, Autolycus. The fun we're having wouldn't be possible without people like you.

    Quote Originally Posted by xrph1670 View Post
    And if there is a video of Travis and Abiwrestler out there...or even a photo of Abi in a singlet, I'd love to see it.
    For those who don't know, abiwrestler and I are close friends. He's currently a long-term house guest.

    For various reasons, he has chosen not to post an image of himself. I won't violate that decision. However, if it helps, here are a couple of pictures that give you an idea of what he looks like.

    From the neck up, except for the fact that he keeps his hair buzzed short, he looks remarkably like Jonathan Horton, the 2008 Olympic gymnast - close enough that they could be brothers. Much to his chagrin, he's even had a couple of people ask for autographs:
    http://assets.espn.go.com/photo/2008...horton_300.jpg

    Below the neck, his body looks uncannily similar to this fellow:
    http://musclejocks.blogspot.com/2007...-wrestler.html

    Hope this helps soothe the curiosity!

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    Tantiboh -- Oh, holy hell. I'm kind of freaked that you've already figured out my buttons. Those first few paragraphs pretty much have me pegged. By the end, I actually had to stand up and walk away from the computer. Right now, I'm taking deep breaths, trying to work through that shot of adrenaline. You know exactly what I mean.

    Visions dancing through my head. Your twins and my twins together, passing me around like a plastic doll... Don't write that, I want to keep it in my head.

    If you choose to continue, I would find it ... hard to complain. I wish I had sufficient insight into you to return the favor.

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    H.R. -- Tantiboh's heart was racing. His mind . . . a jumble of images . . . all of them double . . . all of them rolling around together . . . The rolling movement of his thoughts was making him feel a little nauseous. Unstable on his feet. He staggered back from the twins and supported himself with a hand on the back of the couch. Trying to ground himself in the real world.

    He took a deep breath and then looked up at the twins. Just as Justin had described them in H.R.'s story: "My cousins, Paul and Pat, are twins and just a year older than me. They looked a lot alike, but weren’t really identical. But they were both really hot. About 5’ 10’, blond shaggy hair, wrestler bodies, so lean and strong they blasted the buttons off my 501s like bullets."

    They were exactly the image of what had been living in Tantiboh's head since he first started to read that passage. Fortunately, he wasn't wearing 501s, because H.R., or more accurately Justin, was right. They were making him hard. Fast. He knew even his baggy cargos must be tenting.

    "Are you OK," one of the twins asked him.

    Tantiboh just took another deep breath. He coudn't talk. And if he could, he didn't know what to say. What could he say?

    The one who had just asked him how he was, the same one he had first seen through the crack in the door, stepped toward him. He tentatively raised his open hand palm outward toward Tantiboh's face.

    Tantiboh was confused and a little scared. Was he going to hit him? Instinctively he leaned back to avoid the hand, but the twin moved faster and placed his open hand on Tantiboh's forehead.

    "You feel hot," he said. "You better sit down."

    Tantiboh didn't argue. He moved around to sit on the sofa. The twin's hand holding him by the elbow as if helping some feeble old man.

    Once he was seated and leaning back in the safe comfort of the sofa, the first twin came and sat beside him. Close beside him.

    "I'm OK," Tantiboh said, not even sounding convincing to himself. "I think I just stood up too fast when I answered the door."

    "Just sit there. Relax. Breath deep," the first twin said, laying a comforting hand on Tantiboh's thigh. "We'll take care of you."

    The second twin moved around behind the sofa, directly behind Tantiboh. His hands came to rest on Tantiboh's shoulders. "Just relax. You're gonna be OK," the second twin said as he started to massage Tantiboh's shoulders.

    "I'm good at this," he whispered in Tantiboh's ear, his warm breath moving against Tantiboh ear. And now his neck. He felt a gentle brush of stubble against his ear. And more warm breathing across his shoulder.

    "That's good," the first twin said. "You're relaxing. Just let us help." His hand moved up Tantiboh's thigh. "We're here for you."

    Tantiboh had been as tense as . . . Silly to compare it to anything, because Tantiboh had never had such an intense feeling overcome him before.

    But now as the first twin's hand slowly edged up his thigh and the second twin brought his face even closer to Tantiboh's own, he gave himself over to them and relaxed.

    His body slumped into the sofa. His willpower. His control. Even the images in his mind. All of them left him. Swept like a warm breeze from his very existence.

    He was surrendering to them. He knew that. He didn't care. He was ready.

    Paul smiled down at Pat as Pat looked up to see his twin's happy face. Paul leaned down lower until his lips met Pat's.

    Tantiboh couldn't see what they were doing with his eyes. But his senses, free of everything that had gone before this, were creating a new and powerful image in his mind. And his body would just have to follow his mind.

    Should I continue? . . .


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    Tantiboh -- You really do like to torture me, don't you?

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    H.R. -- Quote:

    Originally Posted by tantiboh


    "If you choose to continue, I would find it... hard to complain. I wish I had sufficient insight into you to return the favor."

    Just ask abiwrestler for the last PM I sent him. It may give you an idea.

    Plus I may not have told you how much I like to be touched. I love to be touched. I love to edge. To be edged. To edge others. And then there is cum and cumming and being cum on.

    I've said enough for now. I'm making myself hard and that's not what I want.


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    Message sent to abiwrestler by Hardreader:

    ...

    H.R. -- But I wanted you to know that I've missed talking to you these past couple days, too. I have this image in my mind of you in your wrestling singlet. It's stuck in my mind. I can't get it out. Not that I want to. As you might guess, you're always hard in my mind and I love the image of your cock stretching against that fabric.

    ...

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    Tantiboh -- Hmm... A plot is forming... Expanding... Enlarging... Stretching the fabric of my mind...

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    H.R. -- Then maybe you should just go ahead and free yourself of the fabric of your mind so you can allow your inner self to continue to expand . . . enlarge . . . throb as much as it wants. Because there's more of this mental imagery to come. But don't rush it. Let me pour it slowly from the pleasure pitcher of my mind to the waiting container of yours. I'll pour my thoughts into you. Their soft edges brushing against your memories. Their warm shapes wrapping themselves around your most treasured longings.

    It's your mind. Set it free and enjoy.


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    Tantiboh -- Title: A little eye candy

    You fire up your Blackberry. You’d agreed to cover for a buddy, someone assigned to the dead-end beat of reporting the results of the regional intercollegiate wrestling championships. You owed him a favor, so you’d cancelled your plans for the day and shown up. You hadn’t been sorry – the eye candy, the meat market, the hot men, young and sweating in their gear. It had kept you hard the whole time. You love being hard, even in public. You love being a man; you love having a cock; you love when its outline presses visibly through the denim. And nobody can say anything about it beyond the disapproving scowls of the prudish women.

    You finish your message to your friend; you report the scores, describe a few highlights, give him enough material that he can fudge together a story by the time his deadline hits. You click send and stow the gadget.

    There he is again – the one that’s kept your attention all day. So fucking hot in his singlet. His team had taken third, thanks in large part to his solid performance in his division. Maybe 160 pounds, his compact body ripples with his movement, his muscles lean and trim and his biceps and forearms vascular and defined. You see the fresh sweat glisten on his scalp through his short-cropped light hair. He jokes and laughs with his teammates through his ready smile and his masculine face, exposing a straight row of white teeth, evident products of awkward years in braces. When he turns in profile, his tight ass pokes out like a pair of cantaloupes, round and firm, defined by the uniform riding up just a little between them. Best of all, his package presses out at his crotch, balls well-defined, that little bump where his flaccid penis demands your gaze.

    The idea pops into your mind and you pursue it spontaneously. You just want to get closer to him, really, get a better look. You walk up as the group breaks and starts heading toward the locker rooms. Stretching your hand out, you get the young man’s attention. You flash your press credential. “I’m H.R. I’m covering this meet for the newspaper. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” Your notepad and pen are in hand for show.

    “Fine, but I’m in a hurry.” He starts following his teammates.

    “Alright, I’ll follow you. What’s your name?”

    “Abi. I’m not the coach or the captain. Why do you want to talk to me?”

    “I’m trying to get a feel for the team as a whole. For the story," you explain, tapping the pad demonstratively. You discuss the meet and his matches, probing his ideas. It’s not starting out as an easy interview. Whooping and hollering and half-naked frat boy banter surround you as Abi leads you into the locker room and sits down and pulls his leg up to the bench, unwrapping an ankle brace. You try to pretend otherwise, but your eye wanders insistently, following the movements of the naked bodies as they disrobe, dry off, and horse around. One tall fellow pulls off his sweatshirt in a fireworks display of rippling abdominals.

    Abi notices that you’d trailed off. Your attention returns to him as he watches your eyes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize that you just blew your cover. You ask another question, trying to be smooth. “What?” he calls. You try again. “I can’t hear anything you say in here. Follow me.” Abi stands and leads you to the back of the locker room and through a door to a windowless room, tiled and stark. A large closet, converted to a small office.

    Abi closes the door, muffling the din. You sit in a chair. He sits in another. “That’s better. Now, what was your question?”

    The next sentence is yours. How do you respond?

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    You two really were teasing each other...drawing it out. Tantiboh, you said something like you were wondering how to break up the conversation to torment us as much as you tormented each other. Let me just be the first to say that I think you're doing a great job tormenting.

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    oh damn this thread is hilarious, i'm laughing my ass off about the eye candy story and its kind of fun to think i'm hardreaders fantasy haha

    and way to go tantiboh with finding those pictures, yeah that's pretty much what I look like so is it weird that I got horny looking at the wrestler guy? haha

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    Abi-

    If you look like that wrestler guy, it isn't weird that you got horny looking at him. That guy is rockin' hot. And you're the subject of more than just HR's fantasies.

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    Guys,

    Thanks again for sharing. What images you both are filling my head with. GOD! Good images, please don't quit.

    "Thanks, Kevin. HR's mind, I suspect, goes a little farther than what you imagine." He has been "torturing" me since June with a lot of mental and visual images. And I have loved every minute of it.

    Thanks again guys,

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    Quote Originally Posted by xrph1670 View Post
    You two really were teasing each other...drawing it out. Tantiboh, you said something like you were wondering how to break up the conversation to torment us as much as you tormented each other. Let me just be the first to say that I think you're doing a great job tormenting.
    Thanks for the feedback, xrph. Up next: more torment.

    Quote Originally Posted by abiwrestler View Post
    oh damn this thread is hilarious, i'm laughing my ass off about the eye candy story and its kind of fun to think i'm hardreaders fantasy haha

    and way to go tantiboh with finding those pictures, yeah that's pretty much what I look like so is it weird that I got horny looking at the wrestler guy? haha
    Thanks, abiwrestler.

    Quote Originally Posted by kk-lonewolf-37 View Post
    Guys,

    Thanks again for sharing. What images you both are filling my head with. GOD! Good images, please don't quit.

    "Thanks, Kevin. HR's mind, I suspect, goes a little farther than what you imagine." He has been "torturing" me since June with a lot of mental and visual images. And I have loved every minute of it.

    Thanks again guys,

    Kevin
    Our pleasure, Kevin. More on the way!

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    H.R. -- It's hard for me just now to know how to continue. Very hard. I have a grasp on the issue and I want to continue. But I need more inspiration to finish. To finish this thought, that is. Yes, I do.

    This kind of assignment . . . I find it very exciting. You just never know what is going to happen. What you will learn as you draw someone out.

    But I know I want to experience this guy. That's how you capture a person's spirit, personality, character and urges.

    I think I'll go with urges. Ask him where and how he summons his strength and power to control, completely dominate, another young man. Does it permeate his mind as well as his body? Is that same urge there when he is not wrestling? I want to know. See. Feel. Experience this young man and his magnificent body. I want to know the mind that powers it.

    I saved this PM from you until last. I waited until I had opened and answered all the others before I started to read. I'm so glad I did. I so hope there is more soon. The mere anticipation makes me hard.

    Thanks.


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    Tantiboh -- You're overthinking this. I don't want your instructions. Compose a sentence.

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    H.R. -- Originally Posted by Tantiboh:
    You really do like to torture me, don't you?

    Yes, I do.

    At last Pat and Paul broke their kiss. The sound of their moist lips pulling away from each other was clear in Tantiboh's ear. The image of their lips, moist from their kiss, slowly withdrawing from each other, was clearer still in his mind.

    What was happening in his shorts was undeniable. Tantiboh was as fully hard as his shorts would permit. Trapped, bent to the right, his cock ached to be freed. To be touched. Caressed. Ministered to. Much the same way Paul was once again ministering to his shoulders.

    Don't ask for more, Tantiboh thought. Enjoy this moment. Live this moment. Immerse yourself in it. How long have you waited, imagined, hoped for just such a moment? Two identical guys. Their hands all over you. Rubbing. Massaging. Exciting. Asking nothing in return. Only giving.

    As he began to let himself fall completely into the pleasure his late-night visitors were giving him, Paul's hands moved slowly but certainly from Tantiboh's shoulders to his abs. Alternately kneading them firmly, but not too hard. Then lightly running his palms and fingers over them. Judging their strength. Appreciating their firmness. Revelling in the feel of a man.

    Ohhhh, Tantiboh's mind was gone. His own thoughts banished. The sensations and images that the twins had generated in him had taken total control. He thought this was as good as it could get.

    But then Pat's hand began to move. Could it be? Would he? No, it was moving away. It had been just inches from his aching cock. He must have felt the strain of the fabric. He could have felt the heat from Tantiboh's cock and his roiling nuts.

    Then just as he was ready to dispair, a second hand touched Tantiboh's other leg. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down. Pat's hands were now on either side of his crotch. He was turning his body to face toward Tantiboh. He was staring at Tantiboh's tenting shorts.

    "What have we here?" he asked.

    Tantiboh's head lolled back. His senses overwhelmed with thoughts of what was coming.

    "No need to be embarrassed," Pat said. "We all get excited sometimes."

    And with that he wrapped one of his hands around Tantiboh's throbbing hard-on. Wrapped it as best he could through the straining fabric of Tantiboh's shorts.

    He gave it a couple quick strokes. Then he stopped and held it firmly. The heat in Tantiboh's cock was rising fast. His breathing getting ragged.

    No. Not so soon. Not yet, Tantiboh thought. Not yet. Please, dear god, let this last.

    To be continued . . . only if you want more to cum

    I do hope you're enjoying this in all the right ways. In all the right places. I am.


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    Tantiboh -- "The heat in Tantiboh's cock was rising fast. His breathing getting ragged." How'd you know?

    Thank you, sir. Can I have another?

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    H.R. -- Images of you guys linger and nothing on the web will satisfy my needs. I guess I better try to cool down. Wish I had control like you, abiwrestler. But when I get hard, it just doesn't go away. The worst is my aching need and no resolution. I think I'm going to blame this on you, Tantiboh.

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    H.R. -- Originally Posted by tantiboh:
    You're overthinking this. I don't want your instructions. Compose a sentence.

    "So tell me what it is that's going on in your head while you're physically dominating your opponent?"

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    Tantiboh -- "So tell me what it is that's going on in your head while you're physically dominating your opponent?"

    Abi’s eyes narrow and his eyebrow lifts. Uh oh. This kid’s sharper than your typical jock, you realize. He flashes his ready smile. “That’s not the kind of question I’d expect. You’re not really here for a newspaper story, are you?” He leans back and moves a hand to his thigh, drawing your eye. You watch as that little bump expands to the left, growing, forming the beginnings of an outline. You glance at Abi’s face; he watches you closely, that smile melting into an enigmatic gaze. He runs his finger gently up the base of his shaft as it strains against the fabric. “Are you?”

    Your heart pounds; your chest constricts; your head swims. How did this boy, a decade your junior, just seize such utter control of the situation? “No,” you admit, shaking your head robotically.

    He stands, moving close. You can’t pull your eyes from his cock. He grips your wrist and guides your hand, brushing the fingernails against the smooth fabric covering his testicles. “Wrestling is like chess,” he begins as he gives you your hand, letting your fingers trace the outline of his erection. “For every move, there is a counter move.” You barely hear him. You press your palm against his shaft. “The difference is that your strength and speed and skill determine if you are able to counter the move.” So hard against your fingers. “When I’m wrestling, I’m not thinking about domination. I’m thinking about the next moves. Wrestling is not emotional. It’s strategy. Emotions don’t happen until I win or lose.”

    He slides closer. “I don’t mean to say,” he says softly, his hand gripping your hair. You look up and meet his eyes. “That I don’t like dominating.” He presses his groin unexpectedly against your mouth, holding your face tight against him by your hair. Surprised, you freeze then part your lips in sudden relish. You can smell the sweat, even the hint of piss as you grind your face into him; you run your tongue over that odiferous fabric, mouthing his erection, using your teeth to scrape and squeeze as Abi’s hand gently tugs at your hair and his hips grind against you and he sighs his approval.

    Your hands find his torso and dive under his singlet, groping his flexing abdominals and tight, bulging pectoral. His sweat lubricates your palms as they slide over him.

    Abi pulls away a little, using your hair to tip your head back and meet your gaze. His smile. “Next question?”

    You chuckle and dive back in. Abi lets go of your hair and clasps his hands behind his back as you worship his body. One of your hands slides around and grips his ass, squeezing it. He flexes it for you, showcasing its hardness, its tightness as you press the fabric into his crack and slide your fingers slowly up and down it.

    To your side, you hear the door handle turn. Abi looks up as a man enters. You follow his gaze. Big. Powerful. Perhaps in his mid-thirties. Hunky and masculine, hairy and bulging in all the right spots.

    “Hi, coach,” greets Abi nonchalantly.

    The coach quickly closes the door behind him. “Damn it, Abi, didn’t I tell you not to use this office for this shit anymore?” Abi doesn’t respond. The coach’s gaze shifts to you. “And who the hell are you?”

    The next sentence is yours.

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    H.R. -- You do like to play the dominator, don't you. Well, keep alert. You don't know your prey that well yet.

    "I'm a close friend of Abi's and I came to see him wrestle. My name's H.R."

    What I didn't say was: I'm a cocksucker and this kid is fucking awesome. He got me hard as hell and I don't really want to be fucking interrupted just now.


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    Tantiboh -- "I'm a close friend of Abi's and I came to see him wrestle. My name's H.R."

    The coach looks back at Abi. “Is that true?”

    Abi flashes that smile, impishness in his eyes. “Sure. We’re …” he grabs your hair and pulls you back against his cock, “really close.”

    The coach pauses for a second while you attack the fabric of Abi’s singlet. “Fine,” he says. He turns and jams a wedge under the door. He sets his clipboard on the desk and steps across the room and sits on an inclined bed, the type used for working on muscular injuries.

    You pull back a little and look up at Abi. “You knew he was coming.”

    Abi chuckles. “Coach likes to watch.”

    “I did,” the coach interjects, “until we almost got caught.” Abi laughs and you mouth his left testicle.

    A moment later, Abi sits on your lap. He slips his arms out of his shoulder straps and peels the fabric down until it bunches just underneath his pectorals. Fascinated, your eyes dance across them; firm, round, smooth, perfect. Small nipples poke out at your nose as you latch onto one of them, flicking your tongue at it while your hand gropes the other half of his chest. You feel Abi’s erection against your own; you feel his hands lifting your shirt and you raise your arms obligingly. You attack the other nipple, tweaking the first. Abi’s hand invades your hair, pressing your face to his breast with a contented sigh while his other hand slides over your shoulder and arm.

    You peel Abi’s singlet down, exposing him like a banana, and you resume your feast on his abs as you lean forward, wrapping your arms behind his back, supporting him as he leans away. His balls press against your hard cock and his hips wiggle as he flexes his abdominals, showing off for you. You notice off to the side that the coach’s cock waves at you, thick as he watches you, working it over.

    Moments pass with you in a daze. You alternate between Abi’s abs and chest and cloth-covered cock, kissing, licking, gnawing. Abi’s hands explore your body as best they can, sliding over your head and neck and arms and back; your hands alternately grope his bare skin and his tight covered ass. They slowly, slowly work that fabric downward until your fingers are sliding into the top of Abi’s crack and his cock head just peeks above the bunched singlet. A jeweled droplet of precum perches on the tip, surrounded by foreskin; you bend down and lick it off, tasting his mild flavor as he twitches.

    You hear scraping as the coach slides the bed away from the wall and toward the middle of the small room. He crouches next to you. He smells good, musky. His deep voice rumbles in your ear. “This kid’s a piece of work, isn’t he?”

    “Fuck, yes,” you breathe.

    “I won’t touch a student. I won’t cross that line. But you’re not a student.” His voice lowers further. “Are you willing to trust me?”

    “How?”

    “You know experience matters. If you say no, I’ll leave this room. If you say yes, I’ll help this kid blow your mind. Will you trust me?”

    How do you respond?

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    Guys,

    Sorry I read your last post the other day and completely forgot to post a comment.

    You both are driving me crazy. I LOVE IT. lol Keep it up and I can't wait to see where you both go from here.

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    Quote Originally Posted by kk-lonewolf-37 View Post
    Guys,

    Sorry I read your last post the other day and completely forgot to post a comment.

    You both are driving me crazy. I LOVE IT. lol Keep it up and I can't wait to see where you both go from here.

    Kevin
    Thanks, Kevin!

    This post marks the halfway point. Enjoy!

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    H.R. -- I wish I had the time and was in a place where I could write you more of Knock in return, but you'll have to wait until I get back home and have a bit of privacy.

    I was so glad to see this mail this morning. I'm still semi-hard with a client's wife not too far away, chattering about the coffee. I will take time to savor it Tuesday when I am away from all the prying eyes around here.

    "Sure, go ahead and help him blow my mind. But trust you? I don't know much about trust but I'll try anything once."


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    H.R. -- Originally Posted by tantiboh:

    Thank you, sir. Can I have another?

    You certainly can.

    "Don't get him off yet, Pat," Paul said sternly, his hands still massaging Tantiboh's chest. Still making Tantiboh's heart race.

    Pat pulled his hand away and looked at Tantiboh. His face. So close. He put his lips to Tantiboh's ear and whispered, "Sorry, dude, orders from the boss." He kissed Tantiboh gently on the lips. Just a little tongue. Then it was over.

    Tantiboh shuddered. He hadn't been handled like this since . . . too long. Abi was more in and out. And his boyfriend . . . well, he wasn't here, was he?

    "Maybe we should call H.R. I'm not really sure what's going on here," Pat said to Paul. "Shit, my phones in the car." Turning to Tantiboh, he asked, "Got a cell phone I can use?"

    "Sure, by the computer there. Help yourself."

    Tantiboh had no problem with Pat calling H.R. on his cell phone. That was perfect.

    Pat dialed. Paul continued the massage, which was turning more and more into gentle petting, as his hands worked their way down to Tantiboh's abs.

    "No answer," Pat said, flipping the phone shut. And then he looked at the computer for the first time.

    "I thought I'd see if H.R. was on, but I see our boy Tantiboh here already is signed in and guess what he's reading," Pat said. Paul didn't answer. He just kept working Tantiboh's abs over ever so gently with his fingertips. Just on the verge of tickling. But not. Just keeping Tantiboh turned on. But not too much.

    But when Tantiboh realized what Pat was seeing on his computer, his mind began to race. Shit, he thought. And then, it can't be. It must be a twisted dream. Reality and fantasy just don't merge like this. Not for real. But god damn, Paul's hands felt so real. Not like any dream.

    "I shivered at their gentle touch," Paul began to read from the screen, "the first I had ever felt from a guy. 'I don’t know if I can hold it.' I closed my eyes trying to fight back the urge to cum.

    "Then I felt their hands, both of them reaching out to take firm hold of my cock. I could feel their warm hands, their fingers wrapped firmly around my blazing hot dick. As often as I’d stroked myself off, I never would have imagined that having another guy’s hand on my dick could feel so good, so much better. It was ten times better than beating off alone. And having two guys – great looking hunks at that – doing it . . ."

    "I don't think we need to talk to H.R. now, do we?" Paul said, as he started to open Tantiboh's shorts. "I think I know why H.R. sent us."

    "But he's no kid, like Justin. Are you, Tantiboh?" Pat said, once again standing behind and over Tantiboh, pinching Tantiboh's right nipple. Hard. Too hard for pleasure. It hurt. But almost immediately the pleasure followed the pain. As it always did.

    "Let's strip him and see what we have to work with here," Paul said, jerking Tantiboh shorts off roughly. His hardened cock had been trapped in the fabric and pulled down. As it freed, it slapped hard against his abs with a thwapping sound.

    He grimaced at the pain he felt in his cockhead where it had slapped against his own flesh. And then again the pleasure. He was so hard. And Tantiboh liked being hard and all that went with it.

    "Nice," Pat said looking at Tantiboh's now naked body. "I think we can work with this."

    And with those words, Paul leaned forward and ran his warm, wet tongue from Tantiboh's ball sac up the underside of Tantiboh's cock. Paul's lips sucked in the fleshy hood at the end, working his tongue into it. After a moment, he pulled off and grinned. "I love playing with these things."

    "Me, too," Pat said and leaned in to kiss Tantiboh. Tantiboh was ready. More than ready. Let them play. He'd be their toy. God, just let it be real. As real as it felt.

    "Ohhhh," Tantiboh said, his mind brought back to the reality around him as Paul sucked in one of his nuts and Pat's open lips reached his own. Even as he made the sound, his breath was inhaled into Pat's inviting mouth.

    I do hope you're enjoying this confection. You are at least a little hard, I hope?


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    Tantiboh -- I type about sixty words a minute when I have both hands available. This is, therefore, a short response.

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    H.R. -- I do a lot of one-handed typing. I'm getting better and better at it.
    ...

    Hope to read more from you soon. I just love the way you make me so hard.

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    Tantiboh -- "Sure, go ahead and help him blow my mind. But trust you? I don't know much about trust but I'll try anything once."

    The coach smiles. “Not exactly the ringing endorsement I was looking for, but I guess it’ll do.” He stands and lifts his shirt over his head, revealing a massive, almost body-builder body covered with trimmed hair. He slips out of his shoes and slides his shorts and briefs to the floor. He’s breathtakingly masculine, exuding power. His cock is thick rather than long, proportionate to his massive furry thighs.

    He nudges Abi off your lap and slides his arms under your body, lifting you up, cradling you. Effortlessly, he leans back on the inclined bed and drapes you over his body. It’s like lying back on shag carpet; he’s just enough taller than you that you feel his face next to your ear and his cock pressing against your testicles through the denim. “Pull those off of him,” the coach commands Abi. He wraps one massive arm under yours and across your chest, gripping the opposite shoulder. You instinctively feel bound, tied down as surely as the strongest silk rope in this fleshy bondage. It excites you; your cock throbs as Abi pulls the waistband of your jeans down and tugs them off your now-bare feet.

    “Sit on his face,” directs the coach. Abi, lithe and limber, scrambles up the bed and plants his feet to either side of you. You bend your knees and he leans forward, resting his hands on them, lowering his ass until your mouth presses against that fabric between his cheeks, stretching it, your lips and tongue striving to give the young man a wedgie. Your hands molest his legs and his ass and his waist as the coach’s free hand runs across your body, feeling your pectorals and abdominals, groping your belly.

    Your hands work the wadded fabric down over Abi’s ass, slowly revealing his trim, corded glutei as if unwrapping a gift. Your tongue slides into his crack as it appears; Abi sighs in contentment, wiggling his ass just a little as you finally locate his bare, sweaty anus.

    You eat this delectable treat, this fine young rosebud delicacy, relishing its salty flavor, breathing in the intoxicating aroma. The coach’s powerful hand has found your cock and alternates between squeezing the base and slowly stroking the shaft. “Eat that boy’s ass,” the coach mutters in your ear, encouraging you as your hands spread Abi’s cheeks apart and your face dives in again. Abi moans his satisfaction; you feel his moist anus alternately relaxing and contracting as your tongue presses against it. The coach’s practiced hand slides over your hard cock; he raises your temperature – not too fast, not too slow, just enough to light that spark of constant dull pleasure in your gut.

    “Trust me,” he mutters again with his deep voice. His hand slides underneath your body; he guides the head of his cock against your asshole. He doesn’t penetrate. He simply presses against your sensitive orifice, varying his pressure, adding the delightful sensations to his confident strokes across the shaft of your cock. The hand that held you bound now gropes you, massaging your electrified muscles.

    Finally, Abi crawls off your body and turns. “Fuck this thing,” he growls and pushes his singlet to the floor. The coach takes the opportunity; he slides his finger across the tip of your cock, scooping a large drop of precious precum, and spreads it gently on your bottom lip, holding his finger near your nose as you breathe your aroma and taste your flavor.

    Abi’s newly freed and gorgeous uncut cock salutes you as he steps closer and the coach’s hand returns to your shaft, milking it. Abi’s thighs press against the mattress and he lays the hooded head of his penis against your lips.

    The next sentence is yours.

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    H.R. -- I am loving this story. I can move right into this scene and the sex. It makes me so hard. I love the ache it leaves in my cock and my mind. Both are enjoying the hell out of it.

    "Fuck my face! Fuck my ass! Fuck me now!"

    How do you like that dialog? Sound real and convincing?


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    Tantiboh -- "Fuck my face! Fuck my ass! Fuck me now!"

    Abi looks at the coach, a mischievous glint in his eye. “That didn’t sound very convincing, did it?”

    You hear the coach's smile in his voice as he says, “I thought it was kind of forced.” His next words rumble in your ear. “Abi, why don’t you make sure that’s what he really wants?”

    Abi grips your chin, pulling your mouth open. He inserts his cockhead into your mouth; he pushes it against the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in, but he doesn’t relent. His hand finds the back of your head and he presses harder, his balls flattening against your cheek. “Oh, yeah,” he sighs as he pulls back, letting you breath. He grips your head and fucks your mouth slowly; your hand finds his balls. You stretch the skin of his scrotum. You sense the coach watching from three inches away. You want to show off, show this bear of a man how great of a cocksucker you are, that you know a thing or two about this as well. Your free hand finds the base of Abi’s shaft and you delve in, pouring all the pleasure you can into the younger man’s body. He moans in approval.

    The coach’s left hand has found its way between your legs to your anus; somehow, he’s slathered it with his saliva and pressed his middle and ring fingers into you. That delicious stretching burns into your gut as he buries them to the second knuckles. His hand grips you, squeezing the front of your anus and your perineum like an orange, just hard enough that it hurts so good; he tugs as if he’s reeling you in on a fleshhook; his other hand cups your balls and his thumb and forefinger form a powerful ring around the base of your shaft, squeezing with all its considerable strength as your cockhead turns purple. Your body flexes involuntarily at this delightful new abuse; your anus twitches as that thick cockhead presses against it, teasing the rim.

    You’re ready to crawl out of your skull. This gorgeous cock in your mouth. That thick cock ready to plunge into you, stretch you. All you fucking want is a cock in your ass. You try to slide down, try to impale yourself on the coach’s cock. You’ve almost got him in you when he realizes what you’re doing and stops you with his fleshhook, pulling you back to where he wants you with a gloriously painful squeeze, holding you in place. You growl in frustration and attack Abi’s cock with renewed vigor, venting, taking out your desire on him. “Oh, fuck,” he breaths, lifting his arms, clasping his hands behind his head, his body flexing with the form of a sculptor’s masterpiece as his pelvis thrusts against your face.

    The coach strokes your cock intently; you feel that heat in your gut begin to rise. He looks at Abi. “Choke him, just a little.” Abi’s hand finds your throat and squeezes, just enough to make breathing noticeably more difficult, just enough to assert his control and invoke that little twinge of panic in your mind as he fucks your face harder. Your hand instinctively finds his wrist, but you don’t pull it away.

    They own you; you are their bitch, and they make sure you know it. The coach has virtually melded with your body. He watches your face, hears your breath, feels your every muscle flex against his chest and arms, senses your anal contractions around his fingers and against the head of his cock. He devotes his entire attention to you, and it’s as if his hand is yours. He brings you to the edge of orgasm, feels your cockhead swell, feels your body tense, then stops. Stroke now. Wait. Three strokes. Wait. Squeeze the base. Stroke for ten seconds. Wait. Stretch the skin. Two strokes. Each time, bringing you so close, feeding fuel to that crackling fire in your groin as your back arches and your pelvis flexes. Your cock aches. He’s edging you as well as you have ever edged yourself.

    Abi chokes and gags you. The coach’s two fingers impale you. You want to cum; you NEED to cum, but he won’t let you, his experienced hand holding you suspended at the edge of the precipice. The world swims around you; you do believe that you are about to go mad.

    The coach’s hand delivers one stroke too many. Your body twitches; your cock swells. You don’t orgasm, but it’s a damn close call. The muscles in your groin contract, once, and you grunt as a single spurt of milky semen squirts onto your belly. The coach’s fingers ring the base of your cock again, squeezing, letting the fire die back down, pulling you back from the cliff. The fingers of his other hand slip from your anus and scrape up the fluid; he brings that hand to your face and pinches your nose, closing off your air. Your lips tear from Abi's cock in a panicked gasp and the coach pushes those fingers into your mouth, invading it with the flavor of your semen and the aroma of your funk. His hand grips your jaw, holding your face, gently pulling your mouth open as you moan and gasp for air.

    The coach’s voice; it seems distant against the din of your body’s racked delight. You try to focus on his words. “Do you want thick cock,” he rumbles as his cockhead presses harder against you. “Or young cock?” He pauses as you hear him smile. “Or both?” He pulls his fingers from your mouth, deigning to let you answer, smearing your saliva over your nipple.

    What is your response?

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    OMG, I can see why you both said this was torture. I was so close and then, poof you ended this installment. Damn you!

    I think I know what HR's response was. I don't want to ruin it for other readers, but I want to see if I am right. I think he said both. I know I would have.

    Can't wait to find out if I am right or not.

    Thanks again guys. You both are very talented writers and know how to "torture" your readers. Keep it up.

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    I find myself following you Pied Pipers of Gay Porn down whatever Yellow Brick Road you take me.

    I caught up in ITIK, clicked on HR's link to here, started to scan the other link to Trevor's Year, but noticed it was a little too long to justify as a quick "Background read" before launching into this thread.

    I'm glad I dove right in -- so's my cum covered cock! I blew as he was licking the Rose bud.

    I'm not sure I'm up for strangulation. I've heard it's a turn on, but my Impossible Dreams don't necessarily include that particular one.

    But, it's you guys' stories to get each other to cum -- I understand it seems to be a "fine tradition" for you porn authors to try and get each other off behind the scenes!

    I suspect it's a "testosterone" thing -- and there's plenty of THAT flying around here!

    Keep UP the good work. I'll have to check out Trevor while I wait for some other authors to get back from well deserved breaks.

    p.s. Where's the convention?

    And Kevin, did I read correctly, Tantiboh is in St. Louis, you're in Jefferson City -- sounds like a road trip to me -- not that I want to share you, but since I'm even further away. . . Maybe you can "proxy" for HR and the Twins?

    What do you say, Tantiboh -- do you like 'em nice and furry -- take a look at those hungryeyes! How can you resist those "puppy dog" eyes. Everyone loves a nice, cuddly puppy.

    Need to see more, I think I know where you might be able to "sneak a peak at a bit more of the package." He's a bit more mature than you -- Are you ready for some "football"?!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Thanks for the comments, Don. We did have a lot of fun writing this. It's good to see that you're enjoying it.

    I hope to see you on "Trevor's Year!" In the meantime, more on Monday.

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    I re-read tantiboh's true story about the two 4 ways which totally caved in my ballz. I saw a redirect to this. I'm going to find a bath towel now. Or two.

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    Wow from reading this I guess I'm pretty hot!

    what's fun is imagining me kissing my nipples or me rimming me haha

    And hardreader great job on your story too, plus its not quite as embarassing when i read it, though I don't laugh as much either

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    I'm glad you are all enjoying Tantiboh's and my little mind-fuck stories.

    I have to say I wasn't quite sure what my favorite wrestler might think when he read all of this. But, of course, abiwrestler already knew I'd cum more than once fantasizing about him. I'd told him that myself.

    So now he's read the fantasy Tantiboh created for me. And, I have to say, with Tantiboh's help and my mental images of abiwrestler, it's sure been easy for me to get my cum churning and spurting with every new installment. I wish it got abiwrestler as fucking hot and horny as it gets me.

    Anyone who wants to get as turned on by it as I do, feel free. I suspect abiwrestler would be quite pleased. Right, abi?
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    Abi, I realized as I was reading both of the threads that I have a thing for guys in a singlet. The one I tried to get to know better in my youth was a former HS wrestler who wore his singlet loosely around the house - straps down, no jock or underwear, so his package was comfortably on view. Broad stroke details: he'd had an afternoon delight on his birthday with his Fuck GF, then got piss-faced drunk so he couldn't perform for his "real" GF, wound up staying at my place -- my brother was home so he had to share my double bed. I was hot and horny from my GF telling me no too many times; I'm a snuggler, his crack was warm, soft, and inviting. I wound up delighting in rimming him for quite awhile - I was up to three fingers massaging and stretching him while my tongue worked its magic as he was passed out. When I went to consummate our relationship, he woke up and decided he wasn't really interested. Killed a friendship. The other, was a weightlifter in his youth -- we were 38-40 at the time. I was in the middle of a mid-life crisis and he was all that I wanted to be. I finally broke down and confided where my mind had wandered re: he and his wife. That killed that relationship. I haven't done too well at finding willing partners, as you can see. I want a sensitive, intelligent, man, not someone who appears quintisentially gay.

    Well, now that I bared my soul to the world . . .

    Thanks for sharing your life. Maybe Tantiboh could poist your other exploits in the straight/bi section of JUB?!
    Just a thought.


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    Quote Originally Posted by kk-lonewolf-37 View Post
    OMG, I can see why you both said this was torture. I was so close and then, poof you ended this installment. Damn you!

    I think I know what HR's response was. I don't want to ruin it for other readers, but I want to see if I am right. I think he said both. I know I would have.

    Can't wait to find out if I am right or not.

    Thanks again guys. You both are very talented writers and know how to "torture" your readers. Keep it up.

    Kevin
    Oops, missed yours Kevin. Thanks for the comments!

    Projection is a dangerous thing, my friend. But it does sometimes get us off.

    Another bit of torture coming up!

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    I re-read tantiboh's true story about the two 4 ways which totally caved in my ballz. I saw a redirect to this. I'm going to find a bath towel now. Or two.
    Thanks, sheep. Keep the towel handy.

    Please, feel free to join in with HR and my main threads. Links are at the beginning of this thread.

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    H.R. -- I read this first thing this morning and was edging almost from the first word. I'm sure it added to my cum when I read your latest chapter.

    BTW, is Abi reading this? I kind of hope so, but I don't really understand the relationships between you and him and your bf. So I leave it all up to you.

    I talked to Billy over the weekend and told him to read your story. He said he'd try. I think it would be good for him.

    Now in answer to your question:

    "I'm here for the boy. I want his young, hard cock deep in my ass. Pounding the fuck out of me till his cum runs down my thighs. Then the two of you can do whatever you want with me."


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    H.R. -- It was finally happening. Twins sucking at his mouth and his nuts. Their hands roaming all over his body and their little moans coming to him in surround sound.

    Tantiboh tried to maneuver himself so he was more comfortable. Pat had his neck bent too far back kissing him and he wanted to scoot down into the sofa to give Paul better access to his nuts.

    Tantiboh's skin was crawling with sensations and he wanted to slip completely into them. To let the sensations envelop him. Devour him. Drive him crazy.

    He wanted no distractions. Only hands. And mouths. And cocks and skin. All moving with, over and against each other.

    "Not enjoying this?" Pat asked as he broke his kiss. He left his mouth slightly open with his last word. Tantiboh was looking up into his slack mouth. He could see little bubbles of saliva on Pat's tongue. See the moisture of their kiss on Pat's lips. He wanted to fuck that mouth. To slide his hard cock between those wet lips and feel Pat's cheeks suctioning against his shaft as he forced it deeper and deeper down his throat.

    Pat was watching Tantiboh's face closely. Pat got a dreamy look on his face. Or maybe it was just lust. "You want to fuck my face, don't you?" Pat said, again leaving his mouth invitingly open just a little.

    "Uh huh," Tantiboh said and let out a deep breath. Not quite a sigh. Tension flowing out of him. Anxiety flowing in.

    Shit, now Paul was licking his cockhead. Not sucking. Just licking. Right where the shaft meets the head. Right where the tangle of nerve endings is most intense.

    "Just, 'Uh huh?'" Pat mimicked Tantiboh's response. Then looking down at Paul, he added "I guess he doesn't want to fuck my mouth so bad after all. Maybe you should do it instead."

    "No, I want it. I wanna fuck your mouth. I wanna fuck both your mouths," Tantiboh said, sitting up. Trying to assert himself. Trying not to distract Paul from his cock. It was a bit of a balancing act. But when you want something so bad . . . When you've wanted it for so long . . .

    "Please," Tantiboh finally added. Looking from one twin to the other.

    Both were hard now. Nice cocks. Almost perfect in shape and proportion to their tight bodies. Not big. But firm and hard.

    "Why don't you come around here with Paul," Tantiboh said to Pat.

    As Pat came around to the front of the sofa, Tantiboh said to both of them. "Who wants this first?" Tantiboh's cock was average size, but when he grabbed it tightly at the base of the shaft, it swelled. The head got hard. Harder.

    He squeezed it harder and swayed it back and forth. And harder. "Who's face should I fuck first?"

    Tantiboh didn't really care. They both looked the same to him. He just wanted to get started. He had dreamed of this so many times. Two mouths. Two assholes. Four hands. Two mouths. Fuck!

    "Why don't both of you kneel side by side and I'll take turns fucking your mouths. I want to see if I can tell the difference," Tantiboh said, trying to call the shots. Trying to make his fantasies come true.

    "I don't think so," Pat said. "I think you can fuck Paul's mouth first. He really likes cock down his throat and he's a great cock sucker. We've got plenty of time."

    Paul knelt in front of Tantiboh. The backs of Tantiboh's legs against the sofa.

    "I don't like this. It's too tight here. Not enough room," Pat said. "Get in the middle over there." He gestured to the open area in front of the doorway.

    Paul got up, moved to the area Pat had selected and knelt down. His back to the door. Pat grabbed Tantiboh's arm, just below the elbow and led him over to where he could stand facing Paul. Paul's mouth was almost perfectly aligned with Tantiboh's jutting cock.

    "Should I fuck him now?" Tantiboh asked. There had been something in the firm way Pat had taken him by the arm that made it clear that Pat, not Tantiboh, was gonna call the shots. Maybe he was gonna fuck both their mouths, but . . . Maybe not.

    "Sure," Pat said. "Enjoy it." I remember the first time I felt his warm, slippery lips wrap around my cock . . ."

    As Pat described in vivid detail the first time that Paul had sucked his cock, Tantiboh pushed his cock down a little. Straining it. Closer to Paul's warm, waiting mouth. As he forced his cock still lower, Tantiboh felt that pain again that was pure pleasure. He looked at his own cock. He loved his cock and the pleasure it always gave him.

    He put the sticky tip of his cock against Paul's lips. Surprised by how much pre-cum he had loosed. Not like him. But this . . . This wasn't a normal night.

    "I gently pushed forward and my head, slick with his saliva from a good tongue bath, slid halfway in," Pat said, still describing how Paul had sucked him off. His words were like a script for Paul and Tantiboh to follow. And Tantiboh continued, just as Paul described that earlier encounter.

    "I left it there and felt the tip of Paul's tongue lick and probe at my cockslit. Paul was a master at pleasing cock from that first time. When he smiled up at me with my cockhead between his lips, I knew . . ."

    Pat was whispering these words into Tantiboh's ear. His stubble of beard against Tantiboh's cheek. His breath warm and sexy in his ear. On his neck.

    Pat's hands were gently on Tantiboh's hips. Holding him close. His hard cock working its way between Tantiboh's ass cheeks.

    As Pat continued his story, Tantiboh tried to gently help Pat work his hard, hot cock deeper between his ass cheeks. Closer to that waiting bud. Tantiboh's asshole twitched. Pat was starting to make little thrusts.

    "I couldn't resist the pleasure. I pushed my cock deeper into Paul's mouth. Feeling the warmth of a boy's mouth for the first time. I was so hard, I remember, I thought I would cum right then. The silky feel of his lips on my cock. So much better than my hand. Or his hand."

    Tantiboh felt the hard head of Pat's cock pressing against his asshole. Asking, no, demanding to be let in. Tantiboh pushed back and relaxed his asshole. He felt Pat start to enter him. A little pain. But so much pleasure ahead.

    Paul's mouth, as though it were hungry to suck Pat's cock right through Tantiboh's, began to suck Tantiboh's cock in deeper. Harder. But so sensual. The warmth of his mouth surrounding Tantiboh's throbbing cock. Tantiboh now knew first-hand that Paul the voracious cocksucker Pat was describing.

    "He was so expert so young. We were just kids really. Maybe 14. Didn't know what we were doing. But if felt so good to be inside. Inside my brother. So welcome. Such yearning. I think you feel it too."

    And with that, Tantiboh pushed back. Pat eased forward. Tantiboh's ass opened. Pat's cock slid in. Stretching. Filing. Searing.

    Tantiboh felt complete at last. Twins. One fucking him. One sucking him.

    "I think you can imagine how happy that first time made me. I felt complete," Pat breathed into his ear as he started to work his cock gently in and out of Tantiboh's ass. Steadily deeper. So expert. Filling Tantiboh's aching hole.

    Complete, Tantiboh thought. Complete!

    Paul, sucking and stroking and licking his aching cock.

    Pat, licking Tantiboh's ear.

    Paul, playing with his nuts as he sucked.

    Pat, thrusting his hard cock deep into Tantiboh.

    Tantiboh moaned. If only this could last forever. He ran his hands through Paul's blond shaggy hair and turned his head to kiss Pat's mouth. Deep and passionately.

    Tantiboh could feel Paul's hand probing at his asshole. His fingers moving, touching his own brother's cock as it slid in and out of Tantiboh's ass.

    He wished he could see it, but, for now, he was in heaven. He only hoped that no one came home to interrupt. Not now. Not ever.

    Pat picked up his pace. Paul sucked harder on his cock. Deeper. Swallowing all of it.

    For a moment, just a short moment, the twins stopped. Pat buried to the hilt in his ass. Paul's lips pressing into his pubes.

    A surge of pure lust ran through Tantiboh. Through every fiber. Every sensor. The images and voices that had played in his head for years were rioting. It was a fucking orgy in his head. He knew he wouldn't last forever. But he could hope.

    He could feel.

    This was real.

    Not in his head.

    This was real.

    As always, I'd love to hear what you think of the twins and their play. Are you enjoying? Keeping you up at night? I'd love to drive you crazy with lust and longing and need. Toying with you is such fun.


    -----

    Tantiboh -- I love the thought of them getting each other off. It's almost narcissistic, and the taboo of it... Hard to contain myself. A washcloth helps.

    Toy with me all you dare. Just remember: the superintendent could knock on that door at any time. On the other hand... so could the rest of the wrestlers...

    -----

    H.R. -- The twins are truly narcissistic. Of course they are!

    And I'm glad you're having trouble containing yourself. Did you have a spill? I told you I did. I have the pix to prove it. Check my profile on XTube. Then my pix in "A Little Cum". That's all your doing!

    I plan to toy with you and I'm ready for whatever knocks. I hope.


    -----

    H.R. -- Here's a little more of my story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it for you.

    Pat was still buried deep in Tantiboh’s ass. Paul was still sucking on his cock and toying with his brother's nuts and Tantiboh's asshole.

    Tantiboh tightened his ass muscles, squeezing Pat's cock as hard as he could. He heard Pat moan and knew Pat liked it. Tantiboh felt he had power over Pat when he squeezed his cock that way. Power through pleasure.

    Pat tried to push in deeper, but it didn't seem he had much more to give, so he ground his groin hard against Tantiboh’s ass. His hard, hot cock repeatedly rubbing, poking bumping against Tantiboh's sensitive prostate.

    Paul sucked him, his fingers still toying at the union of his brother’s cock and Tantiboh’s stretched ass.

    Tantiboh was where he had always dreamed of being. In the middle.

    The buzz had started somewhere near Tantiboh’s nuts. He knew that earliest sign. He was about to reach that point where he couldn't turn back, that point that once reached meant climax was near.

    He was ready to give himself over to the twins. To let them bring him to climax. Fuck him. Suck him. Drain him completely till he melted between Pat’s hard cock and Paul’s hot mouth.

    Without warning, Paul pulled off his cock. Shattering the dream image Tantiboh had so badly wanted. Needed.

    Tantiboh stared into Paul's eyes, wondering why he had stopped. He saw his smiling face with its puffy lips. All that sucking had made them swell. Tantiboh liked the look of saliva smeared across Paul's mouth. He liked his cock in Paul’s mouth even better.

    "I was almost ready to cum," Tantiboh said, a trace of disappointment in his voice.

    "That's why I stopped," Paul said. He rose to his feet and stood face to face with Tantiboh. His cock, fully hard and a little leaky, was just inches from Tantiboh's own aching cock.

    Tantiboh looked down at the two cocks nearly touching head to head. His and Paul's. Both arching up. So hard. Both leaking pre-jizz. Both straining. Twitching. Eager for action. He suddenly felt the cool air from the A/C on his saliva-slicked cock. That cool air moved him back another safety step from cumming, at least for now.

    Paul reached out and started to gently run his hands over Tantiboh's chest. So softly with his finger tips. Almost like tickling him, but so much better.

    Tantiboh's mind was melting back into images and fantasies he’d nurtured. Odd how these fantasies served to fuel the reality all around him. Together they were so much more erotic than either was on its own.

    Paul’s gentle, soothing strokes mixed with a light pinching of his nipples.

    Then Pat pushed into his ass again and started to build his thrusting rhythm. Firm. Hard. Deep. Rough. He was fucking him with force and he could feel Pat’s cock get harder and hotter with every thrust. Could feel his ass being stretched as Pat moved his thrusts from side to side. Up and down. Plowing deep.

    Tantiboh let out a yelp in pain from one powerful, hard, deep thrust. A moment later he moaned in pleasure. Another deep, hard thrust. The pain returned.

    "Fuck," Pat said, abruptly pulling his cock free of Tantiboh's ass. His exit was so fast Tantiboh thought he felt his sphincter muscles snap shut.

    Tantiboh partially turned to look at Pat. And at his hard cock, with streaks of slime and smears of his own dark brown shit on it.

    “I need more lube. This is too dry," Pat said. “I'll fuck my cock raw doing it this way."

    "I've got some lube next to the computer," Tantiboh offered, his asshole longing to have Pat's cock back inside. Missing the heat. The pleasure. And the pain.

    He squeezed his sphincter. A sense of longing, longing to be fucked hard, ran through his body. To every limb. To every sector of his brain. Just keep fucking me, he thought. He started to take a step toward the computer. And the lube.

    "Naw, we don't need that crap. Just lube it up with your mouth," Pat said. "That'll be good enough. I hate lubes."

    Tantiboh was standing there holding his erect cock at the base of his shaft. Gently waving it back and forth. Obviously seeking attention and Paul's mouth.

    Paul reached up and put a hand on each of Tantiboh's shoulders, turning him and pushing down until Tantiboh went down on his knees. Facing Pat. Facing Pat's cock.

    Pat was pushing the tip of his shit-smeared cock at Tantiboh's lips. Tantiboh could smell it. Smell the sex. Smell his own shit.

    "Let me wipe it . . . ," Tantiboh started to say.

    But as his mouth opened to speak, Pat thrust his cock in.

    Tantiboh gagged.

    Paul leaned down and said quietly in his ear, "When my brother says lube his cock, you do it. It's not like you haven't tasted your own shit before."

    Paul's voice was almost menacing in its tone. It sent a shiver through Tantiboh, but excitement, too. It turned him on. The threats. The power. The twins.

    He started to run his lips over Pat's beautifully formed cock, his hands on Pat's slim hips. He could feel Pat's strength as he let his hands roam from Pat's hips up to his abs and back at last to cup his firm ass.

    His mouth was suddenly flooded with saliva. His mouth liked this. His brain was pleasured. He thought that mixed with his saliva and his shit, he could taste a little hint of sweet pre-cum. Maybe. Maybe not. But the thought of Pat's cock leaking into his mouth fueled his mental images for the moment.

    Tantiboh reached for his own cock. He wanted to suck Pat off. And as the twin came in his mouth, he needed to cum too.

    But Paul grabbed his arm and again whispered in his ear. “This isn’t about you. It’s about us . . . for now. Isn’t having my brother fuck your brains out enough for you?

    I hope this isn’t too badly edited. Time is a little tight just now, so please forgive any gaffs.

    I also hope all is well with you, your boyfriend and Abi. I am certainly looking forward to your next chapter. I should be posting mine soon.

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    Hey HR,

    Great sex buildup. (While I have rimmed someone, I'm not sure I'm quite ready to lick shit - even my own, but again, it's your fetish/eroticism, I'm just a bystander enjoying the imagery.) Keep up the great work. I can hardly wait for Tantiboh's turn to turn you on -- Abi's more my type, too.


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    Guys,

    Holy shit that was hot. I give it 5 cocks. I thinkn JUB needs to change the stars for rating to cocks. lol

    Can't wait to read the next installment from Tantinboh.

    Thanks again,

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    Guys,

    Holy shit that was hot. I give it 5 cocks. I thinkn JUB needs to change the stars for rating to cocks. lol

    Can't wait to read the next installment from Tantinboh.

    Thanks again,

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    Thanks, Kevin. Coming right up!

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    Tantiboh -- Take your time... just not too much.

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    Tantiboh -- So, I've procrastinated writing the next part of "Eye Candy." The story branches in two directions:

    a) A very alluring and, in literary terms, satisfying conclusion. In this version, we keep true to form with a story that is actually believable in real life and maintains fidelity with Trevor's character.

    b) An utterly implausible, insanely impossible, yet rather tempting deep dive into pure fantasy. In this version, it's pure gutter sex, and only feasible in real life if there were a script, a budget, and an editing room.

    Which is your preference?

    -----

    H.R. -- Of course, I want both, but I won't be greedy. I think I'll take what's behind Door A, please. Someday I'd like at least a synopsis of what was behind Door B.

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    Tantiboh -- "I'm here for the boy. I want his young, hard cock deep in my ass. Pounding the fuck out of me till his cum runs down my thighs. Then the two of you can do whatever you want with me."

    The coach looks up at Abi. “You heard him.” Abi grins like a boy as he steps to the end of the bed. The coach’s body heaves underneath you as he slides down, legs hanging over the edge, giving the wrestler easy access to your body. Abi straddles the coach’s legs and pushes yours up, his hands pressing into the flesh of your thighs. He dribbles a huge glob of saliva and you watch as it falls from his mouth to your scrotum in a long string that dangles from his still grinning bottom lip. So cute.

    You feel his fingers smear the spit over your twitching asshole. “You want my dick in your ass?” he asks as he bends his cock down and rubs the head up and down your crack.

    “Yes.” You moan as he wedges his cock into you and presses. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel every inch slide in with that delicious stretching pressure and pain. The coach’s hands roam over your body, molesting you in that masculine way only a powerful body can as they hold you in place.

    Abi doesn’t let you get used to him. He pulls back out; your body spasms and you grunt. He wedges his cock back in, just barely penetrating, using his cock head to tease your anus with short strokes, building tension until suddenly plunging deep in to the hilt.

    “Oh, shit,” you groan as your body agonizes in delight. He does it again; he teases the rim then rams in, then again, and then he establishes a smooth rhythm. You can finally open your eyes; his beautiful body flexes and tightens with each stroke, his youthful features intently concentrated on his task, his eyes glazed over with that look of pleasure.

    Your hand finds its way to your diamond-hard cock. The coach slaps it away. “No,” he rumbles. He grips it himself and strokes. “Abi, lean over. Lower him down.” Abi responds; his body looms over yours as his hands rest on your chest, pressing the breath from your lungs. You feel the coach’s cockhead against your asshole again. He doesn’t penetrate; he wedges it there, pressing hard enough to hold it in place and let you feel it. Abi resumes fucking. You realize that the coach is using the boy’s cock to masturbate, letting the shaft slide against the bottom of his cockhead. You feel his hips begin to slowly thrust, pressing that thick dick against you.

    Once again, he’s plugged into your body and his hand becomes yours as he strokes your cock. Once again, you approach the abyss only to be held just at the edge, your cockhead swollen and screaming at you for sweet release as the wrestler’s hard young cock slams into your asshole. The coach’s masterful hand tortures you and you moan louder.

    Is it the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt? Not yet. But never in your life have you been held in such prolonged writhing quasi-orgasmic pleasure. One minute passes with that pleasure flowing over you like tides of the ocean; two minutes. You feel Abi’s right hand leave your chest and grip your throat; he restricts your breathing as his eyes pin yours like a predator stalking its prey. Three minutes. Sensation envelops you; you lose track of the world around you, your entire attention taken by the carefully regulated burning in your groin and ass accentuated by the mild lack of oxygen and by the sight of young muscle contracting rhythmically between your knees and those eyes, young and full of life and lust. Four minutes. Four hours? Four centuries? In this state of being you can’t keep track, and you don’t care. A cloud reddened by the sunrise, you float above and find that you aren’t sure anymore if you really exist.

    The grunt at your ear yanks you back toward reality as Abi’s hand moves back to your chest. Damp heat, you realize, dripping from your asshole. The coach has ejaculated into the nexus between the wrestler’s cock and your body. The fresh, fine lubricant turns Abi on and he stands back up. Reaching down, he scrapes what he can from what has dribbled and smears it over his shaft. He fucks you like a young man should, hard and fast, wrecking through you like a bull in a china shop. You can feel his youth flowing into you, invigorating. He reaches forward and his fingers find your tongue, feeding you the powerful musk of the coach’s semen as his sweating, sculpted body pounds into you.

    The coach’s fingers had formed a powerful cockring as he came; it seemed he had poured all his pleasure into that hand and your cock is swollen and purple. His hand resumes stroking it authoritatively. You’ve fully morphed now from cloud to creature and you accept the wrestler’s animal fucking; you grunt in response to his growls; his cock plunges into you in a blur. Once again, you feel the coach’s hand between your legs, his fingers sliding into you, adding his fleshhook, stretching you open. He presses his thumb against your chode until your aching prostate feels the bruising pressure. That tender node of flesh weeps as it endures the pounding from both sides and you watch Abi’s lips part wider as he moans and throws his head back and you hear a distant scream from your own lips and the coach’s hand flies over your hypersensitive cock head and Abi explodes and you explode and your semen lances in rope after thick rope onto your chest and Abi’s cock sloshes inside your asshole as his semen leaks out the sides and finally the blinding light peaks and your mind is aware of nothing but the pleasure, the pleasure as the shred of rationality left to you reasons that pleasure is not the correct description but that you don’t know one.

    And it’s over. Your chest heaves. Your mind swims. The coach’s cum-filthy fingers slide into your mouth, one hand then the other, your mouth instinctively gobbling at the aromatic mess. The wrestler steps around and bends over; he slurps up your cum like a Hoover from your heaving body and then slowly dribbles the stringy mess into your mouth as your eyes meet again. Those eyes.

    Stooping, Abi picks his singlet up from the floor. He wipes his cummy cock with it. He wipes your cummy ass with it. He wipes your cummy body with it. The coach sits you up and stands; he quickly slides into his shorts and his shirt mumbling something about a staff meeting. He leaves the office; as Abi moves to follow him, the younger man turns and tosses you the singlet. “Keep it,” he says, flashing that mischievous smile. “I have another.” Nude, he walks from the office and closes the door behind him.

    You sit naked and cummy on the bed, your body punished and spent. You realize with a smile that the little bastard never even kissed you.

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    Tantiboh -- If you had chosen Door B, the coach would have hauled you to the showers. Thirty college wrestlers would have followed, lining up to fuck you. Of course, they would never have been able to wait, and a gloriously filthy orgy would have ensued. College boys would have been held on the floor while half a dozen others had their way with them, and they would have been begging for more. You would have been double-fucked, spit-roasted, and forced to feltch load after load. Fuck trains of ten or more wrestlers would have writhed on the tile. Everybody would be hungry for cum, fighting to see who could eat more. I was toying with the idea of a final gangbang of Abi until he's drunk from sex, with your load finally being the last to join that sloshy, cummy mess oozing from him.

    But I'll just leave Door B up to your imagination.

    -----

    H.R. -- The next part of "A Knock" will be cumming your way soon. I have been overwhelmed of late with stuff to do.

    I loved "Eye Candy." Abi can fuck me anytime! And you can tell me all about it.


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    Tantiboh -- That's really cruel. Give me the right subject line. And that's it. Tease.

    You know what's fun is to take all this foreskin and rub it all over my cockhead while I'm still soft. Feels great, gives a quick little thrill, and it's a good way to get primed up for something exciting. That's what I was doing when I clicked on that subject line. And now I feel like a car with a dead battery. A limp dead battery.

    -----

    H.R. -- Sorry for the tease. . . . Well, no, I'm not. But I loved your response. No more waiting. Here it goes:

    As Pat's cum started to flow into Tantiboh's waiting mouth and as Paul's menacing warning echoed in Tantiboh’s ear, Pat pulled his cock from Tantiboh's mouth. Cum was still flowing from it. Not in spurts. But flowing in surges. Warm, thick cum flowing onto his cockhead and dripping onto the floor.

    Tantiboh licked his lips and swallowed involuntarily. The sight of Pat’s cock, the head covered in fresh flowing cum, was fascinating. Intriguing. Inviting. He wanted it back in his mouth.

    Pat slapped Tantiboh's face with his cock, wiping a wad of grayish cum across his cheek. Tantiboh could feel the heat of the slap. The sticky smear of cum.

    Then Pat grabbed Tantiboh by the arm. Jerked him to his feet. Spun him around. Pushed his shoulders down. All in one fluid movement. A wrestler's body in action.

    With Tantiboh bent over in front of him, Tantiboh’s ass was exposed to Pat's desires. Pat took hold of Tantiboh’s hips and plunged his cock back into his asshole. Buried his cock deep with one hard shove. Forced Tantiboh’s sphincter open mercilessly.

    Tantiboh gasped at the first penetration. Not so much from the pain as from the surprise. Then the realization hit him full force; his asshole was being pummeled by one of the twins. Fucking god, his dream was come true.

    Tantiboh’s asshole told his brain that what he thought would be pain was . . .

    Oh! Pat’s cock was pushing against the perfect spot. He wanted Pat to hit it again. Such an intense feeling. It was like turning his ignition. He sparked to life. Fuck yes! It was . . . Oh, the pleasure. The surge of lust it sent through him.

    Pat pulled back and fucked him again and again. He was relentless. The final cum from Pat’s orgasm, the orgasm that had started in Tantiboh's mouth, more than lubed the way for Pat’s hard cock. His cockhead slid effortlessly in and out of Tantiboh’s hungry ass.

    Tantiboh squeezed his asshole tight around Pat's cock. Pat moaned and then began thrusting even more. First shifting from side to side and then up and down.

    His strokes no longer hit Tantiboh's prostate, but Tantiboh’s ass was getting a stretching it would remember for days. And the power of each thrust filled Tantiboh with a sexual power. His aching cock, hard and throbbing for attention, was ample proof of how Pat was turning him on.

    Tantiboh knew Pat had already cum. But he also knew he wasn't going soft. His cock was still hard. Almost as hard as it had been just before he started cumming in Tantiboh’s mouth. Tantiboh reached back and took his ass cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart. Exposing himself to the max to Pat’s onslaught. Surrendering his asshole to this forceful assault.

    Pat's chin, sporting almost a day's growth of stubble, was pressed into Tantiboh's shoulder. Pat's arms wrapped tight around Tantiboh's chest. His hips pumping wildly deep into Tantiboh's hungry asshole. Their bodies pressed together from head to toe. Melding. Fucking. Moving as one.

    Tantiboh loved getting fucked. He loved getting fucked by a twin even more. Only his cock needed attention, but that could wait. Would wait. Until the twins decided the time was right. He would have to leave himself in their hands, he thought.

    Pat growled over Tantiboh's shoulder, "Lick my balls. Suck on 'em." Pat’s voice shook Tantiboh from his thoughts and fantasies.

    Tantiboh was momentarily confused and disappointed by Pat’s orders. He didn't want this fucking to end until Pat had cum again. Until he had cum, too. He could envision his cock spewing its load, more cum than he'd ever experienced, all over Paul's face and chest as Pat continued to fuck his ass.

    He didn't want to suck Pat's balls. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to cum.

    But in an instant, it was clear Pat wasn't giving the order to him, but to Pat’s other self, his twin.

    In response to Pat’s orders, Paul quickly moved under the two of them. Between their legs. His head turned up. He must be sucking on Pat's balls, Tantiboh thought. Paul’s chin was bumping against Tantiboh’s balls as he lapped and sucked.

    Oh, let me die like this, Tantiboh thought.

    And then he felt Pat begin to tense. Sensed Pat's breathing becoming ragged. Heard as Pat ordered his brother, “Rim my ass.”

    Tantiboh didn't know exactly what Paul was doing, but he could picture Paul’s tongue buried in Pat's ass. Pat's cock buried in his ass. The three of them entwined in a sexual chain of body parts.

    Pat was beginning to spasm. The fucker was cumming again. Tantiboh felt the hot, almost burning sensation as Pat unloaded his second load in Tantiboh's ass. It burned. It pleasured. It filled his mind with lust and want and satisfaction all at the same time. Pleasure, pain and need combined.

    Pat pushed deep into Tantiboh. Squeezed his chest harder. Sucked on his ear. And moaned. More cum flowed from his cock. Tantiboh felt it jerk as Pat came.

    Tantiboh could feel Pat's cum begin to dribble from his ass as Pat made short thrusting moves in and out. Cum was running faster down Tantiboh's leg. Warm, sticky goo.

    Tantiboh jerked as he felt something unexpected moving against his leg. Confused at first, he soon realized it was Paul's hand, scooping up the leaking cum.

    Was he going to eat it? Tantiboh wondered. He hoped so. He hoped he got to taste it, too. To share it mouth to mouth with each of the twins. Ohhh, he thought, what perfection that would be.

    But Paul was moving again. Getting to his feet behind Pat.

    "My turn," Paul said as much to Tantiboh as to Pat. And then to Pat, he added, "Move over!"

    Tantiboh thought, or at least hoped, he knew what was coming.

    Pat pulled his cock from Tantiboh's ass as quickly as he had shoved it in. The aching emptiness swept from Tantiboh's ass to his brain almost instantly, leaving a sense of loneliness. A void of . . .

    Before he could focus on that feeling, Paul had plunged his hard cock into Tantiboh's ass. Tantiboh had been so unprepared for it that it hurt. Really hurt! His sphincter, loose as it was from just being stretched by Pat, had been stretched again in a merciless and unexpected assault.

    But with the pain came pleasure. Always for Tantiboh, with pain came pleasure. Or was it the other way around? He didn’t care.

    "I won't be long," Paul said as he slowly eased his cock back out of Tantiboh's ass. Tantiboh could feel the head of Paul's cock as it edged out of his ass. Pulled free of his sphincter. Paul’s cockhead seemed harder, more pronounced than Pat's.

    I guess they aren't identical, Tantiboh thought, as Paul again plunged his cock deep into him. Then slowly out. And hard back in.

    Tantiboh was quickly into the rhythm of this fuck. Each twin with his own style. His own way of fucking. How close he had already become with this dream.

    Tantiboh’s asshole tensed and then relaxed to make the most of each thrust and withdrawal. How long could he take this without cumming? he wondered.

    "Your ass is a sloshy mess," Paul whispered in his ear as he completed a deep thrust and ground his hips tight against Tantiboh's ass. "You’re a cum-filled asshole. A sloppy cum whore. I love fucking you in my brother's cum. I love the squishy feel of your asshole after my brother has fucked you loose. We're so good together. Aren't we? So fucking good! He fucks you. I fuck you. He fucks you. I fuck you."

    "Yeah," Tantiboh breathed more than said. But even as he acknowledged that what Paul said was true, he knew Paul was already about to cum. True to his word. “I won’t be long.”

    "Oh fuck, Pat, I'm gonna cum," Paul called out.

    "Come on, cum. Fill his ass. Fuck his cum-filled ass hard. Show him what it's like to take both of us back to back. Fuck him. Fuck him now. Fuck him hard," Pat said.

    The talk between the twins was turning Tantiboh on in ways beyond being fucked by one and then the other. He was moving into a fantasy world in his head. His dreams of twins. Of these twins. Of other twins. Hot fucking twins. His mind filled with images as Paul’s throbbing cock filling his ass. His ears filled with the moans and mutterings of two twins in heat. His guts churned.

    His eyes closed tight. Tantiboh thrust his ass back hard into Paul, burying his cock. Tightening his ass muscles. Holding him tight inside. His dreams swirling. His mind reeling. His senses almost overwhelmed.

    Then he was pushed over the edge as Pat's warm tongue ran up the length of his aching, leaking cock. Lapped the pre-jizz from the slit on his cockhead and then sucked it into his mouth. He could feel his cock buried in Pat's throat. His ass filled with Paul's cock.

    A new sex chain had formed. Now he was in the middle. His nuts were pulled up tight. His own breathing becoming as ragged as Paul's.

    Tantiboh was ready to cum. He felt Paul making a series of quick jabs deep against his prostate. Then Paul unleashed a torrent of cum into his ass.

    Paul was cumming. Tantiboh came, too. Not in a gush. Not in a throbbing surge. But after all this fucking and sucking and dreaming of twins, with twins, he came in a release so gentle, so satisfying, so complete. His cum started to flow and was not going to stop.

    Tantiboh felt Pat's throat contract as the twin tried to swallow the first pulse of his cum. And then, Pat eased back. Tantiboh could feel his own cock, hard and cumming, trapped between Pat's tongue and the top of Pat’s mouth. Pat's tongue massaged the underside of Tantiboh's cockhead as Tantiboh continued to cum gently. Completely.

    Tantiboh never wanted to move. He never wanted it to end. He could feel Paul's cock softening in his ass. Shrinking. Easing out.

    Tantiboh could feel his own cock relaxing, even as Pat's mouth nursed the last drops of cum from it. Pat’s warm mouth such a gentle cradled for Tantiboh's penis. Such a perfect resting place.

    Tantiboh was coming down from the sexual release. He could feel the mingled cum of the twins running down his thighs. Could feel Pat's lips parting from his wet, sloppy cock.

    Tantiboh opened his eyes and looked down at Pat's face. It was smeared with Tantiboh's own cum. Tantiboh took his cock and started to rub it against Pat's slimy face.

    With his other hand, he reached back and grabbed one of Paul's ass cheeks, pulling him closer. Not wanting Paul's failing cock to free itself from his asshole.

    And then he heard a familiar click. He looked up from staring at Pat's face as the lock turned and the front door opened before him.

    "Oh," said a surprised looking Abi. "I hadn't . . . "

    He didn't finish, but turned back toward someone still unseen. "We better just go to my room. My roommate has company."

    I have a climax cumming that I hope you enjoy. But you'll have to be satisfied with being twice fucked for now.


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    Tantiboh -- A limp dead cum-covered battery.

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    Tantiboh & HardReader:
    Your skills at perversion are continually being honed, razor-sharp.
    Thank you for allowing us into your cum-covered psychosis.

    Tantiboh - Abi and the Coach bring a BIG smile to my face as I try to feel and see all that you are experiencing in this depraved drama.

    HR - The twins titillate the senses to orgasmic ecstacy.

    Keep up the good work!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Guys,

    This is so hot. I was hard and leaking all over the place while reading it. I think I will have to go back a reread it when I have the time to 'enjoy' it more. Find some "alone" time, if you know what I mean.

    I really wish HR had picked door b. I think I would have loved to read that! Maybe tantiboh wouldn't mind elaborating more???

    Thanks again for sharing. I love the way both of your minds work.

    Kevin

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    Wowee...
    ...Now that's what I call porn, lmfao. Thanks for sharing this with us. It's wicked sexy!

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    HR and Tantiboy, good luck wherever this thread takes you, sounds like you two have some great ideas going back and forth. Good luck and I look forward to the end results.

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    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    Tantiboh & HardReader:
    Your skills at perversion are continually being honed, razor-sharp.
    Thank you for allowing us into your cum-covered psychosis.

    Tantiboh - Abi and the Coach bring a BIG smile to my face as I try to feel and see all that you are experiencing in this depraved drama.

    HR - The twins titillate the senses to orgasmic ecstacy.

    Keep up the good work!
    Thanks, Don!

    Quote Originally Posted by kk-lonewolf-37 View Post
    Guys,

    This is so hot. I was hard and leaking all over the place while reading it. I think I will have to go back a reread it when I have the time to 'enjoy' it more. Find some "alone" time, if you know what I mean.

    I really wish HR had picked door b. I think I would have loved to read that! Maybe tantiboh wouldn't mind elaborating more???

    Thanks again for sharing. I love the way both of your minds work.

    Kevin
    Thanks, Kevin. I'm afraid door B is up to you to figure out.

    Quote Originally Posted by skittles View Post
    Wowee...
    ...Now that's what I call porn, lmfao. Thanks for sharing this with us. It's wicked sexy!
    Thank you, Skittles.

    Quote Originally Posted by giorgiobaby View Post
    HR and Tantiboy, good luck wherever this thread takes you, sounds like you two have some great ideas going back and forth. Good luck and I look forward to the end results.
    Thanks, Giorgio. Two installments left - both HR's.

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    H.R. -- I hope this gets those juices flowing again. I love cum-covered batteries. What a treat! I only wish I could be there to watch as you read this:

    Tantiboh just stared at Abi as Abi led some bimbo into his room and closed the door. Tantiboh thought he'd caught Abi giving a quick glance back over his shoulder, but he couldn't be sure.

    It wasn't like Abi hadn't seen Tantiboh having sex before. Tantiboh just hadn't really thought about the fact that Abi might walk in on them. Now that he had, he was kinda glad.

    Abi thought he was pretty much the young stud in the house, but it was Tantiboh who was king of palace tonight. He wished Abi had seen him in the middle of his twin sandwich. Taking cum from both of the twins. Blowing a load in Pat's mouth as he took Paul's cum in his already creamed ass.

    As he thought about it, he looked down at Pat's cum-smeared face and then licked a glob of his own cum from Pat's upper lip, where it had stuck on his stubble.

    Tantiboh savored the taste of his own cum for just a moment and then kissed Pat hard, thrusting his tongue into Pat's mouth. Sharing the taste of his own cum. Pat's warm mouth. His own plentiful saliva. They explored each other's mouths. Tongue to tongue.

    The movement, small as it had been as Tantiboh had bent to kiss Pat, was enough to dislodge Paul's deflating cock from Tantiboh's ripe asshole.

    Tantiboh could feel the cum -- both Paul's and Pat's -- dripping down onto his thighs and his nut sack. It felt gooey and messy and everything he could have dreamed of. Hoped for. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected anything like this when he had heard their knock on his door.

    Paul moved around and stood next to Tantiboh, one hand on Tantiboh's shoulder. To Tantiboh, Paul's hand felt warm against his flesh. Like a comrade's or teammate's.

    Tantiboh continued to kiss Pat, enjoying Pat's abrasive stubble on his chin. The depth with which Pat's tongue snaked into his mouth and even into his throat. The smell of his own cum on their mingled breaths.

    Paul applied a little pressure, signaling to Tantiboh that he should kneel. Tantiboh complied.

    As Tantiboh and Pat continued their kiss, Paul pressed his semi-hard cock, slimy with his and Pat's cum and the juices from Tantiboh ass, against their lips.

    Their lips parted and Pat and Tantiboh began to lap and suck at Paul's warm, thick cock. Savoring the buffet of flavors. From bleach to shit and everything in between. Tantiboh was in heaven.

    He reached out and took Pat's cock in his hand and began stroking it. Without hesitation, Pat returned the favor.

    As all three of them hardened in their tangle of cocks, mouths and hands. Paul let out a deep groan. It almost seemed as if it echoed in Abi's bedroom.

    But Tantiboh knew that was no echo. It was a noise Tantiboh had heard often enough when Abi brought home one of his friends.

    "Maybe we should take this into my room," Tantiboh suggested. No one said anything, as the three of them went into Tantiboh's bedroom, with its queen size bed.

    "Have you got another roommate?" Paul asked as Tantiboh closed the door.

    "Yeah, but he's out at the moment."

    "Will he be coming back?" Pat asked.

    "I doubt it."

    Pat looked at Paul and they smiled at each other. When they looked back at Tantiboh he could have sworn their smiles, their movements, even the way their chests moved as they breathed, were identical. They could have been reflections of one another.

    "Good," was all the twins said in unison. They climbed onto the bed, again moving like mirror images. Their naked bodies so tight, so tanned, so smooth. Perfect skin. Muscled, but not too beefy. Like well-built machines.

    Pat on one side. Paul on the other. They patted the bed between them, beckoning Tantiboh to join them.

    Tantiboh had gotten completely hard again just watching these two move onto his bed. And now their gorgeous bodies were stretched out before him. Cocks hard. Their cockheads, deep purple with sleekly rounded tips, crowned their elegant shafts just an inch or so above their navels. Their trimmed pubes so uniform and inviting. Traces of their previous activities still clinging to them.

    Tantiboh could hardly take his eyes off them, but finally complied and moved in so he could stretch out between them.

    "I see you're up for a little more action," Pat said a he reached down and took hold of his own hard cock right at the base of his shaft. He held it tight and pointed the cockhead straight at the ceiling.

    "How would you like to sit on this?" he asked Tantiboh.

    Tantiboh's heart raced. His stomach tightened into knots of excitement. His toes curled. His mouth went dry. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock.

    Paul reached over and touched Tantiboh's pre-cum with the tip of his index finger and then moved it to his waiting lips.

    "Mmmm!," Paul said as his tongue lapped the pre-jizz into his mouth. "I think we have our answer."

    To be continued . . .

    Sorry. When I started writing this, I thought I'd wrap it up today. But I'm running out of time. So, you see, there will have to be one more installment. Go ahead and cum now if you want. Either way, I'm sure you'll cum again!

    And as always, I'd love to know what you thought of my little tale.

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    Tantiboh -- The suspense... I wait with 'bated breath.

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    H.R. -- I must apologize for the way-too-long delay in getting this final bit written. It could still benefit from more editing, but I feared any further delay. So here it is at last and I hope you enjoy it.

    Tantiboh knew if he was ever gonna have the chance, this was it. Pat was on one side of him. He had his hard cock in his hand, inviting Tantiboh to get fucked again. Paul was on the other side of him, hard and primed and ready for more action.

    Fuck it, Tantiboh thought. I’m going for it!

    “Hey, guys, I kinda have a special fantasy that maybe you could help me fulfill, if you’re up for it,” Tantiboh said, turning his head from one side to the other, but too close to both the twins to see either of them well.

    “Sure,” Pat said. “Ask and maybe you shall receive.” Pat rose up on one elbow so he could see Paul over Tantiboh. Tantiboh could see Pat give Paul a big smile and a nod and then they both started to laugh.

    Tantiboh was a little put off by their laughter. But when it subsided and Pat lay back down, Tantiboh soldiered on. “Well, would both you guys be willing to fuck me at the same time. I’ve always wanted to be double-fucked by twins. And you’ve already loosened me up pretty well.”

    The twins started laughing again and then Pat said, “I told you he was one of those.” And they laughed some more.

    The laughing finally subsided, but Tantiboh was afraid to push it any further. He didn’t really know whether the little exchange and the laughter were a good thing or bad.

    There was an awkward silence until Tantiboh decided to back away from his dream fuck. “Well, then, maybe we could just . . .” he started hesitantly.

    “Sure we will,” Paul said. “It’s sort of our specialty. Have you ever done it before? I mean been double penetrated before. It doesn’t matter if it was twins or not. I just want to know if you realize what you’re getting into. Because it’s gonna stretch the fuck out of your ass and that can hurt. Bad. Real bad if you’re not ready for it.”

    “Yeah, I know. And I think I can handle it if you guys are careful,” Tantiboh said.

    “Well, your asshole is already lubed up and stretched out pretty fucking good,” Paul said.

    Paul was on his knees so fast it sort of startled Tantiboh. He grabbed Tantiboh’s leg that was closest to him and lifted it, pulling Tantiboh’s ass up to where Paul could see it. “Fuck, your ass is still a gaping, dripping hole from where we fucked you a few minutes ago.”

    Paul swung around so he was kneeling facing Tantiboh’s ass, looking down at Tantiboh’s exposed asshole. Paul then grabbed Tantiboh’s other leg and rocked him back onto his shoulders, a leg over each of Paul’s shoulders. Paul leaned down and started sucking at Tantiboh’s recently ravaged hole.

    Tantiboh knew he wasn’t as clean as he could be and that he’d been leaking the twins’ cum since . . . But he didn’t really care. He loved getting his ass sucked out.

    Paul finally took a break from feasting on Tantiboh’s hole and said to Pat, “Mmmmmm, that’s such a fine hole. I say we do it.”

    “I’m fine with it,” Pat said, still stroking his hard cock from time to time. “Why don’t you start by settling your fine ass on my pole?” Pat said to Tantiboh.

    It suddenly hit Tantiboh what was gonna happen. All this banter. This play. This toying with him. It was just their foreplay. Now they were gonna fuck him. Double-fuck him! It was really gonna happen.

    Tantiboh’s brain was swimming with the images, the thoughts, the reality of two hard cocks pumping in and out of his ass, spewing their cum. Those arched, hard cocks rubbing against each other as they pumped for pleasure. Ripping Tantiboh’s ass apart to give him the pleasuring of his life.

    “Can I ask one more thing?” Tantiboh said before he had even stopped to think about it. “I’ve done this before and I know I can’t see you both at once while you’re fucking me. Can’t see your beautiful cocks pounding in and out of my asshole. I’ve seen video of other guys getting double fucked, so I know what it looks like. But before we start, I want to take you in. Fix a picture of each of you in my head. That way once we start, even if I can’t see one or the other of you, I’ll still have that perfect image.”

    “If that’s what you want, man, it’s your fucking party. Just tell us what you want,” Pat said.

    “I want to watch each of you as you penetrate the other. I wanna watch as your cock slides in. See the other’s hole stretch to take it. Then when you’re fucking me I’ll be able to imagine it so much better.”

    “You’re kind of a weird fucking bird in some ways,” Pat said.

    “No problem,” Paul said. “Just tell us what you want us to do.”

    Tantiboh told Pat to get down on his hands and knees on the bed and for Paul to kneel behind him. Paul was plenty hard, but he needed a little lube help. So Tantiboh grabbed the lube and knelt behind him. Tantiboh’s semi-hard cock nestled against Paul’s warm ass as Tantiboh dribbled some lube, but not too much, the length of Paul’s shaft.

    Then Tantiboh closed the lube, reached down with his right hand and started to stroke Paul’s cock. It felt so warm against his slickened palm. His fingers felt every vein. He let the fingertip of his middle finger stroke along the seam on the underside of Paul’s cock.

    Paul turned his head to the side and leaned it back. It wasn’t what Tantiboh had expected, but the two found themselves in a deep-tongued kiss, as Tantiboh continued to stroke Paul’s cock.

    “What about me,” Pat soon complained.

    Breaking the kiss, Tantiboh asked Pat. “Are you ready?”

    “Fuck yea! I’m ready, if you guys would stop fucking around.”

    Tantiboh, with his firm hand on Paul’s cock, pushed it down until it lined up with Pat’s waiting pucker. As the tip of Paul’s cock touched his brother’s rosebud, he saw it wink.

    Tantiboh scooted around so he was beside the twins. His hand still holding Paul’s hard cock. Paul’s hard cock still up against Pat’s asshole.

    “Now push it in . . . slowly” Tantiboh said, as he released Paul’s cock and moved his hand down to fondle Paul’s nuts.

    Trying to capture every bit of minutia, Tantiboh watched as Paul’s cockhead smoothly slid into Pat’s welcoming ass. He thought he could hear the sound of cockhead rubbing against asshole as it entered, but he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. The image was seared into his mind.

    Tantiboh looked up and saw Paul’s face. It had completely relaxed into the pleasure of the moment. The pleasure of the fuck. He’d probably fucked his brother at least a thousand times. It was always good.

    Tantiboh could see the joy Paul’s cock was giving him in every nuance of his face, his mouth, his eyes, his breathing even.

    Then Tantiboh looked at Pat, who had turned his head back to see what he could see. Tantiboh was momentarily surprised . . . maybe caught off guard . . . to see Paul’s face looking back at him. Paul? Pat? It was all the same. For a moment Tantiboh had the feeling it was like Paul was fucking himself. The two looked so alike. The thought, the crazy image in Tantiboh’s mind, the confusion in his brain sent a surge of lust through his cock. He felt his cock twitch and lift and, as he looked down, he saw a large discharge of pre-jizz from his swollen cocklips. This was fucking great!

    Pat winked at Tantiboh and asked, “You catching all this shit?”

    Tantiboh just nodded that he was, as Paul started to push his cock in deeper. Slowly deeper. Not in and out. Not getting deeper with each thrust. But one slow thrust that was burying Paul’s cock deeper and deeper in his brother’s ass.

    Tantiboh was so turned on he was afraid that if he delayed getting started, he might never make it to the main event. He’d planned to have Paul and Pat change places and do basically the same thing again. But the two were so alike, there was no point.

    Besides, Tantiboh’s body, his asshole, his mind, his spiritual being . . . whatever all that non-flesh-and-blood shit was that shared our insides . . . cried out to get on with it. Every bit of his being was screaming, aching demanding for him to be fucked. Fucked now. By both of them. A fuck he’d never forget.

    “OK, let’s do this,” Tantiboh said with a no-nonsense tone that said he was in charge and he wasn’t gonna wait on anyone.

    Tantiboh had Pat lay down in the center of the bed. Pat’s hard cock pointed toward the ceiling. Tantiboh lubed it up good, letting the excess flow down and around Pat’s balls, matting his pubes. The scent of the lube was so linked with sex in Tantiboh’s mind that its aroma gave an extra surge of adrenalin, or was it testosterone, to his nuts and his hard cock.

    Tantiboh straddled Pat and reached under his own ass to take hold of Pat’s cock. It felt just like Paul’s had moments before. Again that image of Paul fucking himself swirled in Tantiboh’s mind. Tantiboh loved the disorientation and did nothing to resolve the hallucination-like thoughts he was having.

    With that sense of fucking one’s self foremost in his thoughts, Tantiboh lowered his ass onto the hard cock he held and directed it into his waiting asshole. Tantiboh was still plenty stretched and lubed. And he sure as fuck was psyched for what was to come.

    He lowered his ass with astounding force and control, burying the full length of Pat’s cock inside him. His gaping asshole now pressing into Pat’s pubes. His twitching asshole tightening as much as it could around the base of Pat’s shaft. Pat’s cock had bumped and brushed Tantiboh’s prostate. Such pleasure for Tantiboh. He sharply inhaled and then let out a deep breath.

    There’s been no pain with this sudden and forceful penetration. Tantiboh was a little disappointed. Pain meant pleasure. He missed the pain.

    “Just fuck me,” Tantiboh said and Pat began thrusting in steady repeat. Tantiboh quickly gauged the rhythm and began to match it. Stroke for stroke. Again and again Tantiboh’s prostate sent charges of pleasure through him.

    Tantiboh looked down into Pat’s face. Paul’s face? Twin face. Confusion again. Tantiboh had to look back at Paul’s face to get his bearings. But seeing Paul’s image . . . identical to Pat’s . . . not the same . . . the same . . . the

    Tantiboh felt dizzy. Overwhelmed. Disoriented. But through it all was the repeated tattoo on his prostate. The surge of lust through is body. A complete tangle of sensations. Confusion. Pain. Sex. Pleasure. All points along a twisted continuum.

    Tantiboh leaned down and started kissing Pat. Lustfully, frantically. His need to connect in everyway possible with the man fucking him was his single driving force.

    Suddenly, the memory of Paul . . . Another person. A different person. The same person.

    Tantiboh pulled his lips away from Pat’s. Saliva covered Pat’s mouth and lips and chin. Saliva ran down his neck. It didn’t matter. He needed sensations. Powerful sensation. Real. Imagined. Mental. Physical. He didn’t care. He was almost desperate to feel powerful . . . powerful . . . powerful what?

    “Now, fuck me. Now,” Tantiboh said as he turned his head to see that other identical brother kneeling behind him. Paul was holding his cock. Waiting for the time. Waiting for his turn to join in again. “Fucking do it!” Tantiboh yelled at him. “Fuck me!”.

    To Be Continued . . .

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    What you can't see in the text is that my comment about waiting with 'bated breath was at the beginning of a SEVEN WEEK delay in getting the next installment.

    I still haven't found it in my heart to forgive Hardreader for that.

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    I still haven't found it in my heart to forgive Hardreader for that.

    You may not have found it in your heart, but, as I recall, you found it in your pants. And I think in the end you liked what you found. I said I was sorry about the delay. So are you going to post the next part or make these guys wait seven weeks because you had to?
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    Tantiboh - I can understand your frustration - seven weeks of being on-hold moments from ecstasy. I hope you worked your frustrations out without hurting anyone or anything.

    HR - You really do have a sadistic streak, if you made Tantiboh wait, on the edge, that long. Particularly thinking back to an earlier missive from Tantiboh from 2006 I read not too long ago. We know how much that means to him.

    Great building, HR. I think of one of our reading club buddies who won't be able to catch this for awhile, unless he finds a hot spot WIFI near his classes!

    I wait with baited breath for the final (sob) installment. Same bat time, same bat channel, next week?

    What's next in your shared literary duet? Or is it just back to two independent threads, ITIK and Trevor's Year? I'm going to miss our little something extra from the crypt.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    So are you going to post the next part or make these guys wait seven weeks because you had to?
    No. I would never do that to any soul.

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    This is the final installment. Enjoy!

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    H.R. -- Paul picked up the lube and sloshed it on his hard cock. He poured more on that spot where Pat’s hard cock penetrated Tantiboh’s asshole. Paul took a moment to work the lube around, using his fingers to push more lube up into Tantiboh’s ass. Pulling and stretching Tantiboh’s ass as he applied it. Testing Tantiboh. Testing his asshole. His resolve. His readiness.

    “Forget the fucking lube. I’m ready. Just do . . .” And with those words Tantiboh felt Paul’s cock touch his asshole. Press firmly. But pressing only. No penetration. Not yet.

    “Wait,” Tantiboh tried to shout, but his breath caught in his chest. So caught up in the moment he could hardly breathe. “Slowly.”

    “OK, now you push back,” Paul said, trying his best to direct Tantiboh through this.

    Paul was now crouched. His chest curled over Tantiboh’s back. His arms around Tantiboh’s chest. His cock at the ready touching Tantiboh’s asshole. He could feel the heat where the underside of his cockhead rested against his brother’s slippery shaft.

    Paul told Pat to pull is cock out until just the head was buried in Tantiboh’s ass. Paul then took his own cock and pressed it down hard against his brother’s shaft and started to push forward into Tantiboh’s stretched asshole.

    “Slowly,” Paul told Pat. “Slowly together.”

    Tantiboh could imagine perfectly what it looked like. The sheen of lube and pre-cum and random ass juices smeared on Pat’s cock. Paul’s cock slick with fresh lube and aching to enter. His own asshole wrapped tight around one cock. Looking way too small to take them both.

    “Push,” Paul said. And as the brothers did, Tantiboh took a deep breath and tensed. The pressure was so real, but his asshole failed to yield.

    “Relax” Pat said. “Relax.”

    As Tantiboh relaxed, the twins sensed the moment was right. Primitive instincts took over and together they pushed forward until Paul’s hard cockhead pushed through the tight ring of Tantiboh’s ass. Into the warm confines of his hole.

    Tantiboh gasped. In pain. But also in anticipation of pleasure. The brothers had paused. Tantiboh kissed Pat’s lips as Paul nuzzled at Tantiboh’s ear. Just a moment of quiet before they began again.

    No one spoke. No one needed to. The twins had done this before. Uncounted times with uncounted men.

    Paul went first, thrusting his hard cock deeper into Tantiboh. Stretching his asshole as he penetrated deeper. Pat held where he was. His cock just inside Tantiboh. And when Tantiboh could feel Paul’s cock deep and still within him, he realized Paul was asking if he was OK.

    He couldn’t speak. He was too deep in visualizing the images of two cocks stretching his ass wide. Images to match the sensations. The breathing. The touching. The heat. And sweat of the moment.

    Soon he felt the deep cock withdrawing and the other cock pressing deeper. Pain again seared through his stretched asshole. As the thickest parts of the two cocks passed going their separate ways, Tantiboh thought his flesh would surely rip apart. But it didn’t. It just felt like he was burning and hurting and . . .

    They were reversing again. The other now going deeper, the other withdrawing. Only this time the searing pain was less and a tingle of pleasure lurked at the edges of his being.

    Now more steadily the two cocks began to pick up speed. Pistoning in and out of him. Each stroke brought less pain and more pleasure. And suddenly, with no pain and only the pleasure and the knowledge of what was really happening to him, Tantiboh was completely wrapped in the thrill of . . .

    “What the fuck!” A strange voice rang through the room.

    Tantiboh’s mind spun. Lost! Confused? Who had said that?

    “Oh my god!” The voice said, only now Tantiboh knew who it was. It was Abi, standing naked just inside the bedroom door. “I figured you guys were gone by now,” Abi said, apparently to the twins.

    All eyes were on Abi now. The fucking paused with both cocks buried full depth in Tantiboh for the first time. Even as Tantiboh pondered just what the fuck Abi was doing there, he couldn’t help but realize this was no time to stop. His asshole ached with pleasure. No time to stop.

    “Stay or go. I don’t give a fuck. Watch if you want. But don’t stop now. Fuck!” Tantiboh said, his last words apparently directed toward the twins.

    They took instruction well and started back to fulfilling Tantiboh’s every wish. Not that they were complaining. They loved the feel of their cocks rubbing back and forth, held in the tight grip of a man’s ass. The warmth. The friction. The closeness to each other seemed to complete them.

    Tantiboh seemed to pickup on that feeling of completeness from them. He was wrapped around these two powerful, identical and inseparable beings. Pat thrust his hips lifting his ass up and dropping it down. Tantiboh did his best to move in unison, creating the greatest penetration and withdrawal possible.

    Paul thrust in as Tantiboh and Pat rose up. It was as close as the twins ever came to fucking themselves. And Tantiboh knew he was part of it all. Filled and stretched. Touched and felt by hands and mouths as they roamed wherever they could reach.

    Tantiboh wanted to experience everything and opened his eyes, which had been closed since just after the twins had resumed. He saw Pat’s face. A look of lustful ecstasy.

    Tantiboh sensed and felt Paul’s face close beside his. Felt the warmth of his sweaty body pressing against his back. Knew that if he could see Paul’s face, it would mirror Pat’s.

    And then he noticed close by . . . Abi. His hard cock in his hand. Watching everything. His eyes wide and smiling. His free hand roaming his body. Cupping his nuts. Pinching his own nips. The beautiful wrestler body. His desire to enjoy and sexually consume that body at times was so intense it was like torture for him. Abi could be so sensuous. So close. So desirable. So unavailable.

    Tantiboh sensed the change in the twins’ breathing. The sudden jerks in their previously smooth rhythm. The grunts and gasps they couldn’t seem to control. Tantiboh knew they were close.

    “Cum in me. Fuck it, cum in me!” Tantiboh growled at them. “Fucking cum in me!”

    As though that was the cue they needed, Paul stopped his thrusts, leaving his hard cock buried deep, while his brother continued to thrust his hips. With Paul’s thrusts stopped, Pat could concentrate even more on the sensation of his hard cock rubbing up and down the length of his twin’s hard cock.

    And it was that sensation that tripped Pat’s trigger. His nuts pulled tight and his toes curled. He pulled Tantiboh’s face down in a passionate kiss and began to unleash his cum deep in Tantiboh ass. Pumping his hips. Spewing his seed. Unleashing his sexual power deep in Tantiboh’s bowels.

    Again as though a practiced and choreographed routine, Pat began to cum. Paul began to pump again. And with the flow of warm cum filling Tantiboh’s ass, surrounding Paul’s aching, throbbing, thrusting cock, Paul’s cock began to spasm and cum. Paul’s cum mingling with his brothers. Flowing, filling, overwhelming Tantiboh’s savaged asshole.

    Tantiboh could not believe the intensity of the heat as the two unloaded their sperm into him. It was only then that he realized how close he was to cumming himself. His hard cock trapped between him and Pat.

    Without even thinking what he was doing, he instinctively tried to reach for his cock to give it the release it now screamed out for. Paul knew exactly what Tantiboh needed and leaned back enough that he could reach down and take Tantiboh’s cock in his hand before Tantiboh could do the same.

    Two, maybe three stroke was all it took and Tantiboh started cumming. His first shot landed with a splat between Pat’s nips.

    As Tantiboh felt a second blast ready to escape his twitching cock, Paul leaned forward, trapping Tantiboh’s cock once again between Tantiboh and Pat. But Tantiboh just went on cumming. His cock trapped so tight in a cummy mess between them. It was tighter than most guy’s virgin assholes and Tantiboh managed to thrust just enough to keep his pleasure at full throttle as surge after surge of cum flowed from his cock.

    When he was spent, he realized Pat’s cock had slipped free of his aching hole, but Paul’s remained.

    Even as his asshole transmitted that message to his brain, he sensed new movement on the bed. Abi, forgotten in the frenzy of the cum, was now kneeling beside him. Abi was holding his hard, leaking cock near Tantiboh’s face.

    Pat turned his face to see what the movement was too, leaving Tantiboh and Pat cheek to cheek.

    “Get you face down here,” Abi said to Paul.

    Almost immediately Tantiboh felt his face sandwiched between the identical faces of the twins. All three of them staring into Abi’s raging hard-on. The purple head swollen and looking almost angry in its bloated state. Its cocklips puffy from the pounding Abi had been putting it through.

    Tantiboh knew what was coming and with that realization muttered “Oh, fu . . .” With his mouth open on that syllable, Abi shot his first blast of cum. He was so close he couldn’t miss Tantiboh’s open mouth. But then he sprayed the rest all over the three exhausted faces. Thick and white, it clung to their cheeks and lips and noses. He spread his cum across all three as he spurted and dribbled and dripped.

    When Abi was done, he flopped himself down on the bed. His face next to the Tantiboh’s and the twins. And as images and memories and fantasies swirled through Tantiboh’s head, the four licked and kissed and caressed one another. Incredible warmth and comfort. A closeness and connectedness Tantiboh had not expected.

    The feel and smell of their mingled cum engulfed them.

    Tantiboh’s last memory was of the sensation of their cum . . . lots of cum . . . flowing from his exhausted asshole. Knowing he needed to clean up. But too exhausted and entwined in his favorite dreams and desires to move.

    And then he slept.

    With light streaming in the window, Tantiboh awoke. Alone in bed! Alone?

    His memories were vivid. Too vivid for a dream. But . . .

    Then he heard the voice in the next room. He pulled his naked, aching body from his soiled bed and started toward the door. That aching stretched emptiness in his ass was unmistakable.

    As he stepped into the living room he saw the twins and Abi laughing and talking naked before him. Having a great time.

    When they saw him, they fell silent, but smiled in welcome. And then the twins said in perfect unison, “We’ve been waiting for you to get up and play.”

    The end


    Tantiboh -- I apologize for the delayed response, but tonight is the first chance I've had in a week to really sit down.

    And what a finale! As Abi shot his load all over our faces, my cum spilled over my thumb. Thank you.

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    HR,
    You left Tantiboh a Great Place to be - Twins inside and Abi spritz for dessert! Phenomenal. If this is it, we'll miss your shared perversions!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    HR,
    You left Tantiboh a Great Place to be - Twins inside and Abi spritz for dessert! Phenomenal. If this is it, we'll miss your shared perversions!
    Thank you, Don. Yes, I'm afraid this is it.

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    Guys,

    Sorry it has taken me so long to read the final installments, but I finally found time to. God what a twisted tail, it was great while it lasted and will be missed. Thank you, both of you for sharing another side of you that we may have never seen if not for these stories.

    What I wouldn't do for a double fuck. Yeah it is one of my fantasies too. And to have twins do it, I think would be mind blowing. The searing scorching pain that it would cause, even better than one huge cock. I also associate pain with pleasure. With pain comes pleasure, with pleasure comes pain.

    Again thanks for sharing,

    Kevin

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    Well this was certainly and interesting and exciting read for me! A nice little look into the private and very dirty minds that you boys have lol I love it...............Of course, what's not to love! Boys, cocks, cum! Just what every good story needs. I will admit, that it was a little difficult to follow if you weren't paying attention! So I made sure I paid close attention all the way through! Great story guys!
    Loved it and my hardon will back me up on that!
    Cheers

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    HR and Tantiboh - This was awesome. I love the bantering back and forth. I love each trying to top the other in their storytelling and writing. But most of all, I love the thought of twins and wrestlers. Hot, hot, hot! Thanks so much for sharing your talent with all of us.

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