Part XXXIV
Jay's knee was brushing lightly against his identical twin brother's as I stood before the two 18-year-olds to prepare both them and myself for their physical exams. Jay was on my left and Justin on my right. They were in just their boxers, and I in a white robe that housekeeping had left with the intention that it wrap the bodies of honeymoon lovers.
Jay and Justin's exams were to occur, in all places, in the suite of a downtown Chicago high-rise hotel, where hours earlier we had experienced each other in an explosively sexual way, and where the twins' dad and younger brother were staying in a separate room.
The physicals had actually been all Justin's idea, one that arose during an after-sex debriefing when the more assertive of the twins -- the self-described gay twin -- interrogated me in a way that revealed my fantasy for twins and a fetish for doctor-patient scenarios.
My hand was trembling as I turned away to figure out what to do and say. Once again, it was Justin who got the ball rolling.
"Aren't you going to listen to our hearts?"
"I guess so, but --"
"Doctor, you left your stethoscope over there." Justin was pointing toward the table behind me where Jay had left the champagne bottle from the night before. "Next to the bottle. It's a new type of stethoscope, I hear ..."
Justin was gesturing toward a champagne flute, which was unused since we each had swigged from the bottle that had taken the edge off the previous night. I grinned as I grasped the glass and approached Justin first.
The brainy twin whose brainchild this was scooted to his left to give me room. He smiled broadly as I stood over him, higher up than a doctor actually would, and sat erect as he prepared himself for my first touch. The flesh of his shoulder was warm as I used my left hand to move the imaginative teen into position and to steady myself as I put the champagne glass to his chest.
Justin had not spent as much time in the sun as his sporty brother, so the pink little circles from the glass were particularly noticeable as I moved the vessel around Justin's naked upper body with absolutely no sense for what I was doing. Justin watched me closely with his brown eyes, as if I really was listening for something, some abnormality that would keep him from joining the wrestling team.
Then it came time to touch Jay in a way I had not touched him before. The ballplayer glanced at his twin with a look of "I can't believe you got me into this" and then looked me straight in the eyes as if to say, "Stu, you're sorta weird, and this whole thing is sorta weird, but you're my friend, and this is no weirder than me hiding in closets and sucking polish sausages, so what the hell, I'll play along."
Jay's flesh was cooler than Justin's, but his chest darker and more defined from the days in both the Iowa sun and the weight room. With Jay I used the champagne glass less and my fingers more, probing his pecs and confirming that his nipples were both there. The standout shortstop giggled as I tweaked his right tit. I knew that Jay was starting to get into the flow when he looked toward my crotch to see if there was any hard-on to be seen under the robe.
There wasn't, not yet. I was trying to put on a professional demeanor as I ordered Justin to lay back with his arms at his side. It was beyond a little awkward to examine the teen on the expanse of a king-size bed, but Justin
accommodated the situation imaginatively by scooting to the far edge so I could stand over him and survey his nearly naked body.
I glanced quickly at Justin's shorts to confirm that a tubish lump seemed to be laying toward the right of his groin, present and accounted for and ready for my eventual examination. But I started up top, where doctors always do, and ran my fingers against Justin's neck, then his chest, then his abs. The less-athletic of the twins had no six-pack to speak of, but he was as active as attractive, and his teenage metabolism continued to deprive his body of fat but not so much that you could see his ribs. Nor did Justin have a treasure trail. Judging from his brother, he would have had one but likely shaved it away along with his pubic hair.
By the time my fingers reached the waistband of Justin's boxers, he had developed a pup tent on the right side of his shorts. I let my fingers go underneath, perhaps an inch, maybe two, as I pressed pretty hard into the brown-eyed twin's groin. The self-described gay man breathed deeply through his nose as he lifted his head to watch what I was doing. I, of course, had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but I knew from experience that this is when the anticipation builds for a guy at the doctor, when his genitalia is nearing the point of being revealed in one way or the other.
Would I order the shorts to come down? Or maybe off? Justin showed his upper teeth and bit his lower lip in anticipation of what I might do. I felt the sides of his groin through his boxers and let my hand brush against what appeared to be a half-hard penis. The organ was waiting for me, and so was Justin. But I left it concealed, left it alone, even though the organ did not want to be left alone, and nor did its owner.
Nevertheless, I was in control, and I moved to examine the 18-year-old's lightly haired legs and even his toes. When I was done, I stood at the twin's side and reassured him that all was just fine so far, but that I'd be "checking out his brother" before "going any further."
Justin adjusted himself and gave me a parting grin as I turned my attention to Jay, the ballplayer whom I had seen go through a physical a few weeks earlier, in the not-so-private confines of Dr. Fitzgerald's office. Hours earlier I had sucked his dick for the first time, and he had sucked mine, but this experience was something different, more erotic even than actual sex.
"Jay, you're next up."
The resident of my dorm floor was standing with one hand on a hip, looking at his nearly naked brother more than me, looking bashful and slightly embarrassed that he had enough kink in him to to play along. In a flash, I fantasized that Jay had just come from baseball practice, had just stripped out of his practice uniform, and now was here for my services. I motioned for him to take his place on the left side of the bed, and he did as he was told as his brother turned on his side to watch the exam unfold.
The
Freshmen ballplayer looked me in the eyes as if to say, "OK, Stuie, I wouldn't do this for just anybody" as he wiggled his body into position to await my touch. A tubish lump had again appeared the identical twin's shorts, this time on the left side, where it was awaiting my touch with perhaps less eagerness than his brother's. But that touch would come later.
I hovered over my athletic friend and took in the sight of his naked upper half. I had touched it, even sucked it, during our sex the previous evening. But standing there, over Jay, just looking at him, appreciating the way his shoulder blades framed a torso whose muscles almost throbbed with perfection, is when I really came to apprecaite the visual beauty of the male body, particularly the ones of the athletic kind, as a gift from above.
I touched Jay lightly from just under his ears to the top of his boxers, taking many pleasurable and in retrospect unimaginable stops in between. And then, with the anticipation building as to what I might say or do, I started to get creative.
"So what position do you play?"
"You know that, Stu. Shortstop."
"Well, it's not in your chart, so I had to ask."
"Chart?"
"Over there, on the table." I was referring to the room-service menu. "And I do prefer Doctor Stu."
"OK, DOCTOR Stu." Jay chuckled and rolled his eyes. I pretended to look annoyed.
"So as a shortstop, you do a lot stretching, reaching, I suppose?"
"Yeah."
"Groin OK?"
"What do you think?"
"Any pulled muscles?"
"Well, a couple years ago, when I was a junior, in the playoffs. It still hurts a little."
"Where?"
Jay looked from me to his crotch, spread his knees, and pressed his fingers into his shorts. From the looks of it, he was pressing just to the right of his right testicle. From my feel on top of his boxers, he was.
"There?"
"In a little."
"There?"
I kept my hand outside Jay's pants as I deepened my examination. The ballplayer's right ball was pressing through the cotton but resting directly against my fingernails. I tried to get deeper, toward where the
Freshmen athlete said the strain had been.
"Basically, that's it Stu, I mean doctor. A little lower."
"I can't quite ..."
I moved away my hand and began to access Jay's bare groin through the leg of his boxers. He flinched a little at first -- funny, since I had been all over him the night before, and it should come as no surprise that at some point during an exam the doctor is going to check your privates. The musculature under Jay's naked skin was exceptionally strong as I felt along until I bumped into his saggy right ball, but this time in the flesh. Then I went lower, and then a little lower, to where Jay suggested the injury had been.
"Yeah, that it."
It was at that moment that I realized I was in one of the most private parts that a guy has -- under his balls, on the way to his anus. And it was Jay!
"Riiight ... there!"
Indeed, there did seem to be a bit of a knot. I massaged it lightly and then pressed increasingly harder. Jay's dick actually seemed to be getting softer as he complimented me for "actually finding the spot" and "you know what, Stu, you're actually helping!"
For a minute or two, the experience was not about me getting my jollies, but rather was part of my honest desire to help Jay work out a kink. But then, when I realized I had had my fingers on the backside of his bare left ball for perhaps ninety seconds, I got back to the business at hand and reluctantly removed my hand from Jay's pants upon realization that there was another identical twin -- an identical twin! -- also in the room who needed my attentive touch too.
"OK, Jay, you can relax for now, and I'll finish up with your brother."
"OK. That actually was good, Stu, thanks."
"Justin, please stand up. On second thought, Jay, please stand too, next to your brother."
The twins did as I ordered, and within seconds the 18-year-olds were side by side, in just their boxers, awaiting my next order. I scanned them from the belly buttons down, and they looked identical, except for the lack of treasure trail to my right, and their choice in underwear. Jay's boxers were white with light-blue stripes and a little looser than his twin brother's, whose undies were more like boxer briefs and had a stylish pattern of paisley featuring red, pink, and purple.
I had to do it. I had to be the one who would disrobe the twins. As I started sliding Justin's underwear toward his knees, he started to help, but I told him not to. I looked toward the top of his dick, to confirm what I already knew: that the 18-year-old had chosen not to have public hair. I was somewhat suprised, but in retrospect pleased, to see that his penis was staying soft, and it pretty much remained that way as I got the underwear to the twin's feet and watched his balls jiggle as he stepped out of the garment and then stood still.
I picked his undies off the floor and stood in front of Jay, the young man whose body actually would be going through the rigors of team sports. As I started to slide down his boxers, I confirmed that unlike his brother his pubic hair was still there, and I got a sense of self-importance that maybe I actually could help the guy, maybe I would catch something or feel something that would make a difference in the young athlete's life.
Jay's genitals were perfect. He, like his brother, was staying soft and measuring in at maybe a little less than five inches. The fact that neither he nor his brother was hard only added to the tiny air of reality, the idea that two twin brothers might actually go to the doctor together and end up in the room at the same time, with their boxers being removed so the doctor could examine their genitals hanging side by side.
The shortstop was to be the highlight of the morning, one I'd save for a few minutes later.
"So, Justin, you're going out for wrestling?"
"Yessir."
I crouched down so my eyes were even with the twin's hairless crotch and pressed the top of his penis between the thumb and first two fingers of my right hand. I rolled the organ between them, feeling the intricacies of the various veins, arteries, and other tubes inside. I moved down, rolling the whole way, until I reached the tip, which I lifted so it was perhaps five inches from my eyes. The organ was still sticky from the night before, from Justin fucking me for the first time. I realized he had been in control, but now I was in control.
"You've had sex recently, haven't you."
"Why, yes doctor. You're very observant."
"And you're practicing safe sex?"
"Yessir. Always wearing a condom."
"Good. Hmm. I can tell you've had one on recently ..."
As I moved my hand from Justin's penis, it bounced against his ballsac twice as I repositioned my hand to examine his hairless scrotum.
"Be careful when you shave, young man."
"Yessir."
"Any problems down here, any pain?"
"N-no, not usually."
"Not usually?"
"Not other than blue balls, you know ..."
"Well, even doctors get those from time to time. Best to take care of business, whatever you have to do."
"Yessir. I will, sir."
Justin's scrotum retracted slightly at the feel of my touch, but it was still relaxed enough for me to get good feels of the "nerdy" twin's smooth balls, ones that had touched my backside during sex hours earlier.
"Cough." I had no idea what I was feeling for. "And again. Good. You can have a seat." Justin reached for his boxers, but I told him to "just sit as you are" and explained that "we're not quite done yet."
Justin looked surprised but then eager as he grinned at what might come next and began masturbating himself as I turned my attention to his identical twin.
"Young man?"
"Yessir?"
"None of that here, not now. Hands to your side."
"Yessir."
"OK, and now Jay. That's your name?"
"Yes, um, sir."
"And a baseball player."
"M-hm."
"What other sports?"
"Baseball's all I'm playing now."
"But what else, over the years?"
"Football --"
I crouched in front of the athlete and looked at his genitals at eye level as Jay kept his hands at his side.
"Ever get hurt down here?"
"Where?"
I nodded toward Jay's crotch, not yet ready to touch it.
"No, not in football. Played a little basketball too, but I'm sort of a short guy."
"Not really. And you work out?"
"Weights, a little running."
"Do much swimming?"
"Not too much."
"You should try. You have a nice body for swimming -- lean, toned, not too buff."
"Thanks."
"Might help your baseball, never know."
"True."
"You wear, what, size 32 baseball pants, and a jock?"
"I guess."
"Well, we'll proceed with just baseball in mind ..."
Before that morning, I had touched Jay's penis three times -- once during the Friday night jackoff, Saturday night during oral sex, and briefly in the middle of the night. All three times it had been hard upon my first touch.
Now, as the twin stood before me awaiting his examination, he was soft. Entirely soft. In fact, with my eyes just inches from his genitals, Jay's penis had shriveled during my questioning, to a state much smaller than I had seen it in the warmth of the dorm showers or the unintimidating stance at a urinal.
Jay's penis at that moment wasn't much bigger than mine. I marveled at how that could be so. The
Freshmen athlete was nervous, and clearly embarrassed, and he apologized on behalf of his shriveled member.
"Well, certainly you've had a few of these exams before, right?"
"Yeah, lots of 'em. It's just, I don't usually react this way. Usually, I'm more concerned about getting, um --"
"No worries, Jay. I've seen it all before."
In reality, of course, I had no idea what I was doing, and no idea about how penis size can vary to such an interesting degree. But my assurances seemed to be putting Jay at ease as I started examining his retracted penis with care and precision in a way that made it get back to its "shower" state.
"Are you using protection too?"
"Well, I haven't really, ah --"
"You haven't had intercourse yet. I see. All right, when you do, make sure you use a condom."
"OK."
"Whether it's with a young woman --"
"All right."
"Or a man."
Jay was silent.
I cupped Jay's entire package of genitalia in my hand and inquired about the specifics of his sport of choice.
"So are you using other forms of protection, to guard against injury?"
"You mean, like, a cup?"
"Yes Jay."
"N-no. Only catchers wear cups. Sometimes pitchers. That's the way it was in high school, at least."
"Hmm. OK. Well, you might find college to be different. And you have a nice set of plumbing down here, you want to protect it."
"Thanks."
"It'll fit in a cup just fine, from the feel of it."
"OK."
"I don't want to see it injured."
"Me neither."
I started stroking Jay's package in a way a doctor never would, in a way that brought him back to his close to five inches.
"There, that looks familiar."
"What do you mean?"
"You seem to be over your nerves ..."
"Oh, well ..."
"... Back to, what, four inches? Five?"
"I don't know. I've never measured."
I glanced at Jay's face to let him know he was lying.
"OK, doctor, yes, close to five, probably now."
I scrutinized Jay's penis in a way I never had before. It was lovely, fascinating really. It hung confidently on top of his balls, and was light brown and firm but not yet hard. I knew how hard it could get, how purple, how pleasing, how his 18-year-old hormones could and would send his throbbing member to a place nearly firm against the left side of his tummy, if he was to get aroused, if I was to make him aroused.
I stroked Jay lightly and watched him lean back and lick his lips. I got him to about six inches I'd say, until his dick was pretty much parallel to the floor, and I bounced it lightly under my fingers for no particuarly reason other than to play a little bit as we played doctor.
And then, mean guy I was, I stopped.
"Ever been hit down here in baseball?"
"Whaaat?
"Hit down here? In your scrotum, or around it?" I touched Jay's sac lightly to drive home the question.
"Well, actually, last week, during a pickup game, I, uh, took one in the nuts -- I mean, the, ah ..."
"Really? You didn't tell me that."
"You didn't ask."
My demeanor was changing. "So it was after you were at Dr. Fitzgerald, then?"
"Yeah."
"Was it just sort of a direct hit, or to one, um, ball in particular?"
"My left, actually, Stu -- I mean, doctor."
"And you weren't wearing a cup."
"For a pickup game? Of course not, don't be silly, I was just wearing boxers. Like I am now. Well, like I was."
Jay was still a little hard but his scrotum was as relaxed as it could be as I placed his larger left testicle between my thumb and fingers, rolled it, and pressed harder than I should have.
"Ow!"
"Well, it can take testicle injuries awhile to heal."
"How do you know?"
"He's right, Jay." Justin was weighing in. "I've read about it."
"There he goes again, Mr. Know-It-All."
"Anyway, Jay, from the feel of it, it does seem to be a little swollen, honestly."
"But my left's always bigger."
"I know."
"You do?"
"I've noticed."
"Yeah, well, it, um, hurts more to the back, when it hurts, which is not all the time."
"Back here?" I was reaching around to the back of Jay's scrotum, to the best of my ability.
"Basically."
I glanced toward Justin's crotch. He was back to being soft, and his balls were hanging low again. From the looks of them, they were just like Jay's, as one would expect on identical twins. But as for the feel of them, well ...
"See, Justin, I told you we weren't done."
"Huh? What next?"
"What I need you to do is this. Get back on the bed, on your hands and knees, and Jay, you do the same."
"What does this have to do with me making the wresting team?"
"Nothing. It's for your brother. I'm going to compare you two. You're identical twins, obviously, so you should have identical testicles, if all is well."
Justin thought it was a tremendous idea, but Jay wasn't so sure.
"Look, guys, this'll be fun, but while we're having fun, I might as well actually give Jay a look."
"This is sort of embarrassing."
"Jay, my God, after last night?"
That's all I needed to say. Jay cupped his tender balls as Justin looked at his brother in a way that suggested he honestly was concerned for his health. Within 30 seconds, the identical twins were on their hands and knees, their bare backsides in front of my face.
"Guys, you're going to have to bend over further, with your chests basically flat on the bed -- I mean, the table. And spread your knees more. There."
Justin and Jay were touching each other lightly as they assumed the positions I had ordered them to take. The sight was stunning, having identical 18-year-old twins with their identical buttholes and identical genitalia hanging there on full display and under my control. Each scrotum swayed slightly as each twin looked at me through his legs, with reddened faces, wondering what was going to happen. I did my best to keep a sense of professionalism, but I have to admit, it was nearly impossible.
"OK, guys. Looks good."
"Looks GOOD? Fuck, Stu, this must be amazing for you."
"Well, Justin, let's stay focused. Now, I'm going to start with Jay. Hang tight." I placed Jay's left ball in my left hand, bounced it a little, and then scrutinized its size and shape. It was big, no doubt about it. But how big? I pushed open my robe and put my hand down my pants.
Justin chuckled and accused his doctor of "getting turned on."
He was right, I was about half-hard, but I explained that the main reason for my self-exploration was to compare Jay with me. The ballplayer's balls were, for sure, quite a bit larger, particularly on the left. Jay responded that his balls always were bigger than mine. When I asked how he knew, he explained that he "just did."
I let it rest and held Jay's ball tight as I moved my right hand from myself to his twin brother's hanging left testicle. I actually was able to keep my senses as I held the identical twins' packages at the identical time. I gave each brother a firm feel as I tried to discern whether Jay's left ball was, in fact, swollen in a way that should send him back to Dr. Fitzgerald.
"Jay, I've got to be honest with you, bud, your left ball's a bit bigger. Quite a bit, actually."
"It does hurt a little, from the back, when you -- ow! -- squeeze it that way."
"Huh. Justin, when I do this to you, does it hurt?"
"N-no. Feels sort of hot, actually. Do it again!"
"Seriously, Justin, put that out of your mind for a bit."
"Why, you weren't. Nice robe. Take it off."
I moved my hand from Justin and put my left fingers on Jay's left ball and my right fingers on his right. "So when I squeeze the right like this, does it hurt?"
"N-no."
"And the left?"
"Ow! Yeah, actually ..."
"But more back here, the back of your, ah, scrotum."
"Yes, toward the back."
"Here?" I was using my thumb. "Right here?"
"Sort of. Back a little more."
"Huh."
"What do you mean, huh?"
"Turn back around, both of you, have a seat."
My patients did as they were told, and as they sat naked on the edge of the king-size bed, Jay looked me in the eyes with honest concern while Justin looked me in the crotch. I returned the gaze to the twin on my right, noting that Justin's penis had shriveled a bit too and was not tremendously larger than mine. But when Justin glanced at his brother saw he was honestly concerned, suddenly the honeymoon suite took on an air of concern about Jay's testicular health.
"Justin, what do you think?"
"What do you mean, what do I think?"
"Jay, can he, um ...?"
"I guess ..."
I breathed deeply as Justin leaned over and touched his twin brother's left ball. When Jay winced and moved his knees together, Justin told him to spread them wide, and he did. As I took a seat and watched one twin feel up the other, my sexual juices started flowing again.
"Hmmm."
"What do you mean, hmm, Justin?"
"I don't know, Jay-Jay. Stand up."
The naked identical twins stood with their noses perhaps a foot apart as Justin again touched the scrotum of his athletic brother. "It does feel larger than mine, Jay. I'd like to say I'm jealous of your nice big ball, but I'm actually a little concerned." As Jay stood with his twin eye-to-eye, the second "medical opinion" was causing him some worry.
"Here, let me see ..."
I knew what was coming next. Jay cupped his brother's balls carefully and tentatively with his right hand, feeling each individually, then together, spending more time than he really needed to. Then he grasped Justin's left ball in one hand and his own in the other.
"Fuck."
"Feel it?"
"Yeah, actually."
"You've got big balls, Jay-Jay."
"Not sure that's a good thing."
Justin moved his hand back to his brother's crotch. "And Jay, you're not, like, having blue balls now, right? I mean, sometimes I get swollen when, you know, I need to come, but haven't."
Jay looked at me, then back at his brother. "Well, that is a possibility ..."
"I mean, the way we were, last night, I think Stu had you in his grasp, much of the night ..."
"I did wake up in the middle of the night and you were hard, Jay."
"Was I?"
"Yeah. Probably should've done something about it, you know, but I thought we all needed some sleep."
"Well, I did have some pretty, ah, wild dreams."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah."
"So bro', you were a little charged up then?"
"A little. Sure. Maybe more than a little."
"Well, Jay-Jay ..."
And just like that, with me standing feet from the naked twins, the one on the right started taking care of the potential blue balls hanging on the one on the left. The matter was out of my hands. This was between brothers, identical twin brothers. And as they stood eye to eye, one ready to take care of the other, my demeanor turned from honest examiner to voyeuristic bi guy, and into my hands went my dick as Justin struggled to make his twin brother erect.
"You OK, Jay."
"Yeah. Do it, bro'. Do it! Let's see what happens. Mmmm. But I'm just not, um, getting ... Sorry."
Jay was having performance anxiety, attempting to explain that "this rarely happens." I was hard as a rock, and I lowered my boxers and opened my robe to show Jay the proof. I knew his weak spot -- or, in this instance, the spot that needed to be touched.
"Shit Stu" is all Jay said.
The sight of my hard dick put Jay into his necessary and desired condition within 30 seconds. Thirty seconds later, he had his left hand on his twin's bare ass and his left hand near his own butthole.
I couldn't stand it. Nor could I stand. I stepped out of my boxers, made my way to the bed, opened my robe, and started masturbating slowly at the sight of one identical twin masturbating the other. Justin had learned enough about Jay to know that his twin had his best and most explosive orgasms when he got charged up to the sight of erect penis. So after about 30 seconds more Justin had knelt to my left and directed Jay to come to my right. And right there, over my belly, Justin resumed masturbating his identical twin brother.
"Jay, you can, if you want to ..."
Jay knew what Justin was saying, and so did I. The invitation was all that Jay needed to place the erection of his naked twin brother in his hand for what I later confirmed really was the very first time. The twins bent themselves toward each other, to pleasure each other, and I scooted down on the bed so their penises were just below my chin.
The sight from that angle was astounding. Two 18-year-old hands, identical in size and shape, on identical erections, but on erections that did not belong to the hand doing the masturbating. After Justin spit in his hand, Jay did the same, and the three of us were off and running, the morning air dripping with the squishy sounds of male masturbation.
I looked toward the ceiling and saw that the twins' masturbation techniques were pretty much the same. I emulated theirs and then started bucking my hips wildly. Both twins took notice and sighed as they focused on my state of arousal.
"Lookin' good, Stu!" That was Justin.
"Fuck, he's greeeat!" That was Jay.
"Oh my God, guys, YOU ... SHOULD ... TALK."
"Fuck, this is hot!"
"No, really, guys, talk ... to ... each ... other. Now THAT would turn me on!"
The identical twins did as they were told. Justin confessed to his brother that he had yearned to touch him in this way for years, and was super disappointed when their parents had built a new house that meant each got their own room. Jay confessed that he had hidden in his brother's closet more than once, with the sole purpose of seeing him blow semen, and that he loved the look of his dick, especially when hard, and marveled at how it looked just like his. And then ...
"Fuck, now bro', man, it FEELS just like mine too. Unreal!"
"I know Jay. Unreal. Wow!"
And then Justin reached the edge. Clearly he had a twin fetish or fantasy too -- for his own twin, his own fucking twin, whom he was about to bring to an orgasm. But Justin was going to come first.
The first couple spurts from Justin landed on his twin's forearm. Most of the rest ended up on my chest right below my chin. Seeing his brother spurt made Jay do the same, and I watched the underside of Jay's purplish erection closely as his first shot of shortstop semen land squarely in his twin brother's navel. It was watery, and began running immediately, and the next couple landed around my right armpit with the rest pooling into the mess Justin had already made on my upper torso.
As the twins finished each other off, I spread the mix of semen into my pecs and used a good share of it to coat my erection that was already on the verge of spurting.
But just then, when I was tantalizingly close, Justin forced my right hand from my dick and put his knee on my arm. He ordered his twin brother to do the same on the other side, and then led the way as my friends began giving me what I was sure would be the most amazing handjob of my life.
But Justin ordered that they stop. Now he was in control. Justin fished the cord from the white robe I was sort of wearing and told Jay to get the cord from the other robe across the room. I laid on the bed not sure what was going to happen until Justin explained that now I was going to learn about one of his fetishes, firsthand, if I wanted to.
"What are you going to -- ?"
Justin tied my left hand to the headboard and ordered Jay to tie up my right.
"Wanna try, Stu?"
I nodded yes.
They tied me tight. I really, honestly could not move my arms as Justin showed his brother the way and gave him ideas on how to tease me into an almost unimaginable state of sexual want.
But I knew Jay was different. I knew that after an orgasm his attraction to guys lost intensity, that for him an ejaculation seemed to blow away the most intense desire to experience a male sexually, at least for the time being.
But as I looked into Jay's brown eyes, I knew he was my friend. He knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed. He wanted to make me happy. There was no doubt that on that morning Jay would take one for the team.
I about screamed with frustration as Jay put his naked body on mine and started rocking slowly. I wanted to encircle him with my arms, but I couln't. Then Jay pulled himself away to make sure I was in sexual bliss, and as he did, I looked down and saw the strands of the twins' cum pull away from his chest that had been up against mine.
Then Jay took a risk, and gave me a kiss, and bit at my neck as he reached down to find my erect member. I wanted to hold him, to encircle him, to squeeze his broad back as he pleasured my penis. But I could not, and that fact made having Jay on top of me in that way all the more unbelievably arousing.
Unfortunately Jay stroked me only about 20 times before the beginning of the end came. Jay was tonguing at my neck at the moment he felt my penis convulse and then pulled his crotch away so my semen would have a place to go. From Jay's very faint through-the-nose giggles, I could tell most of it was landing on him, probably around his pecs, and that he was taking some good shots for his good friend underneath his naked athletic frame. As my orgasm neared an end, Jay massaged my balls in a way not unlike I had done to him, and squeezed my left three times in a teasing sort of way.
"Little smaller now, Stu."
"What?"
"Your left. No more blue balls for you, kid."
Then Jay got up on his knees and let me see the impressive mess I had made on him. Indeed I had coated him from his pecs down to his pubes. Jay smiled but I could tell he was coming to grips with the fact that he had mustered the sexual desire to make me come after he had come. It had been a turning point for him, one he probably thought he'd never see.
Jay spread my semen away from his pubes as Justin untied me from the bed so I could sit back up straight.
"Oh my fucking God that was amazing Jay."
"That was pretty cool."
"Oh fuck."
"You, um, got me good, Stu. You're all over me."
And then -- fuck! -- the phone rang. It was Jeremy, the twins' little brother, and he was on his way up. Justin tried to tell him to stay put, but he was fourteen, and couldn't be told much of anything, so Justin hung up the phone and headed straight for the shower.
I sat up straight, took some semen from Jay's torso, and rubbed it into his left testicle.
"Still tender, bud?"
Jay gave a look that was half wince, half pleasure. "Yeah."
"That hurt?"
"A little."
"In a good way or a bad way?"
"Both, I guess."
"You should probably get back to Dr. Fitzgerald."
"Probably. Give me a ride?"
"You just gave me a ride, shortstop."
"Well ..." Jay spoke in less than a whisper than he had before in situations somewhat similar but far from identical to this. "... Stu, I sort of rode you."
"But I wasn't driving, Jay. You were. My hands were tied."
Jay changed the subject.
"But you'll get me to Fitzgerald?"
"Sure."
"Come in with me, again?"
"OK."
Waiting with bated breath for the next installment. Thanks as always!