Second Twin (M/M) | 2016

I don't know if I'm allowed to post a link to my other post but the stories are related, so...

http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/29ppeo/ive_had_sex_with_twins_separately_mm/

Right before I moved on in the program, Matt's twin, Michael, was admitted. They look exactly the same, except for their tattoos and Matt's thinner face. I was at that property for a day or two with Michael there before I moved across town to continue on with the second portion of the program. It was held in a large-ish pseudo-Victorian place, which was nice enough but a step down from the previous property (in terms of location). The upside was a gas station nearby and increased freedom of movement and choice of activities, like volunteering or going to school, instead of focusing on substance-abuse outpatient programming. The house also had a full staircase that was used for storage and a basement in which some of the program's staff had offices.

So, once Michael got to the new house, very little time passed between us speaking and us hooking up (as in, this is going to sound like it came straight out of a porn that was cool with the setting being a sober house). I mentioned it in the prior post, but I've read about twins having similar sexualities before, so, frankly, I just assumed Michael would be as much, if not more, into guys as Matt. When he arrived at the house, we exchanged numbers and I asked how Matt was doing (he had left against the program's advice, and then started it over a few weeks after a relapse, completely par for the addict/spoiled kid course, although I should talk, I guess) purely to start conversation.

To make it clear, although hooking with up both twins is hot/cool, it was really more my limited freedom that kept me confined to blowing my peers as much as I could. Once I was in the final, longest portion of the program, I was afforded the ability to meet people online and reasonably hook up with them without it constituting a serious risk of my mother getting a call about her whorish, drug-addict son being a whore, and I've put my family through enough at this point, so I kept it cool until then.

Anyway, he arrived mid-afternoon, and by the time that dinner had passed all of us junkies and alchies were left with only the staff who made sure we weren't like, doing blow off of dead hookers full of heroin, instead of the staff who acted as case managers, advisors, or directors, meaning the basement of the house was empty. He sent me two texts, the first asking if I'd hooked up with anyone in the program, and the second asking me to delete any messages we exchanged. So it was understood upfront that he looking for some undercover lovin', which is how I prefer things to begin with. I told him no (because mysterious?), and then immediately that I'd be down to suck his dick in the basement. The stars aligned, because he wanted me to suck his dick. Fate isn't always a fickle bitch, I guess, only on Grinder and shit.

After texting more about when and where we wanted to meet, we waited until a little bit later when most of the house was asleep and met in one of the living rooms. While we were alone in there, we mostly acted really gay, looking at each other and smiling-the whole bit where you act modest even though you know you're literally only talking because you're about to fuck. I grabbed his cock over his jeans and got him a bit hard before we heard someone barreling down the flight of stairs between the first and second floor. I removed my hand and we acted like we knew what was on television. The guy who walked in completely knew something was going on, because a few months later he brought it up casually, asking if we had hooked up. So we weren't being sly enough to trick a straight guy.

We went to the backyard for a few minutes to smoke cigarettes, and while we did we stood pressed against eachother, dicks mashed together between layers of denim. After some heavy petting we snuck into the basement and scouted the best office to hook up in. Only two were open, and no lie, the first I opened (with him standing against the wall like a hail of gunfire was on the other side) was already occupied by a kid we both knew who had managed to break the password for the staff member's (stronger) Wi-Fi and was using it to play some MMO game. I nodded, he nodded, we both knew we didn't care about what the other was up to, and I closed the door. The director's door was also unlocked, and to make it better, there was a moderately sized egress(?) window on one wall, so a little moonlight lit the otherwise pitch room. He sat on an office chair and a sat between his knees, massaging his bulge while licking the bottom of his stomach. Unlike his brother, Michael didn't shave himself bare, so thin hairs led towards a small patch over his cock once everything around his waste was around his ankles.

His dick was also different, which did surprise me; it was just as impressive as Matt's, but it had an upward curve starting about halfway from the tip that made it hard to completely take in my mouth without some serious readjusting. I played with him furiously, like I did his brother, and tried to make up for the lack of deepthroating by jerking him off and slowly relaxing him into letting me eat him out. Once I got close, though, he readjusted in the chair and said that he "doesn't do that shit," asking if I wanted "more dick". I did, and he stood from the chair, telling me to be quiet and start fingering myself so he could fuck me quickly. I used the built up saliva covering his cock to lube a finger up, then two, pretty much hoping that my ass could readjust to penetration rapidly. The whole time I was blowing him, which, combined with enough knowledge to know how to hold him over, kept him at bay long enough for me to get reasonably relaxed and dick-ready.

I whisper-yelled for him to fuck me, and he descended upon me smoothly, spitting on his hand and applying the wad to the tip of his dick. He planted one hand directly beside my hand and immediately, I felt him slowly pushing into me. Once he was properly lined up, his other hand left his dick and grabbed my thigh, hushing me. Through the wall, I could hear our friend tapping roughly against his laptop's keyboard and cursing under his breath. Michael grinned in the moonlight and pushed a little more in, his dick so stiff I can recall staring up at the slices of shadow on the ceiling and wondering if erection-hardness could be a hereditary trait.

Once the details of him fucking my ass were set aside and I could take his cock to the base, we slowly began rocking together, the top of my ass catching a serious carpet burn each time I pushed against his hips, trying to keep his balls against me. With my ankles appearing on his shoulders (I don't remember them being moved up at all), he began moan lightly in my ear, a hand slithering up my body and staying at my throat, like he wanted to choke me but didn't want to ask, to make noise, to possible have to stop. It's possible he wanted to keep my face closer to his, but he as against romanticizing our fucking as I was, so I don't know. He had to keep spitting in his hand and relubing his cock, but there wasn't really a point where I got too dry. Luckily, he knew enough about fucking asses to keep up his end of the bargain, which was appreciated.

His moans became sharper and, without me saying anything,he pulled out and awkwardly knee-walked over to my face, his cock lightly dribbling upon the carpet before shooting a big load into my mouth and slowly drooling out the rest. His cum wasn't anything special, but not everyone's can be. I didn't go all ass-to-mouth on his dick because no, just no. He sort of disinterestedly jerked me off until I stopped him, because I knew he wouldn't swallow and I didn't want to come on the carpet or myself, and then have to walk through the house. He seemed the way a lot of semi-closeted guys seem after they come, sort of apologetic that he wasn't experienced while also obviously done with the whole scene.

All in all, it provided really great jerkoff material, and he even sent me pictures of his cock a few times before he left the program and got back together his with girlfriend.

[I know it's a bunch of text, I just feel like it seems hollow without a little introduction and flair. I have a few more stories from that time, although only one has to do with another curious guy my age, the rest were older guys I hooked up with. If anyone is interested comment or pm me or whatever and I'll do a quick write up of the skater. Otherwise, peace! I might start posting fiction over at eroticliterature, I'm not completely sure yet though, and using personal experiences as a gauge of how people respond to how I write. So critique of my writing style would be greatly appreciated over PM, if anyone has any big complaints or compliments.]