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Caught - With The Irish Twins "What's going on here?" I heard her voice shriek from just inside the door to the family room. My ears were about the only opening in my body that wasn't being filled with cock so I was perfectly able to hear her. With my nose pressed into the thick wiry pubic bush of Michael, my mouth was filled (it seemed this way at least) halfway down to my belly with his fat dick, while I raked my hands up and down his hairy legs and butt. Meanwhile Robert was ramming my ass-hole with his 12 incher and had just announced (in very graphic terms) that he was about to flood my horny chute with his big load of hot fuck-juice! Do you know what Irish twins are? It's two children in the same family who are born within the space of one year. In the case of Michael and Robert they were even within the same calendar year. Mike, the older of the two was born just two days too late to be considered a tax deduction for the previous year, and Rob came two days before the end of that year. To look at them you'd never even think that they're brothers, much less "twins" (even Irish twins). Rob's blond and blue eyed, tall and lanky but muscular like a swimmer would be. Mike is shorter, stockier and about the hairiest little fucker I've ever seen. I think he gets it from his mother's Italian side of the family. Rob looks more like his old man. If you ask me which one I prefer, I'd have to say that being fucked by both of them at the same time is about the best thing in the world. Still, each of them has his own benefits. In a lot of families, the younger brother is the rebel, the one who doesn't want to live up to his older brother's reputation and expectations. That's not the case with these two boys. Robert has always been the "golden boy" (and not just because of his appearance). Mike started getting in trouble in kindergarten when he told his teacher she had a great pair of tits, and it's been downhill ever since. Having a fairly common name, and the fact that they look so different hasn't caused Rob to suffer because of his brother's notoriety before him. Still, it was Mike that I made it with first, and I have to admit that I resisted my urges and desires for a long time before finally giving in to them. Imagine glancing out the window and seeing this sixteen year old kid behind the lawn mower with only a pair of tight gym shorts on. Even at this age he had a good coating of dark hair on his chest and belly and legs and.....oh shit, don't get me started about thoughts I had before he was legal! Over the next couple of years I watched him (very!) closely and noted with a great deal of interest how he was developing. I'd use every opportunity to gawk at him washing the car or out by pool in our complex . . . .any occasion that he might show himself without a shirt on. It was almost as if he was flaunting his hairiness and sometimes I think he sensed that I was turned on by it. I think he was teasing me! All of the families in our cul-de-sac got together for New Year's Eve, and I wished we lived in southern Florida or Hawaii or somewhere where Mike could be dressed like I wanted to see him. Still, when he rolled up the sleeves of the sweater his grandmother had knitted him for Christmas and I got a good look at his thickly blanketed arms I damned near blew a load in my pants right then and there. Oddly enough, it was that very same night that I accidentally walked in on Mike's brother Robert in the bathroom. He'd neglected to lock the door behind him and the traffic for this party was heavy. My first impulse was to back out when I realized I was intruding, but then I got a quick look at the incredible endowment that lay in the blond teenager's hand as he pissed out whatever he'd been drinking that evening. Holy Shit! I thought to myself and for the moment at least I forgot about how turned on I was by Mike. I pretended to go to the sink and check my contact lens, making that be the excuse for glancing sideways in the mirror to check out just HOW much cock Rob held in his hand. I drank a lot that night, pretending that it was New Year's Eve that was responsible. Truth was I could hardly stop thinking about these two sexy brothers and couldn't decide which was more attractive to me. I used booze to help distract me from thoughts about making it with both of them. Before passing out, I remember some mention made about Mike's birthday being in a couple of days and I thought to myself that it would be a big birthday for him....his eighteenth....the one after which he legally became an adult. No, he wouldn't be able to buy liquor yet, but something told me no cashier at a store would question him being 21 if he strutted up to the counter with a six-pack of beer if he had his shirt open hallway down. Shit, this kid could pass for 21 when he was only 17, and I found him hotter than hell because of that! Two days later we got hit with a blizzard! I went to work early in the morning after New Year's day and when I came back home there were 14 inches of snow everywhere. As I pulled into the subdivision I saw Mike behind the snow- blower, doing the driveway next to mine. I pulled in and invited him to join me for a drink to warm up. "Give me ten minutes to finish up here and then I'll take you up on your offer" he said. I told him I'd leave the back door open, the one by the laundry room. "You can just take your snowsuit off and toss it right in the dryer I said. I was hoping that he'd be bare underneath. I could pretty well count on the fact that he'd be "bear" underneath. By the time I heard him clunking the snow off his boots at the back door I'd already downed a couple of brandies. I heard the dryer kick on and I waited in anticipation for him to come in. My hope was that he'd be naked beneath the overalls, but that wasn't the case. Still, what he did wear was damned sexy....a pair of loose-fitting jogging shorts and an old sweat shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. Somehow it only managed to cover about half of his front and I could see his hairy belly below the material. He needed a shave too. That was another thing that just excited the hell out of me. By the time he came in I had a roaring fire going in the family room. "Wow this feels great!" he said, and I thought to myself that things were going exactly according to plan. Then he added that his shirt was soaking wet from the snow blowing. "Take it off, we'll drape it over that thing by the fireplace" I told him, and my heart pounded as he pulled the half-shirt up over his head and tossed it in the direction of the fire. Some- how it never really got hung up on that rod next to the fire, but I didn't really give a damn! It was eight o'clock at night and I knew that his birthday was just four hours away. Somehow I had to control myself until then, no matter what! "Where's the rest of the family tonight?" I asked him, inquiring more as a distraction to me than for any other reason. "Oh, Rob's gone on a ski trip with a group from school and mom's doing her usual grandma- goes-a-little-wacky-around-the-holidays visit". "Nobody else home then" I said, and he echoed my statement. "Nobody else home then". "This is great brandy!" he said, and I asked if he was an expert on it. "Nah, when I go out for a run it's for beer, that's all kids want to drink. This is too classy!" "So are you the designated buyer of the booze?" I asked, and he just sort of grinned to indicate that he was. "Why you?" I asked, and he told me what I already knew. "You see, it's like this.....I pull up to the liquor store with a car-load of high school kids and they let me out. I go in alone and before I hit the entrance I undo the top four or five buttons on my shirt. It's worked every time since I was sixteen". "Yeah, I'd be hard-pressed (no pun intended) to think that a kid as hairy as you are might be underage. "Jesus, Mike you're like a fuckin' bear!" It took every bit of willpower I could muster to keep my hands off him until after midnight, but once that clock struck 12 I made it clear just how hot I was for him and he surprised me with an admission of his own. Evidently he'd been wanting to do it with me for almost as long as I'd wanted it with him, and we spent quite some time absolutely buck- naked before the fireplace in the family room where we took turns just sucking and kissing and touching and....... I asked him where he learned all this, and he made some allusion to a high school coach. On the one hand I wanted the man to be fired for taking advantage of underage kids, but then again I couldn't help but be thankful for the fact that he'd taught Mike so much about man-to-man sex, things that I hadn't done with another guy in a long time. "You want to fuck my ass?" he asked me, and I told him I wanted to eat it first. "Yeah I figured that" he said, adding that he'd been wondering for years what it would be like to feel my tongue up his furry hole. We both soon discovered just how mutually satisfying that act could be as I dove into the hair-pie of his ass-hole, shoving my tongue way up the hot opening I created by pulling his buttocks apart. It didn't take long for him to beg me to fuck him, and fuck him I did, right there in front of the fireplace. Eventually we moved to up to my bedroom and I fucked him again, this time even more aggressively and for a longer period of time than the first time. Somehow he managed to keep from blowing his own load and I told him how much I wanted him to shoot it up my ass. I lay him down on my bed (my wife and I had started sleeping in separate rooms some time before this) and impaled myself on his straight up cock. He's not as big as me, but it had been a while since I'd taken any guy up the ass and it felt great! I pressed myself down onto him and all the while he fucked me I continued to run my hands over his broad hairy chest and belly. When he finally warned me that he was going to come I felt yet another blast coming to the surface of my own tortured organ and I splattered the biggest load of the night all over his furry front while his ejaculation shot into me like the stages of a roman candle. I collapsed atop him, cementing my smooth chest to his hairy one with the huge load of jism I'd shot. We spent the next year doing it whenever we could, anytime I could sneak away from work early we'd meet....sometimes in my room and other times in his. If we knew that privacy was impossible at either location we would occasionally go to some dive-motel on the interstate. I really enjoyed those romps, particularly since the attendant at the motel took such an interest in the two of us whenever we'd come in. If Mike weren't so much of a hunk that I wanted all to myself I might have suggested that this desk-clerk join us. Mike decided (upon my urging) to stay here in town and attend the local junior college for a year or two before transferring to a big university. It was a totally selfish suggestion on my part, and I don't deny it........ One day after he'd fucked me damned near ragged I mentioned that I'd love to have a beer but that the fridge in the kitchen was empty. "Want me to go buy some?" he asked, and I recalled him telling me how he'd go in an buy for his buddies because his hairy chest made him look old enough. "How do your buddies repay you for this service?" I asked, and he said that most often they'd let him keep the change from whatever money all chipped in for the buy. Other times he'd take a few beers from the 24- pack and still other times he was repaid in...."other ways". "You ever buy for your brother?" I asked, expecting that he'd tell me there was no way Rob was into drinking. "Oh hell yeah, he's one of my most frequent buyers" he told me, explaining that his younger brother wasn't quite the angel he wanted people to believe he was. "And how does he repay you? With money...or...." "No, Rob always has an.....alternative....form of payment for me!" Mike said but he didn't go into any detail. "C'mon let's quit talking about him. I'm ready to be fucked again!" he insisted, and (for the moment at least) I forgot all about Mike's muscular blond brother with the huge dick. Before I knew it, it had been another year and we were planning the annual New Year's Eve party for the cul-de-sac. This time it was at the house next-door. Rob had turned eighteen just the day before but insisted that he didn't want a big party. It took almost no time for Mike to find me at the bar and suggested quietly that we ditch this place and go have some real fun. I knew what he was getting at and was more than ready to follow his suggestion. Just then his mother came over and pulled him aside to meet the daughter of one of her real-estate office friends. From across the room I could see him squirming to get away from this bitch and I ran my tongue over my lips just to tease him in his hope- lessly awkward situation. "Lousy party isn't it?" I heard a voice behind me say, and I turned around to see Rob standing there. "Hey when did you get here? I thought you had a date tonight" "Yeah I did, but she bowed out because she's having cramps and can't even sit up" Rob explained. "Guess you'd have to settle for a blow job then anyway" I said, and he looked at me in shock. "HUH?" was all he could say, and I came right out and told him that I couldn't imagine a guy with a dick as big as his not getting it serviced on a regular basis. "Tell me you're not balling that country-club, cheerleader slut" I challenged him, and he didn't say anything....the look on his face told it all. Just as I thought! "You're probably horny as hell then aren't' you? Bet you've been saving up a load all day for her haven't you? How about you go up to the guest bedroom and I'll meet you there in five minutes. It might look funny if we walked up the stairs together". The layout of the house was familiar to both of us, since every house on the street was quite similar in design and floor-plan. I waited just a few moments and grabbed a bottle champagne to take with me. Once at the top of the stairs I turned to the left and went three doors, turned the handle and found him inside waiting. "Hi!" was all he could say before I turned the lock and put my mouth to his. Oh yeah, we'd both been drinking already, but neither of us were drunk enough to pass this off as an accident. No, it was something we'd both wanted for a long time, just like when Mike and I first did it. Now, considering that I'm a real hair-freak you might find my first encounter with Rob a disappointment. No way! The only thing I like better than a really hairy guy is a really hung guy and that, my dear readers, is just what Rob Gannon is! Jesus, he's damned near a foot long even before it gets hard, and once that happens it's even longer (though not proportionately so much as some guys extend when they're hard). I tried to take him down my throat but choked after the first several inches. Then I relaxed the muscles way down deep and managed to get most of the huge monster down my gullet. "Oh shit, oh damn, I'm gonna' come!" he shouted out, and I felt the first huge blast hit the back of my throat. It occurred with such a huge force that it caused him to jettison right out of my mouth, and what seemed like a bucket of sticky white goo coated my face, my eyes, my nose and forehead and....oh hell, everywhere. We found a box of Kleenex in the bathroom adjoining the guest room and used most of it just wiping me off, then we stripped one another naked and fell onto the bed where he first fucked me and then I rammed my big cock up his hole. This wasn't the first time Rob had been fucked, any more than it had been the first time when I made it with Mike. Jealous? Hell yes, but not so jealous as to ruin this by making a big deal of it. For the next few months I managed to juggle them both, fucking Mike whenever I could and taking Rob's big cock up my ass whenever I could do that! or vice-versa.... It wasn't until quite a while later that we decided to make a 3-way of it, and sex after that first time with both of them proved to be better than anything I could ever have imagined. Until that day we got caught. Yeah, there was no denying what was going on when my wife walked in on us and caught me taking one of our sons up my ass and the other down my throat, with both of them coming at the same time, with Mike coating my back with his jism while (unseen to her) Rob flooded my pulsing ass-hole with his. The fact that both boys are over 18 makes it impossible for her to do anything legally to prevent me from seeing them, and they both admitted that it was as much their idea as mine that we do this. They both opted to live with me after the divorce, even though my ex-wife got the house, the car and most of the savings account in the settlement. What did I get? I got all the good stuff, the two boys who love to fuck and suck and be fucked and sucked whenever possible. Yeah, I got the best of this deal.