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Twin Secrets Part III By K & K Kramer Chapter 9 - Kameron I couldn't believe how my life had changed in a short 24 hours. I'd come to school all bummed out about Amy Taylor having broken up with me, even though I agreed with her that it would be dumb to try to continue our relationship with her in New York and me at Iowa. We promised to write, to keep in touch, but I don't think I'll have much time for letter-writing. I plan to spend every spare moment I have in the sack fucking or getting fucked by my horny and hairy roommate. By the afternoon of Sunday (after nearly a whole day of non-stop sex) Skip and I both felt as if we'd known the other for our whole lifetime. I admitted to him that I was worried about how Kenyon would react if (and when) he'd find out I'm gay. "Does your family know?" I asked him, and he laughed. "Well, at least one member of my family does. It was my uncle A.J. that broke me in to man sex" he said, almost as if he was trying to shock me by his revelation. He went on: "I'd just turned 18, and A.J. (my mom's younger brother) was in town for the Christmas holidays". [Okay that meant that Skip really was older than me, though only a few months] He continued: "We were watching college football and one thing led to another. Pretty soon we were up in my bedroom with his cock up my ass. It was great!" "What's your uncle like, is he real hairy like you?" I asked him, and Skip related that, compared to his uncle A.J. he hardly had anything in the body hair department. "You ought to see him! He's like a fucking grizzly bear! You'd be in hair heaven with him!" Skip said. At the moment I couldn't imagine anything closer to heaven than what I was experiencing right then with Skip Farris naked and in bed with me. We never got around to going out for a fan that day. Hell, we didn't even get out of bed to eat. Oh I didn't go hungry, I filled my belly with more than a couple loads of spunk, and nibbled and chewed on Skip's hairy butt just like he'd done to me earlier. Like I said, I learned plenty during that first weekend we were together. Chapter 10 - Kenyon "Come on kid, fuck me hard! Shove that big dick way up my ass-hole!" Tony said, and I rammed him with an intensity and power that I'd never done with Nadine Graham. As I pounded his ass I began to wonder if my big butt really was helping to drive me deeper. "Oh we gotta' slow down or I'm gonna' come right away" I said to him, and he insisted that I go ahead. "We'll do it again later and take our time. Right now I want you to give it to me, to flood my hairy chute with your big load!" he said. I think even he was shocked with the amount of come that I pumped into him, as my big hard fuck-pole just kept spewing and spewing it's contents. After a moment of just laying there he rolled me over on the bed, pulled himself off my spent cock and squatted his butt right over me. His gloriously hairy ass was just inches from my face and the gooey ooze was dribbling out right onto my mouth. "Go on muscle boy, suck your own spunk out of my hole!" he ordered, and he sat his fantastic hair-pie down on my face. I shoved my tongue way up his furry hole and slobbered up every bit of what I could get. I couldn't believe I was eating my own jism, but I dug it --- almost as much as I dug the whole experience of his hairy butt wrapped around my face. Later that afternoon, after having me fuck him again, Tony returned the favor by busting my cherry ass-hole. From the moment his hard cock head touched my puckered hole I loved it. It hurt like hell at first, but it was a pain I dug, sort of like when he'd pinch my tits really hard or when he'd slap my firm muscular butt until it got red with his hand-prints. Over the next few months we got into some pretty kinky stuff. When Tony and I went into the city to a leather bar we turned heads all right. Whips and chains were common to our sex-play, and our romps in the sack were always really physical (if not downright rough!) We spent as much time as possible together, and Tony suggested that I move into his place. I wasn't sure how the folks would take that. They knew I had been hanging around a lot with one of the other mechanics, but they had no idea Tony was 28, and that most of the time we spent together was fucking the shit out of each other. I wanted to move in with him, to spend every possible moment with him but told him I needed to tell Kameron first. My twin hadn't been home since leaving for college in August, but Thanksgiving break was coming and that would be when I'd tell him. Tony had to go back East for the weekend anyhow, his grandfather was dying and this would be his last Thanksgiving. In the car on the way back from the train station we started out talking about bullshit stuff. I hadn't decided exactly how I'd tell him, but knew that he would figure it out on his own before long. Damn him! He asked about my job, about the guys I worked with and I almost blurted out that I'd met Tony and was fucking him regularly. Instead, I changed the subject and asked about his roommate and how they were getting along. All of a sudden some ass-hole pulled out in front of me and only Kam's shouts prevented us from having an accident. Funny, before that it was almost as if he was going to tell me something. The rest of the ride home we were both quiet, and once we got to the house mom and dad were so glad to see him after all this time that we didn't have another moment alone until after dinner, after dishes were done and after we'd all sat around the fireplace and had our traditional Thanksgiving eve toast. I don't know about the rest of them, but I certainly had plenty to be thankful for. Tony was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I almost took that moment to tell the whole bunch of them about my secret sex life. Mom asked if I was going out that evening and I said only that I wasn't. I didn't go into detail of saying that Tony was out of town. Then she asked if Kameron wasn't going to try to call Amy and maybe go see her. "No ma, that's over!" he said, emphatically and she said something about being sorry to hear that. "It's okay, really!" he told us, and I sensed that he meant it. Hm, I also got the distinct impression that he had met someone new, someone very special. Maybe someone as special as Tony had become to me. The folks went to bed and Kameron and I sat there in front of the fire for a few more moments before going off to our room. It was going to feel odd sharing the room again after three months of having it to myself, but it felt good to have him home. Once in the room I decided to get this over with. I really wanted to tell him. "I've got to ask you something" Kameron said before I got a chance to open my mouth. "Shit, he knew!" Chapter 12 - Kameron "Shit, he knew!" I was determined to tell him before he asked me about what I'm sure he suspected. He'd given me a knowing look earlier in the family room when mom asked about Amy Taylor. At the moment that I insisted it was over with her I think Kenyon somehow knew everything. We barely had the door to our room closed when he turned to speak to me. I decided to beat him to the punch by asking him how he'd feel about if I was gay. "You said you had a question?" Ken said, and I chickened out. "Yeah, what's it like to have a room all to yourself. Tell me the truth, aren't you kind of lonely?" "Yeah right!" he scoffed at me. "I miss your clothes thrown all over the place, your god-damned classical music on the stereo, your always borrowing my shampoo and hogging the clean under-wear!" "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I've quit wearing underwear completely!" I told him. Admitting that was pretty easy compared to what I really had to tell him. "No shit!" he said back. "So've I. I usually wear a jock to work though". "I'll bet Nadine Graham likes that!" I said with a grin, wondering if he was still pumping that bitch regularly. "I wouldn't know. Haven't seen her in months" he said, and I asked who he was getting it from now. "Oh you'd be surprised" he said, and I thought to myself that I couldn't possibly be as surprised as he was about to be by my revelation. How the tables turned when he blurted out his bombshell. My mouth must've dropped a foot when he told me about Tony Mariano. He didn't stop talking until he'd given me a capsule-version of how he'd met and fallen hard for this macho older mechanic at the shop, how he couldn't resist the guy's rugged hairy appearance and truly loved the great man-to-man sex they'd been having since the first week I was away at college. Once I realized the irony of the situation I began to grin, then eventually broke into a laugh. The look of hurt on my brother's face was obvious as he thought I was making fun of his very solemn confession. He got up to leave and I grabbed him by the arm, to hold him back. "Hey Ken, by the time you were getting a boner over your mechanic I'd had my ass fucked a dozen times by my new roommate. I went on to relate (in graphicc detail) my whirlwind romance with Skip Farris. "I guess we both sort of go for the same type" I said in conclusion, and Kenyon agreed with me. "Hell, I'm getting a hard-on just hearing about you eating your roomie's hairy ass-hole". I glanced down at the huge bulge in the front of my twin brother's jeans and said "You're not wearing a jock now are you?" "Neither are you!" he said, and he made the first move, one that I ached for him to make. I felt Kenyon's hand run up my leg, his persistent intent obvious as he continued his move until he landed firmly on my crotch, his hand rubbing against the outline of my own erect organ. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, devouring his tongue and pulling it deep into my mouth. Mom has a picture of the two of us as toddlers hugging and kissing one another, but that innocent shot was taken before we were even a year old. There was absolutely nothing innocent about the kiss we shared that evening before Thanksgiving, a kiss that opened up a floodgate of passion and emotion that we neither one could deny. Chapter 11 - Kenyon We ended up on my bed, mostly because Kam's things were still all over his. Turned on as I always was by Tony's thick hairiness it couldn't compare to the thrill of my twin brother's smooth muscular body pressed against my own....the feel of his thick 9-incher buried down my throat just like mine was in his. Tony told me about a guy he knew who could suck his own cock, and I figure this is the closest thing there could be to that. After all, Kameron was truly identical to me in every way, right down to the thick veins that ran up the shaft of his fat dick. He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them, just as I did his, and I followed his lead by shoving first one and then two fingers up his chute. I can always tell when Tony's going to shoot his load, something about the way his balls draw up just as he's ready to erupt. With Kameron though, I just sensed it, knew instinctively that he would shoot exactly at the same instant that I did. We flooded one another all the way down to our bellies, then lay there wrapped in one another's arms for some time before either of us said anything. Kameron spoke first. "Wow!" he said "that was incredible!" He turned around in the bed and we kissed again, long and hard. I told him about the first night I was with Tony, when we just sat on that sofa and touched one another for hours. "Yeah well, I don't intend to settle for that!" Kameron said, telling me right up front that he wanted more than my fingers up his ass. Because I'm older (by 3 minutes) I've always been the more aggressive of the two of us. It stood to reason then that I'd be the first one to fuck him. Over the course of the next several hours though, we each took turns being on the giving and the getting end of cock up the ass. Good thing our parents' room was on the other side of the house from ours or they'd have known what was going on between us. I remember a time back in high school when we seemed to be at odds all the time. That was back when Kameron was giving me all this grief over my drinking and smoking dope. The folks were really concerned about how we were fighting, but I doubt that this was exactly what they had in mind for their twin sons. Kam and I spent the entire weekend reveling in one another, both of us commenting that we might not be satisfied any longer by the slightly smaller cocks of our respective lovers. "Well, I don't know about you brother" Kameron said to me "but with all that hair that Skip's got he could have a little pencil dick and still excite the hell out of me". "I know just how you feel!" I told him back, and I think he was a little jealous of the fact that Tony had hair on his back and shoulders that Skip apparently didn't have. Then again, I pointed out that Tony was 10 years older than the three of us, and that Skip might not be finished developing his full body coat yet. "Hell, your roomie may end up like a grizzly, putting my Tony to shame!" Chapter 12- Kameron It wasn't until I was back on the train that his comment hit me. He'd referred to Skip at some point becoming a "grizzly" just as Skip had once alluded to his uncle as a real "bear" of a man, much hairier than he was. There were only a couple of weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas break, where I'd be home for about 4 weeks. I'd been dreading that time away from Skip, but now I realized that there was something almost as good right there at home. Only problem was that Tony Mariano would be back in town then too and I'd have to share my hot brother with his older, hairier lover. Over the time between the two holiday breaks, over phone calls to make the details of the arrangements we figured out how the four of us could get together for a week of skiing (and fucking of course). Imagine our total shock when Skip and Tony arrived at the Aspen condo within minutes of one another. I saw the similarity immediately when Tony came in the door, certainly understood what my brother saw in this hunk and couldn't wait to get my own hands on him. Before I even got a chance to say anything though, Skip rang the bell and everything fell together. "Well I'll be god-damned!" Tony said as he recognized his nephew at the door. A.J. what the hell are you doing here?" Skip said, and all of a sudden the two of them and the two of us all started talking at the same time. A.J. of course stands for Anthony Joseph, and the fact that Skip's last name wasn't Mariano was because Tony was related to him through his mother, a woman who's name changed when she married Skip's father. Glad as I was to see Skip again after our short Christmas separation I couldn't wait to get at Tony. Yeah, Kenyon and I had shared everything since before birth. so it stood to reason that we would neither one have a problem with sharing our outside fuck-buddies. Over the course of the week we did it in every possible combination that four horny, hairy, muscular cock-loving, men could imagine.... ....and a few that you'd probably have trouble imagining!