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Evidently, back when they were my age my dad and his twin brother looked so much alike that even their mother sometimes couldn't tell them apart....until they opened their mouth anyway. Then the difference between them became immediately obvious, because of their almost totally different personalities. Now it's easy to tell them apart because my ultra-conservative bank-president father always wears an expensive toupee while my high school teacher/coach uncle Rod has gone almost completely bald and couldn't give a shit. He may have lost most of the hair on his head, but the rest of his body certainly made up for it. No shit, he's about as hairy as a bear ....and built like one as well. For all I know my dad is also, but I can't remember the last time I saw him wearing anything but a three-piece suit. Hell, even when I was a little kid he'd usually be gone to the office on Saturday and Sunday and on special occasions like Christmas he'd have on a pair of pajamas underneath a robe when he came out of his den to join us for opening gifts. The backs of his hands though are really heavily coated, so I can only imagine he's as hairy as his more obvious identical twin. No shit, uncle Rod seems to almost flaunt his hairiness. At school he wears the regulation athletic department "uniform" of a white t-shirt and fire- engine red shorts. Thick tufts of dark hair poke out the neck and arm openings, and the fringe of hair around his ears seems to extend right down his neck into the back of his shirt. His legs are also really thickly blanketed. I've never had him in class until this past yeear but I've sort of made up for lost time lately. Okay, here's the deal. I'm one of those kids with a late birthday, meaning that I wasn't able to start kindergarten until I was almost six years old. That meant that I turned eighteen just a few weeks into my senior year. My next to last class of the day was gym with Uncle Rod, and he got really pissed at some guy in class and made us do push-ups all period. As I left the locker room hhe called me in and apologize to me for doing that. I rationalized that his rules and regulations had been broken and we deserved to be punished. "Yeah well that ass-hole Simons deserved it, but not most of the class. Certainly not you Denny" he said, then he offered to make it up to me by writing me a pass from study hall and giving me an early lift home. "C'mon if you can't take advantage of your uncle pulling some strings there's no point in having me here" he said. He scribbled a pass for me out of study hall and told me to meet him out at his car in the faculty parking lot. It was a warm Indian summer day and when I opened the door of his new Corvette I saw that he'd changed out of his "uniform" into a pair of tattered cut-offs (slit up the side) and a muscle tank top that exposed most of his upper body. Like I said, he almost seemed to flaunt his hairy muscular body. Once off school property he reached into the console between our seats and offered me a cigarette. "No, I'm trying to quit" I joked, and he laughed, saying he didn't really need one either. As he replaced the cigarettes to the console though, I couldn't help but stare at his incredibly hairy forearm and hands. Jesus, this guy was like a fuckin' ape! Inside his apartment he apologized for the air-conditioning being on the fritz and suggested I grab us a couple of beers ("I won't tell your folks if you won't" he'd said) while he went to the john. I sat down on the sofa amid mounds of newspaper, dirty clothes and plates with crusted food attached (perhaps permanently?). I glanced down and saw something that I couldn't believe! It was a Playgirl magazine with big naked men in it. I knew my uncle would be embarrassed if he knew I'd seen it. One of his many girlfriends must've left it there. My uncle never married, but his reputation was legendary. Rumor was that during the last five years there had been three football team members who were his illegitimate children, fathered when he was student teaching there, or right after he first started teaching. No one could prove it (without paternity tests) but that was the legend. It never even occurred to me that my uncle might be gay, but as I heard the sound of him taking a piss in the bathroom I couldn't help but notice yet another magazine beneath the stack of newspapers. I opened it up to the center page and saw three guys, one big and hairy with his huge cock up this blond kid's ass while the blond sucked on the cock of a black guy standing before him. I wasn't totally naive! I knew from health class that it was possible to have oral and anal sex, but I never figured that guys who looked like in this magazine would do something like what I saw. I must've been a little preoccupied by the next few glossy pages of cock-sucking and butt- fucking because I didn't even hear that my uncle had stopped pissing and was standing right behind me. "Pretty hot huh?" he said, and I dropped the magazine back onto the floor, stuttering and stammering uncontrollably. "I...well....um...I didn't mean to....uh...well, um....somebody must've left.....uh....I just wondered... what.." He started laughing at my obvious discomfort and that's the first I noticed that he'd shed his tank-top and cut-offs and was wearing only a very old pair of athletic department shorts, faded so that they were no longer fire-engine red. "Nobody left this here, it's mine" he said, admitting that he enjoyed looking at guys fucking another. "Looks like you like it too" he said, and I asked him what made him think that. "Jesus Denny, you're throwing a hard-on as big as anything I've ever seen!" and before I could stop him (as if I really wanted to stop him) he reached down and put his hand right on my crotch. "Why don't you let your uncle Rod help you with your rod?" he suggested, and he dropped to his knees right in front of me. It all happened so fast there wasn't time to think about what was happening. He took my entire cock into his mouth and started sucking it and I looked down to see his bald head bobbing back and forth on it. I think I lasted less than a minute before I blasted a load of spunk down his throat. He gulped and swallowed hard, draining me completely. Then he stood up and put his mouth right up to mine, his tongue shoving between my lips and I tasted the flavor of my own cum in his mouth. While we kissed I felt his rugged hairiness against me and wrapped my arms around his broad back to pull him closer, feeling his erection against my own again hard cock. It didn't take long for me to convince him to fuck me (I even made it sound like it was my idea!) and his huge cock practically ripped me in two before I relaxed and let it slide all the way so that I felt his thick pubic bush rubbing up against my smooth ass. Later on, nuzzling against his incredibly hairy chest I asked him if he thought I'd ever look like him and he related that by my age he was pretty well coated. "Never know though, you might start to sprout soon, but it sort of looks like you take after your mom's family in that regard!" "Speaking of your mom, you'd better call and let your folks know where you are" he said, and I realized that I'd missed dinner (several hours ago already) while Uncle Rod fucked me senseless. As it turns out, she'd just walked in the door when I called, and my dad was still at a business meeting. I told her I'd ridden home with Uncle Rod and he'd fed me there. I didn't bother to tell just what it was that he "fed" to me. Since it was late she had no problem with me just staying at Rod's for the night. "Have a good night's sleep honey" she said, and I assured her I would, although I doubted that there'd be much in the way of sleep happening during this "good night". After that first time Rod and I did it whenever possible. I remember one day walking down the hallway and seeing him approach from the other end. We met right in front of the faculty restroom and he pulled me inside where he locked the door behind us and I sucked his cock right there. He wrote me a permanent pass out of study hall, so almost every day after gym class I either went to his office where he pumped his big cock into me on top of the desk, or we went back to his place. Not one to be selfish, he was almost as eager to take my cock up his ass as he was to plow into mine. "You may never be hairy like me, but you sure as hell got the Reed cock!" he said, causing my head to swell almost as much as my thick 9-incher as it slipped up into the hairy chute of his muscular ass-hole. I couldn't believe how great it was to be fucked by him, and my only regret was that it was not my dad doing it with me. I didn't ever tell Rod that, but on those rare occasions that I saw my dad at dinner or for a few minutes on a weekend I constantly caught myself fantasizing about him, wondering if he was truly identical in every way to his twin brother. I knew Rod always went to the state wrestling championships in late February and I suggested that maybe I could go with him this year. "Hey Denny, I've got a better idea" he said, saying that he'd take Friday off like he always did but he wouldn't go to the tourrnament. Instead he'd preten to be my dad and call me in sick and I would go to his place from Friday morning and stay all weekend. We'd tell my folks I was going along with him to the wrestling championships. "That'll give us three days to fuck each other silly!" he said, "What do you think?" I spent the rest of that week aching (literally) for Friday morning to come. My dad left at his usual 6:15 time and mom kissed me goodbye for the weekend before she left for her volunteer day at the hospital. I threw just a few things into a bag.....hell, I knew I wouldn't need any clothes...and headed for Rod's place. "Did you call me in sick..."dad"" I asked him, and he shot me a look of concern, then must've remembered how he'd pretended to be my father when he called me in. "Oh yeah, you're covered kid" he told me. "Hey Rod, did you get a haircut?" I asked him, and he admitted that he'd just gone in for a trim the previous evening after dropping me off at home. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled his face to mine, kissing him hard on the mouth and tugging on his tongue with my mouth. "Oh shit Rod, nobody's got a tongue like you!" I said, adding that I liked his new after shave. "Why'd you shave this morning though if you knew I was coming over? You know how I love to feel your rough whiskers against my ass. Now we'll have to wait for a couple of hours for you to get that wonderful sandpapery feeling on your face". "Oh sorry, force of habit I suppose!" he said, and I realized that by the time I usually saw Rod toward the end of the day he always had a good start toward a 5 o'clock shadow. I'm sure my dad was the same way, except that he kept a portable razor in his briefcase and used it every day right before lunch. "So what'll we do first big guy?" I asked him, running my hand over the huge hairy expanse of his chest and then lower to his furry belly. "I can hardly wait to have you fuck my ass today Rod. I missed you last night but mom made a big fuss about me staying home since I'd be gone all weekend." "Was your dad home?" Rod asked, and I laughed. "Are you kidding? I heard his big black Mercedes pull in around midnight" What I didn't tell my uncle Rod was that I had this almost overwhelming urge to run down the stairs to meet my dad, offer to get him a drink and then beg him to fuck me until I passed out. "What do you think your dad would say if he knew about us?" Rod asked, and I said my up-tight, straight-laced, bank-president old man would probably shit a brick and then run me out of the house if he had any idea what Rod and I had been doing for the past several months. "Aw c'mon, I know your dad pretty well. I'll bet he'd understand" Rod said, and I argued that. I almost let it slip out just how hot I was to make it with my dad, but managed to hold off as Rod leaned forward and kissed my neck, then shoved his tongue into my ear and whispered filthy suggestions to me. We've never gotten into anything kinky, other than him dressing up in leather bikers clothes and having me pretend I was a twelve-year old runaway. In that fantasy we'd actually sit on his big old Harley with my hand down the front of his pants while he pretended to drive down the interstate. Then we'd pretend to check into a truck-stop where about fifteen different truckers would take turns fucking my ass. Of course uncle Rod played all 15 of those parts. His shoulders and back seemed even hairier than normal to me that morning, and he explained it by saying that he'd just gotten out of the shower when I arrived. "You know how it is when you get your hair wet and can't control it!" he said, and I made it a point of saying that I certainly had no idea how it was to have a thick body coat like him either in or out of control. "You really get off on my hairy body don't you kid?" he said, and I told him I could spend hours licking and tugging on every thick hair that blankets him. That's just what I did too, until we could neither one maintain control any longer. When he shoved his big cock into me that first time I shouted out that he felt even bigger than normal and I blasted my first load right then, splattering a huge amount of white spunk all over his hairy belly and chest. By midnight Friday I lost count of how many times he'd fucked me. Saturday and Sunday were a continuation of that first day, with each penetration of my ass-hole more satisfying than the one before. He spent plenty of time with his knees up to his chest as well, giving me access to the hairiest ass-hole I've ever imagined. It seemed even more thickly and densely coated than normal and I drew attention to it as I spit out a mouth full of ass-hair. By Sunday evening I was losing my mind. I couldn't imagine ever feeling like I did right then, and I told Rod that I loved him. I suggested that we talk to my folks about letting me move in with him on a permanent basis but we couldn't figure out a reason for me to do that other than to come right out and admit that we'd been fucking for months. "I've got a confession for you unc" I said, and I truly intended to tell him how I'd been wanting to make it with my dad lately but that after this last weekend I couldn't imagine anything better than his cock up my ass. Suddenly the door to his apartment opened and I heard a familiar voice say "Honey, I'm home! I picked up your rug at the cleaners on my way!" I looked up to see my uncle Rod standing in the doorway holding a toupee in his hand. Judging by the way he was dressed, there was no doubt that this was Rod. "Did it work brother, did he fall for it?" Rod asked, and I suddenly realized that I'd been had (in more ways than one). Rod joined us on the bed and we re-enacted that shot from his gay porno magazine.....the one with the young guy up on all fours while this big hairy dude (my dad) fucked his ass and while he sucked the cock of the other guy (uncle Rod) standing before him. It was only the first of many such couplings that the three of us had, and it was only a matter of time before I was able to accommodate both of them up my ass simultaneously. I asked Rod how he knew that I was so hot for my dad and how he knew to arrange for this little surprise. He laughed and explained that he had no idea I wanted to make it with his twin. "I did this for Rob. He's been asking me for weeks to swap places with me so that he could fuck you instead of me fucking you". "Wait a minute, you've known all along that Uncle Rod and I......?" I asked and my dad nodded his head. "We've never kept any secrets from one another. Hell, Rod and I share everything!" "Everything?" I asked, and Rod explained that the two of them had been doing it since ....well since they were both very young. My mother hasn't seemed to catch on to the fact that the three of us (Dad, Rod and I) have been spending a lot of time together. The weekend at the cabin up north was truly incredible, but no more so than that long weekend that Rod and I joined dad in Miami for that bankers convention that had been scheduled for months (but to which he never bothered to go). Okay, here it is, three years later and things just get better and better. Dad's turned the day-to- day running of the bank over to his vice-presidents and Rod's taking a year off teaching...supposedly to keep from "burning out". Hell, the only reason he might burn out is that the three of us almost never stop fucking. Mom has decided to pursue her real estate career with a vengeance so she's seldom home until very late at night. I've taken a couple of classes per semester at the local junior college but honestly have better things to do with my time, if you catch my drift. Dad quit wearing the toupee, and to tell you the truth there's times I don't know which of them I'm having sex with. If I'm lucky I'm with both of them, and frankly I don't give a shit which is which. One's just as good as the other!