Twins on Summer Hols - 1. Chapter 1

I love living in Laguna Beach; but to be perfectly honest with you: it's not really like the show `The O.C.' Well, I guess that is not entirely
true: it is a bit. The first time I tried parallel parking was between a Ferrari and a BMW. I was terrified; but seeing those kinds of cars is
pretty commonplace here. It's funny, when my cousins come to visit they are always looking around, aghast at the vast number of Mercedes, Lexus(es?) (I'm actually not sure what the plural form of Lexus is, which I guess is a bit queer because they always seem to come in pairs). Anyway, that is neither here nor there. I am writing this to tell you about what happened last summer, when I was 16-years-old. But before I do, I should probably
describe myself. I am about 5'9" and weigh 140 pounds. I am pretty trim because I play soccer at my school. I wouldn't say I have the greatest body
in the world, I don't really like working out so I don't have a defined 6-pack or anything; but I do have pretty big pecs from doing loads of
press-up and pull-up at training. I have fairly long brown hair (which my girlfriends say I must straighten because there is no way it could be like
it is otherwise; but I can assure you I don't do anything like that) and I have dark brown eyes.

I live in a house on the beach and it's brilliant. I spend my whole summer surfing in the mornings and working in a beach shop during the days. At
night, my mates and I usually have bond-fire and roast hotdogs. Our neighbours leave for the summer months so they can hire-out their house at
exorbitant prices to rich holidaymakers who don't want to stay in hotels. They make a mint; it's amazing how much people will pay to spend a
week in Laguna.

There are all sorts of people who stay next door in one week increments. My bedroom is ideally located to see into the neighbour's house which,
conveniently, has loads of large windows strategically scattered about the place. The thing you have to understand is that beach houses are really
close together and from my vantage point, I can see into the bedroom across the way and into the living room. It's brilliant for spying; but don't get
the wrong idea. This is not a Rear Window situation. I don't look in on people with my binoculars. It's just if I happen to casually glance over
and see something worth looking at, I watch. It's like having a real-life soap opera to tune into. Okay, so maybe it is a bit Rear Window.

The family that came to stay on the first Friday in August seemed nice enough and had twins who looked about 17-years-old. They were absolutely
beautiful. It was amazing. I saw them bringing in their stuff when they arrived and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were absolutely
identical, which was odd because usually you can tell twins apart if you look close enough. Their hair was a sort of sandy blonde and their shirts
hung loosely over taught muscles. They had vivid and alert eyes that danced across their faces and their irises were a piercing pale blue. I don't
really know if `pale blue' is quite the right way to describe them, really. They were more the way I would imagine an electric current looking,
if you could see one -- like a sharp and crisp piece of ice might be more accurate. They were radiant.

I was elated to see that the two of them took the bedroom opposite mine, which was a bit surprising because it only had one king-size bed in it. I
suppose it was not much for twins to share a bed, they had once shared a womb. I remember thinking: `ha, they are going to be womb-mates' and
marvelling at the depths to which my lame sense of humour was capable of sinking. It is a wonder I have any friends who are nice enough tolerate
me and my ridiculous word-play.

Anyway, I crouched at the corner of my window and watched as the two unpacked their things. They were clearly in high sprits as they fought over
who got which drawer and it quickly turned into fight wherein they pelted each other with their socks and underwear like they were snowballs. After
the barrage subsided, one clearly claiming victory by forcing the other into a formidable headlock, they put their things away and changed into
beachwear. As they stripped off their shirts, my heart fluttered. Both had deep grooves that seemed to be chiselled into their pale chests. I had
never seen abs so deep or well-defined. It looked like if you were to hold a hose over their toned bodies the trickles of water would all follow the
indentations of their chest muscles like river carving its way to the sea. I wouldn't say that either looks particularly buff, so the two must have been swimmers.

Their bodies were in perfect proportion. If they had been born 800 years ago, they would have been models -- their beauty and youth forever
preserved in cold marble, sculpted by the hands of the masters.

Their cocks seemed to dance with each lithe movement. Oddly enough, one seemed to be circumcised whist the other was not. Well, I suppose it would not have been so difficult to tell them apart after all.

Their pubic bush was the same golden colour as their hair and looked like a lion's mane. It was course and thick, but the rest of their bodies appeared
to be smooth and clean, perhaps coated in a fine blonde hair too difficult to distinguish from this distance.

Naturally, neither was erect so it was impossible to estimate size, but their certainly had me aroused to my full 7 inches. As the two dressed, I
felt my nibble fingers feel their way to my rod and gently squeezing at my purple helmet. The two left, playing silly buggers, with towels draped
across their broad shoulders.

My throbbing erection had not yet subsided before I dashed to my wardrobe to put on my own board shorts, and I hurried out the door, grabbing my
skimboard and followed the family to the beach, which was just a few houses down from ours.

I kept my distance as I watched the family of four stake-out a place on the crowded beach. I laid my own towel close by -- so as to continue my
observation of the pair. Now, don't misinterpret my actions: I am not purely a creepy stalker. I just like people and I fully intended to meet
the two Adonis(es?) (again, not sure what the plural of Adonis would be, but you follow my meaning). I am a pretty good surfer and teenagers who
come on holiday are always eager to learn how to surf, and I am always willing to lend my services. Now, I really hope you are not thinking I am a
twat who gets his jollies exchanging surf lessons for blowies -- I really just like meeting new people and spending time with them. If they just
happen to be fetching and provide me with some images for my mental wank-bank then so be it.

I was intrigued by these twins. The only other twins I knew were my younger cousins. It was amazing to see these twins who looked so similar, but the
more I observed them, the more I could tell them apart. They moved differently and one seemed to have a more domineering personality whist the
other seemed more passive and happy-go-lucky. Not that I meant either in a negative way, they just had different personalities -- as one would expect;
they are different people after all.

The twins took off for the water and I followed them at a leisurely pace. It was clear that they were intent on body surfing, which was quite alright by me.

It was clear they had been to the coast before, because they swam out to a good spot to wait for a wave. Thankfully, it was in-between sets and the
water was still. They talked as I swam out to them. I was about 3 metres away, and just treading water by myself for about 5 minutes until I got
closer, honing in on them like a shark; but obviously I was more interested in making friends then I was in eating them. After another 5 or so minutes
of being in their presence, I made my move.

`How have the waves been today?' I asked.

`Don't know, we just got here.' One of them said in an accent I couldn't place.

`Oh, well, there is meant to be a big swell coming in so I am hoping it should be good. I just got off work and came out. You guys live here?'

`No, we are on holiday,' the other said. 'But we are staying up the street.'

`Cool,' I said, `I'm just on 17th street. Where are you, then?'

`Um, I don't really remember,' the one said was a cute smile stretching across his lips. The twins were obviously really nice and social guys.

`It's um, that one,' the other said pointing to 17th street.'

`Oh, that's random, that's where I live too. Mine is the yellow one. 1998'

`You're kidding; I think we might be neighbours.'

`That's really funny,' I said even though it wasn't really that funny, `I'm Will.'

`Nice to meet you, Will, I'm Erik and he's Anton.'

Just then I saw a wave just about to break.

`Excuse me for a second,' I said as I swam with the wave and caught it perfectly. It wasn't a great wave so both the twins both missed it. This
was going perfectly, I was playing the part of the `cool' local and I knew that they would want to get to know me better.

After I rode the wave into the shore I swam out to the twins.

`Sorry about that,' I said jocularly, `but when you see a break you got to take it; right?'

The twins laughed in agreement and I caught the next wave as well, which again passed the two of them by and after riding it, I swam back to them.

`Wow, mate, you are quite good,' Anton said.

`It just takes practise,' I said.

The three of us kept talking and catching waves, I gave them a few pointers. Erik was much better than Anton and I could tell he was getting frustrated.

`Hey, I think I am going to call it a day. Maybe I will do better in the morning,' Anton said.

`No, come on mate, I don't want to go back yet and you know Mum won't let me stay out here on my own.'

I decided to interject and asked Anton if he had ever tried skimboarding. He said he hadn't and I told him he could try it out on my board. The three of us headed in and I went off to get my board, which I had hidden under my towel. As I walked back to the family I heard the twins telling their parents about this cool guy they had just met and I beamed as I walked over to them carrying the small wooden board under my arm.

The twins hadn't dried off and the water on their taught skin seemed to glisten in the hot summer sun. Their legs flexed and striated to support them on the uneven surface and rippled from the effort. Their board shorts clung tightly to their thighs and it made their legs look like straight trees. It was amazing how beautifully angular their bodies were. Each muscle was perfectly defined and their sweet accent made the words that formed on their lips feel like warm honey in my ears.

They introduced me to their parents and the three of us made our way back to the water. We stopped at the shoreline and I showed Anton how to use the skimboard. I threw it on the wet sand and ran after it -- jumping on it when I was close enough and went skimming into the waves before jumping off. Anton's eyes went wide.

`It's all yours,' I said and stood back watching as the strong muscles of his arms threw out the board and his beautiful legs propelled him forward with the grace and dignity of a swan. I loved the way all of the muscles in his body seemed to work in perfect tandem. He jumped off and a broad smile crossed his lips, showing his white teeth. I had never seen anyone take to skimming to quickly.

`That was brilliant!' Anton screamed.

`I think you've made a friend for life,' Erik said laughing.

`I'm glad to hear it,' I said echoing Erik's laugh, `but if something happens to it, I'm afraid I am going to have to break every bone in your body. BFF or not.'

Anton promised to be careful and I wasn't really worried, there was really nothing he could do to it. I mean, it was a piece of polished wood, what
could possibly happen? Happily Erik and I swam off into the breaking waves leaving Anton behind to play on the skimboard.

Anton and I had a brilliant time body surfing before we headed back in. We had to practically carry Anton back in kicking and screaming. He said he
had never had more fun in his life. I told Anton he could hold onto my board, mostly because I thought I would have to pry it from his fingers
otherwise and I promised to meet the two of them back at the beach the next morning so I could teach Erik how to surf on a proper surfboard. I offered
to teach Anton as well; but he said that he would prefer to perfect, what he called `his ninja techniques on the skimmboard.' I laughed and said that
next we would be using his hand-held Sega to tell the future; but he didn't get the reference and just gave me a strange look as the two of them walked off to join their parents.

`Meet at my place at 7.00 tomorrow, Erik,' I said, `I'll teach you how to use my surfboard; and it's going to start with you carrying it.'

`I can't wait,' he called over his shoulder laughing.

Anton turned around, still clutching my skimboard to his chiselled chest and thanked me again for letting me use it. I smiled and waved back.

* * *

I couldn't help but look into their window that night; it was directly across from mine after all. I really don't think you can fault me for that. Okay, well, I should probably admit that I did take my tea in my room with my eyes locked on the window looking into their room -- so I suppose I can be slightly slighted for that.

I watched as Erik and Anton got undressed and ready for bed. I don't know what I thought I would see. They played silly buggers -- wasting time and having fun before finally getting into the large bed together. What took my breath away was the fact that neither could be bothered to dress for bed. Both beautiful boys slept in the nude --which did seem a bit odd considering they were sharing the bed. I guess it really shouldn't be, if you think about it. It's not as if they didn't know what the other looked liked naked -- the house was full of mirrors.

The two lay in bed and the soft linen sheets were gently draped across their muscular bodies. I watched as their chests gently rose and fell in accordance with their measured breath. But then I noticed something. There was a strange rustling under the sheet, it looked like they were rubbing each other's cocks under the covers -- but it couldn't be.

A cheeky smile crossed Anton's lips and slowly the sheet descended exposing the defined torsos of the two boys. They were lying on their backs, one hand grasping the cock of the other. Slowly their hands moved up and down the other's thick shaft. From my vantage point, it looked even as if the bulging veins that ran the length of their shafts were the same.

Skilfully, they moved their hands up and down the shafts, which the lubricated by spitting into their hands; but the saliva might not have been necessary as what looked like a river of clear pre-cum began to flow freely from their helmets. The fluid ran down the length of their shafts and was rubbed into the skin by their strong hands which moved slowly and purposefully up and down the cocks. Everything they did, they did in perfect symmetry. Whenever one would change his grip, so too would the other. In some ways it must have felt like they were stroking their own cocks -- only it was different. I remembered something my cousins, the twins, told me: being a twin is like being more than one person; but less than two. Looking at Erik and Anton made me realise how true that must have been as each worked the cock of the over boy in exactly the same way that his own cock was being stimulated.

For my part, my trousers were around my ankles and I was furiously stroking my cock which was dripping pre-cum onto the floor. I watched as four round bollocks bounced in perfect unison across the way. I could see that the two were in the thralls of passion -- this was more than a simple mutual wank between two people. Their lips snarled and I could almost hear their silent moans. Their hips rocked up and down and the lean muscles of their torsos flexed and contracted with each movement. Their abs became ever more defined and ridged as their breathing quickened. It was clear that their
climax was imminent. I could see their toes curl under the light linen and with a collective moan, they shoot volley after volley of hot cum onto
their chests. The last amounts of their hot spunk seemed to dribble out the tips of their cock and ran down their hands. At the same time they both
turned their heads and looked into the other's eyes and smiled.

They continued to lay there, their bare chests covered in cum; the two totally absorbed in their mutual their pleasure. Erik got up and retrieved a sock from the floor. He wiped his beautiful chest with it. When he did, he turned to my window. I realised my lights were on; but I was confident that he couldn't see me crouching in my corner. He turned to the bed and used the same sock to clean up his brother's chest before dropping the soggy thing onto the floor and crawling into the large bed with his contended twin.

* * *

The next morning Erik was at my door with a radiant smile plastered across his face. I led him to the garage and told him to take down the two boards which hung on hoods above my car. For a moment, I felt pangs of guilt for what I have seen last night; but they were quickly forgotten as my eyes travelled down the contours of Erik's beautiful back.

Anton was waiting for us next door, and the three of us walked down to the beach were we out our towels down. I told Erik that I wanted to go over some stuff before we got in the water and he eagerly gave me his attention; but Anton seeing the waves crash against the beach took off with my skimboard yelling something into the wind that was inaudible by the time it reached our ears but sounded something like: `kaygusbiseeulater'. Erik and I laughed as I began the lesson.

I went over how to pop up and stand and stood behind Erik, with my hands on his hips and showed him how to lower his centre of gravity. I could smell
his musk and placing my hands on the taught skin of his torso was begin to get me aroused so I cut the lesson a bit short and the two of us his the
water. I straddled my board and gave him tips. He was a fast study and was doing pretty well by the time we decided to head back in a few hours
later. Again, we had to pry Anton away from the water; but the thought of lunch proved to be too tempting for him and was enough to get him to agree
to come back in an hour's time. Erik complained about the exorbitant cost of eating at any of the places on the beach. I said that we could go back
to mine and fix something and the two were quite content with that plan.

After our appetites were sated, the twins asked to go and see my room so I led them upstairs. They admired my posters and then commented on how well I must have been able to see into their room last night. I played the fool; but they saw through it. They knew that I had watched; and they had
something in mind.

`Well, seeing as you have already sort of opened the door; we thought we might be a good objective participant to help us settle a bet,' Anton said.

`You see,' Erik said cutting in, `we have always argued about who gives a better blowie, and we thought we would both do it on you and then you could
settle it for us one and for all. You see we trust your judgement.'

I didn't know what to say so I just stared back at the two blankly

`Oh,' Anton said, `and we should probably mention that you don't really
have a choice in the matter.'

`You got something we can use for a blindfold?' Erik asked as he began to rummage through my clothes. He settled on a soccer-sock and said: `This
will do. You mind lying down on the bed, please?'

I couldn't believe what was going on and I was utterly terrified. First I was horrified that they had seen my spying on them and now this! I was
completely in their power and there was not really much I could do about it. Furthermore, I was incredibly aroused. Erik tired the sock around my
eyes and the world went dark. I could feel his strong hands push me back against the bed and my legs dangled over the side.

I felt fleet flingers grasp at my board shorts and then a rush of air as they were quickly pulled to the floor. I had no doubt that my cock was completely erect.

`Well, at least he has given us a lot to work with,' one joked.

`Okay,' the other said, `now you can't tell us apart by voice, right?'

`No,' I responded.

`Good, then let's get this going. This is Person A, who will go first, so remember how it is and then you are going to compare it to Person B who will go later.'

Before I could even answer, I could feel hot lips pressed against my helmet until the purple head of my cock was completed inside the moist mouth of
Person A. He didn't continue down my shaft; but rather focused on the tip of my prick alone. Slowly he ran his warm tongue around the tip going in
slow anti-clockwise circles. He flicked at the little flap of skin on the underside of my knob. His lips were not pressed too tightly against my
prick, so I could feel his warm and moist breath as it travelled down the length of my shaft which now began to pulsate.

Then I felt long spindling fingers wrap around the base of my prick. They held my cock rather like a pencil -- between the thumb, pointer and middle
finger and slowly began to ascend my tick, veiny, shaft. Applying constant pressure the fingers in their odd formation moved up and down my
shaft. With each upward pull they pressed against his soft, supple lips which were curled gingerly around the head of my cock.

Whist he was still stroking my shaft with his fingers, his tongue continued to lick its way around my head -- now in a clockwise movement. His fleet
fingers stroked up and down the pulsating length of my meat going faster and faster. The pace of his tongue too increased making faster circles
around the tip of my prick. He was panting and his hot breath cascaded down my prick and spread warmth over my exposed flesh.

My bollocks retracted and I felt my hips, involuntarily, begin to gyrate on the bed. He locked his lips around my helmet and began to suck, as if on a
straw, whist his fingers moved faster and faster up and down the length of my cock. Finally I came and he sucked down volley after volley of my hot
spunk. He released my prick from his mouth and it began to deflate against my lean lower body.

`well, looks like it will take awhile before you get a go,' Person A said.

`Yes,' he answered quizzically, `whatever can we do to pass the time?'

The sock was still tied around my eyes when I felt their strong hands on my shoulders and together they pulled me up so that I sat on the edge of the
bed.

`It only seems fair they because we are both blowing you, that you should blow us as well. Don't you think?'

`Well, I guess it does,' I managed to mutter, my head still swimming in a fog of confusion and exhilaration.

The twins must have both put one leg on the side of the bed and kept one on the floor because I could feel their warm bodies press up against me on
both sides. I could feel their thick cocks as they brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and both gently slid their rods over my quivering
lips. Both helmets were inside my mouth and I could almost taste their sweaty essence. I did my best to close my lips around the shafts, but it
was not without difficultly. Both cocks were at an angle to my mouth and it was hard to make any kind of seal.

I dragged my tongue over both tips making a figure-8 as I encircled the both of them. In tandem, they moved their cocks slowly in and out of my
mouth. I was only able to take in a few inches but my tongue continued to caress their heads and the two crocks were rubbing against each other --
sliding quickly and easily because of my saliva.

It didn't take long for the two to start bucking against me when the thralls of their orgasms enveloped them. Both began to shoot load after
loads of hot, white spunk into my mouth. I swallowed it all. When their erections began to subside, they took them from my mouth. One ran his
fingers through my long hair and the other gave me a kiss on the cheek.

`That was really special,' one said.

`Thank you,' said the other after kissing me.

I tried to gather my composure, remember, I was still blindfolded.

`Well, I think I still have one more to evaluate,' I said. I had somehow become more comfortable with the arrangement and I lay back on the bed, my legs still dangling over the side.

The next twin, Person B, began his interpretation of the blowjob almost immediately. I was already completely erect, and he started to trace the
bulging veins on my cock with his hot wet tongue. I have maybe 3 or 4 large veins that run the length of my thick prick and he ran his tongue up and
down each one with meticulous precision following them from the base all the way to their individual ends somewhere towards the end of my now
throbbing cock.

He had one hand wrapped tightly around the base of my rod. This made me even harder and my veins perturbed ever more from my shaft which quivered when his breath touched the trail of saliva that now followed the groove and contours created by each vein.

After about 5 minutes of this, he engulfed my cock -- taking in every last inch until I could feel his nose nestle against my pubic hair. He slowly
lifted his head until only the tip of my cock remained in his mouth -- kept inside by the tight seal formed by his warm lips. Then he descended -- down
again to the base of my shaft taking it all inside his warm mouth. He continued to ride my pole up and down and increased his pace. I could feel
as my throbbing meat slid past his soft tongue on its way back into the dark cavity of his mouth.

I started to moan and he only increased the speed of his assault. I couldn't hold off anymore and with a grunt of pleasure I came again. When
he lifted his face away from my prick I physically and spiritually drained. This had been the most intense sexual encounter of my life. I
could hardly lift my head and in the darkness I could hear the voices of the twins who had just given me so much pleasure.

`Wow, I didn't know you could deep throat like that,' one said.

`Yeah, maybe I'll teach you sometime, bro,' the other said in a jocular tone.

`Okay, so Person A or Person B,' they both asked in perfect harmony.

I still had the sock around my eyes, but sat up on the side of the bed.

`You were both amazing,' I began, `but I guess Person B was better. I've never had anyone do anything like that before.'

`Shit.'

`Ha, you owe me an Irn Bru,' I presume Person B said in triumph.

Erik took off my sock/blindfold and I could see that both twins wore identical smiles. Alright, well, now that all that is sorted let's do some
more surfing. I smiled back and accepted his hand in getting up from the bed. I bent down and pulled up my board shorts, completely surprised that
none of this felt awkward in the least. The three of us headed out to the beach all of us looking forward to the rest of the day.