Gay Erotic Stories

“This isn’t what it looks like, Henrik, I swear,” Gunnar explained, although it was hard to confuse the issue with the sight of me on my back with my legs raised, and him with his fat, slimy dick sliding out of my arse.

“Funny, it looks like you just finished fucking him. What part did I get wrong?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean to. I brought him out to see the aurora. Then I brought him to see the spring. One thing led to another and we just ended up fucking.”

“Your dick just accidentally slid up his ass? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“No! Jesus, Henrik, what’s the big fucking deal?”

“I liked him! You knew that, but you decided to have your way with him anyway, just like you always do. That’s the big fucking deal!” Henrik stormed out of the alcove and Gunnar chased after him, wet and naked, into the cold Norwegian morning.

I was left alone and confused over the exchange between them. Obviously, I was the latest in a long line of men that Gunnar had “stolen” from his brother. And here I thought Henrik was mad because he found out his big, strapping brother was a fudge packer. “Curiouser and curiouser,” I thought as I stepped out of the water and got dressed.

When I got back to the lodge, Henrik was sitting alone on the sofa in front of the fireplace, sipping a cup of something hot.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked.

Henrik looked up at me and briefly pondered my question. Then he patted the cushion beside him and asked, “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, taking a seat by the warm fire.

Henrik walked off and came back with another mug of steaming tea. He handed me the cup and took a seat beside me. I wasn’t sure what to say and he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk anyway, so we sat silently in front of the crackling blaze.

“Where’s Gunnar?” I asked.

“Out,” Henrik answered with a shrug.

“Look, I didn’t mean to come between you and your brother,” I offered.

He didn’t answer immediately, nor did he look at me as he took another couple of sips. Finally, he said, “It’s not your fault. As much as I want to blame you, I know you had no idea what was going on.”

“What exactly IS going on?”

Henrik sighed into his mug. “I know you and I don’t have a relationship, but Gunnar knew I was attracted to you. That should have been enough to tell him to stay away, but it wasn’t. It never has been. Since we were little kids, Gunnar has always taken what he wants. First it was my toys, then it was my clothes, and now it’s my men. Most of the time, he just gets to them first. If I am lucky enough to get into a relationship with someone, he pretends to be me so he can sleep with him.”

“Why do you put up with it? Why do you hang around and let him abuse you like that?”

Henrik looked at me with years of hurt and pain. “He’s my brother… my twin brother. I love him, even if he does lie, cheat and steal.”

Being an only child, I couldn’t relate. “So that’s it? You just let him take your stuff and get away with it?”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know… take it back.”

“That’s okay when you’re talking about stuff, but it’s different when you’re talking about a person. I feel weird putting the poor, unsuspecting guy in the middle of our problem, so I usually just break it off and let Gunnar have his way.”

“What if the guy isn’t so unsuspecting?” I asked. Henrik looked at me with a puzzled wrinkle in his brow. “I know what’s going on,” I explained. “I’m already in the middle of it. So… take back what’s rightfully yours.”

Henrik still looked confused, or troubled, by what I was suggesting. I put my hand on his leg and his face showed signs of enlightenment. He put his hand on mine and leaned over to kiss me. For twins, they were nothing alike when it came to kissing. Where Gunnar was confident and gentle in his kissing style, Henrik was more clumsy and rough. I held his furry face in my hands and tried to take the lead. Maybe it was just my touch, but his awkward clumsiness was instantly transformed into passionate hunger. He sucked on my lips and tongue feverishly, as if his life depended on consuming me with his mouth. I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy blond hair and felt his fingers locked into mine.

Henrik leaned forward until I was on my back, pinned beneath his massive body. He ground his body against mine. I could feel his nipples poking me through his sweater, and his dick swelled and screamed to be released from his faded denim jeans. My own cock was throbbing and leaking inside the tight confines of my briefs.

In a tangle of body parts, we managed to wiggle out of our clothes so that I could feel his hard, hairy body against my hypersensitive skin. It was like déjà vu all over again as I explored Henrik’s body with my fingers. Physically, he was identical to his brother in every way -- from the soft coat of hair on his chest and stomach, to the bulging mass of muscles covering his body, down to the size of his big Norwegian meat.

I gave his hefty tool a good squeeze, much to Henrik’s grunting, groaning delight. My encounter with Gunnar was a bit hurried… and unfinished. I planned to take my time and enjoy everything Henrik had to offer.

“Sit back,” I commanded, “I want to suck on that thick slab of yours.”

Henrik had no problems following orders. He lifted his burly body off of mine and sat back in the couch. I crawled up on my hands and knees beside him, perched over his lap and wrapped my hands around his shaft again. We kissed as I stroked his cock to its thick-veined, crimson-hued fullness. Then my lips pulled away from his and charted a course down his neck, across his chest, along the furry trail down his stomach, to the thick blond patch between his legs. His cock felt hot against my cheek and I swear I could hear the blood pulsing through it.

I kissed the base of his cock and gave the shaft a few more strokes. I licked my way to the top, following the weaving path of a particularly thick blood vessel. Henrik shivered from the sensation of my tongue circling his retracted foreskin and thick purple glans. Ah, the pleasure of playing with an uncut men. I wrapped my lips around the head and gave his lengthy shaft a few more strokes of his lengthy shaft. In seconds, a steady stream of pre-cum started pouring onto my tongue. The more I sucked up, the more he spewed out.

Holding his dick firmly by the base, I started gobbling up his thick, juicy man-meat. He was too long and thick for me to take it all, but I got all but an inch down my throat. I looked up to see the expression on Henrik’s face. His eyes were rolling around behind his closed lids and his face was screwed up in sheer pleasure. I had to restrain his gyrating hips to keep him from choking me.

I began slowly bobbing up and down on his dick, sucking and slurping with all my might. I wanted to get it hard and wet for my greedy hole. My sucking got good to Henrik – brought out the aggressiveness in him. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started driving his cock in and out of my throat. He was face-fucking me powerfully that his spit-covered nuts lightly slapped against my chin with every thrust. This jaw-breaking activity continued for a while until I once again held onto his hips and took control of the situation.

Drooling and breathless, I pulled his cock out of my mouth. “You want this ass?” I asked, wiggling my hips and wiping the spit off my chin.

He never really responded, but the look in his eyes told me he what I needed to know. I assumed the position – bent over the back of the sofa with my ass proudly displayed. Henrik jumped up from the couch and took his place behind me. He grabbed two nice hands full of my firm ass and spread it open. The next thing I felt was his neatly trimmed moustache and beard rasping against the crack of my ass, and his tongue and lips lapping at my manhole. To my dismay, he didn’t spend much time eating me out. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him drop some spit on my exposed asshole then point his spit-soaked weapon at the dripping cavity. His horse dick slid in with very little resistance.

His brother had done a good job opening me up earlier and there was even some of Gunnar’s spunk up there to coat the way. I closed my eyes and hummed at the wonderful sensation of being filled up again by such a thick prick.

“That’s some load you dropped up there, little brother,” Henrik commented.

I opened my eyes and looked around to find Gunnar standing in front of me with a wicked grin on his face.

“You like my sloppy seconds, big bro?” Gunnar asked, giving his cock a lengthy tug through his jeans.

“Yeah, nice and tight without all the fuss and fight,” Henrik replied, working an inch or two of his cock in and out of my ass. “If I knew it would feel this good, I would’ve suggested we fool around together before.”

“You two have never messed around with the same guy before?” I asked, gently milking his cock with my ass.

Henrik moaned. “Nope, you’re our first, but I have a feeling you won’t be our last.”

I felt his cock thicken inside me, reawakening every nerve in my anus; and when he started working more of that fat prick in and out of my chute, I was moaning and growling like an animal. I was so caught up in the pleasure Henrik was giving me that I didn’t notice Gunnar zipping down his pants and pulling out his own fat beast. He pressed the half-soft slab of flesh against my lips. I stuck out my tongue and guided the monster into my mouth. I sucked and tongued his cock, making it swell inside my hot mouth until the head was poking against the back of my mouth. It kept growing and throbbing, pushing its way past my tonsil and down my throat.

On the other end, Henrik was slowly pumping me with the entire length of his prod. It seemed to take an eternity from the time his meat started its leisurely exit until I once again felt his downy bush against my ass cheeks and his balls nestled against mine. I usually like it a little rough, but there’s something to be said about the long, deep and slow method and how it makes every nerve tingle just so.

Gunnar, however, opted for a rougher, faster approach to fucking my throat. With one hand tightly gripping the top of my head, he drove his prick in and out of my mouth so fast that I started to drool uncontrollably. His dick, balls and pubes were soaked with my spit.

We were all groaning and writhing in ecstasy; working ourselves into a sweaty mass of pumping and gyrating flesh. Gunnar was the first to blow. As he got closer to orgasm, his thrusts got shorter and shorter, until he finally buried my face in his golden pubic hairs and shuttered out a massive load into my mouth. He came longer and harder than he did when he fucked me. There was so much cum I couldn’t swallow it all. It dripped out of the corners of my mouth and pooled up with the spit on his tight nuts.

Henrik was the next to pop. He pulled his cock out just in time to shoot a thick creamy load on my back and in the crack of my ass. The cum trickled down my ass and onto my balls, where it dripped slowly onto the couch. He dipped his dick in a pool of spunk then worked it into my gaping hole.

The twins were spent and sated. They both relaxed – Henrik plopped down on the sofa on my right; Gunnar leaned over the back of the sofa to my left. “This is the second time I’ve been fucked today without getting off,” I commented to no one in particular.

“That’s unacceptable,” Henrik replied. “It’s our duty to make sure our visitors are completely satisfied.”

“We have two special package deals for you to choose from… to enhance your Norwegian experience,” Gunnar added coyly.

“Decisions, decisions,” I mused, considering both Bergstrom brothers. I finally decided on Gunnar. I gazed into Gunnar’s icy blue eyes, gave him a kiss, and said, “I think I’ll take this package… why don’t you come over here and let me have a shot at you.”

Gunnar beamed proudly and jumped over the back of the couch. I glanced over at Henrik. He was watching intently and groping his sleeping cock, but he looked slightly sullen. I pacified him with a quick grope and kiss then turned to my eager play toy.

Gunnar was already on his back with one leg draped over the back of the couch. His ass looked so yummy; I dove into his hairy crack and lapped at his sweaty hole.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “I haven’t been reamed and fucked in so long. I’m going to love this.”

So I chewed and munched on his musky asshole, which sent him into overload. He thrashed about wildly, kicking both legs in the air to give me better admittance. I probed his tight opening with my tongue then added a couple of fingers to get him opened up for his fucking. By the time I was finished, my mouth and chin were soaked and the hair in his crack was matted down with my spit. He was as hard as a rock and ready to be probed. “Close your eyes, stud. I want you to concentrate on feeling my cock stretch you open.” Gunnar grinned and obediently shut his eyes.

Henrik was watching the action on the sideline. He was hard too, just from watching me eat his brother’s ass. I winked at him. With one hand I gave his stiff prick a few strokes; with the other I spread open his brother’s ass and presented his pretty pink hole to him. Henrik didn’t understand what I was proposing to him at first. He started to protest when he realized I was offering Gunnar’s ass for him to fuck. I gestured for him to be quiet and he shook his head vehemently in objection.

I tickled Gunnar’s pucker with my tongue and watched it wink in response. I felt Henrik’s prick grow thicker. He was obviously turned on by the sight of his brother’s hungry hole – enough to make him change his mind about taking his ass. Henrik repositioned himself so that he was spooning Gunnar, with his prick wedged between his sibling’s ass cheeks, but hesitated to take the final plunge, so to speak. I aimed Henrik’s cock at his twin’s wet and ready pucker. Sexual instinct took over and he slowly fed his cock up Gunnar’s tube.

“Holy shit, that’s big,” Gunnar complained.

“Mm hmm, it looks like he’s stretching you out pretty good,” I commented.

Gunnar’s eyes sprung open and looked at me smiling up at him. Then he looked behind him to see Henrik smiling at him. “What the fuck?” he screamed.

“Shh. Calm down. Henrik’s just showing you a little brotherly love. And by the looks of it, I think you like it.” Indeed Gunnar’s cock had grown impressively hard. “So why don’t you just lay back and let your brother show you a good time?"

Gunnar still seemed reluctant to go through with this, but when he felt Henrik’s wriggling around in his tight anus he too changed his mind about the depravity of incest. His eyes closed and his hips wiggled slightly. “God, that feels good,” he hissed.

I nodded at Henrik and he started to fuck his twin. In minutes, both of them were rutting around like pigs in heat. They settled into a tight embrace – they kissed and explored the identicalness of each other’s body with their inquisitive hands. Henrik reached around and fondled his brother’s eleven-inch meat while he dug out the depths of Gunnar’s bowels with his own eleven-inch prick.

By then my dick was hard and begging for attention. I stood up and walked to the end of the sofa and offered my throbbing prick to them. Their heads were side-by-side and they both looked eager to get a taste of my dripping tool, but Gunnar was the first to take a bite. He slurped down half of my cock and massaged the tip and shaft with his magnificent tongue.

“Mmm that feels good. Let’s see what your brother can do.” Gunnar let my dick slip out of his mouth then offered it to his twin. Henrik gulped down my pole and gave me the same tongue treatment Gunnar had. The Bergstrom boys were both good cocksuckers, that’s for sure. They swapped off occasionally, taking turns swinging on the end of my prick, before eventually deciding on a double blowjob. Henrik sucked on the end while Gunnar nibbled and licked on my balls and shaft.

“Aw fuck yeah! That’s hot!” I wailed. Watching these big, burly twins fucking while they bathed my prong with their mouths was quickly bringing me to the edge. They were working up a day’s worth of pent-up orgasm. I pulled away from their insatiable mouths and jerked my dick to completion. I drenched their manly faces with a gallon of cum. They caught as much as they could on their greedy tongues then licked the rest from each other’s beard and moustache. I knelt down and kissed them both, tasting my own spooge on their lips and tongue. Then I sat back and watched them finish fucking each other.

Having finished me off, Gunnar and Henrik were free to continue their incestuous coupling, which they did with earnest. Henrik furiously fucked his brother’s ass. Gunnar moaned and groaned from the torturous pounding, all the while fisting his dick. All I could hear was the sound of their beefy bodies slapping together and their savage grunting. Suddenly, Gunnar’s grunts grew louder and I knew he was about to blow for the third time. His face flushed deep red and his cock unloaded another thick load all over his stomach and chest.

I leaned forward to lick up the mess. As I finished lapping up the last drop of spooge from his furry belly, I felt something hot and sticky hit the side of my face. I turned just in time to see Henrik’s pulsing cock spit out a second splash of cum that hit me right in the eye. The third volley landed on my lips. I opened my mouth to catch the fourth, fifth and sixth. The rest dribbled out of his dick onto Gunnar’s now flaccid member. I licked the jizz from my lips and off of Gunnar’s salty balls.

The Bergstrom boys cuddled up on the sofa in a loving embrace. I crawled up with them and we all fell asleep in a big sweaty heap. It’d been a long morning and it wasn’t 9 o’clock yet. We slept through our scheduled trip and into the early evening.

I stayed in Norway for another week or so. During that time, there was a lot of flirting, but we never messed around again – at least not all three of us. Every night, however, as I drifted off to sleep, I could hear Gunnar and Henrik going at it. I don’t think they ever fought over another man again.