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Twin Secrets Part II By K & K Kramer Chapter 6 - Kameron I woke up that next morning with my face buried in the dark muff of Skip's hairy armpit, delighting in the texture and the aromas that it held. I nipped at the thick hairs with my lips, tugging on then to waken my new roommate/lover. My cock was hard as a rock again, ready to go at it again and pump another hot load of spunk up his fantastic hole. He responded to my wake-up attention and wrapped his arm around me to draw me close and kiss me on the mouth. We must've both had morning-breath, but neither of us gave a shit about it. What I became aware of right away was the feel of Skip's rough bristly whiskers against my sensitive lips and tongue. My own beard isn't very heavy, hell I can go for a couple of days without even looking like I need a shave. Kenyon's the same way of course and so was our dad as a young man -- or so he tells us. That certainly wasn't the case with Skip. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, considering the heavy mat that coated his chest and his still naked legs and ass. I looked down at his beautiful butt, the dark hairs crusted with remnants of my many loads of come that had leaked out. I rolled over onto my back and Skip pressed his mouth to my one nipple, flicking his tongue across it and making it stiffen immediately. At the same time his chin rasped against my smooth muscular pec, teasing the hell out of it with the rough sand-papery feel of his whiskers. Eventually he made his way down to my tummy where he licked and kissed every part of my belly, eventually digging his tongue into my navel (it's an 'innie') and on down to my fat hard cock. He must've known that I was ready to go again, ready to pop almost immediately, but he somehow managed to stretch it out this time, paying careful attention to each of the nine inches of my shaft, moistening it with his tongue and lips and eventually gobbling the whole fat thing into his mouth and down his throat. "Oh god, oh shit that's so-o-o good!" I said, my voice hoarse with excitement and need. "Oh watch out Skip, I'm gonna' come!" I warned him, expecting that he'd let loose (like Amy Taylor used to do) but Skip started sucking even harder and managed to swallow every drop of the huge load I pumped into his face, squeezing my balls with his hands to get every bit of spunk that I could produce. After he'd drained me totally dry Skip finally let loose of my cock, drawing his tongue over it as he allowed it to leave his mouth. I felt as if I couldn't possible feel any better than I did right then. Little did I know what was yet to come that morning. Skip reached under my thick thighs and pulled my legs up a little, running his tongue over the balls that had just jettisoned their contents into his face. He nipped at the light hairs that coated my balls just as I'd done earlier to his arm-pit and then moved further down to the ultra-sensitive area between my balls and ass-hole. He shoved my knees up toward my chest and exposed more of my big butt to him, then put a hand on each muscular but nearly hairless buttock and pulled them apart. His next move surprised me, but I didn't dare express my shock lest he stop it. He pressed his face righht up into the crack of my as and rubbed his whiskers against it, chafing each side of the center-slit. Then he did something that almost made me pass out, punching his tongue out and into the opening of my butt-hole. I couldn't believe he was doing that, but I found it damned exciting. He must've dug it too because before long he was slurping and slobbering and shoving his tongue way up into me. Once he felt he had me sufficiently moistened he replace his finger for the tongue, pressing against my tight muscle ring until his finger slipped past the barrier. "Ugh!" I said, an involuntary response to the invasion into my ass-hole. "Want me to stop?" he asked, and I told him I'd die if he did. He fingered my ass for quite a while, occasionally pausing to spit on the digit so that it would slide in easier. My cock was drooling out pearly clear pre-cum due to the excitement, and I could almost feel my balls working at producing yet another load of jism. All of a sudden I couldn't stand it any longer and I blurted out "Oh Jesus Skip, fuck me! I want your cock up my ass!" "Are you sure?" he asked me, and I said I was, even though I had no idea what to expect. I figured that if he could accommodate my dick up his ass I would somehow be able to take him. After all, his was neither as long or as fat as mine. "This your first time?" he wanted to know, and I sheepishly admitted that it was. He wasn't asking to try to embarrass me, but rather to determine how he should proceed. He reached over onto the dresser and pulled out a can of shaving gel, squirted a liberal amount onto his hand and then rubbed it right up into the crack of my butt. It was cool, certainly cooler than his mouth and finger had been, but I realized he was using it to slick me up to take his cock. "You ready Kam?" he asked me, and I said I was. The feel of his blunt dick-head against my tiny opening felt strangely good to me. I did want it! He was slow and deliberate in his steady pressure against me, careful not to hurt me (and asking often if I was okay). The pain was blinding at first, and I almost told him I couldn't do it. Still, I was determined to give him the same pleasure he'd given me the night before so many times. All of a sudden I realized that he was well into me, I felt the beginnings of his thick pubic bush beginning to graze against my smooth ass. I wrapped my legs around his mid-section and pulled him toward me, giving him the signal to begin driving harder and deeper. Suddenly I discovered that I hadn't been the only one to get pleasure from our multiple couplings of the previous night. The feel of his hard cock up my chute was unlike anything I could've imagined. It felt so good and I urged him to let me have it all. "You've got it all baby, every horny fucking inch of it!" he said. "Okay then fuck me, fuck me hard!" I demanded and Skip picked up the pace. For some time he plowed into me, all the while rubbing his hairy upper body against me and driving me wild by that alone. "Get ready man" he finally announced "I'm gonna flood your butt with white gold! You're gonna' love it!" He was right of course. I felt the first splat hit the insides of my rectum and realized that I was coming at the same time. His second blast caused me to shoot and my own come arched up and landed right on my face, coating my lips and nose with snotty white goo. I started to lap it up and his tongue met mine, the taste of my own come mingling in my mouth with the tastes of the inside of his mouth. Come to think of it, that flavor was my own come as well. What a turn-on! Chapter 8 - Kenyon When mom woke me that next morning I mumbled something about going in late because I was going to be working overtime that evening, then managed to get another hour or so of sleep that was interrupted by pleasant recollections of my evening with Tony. Damn! I couldn't erase the image of how he looked to me when he peeled his shirt off to give me my first good look at his fantastic hairy body. As I lay there in bed stroking my aroused cock I realized that his hairiness had caused me to sort of minimize the fact that he was damned well-built too. His years of hard work had evidently. paid off, just as my years of lifting weights and participating in school athletics had for me. I thought about what to wear to work that day, having found out that the overall uniform wasn't a requirement. I pulled a pair of tan shorts and a tank top out of the closet and put them on, then checked out the effect in the mirror. "Yeah!" I said aloud, liking the reflection of myself in the mirror. It's funny, there are still times when I have trouble seeing my reflection in the mirror and wondering if it's me or Kameron I'm seeing. I rolled the bottom of the shorts up to make a cuff in them, exposing more of my thick muscular upper thigh and drawing attention to them. I turned around and looked at my butt, how it strained the material to the limit by it's bulk. Nadine Graham used to say that my big butt was the reason I had so much power to drive my cock deep into her horny cunt. That's exactly how she put it also. I thought about not wearing any underwear, then realized how dangerous that might be considering the nature of my job. I finally decided upon a jock strap, one that molded my big cock into a nice bulging basket in front of the shorts. I rubbed my hand over my face to see if I needed a shave yet. It had been the day before yesterday when I last ran a razor over it, and I decided I could go another day. Tony appeared to be growing a beard perhaps, and I was jealous of the fact that I couldn't even consider that! One more quick look at myself in the mirror to approve my appearance and I ran down stairs for a can of pop to take with me. Oddly enough, I wasn't hung over from either the beer or the pot the night before. I arrived at work just before noon and immediately sought out Tony. He was wearing overalls again this day, not the same pair as that first day, but again unzipped t othe waist. Having spent so much time the night before running my hands through the dense thicket of fur I wondered how I'd be able to keep off him all day. "Hey Tony, where's my time card?" I asked him, knowing I had to punch in. That was why I was coming in later than normal since as a new employee I wouldn't be eligible to put in more than eight hours. Tony would put in for overtime for the extra hours we planned to work that evening. "Oh I already punched you in at 7:30" he said, and I asked him why he'd done that. "Now I can't stay late to help you" I said, trying not to make my disappointment so obvious as it really was. He explained that the boss didn't want him (or me) staying late that day so he decided to check me in so I'd get a full day's pay nonetheless. "Marty (our boss) doesn't know you weren't here earlier so let's not bother to tell him". "Gee, I've already told my folks I'd be home really late tonight" I said nonchalantly, almost hoping he'd suggest we go out for a drink again after work. When he didn't, I cautiously asked if he'd want to do a repeat of the previous night (without telling him I wanted to repeat everything we'd done, including our long mutual grope session on the sofa). "I got a better idea kid" he said. "Marty's left for the day and Jake owes me a favor. He'll punch us both out at 4:00 and cover for us if anybody asks where we are. Let's get out of here now and go by my place. I got some beer there an d we can get high again, what do you say?" I wasn't going to need anything to get me higher than I already was after his suggestion. Just the idea of the suggestion that we might have 10 or 12 hours before I was expected home was enough to make me intoxicated as I'd never been before. I followed him back to his place in my own car, my hands literally shaking on the wheel all the way. He climbed out of his car and came back to mine before I got a chance to get out. Handing me a $20 bill he asked me to run down to the butcher shop at the corner and get us a couple of good steaks. "I'm gonna' grab a quick shower and shave" he said, reminding me that he'd put in at least half a days' dirty work. I wanted to suggest that he forget about the shaving part, that I liked how he looked with the rugged start of the beard, but I imagined it must be awfully uncomfortable and scratchy in the heat of late August. "I'll leave the door open so you can let yourself in" he said, and I watched as he headed up the sidewalk to his apartment building. I drove down the block to the butcher shop and asked for two big porterhouse steaks, then raced back to Tony's place. As he'd promised, the door was unlocked and I let myself in. Off in the distance I heard water running and assumed it was him in the shower. Soon though the rush of water stopped and I anxiously awaited his arrival at the bathroom door. He was still damp, the dark curls on his head wetter than the moist ccoating on his chest, although both areas were the same near-black color. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, but it didn't come together completely on one side. That allowed most of one beefy hairy leg to be visible and it was unmistakeable that he had only the towel on. I began to appreciate the fact that I was wearing a jock-strap, even though the physical demands of manual labor hadn't required it after all. Had I not had it on Tony would've been able to tell immediately just how turned-on I was by the sight of his near naked body. Much to my disappointment he had shaved, but even right after removing the stubbly bristle from his face there was still a dark shadow beneath his skin. Jesus, no wonder he always looked like he was starting a beard. Almost as a way of changing the subject I held up the package of steaks as if to ask where to put them. "How about putting them in the fridge, and grab us a couple of beers while I get some clothes on?" he said, and I resisted the urge to tell him I'd just as soon he forget about the clothes altogether. He headed off towards the area where he'd come from (I assumed it to be bedroom as well as bathroom) and I turned to the kitchen, then changed my mind (and my direction) to follow him instead. I tiptoed down the hallway and paused at the bathroom door, then took another couple of steps toward an open door and peeked in. Oh shit, Tony's bare backside was exposed to me as he pulled on a pair of nylon shorts. I couldn't believe how incredibly fucking hairy his butt. was. Jesus, he was coated like a god-damned gorilla. "Hey, where's those beers?" I heard him call and I quickly backtracked into the living room area before answering him with a "Hang on I'm on my way" I swiftly grabbed the package of steaks and put them in the fridge while grabbing two cans of cheap beer. He met me in the hallway, having pulled the shorts on but (lucky for me) not bothered with a shirt. His hairy front was still a little damp from the shower, but the heat in the apartment was making it dry quickly. "Sorry about the air-conditioning being busted. I've called the super but he's a lazy son- of-a-bitch!" Tony apologized. "No problem, but if you don't mind I think I'll take my shirt off" I said tentatively, wondering if that was okay. "Be my guest" he said, popping the tab top off his beer and offering to hold mine while I stripped off my tank top. "I guess we were both pretty shit-faced last night huh?" he said as he took a big swig of his beer. "Yeah, I don't even remember what we did after we smoked that great pot". It was alie, but I wondered what he'd say. "You don't? You really don't?" he said, looking at me suspiciously. "You don't remember the two of us sitting on the couch over there. You couldn't keep your hands off me!" "Oh wow Tony, I'm sorry" I lied. "I don't seem to know what the hell I'm doing when I get stoned. Especially if I'd drunk to start with! I hope I didn't do anything...well you know...out of line". "BULLSHIT!" he said, adding that I'd seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. "C'mon kid, let's cut this cat-and-mouse shit and get down to what we both want. I saw you there in the hallway watching me get dressed. There's a mirror in my room that reflects both ways you know". "Oh..." I said, realizing that I'd been caught. Tony's hands reached out and cupped my bulging pecs, causing the nipples to react immediately by stiffening. "Damn you're built kid! I'd give anything to have muscles like yours!" "I'll trade them all for just a little bit of this!" I said to him, raking my hands through the lush blanket on his chest and up onto his shoulders. He reached around to the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, forcing my mouth to meet his and thrusting his tongue right between my lips. I tasted the beer on his breath (hadn't had a chance to even open mine yet) and sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, opening wide to accept him eagerly. We continued our long French kiss while he ran his hands across my broad shoulders and down my back. Then I felt his hands dip into the back of my shorts, slipping in and fighting the tight fabric to reach my buns. "OOh wee! Your butt's just like the rest of you....smooth and muscular" he said. "I can't wait to see if you're this muscular everywhere!" and he fumbled with the front of my shorts, with the snap and the zipper to pull my shorts down. "Oh shit, you're wearin' a jock!" he said, as if I didn't already know that. "You don't know what really muscular guys in jocks do to me!" he said, and I responded with another reference to what really hairy guys like him did to me. Of course, he was the first really hairy guy I'd ever gotten close enough to get really attracted to. He rubbed across the front of my distended jock-strap, making my already swollen cock grow even larger in reaction to his touch. I couldn't believe what he did next, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to the front of my crotch, running his tongue over the surface of my big dick right through the elastic material of the supporter. "Oh something tells me I'm not gonna' be disappointed by you kid!" he said, and he reached into the front of my jock to unleash my fat 9 incher. "Aw shi-i-i-it!" he said, lunging forward and swallowing me in one enormous gulp. Nadine Graham did that for me once when she was having her period, though usually she avoided having me come over those days of the month. She really preferred to be fucked. Having Tony Mariano blow me was unlike anything she'd ever done (orally or vaginally) to me. No shit, I couldn't believe how great it felt to have him suck me off. "Hey turn around and let me do you too" I said, and he managed to reverse himself without ever missing a gulp on my straight-up rod. I'd never even thought about sucking another guy's cock (well, not until the first day I met Tony anyway) and I was surprised at how naturally it came to me. I just sort of followed his lead, imitating every fantastic move and action that he was doing to me. Before long we were both approaching our mutual climax, and I wanted to warn him that I was about to blow my load....couldn't though with my mouth full of his cock. It didn't really matter because we came simultaneously, and I felt him blast into my mouth at the same instant that my balls erupted their load. Feeling him massage my dick with the muscles way down in his throat and sucking me dry, I followed suit and drained him the same way. Two minutes later we lay face-to-crotch and both said "Wow!" at the same time. It was almost like Kameron and me and how we used to say and think the same things at the same time. Jesus, what would Kam say if he knew about this. He'd probably go completely fucking bonkers!