Page 56 of The Naughty Virgin

“Then I want you to use that condom on me,” he finished, reaching for my dick.

And reader, it was heaven and hell at once. I’d just finished fucking a girl and yet it felt so right, so natural, to fuck my brother next. Cade was in charge the whole time, running his hands up and down my chest, squeezing my balls, fitting that condom on my massive member. I wasn’t even sure how to fuck a guy, but Cade must have done some research on the web. He lay on his stomach, lifting his ass in the air oh so slightly, and gestured for me to cover him.

“Get on top,” he whispered, guiding my dick to his hole. “Be gentle.”

And reader, I tried to be gentle, I really did, I wanted to do right by my twin during our first full-on sex session. But goddamn, a guy’s butt can be so tight, so musty and raw contrasted with a woman’s wet pussy and I just lost it. I fucked that butthole like it was the only anus I’d ever taste, letting my prick pound and grind again and again, bouncing my balls against Cade’s ass with every stroke, riding him like a fucking mechanical bull.

And he loved it. His eyes were screwed up in pleasure and pain, the moaning frantic even as he tried to bury his face in the pillow.

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” he groaned again and again, and reader, there was never such music to my ears. It pushed me over the edge and I spewed hotly into my twin’s body, sating myself, the dry walls of his ass squeezing me tight, clenching as my pole shook and spurted deep inside. It was the hottest, most illicit fuck I’d ever had, probably ever would have.

So needless to say, Cade and I fucked like rabbits during the remaining week we had together. I’m not sure if anyone noticed but probably not given all the tumult with the divorce, moving plans, etc. In fact, I think our family was relieved we stayed in the wings, only speaking when it would seem weird not to. I guess they figured as twins, we were able to calm one another down, be each other’s best friends and all that shit.

When I moved to SF as part of the internet boom a couple years later, I wasn’t sure what to expect to be honest. I mean, my brother and I had kept in touch, but we’d gone to different schools, exploring our interests, becoming men in the process.

I’d certainly fucked a lot of women in the intervening years, that was sure. I’d left my gay tendencies behind and had buried my dick into a lot of willing, hot pussy, those warm folds embracing me, bringing me to heaven again and again.

So when my brother and I reunited, I was uncertain … even nervous. I’d dropped out of school to help Jake and Matt with their start-up and Caleb had done the same, he in a finance position, me as the technical whiz.

We hadn’t acknowledged the attraction at first, we were so busy working 24/7, trying to launch this Sterling Pharma. But surrounded by a scrum of testosterone, all twenty-something workaholic guys, it was inevitable that we took up our old ways.

During one particularly long night, I fell asleep at my desk, the lights of the monitors casting a dim glow in the otherwise dark office. Fuck, it was probably five a.m. by then, I’d been going all night on Red Bull and adrenaline. My body had given up, and I looked like a junkie, messed-up, hair askew, collapsed in my ergonomic chair.

And that was when I felt the hand on my cock.

“What the?” I grunted, startling awake. But it was only Cade, his face half hidden in the shadows, himself a mess of long hours and punishing work schedule.

“I need to suck some, okay?” he whispered, and without any ado, pulled my cock out and began tonguing it.

Reader, it felt so fucking good. It’d been so long since my dick had been in someone’s mouth, that warm wetness the focus of all sensation, my balls rising quickly, tensing I needed to come so bad.

With a wild cry, I spurted in his mouth, letting my cream flow, fucking hard against his soft palate as he squeezed my testicles, making sure I emptied every drop between his hungry, questing lips, draining me dry as I spurted every last ounce of protein down his throat.

And when it was over, he gave me a secret smile and licked his lips. “Use me,” he whispered. “Use my body.”

And that’s all it took to take up where we’d left off. It was a storm of fucking, exploring each other’s bodies, drinking sperm, shooting it up into each other’s anuses. We weren’t rich at the time and so it made sense to share an apartment, to split living costs as we got Sterling Pharma off the ground. And the nightly fucking – god, I don’t think Sterling would have made it without the regular stress relief my twin and I engaged in during off hours, sucking each other’s dicks and drinking cum.

And even after the IPO, nothing changed, not really. Sure, we moved into a bigger apartment but as two bachelors, no one questioned the living arrangement. So we fucked and fucked and fucked, living our illicit life, occasionally going down to Vegas to strip, enjoying pussy every now and then as testament to our bisexuality.

That is, until we saw the girl again.

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