My Twin's Lover

Of course he would recognize me, even after ten years! I look more like him now than I ever have. In fact, at this point in our lives I may be in better shape than he is. My older (by six minutes) brother and I were always similar in appearance, but that was the end of it. He was a jock and I was into the arts. He wanted a good time and I wanted good grades. When he came across my collection of gay porno magazines he threatened to tell our folks until I pointed out that his collection of straight porn was as big as mine and that his stash of marijuana was hidden in the same place. That revelation would get him booted from the football squad as well, so he let it go. Oddly enough, his knees gave out in college at the same time he got trapped into marriage by his girlfriend. She insisted that he get a business degree to provide for her and their child. He looked so genuinely miserable at their quickly arranged wedding that I almost felt sorry for him. It's the last time I saw him before heading off to London for the last nineteen years. We've shared Christmas cards and a phone call once a year (on our birthday) but that's it. It was in England that I changed my appearance by working out on a fairly regular basis. I also quit waxing my body after I found that most of the guys I was attracted to dug me hairy rather than smooth. I'll bet Ted would have trouble recognizing me at the airport, except that it would be like looking in a mirror for him. From the airport, I called his office and was told by his secretary that he was out of town until later that night. "I expect him in first thing tomorrow morning," she said, adding a required, "Can I tell him who called?" I can't believe she didn't recognize "his" voice on the phone. We still sound exactly the same, even after all these years. I hung up the phone and started walking down the concourse. Coming toward me I couldn't help but see this incredibly hot-looking young man heading in my direction. I doubt that he was 21, but he certainly looked older than eighteen. (as if that's ever stopped me before!) Dirty blond hair, (not a hygienic commentary, but what I call the color of dark blond/mixed with brown hair) and a good build, he wore a pair of cut-offs and a tank top that was cut low enough to show off a well- developed chest fairly thickly coated with the same color hair as on his head. His thighs were thick and beefy and nicely textured with hair too. As we got closer to one another I saw him break into a wide grin and he picked up the pace of his walk until he was practically running toward me. He came up to me and said, "Oh god I've missed you! If we weren't right in the middle of the airport I'd kiss you right on the mouth. Your secretary said you missed your flight and I was just about to leave. Good thing I didn't huh? How'd you manage to make it as we planned?" There was a constant barrage of questions, so many that I couldn't answer any one of them before he hit me with the next. His next comment made me realize that this young hunk was mistaking me for my brother. "Jan said she'd call the house and tell the bitch that you're coming in on the midnight flight. That gives us ....oh shit yeah, that gives us eight hours before your wife thinks you'll even be here! Let's go somewhere and fuck!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing!! Evidently this hunk of a young man was having some kind of relationship with my supposedly straight twin brother and mistook me for Ted. My first impulse was to set him clear and explain that Ted's secretary had told me he would be in after midnight as well. "C'mon there's room waiting for us at the motel down the road! I'd already checked out whether there's a vacancy so we could go there before I took you home to the "dragon-lady" he said. "We'll just have to pay for eight hours instead of the usual two or three that we spend there!" he added. "New luggage?" he asked as I pulled my bags from the carousel and I nonchalantly said that it was. Good thing that Ted and I have the same initials. Once the elevator doors closed behind us he turned and grabbed me behind the neck, pulling my mouth to his and shoving his tongue deep between my lips. I kissed him back, tasted cigarettes and booze on his breath and liked was I was feeling as we French-kissed even after the doors to the elevator opened. A shocked elderly couple stood at the doors as we got off and I felt a tinge of embarrassment, a tinge certainly not a fraction as large as the excitement and anticipation I felt for going to the motel with this hunk. I almost missed his car, walking around to the drivers side with him since I didn't recognize it and he asked if I wanted to drive. "No, you go ahead" I said, covering for my mistake and climbing into the passenger side of the Mustang convertible. He pulled a cigarette from the pack next to him and offered me one. "Or have you quit again?" he asked, smiling as he said it. "Yeah, sort of" I said, afraid that if I took a drag and coughed he'd know immediately that I wasn't who he thought I was. "I could use a drink though" I said, and he told me he left the bottle at the motel this time. "I didn't want to get caught with an open bottle of booze like that one time. Shit, that cop could've made big trouble for us if he hadn't been so turned on by that hairy chest of yours. I'd love to get another three-way with him going wouldn't you?" and I said it had been a great time. "What was his name again?" I asked, and he laughed and reminded me that the cop had the same name as my brother Todd". "Oh yeah, how could I forget" I said. Too bad the cop hadn't had the same name as this hunk next to me, then I'd know what to call him. "Speaking of hairy chests" he said as he rubbed a hand over his ample bulging crotch, "I can hardly wait to get my hands and mouth all over yours!" Good thing I let myself go back natural several years ago or I'd have to come up with some real quick excuse for why my brother's lush hairy chest was no longer densely coated with dark hair. "I wish you hadn't shaved this morning. You know how I love the feel of your rough bristly beard against my ass-cheeks" he said, and I felt myself getting really turned on at the prospect of what this bad boy and my brother must be accustomed to doing. We pulled into the motel and he drove right up to the unit farthest from the office. "You say you've already checked in?" I asked and he nodded his head. "That credit card you gave me for my eighteenth birthday really comes in handy for things like this" he said, adding that he really appreciated me paying for other little things on that card as well. "It's the least I can do for my favorite boy" I said, and he leaned over there in the car and kissed me again. "C'mon let's get inside and have some real fun" I said. I could hardly wait until the door was shut before I started tugging at the bottom of his tank top, yanking it up over his head and running my hand over his well-defined, nicely haired pecs and belly. He started out fumbling with the buttons of my shirt but gave up and just ripped it open, causing buttons to fly every direction. "Oh yeah, Oh shit I've missed you. Jesus, you look even better than you did last week when I dropped you off at the airport. You must've worked out when you were out of town". "Yeah a couple of times" I said, wondering if there would be any tell-tale characteristics that would make him suspicious that I wasn't Ted. He licked across my hairy chest and raised my arms up into the air to bury his face in my arm-pit and commented that I had a new deodorant. "Yeah, I ran out in....on my trip" I said, not sure of which city I was supposed to have been in. Tracing his tongue down from mid-chest to hairy belly and below, he eventually reached the top of my trousers and UN-zipped them with his tongue. I felt my cock flop out from the confines of my slacks the instant he tugged the front of my bikini briefs away. He wrapped his hand around the long thick shaft of my dick and told me how much he'd missed it. Then he ran his tongue up and down the shaft, swirled it around the piss-slit and lapped up the pearly drops of pre- cum that started to ooze from my rapidly hardening cock. He managed to take most of it into his mouth immediately and I can't remember when I've been sucked quite so wonderfully as this young stud did. As turned on by the action of the muscles deep down in his throat I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Oh shit, back off! I'm gonna' come too soon!" I warned him and he teased me with his response. "Yeah, you always come too soon, but you're always ready again right away to shove that big thing up my ass!" he said as he let loose of the lip-lock he had on my cock. "Go ahead and let it rip. I want you to come all over my face man!" he said, and he reached out and grabbed my balls and squeezed, causing me to do exactly what he'd asked for. I splattered my load (the biggest I'd felt in months) all over him, painting his face and hair and upper chest with my white-hot spunk. When I was finished he stood up and rubbed his face all over my hairy chest, wiping my jism into the matt of dark curls that cover my whole body. "He took me by the hand and pulled me back toward the bed, laying down on it and pulling his knees up to his chest to present me with a nicely haired, pulsing ass-hole. "C'mon eat my ass, get it all wet with your spit and then shove that big hard cock up into me and fuck me like you always do! Oh please, I've missed it so much" he said, almost whining in need. "Hey, I've only been gone for a few days" I said, and he said it seemed like forever since the last time I fucked him. "Remember how we did it that day? Remember what you said to me when you left? You haven't forgotten your promise have you?" "No, I haven't" I said, wondering how I would cover for this one. "I'll give you what I promised, but first you said you wanted your ass eaten and fucked, didn't you?" "More than anything!" he said, and I dove into the hairy pie of his butt-hole, digging my tongue way up inside and soaking his hole with my spit. It didn't take long for him to literally beg me to fuck him, and fuck him I did. We started out sort of gentle and loving, but (upon his urging) I picked up the pace and gave him a fairly heavy-duty pounding ultimately flooding his hot male cunt with a load as big (if not bigger) than the one I splattered all over his body earlier. Collapsing atop him, we lay there on the bed with our arms wrapped around one another for some time, until he grabbed my hairy buttocks with both hands and squeezed them. "Umm" he groaned and I asked him if he liked my ass. "You know I do, I love how big... and hairy... and muscular it is!" he said, stopping between words to kiss me on the neck and shoulders. "Would you like to fuck my ass?" I asked him, and he lit up like a kid at Christmas. "Oh yes! Do you mean it?! You'd really let me do that?" he said, and I realized that my brother hadn't yet allowed his boy-toy to fuck him. For all I knew my twin didn't take it up the ass at all but that wasn't going to stop me from having this good-looking stud pump my butt. Ted would have to deal with it in the future! Once he was inside me, pistoning his big dick in and out of my hole I couldn't imagine that my brother had passed up an opportunity to be fucked by this fantastic young stallion We took turns for the rest of the evening, pausing only momentarily between wildly athletic and exceedingly physical couplings the likes of which I'd never experienced before. "I've got to get you back to the airport so that the dragon lady can pick you up at midnight. That's what your secretary said was the plan. I'd just as soon take you home myself, but you know what a bitch that woman can be when she makes up her mind!" "Yeah, I'll say!" I said, and I let him drive me back to the airport where I went in and immediately spied my twin brother picking up his bags from the luggage carousel. Ducking behind a column so that he wouldn't see me, I watched him go out the exit and climb into a white Mercedes waiting by the curb. I considered picking up another guy there at the airport but figured that no one could compare with the one I'd spent the last 8 hours with. Besides, he'd worn me out, giving me the best of both the giving and receiving end of some of the best man-sex I've ever experienced. I wish I could've come clean with him and explained that I wasn't my brother and that I would love to get together with him again soon. Shit, I didn't even get his name before he dropped me off. I was certain I'd never see this hunky stud again! You should've seen the look on Ted's face when I walked into his office the next day. Even his secretary couldn't believe it when I came in and asked to see him. "Huh?" she said, and the look on her face was priceless. Ted and I spent the afternoon catching up (although he didn't quite tell me everything about what was going on in his life. He neglected to relate that he'd found a sexual interest outside of his marriage to the "dragon lady" and he insisted that I come home with him for dinner. "I can't wait to see the face of my family when we walk in together!" he said. He'd expected them to be surprised to see just how identical we were, but they weren't the only ones surprised when Ted and I came through the door of their sprawling ranch house in one of the city's better suburbs. I recognized the "dragon lady" from the last time I'd seen her at their wedding. She was nearly 6 months pregnant at the time but looked a shit-load better back then. Now she looks like she's pregnant again but I know she's not. No, she's just fat and out of shape now. I felt sorry for Ted and immediately realized why he'd found a lover. I guess I was just a little surprised that he'd chosen another guy (considering how homophobic he'd been when we were younger). The two girls came in and gawked at me, unable to comprehend that someone could look quite so exactly like their father as I did. "Is Tim home?" he asked DL (dragon lady) and she said that their son had slept most of the day. "I think he's coming down with something" she said, and Ted called up the stairs for their eldest child to "get his ass downstairs". After a moment I saw a pair of legs appear, big beefy legs with a thick coating of brown/blond hair. As the figure came down the stairs I could see a pair of familiar cut-offs, a washboard belly and then a chest liberally coated with straw-blond hair. The look on my face must've been similar to what the young girls registered when they saw me because I couldn't believe what I saw. There on the stairs, bare but for the cut-offs I'd seen just the previous afternoon was the guy I'd spent the best 8 hours of my life with at the motel near the airport. Tim knew immediately that I was the one he'd spent that romp in the motel with, and he understood why his "father" had been suddenly willing to take it up the ass from him even though they'd never done that before. Neither of us said anything right away, but the moment we shook hands we both knew that the three-way he'd described with the cop that one time wasn't going to come close to what was possibly going to happen between him and his father and his uncle. ....or between me and my brother and my nephew.