A Long Time Coming

Good Lord! Where do I begin? This all started so long ago that I decided to sit down and write this story to bring clarity to those periods of my life that have been blurred by denial and lies. Many of which had been so skillfully orchestrated, that they became the truth as I saw it. 

I’ll begin on the day that I met Tommy. It was the first day of seventh grade at Cedarlawn Jr. High. Kids that 
I had gone to elementary school with began to approach me and tell me about my twin. There was some new kid that was being mistaken for me by teachers and students who knew me only in passing. I didn’t get a chance to see this kid until the lunch bell rang. I was greatly disappointed because I didn’t see any resemblance other then basics like hair color, eye color, facial features, et cetera. This kid was easily four inches taller and 15 pounds heavier.

He too had been hearing these stories of a twin. The only thing that we agreed upon was that fact that we each felt that we where better looking then the other. It wasn’t until the end of that school year that we started to see what others had been saying. The school yearbooks where handed out at lunch and I sat at a table and started to flip through the pages. I came across a photo of Tommy and I was shocked. He did look like me and I couldn’t understand why it only appeared that way in photos. 

Nevertheless, Tommy and I became closer as friends during the next school year. I remember becoming curious over other ways that we may resemble each other. I’m not sure where or how I gathered the courage, but I brought up the subject of similarities below the waist. I hinted to Tommy that I’d be willing to show him my penis if he’d show me his. big mistake!

The mystery was solved. The similarities between Tommy and I started at the top of our heads and stopped around the shirt collar. That boy was 3 months younger then me and had a penis that was longer and thicker. Our balls could only be compared on the same premise that a fig looks like a raisin, only bigger. Tommy had the figs, and I had the raisins.

We both got our first girlfriends towards the end of that school year. It was all very innocent. Kissing, holding hands, and feeling a boob provided that there where boobs to be felt. We carried on that tradition into high school and listened to other boys brag about their sexual conquest. Both Tommy and I might have left other boys with a similar impression. But privately, we both admitted that we where virgins and a little afraid to take that big step.

Tommy and I admitted many things to each other. That had all started at the beginning. It was when we couldn’t be sure or certain about what was normal or average that we showed each other. We watched some pornography together and agreed that not every guy could possible cum so much and so far. The answer to that mystery was simple. All that we had to do was watch each other cum, and we did. We also did that again the very next day so that we could be sure that nothing had changed. This was in no way faggotry! It was fuckin’ science and biology, that’s all!

I remember once telling Tommy that a girl named Darla had agreed to go to the drive-in with me and I asked to borrow his car. Darla had a reputation for giving an awesome hand job. It was once reported that she had jacked-off the entire football team in the darkened school bus returning from an away game. Not one at a time, but two at a time.

I was staying over at Tommy’s the night that I told him about the pending date with Darla. Tommy was well aware of the tales of Darla Harris and her hand jobs.

“Oh fuck Gary! I heard she does this twisty-wrist thing that makes you leak pre-cum by the spoonful. Then she jacks you off with you own clear-cum.” Tommy said in the darkness of his bedroom.

I was almost on the verge of tears. Tommy was of little help because all of his orgasms and ejaculations had been self inflicted just like mine. 

I must have been going on about the subject too much that Tommy got tired of hearing it. In the darkness, he got out of bed and I heard his closet door open. “If you ever tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” Tommy said from across the dark room.

“About what?” I said just as I felt a towel his me in the face. I was so dense back them that I had to ask what it was for. “Lay it on the bed on your left side dummy!” Tommy said and I complied.

Then I just lay there and didn’t move. It was silent for what seemed like forever. “Well roll over on your side towards the towel before I change my mind” Tommy said with an angry tone.

I did and I felt Tommy digging his fingers into the opening of my boxers. He was fishing around for my penis and got it out fairly quickly. Never in my life had I gone from complete softness to total hardness so quickly. It reminded me of one of those emergency life rafts that will inflate automatically. Even Tommy noticed.

“Damn Gary! You boned up fuckin’ fast!” Tommy said through labored breath.

So did Tommy. I didn’t dare say a word and I couldn’t believe that he was unaware of the fact that his boner was in contact with my butt cheeks. Not like poking me as if he was trying to butt fuck me, but lengths wise like you put a hot dog between the buns. 

It was really nice until the base of my cock was making too much friction around the opening of my boxer shorts. Tommy told me to take them off and I did. I was totally naked and glad that it was so dark. Tommy couldn’t see my face and the fact that this was not like other experiments to show each other something. This was interactive and flat out sexual activity. Tommy was jacking me off and I loved every second. I was hot and turned on by it. 

There in the darkness, I had my first realization. The hand job was wonderful; the feeling in my cock was just as nice. It was the feeling in my heart that shed a new light on the relationship between Tommy and I. There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever, I knew 100% right then that the feeling in my heart was not due to the act but the actor. 

I forgot all about Darla. I didn’t care about her twisty-wrist or if she really jacked-off the football team. I didn’t give a fuck he she jacked off the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and made each of them little fuckers cum buckets. I found the person that I wanted to take care of my masturbation needs going forward. This was it for me. Darla could jack me off a million times but I was never going to experience the ecstasy of her stiff cock sliding up and down between my butt cheeks. In the heat of passion, the best bullshit story came to my mind as if someone other then Tommy and I wanted this to happen

“Tommy! The snaps on your boxers are scratching the hell out of my ass dude!” I said breathlessly, like I had run a mile.

I’m not sure to this day, but I did hear a tearing sound and have come to the conclusion that Tommy tore those boxers off like a Chippendales Dancer. To my utter delight, I felt Tommy assume his previous position and this included the position of his stiff cock. But now it was skin on skin. It was warm and felt so much better that I began to moan.

“Oh my God! Tommy, this is awesome dude. If you think jacking-off is good, getting jacked off is so much better. You have to let me do it to you, I owe you big time dude!”

By the way Tommy was breathing on the back of my neck and saying things like: “You like my hand, don’t you?” and “I’m making your cock feel good, huh?” I didn’t think that he would refuse my offer to return the favor. For a brief moment, I thought that I had seriously misjudged the event.

“Fuck Tommy! I’ll do yours next man! It’s awesome.” I said.

“Don’t think so man.” Tommy said and my heart sank. I felt cheated because the prize was no longer getting jacked off. It was my desire to jack Tommy off that was at the surface of my being.

“You sure?” I said trying to mask my disappointment.

“I guarantee it! Tommy shot back. Because if you don’t cum soon, I’m going to cum all over your butt! I’m not kidding Gary!” Tommy said so softy and so close to my ear that I could feel his cheek on the side of my neck.

A smile came to my face and I remember feeling like I could cry. But I didn’t for many reasons. I made my wishes perfectly clear. And Tommy understood.

“Tommy! Please don’t stop! I don’t care if you cum on my butt. I can wipe it off! Please just keep going man, I’m so fucking close dude!”

It was all so fucking hot. Tommy bit my shoulder and he started pumping his cock in the crack of my ass. Now that he had permission, he was full on fake fucking me and I came so close to telling him to just go for it! Shove your cock up my ass and fuck me like the silly little bitch that I am. It was Tommy who was now making all of the generous offers.

“Gary?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Stay the night tomorrow and I’ll let you do this to me, it’s so fucking good man. Your ass is going to make me shoot dude. I’m fucking cumming bro! Your about to get my cum splattered all over this hot little ass of yours.” Tommy said and his words alone set me off.

“Yeah Tommy! Go for it! Fuckin’ shoot it dude! Shoot that shit all over my ass! Shoot it with me! Let’s cum together, okay?”

Just then I felt Tommy bit down on my ear. He said “Cumming! Cumming! With my earlobe still clinched between his teeth. On his next up stroke, I felt a blast of hot cum shoot all the way up the surface of my back. I actually heard the second shot hit the pillowcase behind my head. 

“I’m cumming Tommy! Yeah!” I said as he cupped his hand over the tip of my cock and let me blast the first shot into his palm. Then he finished jacking me off with my own cum. As soon as the semen stopped flowing, Tommy and I couldn’t get dressed fast enough. 

“All that sexy talk was just play, right?” Tommy said. “I just said what I thought Darla might say. You didn’t think that I was talking about us did you?” He said so matter-of-factly.

“Of course not!” was all that was available for me to say.

I laid there in the darkness and I once again felt like I could cry, but I didnn’t for many different reasons. But I knew that Gary was just freaked out. I paid very close attention to what he said and none of it could possibly be an example of what Darla might say. 

Come on! “Stay the night tomorrow and I’ll let you do this to me?” 

I did stay over at Tommy’s the next night. And guess what?

End of part 1...