Tan Lines

In addition to being twins, my sister and I also have
similar tastes when it comes to the guys who turn us on.
I was always secretly itching for a crack at one of her
boyfriends. I had become especially fond of one guy in
particular. His name was Billy, and he was drop dead
gorgeous.

In addition to his good looks, Billy was also very
perceptive. It didn’t take him long at all to figure out I
was physically attracted to him. I knew this because of the
way he teased me. When no one else was looking he was always
smiling at me and rubbing his dick. The guy was driving me
crazy.

Billy, my sister and I were all lounging around the pool
in our backyard, which is how we had spent most of our
afternoons since graduation. A couple of girls showed up and
persuaded my sister to accompany them to the mall. Which
left Billy and I alone. We’d never been alone together
before. I settled back, enjoying yet another lazy afternoon
of sun, wondering if this was going to be my lucky day.

“I’m already getting one hell of a tan line,” said Billy
hiking up one leg of his baggy, swim trunks.

God, I liked looking at him. I loved everything about
him, including his long, nearly hairless legs. I took full
advantage of his invitation to look.

“I think tan lines are sexy.”

Billy nodded. “A lot of people do. But I’ve always
thought it would be neat to spend some time on one of those
nude beaches, and get a tan all over.”

I shook my head. “You’re sure a lot braver than I am.
I could never get naked in front of all those other people.
Everybody gawking at everybody else. I’d be too
embarrassed.”

Billy snickered. “ I said I’d thought about it. I
didn’t say I have the balls to actually do it.”

I had this vision of Billy spread eagle on some deserted
beach, his tan line disappearing before my eyes. But it
wasn’t his vanishing tan line that intrigued me. It was his
slender, round ass, and floppy pink dick that held me
captive.

“As private as what this place is I’m surprised you ‘ve
never laid out naked,” Said Billy. He was of course
referring to our backyard.

I guess I’d never really thought about it before, but he
was right. The stockade fence, trees and dense shrubbery
created a nearly impenetrable barrier. “Are you suggesting
what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Why not,” said Billy. “We’re alone. No one can see
us.”

“You go ahead if you want, but I don’t think ......“

“Come on, man. You’re making me work too hard for this.
You think I’m blind, or what? I’ve seen how you look at me.
I know what you want, and I want it too.”

“Are you crazy!”

“Just horny,” said Billy, taking off his trunks.
“I know you’ve been dying to see this,” he said, rubbing the
extended pouch of his jock. “Come on. Let’s do it. Take off
your trunks. Show me your cock.”

Billy’s eyes followed me as I stood up and pulled down
my trunks. “Yeah,” he cooed softly. “Show me what you got.”
My pulse rate doubled when he hooked his thumbs over the
elastic waste of his jock an began wiggling it down over his
narrow hips. I reached out and touched his arm. “Let me do
that,” I said, rubbing his firm, flat abdomen.

“By all means. Be my guest,” said Billy, reaching out
to gently squeeze the contents of my jock.

He hummed passionately. “Ummm, you’ve got a big one.”
He pulled the cup of my jock to one side, liberating my
eight-inch slab of expanding meat. “A really big one!”
I fucking love big, hard dicks,” he panted. “Don’t you?”

Consumed by an irresistible urge to chew on his damp
jock, I knelt down beside him. “Big, or not, it doesn’t
matter to me. I just love dick.”

Billy gyrated his hips as I bent over and began licking
the strained pouch of his jock. The pungent odor of his
flesh caused my head to spin, but mostly it was the taste of
ball sweat that sent my senses into hyper—drive.

I was completely out of control, snarling, chewing
savagely at the thin layer of fabric that shielded Billy’s
manhood from my starving mouth. I felt his fuck muscle
pulsating against my lips. The smell, the taste, the ruttish
flexing of his bony rod. I ached to have him in my throat.

“Christ, you want it bad, don’t you?” said Billy,
pulling down the front of his jock. His six-inch cock sprang
back onto his sweaty belly, jerking, its swollen, purplish
knob shimmering in the mid-day sun.

“Take it,” he said. “Suck it. Suck it hard.”

I was on him like a hungry predator devouring its prey,
mouth open, panting, drool oozing from my lips. The sight of
his vulnerable cock launched me on a primeval quest.