by Todd Young
He blinked a few times.
Then Theo reappeared.
He had a thumb under the waist cord of the thong. “You’ve got to wear these ones to bed,” he said. He pinched the waist cord outward and released it with a snap. “We have to wear the same clothes. Always.”
“What?”
Theo walked toward him and bent forward, grinning, his face an inch or so away. “You and me, we’re twins, we’re brothers, we’re the same. In everything.” He kissed him between the eyes. Then he reached for Riley’s hand and gripped it. He lifted it to his groin and pressed it against his genitals.
Riley took a sharp breath. His limp fingers sunk inwards. He was shocked to feel how soft everything was. Theo lifted his hand and then lowered it, trailing his fingers over his cock and balls. Nothing he’d ever touched had felt like that, no part of the human body. His hand was slack and loose as Theo drew it between his thighs, onto the bare, warm skin, lifted it under his balls, and then dragged it up the length of his cock. He forced it down and drew it upward again, Riley’s fingers bobbling awkwardly, stroking his cock.
Riley stared, fixated.
Then Theo’s cock began to swell.
Riley snatched his hand away. He gripped it with his other and stared at them, his head lowered. Theo kissed his hair. A moment later, he was behind the armchair. He put his hands on Riley’s shoulders and began to massage him.
Riley frowned. “I don’t want to do anything. Okay, Theo.”
“Whatever.”
“Tomorrow night.”
Theo sighed heavily. He went on massaging in silence. Then he said, “You’re wearing these underpants to bed, though, aren’t you?”
“I guess.” He took a breath. “If I have to.” He wouldn’t have wanted to admit it, but he liked the idea. He caught a glimpse, from someone else’s point of view, of how they might look in matching thongs. Then he wondered if Theo wanted to stare at him the way he’d been staring. “What underpants did you wear today?”
“Same as you. The green boxer briefs with the ducks.”
“How did you …?”
“I had to look through your stuff to see what was missing. Then I thought of you all day, wearing the suit and the tie and everything.”
Riley nodded.
He made coffee. They drank it and talked some more. He tidied up the living room and stacked the dishwasher. Then he took a shower. When he opened the bathroom door, dressed in the thong, he had the suit bunched up in front of his body, concealing the thong. Theo was lying on top of the comforter with his head propped on his hand. He had one knee lifted. His body looked long and lanky and utterly naked but for the colorful target centered on his groin.
“Come on. Show me,” Theo said.
“I look the same as you.”
“Yeah. Well, I can’t see myself. Hang the clothes up.”
Riley cleared his throat and sidled toward the closet. In his mind he had a very clear picture of how starkly naked he’d look from behind. He felt awkward about exhibiting himself like that.
“Drop the clothes and turn around.”
“Hell.” He dropped them in a pile at his feet. Then he was blushing. In the bathroom, when he was putting the thong on, he’d got a boner. He’d only just managed to get it down. He huddled forward awkwardly, picked up the jacket, and then turned. It slipped off the coat hanger and he had to bend forward.
“Wow! You’ve got a nice bottom,” Theo said. “Can I stick my penis in that?”
Riley bent forward for the trousers. “Just swear for Chrissake.”
“Can I jack my cock up your hot fucking ass, sweet brother of mine?”
He shook his head without turning. “Hell, no.” He hung the tie up, and then walked into the bathroom with the shirt and put it in the hamper. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, a glimpse of the bright, green and orange target with his lumpy junk beneath it. He shut his eyes tight, turned back to the bedroom, and jumped when he realized the curtains were open. He stalked toward them, stood at one side and peered through the window, keeping his body out of sight.
Melody’s curtains were open. They were almost always closed. It had made him feel comfortable about leaving his own curtains open, and he’d disregarded them tonight. Which was stupid. Particularly after seeing Melody with David this morning. Now he could see directly into her room. They were surprisingly close. Her room was brightly lit, but as it sat higher, all he could see was the upper portion of a wooden closet and the yellow glass light fitting on the ceiling. But she (or David) would be able to see down and into his bedroom. They would certainly be able to see Theo on the bed. He was virtually naked, which wasn’t exactly a problem, but anyone looking might just as easily assume it was him. Then he realized that they’d been sitting on the bed together a couple hours ago. They’d kissed, and lain together. No one looking could have mistaken their relationship. And for all intents and purposes they were brothers, which only made it worse. Hell. He felt sick thinking about it. All that thought of he and Theo being safe when already they might have been seen.
He stepped in front of the window and quickly drew the curtains, awkwardly naked. They most likely hadn’t seen anything. Hopefully they hadn’t. And he needed to make sure that didn’t happen in the future.
“Theo, these curtains have to stay closed,” he said, turning to him. He told him about David and Melody, about them being brother and sister, and recounted his meeting with them this morning.
“At the pool?”
He nodded.
“How far away is that?”
“A block or so.”
“It’d be nice to see David naked.” He smiled, but his eyes were searching every inch of Riley’s body. He was watching him closely, just as Riley had watched him.
Riley turned the light out and got under the comforter. Theo climbed under also, and a moment later he felt Theo’s hand on his thigh.
“Theo,” he said warningly.
“Oarrh.” He was silent for a moment. “Can we hug, before we go to sleep?”
Riley felt a jolt as he considered it. They were both so naked. Their bodies would be pressed against one another, and already his cock was a little full. Still, he could hardly deny him a hug, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do anything more, it was simply that he didn’t feel ready. And he knew he was afraid.
He rolled onto his side and reached for Theo. They slid together. And it was worse than he’d imagined. The entire length of their naked bodies were pressed against each other. Theo gripped with both hands and pulled them close. Their genitals collided, two soft warm packages sinking into each other. It only took a moment, and then both of them were hardening. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed, and then shut his eyes tight. His cock unfurled and Theo’s unfurled alongside it. The feathery layer of cotton between them felt like nothing. Theo’s cock jerked, his jerked in response, and they both groaned. He’d never felt anything so overwhelmingly pleasurable in his life. It was everything he’d ever hoped for, but at the same time so much more.
He’d been holding Theo gently, barely grazing the warm, taut skin of his back, but he gripped a little tighter. Their cocks jerked again, first Theo’s and then his, and then they went on jerking intermittently. He felt his balls tightening. His nipples hardened into nubs. He could feel Theo’s pressed against them. He had his head hooked over his shoulder, and Theo’s head was pressed against his. It was impossible not to be acutely conscious once more of the fact that they were physically identical. And now they were really touching one another. Despite what he’d said, this was sex.
Their cocks began to jerk a little more insistently. Theo gripped Riley’s lower back with one hand, and then slid that hand beneath the cord of his thong. He trailed it downward and gripped his ass, gripping one cheek firmly and massaging it.
Riley muttered something, lost, he felt, as though he was in a dream. He felt like he was sinking into the mattress and spinning, travelling toward the center of the
earth. He slid his hand onto Theo’s ass and gripped it and Theo groaned. And then, in silent agreement, they began to rut one another, jerking their hips forward and backward, their cocks tight alongside each other, tight in the cups of their thongs.
They found one another’s lips and were kissing as they came, kissing frenziedly. Their mouths were locked tight, and they were groaning, their bodies straining. He felt his cum spurt through the cotton and, simultaneously, felt a wet burst from Theo, cum spurting onto his abs. It was as though their bodies were timed precisely, matched precisely in even this.
They pulled backward, panting heavily. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and he could see Theo. His eyes were deep, dark wells, his lips parted, his face a study in wonderment. He felt his expression was the same.
“Wow!” Theo said.
Riley nodded. They pressed their foreheads together and lay there, panting.
Within five or ten minutes they were asleep, lying on their backs, hand in hand.
20
He woke in the morning to the sound of laughter. The bedroom door was open, and by the sound of it, Theo was in the kitchen with Creig. Riley swore silently and then got up. He slipped into a pair of chinos and a soft collared shirt.
In the kitchen doorway he gripped the jamb. Creig was cooking bacon and eggs. But Theo was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in nothing but the thong.
Riley bit his bottom lip and winced. Wearing a pair of boxer briefs in Creig’s company was one thing, but a thong was a whole other level.
“Hey, bro,” Theo said, lifting his head and nodding.
Creig turned from the stove. His face looked bright, his eyes shining.
Riley took a step forward.
“You up for bacon and eggs?” Creig asked.
He nodded, and then watched in dismay as Creig’s eyes slid toward Theo.
“I’ll grab the juice,” Theo said. He got up, grinning at Riley, and opened the fridge.
Feeling as though he was in something of a daze, Riley took a seat.
A moment later, Theo was stretching toward the high cabinets, searching for glasses, his ass on display.
Creig turned and watched as he poured the juice and Riley felt, oddly perhaps, that it wasn’t simply Theo’s body, but his body that was on display. Now, somehow, Creig knew what every inch of his body looked like naked. He felt himself blushing, and put his head in his hands.
“You coming to the pool?” Creig said.
“The pool?”
“Yeah, we’re going to the pool,” Theo said.
Riley froze for a moment and then nodded halfheartedly, glancing from Theo to Creig. There was no way Theo should have been leaving the house, but he didn’t see how he could say anything in Creig’s company.
Creig served up the bacon and eggs, and Riley sat in silence while Theo and Creig chatted. From the sound of it, they had arranged this outing to the pool last night sometime. Theo had no doubt been asking questions.
The meal was soon finished, and then Theo was on his feet again, clearing up the table and putting the plates in the dishwasher, his ass on display once more. He rinsed his hands in the sink and patted Riley on the shoulder as he left the room.
“He’s very free and easy with his body, isn’t he?” Creig said.
Riley swallowed awkwardly. “Like I said, he doesn’t really get social situations.”
Creig nodded, a smile playing about his lips. “So, the pool,” he said, and slapped the table.
Riley walked into his room and closed the door.
“Since when are you going to the pool?” he said to Theo.
“Since last night. I asked Creig about it and he said we could go today.”
Riley nodded, at a loss for words.
“You don’t have to go,” Theo added, pulling a shirt from the closet, a lemon colored shirt, the same shirt as Riley was wearing.
“Don’t wear that,” Riley said.
“Why?”
“Don’t wear the same as me in front of Creig.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It just looks odd, that’s all.”
Theo stared at him for a moment and then chose another shirt. He pulled a pair of chinos on over his thong, the same chinos as Riley’s, though, and then began searching for a pair of socks.
“You really shouldn’t be going to the pool,” Riley said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“I don’t figure it matters. We look like brothers. Everyone’ll think we’re brothers.”
Riley stared at him for a moment in silence. He didn’t see how he could stop Theo. He was a free agent. Even so, he felt sick at the thought of appearing in public with Theo. Anything might happen.
Absentmindedly, he slipped on a pair of shoes. Then he gripped Theo’s elbow. “Just watch me, okay. Do what I do.”
Theo nodded.
It was a Saturday morning, so there were plenty of people at the pool. The pavilion was echoing with the sound of voices. They found a place on the bleachers and as they began to undress, it occurred to Riley he was still wearing the same thong as Theo. So he gripped the waistband and drew it down with his chinos, hiding it so that Creig didn’t see.
As he was straightening up, he threw a covert glance at Theo’s groin and stopped, surprised. Theo was naked and his cock looked different to his — thicker, fuller. Riley stared for a moment and then realized what it was. Theo hadn’t been circumcised and it made a lot of difference.
Stupidly, it made Riley feel naked, and he gripped his arms as though he was shivering.
Creig was folding his clothes onto a seat. Then they were ready, all three of them naked, and they wandered down toward the blocks. Creig dived in, followed by Riley and then Theo, though Theo made a hell of a splash. The three of them bobbed around in the deep end, smiling and talking for a few minutes, then Creig suggested a diving competition.
Theo liked this idea, and they climbed out and stood on the blocks side-by-side. Riley threw a second glance at Theo’s cock and again got a surprise. At school, he’d been sensitive about the fact that he’d been circumcised, though it wasn’t until he was a sophomore that he’d understood exactly why he was different. He was one of only a few guys in his year who’d been circumcised, and on a couple of occasions he’d been teased about it.
Creig wanted to see who could do the silliest dive, and he began by twisting his body into the air and waving his arms and legs as he fell. Theo laughed, and was laughing as Creig came up, bending forward and gripping his abs. Then Theo and Riley had a turn, Riley curling his body in a fetal position, and Theo doing much as Creig had done. They bobbed around in the water for a couple of minutes, and then Creig suggested they go again. They got out and stood on the blocks. Creig dived high, his ass in the air, and came down hard, the surface of the pool catching him in the groin. When he came up, he was wincing and wiping the water from his eyes.
Theo chuckled and Creig stared up at them. He looked from Theo to Riley and back again, and then climbed out of the pool. Riley was about to dive in again when Creig slapped his elbow.
“Turn around,” he said.
“What?”
“Turn around.”
Reluctantly, Riley turned. From the expression on Creig’s face he already knew what it was about. Creig was staring at his groin, his mouth open and a smile forming. He turned to Theo and looked from Theo to Riley and back again. Theo was already facing him, and Riley knew what it was about. Creig had noticed when he was in the water.
“What the fuck?” he said. “You’ve been cut and your brother hasn’t.”
Riley began to blush and felt like covering his junk with his hands.
“What?” Theo said.
“His cock’s been cut and yours hasn’t.”
“Cut?”
“Yeah. Cut. Circumcised.” He paused for a moment, staring from Theo to Riley again.
Now Theo was looking, staring at Riley’s groin and then at
his own. He was obviously confused.
“What’s been cut?” he said.
“Are you kidding?” Creig said. “His foreskin.”
There were a few moments of silence, and then Creig said, “Why the hell would your parents do that? Get one brother cut and the other not.”
“It was an accident,” Riley said, though he knew this wasn’t true. “I had an accident. On my bike.”
“Yeah.” Theo nodded. “It was a real mess.”
Riley threw him a dark look.
Creig burst with a loud laugh that echoed around the pavilion. “Hell, that must have hurt,” he said, gripping his cock and balls.
Riley swallowed and then dived into the pool as gracefully as he could manage. A moment or two passed and then Theo dived in, bucking his body in the air as though he was a bull being ridden in a rodeo.
Creig laughed and said, “Hey, I’ve got to use the bathroom.”
He disappeared in that direction and Theo turned to Riley. “What got cut?” he said, confusion marring his features.
“My cock.”
“Yeah, but how? You mean all that extra skin?”
“Yeah.”
They stared at each other in silence for a few moments and then Theo made a face, as though he was commiserating with Riley, as though Riley really had had that accident on his bike.
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On Friday, when Akam mentioned Erran, July had listened carefully. He had nothing but suspicions, really, but all the same, she gave him the go-ahead to follow up on it and see if there wasn’t something more to Erran’s erratic behavior.
Early on Saturday morning, Akam rode the subway up to Thirty-Eighth Street and found a spot opposite Erran’s building, thinking he’d kill some time watching his apartment until his date with July for lunch.