By: nevada_gavin & Ryan Michaels
There's one thing about having twin brothers - you're always in the minority. The twins were just a year younger than me, and they'd kept me on guard ever since my dad married their mom when I was just a kid. They were always up to something, usually at my expense. I hated it while I was growing up, but after I went off to college and got away from them for a few years, I was actually looking forward to seeing them again. We were all getting together for a family holiday at the folks, and I was wondering what kind of a stunt they were going to pull on me now that we were all adults. I had no doubt they were still as full of mischief as they had been when we were growing up. Boy, was I ever right about that!
They arrived home about an hour after I did and started razzing me right away, just like they had done years before. They'd grown up to be good-looking guys, their dark hair cut short and their builds solid. They'd both gotten into lifting weights, and it was showing up in their heavily muscled arms and thick chests. I was tall and slender, more a runner than a weightlifter.
After dinner, they put their heads together and kept looking over at me and nudging each other, laughing like they were plotting trouble. As I sat there watching them, I couldn't help but noticing that if I saw them in a bar, I'd be attracted to them. I'd never told them I was gay growing up, figuring it would just give them something else to razz me about, but once I went off to college I came out to my family. Everyone took it well and was very accepting. Oh, the twins still razzed me when we were all home, but they never razzed me about that.
I turned in shortly before midnight, and the twins followed suit. It was just like old times - me in my room, the twins across the hall, making a hell of a racket while getting ready for bed, and mom and dad in the master bedroom on the main floor.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my door creak. I started to sit up, but the guys were on top of me before I could get my head off the pillow. I struggled, but I didn't have a chance in hell against them.
They arrived home about an hour after I did and started razzing me right away, just like they had done years before. They'd grown up to be good-looking guys, their dark hair cut short and their builds solid. They'd both gotten into lifting weights, and it was showing up in their heavily muscled arms and thick chests. I was tall and slender, more a runner than a weightlifter.
After dinner, they put their heads together and kept looking over at me and nudging each other, laughing like they were plotting trouble. As I sat there watching them, I couldn't help but noticing that if I saw them in a bar, I'd be attracted to them. I'd never told them I was gay growing up, figuring it would just give them something else to razz me about, but once I went off to college I came out to my family. Everyone took it well and was very accepting. Oh, the twins still razzed me when we were all home, but they never razzed me about that.
I turned in shortly before midnight, and the twins followed suit. It was just like old times - me in my room, the twins across the hall, making a hell of a racket while getting ready for bed, and mom and dad in the master bedroom on the main floor.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my door creak. I started to sit up, but the guys were on top of me before I could get my head off the pillow. I struggled, but I didn't have a chance in hell against them.