Wild Ones (Part 3)

Neither of us wanted to leave Corey. That I knew for sure. But Samuel and I dressed and climbed back into our truck. We took a moment. We hadn't even had a chance to hold him afterward.

It’s the time of year for the annual family barbecue. Twins Sawyer and Samuel are present but not mingling with their family or their parents’ friends and business associates. They have other things on their minds. Their encounter with Uncle Jesse has shed light on a few things.

Sawyer wants more from his brother, but Samuel isn’t sure what is happening between them. How their relationship has shifted since sleeping with Corey, their upstairs neighbor.

How it changed again out by Uncle Jesse’s woodshed.

When they see Corey at the barbecue on the arm of their dad’s business partner, Ivan, a conversation ensues. Corey has told Ivan about his night with both twins.

Ivan wants to see it for himself.

Ivan likes to watch.

Being in that position again, where there is no way to avoid touching one another … where will it lead? Do they accept the invite? Will Samuel finally shed the walls he has built?

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In the last installment of Wild Ones

Wild Ones (Part 2)

In the first installment of Wild Ones

Wild Ones (Part 1)

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The annual barbecue was a tradition in our family long before my twin brother, Samuel, and I were born. Our parents had always been outgoing, and they continued to hold the best parties.

My first memory of the barbecue, I must have been about five. I had clear memories of Uncle Jesse playing hide-and-seek with us around the yard while our parents’ friends and business associates mingled in clumps on the lawn. He’d broken the tedium for us.

Now, we knew him on a more carnal level. Our week at his house in the woods was still seared into my memory. He’d only fucked us the once, but it had drawn Samuel and me closer.

My cock perked up as I remembered Uncle Jesse’s dick in my ass, pounding and swearing, letting loose into my brother and me. Then the gentle way Samuel had jerked us off afterward.

That wasn’t the last time. We’d spent many nights since facing each other in one bed or the other, kissing fervently and jacking each other off. We often fell asleep with one another now.

“Here.” Samuel nudged me and handed me a beer. The barbecues had become infinitely more interesting once we became legal to drink alcohol. No need for hide-and-seek now. But what also came with age was the expectation that we would engage guests in conversation.

I was a natural at it, but Samuel struggled. Just like he was struggling with our changing relationship. Sometimes after one of our jacking-off sessions, he would leap out of bed, wordlessly, and wouldn’t return to me for the rest of the night, leaving me alone to think.

It was something we needed to talk about, but I didn’t want to scare Samuel off with what I wanted from him as my twin brother. And he was too shy to bring it up.

I leaned against him and brushed the back of my knuckles against his. I loved my brother beyond words. No man would ever be able to compete with how I felt about him.

Samuel sighed, took a sip of his beer, and clung to my fingers. The tenderness only lasted for a moment. We were fairly well hidden in the outdoor kitchen, but we were dancing with danger.

The only person who knew about the shift in our relationship was Uncle Jesse. He’d never say anything to anyone. Why would he? What he’d done to us out by the woodshed deserved a repeat at some point. We’d already made plans with him to go up during the winter to do some snowshoeing and to rip around on the snow machines. I’d dropped hints about wood fires in the fireplace and how I loved to feel the heat on my bare skin. He’d picked up every hint.

“What are you thinking about?” Samuel asked.

I smirked. “Hot sex.”

Samuel snorted. “Some things never change.”

“You took off again last night.” It slipped out before I had a chance to stop where my thoughts were dragging me. I hoped he’d brush me off. This wasn’t the place for this conversation.

“I needed to think.”

“Yeah … I get that. Been doing a lot of thinking myself.”

Samuel held his beer to his chest. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it’s going. And it scares me.”

I flung my arm around his shoulders and hugged him to me. “You don’t need to be scared of me. We’ve been through so much together. It’s brought us closer. Especially after Corey.”

Samuel nodded. “That was definitely a turning point. It made me nervous and confused how much I wanted you to touch me. How much I wanted to touch you. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared about where my feelings are taking me. I just can’t wrap my head around it.”

“What are you boys up to?” Our dad strode toward us. “You should be mingling, not hiding out here in the kitchen.” He grabbed Samuel’s arm. “Split up and go talk to people.”

I wrinkled my nose as our dad led Samuel away and approached a group of people with him in tow. I could tell how uncomfortable he was, and that knowledge made my heart hurt for him.

I took a sip of my beer and perused my choices. Most of the people here were from my dad’s office or people he was doing business with. Our house was grand, and he liked showing it off.

Then I spotted him in the far corner of the yard. Corey, our upstairs neighbor. And he was standing close to a man I had known most of my life. My dad’s business partner, Ivan.

Were they here together? I hadn’t known Ivan was gay if they were. I approached the small group of four men. They were discussing the latest business acquisition. My dad’s firm was expanding by buying up smaller law firms and inheriting their client list. It was predatory, which annoyed me. My dad and I had never seen eye to eye. He thought Samuel and I were too soft.

I stepped into the circle of people. “Ivan.” I stuck out my hand, and Ivan shook it. “What are we talking about? The latest bid to take over the world of law firms?”

Ivan laughed. “I know you don’t approve. It drives your dad mental, which infinitely impresses me about you. Your dad is a hard man to rattle.”

I smiled. So, I was getting to dear old dad. Nice to know.

He put his arm at the small of Corey’s back. “This is Corey. My date for the evening.”

“Yes, I know Corey well. He lives upstairs from us. We’ve hung out.”

Ivan’s eyes grew wide, and he excused himself from the group. He led Corey to a quiet corner of the yard, with me two steps behind them. I had a feeling he knew something.

He gripped my bicep. “You’re the twins? The twins?”

“Corey told you about us.”

“In great detail. Fucked him a few times, calling up those images.”

I put my free hand on my hip. “Didn’t know you were gay, Ivan.”

“I’m not, but Corey caught my eye, and I thought what the hell—why not?”

“Just like that.” I crossed my arms, hugging my beer in the crook of my armpit. “Are you a couple?” God, I hope not. That would be too weird.

“No, it’s just casual,” Corey spoke at last. “I’ve made myself available for him.”

My brow furrowed. I didn’t like the sound of that. Corey was too sweet a guy to be used as a booty-call cum dumpster. He deserved better. But then, maybe, he didn’t want better.

Everyone had their kinks.

Ivan was eyeing me up in a way that made me both uncomfortable and a little turned on. My cock was enthralled by the sultry expression on his face. The gears in his mind were turning.

“Oh, hey, Corey.” Samuel stepped up beside me. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“He’s here with Ivan,” I replied.

Samuel straightened up. “Really? That’s damned small world kind of shit.”

“I think it was destined,” Ivan said.

I touched Samuel’s hand. “He knows about us and Corey.”

“Oh.”

I could feel my brother’s body tense.

“I have an idea,” Ivan said. “I like to watch.”

Here we go.

“I would love to watch Corey being double-teamed by the two of you.”

“Not going to happen,” Samuel replied. “That was a one-time thing.”

I nudged Samuel’s arm. “Was it, though?”

Samuel turned to me. “You’re considering this?”

“Come on, Samuel, even you have to admit … it sounds hot.”

“But we’ve known Ivan since we were kids.”

I tipped my head and raised my eyebrow. He knew exactly what I was referring to without me needing to speak. We’d known Uncle Jesse our whole lives, too. And he was our mom’s stepbrother. We’d let him fuck us hard and fill us with his cum. And we loved it.

Samuel sighed. “Fine.”

I clapped my hands together. “Awesome.” I turned my attention to Corey. “Is the whole voyeurism thing all right with you? Not touching this if you’re not totally comfortable with it.”

“It wouldn’t be my first time,” Corey replied.

I could ask Corey more about that later. It seemed Ivan had a fetish that Corey was willing to fill. I had to admit that the idea of being watched excited me.

“When?” Samuel asked. “And where?”

“Right,” Ivan replied. “Getting right down to it.” He lifted his phone from his pocket and began scrolling. He must have a busy calendar because he was frowning at it.

“I only have Wednesday afternoon available. Unless you don’t mind meeting after ten.”

“We’re at school in the afternoon,” I answered. “After ten works better for us.”

Ivan smiled at me. “Okay. How’s tomorrow night at ten-thirty?”

“That works,” Samuel replied as he tangled his fingers with mine.

“Your place?” I asked.

Ivan was distracted, watching where our hands were joined. The need for closeness was a new development, often initiated by my twin brother. I knew deep down … he would nuzzle and kiss my neck playfully in public if it weren’t so taboo for us to be even thinking about it.

“You two are close?” Ivan asked. “Like close-close?”

“Somewhat,” Samuel answered. “It’s new. And we have boundaries.”

Ivan shook his head. “Pity. I would’ve liked to watch the two of you fucking.”

Samuel released my hand. Even the thought of my dick up his ass turned him cold. It was out of the question. I needed to accept that and embrace what we did have.

“Does Corey have your cell number?” Ivan asked me.

He did. Not that he’d ever used it. Samuel and I had decided to let Corey approach us if he wanted a repeat of our night together. Turns out, Ivan had been keeping him busy.

“Yeah,” Corey said. “I’ll share it with you.”

“All right.” Ivan looked back and forth between us. “I’ll text you my address.”

The next night, Samuel wasn’t sure whether he wanted to go through with it. I’d finally convinced him to come with me as far as Ivan’s house before he made his final decision.

We were sitting in our truck in the dark on Ivan’s driveway, looking up at the house. Samuel shifted in his seat and put his hand on my thigh. I nearly hummed with affection for him.

“You really want to do this?” he asked.

“Yeah … I’m dying to fuck Corey again.”

“But with Ivan watching?”

That turned me on more than it probably should, being that he was my dad’s business partner and I’d known him for as long as I could remember. He’d seen Samuel and me running around as kids. We weren’t kids anymore, and Ivan was well aware of that.

Samuel slid his hand into my lap and caressed my stiffening dick through my shorts. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the headrest. I loved it when he touched me like this.

He abandoned my cock and ran his hand up my abs to my chest.

“I need you to kiss me first,” he whispered.

I shifted in my seat, trying to make out his features in the dark. There were slight differences between us. Not noticeable to anyone who didn’t know us well.

I cupped his face and kissed him. It was a comforting kiss. Not a heated one. Not the kind of kiss we exchanged while writhing beneath the sheets together. It was a kiss of assurance that I would be right there with him. Neither of us was doing this alone. We’d have each other’s backs.

Samuel pulled away. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

I gave him a quick kiss, then scrambled out of the truck. I let Samuel be the one to ring the doorbell. I wanted to make sure he was fully committed to this. No pressure from me.

Ivan answered the door; his mouth upturned into a beaming smile, and he sported raised eyebrows that showed his surprise. “You came!”

“That’s the general idea.” I smirked.

“Yes, yes … of course.” Ivan stepped back and ushered us into his impressive front entry and down a hallway to the massive kitchen. A marble quarry had been very busy with the flooring that ran straight through the house. Corey was perched on a stool at the vast island.

“Can I get either of you something to drink?” Ivan asked.

“Just water,” Samuel answered.

“Me too. Gotta stay hydrated,” I added.

Corey laughed and spun his glass of wine on the counter before lifting it to his lips. I hoped he hadn’t been overindulging before our arrival. I liked my sexual partners sober.

I watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed. He seemed more gorgeous than usual now that I knew I’d be getting my hands on him. He caught me staring, lowered his glass, and smiled.

Samuel brushed past me and placed himself between Corey’s bent legs, then put his hands on Corey’s hips. Corey, as adorable as could be, bit his lower lip as he stared up at him.

My twin brother brushed his fingers through Corey’s dark curls above one ear. Ivan set his tumbler of dark liquid on the island counter as Samuel bent forward and kissed Corey.

It was a hot kiss. One filled with desire and need. I wandered closer and put my hand on Samuel’s shoulder. He broke off his kiss with Corey and turned to me.

Our lips met, and we proceeded to devour one another.

There was an audible gasp from Ivan.

“Hot … right?” Corey said to him, then edged in and caught the corner of our joined lips. Our three mouths met, tasting—giving and taking. Someone’s hand cupped my cock.

Corey needed to get off that stool.