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Gardening with a Twist

This story contains GAY INCEST and non-incest GAY SEX. If this is not your thing, please close this story and look elsewhere.

I have tried to cut down on my usual extensive bullshit that leads up to the good stuff, but there needs to be some - otherwise it's not an erotic story, it's a porn video highlights reel. Which is fine in its way, of course. But it's not what I'm going for.

I hope you enjoy this. The premise is based on a video I found on the internet which means that the story itself is highly improbable, but hopefully it should be different enough to avoid any plagiarism rows!

NOTE ON THE TEXT: There is the odd homophobic word in this text, which are used in a narrative context. As such, I hope you can overlook these.

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Robbie looked over at his twin brother, Jamie. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" he asked.

"Deadly serious," Jamie agreed. "Listen, it's a great opportunity to make a shitload of money! It's not like we're doing anything else for the next couple of months!"

"Yeah," Robbie admitted, "but gardening? Really?"

Jamie smirked at his younger twin. Robbie not only had a different birth date to Jamie, but also a different birth year! Jamie had arrived on the scene just after 11 o'clock at night on New Year's Eve, whilst Robbie hadn't decided to make his own appearance until about four hours into New Year's Day.Gardening with a Twist фото

That had been just over 18 years previously and ever since, Jamie had always been the ideas guy, whilst Robbie had always been the muscle guy. Not that Jamie had no muscles, but they were not as pronounced as those of his brother. Similarly, Robbie was no fool, but Jamie was faster in the mental stakes and, as such, got his own way more often than not, since he could think up an idea quicker than Robbie could.

"Really," Jamie insisted. "What's your problem? You get to swan around the houses of rich assholes with your shirt off for the whole damn summer! It's your fucking dream!"

"It's hot, outdoor work with lots of heavy lifting in the warmest part of the day at the warmest part of the year," Robbie countered.

"With. Your. Shirt. Off," Jamie repeated. He didn't really need to. Robbie was already convinced and the pair of them knew it. "Women will see you with your shirt off and who knows what they'll do to you?"

"Old women," Robbie said.

"Older women," Jamie countered. "And so what? Older means more experienced. More experienced means they'll teach you stuff and then you can practice what you've learned on that silly bitch girlfriend of yours when she comes back from Europe."

Robbie scowled. Sophie, his girlfriend of the past four months, was on a rail trip across Europe with three of her girlfriends; a trip they'd planned before she and Robbie had got together. She'd invited him to come along, but he couldn't afford it and his parents were barely putting food on the table as it was and so he had been forced to decline. He missed her; especially her hot pussy and her wonderful blowjobs.

"And then, next year, you can go with her because you'll have the cash," Jamie needled his brother just a little further.

"Alright," Robbie said in mock resignation. "So come on then, genius. How do we get started with a gardening business?"

"You get off your lazy ass and come with me," Jamie said. "Our first customer is waiting for us even as we speak."

"What? How?"

Jamie tapped his nose in the universal signal for keeping a secret. "Trust me, bro," he said, "it'll all work out."

Robbie sighed, stood and followed Jamie out of the door. Jamie locked up the house and put the key in the safe-box so it wouldn't fall out whilst they worked and get lost. They both knew their parents would have a fit if the brothers lost the key.

The two brothers walked for a couple of miles in the mid-morning sun. Their home was not far from Orlando, Florida in an area where many people had homes that were rented by foreign holidaymakers.

By heading away from the tourist areas, however, they found themselves in the more affluent part of town where the driveways were a few dozen yards long and the houses were worth a couple of million bucks.

Jamie led Robbie to one such McMansion off the main street and proceeded through the open gates and down the driveway.

"Why are the gates open?" Robbie muttered.

"Because they knew we were coming, dickhead," Jamie giggled.

"Oh. Yeah. Course." Robbie grinned at his brother. "You knew I'd go for it, didn't you?"

"You're young, dumb and broke as the song goes," Jamie replied. "You were always going to go for it."

"And the shirt off thing?"

Jamie grinned. "Call that the final nail in the coffin," he said. "You love it when girls ogle you. You're just a big fucking slut like that!"

"Hey!" Robbie objected, "not so much of the 'big', huh?"

The two brothers giggled. It wasn't a new joke, but it never failed to get a laugh in that weird way siblings have of finding humour in the otherwise mundane.

After what felt like about sixty miles of driveway, the two of them passed by a blood-red Porsche and finally reached the front door. Jamie prepared to ring the doorbell when a woman, probably in her early forties, came to the door. She was dressed in a smart blouse and skirt and yet, for all her professional appearance, she didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

"Oh," she said, clearly surprised to see them. "I wasn't expecting you for a while yet," she added. "The way you spoke on the phone, whichever one of you it was, gave me the impression you wouldn't be here until this afternoon."

"It was me, ma'am," Jamie said. "And the sooner we get started, the sooner we get finished as our father always says."

The woman simply nodded, her primary attention elsewhere. "Well," she said, "the equipment is in the shed out back. Just go around that way," she indicated towards the side of the house, "and you'll find it."

"Yes, ma'am," Jamie replied. "But er... how do we er..."

"Get paid?" Jamie nodded. "My husband is here; he works from home. Just knock on the back door when you're done and - if you've satisfied him - he'll pay you."

"Yes, ma'am," Jamie said again. The two boys nodded at the woman as she left. Both boys stared at her hot ass as she walked away and got into the Porsche. Then they turned and headed in the direction she had indicated.

It didn't take long to find the shed and the tools. Jamie, as the less muscly twin grabbed the shears and the secateurs and prepared to weed and trim whilst Robbie went for the slightly oversized lawnmower which, he was pleased to see, was battery powered. A quick check showed that the battery was almost fully charged and there were a couple of spares on chargers in the shed should he need them.

The rest of the morning passed swiftly as the boys got into the gardening. It took nearly an hour to mow all of the lawns, including a brief stop to change the battery, after which Robbie joined his brother in weeding the flower beds.

They talked about various shit, no one topic of conversation holding their interest for more than a few minutes at a time. It was, all in all, a nice way to spend the day. The heat, whilst high, was not oppressive and there was a lovely, cool, almost constant breeze that kept the two from sweating too badly. Notwithstanding, neither of them had a shirt on from almost the moment they started work.

Robbie's stomach growled, as if to complain that maybe the boy had had his throat cut. "I'm fucking starving," he moaned.

"Me too," Jamie agreed. "But we're nearly done here. Half an hour or so and we can pack away, get our money and get out. There's a couple of places on the way home we can get something to eat."

Robbie sighed. "Fine," he groaned and went back to the weeding.

"What the fuck?" Jamie hissed, not long after as they were almost done.

"What?"

"Don't look," Jamie answered, "but I think that lady's husband is jerking himself off looking at us!"

"Bullshit," Robbie said.

"Seriously, dude," Jamie said. "He's over by the kitchen window and it sure looks like he's jerking it. I mean, I can't see anything because the window is too high, but his hand is definitely moving up and down."

Robbie tried to casually look around which, of course, meant that it was perfectly fucking obvious that he was looking around. He quickly spotted the husband in the kitchen and, yes, it really did look like he was jerking off.

"He's pretending," he said with a conviction that surprised even him. "He wouldn't do that, not with strangers. And he's married! To a woman! And, I gotta admit, she was a pretty hot woman at that! So, yeah. I think he's messing with us."

An instant after the words were out of his mouth, the husband closed his eyes, moved his hand much faster and then opened his mouth in ecstasy. Both boys had seen a fair amount of porn and neither of them was a virgin and, whilst they couldn't hear anything, they both recognised the face of a man who was blowing his load.

"Fuck," Jamie said.

"Fuck is right," Robbie agreed.

The husband looked directly at them and smiled through the window. He nodded at them. He was also shirtless, they noticed and it seemed likely that he was also pant-less. Or that, at least, they were pooled around his ankles.

The two boys tried to look like they hadn't just been staring at the husband and hurried to pack the tools away.

"Time for the money," Jamie said, standing just outside the shed. Even though neither of them had mentioned anything, both boys had put their t-shirts back on.

"Yep," Robbie agreed.

"Gotta get paid," Jamie added.

"Indeed we do," Robbie agreed again.

Neither of them was making much effort to head to the kitchen door to get paid, however.

"Or we could, you know, come back later. Get it off the lady," Jamie suggested.

"But that way we can't get anything to eat until we get home," Robbie objected. "And I don't know about you, but I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"

Jamie sighed. "Fine," he agreed. "But you're coming with me to get it."

"What? Why?"

"Because," Jamie answered, "he looks bigger than me, stronger than me and if he's going to answer the door in his birthday suit I want you there to stop him dragging me inside and having his fucking way with me, OK?"

Robbie would normally have laughed at this, but he had seen the ecstasy on the man's face as he came through the window. He did have a lot of muscles, even more than Robbie himself. If he tried something with Jamie there was nothing that the older twin could do about it. Robbie wasn't sure he could do much to help either, but surely the guy wouldn't try anything if both of them were there. Right?

The two boys headed to the kitchen door. There was no need to knock. The husband was stood, just inside the open doorway and both brothers were quietly relieved to see him wearing shorts and socks.

"Finished, boys?" the man asked, unnecessarily, in a bright, but soft voice that hummed lightly.

"Yeah, just now," Jamie answered.

"So," the man continued, "I guess you want to get paid, huh?"

"Please," Jamie replied.

"$100, wasn't it?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie answered, finally remembering his manners that had eluded him for a few moments.

"No problem," the man said. "Come in and I'll get you the cash now."

"If it's all the same to you, sir," Robbie answered, "we can wait out here."

"Oh, bullshit," the man said. "You've worked like troopers for the past few hours, with barely a drink between you! Come in out of the sun for a few minutes." When the two boys still looked dubious, he added; "I've got air conditioning!"

"OK, sir," Jamie agreed, a little reluctantly. The husband stepped aside and the two brothers went into the kitchen.

Fuck, but it was nice and cool inside! The breeze outside had been all very well, but there was nothing like air con on a hot Florida afternoon.

"Can I get you boys a drink?" the man asked.

"We're fine, sir" Robbie replied. "We'll get something to eat and drink on the way home."

"Nonsense," the man objected. "It's just a drink!" As he spoke, he grabbed two cans of Fanta Lemon from the fridge and practically forced them into the boys' hands.

"Thank you, sir," Jamie said. Robbie nodded his agreement.

"Just wait here and I'll go get you your money," the man said. "Oh," he added as he prepared to leave, "my name's Michael. But most people call me Mickey Mouse."

Jamie snickered. "Really? Why?"

"Because of this," Michael replied, turning his back on the boys. On the back of his right shoulder was a tattoo of the silhouette of Walt Disney's most famous creation.

The two boys introduced themselves and Mickey (as he insisted they call him if they weren't going to call him Mickey Mouse) went off to get the money.

A few moments later, he was back in the kitchen with his wallet in his hand. He counted out loud ten notes and placed them on the table.

Jamie stared. The notes were in a rough pile and he could clearly see the portrait of Andrew Jackson on several of them.

"I think that's too much," he said, his mouth a little dry in spite of the drink that he had already half finished.

"I don't think so," Mickey said and picked up the notes again. This time he counted them out into the boys' hands. "$100 for you. And $100 for you," he said.

"But... the deal was for $100. For both of us. Together," Jamie said hoping, desperately, that Mickey wouldn't suddenly realise his mistake and take half of the money back.

"Well, I think you did such a great job you deserve it each," Mickey replied. "Keep it," he added a moment later, when the boys still looked a little unsure. "Look, I know young guys go through money like there's no tomorrow. So keep it! I mean it!"

Both boys nodded. "Thank you, sir," Jamie said.

"Yeah, thanks," Robbie agreed.

"Great," Mickey said. "Can I get you anything to eat?"

"No, seriously, sir," Jamie replied, "we'll get something on the way."

"No," Mickey said, "you can have something now. You guys like chocolate?"

That was a stupid question! Both boys nodded.

"Great," Mickey replied and turned to a cabinet behind him. He pulled out a couple of Mars bars and turned back around. "Here you go... oops!" he finished as he dropped both bars on the floor by his feet.

It would be some time later that Jamie and Robbie realised that this was not an accident, but by then things had moved on somewhat.

Jamie was first to move and squatted down to pick up the chocolate. As he did so, his face was at crotch height on Mickey. He didn't see how Mickey did it, but an instant after Jamie had knelt down, Mickey's loose shorts had been pushed down and fallen to the floor. Jamie, involuntarily, looked up and Mickey's impressive cock was right in front of his face.

Mickey looked down at Jamie. "I saw you watching me," he growled in a voice that was so different from the light, mellifluous tone that had come from his mouth before. "Right over there," he pointed to the window, "when I tossed myself off looking at you."

Jamie gulped but, for some reason, he did not stand up even though he had the chocolate in his hand.

"You saw me, didn't you?" Mickey asked, in that deep growl again. "You watched me cum as I watched you with your shirts off. Didn't you?"

Jamie nodded.

"Did you see me cum?" Mickey asked. "Did you see the cum flying from my cock as I watched you?"

"N... no, sir" Jamie replied in a squeaky tone that sounded nothing like his usual voice. "The window was too high," he added and wondered why.

"Ah," Mickey said. "I should have stood in the doorway." He looked at Robbie and then back at Jamie. "Not a problem, though," he added. "You can watch me again now. And this time," he added, "you'll be able to see everything."

"Um..." Jamie said, unsure how to turn the offer down.

"We're not gay!" Robbie blurted out. Jamie closed his eyes in despair. Trust Robbie to fuck it up, whatever this was.

"Neither am I," Mickey said. "You met Cassandra when you came in. No man taps a pussy like her and is gay. But still," he continued, "you missed the best parts of the show."

"I said 'no'," Robbie countered, a little more forcefully.

"Actually, you didn't," Mickey replied, reasonably. "But the door is locked so you can't get out. And, seriously, I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you ask me to, of course," he grinned at his own, feeble joke.

"But..." Robbie said, but he was interrupted.

"Look," Mickey said, "you're going to do this whether you like it or not. So you may as well just accept it and get on your knees next to your brother."

"Fuck you," Robbie hissed.

"Maybe later," Mickey said and smirked. A vaguely evil glint flashed in his eyes. "Right now, I want to jerk myself off on your pretty little faces. So get, fucking, down!"

Robbie went to grab his phone from his back pocket, only to realise that they'd left their phones at home so they didn't get damaged. "No fucking way," Robbie said. "Jamie! Get up!"

"Fucking stay there," Mickey hissed and pushed down on Jamie's shoulder to stop him from rising. "If your brother won't join you," he continued, "then you'll get all of my cum for yourself."

"No," Jamie said in a voice not much above a whisper.

"Yes," Mickey said and started to jerk himself with the hand not on Jamie's shoulder.

"But..." Jamie started.

"But nothing," Mickey interrupted him. "And take that fucking shirt off, unless you want to walk home with my jizz all over it."

Jamie shook his head, but Mickey understood that this was not an objection, more an admission that the young man did not want to walk home with Mickey's jizz all over his shirt. A few moments later, the shirt was on the floor.

"Now the shorts," Mickey said.

"What?"

"Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Shorts!"

"Why?"

"Because," Mickey said, "I want to see you hard for me."

Jamie gulped again. "I'm not hard," he objected.

"Prove it," Mickey said, that evil glint flashing once more.

Jamie slumped. He couldn't help it. He didn't know why, but he was, indeed, quite hard. Resigned to his fate, he wriggled out of his shorts. His cock - nothing like as impressive as the one in front of his face - was rock hard.

"Nice," Mickey said. "I do like a young man with a nice, hard cock." He smiled, but there was very little humour in it. "Now," he added, "suck my cock."

This comment seemed to drag Robbie out of the stupor he had been in a few moments before. "Hey, man," he called out, "I told you - we're not gay!"

"And I told you," Mickey countered, "that I'm not gay either. And yet here we are." He turned his attention back down to Jamie. "Go on, son," he said. "Just think. It might be your only chance. Even if you come back to do the garden again, my wife might be here. Do you really want to live your whole life wondering what it would be like? Hmm?"

"You're a sick bastard," Robbie cried out. "Come on, Jamie," he added, "let's find a way out of this sicko's shitty house." As he finished speaking, Robbie put his hand on his brothers' shoulder to help him up.

"No," Jamie said.

It took Robbie a moment to realise that Jamie had been talking to him! "What?" he asked, incredulously.

"I said 'no', Rob," Jamie said, half-turning back to face his brother.

"What? So you're just going to suck this guy off? Really?"

"I don't know," Jamie said. "Maybe." He looked back over his shoulder. "But it's my decision, Rob," he continued, "not yours. Mine. I'm old enough and dumb enough to make my own decisions," he insisted, "and I don't need your permission to do shit!"

"But..."

"Find a way out, if that's what you want to do," Jamie interrupted him. "But, for now at least, I'm staying right here."

Robbie was stunned! He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but that paled into insignificance a few moments later as he found that he couldn't believe what he was seeing! Jamie had put his hand on the old guys' dick!

 

"What are you doing?" he half-whispered.

"This," Jamie said with confidence as he leaned forward and licked the cock in front of him.

"Ewww!" Robbie said. "You're fucking sick, Jay! Not to mention a fucking faggot!"

"No-one is forcing you to watch," Jamie said. "But if you're going to stand there, shut the fuck up, okay?"

"Oh, yeah?" Robbie asked. "And what if he wants more, huh? What if he wants to fuck you? What if he fucking rapes you? What'll you do then?"

Jamie looked back up at Mickey. "Maybe he will fuck me," he said. "But if he does," he continued, "it won't be rape."

Having said that, he licked the cock in front of him again.

"Mmm. Nice. Yeah." Mickey was enjoying himself.

Robbie couldn't move. He wanted to. He really did. Wanted to get out of here. Wanted to drag his brother - who must have been drugged or something - out with him. Wanted to get as far away from this sick faggot as he possibly could.

But he also wanted to watch. Not the gay shit; not particularly.

He wanted to watch Jamie. He had looked out for his twin their whole lives, but it wasn't just that. Jamie looked... good? Robbie tried, and failed, to push this thought away.

Meanwhile, Jamie was licking up and down the impressive shaft before him. It was slightly weird, he admitted to himself, but he was surprised to find that he was actually enjoying himself. The moans and groans coming from above him indicated that Mickey was enjoying himself as well. Jamie couldn't help but feel a little proud of this.

He moved up to the tip of the cock before him and, his mind made up, swallowed the tip whole. It stretched his jaw a little, but he managed to get the whole head in without difficulty.

"Oh, fuck," Mickey groaned. "Yeah! That's it! Fuck, yeah! Suck it, baby. Suck that big, hard cock! Suck it like your life depends on it!"

Jamie did. He had expected it to taste weird or feel disgusting and, actually, he was shocked to find that it didn't and he didn't. Shocked, and delighted. He sucked deeper. He had seen deep-throat videos, of course - who hadn't? But he knew it was unlikely he would be able to do it on his first go.

First go? Jamie wondered. Did I really mean that?

Yeah. I did! I'm enjoying this! Gotta do this again!

This thought brought nothing but peace to the young man. He moved further down the impressive phallus.

"Oh, fuck, man," Mickey growled. "My wife's the fucking queen of blowjobs and no-one will ever beat her. But fuck, man, you come close!"

Despite the huge cock in his mouth, Jamie grinned, proudly. His first blowjob (from the giving end, at least) and he was apparently doing rather well.

"Keep sucking that fucking prick," Mickey said. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Yeah! Oh, fuck! So good! So fucking good! Suck it! Suck it! Yeah!"

Jamie had always done as he was told.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!" Mickey's eyes were closed and his head had rolled back onto his shoulders. This kid was a fucking blowjob marvel! Mickey had always said that his wife, Lisa, was the best in the world at blowjobs, but he was seriously starting to doubt this. This kid was fucking incredible!

Jamie sucked and bobbed on the cock in his mouth and was loving it. He didn't know when his hands had moved to grip Mickeys' buttocks in order to balance himself better, but it was working. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that he was hungry, but that hunger was now secondary to sucking this amazing cock!

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" Mickey was gabbling a little now. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar feeling came upon him. For a moment, he considered just letting go as he had a few times before on unsuspecting young men, but Jamie's cock-sucking abilities meant that he deserved to be treated with a bit more respect.

"Gonna fucking cum," Mickey groaned. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Jamie didn't pull away. If anything, he bobbed faster.

"I... I can't hold it much more," Mickey groaned, his face a rictus of effort. "Shit! Fuck! Here it fucking comes! FUCK! AHH! FUCK!!! YEAHHHHH!!!"

Mickey blasted several thick ropes of cum into Jamie's waiting, willing mouth. Jamie tried to hold it all, but there was too much and he quickly had to swallow what was there or risk spewing it all over the floor. He picked the former and his Adam's Apple bobbed several times as he gulped down the thick, viscous, but weirdly nice liquid.

Jamie let the last few drips dribble out of the side of his mouth as he pulled away from Mickey's cock. He smiled at the man above him. "Did I do well?" he asked and then licked the dribble off his face as best he could.

"Fucking incredible, man," Mickey said. "That was fucking incredible! Are you sure that was your first time?" Jamie nodded. "Then you're a fucking natural," Mickey said.

"That... that was amazing," came a voice and Jamie took a moment to realise that it was his brother speaking.

"I thought you were finding a way out," he said.

"I couldn't," Robbie said. "I couldn't leave you." He put his hands on Jamie's shoulders, but made no effort to try and move his brother this time.

"You boys want to take this upstairs?" Mickey asked, his hand cupping Jamie under the chin. "I mean, you don't have to. You're free to leave. If that's what you want. But if you want to take things a bit further, then I'd be a lot happier!"

"Gotta leave the customer happy, right bro?" Jamie said.

"I... I guess so," Robbie said.

Jamie stood up and turned to face his brother. "Look," he said, "it's up to you. Come or stay. I don't mind which. But I want to do this. I don't know why. But I do."

"I'll come," Robbie whispered. "Someone's gotta watch your back!"

"I rather think Mickey will be staring right at it," Jamie replied, grinning. Another mundane joke. And another one that had the two boys laughing.

* * *

Upstairs, in the bedroom he shared with his wife, but which he had also shared with multiple other people over the years (as had Lisa, to be fair), Mickey led Jamie to the bed. Behind them, still uncertain as to why - or how - he had ended up here, Robbie followed them into the room.

"Lie down," Mickey instructed. "Face down."

Jamie nodded and lay down. Robbie, having discovered that there was nowhere really to sit in the room, sidled up to the bed and sat down on the mattress, his back on the headboard.

Jamie put his hand out to his brother. Robbie gripped it, companionably.

"Thanks for being here with me," Jamie whispered.

"Anything for you," Robbie replied.

"Anything? I might just take you up on that later," Jamie grinned back. Then suddenly; "Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck! What are you doing?"

Mickey was burying his tongue deep in Jamie's hole.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Shit! Wow! Oh, god! Oh, god!"

"You alright?" Robbie asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jamie replied. "You gotta try this, man!"

"What?"

"I mean it! It feels so fucking incredible! Oh, yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!"

Robbie looked over at his brother. At the look of pure ecstasy on his face. And a rumble of jealousy ran through him.

Robbie never knew what possessed him, but a few moments later his shorts were on the floor and he was sitting on the bed in naught but his socks.

"Turn - oh, fuck! - over," Jamie said.

Robbie, as if controlled by someone other than himself, slid down the bed until his head was on the pillow and then flipped over onto his stomach.

"Oh, this is a sight," Mickey said. "You boys should include this in your service! You'll earn a fucking fortune!"

So saying, he moved over to lick Robbie's ass instead.

"Oh, fucking fuck!" Robbie gasped. This was amazing! "Shit! Fuck! Yeah! Oh, fuck! Wow! Fuck! Now I know - fuck! - what you mean, Jay! Fuck! This is incredible! Fuck! Mmm!"

"I thought you weren't gay," Jamie said, but with a smile on his face to show that he was not really serious.

"I didn't - fuck! Wow! - know about this," Robbie panted.

Behind them, Mickey smiled. He had them. Both of them. And now, he'd have them. Both of them. They'd fucking beg him for it!

"Top drawer next to you," he pointed to Jamie before resuming his oral assault on Robbie's cute ass.

Jamie shuffled over and opened the top drawer next to him. He saw, immediately, what Mickey was talking about. With only a tiny bit of trepidation, he took the tube of KY out and closed the drawer behind it.

"Open it," Mickey hissed, holding his hand out to receive the tube.

Jamie opened the tube and handed it over.

"Now for the next bit, boys," Mickey said. A few moments later, both boys' asses were coated in a liberal amount of the lubrication and Mickey slid a finger across both butts to get that coated as well. Then, with only a moment of warning, he slid a finger inside each boy.

Both boys gasped, in near perfect synchronised harmony. "Shit! Fuck!" Jamie hissed.

"Yeah," Robbie agreed.

"Give it a moment," Mickey said. "You'll like it. I promise."

"I didn't - oh, fuck! - say I didn't - mm! - like it," Jamie moaned. "It just feels - oh! - so fucking weird!"

"Mmm," Robbie agreed.

Mickey smiled again. After a few moments, he proceeded to add a second finger. There were more, guttural, groans from the boys, but no objection to this additional invader.

"Shit! Fuck! Wow!"

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Ah!"

Suddenly, Jamie lifted his ass a little off the bed. Mickey was about to ask what was happening, when Jamie gripped his cock as hard as he could and began to jerk it. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Yeah!" the young man groaned.

Robbie realised what his older brother was doing and a moment later, he was copying him, making similar sounds.

"You boys are going to cum all over my bed," Mickey said in a voice that was calm and measured and contained no malice at all.

"Good," he finished with a lascivious grin. "Do it! Cum! It's fine! I don't care! Come on, boys! Cum for me!"

"Oh, fuck," Jamie gasped. "Fuck! Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! FUCK! FUCK! I'm cumming! AHHHHH!" Several ropes of cum splashed across the bed and Jamie bucked on Mickey's fingers. "Shit! Shit! Shit, shit, fucking fuck!"

"Oh, yeah," Robbie hissed a moment later. "Fucking cumming! Fuck! Ahhhh! FUCK!!!!" More ropes of cum pooled on the mattress.

Mickey smiled. "Good boys," he said, companionably. "So good to cum for me." He slid his fingers out of the two young men. "Now," he asked, "who's going to be punished first?"

"What," Jamie managed to gasp, turning over his shoulder. Having had a few more moments to come down from his orgasmic high, he was slightly more with it than Robbie.

"You've just cum on my sheets," Mickey said. "Gotta punish you for that."

"What... do you... mean," Robbie panted turning to look at Mickey but still not quite recovered from his orgasm.

"I mean," Mickey said "that I'm going to take your cherries. Your anal cherries, at least. Now," he added, "I'm going to take you both because you both committed the same crime. The only question is, who's first?"

"Oh, fuck! Me!" Jamie cried out. "Do me, first!"

"Why?"

"Because..." a look of embarrassment crossed his face, "because I need something in my ass! It was so good, but now it's so empty!"

"Yeah," Robbie agreed. "Do Jamie first - he's the oldest after all! But..." a similar blush of embarrassment came onto his face as well, "will you... put your finger back in? Please?"

"Oh! 'Please', is it?" Mickey said with mock surprise. "Well, I guess I can't deny such a polite request!"

Robbie smiled, still blushing furiously.

"OK, I agree," Mickey said. "I'll get back into your cute little ass in a moment, Robbie. First," he looked at Jamie, "I need both hands for a moment. To get comfortable, you understand."

Jamie nodded and turned back to the headboard.

"No," Mickey said. "Turn over."

"What?"

"I want to see your face as I fuck you," Mickey said. "I want to watch your eyes as I cum in your hot little ass. I want to watch you as you cum on my cock."

"But... how?"

"Just turn over," Mickey said. "Trust me."

Jamie flipped onto his back. He had barely completed the move when Mickey grabbed Jamie's ankles and flipped them over his shoulders.

"You ready?" Mickey asked and poked his rock-hard cock against Jamie's hole.

"Uh... I think s... FUCK! AHH! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! TAKE IT OUT! FUCK!"

Mickey thrust forward until about half of his cock was buried in the young man. "It's OK," he said, reassuringly. "Give it a moment. It'll feel better."

"No! It fucking hurts! Take it OUT!" Jamie was in more pain than he could ever remember as his exit suddenly became an entrance.

"Give it a moment," Mickey insisted.

Robbie began to stir and so Mickey thrust a well-lubricated finger inside him. All objection from Robbie vanished in that moment and he collapsed onto the bed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Oh!" Jamie cried, but his cries became less pronounced as the moments passed and the pain eased.

"Feeling better?" Mickey asked.

"Yeah," Jamie said. "Shit! Fuck! Oh."

"OK," Mickey said and began to slide out.

"Oh, fuck!" Jamie cried out. "Fuck! Wow!"

Then; "Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah!" as Mickey slid further back in.

After a long moment, Mickey was all the way in and Jamie could feel his pubic hairs on his behind. "You took all of me," Mickey said, grinning. "Impressive!"

Jamie simply gasped, a look of total pleasure on his face. "Yeah. Wow!"

"You OK, bro?" Robbie asked.

"Fuck, yeah," Jamie agreed.

"OK," Mickey said, smiling at him. "So, if you're ready? I'm going to fuck you now."

Jamie simply nodded.

Mickey nodded back and then began to thrust in and out.

"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! Fucking fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah! Shit! Yeah!" Jamie groaned.

Next to him, Robbie was making similar noises as Mickey tried his best to thrust his fingers inside the younger man in a matching rhythm. It was, Mickey admitted to himself, a lot harder than he had thought it would be.

Mickey fell into a nice rhythm and fucked the young man. He saw the utter pleasure across his face and smiled to himself. Another straight boy turned, only this one was nicer than any of the others had been. If it wasn't such a shame to deny the young man the pleasure he was currently feeling whilst being fucked, Mickey would almost be regretting what he was doing.

"Shit! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Yeah!"

Mickey didn't mind being told what to do. He complied.

"Oh, FUCK! FUCK! Yeah! Oh!" Jamie groaned. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted in a paroxysm of pleasure. Not that it was easy to see, because his head was whipping from side to side as he tried to come to terms with all the sensations flowing through him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum!" Jamie hissed. "Ah! Ah! Ah! AHHH!" Without once touching his cock, he began to shoot cum all over his chest.

This did weird things to his ass. Things that Mickey just lived (and loved) to feel. As Jamie came, his ass contracted in the same rhythm, squeezing Mickey's hard cock.

"Oh, yeah," Mickey said. "That's good! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Shit! I'm gonna cum, too!"

"Cum! Fuck! In my! Fuck! Ass!" Jamie insisted.

"I'm going to," Mickey said, having had no intention of doing anything else. "Gonna fucking cum in your ass! Gonna fucking breed you!"

"Yeah!" Jamie groaned. "Fucking cum! Breed me! Give me your fucking cum!"

"Cumming! In a moment! Fuck! Here I fucking... CUM!!!! AHHH!!!"

Ropes of cum blasted Jamie's bowels.

"Ahh! I can... feel... it! Ah! Ohhh, YEAH!"

Slowly, wonderfully, Mickey stopped cumming. The two of them gasped and panted and Mickey half collapsed onto the young man, who held him and stroked his hair.

"So... fucking... good," Mickey panted.

"Yeah! Wow!" Jamie agreed.

"My turn?" Robbie asked.

Mickey turned his head to face him. "Give me a fucking minute," he gasped. "I'm not fucking eighteen any more, you know!"

"Just fucking eighteen year olds," Jamie grinned. The others giggled.

It took a few minutes for Mickey to recover and lift himself off Jamie. His cock had shrunk to its normal size and slipped from the young man's ass. A small pool of cum had slid out of Jamie and joined the rest of the spunk on the sheets.

"Now," Mickey said, turning to Robbie, "what am I going to do with you?"

"Fuck my ass! Now!" Robbie said, flipping onto his back and throwing his feet over his own shoulders.

The winking rosebud was all Mickey needed. Within a few seconds (OK, a minute) he was rock-hard once again.

"I do so love fucking," Mickey said and slid his cock against Robbie's ass.

"Ah! Yeah! Fucking do it! Don't tease me, you bastard! Fuck me!"

Mickey had considered a bit more teasing. 'Do you deserve my cock? How much? Beg me!' and all the rest. But fuck that! The kid wanted it! He was going to get it!

Without preamble, Mickey thrust his entire length into Robbie's ass in one slick move.

"AHHHHH! FUUUUCCCKKKK!!! SHIT!" Robbie hissed! "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"

"It'll feel better in a minute," Jamie said, reassuringly.

"I... FUCK!... know!" Robbie panted. "Fuck it!" he said an instant later, "just fucking do me!" he added, staring at Mickey. "Now!"

"You sure? You don't want to wait a moment?"

"No! Do it! Nowwwwww! OH FUCK! YEAH!"

Mickey wasted no time and, within seconds, he was desperately fucking the young man. Robbie groaned in pleasure and dropped his legs over Mickey's shoulders.

"Shit! Fuck! Yeah! Fucking fuck me!" Robbie gasped. He had no idea why he had been so desperate to be fucked in the ass, nor why he still couldn't get enough of being so, but it seemed like months of his life had been wasted not being fucked in the ass and now he was determined to make up for it.

"Yeah! Fuck! Yeah!" Mickey said. Even though he had only cum, twice, a few minutes before, he felt the familiar boiling in his balls. This kid was about to get his, like his brother before him. Mickey thrust harder and faster.

But it wasn't enough for Robbie!

"More! Harder! Faster! Fucking fuck me! Don't fucking play with me! Fucking ram that cock in me! Give me all your fucking babies! Fucking breed me like a bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Yeah," Mickey agreed. "I'm gonna cum, soon! Oh, yeah!"

"Fucking do it!" Robbie roared. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! I'm gonna fucking CUM! Fuck!"

"Me, too," Mickey groaned. "Just a minute! Gonna fucking cum in your ass!"

"I'm gonna cum any second... oh, FUCK!" Robbie gasped as a new sensation hit him. He looked down to see Jamie, sucking desperately on his cock.

"Yeah, bro," Robbie gasped. "Fucking suck that cock! Gonna feed you my... CUUMMMM!" he finished, roaring as he blasted his cum into his older brother's mouth.

"Yeah," Mickey gasped. "Gonna fucking breed you any second!"

"What the fuck is going on here?"

"Shit! Fuck! Ahhh!" Robbie gasped, turning to see the woman from before standing in the doorway to the bedroom. She had a face like thunder and Robbie panicked that he was going to get into some serious trouble.

"I'm... ah! Turning these two young men, babe," Mickey said, still slowly ploughing Robbie's ass. He seemed quite unconcerned at his wife's sudden reappearance.

"I thought you were going to wait until I got here," the woman said.

"I was," Mickey replied, calmly, as if the pair of them were sharing cups of coffee in a shop. "But you took too long and they were about to leave, so I had to take matters into my own hands. You're not upset are you, darling?"

"A little," she replied. "You know I love watching you turn a boy. But I guess I'll have to watch you turn the other one," she indicated Jamie.

"You're too late, Lise" Mickey said. "I did him before. That's how long you've been out!"

 

"Oh," Lisa replied, disappointed.

"But I can still give you a decent show," Mickey said and then shoved himself hard and fast into Robbie once again.

Robbie, who had finally come to the conclusion that he wasn't about to be beaten to death gasped and groaned. "Oh, fuck! Yeah! Fuck!"

"Yeah," Mickey said. "Still gonna cum in you in a minute."

"Yeah," Robbie gasped. "Do it!" All concern was abandoned. "Fucking breed my ass like you promised to! Show your wife how you fuck me!"

"Yeah! Gonna... fucking... CUM!!!"

This orgasm was not as impressive as the ones before, but Mickey considered that - since it was his third in less than an hour - it wasn't too bad, really!

Robbie certainly seemed satisfied with it, anyway. "Yeah! Do it! I can feel it! Oh, yeah!"

Slowly, the two of them came down, still panting. Suddenly, Jamie threw himself on his brother and kissed him, deeply. Robbie could taste his own cum on his brother, but it didn't matter. He kissed Jamie back, just as desperately.

"Two lovely new gay boys," Lisa said with a grin. "You do know what you're doing, babe, I have to give you that!"

"Oh, I'm not gay," Jamie said coming up from the kiss. "Not completely, anyway."

"Me, either," Robbie said in agreement.

"Really?" Lisa said a look of wonder and intrigue on her face. "So you're still going to fuck girls, then?"

"I'm going to fuck anyone who wants me," Robbie replied. Jamie nodded his assent.

"Excellent," Lisa said and tore her blouse over her head, exposing her breasts. A moment later, her skirt was on the floor and the boys discovered that she was wearing no underwear at all. "Fuck, but that's good," she said. "Clothes are so... restricting. Don't you think?"

Robbie wondered why, if they were so restricting, she had chosen to wear clothes that were as tight as they had been, but it really didn't matter. She was naked, now, and she was fucking gorgeous! His cock grew hard. Next to him, he saw Jamie get similarly hard.

"Oh, so you do still like girls," Lisa smiled. "How wonderful!"

In three strides she was at the bed and, because her husband was still in front of Robbie, she literally threw herself on top of Jamie and began to kiss him.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Your brother has some tasty cum!"

"How did you know it..."

"Cameras," was all Lisa said, interrupting him.

Jamie and Robbie glanced around the room. Now that they were paying a bit more attention, they could see several CCTV cameras dotted around the room.

"You've got video of us?" Robbie asked, though it hardly seemed worth it.

"Lots," Mickey said.

"But..." Robbie objected, but was silenced by Mickey placing a finger on his lips.

"It's only for us," Mickey said. "No-one else. I promise. You're not going to end up on the internet and we aren't going to show our friends. The only people who'll see it are Lisa and me."

"And you two, if you want a copy," Lisa said.

Both boys looked at each other and nodded, simultaneously.

"Great!" Mickey said. "Just give me a couple of days to edit it together."

"And in the meantime," Lisa said, sliding up Jamie once more, "you promised you were still going to fuck girls? So fuck me!"

"But... your husband..." Jamie objected.

"It's fine," Mickey said, nodding. "It's not the first time we've fucked other people together. And I doubt it will be the last time, either! So fucking go for it!"

Jamie still seemed a little unsure.

"It's not nice to keep a lady waiting," Lisa said, sliding herself so that her pussy was in exactly the right place to be impaled on Jamie's cock.

"Ma'am," Jamie said and pushed in.

"Oh, FUCK! Yeah!" Lisa groaned. "Yeah! That's a nice hard cock!"

Jamie smiled at her. "Thank you, ma'am," he said.

"Just a moment," Mickey said. "Robbie - fuck her ass."

"Seriously?" Robbie was half way between excited and aghast!

"Oh, yeah," Lisa smiled. "You boys ever shared a woman?"

"No," Jamie replied.

"Well," Robbie said, "not at the same time."

"An interesting tale for another time," Mickey cut in. "But yes, seriously."

As Robbie moved behind Lisa he looked for the lube. "It's fine," Mickey said. "She's ready."

"But..."

"I'm ready," Lisa agreed. "Trust me, you boys are going to fucking love this!"

Robbie needed no more encouragement. He got into position and pushed forward into Lisa's hot ass.

"Yeah! Oh, fuck!" Lisa moaned.

Robbie was mildly surprised to find that he slid all the way in with no resistance. He glanced at Mickey, his eyebrows raised.

"I always fuck her ass after I've fucked another guy," Mickey said by way of explanation. "She doesn't like to be kept waiting so she lubes up so she's ready."

"Enough chatter," Lisa said. "Fucking fuck me, boys!"

Both boys could feel the other through the thin membrane that separated them from each other. As each moved, they could feel themselves rubbing up against one another.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Uh! Yeah!" Lisa moaned. "Fuck, that's good! It's been too long since I had two guys at once! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Excuse me, boys," Mickey said and made his way to the head of the bed. "I'm just going to shut her up for you."

Wasting no time, he slid his cock into his wife's mouth. She moaned in pleasure as he did so.

The room filled with the sounds of four people fucking like there was no tomorrow. Lisa, who had always had a very light trigger, had so many orgasms that she gave up counting. She'd had two guys before a number of times but now decided that three together was even better by an order of magnitude.

"Fuck!" Jamie gasped, eventually. "I'm going to cum! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Oh, yeah," Lisa moaned, momentarily letting her husband's cock go. "Fucking cum in me, boys! I want to drown in cum!" She gobbled her husband once more.

"Fuck! Can't stop! Fuck! Gonna cum!" Jamie hissed. "Gonna fucking cum in you!"

"Me... too..." Robbie gasped from behind. "Gonna fucking cum in your ass!"

"Mmm-hmm," Lisa moaned. Mickey was close, she knew. After years of fucking and sucking him, she had all his moves down. She wasn't going to risk missing this! Oh, she loved a facial, no question, but to have three guys cum in her together was a pleasure she couldn't put off.

"Fuck! Here it comes! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCCCKKKK!" Jamie screamed even as his brother made a similar remark as he, too, exploded inside Lisa. A moment afterwards, and with both boys still blasting cum inside her lower body, Mickey exploded in her mouth. As a result, Lisa blew through her biggest orgasm yet.

A hot, sweaty, gasping, shattered bunch of bodies collapsed on the bed.

"Wow!" Robbie said.

"Wow is fucking right," Jamie agreed.

"You should try it from my end," Lisa said, smirking.

"Maybe next time," Robbie said.

"You've already had two at once," Jamie objected. "Next time it's my turn!"

* * *

An hour or so later, the four of them stirred themselves awake. None of them knew how long they had been asleep, but the rest had done them good.

Jamie's stomach growled, impatiently, once more, causing laughter amongst them.

"We'd better go," Robbie said. "Otherwise he'll eat me on the way home!"

"I think I'll wait until we get home," Jamie countered. "Don't want to shock the neighbours!"

As the others laughed, Mickey jumped in. "Most of our neighbours are pretty unshockable," he said. "And most of them have gardens that need work. I've never recommended a gardener before," he continued, "but in your cases I think I'm happy to make an exception."

"Really?" his wife asked. "You're actually sticking with a gardener?"

"Why not? You've seen the job they did! No fucking around, wasting time. No 'it'll do' bullshit. They did a fucking good job!"

"And then did a good job, fucking," Lisa agreed. "OK. What do you say, boys? Same time next week?"

"Same rates?" Jamie asked, ever the businessman.

"Same rates. Including your bonus," Mickey said.

"Fine," Robbie agreed.

"And if you want the same from elsewhere," Mickey said, "I think I can set you up with a number of guys and girls who would love to teach you all about sex in the most imaginative ways that you can think of!"

"You're thinking of the Thompson's round the corner," Lisa said, knowingly.

"Ooh! I hadn't thought of them," Mickey said. "Yeah. They'd be great. No, I was thinking of the Partingdale's."

"I thought you liked these boys," Lisa objected with a smirk. "The Partingdale's would fucking kill them! Let them get used to things first before you send them to their doom!"

"OK, OK," Mickey conceded. "The Thompson's first."

"And the Merrigold's," Lisa said. "And what about Mrs. Jackson?"

"Oh, she'd love them," Mickey agreed. "And old Tom Walker? That pool of his has seen a fair amount of action!"

"Yes! Definitely!"

Jamie and Robbie watched the conversation going on, their heads turning from Mickey to Lisa and back again as if they were watching the tennis at Wimbledon. Neither of them spoke as their immediate futures were decided around them.

"Great! That's a great start," Mickey said. "Come on, boys! I'll get the numbers for you and make the appointments! You'll make so much money this summer you'll be buying the house next door! Meanwhile," he added, "let's get something inside you, eh?"

"Ooh, yeah!" Robbie said and then was only mildly disappointed when he realised that Mickey actually meant something like a sandwich.

The two boys grinned at each other as they grabbed their clothes and headed, still naked (apart from Robbie's socks), down the stairs.

* * *

The two had barely got home before they had stripped out of their clothes and collapsed together on Robbie's bed. They kissed, desperately, tightly, lovingly.

Finally, Jamie moved around and the two lay, side by side, but facing opposite ways. Jamie swallowed Robbie's cock - he was already getting close to figuring out this deep-throat thing - and Robbie, after a few moments of indecision, did the same to him.

Robbie was surprised just how much he enjoyed sucking his brother's cock. It seemed... natural, almost.

Neither boy came this time, but finally Jamie pulled off his brother and lay on his back, pulling his legs over his shoulders.

"Lick my ass," he begged, "and then fuck me, bro."

"You gonna do the same for me?" Robbie asked.

"All the time," Jamie agreed, smiling.

Robbie wasted no time. He attacked his brother's ass with his tongue, driving Jamie crazy. "Oh, yeah! Fuck! Yeah! Wow! Fuck, you're good at that!" Jamie gasped.

"And how am I at this?" Robbie said as he lined up with Jamie's ass and pushed in.

"Oh, FUCK! Yeah! Fuck! I've missed being fucked like this!"

"It's only been an hour!"

"So?"

They laughed, another lame joke. Then Robbie got down to business and the two of them spent a very hot, sweaty, fuck-filled afternoon getting hotter, sweatier and fucked!

After both had been thoroughly satisfied, they lay together in Robbie's bed. They had the house to themselves for the next few hours at least. Stutteringly at first, but with growing confidence, they discussed the events of the day.

The two of them had learned a lot about the people who lived in those expensive houses down the road a bit.

The Thompson's were, allegedly, a family of five who had practised nudism for so long that they were pretty fucking expert at it and who practised fucking each other so much that they were experts at that, too.

The Merrigold's were an older couple who had adopted seven children over the years but who now lived alone in a debauched house filled with erotic imagery on every wall (they and their adopted children appeared in much of these) and 24/7 porn on the TV. (Some of this contained them as well).

Mrs. Jackson was now a porn star who had appeared as a grandmother on many a video. She'd been married to her late husband for forty years before he passed and apparently their time together had been filled with sex. Nevertheless, Mrs. Jackson claimed to have had more sex in the three years since her husband had died than she'd had in her entire married life.

Old Tom Walker was a randy queer who liked nothing more than fucking any male under the age of about 90, long, hard and often. Preferably in the pool.

The Partingdale's were a young couple who had fallen into money and, with no need for a job, simply fucked all day long, in rooms filled with bondage gear and who enjoyed nothing more than sharing that gear with close "friends".

Then there were others that Mickey and Lisa had got in touch with. Families who fucked. Men who fucked. Women who fucked.

And all of them in need of a couple of gardeners who fucked.

It promised to be a very interesting Summer!

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