James is the kind of guy that everybody in school knows. All the guys want to hang with him, and all of the girls want fucked by him...even some of the guys want fucked by him...i suppose you should know that I’m one of them. My name is Anthony. James and I are on the football team together, and are almost identical. I suppose we should be though, considering we are twins. He is just the more popular one!

I have wanted him ever since we graduated high school, and moved in together as roomies for college. Being just the two of us in our apartment, we both usually just run around in our boxers. He never shuts the door when he shits, and barely ever shuts his bedroom door when he is beating off, or fucking his latest conquest. That being the case, I see a lot!

Last Tuesday, I was at home alone, chatting online with some random guy on yahoo. I knew that James was in his physics class, so my door was open so that I would be able to hear the buzzer on my kiln go off when my current pottery project finished firing. My boxers where around my ankles and I was slowly stroking my 8 inches while chatting. I could faintly here keys hitting the ground outside my door as I typed "shit, my brother just got home. Brb"

I quickly got up and raised my boxers, hiding my dick in the waistband as I pulled on a saggy pair of sweats. I went down the small hall towards the living room to find James sitting on the kitchen counter, phone in hand as usual. We chatted for a bit and then decided to watch a movie. I went and tossed on a t-shirt and grabbed my laptop and headed back out to the living room.

James was sprawled out on the couch so I put in lucky number sleven and crawled into the huge armchair. I opened up my computer and, to my surprise, found my chat buddy still online. Being the king of multitasking, I began talking dirty with him, working on my philosophy paper, and half-assed watching the movie. I kept getting distracted though because my brothers fucking phone was going off every 30 seconds. This went on for a bit before I started to notice his phone was going off about 5 seconds after each time I would hit send on a message online. No, It couldn"t be...the dude I’m talking to is very gay! But just to be sure, I asked what his name was...to which he replied "James". Thinking quickly, I told him that was my brother’s name and asked him if he had any siblings. -Ding- there goes his phone. "Yeah, I’m a twin; I’m way better looking than he is though. Want to trade pics man?"

So, at this point I have no clue what to do...but I"ve always wanted my brother, and he obviously has some interest in guys or I wouldn"t be chatting him up, right? So of course, I said sure and loaded a pic of myself from mid-chest down. When it loaded, he told me I had a nice body, and he loaded a pic. The pic he loaded was the two of us in our football uniforms. I about shit a brick when this picture completely confirmed that I was chatting with my brother. I responded back with something like “you’ve got a great body, do you want to meet up and fuck around a bit, I think we live fairly close together”. "Yeah man, id love to come over and fuck a tight ass. Do you have a face pic?" Barely breathing, I loaded a pic of him and I side by side at a bar from a couple days before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance over at me as I got a message that said "are you a fucking stalker or something, where did you get a picture of me and my brother?" I closed my computer rather loudly; startling him and making him look up at me. "James, it’s me you fucktard. I think we should talk about this!" He got a look of shock, which faded into fear, and then quickly into a smirk..."no talking is necessary, we just need to fuck!"

James got up and just kind of stood there for a minute. "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to get over here and suck my dick?" I was in such shock I almost stumbled as I got up to step over to him. I stood right in front of him and placed my hands gently on his waist, hooking my thumbs under his waistband. He put both his hands on my face and pulled me in for a kiss. It was weird, but it was the most passionate kiss that I have ever had. It wasn"t a kiss that said I’m going to fuck your brains out, so turn off the light and bend over" it was more the kind of kiss that said "i want to make sweet passionate love to you, and I want to see you the whole time". He moved his hands back and wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as to people can. We sort-of fumbled over each other as we made our way down the hall with James kicking off his shoes the whole way.

As we got to my room, he backed me into the doorframe and continued to kiss me. I could feel as he reached for the bottom of my shirt to lift it up. As it lifted over my head, our lips were right back in contact, barely missing a beat. As he threw my shirt into the hallway, he swung his arms back around behind to my firm ass. First feeling threw my sweats, and then reaching inside them, kneading the skin like bread dough. Finally his finger found its way to my tight hole. I did one of those half shudder, half laugh kisses that you always see in the movies. Then I decided his shirt needed to come off. I started at his top button and undid them one at a time till I was about half way down when he grabbed his shirt and ripped it open the rest of the way, lunging forward to kiss me again as he tried to free his arms behind him...I took this opportunity to push back against him and back him up against the opposite side of the doorframe.

As he freed his hands, he locked them around me again, trying to fumble towards the bed. Stepping on his foot, I fell on the ground just short of the bed, bringing him down with me. I landed on my back with him half on top of me. He quickly swung his leg around and straddled my waist, grinding as he came back down to find my lips again. I started to sit up and helped James onto the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of him, and starting at his neck, kissed down his body. Stopping at his treasure trail, I fidgeted with the buttons on his jeans...he always wore those damn button-fly jeans...he looked hot as hell in them though.

Getting his jeans unbuttoned, I hooked my fingers into the band of his boxers and pulled both articles off in one swift motion. His member was still laying flaccid, but was quickly coming to attention. Resuming at his treasure trail, I kissed down past his dick and down under his balls. I made sure to catch his entire sac, and then licking up his shaft several times, but making a special effort not to touch the sensitive head of his cock. When he was shuddering in anticipation, I finally took on his now firm dick head. I reached behind me and started to finger my hole a bit to get it ready. When I knew he wasn"t getting any harder, I let his delicious cock fall from my mouth, immediately turning and lowering my ass onto his member. I was so ready for this that I couldn"t take it slowly, and took his entire cock in one swift motion. I reached between my legs and grabbed firmly onto his massive hanging balls like a handle. I kept going until I felt James tense up, and then slowed my motions.

I felt him squeeze off seven or eight full volleys of cum into me before he began to go flaccid and slip out of my hole like an unwelcome invader. I sort-of fell backwards beside him, ready to take a few minutes to gather my thoughts about what had just happened. Laying there next to him, almost drifting off, I suddenly felt a warm hand wrap around my testicles as my cock head was enveloped by James mouth. He kind-of glanced up while enjoying the tastes of my firm, but lush dick...like he wanted to gage my facial expressions to see if I was enjoying it. He then lifted himself over my body, lining up my shaft with his hole. Lowering himself down, he leaned in to kiss me while pivoting his hips to keep the fucking motion up. After nearly 15 minutes of this, I began to shoot load after load into his waiting rectum.

When I was done, he just lay there on top of me for a good half hour before grabbing my wrist and leading me to the shower. We had still not exchanged any words since we started, but we just seemed to get each other well enough to let our "twin telepathy" kick in. He started the shower and we just stood there under the warm water for a couple minutes. James grabbed the soap and started rubbing my body and lathering me up very well. I pushed the soap from his hands and started rubbing against his body. Standing there letting the soap rinse off our bodies, he got on his knees and brought my dick to his lips.

He let it slip in, and then started working my dick over like he had done it a hundred times before. After only a few minutes I could feel that tickle and shouted, “I’m going to cum” expecting he would release my dick and I would cum in the shower. Instead, he kept expertly milking my cock until I felt as though I had nothing left in me. I shut off the shower, stepped out and pulled him out, pushing him onto the countertop. There I knelt before him and gave him the best blowjob that I could muster while being sexually exhausted. I took his load down to the last drop, and we fell quietly into bed. We spent the night wrapped in each others arms, naked and sweaty, never saying a word.

That next morning, James acted as though nothing had happened; leaving me to think nothing ever would again, that he was ashamed.

That night, I found out how very wrong I was...and now, we have had each other’s bodies nearly every night since. I guess it goes to show just how far brotherly love can go!