The Moving Boys

By Rodney Welke

It was a very hot June, and July was supposed to get hotter. Not exactly the kind of weather for moving a household, but my lease was expiring and I had found another larger and nicer apartment to move to.

I was wondering who to call for moving help, when I happened to see in the sports pages a photo of two handsome young hunks, identical twins, who had tied for first in a body-building contest. And they should have! Their bodies were knockout and their bikini, or rather thong-style, posing straps bulged with allurements. It seems that they don't go to the gym where I pump iron three times a week in hopes of nailing a title as the only one-legged power lifter in the country. Maybe I should change gyms?

With my mouth watering, I read further about Dante and Gabriel--Dan and Gabe--Fratinello, and consequently discovered that they own and operate a moving company they called The Boys from Syracuse. A moving company! Just what I was looking for.

One phone call and I had set up a date for a cost estimate at the only time they had available, the following Saturday at 8 A.M. And it's funny, but during that week every time I thought about the twins, my balls would tingle. Were they trying to tell me something? My balls always seem to know when there's action in the air.

That Saturday morning it was steaming hot, so I put on a tank top and short shorts. Having made a large pot of coffee, I got a bucket of ice cubes and three tall glasses ready and put out doughnuts. My balls were not tingling that morning, they were jingling.

When the twins arrived, they were dressed like me, in tank tops and shorts. After greetings and introductions, the three of us stood near the living room door for about a minute silently evaluating and comparing our three bodies. Man, they were great! They were really superhunks.

"My congratulations, guys, on your win at the contest," I said after we had taken in the body scene.

They both thanked me rather shyly which made them twice as attractive as they had been! And then Gabe said, "You got a real nice set of muscles yourself, Rod. Uh. . .er. . . do you have special machines to assist you in your workout?" They had both been staring at my crutches and the place where I should have a right leg--or at least the stump of a leg.

"Thanks, Gabe. No," I answered, "I use what's available. You're curious, I can see. Most people are. Perfectly OK. I lost my leg in a motorcycle accident when I was eighteen. I had been training for two years when it happened so I just went right on. I work out at the Twelfth Street Gym. Hey! How about some iced coffee?" I headed for the kitchen. "Doughnuts, too!"

"If we'd'a known this, we'd'a been here earlier!" one of them said.

While they were fixing their coffees, I continued to study them, but I couldn't find anything that would set them apart. They were absolutely identical, from the part in their hair down to their sculptured calves.

"OK, I give up," I said with a smile. "How do I tell you apart?" They were standing side by side pretty much as they had stood in the living room. They both grinned at me.

"Don't even try," said the one on my left. "In a snapshot even we can't tell us apart, so our parents taught us always to stand the way we are now. I'm Dan and I always stand or sit on Gabe's right."

"And I am always on Dan's left. That's how we tell us apart in a snapshot."

"What happens when you're in bed?" I asked. They looked sort of puzzled. "I mean if you're both making love to the same person, how does she know that her right hand really has hold of Dan's cock and that her left hand is really playing with Gabe's balls?"

I must have hit a nerve. They didn't turn bright red or anything obvious like that, just sort of pink and they kind of half giggled with embarrassment, so I figured I might as well obey my balls and go whole hog.

"I mean if I were lying between two such gorgeous hunks, I'd want to know who each handful belonged to." I paused a moment. "Well, wouldn't you?"

They were now grinning. "You'd know, all right," Gabe said.

"You sure as hell would!" Dan added.

"You guarantee that, do you? I'll keep it in mind," I said with a very broad smile. Things were moving much faster than I ever dreamed the could. "Now! About my upcoming move."

I conducted them on a tour, pointing out what was to be moved since I was doing some of it myself. When we came to the bedroom, I said, pointing at the bed, "And of course the bed. That's where you find out which handful belongs to which."

"That's where you find out which belongs to which." I turned around and looked at Dan. He continued, "We already know."

"I'm looking forward to that moment. When can I expect it?" I figured I might as well be right up front about what I wanted.

"Any time you think you're big enough to handle it!" Gabe said trying to sound like a tough guy in the movies. That's all I needed to hear. Boy! was I in the mood for a little sex-in-the-morning! I mean my cock was beginning to push my shorts.

"You want Big, you got it!" I said and leaning my crutches against the bed, I pulled off my tank top.

"Hey!" and "Wait a minute!" came from the twins.

"You asked for it, boys, now come and get it!" I unfastened my shorts, then grabbing my crutches and balancing myself, dropped my shorts down to my ankle and lifted my left foot out of them. Since I wasn't wearing any underwear, my cock was in full view taking on its full size, sticking out in front and curving up.

The twins stared at it, mouths open.

"Close your mouths, guys you're giving me ideas." They snapped their mouths shut. "Well?" Another pause while they stared. "You think I'm big enough to handle it?"

"We gotta go," Gabe said. They started to move off to the door.

"No, you don't, I want that estimate first."

"Estimate?" Dan asked bewildered when they both stopped and turned.

"Yeah, estimate," I repeated as they both continued to stare at my hard banger.

"About eight inches, I guess," Gabe offered. That did it. I laughed so hard I dropped my crutch and doubled up, sitting on the end of the bed. I laughed until tears were running out of my eyes and my cock was half soft. They just stood there looking embarrassed and staring at my missing right leg and my swollen, half-soft cock.

I looked down at my dick. "Look what you guys did to my rod! And you didn't even give me a blow job! There's only one thing to do!"

I stood up and hopped the few feet to Dan and Gabe and grabbed, shorts and all, two handfuls of cock and balls and squeezed hard. The twins yelled like hell. Holding on tight to remain standing on my one leg, I could feel the two soft masses getting a hard edge and the feeling restored my fading erection in just a few seconds.

"OK, Gabe and Dan," I said, "I know you're interested and I also suspect that you've never had any experience except with each other." While I talked I released their crotch meat and put my arms around their shoulders to keep my balance. "In fact, my hard cock is the first one you've ever seen, right? Other than your own," I hugged them to me and they put their outside arms around me.

"Uh, no." Gabe was talking. "I mean, yeah when we were little kids back in school after track in the showers, but. . ." His voice trailed off.

"But none of them looked like mine. Look at it. Go ahead. It likes to be looked at. Wanna play with it?"

They both looked down at my throbbing whang. Dan took hold of it sort of gingerly and Gabe felt my balls. Totally concentrated on my hard schlong, Dan said, "What a terrific piece of meat! Here, Gabe, feel this thing!" And Gabe stopped fingering my balls and wrapped his fist around my boner.

"I'm taking your shorts off, guys, so we can get down to business." I took my arms off their shoulders and pushed them a few inches away from me. Then I pulled Gabe's tank top off and ditto Dan's, keeping my eye on their bulges inside their shorts. Then, balancing myself on my left leg, I started on Gabe's shorts.

Gabe started to help, but I said, "Leave it alone. I'll do it!" I unbuttoned Gabe's shorts and gently worked them down past the bulge in his bikini shorts so they dropped to his ankles. Then I carefully slid his bikinis off, having to reach inside to free his confined cock. He stepped out of both and let them lay where they fell.

I did the same for Dan's shorts and bikini jocks, freeing his hard boner. Then I just stood there admiring what I saw.

I revel in the look, feel and taste of hard cock. I get high just looking at hard cock. The greater the variety of size and shape, the happier I am. Some guys say, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all," (and wouldn't I like to see them all) but I sure as hell don't believe it. Even guys who come as close to being straight as you can get, like to look at other guys' cocks, if only to compare sizes. Even before you started to school I bet you compared the size of your cock with another kid about your own age, and the urge to compare never really fades, The so-called straights at my gym like to shower with me so they can sneak looks at my big soft whang. Some even go so far as to comment on it.

The rods the twins were displaying? Gorgeous shafts of thick, heavily-hooded meat and the only sure way to tell them apart! Yeah, the only thing different about the twins was their sex meat. Remember how they stand? Reading from left to right, Dan and Gabe? Well, their big fat cocks stuck out from their bodies and curved up, but Dan's curved sharply to his left so it pointed at Gabe, and Gabe's hard rod, identical in length and thickness to Dan's, curved to his right, pointing at Dan. Both were heavily covered with overhanging foreskin. I was drooling. Virgin cock!

I hopped to the edge of the bed, sat down, and waved the twins to me with both hands. They came in close and, a cock in each hand, I pulled them together so I could eat both at the same time. Looking at those dongers close up, they were even more handsome. I gently pulled back the hoods revealing purple-rose cockheads so hard they were shiny. I looked at the two and they had their arms around each other, seemingly braced for the coming storm. They were looking down at me, I put both cockheads in my mouth and wrapped my lips around those virgins, tonguing them as I enclosed them.

The moment I had them inside my mouth, their bodies jerked in a paroxysm of sexual stimulation. I suspected it wouldn't take long to bring those beautiful dicks to a soaring conclusion. I pulled them out of my mouth and pushed the foreskins back in place. Then I started on Gabe's cock, my left hand wrapped around his big balls. Putting my tongue under his foreskin, I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, giving that virgin cock its first Round Robin. But I stopped soon, because his balls told me he was on the edge.

Releasing Gabe, I did the same for Dan, his big balls in my left hand and my tongue circling around his cockhead under his heavy foreskin until his balls told me when to stop.

I pulled Dan's dong out of my mouth and, studying both hard tools, I again pulled their foreskins back and again put both cockheads in my mouth. I tongued and sucked, tongued and sucked while their bodies quivered, shivered, and finally stiffened into hot, sculptured stone as they exploded and flooded my mouth with virgin jism. I kept sucking and tonguing those cockheads and they continued to shoot their sweet manly potions into my waiting mouth.

It was the most satisfying cocksucking I've done in a long while, but soon they were begging me to stop. They were extra sensitive.

They also were extra lusty because when I let them go out of my mouth, they were still as hard as they were when we started. I grinned up at them. They were holding each other up.

"Lie down here," I motioned on either side of me. They collapsed on the bed and lay back, their still-hard cocks thumping their bellies. I turned and sat with my left foot tucked up close to my empty hip. They both looked at me with a grin on their faces. I grinned back and said, "Enough to make strong men faint, isn't it?"

"Tell me," I continued, "when you guys do it in bed at night, what do you do? Do you suck each other? Do you fuck each other? Do you jack each other off? Maybe you just jack yourselves off while you watch the other guy. This is the first time anyone ever sucked you off, right?" I paused long enough for an answer, but none came forth. I looked at their cocks, still hard as rocks. Then I scooted forward on the bed until my hips and cock and balls were even with their faces. Leaning back on my hands, I said, "Want to look at what an amp looks like? You may touch the place where I used to have a leg, but I warn you, I'm very sensitive there."

They both reacted to that. They put their heads on their elbows so that Gabe was looking right into my empty hip and Dan was looking into my cock and balls. Gabe tentatively reached out and fingered my stump scars causing my cock to jump. He laughed like a little kid when that happened. Dan reached over and did the same and got the same cock reaction. They were delighted and I was beginning to get very very hot. They both gently played with the entire area and my cock was carrying on like a drunken old man on a Saturday night binge. And-by-golly-whadda-ya-know?

Gabe took my curved cock in hand and pulled it to where he could get his mouth on it. To my surprise he thrust his tongue under my foreskin and gave me a round of round robin that put me right on edge. And Dan, not to be outdone, sucked both my big balls into his mouth and squashed them around. Then I said something about cumming and Dan and Gabe shared my cock and I shot into both their mouths and all over their faces. It was a most unusual and satisfying orgasm. And, again to my surprise, they both buried their faces in my empty hip, licking and kissing and sucking the skin and driving me crazy. I grabbed their cocks while they were doing that and jerked them both off, but they never left my "stump" while they were cumming, only went on more madly than before. I knew then that I had a couple of converts to stump sex, and I look forward to the years to cum with my two new playmates.

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