The Twins
Eddie Balcan has that hot, wog boy thing going on. I think it’s the eyes, dark and brooding, I think it’s the skin, olive in complexion, I think it’s the walk, you know, like there is certainly something I have to make allowances for when I walk. And those thick, red lips, made for kissing.
He’s Turkish and there has always been something that I have found to be consistent with Turkish men, a certain base sexual desire that knows few bounds. He’s sexy, handsome, has a number one haircut and muscles from dedicated gym workouts.
I was Eddie's "buddy" and mentor when he was a grad. I was wildly attracted to him, let me tell you. The first casual clothes Friday he wore a tight, striped knitted jumper with a white t-shirt. He had on an old faded pair of jeans, you know the type, that had gone all soft and hugging. They had a button fly, which seemed to be straining on the buttons to stay fastened up. That night was work drinks, we gravitated together and drank stubbies. I don’t know if it was the slightly lost new boy look in his eyes, or his fresh good looks, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He caught me a couple of times gazing down at the front of his packed jeans.
I guess it was the four or five stubbies each, but when I said, Do you want to blow this joint? He looked kind of relieved, kind of excited and replied, You got some where to go?
My place, I offered full of drunk bravado. The sudden buzz of excitement through me, having had the guts to say it, was amazing.
He smiled and said, I thought you’d never ask.
Back at my place, I tore off those old soft jeans and I chowed down on his huge sausage, until he rolled over and ran his fingers through his sexy arse crack with eyes watering with desire.
We ended up having a passionate affair for a few months. That was until HR twigged, don't know how, and it was suggested to the two of us, in a subtle way, that we cool it. It wasn't looked upon favourably that I was that much of a buddy to a new grad.
Funny old world, hey? He and I were bonding just fine.
Of course, along the way, Eddie introduced me to his brother Vincent. Twin brother. They say they are not identical, but, you know, I couldn’t tell them apart? Don't you think that lead to hours of fantasising for me.
One year we were in Sydney for Mardi Gras. I went as the slave master and Vince and Ed went as my slaves, dressed in tight, black leather shorts. We danced all night, smoked far too much crystal meth and the three of us ended up in bed together, back at my hotel room. That was quite possibly the hottest sex I've ever had. Blew my mind!
I didn’t think they were really going to do it. But, I was out of my mind hot for them to. When Vinnie reached out and rubbed his hand over his brother’s hard-on in the bulging crutch of his shorts, when he squeezed the outline between his fingers, I could have cum there and then.
They are playful, funny, irreverent boys who don't take anything seriously. Everything is fun with Vince and Ed, nothing is off limits. Life is to be chew up, spat out and to be driven as if it is stolen.
Ed and I catch up semi regularly for coffee, or lunch, or drinks.
Vinnie’s now having an affair with a guy who had an affair with Eddie.
"I passed him over. Why the fuck shouldn't I? I love Vinnie to death. I know him as well as I know myself. We’ve always shared everything.
I laughed, it seemed absurd, like little boys talking about their toy car collection. "Yes."
"I think he is the sexiest thing on two legs."
"That's a bit narcissistic, isn't it?"
"Maybe?" Ed gave his trademark smirk. "Not really, I don't see it like the rest of the world sees us. You got to remember, I only ever see one of us."
“I guess.”
“It’s our party trick, when the two of us fancy the same guy and then the two of us close in on him. It is so hot, watching the realisation on the 3rd guy’s face. It blows me away.”
“You two must traumatise some guys?”
“Oh well, we only do it when we are on drugs, so, usually, so is the 3rd guy. Dance parties, night clubs. Never when we are straight.”
“So what does the 3rd guy think?”
“You know, you were one of them.”
“Yes.” I remembered it well. I thought it would be me and the two of them and then they...
“They think their fantasies have come true and then we fuck in front of them and they are, well, generally mesmerised.
“Yes, I was.” Two hairy, handsome, wog-boy, brothers crawling into each other’s laps...”
"Besides, it's your fault."
"What?"
"We first crossed the line with you, that Mardi Gras."
“Me, that time?”
“Yep.”
“Never before?”
“No.”
“So, you guys don’t have sex together?”
“No, never. Not just the two of us. Not unless we have smoked far too much meth, then things change.”
“You boys!”
"What does it matter? Why should anyone care?" He smiled. “I love Vin and just occasionally I show him how much.”
He’s Turkish and there has always been something that I have found to be consistent with Turkish men, a certain base sexual desire that knows few bounds. He’s sexy, handsome, has a number one haircut and muscles from dedicated gym workouts.
I was Eddie's "buddy" and mentor when he was a grad. I was wildly attracted to him, let me tell you. The first casual clothes Friday he wore a tight, striped knitted jumper with a white t-shirt. He had on an old faded pair of jeans, you know the type, that had gone all soft and hugging. They had a button fly, which seemed to be straining on the buttons to stay fastened up. That night was work drinks, we gravitated together and drank stubbies. I don’t know if it was the slightly lost new boy look in his eyes, or his fresh good looks, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He caught me a couple of times gazing down at the front of his packed jeans.
I guess it was the four or five stubbies each, but when I said, Do you want to blow this joint? He looked kind of relieved, kind of excited and replied, You got some where to go?
My place, I offered full of drunk bravado. The sudden buzz of excitement through me, having had the guts to say it, was amazing.
He smiled and said, I thought you’d never ask.
Back at my place, I tore off those old soft jeans and I chowed down on his huge sausage, until he rolled over and ran his fingers through his sexy arse crack with eyes watering with desire.
We ended up having a passionate affair for a few months. That was until HR twigged, don't know how, and it was suggested to the two of us, in a subtle way, that we cool it. It wasn't looked upon favourably that I was that much of a buddy to a new grad.
Funny old world, hey? He and I were bonding just fine.
Of course, along the way, Eddie introduced me to his brother Vincent. Twin brother. They say they are not identical, but, you know, I couldn’t tell them apart? Don't you think that lead to hours of fantasising for me.
One year we were in Sydney for Mardi Gras. I went as the slave master and Vince and Ed went as my slaves, dressed in tight, black leather shorts. We danced all night, smoked far too much crystal meth and the three of us ended up in bed together, back at my hotel room. That was quite possibly the hottest sex I've ever had. Blew my mind!
I didn’t think they were really going to do it. But, I was out of my mind hot for them to. When Vinnie reached out and rubbed his hand over his brother’s hard-on in the bulging crutch of his shorts, when he squeezed the outline between his fingers, I could have cum there and then.
They are playful, funny, irreverent boys who don't take anything seriously. Everything is fun with Vince and Ed, nothing is off limits. Life is to be chew up, spat out and to be driven as if it is stolen.
Ed and I catch up semi regularly for coffee, or lunch, or drinks.
Vinnie’s now having an affair with a guy who had an affair with Eddie.
"I passed him over. Why the fuck shouldn't I? I love Vinnie to death. I know him as well as I know myself. We’ve always shared everything.
I laughed, it seemed absurd, like little boys talking about their toy car collection. "Yes."
"I think he is the sexiest thing on two legs."
"That's a bit narcissistic, isn't it?"
"Maybe?" Ed gave his trademark smirk. "Not really, I don't see it like the rest of the world sees us. You got to remember, I only ever see one of us."
“I guess.”
“It’s our party trick, when the two of us fancy the same guy and then the two of us close in on him. It is so hot, watching the realisation on the 3rd guy’s face. It blows me away.”
“You two must traumatise some guys?”
“Oh well, we only do it when we are on drugs, so, usually, so is the 3rd guy. Dance parties, night clubs. Never when we are straight.”
“So what does the 3rd guy think?”
“You know, you were one of them.”
“Yes.” I remembered it well. I thought it would be me and the two of them and then they...
“They think their fantasies have come true and then we fuck in front of them and they are, well, generally mesmerised.
“Yes, I was.” Two hairy, handsome, wog-boy, brothers crawling into each other’s laps...”
"Besides, it's your fault."
"What?"
"We first crossed the line with you, that Mardi Gras."
“Me, that time?”
“Yep.”
“Never before?”
“No.”
“So, you guys don’t have sex together?”
“No, never. Not just the two of us. Not unless we have smoked far too much meth, then things change.”
“You boys!”
"What does it matter? Why should anyone care?" He smiled. “I love Vin and just occasionally I show him how much.”
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