Paul and Paulette were born between Christman and New Year at Hôtel-Dieu Hospital in Windsor, Canada, just across Detroit, USA. The mother was breastfeeding them when the father came to see thew newborn twins. “Oh, wow! They are sooooo adorable!” In fact, their face was dark red, almost purple, and quite puffy. They had folded ears, a flattened nose, a crooked jaw. They seemed cross-eyed. It took a few weeks for them to look adorable.
It was impossible to tell the difference between the two identical faces. When they were baptised a few days later, the godfather had to look between their legs to see if he was holding Paul or Paulette. Both had curly auburn hair, sharp brown eyes, perky lips and a charming smile.
In grade 2, the twins were the two angels in a play on the Nativity; no one could tell who was the boy or the girl under their white gown. They attended a school run by the Grey Nuns of the Cross and, in grade 6, when the Superior General of the order toured the area, Paul and Paulette offered her a bouquet of flowers. On the picture taken for the occasion, we see the twins wearing both a white top (blouse or shirt). Again, it was hard to tell which one was sitting on each side of the Mother Superior.
At Halloween, they obviously wore look-alike costumes to confuse their friends. Paul enjoyed climbing in the barn and jumping in the hay stack in his tight fitted blue jeans. He was already the athletic type. Paulette liked to wear bright color dresses and her mother was a talented seamstress, always eager to please her “Shirley Temple” (a reference to the American child star who made 29 films by the time she turned 10).
At 16 Paulette dated George who was captain of the high school football team. One evening, she was not ready when her boyfriend arrived to pick her up; Paul decided to play a trick on his twin sister: he wore a dress and rushed to welcome George with a warm and wet embrace. The handsome football captain was amazed by this French kiss. By the time George realized that he had been kissed by a boy, Paul felt his cock getting hard, a confirmation of what he already suspected: “I’m attracted to boys.” And George liked the feeling of a male tongue in his mouth.
Paul and George are both good at catching a football, even better at grabbing each other’s balls. They love to end up at the bottom of a pile of players, with a hand on some guy’s groin. In the locker room, George always parades in his bulging jockstrap, knowing well that Paul gets horny by just imagining how he would suck a thick juicy rod. When the captain goes to the shower area, he uses his towel to slap the peachiest butts, an indication of who he fantasizes fucking hard and deep. While George soaps his hairy muscular body, Paul sneaks to the captain’s locker door where the jockstrap is hanging in full view. Making sure that no one is watching, he buries his face in the sweaty gear and moans with pleasure. The musky smell excites him; the virile aroma gives him a hard-on. “I wish it was also piss and cum stained. That would be so fuckin intoxicating!”
Paul’s heavy jockstrap fetish gets a boost when he finds a summer job and the YMCA gym on Victoria Avenue in Windsor. According to the ad in The Windsor Star, the Y is your one-stop destination for fitness, health, and community where you can work out, get social, and reach your personal goals. Paul’s duty is keeping all the gym equipments clean: treadmills, stationary bicycles, flat, press and adjustable benches, squat racks, barbells, kettlebells, dumbbells, steppers, hip thrust and leg press machines.
He goes around with a disinfection spray and a roll of paper towelling. When he sees that some hot guy will sit on a device, he tells him: “I wouldn’t want your peachy butt to get dirty; let me wipe the seat first.” In return, he often gets a smile or a wink. If he feels bold enough, Paul asks if he can watch him exercise. “I love admiring your firm ass bouncing up and down.” What he really feels like saying is: “If you ever want to sit on my face, let me know; my tongue will thank you in twists and turns.”
Paul discovered rimming with George one day when they were alone in the high school’s locker room. George had showered and was putting his jockstrap back on. Paul asked if he could sniff his ass. “Of course, you can, buddy! Don’t hesitate to shove your tongue in my spit-clean shit hole.” Paul blushed while kneeling down, caressed George’s peachy butt, and started to rub his nose in the hairy crack. His reaction was spontaneous: “Nothing has never smelt that awesome!” While snapping the straps, he licked and bit the rump roast, then gradually slid his tongue up and down the crevice. George pulled his ass cheeks apart so that the inviting rosebud was in full view.
At first, Paul tickled and darted the shit hole with the tip of his tongue. Encouraged by the pleasure moans of his buddy, he went as deep inside as possible. “Wow, I had no idea a shit hole could taste that good!” He spontaneously got up and kissed George on the lips, going back and forth from butt to mouth. As they were floating on cloud nine, George invited Paul to face fuck him, to flood his throat with creamy jizz. No sooner said than done! Paul licked the spunk dripping from his partner’s mouth, and wiped his sticky mushroom on George’s ass hole to further taste the creamy donut.
George continues to date Paulette who has no idea of her boyfriend’s sexual prowess. When he kisses her, she is unaware that he is thinking of her twin brother. George’s caresses are rather discreet, which she interprets as respect for her prized virginity. He gets want he wants in the boy’s shower at school, fucking left and right.
Back to the YMCA gym. Paul adores worshiping bodybuilders, and wants to caress every part of their muscled bodies. He makes a suggestion to the Y director: “I can stay an hour or two longer and offer a massage in the locker room, free of charge.” He gets a green light and covers a bench with a thick towel on which the bodybuilder will lie on his stomach, wearing only a jockstrap, just like Paul. “You may want to pee first; if so, please keep a few drops in your pouch. I will explain why later...”
Paul welcomes his first client. He kneads James’ neck, shoulders, back and leg muscles. When he massages below the belt, Paul pays attention to the slightest moan of pleasure. It’s an indication that he can spread his hot breath on the balls, lick the sweat-covered armpits, and stick his tongue in the ass. In this case, the reaction is spontaneous: James’ cock gets rock hard, and Paul sucks it greedily. He asks the bodybuilder to squirt a few drops of cum into the jockstrap pocket. “I adore sniffing a sweat-piss-cum stained gear. The effect is more powerful than any brand of poppers. Don’t worry, James, I’ll wash your jockstrap at home and bring it back to you tomorrow.”
Paul keeps George informed of his sexual activities, which are limited to cock sucking and ass licking. A couple of times, George tried to fuck his friend in the ass, but Paul always refused due to his excessively tight hole. “I’m sorry, but your 9-inch rod (22.5 cm) would hurt way too much!” Amongst the bodybuilders who get Paul’s attention, there is gorgeous looking Black dude. Edward, 21, adores cuddling, caressing, kissing, rimming and… fucking. During the weekly massage, Paul has explored Edward’s body from every angle. He noticed the small size of the penis displayed by the Black bodybuilder. When Edward offers to fuck him, Paul considers this option seriously. “His cock doesn’t seem threatening. I even find it arousing. I like its size and I really adore worshipping Edward.”
At 18, Paul is about to get fucked for the first time. This is made possible because they have become lovers. Feelings have found a special place in their body-to-body relationship. There is a trust that has been established between the two young men. Edward’s dick may be small, but his affection is huge. There’s also another side of the sexual equation: Edward wants to feel Paul deep inside him.
They do everything together: cuddling, caressing, kissing, sucking, rimming and fucking. What more can you ask for?
