Gay Twin Switch

Gay Twin Switch (bi)

I have a love-hate relationship with my twin brother. We have each other's backs. Blood is thicker than water. But he's mistreated me over the years going back as far as I can remember.

It was more than rivalry. It was outright jealousy and with my position as a security consultant, in comparison, his job seemed more like a glorified travel agent which only served to fuel the fire.

So I was at his apartment, picking up the key and getting ready to watch his cats for him as he was going on vacation.

He was ribbing me, "Do you pick up hotties when you're out of town, Eric?"

I don't, but I teased anyway claiming, "Every chance I get. A man just can't get enough pussy. But you wouldn't know anything about that being gay and all."

He was zipping his suitcase shut, so not really looking at me, "Oh, I'VE slept with women."

I figured he was joking. It always seemed odd to me to have a gay twin. And whenever a thought of him engaging in gay activity crossed my mind what I saw was a reflection of myself sucking a cock or getting fucked. But now he was rocking my world, "Anyone I'd know?"

Wheeling his suitcase out through the doorway he replied, "Well, as a matter of fact, yes."

I called after him down the hall, "Steve! Really? Who?"

"I'll text you, bro." The elevator doors closed.

An hour later I got the text, "Waiting for my plane now."

"OK, spill it. Who was she?"

"It was years ago. Ancient history. Ashley from high school."

That hit me hard, "But she was my first girlfriend. How? When?"

Like fifteen minutes went by before he answered, "You know how we used to switch for tests? I'd take your math tests, and you'd take my lit tests... It was a one time thing."

I started to figure it all out. Fitting the pieces together I said, "You fucking slept with her while I was still dating her!" I was fuming.

"Don't hate me, bro. But there's more. And I feel bad."

"Shit! Who else?"

"What I'm saying is that I feel responsible for her breaking up with you. I'm sorry." I pinned a question mark to that.

So he confessed more, "It was the weekend before she dumped you. I think I came on too strong. It was my one chance to have sex with a girl. Or so I thought."

So much made sense now. But it raised more and more questions. "Wait! You ARE saying there were others. Who?"

Every time a girl I'd dated treated me weird inexplicably taunted me. Then I wondered if he'd ever touched my fiancé. I needed to know, "Christy? Tell me you never slept with Christy?"

"No, not her. But Jenny and Tracy. They didn't do anything for me. The sex just wasn't thrilling."

"You fucking slept with three of my girlfriends! How could you? And you didn't even love it. You just did it for curiosity."

The last text I got from him said, "Four. My planes leaving. Gotta go."

Maybe if I had known who the fourth was I could've dropped it and moved on. Ancient history and all. But the nagging doubt kept my mind dwelling on it. And with those incessant thoughts the urge for revenge grew in me.

I'm not proud of myself but right then I decided to get revenge by sleeping with four of the people he knew. By altering his relationships with four people we would be even.

There was this girl at work he talked about, Marissa. If he still felt anything for any woman she would be the one. So I would sleep with her pretending to be him, and she would forever treat him differently afterwards. That would mess with his mind. Besides, for a chubby girl she was good looking enough, barely.

Then there was his current fling. Sure it was a guy, but I've had my own curiosities too. I thought, "What's a single blowjob?" I just had to find a way to rub it in his face when he got back. And I figured if it was too gross and I couldn't follow through, I could break them up. It wasn't that evil if he had broken me up with four of my girlfriends.

I decided to have sex with his boss too, or at least hit on him. That could really fuck stuff up. Not enough to get him fired, but payback could be delicious.

And I didn't plan it but the accountant at his work ended up being on the list too. I suppose that one doesn't count. You'll see why.

So on Monday I traded places and went into his job playing at being my brother yet again. No one even questioned why he came into work when he'd taken time off.

I looked across into Marrisa's cubicle. Long flowing black hair with a sexy natural curl to it. A pretty face with Mediterranean skin. Pert titties. And while her butt was a tad big, maybe more than a tad, it would still be fun to watch it juggle when I pounded her from behind.

She knew "I" was gay but when she flirted with me anyway I knew it would be a cinch to bed her. I flirted back, and she took the bait. Unlike my brother I'm really good with women.

So we ate our lunch together in the cafeteria. Then we joked around in the break room. Then caught a "winding down" drink after work. The equivalent of three dates in one afternoon. By then she was feeling loose and had a new confidence in her sexiness, thanks to me pushing all the right buttons. She was fawning all over me and clinging to my every word as well as my arm.

She took me home and when she started talking about our future I didn't dissuade her of the notion. She actually ended up being really good in bed. I'd never been with a woman with as much junk in the trunk, but as they say, the cushion for the pushin' ended up being substantially better than with skinny girls in some ways.

When she sucked my cock the look of utter admiration during and the sheer gratitude afterward were a pretty big ego boost too.

I flipped her over onto her tummy and she completely let me have full control. Then I pulled her up into doggy so I could watch her buns juggle just as I'd planned. Furthermore, I started with a tentative slap, to test the waters, and when she was ok with it I ramped up the amplitude. I was surprised with her willingness to let me impart crisp red handprints on her plump ass.

Try as I might it was hard to take her too far. So with my cock buried in her pussy and my hands pulling her back and forth by her squishy hips I decided to go for the gold: first I grabbed a handful of lush hair and gave it a healthy yank as a way of driving my cock just a little deeper. Next, I spat on her butthole and wormed my thumb inside. Now, not many women would tolerate the hurdles I ran her through. But if anything, she seemed more willing to please than any woman I'd dated before.

We said our goodbyes and as a final nail in the coffin I left with the parting words, "Thanks, it was a nice fling."

To my shock she replied wistfully with, "Well, you know where to find me..." Honestly, I was worried she was too much of a doormat and I would crush her spirit. Can you believe I was developing caring feelings for her?

But she proved me wrong when she finished that parting sentence, "... until you won't."

For all of the above I was pretty sure there were going to be repercussions for Steve.

Tuesday, like Monday, I arrived at his job bright and early as I needed to figure out just what he had on his plate for the day. Of course he had shifted most of his work load knowing he would be gone and his sales call calendar was blank.

I was prepared to act as if nothing had happened when Marissa arrived - but she never did. Maybe she just called in sick? Maybe it had nothing to do with me. I felt a terrible pang of guilt just because of the possibility.

I basically phoned it in all day. I was also able to complete my own job remotely. Then I stayed late so I could see the boss alone. If he responded to my advance I might have to suck a cock - though my plan was to be rejected. If he turned me down I'd be Scott free. Either way it was sure to make things uncomfortable for Steve. There's a reason there are rules against stuff like that.

I waited in his office. Based on the pictures on his desk Chad was divorced, about sixty years old, had a dad bod, and was losing his hair.

I surmised that the sexy young women weren't beating down his door. How could anyone enjoy sucking the old goat's cock?

Furthermore, the decor was outdated, his chair was worn out, and the building was on the small side as far as businesses go. So he wasn't pulling in enough money to attract the ladies either.

Chad looked happy to see me when he came in, "How's my best salesman and how's it hangin'?" Well, you can take the man out of the frat but you can't take the frat out of the man.

"Mine's hangin' real fine. No absence of action for me. How about you? Are the babes down on their knees begging for what you got hangin' there?

He sat down at his desk, turning the monitor away from my view nervously. Probably he had some porn open. If only I had seen it before I was going to suggest I give him a blowjob. It would have helped me make a more interesting play.

He chuckled, "No, Steve, the babes aren't interested."

"So... a bit of a dry spell!"

"Like the Mojave."

"Sorry to hear it man. You must be ready to fuck a hole in the wall. That's a real thing you know. It doesn't matter who's mouth is on the other side. Just warmth and wetness. All cats are gray in the dark, right?"

"Um, right."

I lied, "Say, Chad, you're a handsome man... and you've known for years that I'm gay... I can help you out. What else are friends for?"

This was the moment. I was either going to learn what my brother did when he was on his knees or get turned down and it would still be awkward between Chad and Steve when he got back.

First he gave me s quizzical look, then Chad closed the blinds, leaned back in his chair, unzipped, and pointed to the door so I would lock it. "Steve, I can't begin to tell you how much these weekly 'consultations' mean to me. I don't know what I would do without you."

Uh, oh. I didn't expect that turn of events. Not only did he not reject my advances, but his cock in my mouth was not going to change a thing. And what if he could tell the difference?

By the time I'd locked the door and made it back to Chad his pants were bunched up at his ankles and his little wrinkly aardvark was waiting for me in a wiry nest of gray hair.

Soft it was about two inches long and it looked utterly disgusting. I couldn't think of a single way to get out of this. Gingerly I got down on my knees before Chad. I hated that his underwear was rubbing up against my pant legs. I hated his hairy tubby stomach. And don't get me started on his balls.

Hiding my revulsion I reached out to fondle the lifeless organ. He asked, "You're not going to jerk yourself off today while you swallow my dick?"

Fuck! Could this get any worse? "Of course, I get so turned on when I'm tasting your skin."

"Hmm? I thought it was the ball licking and the cum play?"

Shit, it just got worse. And what the hell is cum play? I pushed his knees apart and leaned forward. The least objectionable place to begin was far away from the tip but still not touching his balls. So that's where I placed my lips first. After that I just did what needed to be done.

Starting at the top I took it in, bobbing up and down. It grew to its full six inches pretty fast. The old fart was huffing and moaning like he'd never had a blowjob before. He was lifting his hips and jabbing up into my mouth unpleasantly. Did all penises smell like that or had he not showered?

Nudging at my crotch with his black loafers he declared, "You better take yours out now or you won't get to cum while I'm still in your mouth."

It felt like I was obliged to do it. So I sat back freeing my limp lethario. "That's better, Steve. Show me how much you like this."

Jerking on my more impressive cock I struggled to get hard while I sucked his aged organ. "Show me, Stevie. Where's the enthusiasm?"

My mind thought back to Marissa for inspiration. Looking into Chad's eyes I smiled around his meat tube and moaned like this was the best thing in the world. He bought it. Then I wondered, if possibly Marissa had faked it with me like I was faking right now. But she had no reason to. It was TOO genuine. No, she liked me and she liked sucking my cock for that reason. It dawned on me too that Christy didn't actually like sucking my cock. Did Christy even like me?

Images of Marissa's cute face appeared before my eyes. The sight of my engorged cock plowing her sexy lips got me hard. Jerking my plump cock I shot my goo pretending to enjoy Chad's stiffy banging uncomfortably at the back of my mouth.

Now that I'd cum, this vile act grew tedious as well. But I had to keep sucking. Like five long minutes later Chad erupted a whole week's worth of spunk into me. Didn't the bastard jerk off?

"Show me, Stevie. Open your mouth."

I did it. "You're supposed to move it around with your tongue. What's with you today?" So I did that too. "OK, you can swallow after you lick my nuts." He lay his head back, waiting.

But it was too late. I'd already spit the crap out. Then without evaluating it I just said what I was thinking, "I'm not gonna lick those nasty nuts."

"Steve! I'm disappointed. Look at the carpet! Fuck, look at my shoes. Now I've gotta go clean these up. You can take care of the carpet and let yourself out."

After fifteen minutes I walked behind his desk and peeked out the window. The only car in the parking lot was mine.

Turning to go I happened to see the spreadsheet that was open on his computer. What had he been hiding? Apparently he was engaged in some rather amateurish forensic accounting. Wondering why, I sat down to look over the numbers.

I could readily see that the company was bleeding about a hundred thousand a year. Not a lot but it would add up. Chad knew this too as he had highlighted the cells proving it.

Next, I could see that the money was funneling through the HR department then disappearing. Why hadn't he done a basic Poisson Probability Distribution. He didn't even follow up on the gaps. He obviously saw the gaps, but didn't know that the absence of data is the arrow pointing to the culprit.

Five minutes later I knew that the money was going straight to the sweet Marissa. But I'd been in her apartment. Her personal budget was far more likely to be five thousand dollars underfunded rather than a hundred thou in excess. No way she had the money.

Ten minutes later I knew she was the patsy and not the criminal. Nevertheless, in a couple more days Chad would be calling the cops on her.

Thirty minutes later I had computed Chebycheff's Inequality and performed several distributions but was no closer to figuring out who it was based on statistics alone.

It had to be someone with a lot more skills than the pretty Marissa. But also someone positioned to take advantage of the inadequate security systems in place. The personnel files indicated it had to be Chad, the CFO, or the accountant.

I ruled out Chad since he was trying so inadequately to find the perp. In another ten minutes I knew the CFO earned seventy-five K with stock options and profit sharing, lived in a house in Highland Heights worth two-hundred K, and was married to a beautiful wife with three daughters. He had too much to lose if he did it and got caught, and clearly wasn't swimming in dough.

Meanwhile, the accountant was single, overqualified for the job, only made fifty-five, and also lived in Highland Heights, but in a paid off house worth twice as much as the CFO's.

BINGO!

Wednesday I showed up to work bright and early. At nine I was called into the conference room where I was to be interviewed by none other than John the accountant and the lovely HR rep Marissa.

Long story short, I, really my brother Steve, was accused of the white collar crime of stealing a hundred thousand dollars per year from the company for the last ten years. Evidence showing I had been in all the pertinent computer files was laid out. I was placed on leave. And an official inquiry was due to begin in two days. With the evidence I had downloaded last night I wasn't worried at all from a legal perspective. But why did it bother me the way Marissa looked at me?

I couldn't bring up what I knew without putting Marissa in danger so I said nothing. The strangest parts were that there should have been policemen there to arrest me on the spot. No investigation should wait two days to start. And why in fucks sake was the accountant conducting the interview?

Marissa got up to copy some papers. I was thinking her ass looked sexy as hell. But on her way out she sneered, "I thought better of you, Steve. I feel so betrayed." I couldn't even defend myself.

Alone with the accountant I took a reasonable chance, "You should swing by my place tonight so we can talk about this in private."

"I'll be there at nine." Then he up and left.

At five I fed the cats. At five thirty I turned around and suddenly there was a strange man standing there. A hit man? No, it must be my brother's boyfriend of sorts. "Come'er baby." I couldn't do it. His arms were out expecting a hug and he was already puckering up for a kiss. That was far worse than the idea of sucking a dick.

I started explaining, "Brian, I've had a day? First, my boss is an ugly bastard. Then I was called into a meeting to..." But I never got to finish.

"That's the greeting I get!? I come here to surprise you and you give me the cold shoulder? I even brought flowers." He pointed to a box on the table. "You always run hot and cold. There's no predicting when you're gonna be fun and when you're gonna be a little bitch. Why am I even with you?"

I wanted to create a strain in their relationship. But to me it seemed like it already had problems. Are gay relationships always filled with such drama? Still, when I found out that Steve had 86ed what I had with Ashley it hurt. And yet breaking them up in turn would be going too far. "I'm sorry, Brian. What can I do to make it up to you?"

He looked happier now. "I want that thing we do for special occasions."

Champagne? Dinner at a special restaurant? I had no idea what it could be. Until he grabbed at his crotch. Brian was kind of handsome. There was a possibility I might even like sucking his cock. Learning from the attitude Marissa had shown me I threw my all into it. I dropped instantly to the floor at Brian's feet and declared, "I can't get enough of this wonderful cock." Deftly I pulled it free through his fly and started reigning kisses upon it. It was a good looking cock. Manly. Rugged. Thick! No wonder Steve put up with this nonsense. I actually WAS going to like sucking this handsome cock. Not the way Marissa sucked - out of a genuine feeling for the person behind it. But just because it was a beautiful gigantic specimen of manhood.

Brian bellowed, "Steve you duplicitous pansy. Why are you always such a, a, woman?" He said the word woman like it was an insult. "If you're gonna act like the weaker sex then I'm gonna treat you like a helpless slut."

Brian grabbed me by the wrists and started dragging me toward the bedroom as I scrambled to keep up so I didn't get dragged across the floor. Was this a game? This was the thing they did on special occasions? But the angry look on his face was so real.

Well, anything Steve has done before I could do. Maybe not better in this instance. I was better than Steve at just about everything - but I would have to concede that he would be better than me at gay sex.

Brian pulled me up on my feet then shoved me down on the bed where I fell face down. In contrast, when I had moved Marissa's body around it had been playfully rough and reflecting on the sounds she made she had enjoyed it. Nevertheless, if I could go back in time and do it again I would make love to the innocent lady with tenderness instead.

Here it should have been obvious to Brian that this had crossed a line. I was making noises of protestation, not love. In fact, there was no love anywhere to be found.