Robert and Raymond Stewart are identical twin brothers, who were the pride of their parents when they were born but, early in their lives, they both became aware they are gay. Now 19 years old, they share an apartment, because those same prideful parents decided long ago the twins would not be welcome in the suburban family home any longer than they were legally required to let them live there. On their 18th birthday, they informed Ray and Bob of this, and that was the final contact between the two generations. The expulsion was not unexpected; they both knew they were not even a little bit welcome, so the young men saved their money against the day it would happen, and they made arrangements to help them move directly into an apartment in the nearby large city.
Before choosing that place to live, they did research, mostly into neighborhoods, and found a part of the city known by its denizens as "The Gay Ghetto," and that was where they chose to live. They learned that would be the place to go to be among others of similar sexual orientation, and they learned there was an active gay social network. Among other things, once contact was made, that network helped them find low level office jobs where they worked during the daytime while attending a local community college in the evening.
They were also able to obtain falsified driver's licenses showing their ages as being 21 rather than the 18 they actually were at the time, and they used them to drink in bars and clubs, which are the central part of gay social life in the neighborhood. Bob and Ray are handsome, clean-cut men who look even younger than their actual ages. This is partly because they are both rather chubby and have long, blonde hair and very fair complexions with little facial hair. Both are described by their friends and acquaintances as twinks, and they are sometimes referred to collectively as the twin twinks.
Both men are always carded the first few times they patronize a tavern or are served by new bartenders. This is no more than a minor inconvenience, and is easily outweighed by the great sex lives enjoyed by them as the result of their good looks and youthful appearance and the novelty of their twinhood. Being identical in appearance, it is quite common for an unusually horny man or a small group of men, either gay or straight, to want to take both of them to a private place for a wild afternoon or night of men on men sex, with Ray and Bob and everybody else having a great time.
Just last Saturday afternoon is a good example of that. They were drinking their usual white wine in a booth in one of their favorite hangouts when three men approached them. They were all acquainted and had occasionally shared sexual pleasures with each other before, and the three newcomers wanted to repeat the adventure.
"Hi, Bob. Hi, Ray," one of the men greeted them, not even trying to distinguish which of the young men belonged to which name.
The other newcomers greeted the twins the same way, and Ray and Bob responded to everybody and made room for the three men to sit down. After asking what everybody was drinking, Lionel, the oldest of the three men, put money on the table, and the youngest of the newcomers went to get the drinks. When he returned, the whole table was engaged in small talk, but the twins suspected the men had in mind some kind of sexual romp, and they were just as much in favor of that as anybody else.
Their suspicions were correct. "What have you guys been up to lately?" Lionel asked. "It seems we hardly ever see you around here."
Ray and Bob knew that wasn't true, because they were in that same bar three or four nights a week and almost every Saturday afternoon. Nevertheless, they went along. "Oh, we get in here now and then, like this afternoon, when we're horny and not busy," Bob responded, letting the other men know they were available for some fun, especially if it was sexual in nature.
As the oldest and the richest, Lionel continued to speak for the others. "I just moved into a new apartment, and I thought you might like to look it over and maybe have a couple of drinks and some good times there. Gary and Richard will be joining me; how about you guys?" The two men named said nothing, but smiled and nodded their heads while sipping from their drinks.
"Sure, Leo," Bob answered, addressing Lionel by a commonly used nickname.
"Sounds like fun," Ray confirmed his brother's opinion.
With that settled, Lionel went to the bar to ask the bartender to contact a taxi and, a few minutes later, the five men were riding to the new apartment. It was only a few blocks away, but he liked to take cabs, and he could easily afford them. The driver pulled up in front of a high-rise apartment building, and they all piled out. Lionel paid the driver the minimal fare, added a big tip and led the small group through the front door. The doorman greeted him by name and signaled for an elevator, and they all rode up to what they tacitly expected to be their that afternoon's place of carnal delights.
After they reached their destination, Lionel locked the door behind them, and everybody removed his shoes. The apartment was luxurious, and their host led them on a short tour, ending in his bedroom, which everybody knew had been their destination before even leaving the club. There was a small portable bar there, and he served all his guests the drinks he knew they favored, including glasses of white wine for the brothers. Nobody was going to drink a lot; they all knew sex to be more fun when sober, but a bit of alcohol could add to everybody's pleasure.
Lionel started the action, patting one of the twins on his shapely ass, which was clad in tight blue jeans. "I've always admired your butt," he said, stroking the object of his appreciation.
"Well, it likes you," Bob responded, for he was the one being fondled. "But it likes you a lot more when these pants aren't in the way." As he spoke, he unbuttoned the waist of the offending garment and pulled the zipper all the way down.
As expected, Lionel slipped his hand into the opening, even inside the bikini shorts the younger man liked to wear, and slid a finger down the crack of his ass. Bob quivered at the touch, which was on a very sensitive part of his body. He and Ray kept the skin there clean-shaven, and they had taken turns that morning at carefully using safety razors on each other's asses.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, and held his stiffening cock out of the way when he felt the older man go behind him and start to pull his pants and shorts down.
Almost as if that had been a signal, Gary and Richard stepped beside Ray, and the three men started divesting each other of clothing. In a few minutes, clad in only their shorts, they all moved to one side of the king-sized bed. Once they reached the destination, those last garments were quickly removed. Bob was already there, completely naked too, and lying face down on the other side with his legs spread, while Lionel was removing the rest of his clothing. When he was as bare as the other four men, he knelt on the bed between his partner's legs and held both bare cheeks in his hands.
Once again, he expressed his appreciation. "Do you know you have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen?"
His admiration of Bob's ass was sincere. The cheeks he was fondling were slightly plump, and curved up and over from the young man's back, and around, to form flawless hemispheres when they merged with his legs. Their perfect form was only part of their charm; even more alluring was their soft white skin. Both Ray and Bob knew their asses were their best features, so they liked to show them off, wearing tight pants when out looking for fun and always making sure the skin under those pants was as lovely and inviting as they could get it. Both of them were primarily bottoms, with their favorite sexual activity being fucked in the ass by men with big cocks, and Bob knew Leo possessed what he wanted, and that the older man knew how to use it.
Lionel knew, alright, and he knew what he wanted that day. Raptly, he gazed at the creamy white mounds that awaited his pleasure, and reached out to spread them. In between was a delightful pink rosebud, and he knew it would be tight, and would massage his cock perfectly. Rather reluctantly, he left the fabulous pair and scooted over to the side of the bed to get condoms and the bottle of Aqualube from the nightstand where they were always kept. Although it would be slightly more pleasurable to eschew the protection, all the men know enough about AIDS that they always practice safe sex.
Bob felt his cheeks released and glanced to the side to see Lionel retrieve the plastic squeeze bottle. He wanted the fucking to happen every bit as much as the other man did, so he reached back to spread his cheeks to facilitate it. Leo returned, smiled when he saw the beautiful sight awaiting him, and rolled a condom onto his stiff cock. With the protection in place, he reached between the succulent mounds to use the thumb and fingers of one hand to pry open the small pink hole. With his other hand, he held the plastic bottle of lube and inserted the tip.