Subject: Max’s Grindr Journey — Chapter 5 The usual disclaimers — fictional story, fictional characters. Stay safe, and enjoy! Also, please consider donating to support this awesome archive of incredible stories to keep it going for our future generation at fty . Sorry for the long delay in this installment. Hope it was worth the wait! Max’s Grindr Journey — Chapter 5 –From Aiden’s point of view– “Dude, you’ll never guess who I just fucked!” I texted my best friend, Ryan Hillerton, just as I was climbing into bed for the night. It had been a while since I had sex with all that was going on in the world with COVID, and not only was it amazing sex, it was hands down one of most erotic experiences I’d ever had with another guy. It was not unusual for me to divulge all the gory details to Ryan–it’s just what we both did. I’ve been friends with Ryan and his twin brother Cooper since as early as I could remember, given we lived so close to each other growing up. We became closer as we got older, having played sports throughout our teenage years, which culminated in high school, as we were all starting players on the state champion lacrosse team. After graduation, we went our separate ways to college, but we remained close, often travelling to see one another for fun weekend visits. While we were all still best friends, Ryan and I were a bit more communicative, most likely because Cooper couldn’t be bothered to respond to texts in a reasonable timeframe. I had taken a job in the big city, but moved home after getting tired of trying to shelter in place inside a 500 square foot closet of an apartment. Ryan and Cooper, who moved in with each other after they graduated, were less motivated to move home, given their former home life was a shit-show, Stepford-type lifestyle. And, it was easier to “be themselves” without their parents watching their “comings” and goings. They settled on living in a suburb close to their jobs in the big city, but with some more space for their “extracurriculars.” After all, it was cheaper to rent a decent 2,000 square foot house 30 minutes outside of the city than a 500 square foot shithole in an unsavory section of the city. Quarantining restrictions were a little less harsh in the suburbs than in the big city as well. I had considered moving in with the twins on more than one occasion, including when the quarantines kicked in, but I was cash strapped and wanted to save some money. Let me explain a little bit more about my “friendship” with Ryan and Cooper. Despite widly being hailed as the “hottest guy” at Bretton Hills High School, and again at Princeton, and being captain of the lacrosse team, I was as gay as they come. Nobody, except the couple dozen guys I had fucked on Grindr knew my secret–except Ryan and Cooper. One night, after a big win in the conference lax championships, we had a big celebratory party with a bunch of our friends at someone’s house whose parents weren’t home. There was an endless supply of free booze, and I got wasted. Not wanting my parents to find out, Ryan and Cooper covered for me, and using my phone, they had texted my mom [as me] to let her know I was sleeping at their house kırklareli escort for the night (which was not unusual–I practically lived there, and their mom, who I affectionately referred to as “Mrs. H.” was like my second mom). Even though the three of us were best friends, and our relationship was strictly platonic–even brotherly–I still fantasized about the two of them. They were identically hot, and having seen them naked in the showers after countless workouts and games, I had a nonstop reel of jerk-off fodder. Over time, I had slowly compiled a stash of their “used” undergarments [they often complained about how each other would steal their stuff and lose it, while I comically thought about how I had a massive orgasm the night before with a ripe jock stuffed in my mouth], and used them in various ways, almost always feeding the fantasy of one or both of them pulling me aside one day after practice and fucking my brains out. My ultimate fantasy was to be spit-roasted by the two of them, being fucked by one huge dick while gagging on the other. They were both equally built, six packed, and hung. Barely able to stand, Ryan and Cooper carried me to their car and drove me back to their house. They snuck me inside, which was no small feat, given how loud and amiable I was being–a half dozen jello shots could have that effect on a guy who never drinks. “Dude,” I slurred as Ryan was trying to get me out of my tight clothes, “what are you doing, man?” “I’m just taking off your shirt and pants so you don’t puke all over them,” he responded. “How thoughtful,” I said back. It was, so I thought, until I started to chub up. Ryan had already gotten my shirt off, so I was bare chested, but he paused at my pants (which was probably a good thing, because I had actually been wearing one of his brother’s used pair of boxer briefs that I stole). I noticed that my zipper was sort of stuck, and he had both hands now in my groin area trying to get the thing to move. It was too much for me. I had the guy of my fantasies indirectly touching my dick while I was wearing his brother’s underwear, on top of being drunk out of my mind. He finally got it loose, and then pulled down my pants. By this time, I was rock hard and no doubtedly a noticeable wet stain was developing on the stolen set of boxer briefs. If he didn’t notice, then he, too, was wasted. “Hey Coop, come here,” he called, sporting a massive grin across his face. “Remember that fight we got into about you accusing me of stealing your favorite pair of boxers? You know, the ones that you claim make your dick look the biggest in your selfies?” Cooper came out of the bathroom, shirtless, wearing only his boxer briefs–a pair that looked strikingly similar to the stolen ones I had adorned. His look of shock quickly turned into a grin eerily similar to that of his brother. He, too, must have noticed my massive piece of wood. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Cooper asked his twin. “Yup.” And with some sort of twin ESP, they knew exactly what was on each other’s mind. They were going to take advantage of my inebriated state and have a little fun with me. Cooper knelt kırşehir escort down next to me and helped his brother slide off the stolen briefs, despite my “protests.” I was naked and beyond vulnerable–drunk as all hell and as hard as a rock, dripping with precum. I no longer had a closet in which to hide; I may not have used words to tell them I was gay, but my dick was screaming it to them–and they were like kids in a candy store. Ryan stripped down to his boxer briefs, and I could tell he was fully erect; it appeared as if his meat desperately wanted to rip a hole in the fabric to breath. Cooper took his own pair of briefs off, and let his monster loose. It was slightly glistening with the beginnings of precum. I had never been with a guy before, let alone two, and I couldn’t believe I had the two guys I fantasized about most on either side of my drunk self. Inhibitions lifted thanks to Mr. Absolut, I let myself relax and take it all in. Before I knew it, my dick was in Ryan’s mouth, and Cooper had his tongue so far down my throat I thought I would swallow it. I was in heaven. Ryan was quite the expert cock sucker–little did I know that he had years of practice on his own twin, and was expertly using a combination of hands, spit, tongue, sucking and edging to keep the sensation memorable and intense. He knew when to pull back based merely on my body language, breathing and moaning, and more than once during his efforts, he almost brought me over the edge. This pageantry continued for a few more minutes, at which point Cooper suddenly withdrew his tongue from my mouth and replaced it with a sopping wet cock. It was massive, and he showed little mercy to my virgin tongue. He was face fucking me–practically raping me–while his brother devoured my own dick and held my arms down tight so I couldn’t push him away. It was beyond erotic. I don’t know how I hadn’t cum yet, given all of the sensory overload. Perhaps the alcohol led to some level of impotence, but I knew I wasn’t far away from blowing the most massive load of my life. Suddenly, Ryan pulled off my dick. “Do you think he’s ready?” Ryan asked Cooper. It was as if I wasn’t even in the room. Cooper winked at Ryan, and flipped me over. “My turn,” he said to Ryan. Ryan took off the piece of fabric constraining his throbbing hard-on and positioned himself in front of my mouth. I was now on my hands and knees, and I instinctively knew what was coming. “Suck it,” he ordered. Even though they were identical twins, I would swear that Ryan’s cock was a solid inch longer and had much more girth than his brother’s already award-winning cock. As I put his dick into my no-longer virgin mouth, I felt a warm wetness on my ass crack. I couldn’t see, but could tell that Cooper was rimming me. I can’t even begin to explain how amazing it felt; I had no idea that having your dirty asshole licked could feel so incredibly hot. I reached for my dick, as it desperately needed to be jerked, but Cooper quickly grabbed my hands away, restraining my wrists with his own hands, and informed me that he would determine when I could and couldn’t touch myself. Cooper’s tongue fuck came kızılay escort to an abrupt end, which was followed by him letting his brother know that, “It’s time.” “Time for what?” I groggily asked. “Yeah, Coop. Time for what?” he retorted coily. And then, as if someone knocked the wind out of me, I felt a burning pain so intense, I would have screamed had I not already been gagging on the throbbing dick in my mouth. Tears were coming down my face. Cooper was by no means gentle, and his rape of my virgin asshole had commenced. I was helpless. He had my arms behind my back in a grip unlike no other, and his brother was controlling my head as he fucked my mouth to no end. My spitroast fantasy had come true, but it was not as pleasurable as I had imagined so many times before. But, as if a spell came over me, my body relaxed, as did my sphincter and gag reflex, and the pleasure overcame me. No longer was I fighting the rape, but enjoying the overwhelming feelings of ecstasy. Cooper was no longer gripping my wrists, but was massaging my cock, and with every thrust, my prostate felt as if it were having a nonstop orgasm. As if the pounding and face fucking couldn’t get any faster, it did, and the twins’ rhythm was in sync, like a piston fired engine. Before long, the three of us were approaching a near-simultaneous climax. First it was Ryan, who shot three massive squirts into my mouth. I tried desperately to swallow it; the taste was strangely familiar, as I am sure I have previously tasted remnants of his cum on some stolen underwear I grabbed from his gym bag. Next, Cooper thrust three deep shots into my ass. I swear I could feel it in my belly. As soon as he squeezed out the last drop with a fourth and final thrust, he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and put my cock in his mouth, while his brother swapped places with him and began to rim my freshly creampied hole, desperately sucking out his brother’s seed. It was all too much, and I blew my load into Cooper’s mouth. Not a single drop of cum was wasted between the three of us. It was more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was fucking amazing. My two best friends knew my secret–one that was I was so depressed about keeping, and more than once led me to want to do some stupid things to myself to stop the “pain.” Life was going to be ok. I was going to be ok. “I love you guys,” I said. “We love you, too, man,” they said in unison. And so began the next phase of our already incredible friendship. So back to the story… “Dude, you’ll never guess who I just fucked!” “Who?” he texted back. “Well, he looks a lot like you, smells like you, tastes like you, and moans like you,” I texted in reply. There was a brief pause, followed by a picture he sent me back of Ryan, Cooper and Max–their younger brother. I shot back a picture I had screenshotted from one of our Grindr sexting escapes of their naked brother. Ryan responded with a series of emojis: eggplant, high five, smiley face. “You fucking dawg. Tell me more.” And with that, we exchanged a series of erotically detailed messages where I told the story of how I robbed his younger brother of his virginity, just like he and Cooper did to me. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” I was so pleased with myself. —- That’s it for this installment. Send me comments, feedback, inspiration (18+) to keep me motivated and keep the story moving. It’s been so much fun to write for you all! ail