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Finishing a huge show to show up at a party with their fans and getting home at around four in the morning was no less of a challenge for the boys. Especially for Bill, who had charmed everyone with his new look: he wears thin dreadlocks, some black, some white, long below his shoulders and long, straightened bangs. His body looked much leaner than he used to look and, to everyone, it was confusing that the man they saw before their eyes was just that, a man, because he looked, against all his biology, like a woman. A beautiful woman.Made up almost perfectly, and dressed in a tiny black T-shirt tight to the body, and red pants with a scottish print. His arms looked like a pair of branches and his skin so white, almost porcelain. The band members, and David Jost, his manager, were not the only ones who were amazed by his change of look: his fans had gone crazy; they wouldn't leave him alone, with every step he took, pulling at him asking for a picture, or shouting at him, deafening him. Paparazzi asking him to wave. He was like a new celebrity, and as much as he loved being recognized, this time he felt exhausted for lack of being able to drink even a little to carry on the party in a pleasant way. Arriving at the hotel room they were all sharing because it was the only day they would be staying there was, for him, a tremendous relief. He lay down on the couch in front of the bed and sighed. His friends sat on the ones around him and turned on the TV for a while, while he poured himself some more beer to keep the party going until they were fried. Bill pulled off his combat boots and kicked them away from himself. He rubbed his hands over his face, smearing a bit of makeup, and groaned bitterly to himself. His friends brought him a beer, and although Bill wanted to take it, fatigue and stress prevented him from doing so. After a short while, the door rang; Tom was the one who got up to open it, thinking it would be some service they didn't want, but he saw David and they both smiled at each other, as he let him in. He started talking about how well they had done at the show, and how nice they had been to their fans. He showed them a bottle of Whiskey and they all partied. Everyone except Bill, who watched from the couch and his eyes began to water with despair. David stopped to look at him and when Bill reached out and opened his hand, inviting him to come closer, his manager immediately accepted and took it, sitting down next to him, letting Bill lay his head on his lap. "What's the matter, are you tired?" Bill groaned, boyishly, and nodded. "Yes... I'm very stressed..." He feigned a boyish voice. David leaned over and kissed his temple, then ran his hand down his body. He could feel David's thick, warm hand; it made him feel much calmer. "My boy..."His friends laughed and chatted with each other, they were used to seeing that when the manager and Bill got together, it was as if the world around them disappeared. Bill had become strangely fond of David. Tom thought of him as his closest father figure, and although at first he had thought it odd that sometimes he did refer to him with the adjective "dad," today he no longer minded much, in fact, sometimes he too found himself calling him that from time to time. Bill turned around, facing David's crotch first, but looking up into his eyes. He gave him a sad little puppy dog look, the one that made David feel all his strength go and, had he been standing, his knees would have wobbled. David reached out to caress his cheek, so soft, his skin still so young and smooth, almost like a child's; and all that makeup wasn't enough to make him look older, that little face he had made him look, if he could, even smaller."What happened, sweetheart?""Daddy... "He whispered, with a pout. "I want a massage... like the ones you do...".David smiled, but that same grin vanished from his face just as Bill rubbed his nose on his crotch, and then looked up at him, smiling so serenely that it was easy for him to separate his love for him from his desire. "Okay, unbutton them..." Bill nodded, turning back around to stand with his back to the couch and unbuttoning the belt and his pants. He pulled them down a little, barely above his knees, exposing his butt covered by his short, black underwear. David ran his hand over one of them, squeezing the thick skin of the area between his fingers; Bill closed his eyes, and let out little sighs worthy of a child. "I'm so tired, Daddy... I feel exhausted..." David smiled, and didn't wait any longer to grab the spring of his underwear and pull it down with his pants. "Get on your belly on my legs..." Bill obeyed, getting up and taking advantage of being on his knees on the sofa to pull his clothes down to his ankles. The movement caused his friends to stop talking so that he could observe that they were already at their own. Tom smiled, knowing that, as much as he didn't like his manager giving him those massages, they were doing Bill a lot of good. So they continued chatting, as if nothing was going on in the room, although it wasn't abnormal for everyone to glance that way from time to time, a little morbid because they hadn't been doing it that long, in fact, this would be the second or third time, and David had convinced them that it wasn't sexual, but that it was those massages they had taught him in the military or something like that, which served to take away tension and stress. The guys weren't jerks, and they weren't such kids, but still, they believed him, and they didn't see that it was anything at all unusual. "Let's see when you make me one like that, Dav..." went Georg, watching Bill take his hand and put a couple of fingers in his mouth, and start sucking on them. David smiled."Whenever you want... just give me time, because Bill is the one who gets tired the most in all of this..."And the truth was, all four members of the band were extremely beautiful, but Bill was the one who caught his attention the most as he was the only one who looked like a woman, but with those extra points of having a really fat cock between his legs. Definitely the best of both worlds. Georg nodded then, and stood for a few seconds transfixed, watching Bill moan and suck on David's fingers, who closed his eyes at the sensation of those warm lips and tongue. Then he turned around, as if nothing else he hadn't seen before could happen. "Lift your ass up a little, Bill..." The younger boy did so, resting his knees on the leather of the couch, lifting his buttocks. David slid down a little, until he was all the way behind him, and caressed his inner thighs, from knee to groin; his skin so smooth, free of hair, who knows if it was because he shaved them or because he was still hairless. David's hand touched his testicles, tight against his skin, big, but not big enough to hang down much, even from someone extremely young. He stroked them gently, feeling the weight and gravity of them, which were also hairless, unlike his pubis, which was recognized by the dark pubic hair, almost black, and a little tangled together, giving way to a thin and long penis, full of blue veins and a round tip, well out of the foreskin, dripping reaction to the caresses of his manager. "Umg... ho..." He distinguished himself by being fucking loud and everyone in the room liked it. When his moans started to get loud, the three remaining members would stop all activity and pretend they weren't looking, but well they listened to him as the lead singer of their band was proud to have strong lungs and vocal cords, which he not only used to sing, but also to put together a thunderous chorus of moans and compliments to his manager. After a series of strokes, Bill's penis was fat and hard. David went to his favorite place: his buttocks. He squeezed them hard and kissed them, biting them from time to time; he could feel Bill's hips wiggling a little from the pleasure of the caresses. Then he proceeded to pull them apart, finding the circle of muscle, almost virgin, free of hair, free of invasive entrances; so tight and pink he thought it was a picture they could use in any porn magazine. He moved his face closer there and inhaled his scent, making them both shiver. He ran his tongue around there, from perineum to anus to coccyx; he made Bill rest his forearms on the couch, so that in position he could spread his buttocks apart without having to intervene, and then he started sucking, giving wet kisses, penetrating with his tongue, with sounds so loud that every now and then, someone would turn to look at them out of sheer morbid curiosity. It was tempting for David to have this kind of approach in public, even if it was a small audience. But it was also as if everything around him stopped making sense and only Bill's anus and his tongue bathing it with his own saliva. It was strange how after an exhausting day, the only taste there was there was his sweat and his skin, which made him feel that yes, he was still very young and sex was, against all odds, something he was still not entirely interested in practicing. "Do you like it, Bill?""Yes, Daddy... very much... hum..." David smiled and gave his penis a couple of strokes. "Auum... Daddy, it feels so good...""Do you want me to stop now?""No... please don't, daddy... humg... I really like it.."David continued to give him oral sex for a few seconds, until his own chin was soaked with his saliva and Bill's anus was pinker and sometimes even a little more open, giving him entrance to the tip of his tongue. Then he again gave him the command to lie on top of him, and Bill did so without complaint; he moved his hips a little, rubbing his penis against David's legs, and David knew he was about to. He spit a spittle on his fingers, a thick, bubbly one, same he smeared on Bill's anus so he could make his way with two fingers, going in slowly, but surely; first one phalanx, then, up to the third. Bill moaned and his hand traveled to David's, where he grabbed his wrist."Easy, you'll like it a lot later... we've already done it." He consoled. Bill still wouldn't let go, but David twirled his fingers inside his body, and having touched a certain spot, Bill jumped and moaned with pleasure. "You see, my love... I touch you good and you're gonna like it...""Okay, Daddy..." He let go.He moved his fingers in and out of his hole, the wet sounds of his little thrusts and Bill's moans made the other three turn to watch. David liked being the center of attention, so he began to move his fingers much faster, drawing certain squeals from Bill that they all liked to listen to him. "Your friends are jealous of how I treat you..." he teased. Bill lowered his hand to begin masturbating, as he felt the pleasure was about to blind him. "Oh, no... would any of you like to help me... Tom, why don't you come over here?"Tom stood quietly, watching his manager's fingers slipping in and out of his twin brother's anus. Having seen Bill naked was weird, but seeing him being fingered was somehow appealing. So he got up from there and stood, facing those two. David smiled. "Do you want to help me by jerking him off?" Tom puckered his lips, hesitant. "Oh, come on, they're twin brothers, isn't that what twin brothers do?"Tom thought that's exactly what brothers didn't do, no matter how identical they were. "Bill, would you like your brother to help you?" Bill wiggled his hips, his skin glistening with sweat. David stopped wiggling his fingers for lack of response, and Bill moaned as he stopped feeling his fingertips touching his prostate. "Answer.""Hugg... don't stop, Daddy... I feel tired... I need you..." He begged, moving his hips again, looking for David's fingers to move there. They touched his prostate once, enough to make him moan, then David pulled his fingers out, leaving his anus dilated and empty. "Put them back in me...""Answer my question... Do you want Tom to touch you?""Yes..." Was his prompt reply. "But don't stop...""Okay, on all fours again..." Bill obeyed immediately and as soon as David got out of his place, Bill got on all fours, resting his elbows on the couch and his forehead in his hands. "Come on, Tom...just jerk him off...."Tom then agreed and knelt down on the carpet, holding Bill's about-to-explode genitals before his eyes. He closed his hand on his penis and began to move it, just as he did when he was masturbating on his own. Bill was almost in a scream, but it became real when David pushed his fingers back into his anus. "More... more... more... more..." Tom watched as his testicles suddenly shrank, and as his hand felt a viscous fluid between his fingers, clear and shiny. He could also see how David's fingers were hidden inside his body, and the fact that he was his twin, made him feel excited, to know that it was something illegal. "Do you like it when your brother touches you?""Suck my cock, Tom..." was his answer, but Tom was barely able to kiss the fat tip and feel a taste of sex permeate his mouth. His friends watched the scene and thought they had never seen Bill order something so sexual. They were supposed to be massages, but Bill seemed to feel that things had already turned another way. "Do you like my fingers inside you, honey?""Daddy I like it... I like it a lot, Daddy..."He went in one last time, and without removing his fingers, he moved his phalanges, no longer stroking, now touching his prostate, and that made Bill scream with pleasure, combined with Tom's hand moving on his penis. It was an orgasm that lasted a long time, Bill lay back on the couch and put his legs over David's, wide open, exposing his sex. Tom smeared the remnants of semen on his belly. "Are you feeling better?"Auh... "Bill kept moaning, still moving his hips, looking for more contact, which David gave him, without hesitation. "Auu... ah... ah... daddy..." "Look, Tom, how your brother's anus has turned out from just fingers..." Tom accepted the invitation to go and see how David separated his brother's buttocks and discovered a dilated anus, a small hole that was throbbing. "He touched it a little bit, maybe he likes it.."Tom slipped his fingers in and opened his lips as he felt his brother's anus close around them. "Humm... I like it, Tom... I like it..." Bill squealed."I'll have to teach you this kind of things... maybe you'll find a nice way to take the stress away from each other..."
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Haber terminado un show enorme, para presentarse a una fiesta con sus fans y llegar a casa a eso de las cuatro de la madrugada, era para los chicos no menos que un reto. Sobre todo para Bill, quie había encantado a todos con su nuevo look: usa rastas delgadas, algunas negras, otras blancas, largas por debajo de los hombros y el flequillo largo y alaciado. Su cuerpo se veía mucho más flaco de lo que solía habérselo visto y, para todos fue confuso que el hombre que veían ante sus ojos, era eso, un hombre, porque parecía, contra toda su biología una mujer. Una mujer hermosa.Maquillado casi perfectamente, y vestido con una diminuta camiseta negra bien ceñida al cuerpo, y unos pantalones rojos con estampado escoses. Sus brazos parecían un par de ramas y su piel tan blanca, casi porcelana. Los integrantes de la banda, y David Jost, su mánager, no fueron los únicos que se quedaron boquiabiertos con su cambio de look: sus fans se habían vuelto locos; no lo dejaban en paz, a cada pasito que daba, jaloneos pidiéndole una foto, o gritos dejándolo sordo. Los paparazzis pidiéndole que saludase. Era como una nueva celebridad, y aunque le gustaba tanto ser reconocido, esta vez se sintió exhausto a falta de poder beber siquiera un poco para llevar la fiesta de manera agradable. Llegar al cuarto de hotel que todos compartían por ser el único día que se hospedarían allí, fue para él, un alivio tremendo. Se echó en el sofá frente a la cama y suspiró. Sus amigos se sentaron en los de alrededor y encendieron la tv un rato, mientras se servía un poco más de cerveza para continuar con la fiesta hasta estar fritos. Bill se sacó las botas de combate y las pateó lejos de sí. Se restregó las manos por el rostro, corriéndose un poco de maquillaje, y se quejó amargamente para sus adentros. Sus amigos le acercaron una cerveza y aunque Bill quiso cogerla, el cansancio y el estrés se lo impidieron. Al poco rato, la puerta sonó; Tom fue quien se levantó a abrir, creyendo que se trataría de algún servicio que no deseaban, pero vio a David y ambos se sonrieron, al tiempo que le dejaba pasar. Empezó a hablar sobre lo bien que les había ido en el show, y sobre lo guapos que se habían comportado con sus fans. Les enseñó una botella de Whisky y todos festejaron. Todos, excepto Bill, quien miraba desde el sofá y sus ojos empezaron a mojarse causa del desespero. David se detuvo a mirarle y cuando Bill le estiró el brazo y abrió la mano, invitándolo a acercarse, su mánager aceptó enseguida y se la cogió, sentándose a su lado, dejando que Bill recostara su cabeza en sus piernas. —¿Qué pasa?, ¿Estás cansadito? —Bill gimió, aniñado, y asintió. —Sí… estoy muy estresado… —Fingía voz de niño. David se inclinó y le besó la sien, después le pasó la mano por el cuerpo. Pudo sentir su mano gruesa y tibia; eso le hacía sentirse mucho más tranquilito. —Mi niño…Sus amigos se reían y platicaban entre sí, estaban acostumbrados a ver que cuando el mánager y Bill se juntaban, era como si el mundo a su alrededor desapareciera. Bill había cogido un cariño extraño a David. Tom pensaba que era su figura paterna más cercana, y aunque al principio le había parecido extraño que a veces sí que se refiriera a él con el adjetivo “papá”, hoy ya no le importaba mucho, de hecho, a veces él también se encontraba diciéndole de esa forma de vez en vez. Bill se dio la vuelta, encarando primero la entrepierna de David, pero subiendo la mirada a sus ojos. Le puso una miradita de perrito triste, esa que a David le hacía sentir que toda su fuerza se iba y, de haber estado de pie, sus rodillas hubiesen flaqueado. Alargó la mano para acariciarle la mejilla, tan suave, su piel aún tan joven y tersa, casi como la de un niño; y todo ese maquillaje no era suficiente para hacerlo ver mayor de edad, esa carita que tenía lo hacía verse, su se podía, aún más pequeño.—¿Qué pasó, cariño?—Papi… —Susurró, con un puchero. —Quiero un masaje… como el que tú haces…David sonrió, pero ese mismo gesto se esfumó de su rostro justo cuando Bill restregó la nariz en su entrepierna, y luego lo miró, sonriendo tan sereno que era fácil para él separar el amor que le tenía, del deseo. —Vale, desabróchatelos… —Bill asintió, volviendo a darse la vuelta para estar de espaldas al sofá y desabotonar el cinto y su pantalón. Se lo bajó un poco, apenas por encima de las rodillas, dejando a la vista su trasero cubierto por su ropa interior corta, color negro. David pasó su mano por una de ellas, apretando entre sus dedos la piel gruesa de la zona; Bill cerraba los ojos, y echaba pequeños suspiros dignos de un niño. —Estoy tan cansado, papi… me siento agotado… —David sonreía, y no esperaba más tiempo a cogerle del resorte de su ropa interior y bajarla junto a su pantalón. —Ponte de barriga sobre mis piernas… —Bill obedeció, levantándose y aprovechando estar de rodillas sobre el sofá para poder bajar la ropa hasta sus tobillos. El movimiento hizo que sus amigos dejaran de platicar para poder observar que ya estaban en lo suyo. Tom sonrió, sabiendo que, por mucho que no le diera buena espina que su mánager le hiciera esos masajes, le hacían mucho bien a Bill. Entonces siguieron platicando, como si nada estuviera pasando en la habitación, aunque no era anormal que todos de vez en cuando miraran hacia allí, un poco morbosos porque no hacía mucho que lo hacían, de hecho, esta sería la segunda o tercera vez, y David les había convencido de que no era algo sexual, sino que eran esos masajes que le habían enseñado en la militar o algo así, que servía para quitar la tensión y el estrés. Los chicos no eran unos imbéciles, ni tampoco tan niños, pero aún así, le creían, y no veían que eso fuera algo del todo raro. —A ver cuándo me haces uno así, Dav… —Fue Georg, viendo cómo Bill le cogía la mano y se metía a su boca un par de dedos, y empezaba a succionar de ellos. David sonrió.—Cuando quieras… sólo dame tiempo, porque Bill es quien más joda se lleva en todo esto…Y la verdad era que, los cuatro miembros de la banda eran en extremo bellos, pero Bill era quien más llamaba su atención al ser el único que parecía una mujer, pero con esos puntos extra de tener una polla bien gorda entre las piernas. Sin duda, lo mejor de dos mundos. Georg asintió entonces, y se quedó unos segundos pasmado, mirando cómo Bill gemía y chupaba los dedos de David, quien cerraba los ojos ante la sensación de esos labios y esa lengua tibios. Después se dio la vuelta, como si nada más que no hubiese visto antes, pudiera suceder. —Levanta poquito el culito, Bill… —El menor lo hizo, apoyando las rodillas en el cuero del sofá, levantando las pompas. David se deslizó un poco, hasta estar del todo detrás de él, y le acarició los muslos internos, de rodilla a ingle; su piel tan tersa, libre de vellos, quién sabe si era porque se los depilaba o porque aún era lampiño. Su mano tocó sus testículos, bien pegaditos a su piel, grandes, pero no lo suficiente para colgar mucho; aún de alguien en extremo joven. Se los acarició con delicadeza, sintiendo el peso y la gravedad de ellos, que tampoco tenían vello, contrario a su pubis, que se reconocía por el vello púbico oscuro, casi negro, y un poco enredado entre sí, dándole camino a un pene delgado y largo, lleno de venas azules y una cabeza redondita, bien asomada del prepucio, goteando reacción a las caricias de su mánager. —Umg… jo… —Se distinguía por ser jodidamente ruidoso y a todos en la habitación les gustaba. Cuando sus quejidos empezaban a ser altos, los tres miembros restantes detenían toda actividad y fingían que no miraban, pero bien que escuchaban cómo el vocalista de su banda era orgulloso de tener unos pulmones y unas cuerdas vocales fuertes, que no sólo usaba para cantar, pero también para armar un coro estruendoso de gemidos y halagos a su mánager. Tras una serie de caricias, el pene de Bill estaba gordo y duro. David fue a su lugar favorito: sus nalgas. Las apretó fuerte y las besó, mordiéndolas de vez en cuando; podía sentir las caderas de Bill meneándose un poco, causa del gusto de las caricias. Después procedió a separárselas,encontrándose el círculo de músculos, casi virgen, libre de vello, libre de entradas invasivas; tan cerradito y rosa que pensaba que era una imagen que podrían usar en cualquier revista porno. Acercó el rostro allí e inhaló su olor, haciendo que ambos tuvieran escalofríos. Pasó su lengua por allí, del perineo al ano y al coxis; hizo a Bill apoyar los antebrazos en el sofá, para que a posición separara sus nalgas sin tener que intervenir, y entonces se puso a chupar, dando besos húmedos, penetrando con la lengua, con sonidos tan fuertes que de vez en vez, alguien se giraba a verlos por puro morbo. Para David era tentador tener este tipo de acercamientos en público, aunque fuese un público pequeño. Pero era también como si todo a su alrededor dejara de tener sentido y sólo lo tuviera el ano de Bill y su lengua bañándolo con su propia saliva. Era extraño cómo después de un día agotador, el único sabor que hubiese allí fuera su sudor y su piel, lo que lo hacía sentir que sí, aún era muy joven y el sexo era, contra todo pronóstico, algo que aún no le interesaba del todo practicar. —¿Te gusta, Bill? —Sí, papi… mucho… hum… —David sonrió y le dio un par de caricias a su pene. —Auum… papi, me siento muy bien…—¿Quieres que me detenga ya?—No… por favor no, papá… humg… me gusta mucho… David le siguió dando sexo oral por unos segundos, hasta que su propia barbilla quedó impregnada de su saliva y el ano de Bill estuviera más rosa y a veces, hasta un poco más abierto, dándole entrada a la punta de su lengua. Después volvió a darle la orden de que se echara sobre él, y Bill lo hizo sin rechistar; movió un poco sus caderas, rosando su pene con las piernas de David, y este supo que estaba a punto. Escupió un escupitajo en sus dedos, uno espeso y burbujeante, mismo que untó en el ano de Bill para poder hacerse camino con dos dedos, entrando lento, pero seguro; primero una falange, después, hasta la tercera. Bill se quejó y su mano viajó hasta la de David, donde le cogió la muñeca.—Tranquilo, te va a gustar mucho después… ya lo hemos hecho. —Consoló. Bill aún así no lo soltó, pero David gironeó los dedos dentro de su cuerpo, y al haber tocado cierto punto, Bill dio un saltito y gimió de gusto. —¿Ves, mi amor?… te toco rico y va a gustarte…—Vale, papi… —Lo soltó.Movió sus dedos dentro y fuera de su agujero, los sonidos húmedos de sus pequeñas embestidas y los gemidos de Bill hicieron que los otros tres se giraran a ver. A David le gustaba ser el centro de atención, por lo que empezó a mover sus dedos con mucha más rapidez, sacando de Bill ciertos chillidos que a todos les gustaba escuchar. —Tus amigos están celosos de cómo te trato… —Se burló. Bill bajó su mano para empezar a masturbarse, al sentir que el placer estaba por dejarlo ciego. —Oh, no… ¿alguno quisiera ayudarme?… Tom, ¿por qué no vienes?Tom se quedó callado, mirando los dedos de su mánager entrar y salir por el ano de su hermano gemelo. Haber visto a Bill desnudo era raro, pero ver que lo estaban dedeando era, de alguna manera atractivo. Así que se levantó de allí y se quedó de pie, frente a esos dos. David sonrió. —¿Me quieres ayudar masturbándolo? —Tom arrugó los labios, indeciso. —Oh, venga, son hermanos gemelos, ¿eso no es lo que hacen los hermanos gemelos?Tom pensó que justo eso era lo que no hacían los hermanos, por muy idénticos que fueran. —Bill, ¿quisieras que tu hermano te ayudar? —Bill movía las caderas, y su piel brillaba por el sudor. David dejó de mover los dedos a falta de respuesta, y Bill se quejó al dejar de sentir las puntitas de sus dedos tocando su próstata. —Responde.—Hugg… no pares, papi… me siento cansado… te necesito… —Suplicó, moviendo as caderas otra vez, buscando que los dedos de David se movieran allí. Estos tocaron su próstata una vez, suficiente para hacerlo gemir, entonces David sacó los dedos, dejando su ano dilatado y vacío. —Métemelos otra vez…—Contesta mi pregunta… ¿quieres que Tom te toque? —Sí… —Fue su pronta respuesta. —Pero no pares…—Vale, a cuatro otra vez… —Bil obedeció enseguida y en cuanto David se quitó de su lugar, Bill se puso a cuatro, apoyado los codos en el sofá y su frente en sus manos. —Ven, Tom… sólo masturbalo…Tom aceptó entonces y se hincó en la alfombra, teniendo ante sus ojos los genitales a punto de explotar de Bill. Cerró su mano en su pene y empezó a moverla, justo como lo hacía cuando el solito se masturbaba. Bill estaba casi en un grito, pero se hizo real cuando David volvió a meter sus dedos en su ano. —Más… más… más… —Tom observaba cómo sus testículos de pronto se encogían, y cómo su mano sentía un líquido viscoso entre sus dedos, transparente y brillante. También veía cómo los dedos de David se escondían dentro de su cuerpo, y el hecho que fuera su gemelo, le hacía sentirse excitado, de saber que era algo ilegal. —¿Te gusta que tu hermano te la toque?—Chúpamela, Tom… —Fue su respuesta, pero Tom apenas fue capaz de darle unos besitos a la puntita gorda y sentir que en su boca un sabor a sexo lo impregnaba. Sus amigos veían la escena y pensaban que nunca habían visto a Bill ordenar algo así de sexual. Se suponía que eran masajes, pero Bill parecía sentir que las cosas ya habían tornado hacia otro camino. —¿Te gustan mis dedos dentro de ti, cariño? —Papi me gusta… me gusta mucho, papi…Entró una última vez, y sin sacarle los dedos, movió las falanges, ya no rosando, ahora tocando su prostata, y eso hizo a Bill gritar de placer, combinado con la mano de Tom moviéndose en su pene. Fue un orgasmo que duró mucho, Bill se echó en el sofá y puso sus piernas sobre las de David, bien abiertas, exponiendo su sexo. Tom embarró en su barriga los restos de semen. —¿Te sientes mejor?—Auh… —Seguía gimiendo, aún moviendo sus caderas, en busca de más contacto, mismo que David la dio, sin reschistar. —Auu… ah… papi… —Mira, Tom, cómo le ha quedado el ano a tu hermano de sólo dedos… —Tom aceptó la invitación de ir a ver cómo David separaba las nalgas de su hermano y descubría un ano dilatado, un pequeño agujero que palpitaba. —Tócaselo un poquito, quizás le gusta…Tom metió sus dedos y abrió los labios al sentir que el ano de su hermano se cerraba alrededor de ellos. —Humm.. me gusta,Tom… me gusta… —Chillaba Bill.—Os tendré que enseñar este tipo de cosas… quizás entre vosotros encuentran una forma rica de quitaros el estrés…