Jack and Hank Dover, identical twins eighteen years of age, waited eagerly for the go-ahead on the jump. These two had discovered skydiving when they were fifteen, and hd taken to it like ducks take to water. Their skydiving instructor still shook his head in amazement when he told others about the two. "They came to me three years ago and wanted to jump, raw novices, but I've known their grandfather since I was a kid, so I agreed. I gave them instructions and showed them how to pack their parachutes and they were quick studies. Came the time for their first jump and I wondered how they'd take to it. So many people get cold feet the first time they walk up to the open jump door and see how far down the ground is and piss their pants, often enough.
"But these two just gave a "hoorah" and dove out, one right after the other, and damned me if they didn't start immediately doing spins and whirls and cartwheels right from the get-go. I had to dive quick after them and caught up to them and they proceeded to dog me with their antics all the way down to where I pulled my ripcord. Those two don't know the meaning of the word "fear." They both landed pretty as a damned picture on their first try; I was the one that nearly muffed it. Or course I posted about it on my company's website, and that's what got the newspapers interested and all. I say it was their classes in gymnastics, those two get on a set of uneven bars or a pommel horse, and they can practically dance on air on those things. Champion athletes, they'd qualify easily for the Olympics if they wanted to."
This time was no exception, the twin boys of John "J.D." Dover and grandsons of John Dover were busily going through every trick they could think of as they flew through the air toward the inevitable approach of the ground, laughing and care-free.
This time was an exhibition for an airshow, and the people below all had binoculars so they could watch the "Wonder Twins of the Sky" in action. It was for charity, and the crowd was dazzled during the precious thirty seconds of free-fall time you got in a skydive from only 10,000 feet.
The two put on their act, spinning each other like tops and whirling around and then, separated at the last split second as their parachutes activated (an automatic ripcord, set to work from the altimeter, the pullcord you wore was a backup in case it malfunctioned). And then they came in for their landing on a pair of targets that had been laid out while everyone was staring skyward, and both boys hit the bullseye on their feet, as if they had wings instead of those rectangular chutes.
Oh, the applause. People were amazed, two identical and handsome young men/boys who were lithe, athletic and who treated the air like they were walking on the ground. Such graceful poetry of the male body in action. The boys took off their helmets and showed a pair of matching blond flat-top haircuts and beaming, beautiful faces and the crowd cheered some more. Among the crowd was an older gentleman, white-haired, who regarded the boys and while his interest was intense, it was neither hero worship nor prurient. Instead of applauding or cheering, he merely nodded and then turned his attention to his young daughter whom he had brought to the airshow.
The skydiver plane landed shortly after on the second airstrip out of sight of the crowd and the two boys were there (having dealt with their backpacks and with the help of two field attendants, repacked it so that again resided inside the small square strapped to their back and ready for deployment) as he gently drove the landed airplane into its hangar.
The air instructor came out and he was beaming like he'd created these two boys. "Wonderful performance, guys! Best show to date!" Gregory Madison was a tall, buffed, powerhouse of a man with a rugged face that was tempered with good cheer and an easy-going nature. An endless stream of women made plays for him and all failed in sometimes spectacularly embarrassing ways. For them, he just laughed at their efforts to be coquettish or seductive, a hearty booming laugh that sent them racing for the door with ruddy blushes on their faces.
"Would have been better if we'd had colored smoke charges for it." Hank complained.
"And possibly obscure what you two do in the air? Nah!"
"Come on, Hank." Jack nudged his twin brother. "Gregory hasn't led us astray yet, has he?"
"Except pushing for us to join the Olympic team." Hank said.
"I don't see why you two won't participate." Gregory said. "You'd be a shoo-in for the gold medal." The three walked back into the hangar, the planed needed its post-flight check and the boys insisted on helping with that as much as they could.
"You know why." Jack said. "They'd put us in the gymnastics squad, and we'd be stuck doing those exercises for sixteen hours a day, seven days a week and for what? Ten minutes on the bars or pommel horse and poof, win or lose, it's all done for a gold medal everyone forgets about in a few weeks' time. And our school work would suffer, we'd end up teaching gymnastics at some public school somewhere. We don't want that." Both boys' academic records were both pristine and scholarly, they didn't take clay pottery or basket weaving classes, they studied physics, chemistry, calculus and the like.
"We were born to fly." Hank agreed. He and Jack rarely fought, it was like they were two halves of a single person in many ways. "We want to get into the Air Force, and hopefully from there, into the Space Program."
"Really fly." Jack said. "Out to the stars." This dream wasn't the fairy dust of the previous years, modern technology had evolved, and a constant-drive ship for outer space was being built out by the space station right now; in a few years' time, a voyage to the stars would no longer be a pipe dream, but merely a matter of staffing it with a crew of young, intelligent and athletically strong young men. Like these two.
"I give up, you two are hopeless. Speaking of a job at some public school or other...."
"What?"
"I've taken another job." Gregory said to the two dumbfounded twins. "A private school, out In California. It's a big promotion in pay and benefits. I had to take it."
"You mean we won't be working with you anymore?"
"Hey, my brother will take over the company, he'll see you keep on flying." Gregory protested. In addition to their skydiving antics, the boys were both fully licensed pilots. "Anyhow, I wanted to tell you now. I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon."
"Not much time for a going-away party." Jack pouted, an affectation but backed up by sincerity.
"You boys know I'm not into any of that sort of thing." he said.
Jack looked back and they were private as they could be, the hangar door was closing on them (he had hit the close door button on his way into the hangar). "I know what you are into." he teased.
Gregory turned around and regarded the twin grinning boys and let a small smile slip onto his own face. "And what might that be?" he asked as the two boys moved to either side of him.
Jack's hand beat Hank's to the man's crotch, so Hank slid his hand down to cut the balls imprisoned in their jockstrap.
Gregory didn't pull away but he said, "You boys know I don't bed minors."
"We both turned eighteen last month." Hank reminded him.
"Yeah. How about that?" Gregory pulled the twins to himself, one in each broad, powerful arm and kissed first Jack, then Hank.
The boys took turns disrobing the big man as they also discarded their own clothing. Their own bodies, bared, showed that these two had spent many weary hours building up their bodies so that these three were all the sort of men that the sculptors of the Renaissance strove to immortalize in marble or paint. The boys both were shorter than the massive Gregory by nearly a foot, for the man was six foot six, and they were a mere five foot ten.
They knelt at the feet of this man, their mentor and instructor of the past three years and worshiped the powerful tool that jutted out before him by the same length of body as the man himself, their lips slid back and forth along the eleven inch cock and it throbbed and jerked and wept a small tear of precome that reached for the ground but Hank was fast and caught it as it stretched itself out on a long, gray rope. He lapped up to the glans and sank upon it, and was rewarded by another rush of precome onto his licking tongue.
Jack, meanwhile, had slid around to sit between his legs and he gave the man's nut basket a lavish bath that thrilled the balls and made the large chest heave and release its air in long groans.
"Oh, shit, yeah, uh!" Gregory moaned as the two adored his dong and idolized his testicles. "God, I've wanted to jump both you boys' bones since I saw you three years ago. I took you on as students so I could at least watch you two move, and God, you two have talent! Oh, oh, OH, even with this, you two are stellar!"
"What's what we're aiming for." Hank agreed.
Gregory panted and the sound of feet outside the hangar as they walked by alerted him to their situation. "Let's take this up to my office." he said. "It has a lock on the door and curtains on the window."
"Fine." Jack said.
"Race you there." Hank challenged his brother.
Scooping up their clothing which they had both piled neatly (a good airman is methodical), they ran for the long wooden steps that led to the small box of an office in the rafters. Gregory followed more deliberately, watching those bubble butts wobble as they ran. Damn, he wanted to plug both of them at once! And would if he could!
The couch in Gregory's office was large and overstuffed, these two would not be the first young cocks and asses he had enjoyed in this office. Tossing their clothes aside, the boys piled onto it and splayed themselves out, leaving the center cushion for Gregory.
Gregory got there and said, "My, my, how am I going to choose which one of you I do first?"
"Flip a coin?" Jack asked Hank.
"You got one?"
"Odds and evens." Jack countered.
"Evens." chose Hank.
The boys pounded their fists on their other hand's palms and on the third "throw" each extended fingers, Hank threw two and Jack threw three. "Odds!" he cheered. "I get him first!"
"No, I get you first." Gregory said and he knelt down and lifted the boy's legs upwards and putting Jack onto his shoulders on the cushion, he began to tongue the sweet, taut little sphincter while gushing saliva onto it.
Hank watched this as he whacked his pud, not fast, but keeping it interested in the action. His eyes gazed down and saw the man's hairy buttocks wiggling as he held his brother's legs in position, for Jack was writhing in his pleasure and a grin crept up his face. Diving onto the rug, he buried his face in that hairy pair of globes and Gregory gasped, but only extended his ass out further to aid the boy in his search.
"Maybe we don't have to take turns, Hank." he observed.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Hank asked.
"Why not?"
Gregory was mystified by this twin's shorthand way of talking, but Hank pivoted and caught Gregory's dangling dong and slurped it up and nursed him much like a calf nurses its mother's teats.
Gregory moaned and growled, "Wet it good for me, Hank, I need to stuff this young butt and stuff it hard."
"Yeah, wet it good." Jack agreed. "Uhhh, my ass feels like it's full of slime already, but I'll take a little more to handle this surface-to-ass missile he's planning on launching at me."
"Damned straight." Gregory growled and as Hank slathered his dong, he felt it and soon as the boy had put on a decent load, he crawled forward on his knees and lowered Jack's ass for the targeting of love's arrow.
Hank slid out of the way and used his own saliva to lubricate his own cock. He waited until the big man was athletically thrusting into his brother's taut ass, Jack clinging to the massive chest with both arms and moaning in his pleasure, and then he crept up on his own knees, being careful not to touch the man from behind, until the right tender moment.
Jack pulled hard at Gregory's body all of a sudden and that bent Gregory down and when he did, Hank raised up on his knees which aimed his young cock at Gregory's hairy butt and when Gregory struggled back upright, he found the hard dong's knob waiting to knock at his back door.
"Son of a bitch!" he gasped when the healthy young teen shoved his adolescent prong into his ass. "You snuck up on me!"
"So I suck at waiting." Hank grinned as he gripped the hips tightly. "Should I pull it out entirely or get busy?"
"Huh-uh!" Gregory gasped. "Fuck ‘er hard, because I'm getting my payback soon as I'm done humping your cohort's ass."
"Done and done." Hank began to pump at Gregory, who resumed his own assault on Jack's buttocks, and soon they managed a synchronized session of lovemaking that had Gregory being invaded by Hank at one point of his move, and puncturing the sphincter of Jack at the other end. Hank was busy thrusting even with this movement, and he made long deep drives into Gregory's bowels as a result. Jack compensated by moving himself, and between them, they drove Gregory to the brink in no time. "Uhh, uhhh, gotta come now, UH-HUH-HUH-HOOH!"
Gregory squirted hot jizz into Jack's ass and slumped onto the boy's body.
Jack didn't hesitate he caught his still-untapped dong and slapped Gregory's cheek. "Hey, this piston needs some polishing."
Gregory was too lust-driven to complain at this turn of events, he scarfed up the prick and began to suck it in a way that showed he was no stranger to the loving of a hard man's cock with his lips.
Hank fucked Gregory as Gregory sucked Jack and the twins managed to coordinate their ejaculations at the same time. Gregory got spooge filling his ass and his mouth at once, and the savory flavor and the heated spunk in his ass made him moan and a secondary climax shivered his body, not releasing sperm but shaking his brain with blissful joy just the same.
The weary men joined Jack on the couch and they sat three in a row, the big man with a young teen stud at either side like decorative bookends of pale skin next to his hairy, burly, bronze-toned skin.
"Aw, fuck, that was a hell of a send-off." he groaned.
"When do you leave tomorrow?" Jack asked.
"I'm flying Matilda (he mentioned one of his five aircraft, this one so christened because he had bought it in Sydney and flown it over the Eurasian supercontinent via Iceland and Greenland and Nova Scotia, to get the little craft to New England) to Buffalo to spend a day with my sister, then I'll hop across the U.S. to Southern California." he explained. "Take a week to ten days, assuming Matilda cooperates."
"Then we have to have the party tonight." Jack said to Hank.
"Eight o'clock, Harper's Pub?" Hank suggested.
"Works. You take A to M, I'll take N to Z."
The boys, still nude, went for their cell phones. The eight o'clock hour was only some nine hours away, but he was certain of one thing.
If anyone could put together a hell of a good farewell party together in that length of time, it was these boys. They were truly remarkable.
He had no doubt that when that craft, being termed, "the world's first starship" and to be christened the "Explorer," these two would be members of its crew. Great things waited for them. He had been blessed to share these three years with them, and wished them only well.
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