This is my first submission here. I don't claim to be a good writer. I just write things that I like. There are so many stories running through my head that I will more than likely write more. Constructive criticism is welcome. Negative comments will be ignored. If you like it, then it's great. If you don't, it isn't going to bother me. I write more for myself than anyone else. Having said all that, enjoy. All characters are 18 or older and purely fictional.
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People always think twins get along the best.
Like we have some kind of psychic connection that lets us see into each other's mind. People assume that we are so alike that there is no way anything could cause us to fight. If you are not a twin you wouldn't really understand what twins go through. Imagine having someone that you had to share everything with. Punishment was even something we shared. It is hard to find your own identity when your parents force you to be the same.
I was born on a hot night in August. The only problem with that is that my twin brother was born one minute earlier. Technically, Eric is my older brother. An advantage he was always shoving into my face every chance he got. I often wondered how things would have gone had I been born first. My parents didn't believe in this whole oldest gets the benefits kind of idea, however, kids will exploit any advantage they have over their siblings.
I guess Eric and I got along ok. We acted a lot like other brothers. We liked to hang out and do stuff together. Eric and I always had each other's back. When he tried to stand up to a school bully and the bully laughed at him. I was there to back him up. The bully got scared and backed down. I guess the thought of fighting both of us was a little more than he could chew. There were other times when Eric would get into trouble and his dear younger brother would bail him out.
Eric was kind of a ladies man. Sometimes he would mess with some other guy's lady and I would have to smooth things over. Why wouldn't they love the guy? He was 6'4", about 175lbs, and had hazel eyes. Plus, and I hate the fact that I know this; he had an 8" dick. What wasn't to love?
I, on the other hand, was 5'10" and 200lbs. That's right I was the fat kid. I have heard all the fat jokes. It never really bothered me. I couldn't have cared less what other people thought of my weight. I was too busy enjoying the gobs and gobs of horrible food I was eating. I didn't realize how bad I had gotten until I was a 21 year old virgin. With an average six inch penis, no wonder I wasn't getting laid. It is amazing how sex can be a great motivator to lose weight.
What most people don't get is that losing weight isn't about going on diets and starving oneself. It is all about life change. You want to lose the weight you have to change your life not just the food. So, I started eating more vegetables, fruits, whole grain wheat, and white meats only. I also started to work out. I didn't do a lot of muscle building, my goal was to work on my cardio and lose the weight.
Low and behold, by the time I had reached my junior year in college I was at a very trim 140lbs. At my biggest, I had reached 280lbs. I lost a whole other person off of my body and I felt great. My confidence was at an all-time high as well, especially since I had a girl come up to me and ask me out, while I was having lunch at the snack bar.
"HI my name is Christy."
"Hi Christy, my name is Paul. Please have a seat."
"Thank you."
"So Christy, what is it that I can help you with?"
"You don't have much experience with women do you?"
"No, not really."
"I think that it's kind of cute. Do you maybe want to go somewhere and get a coffee?"
"Absolutely!"
"Great let's go."
We spent the better part of the afternoon talking about all kinds of things. That evening we ended up back at my apartment. She was primed for a little action. I had to tell her the truth. We were making out on my bed when I pulled back for a minute.
"What's wrong?" she looked amazing with her long brown hair and hazel eyes. I was slowly taking in her features. Those pert breast and slim waist were calling to me.
"Paul, what's wrong?" Her question brought me out of my day dream.
"Sorry, it's just that I need to tell you something."
"What, you don't have an STD or something do you?"
"No actually quite the opposite. I'm... Geez this is embarrassing."
"Come on Paul out with it!"
"I'm kind of a virgin."
She literally gasped at my revelation. I put my head down and looked at the floor. I knew she wouldn't want to have sex with a guy as inexperienced as me. I felt her hand slide under my chin and pull my eyes even with hers.
"It's ok Paul. I think that's hot."
She pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Ok, this was going better than expected. After my huge revelation, I figured she wouldn't want anything to do with me. I was wrong and I couldn't be happier.
"Just relax ,Paul. You won't last very long the first time. Hopefully, you can recover quickly."
She reached down and started unbuckling my belt and genes. She gingerly slid off my lap and pulled off my pants. She could see the obvious bulge in my boxers.
"MMMMM, at least you have a nice size tool for me to work with. This should be fun."
With my boxer clad cock almost exposed she began to undress slowly. Her white sweater was easily pulled over her head and her black lace bra. I was instantly drawn to the perfect size and shape of her pare shaped breast. She gracefully reached behind her and unclasped her bra. As the item of clothing hit the floor, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her breasts were firm and rode high on her chest. They were capped by these lovely pink nipples that were about pencil eraser size. I couldn't help but grin like a kid who had gotten away with the cookie.
"What are you grinning at?"
"Oh, just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Ooooh, such a smooth talker. Flattery will get you everywhere."