Bearded Bonding
Copyright© 2025 by 4Twins
Chapter 3: The Papers
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Papers - A man finds unlikely friendhip, love, and more with mature identical twin brothers.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Hairy
Jon glanced at the time and sighed. “Gotta head to work. You mind locking up when you’re done?”
Mark stood up, wiping his hands on a rag. “No problem.”
Jon flashed that easy, open smile again—the one that made something in Mark’s chest tighten. “Thanks, Mark. See you around.” And with that, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
Mark listened for the sound of the car pulling away before turning back toward the kitchen. He should finish the job. Pack up. Get out.
But then he saw them.
A fresh stack of papers sat on the dining table, half-tucked under a coaster. His throat went dry. The last batch had rattled Bob to his core. And now here was more.
Mark hesitated. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.
But his hands were already moving, picking up the pages.
The words hit him like a punch to the gut.
It wasn’t a story. Not this time. It was something real.
Jon had written about himself. His loneliness. His craving for something he had never had—a strong, older male presence in his life. Someone to guide him, hold him, love him. Not just sexually, but completely. Someone to trust. Someone to surrender to.
Mark sat down hard in one of Jon’s chairs, his hands gripping the pages like they might disappear.
It was too much. Too raw. Too close to the things he never let himself think about.
Heat pooled in his stomach, then lower. His cock twitched in his jeans, thick and full, pressing against the zipper.
Fuck.
Mark stood abruptly, dragging a hand over his face. His heart pounded. His whole body burned. He needed to calm down.
The bathroom.
He strode down the hall, shut the door, and locked it.
His reflection in the mirror stared back at him—sweaty, flushed, eyes wild. His hands went to his belt before he could stop himself. His cock ached, straining against his jeans, demanding relief.
He unzipped, freed himself, and gripped his thick shaft with a rough, calloused hand. His forehead dropped against the mirror.
Jon.
Jon, kneeling. Jon, looking up at him with trust in his eyes. Jon, wrapping those soft lips around his cock, moaning as Mark guided him.
Mark pumped faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then—
Bob.
Mark’s body stiffened.
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