Chapter 6: The Hike

Jon adjusted the straps of his backpack, trying to focus on the trail ahead—but his eyes kept drifting to Bob and Mark. The way they moved, side by side, was almost hypnotic.

Thick, powerful arms flexed as they adjusted their packs, their muscles shifting effortlessly under their shirts. Their backs were broad, their shoulders thick with the kind of strength that came from years of hard labor. Even their calves were big, bulging with muscle as they climbed over uneven ground.

And then there were their bulges.

Jon swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. But it was impossible not to notice—how their work pants did little to hide what they were packing.

Bob was clearly hanging left, the thick outline of his length stretching visibly down his thigh. Mark, on the other hand, was packed just as heavily, but to the right—his bulge just as pronounced, just as undeniable.

Jon was no prude, but damn.

It was overwhelming, standing between them—two huge, bearded, bald-headed powerhouses who looked like they could wrestle a bear and still have enough stamina to take care of a man all night.

He’d dreamed of men like them.

And here they were, hiking beside him, watching him with something unreadable in their eyes.

“Nice trail,” Jon managed, stepping up between them. “Not too crowded either.”

Bob nodded. “We come up here sometimes. Not many people.”

Mark glanced at Jon. “Figured you might like the view.”

Jon hummed, eyeing the way the land sloped ahead. “Haven’t seen the best part yet, have I?”

Mark smirked. “Not yet.”

They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the crunch of their boots against the dirt and the occasional chirp of a bird overhead.

Jon was about to ask about their business again when Bob spoke first.

“You ever feel like you were ... missing something?”

Jon glanced over. “What do you mean?”

Mark exhaled, rubbing his thick fingers over his beard. “We’ve been thinking a lot. About our lives. What we want from our lives.”

Jon slowed his pace slightly. “And?”

Bob hesitated, glancing at Mark before looking back at Jon. “We’re still figuring it out.”

Jon frowned. They looked ... nervous. These two men—who could probably snap a man in half with their bare hands—were nervous.

Mark finally admitted, “We read your stories.”

Jon’s chest tightened.

He should’ve been surprised. But he wasn’t. Not really.

He wet his lips. “I ... sort of hoped you would.”

Bob’s eyes snapped to his.

Jon exhaled, his pulse picking up. “I left those papers out on purpose.”

Silence.

The twins exchanged a glance before Bob let out a slow breath.

Mark ran a hand over his bald head. “Why?”

Jon shrugged, but there was no playing it cool now. “Because they’re me. They’re what I think about. What I want. And...” He swallowed. “I wanted you to see that in the off chance that maybe it resonated.”

Bob’s jaw clenched.

Mark exhaled hard. “They did something to us.”

Jon felt the air shift.

Bob took a slow step forward, his sheer size making Jon feel small. “We don’t really know how to talk about this.”

Jon searched their faces, heart pounding.

“Then don’t talk,” he whispered.

Mark’s breath hitched. Bob’s nostrils flared.

Jon took a step closer, feeling the heat rolling off their bodies. “Show me.”

Silence.

Then Mark moved first—his massive hands cupping Jon’s face, his lips crashing into his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Jon melted into it, gripping Mark’s thick arms, feeling the raw strength beneath his fingers.

Then he was being turned, and Bob’s mouth was on his, just as rough, just as needy.

Jon groaned as Bob’s strong hands grabbed his waist, pulling him flush against him.

Everything was heat.

Everything was want.

Mark’s beard rasped against Jon’s neck as he kissed along his jaw, his breath ragged. “This is crazy,” he muttered.

Jon gasped as Bob’s lips trailed down his throat. “Then let’s be crazy.”

And just like that—control was lost.

Clothes were shoved aside, hands roamed over rough-hewn bodies, mouths seeking, taking.

Jon had dreamed of this—fantasized about being between them, feeling their strength, their heat, their hunger. But this was real.

And they weren’t stopping.

Bob growled against his skin, Mark’s breath hot against his ear.

Jon surrendered to them completely.

And it was perfect.

Jon’s breath hitched as Bob and Mark pressed closer, their identical forms overwhelming his senses. The warmth of their bodies, the scent of sweat and pine from the hike, the sheer size of them—everything about this moment sent shivers down his spine.

Bob cupped Jon’s face, rough thumbs tracing the scruff along his jawline, while Mark’s strong hands settled firmly on Jon’s hips, grounding him. Their touch was firm yet gentle, as if memorizing the feel of him.

Jon’s pulse pounded in his ears. His hands moved instinctively, exploring the hard planes of their chests, feeling the thick muscle beneath the fabric of their shirts. Their bodies radiated heat, their breathing heavy with anticipation.

Bob’s lips hovered just over Jon’s. “Are you sure?” His voice was thick with emotion, hesitation warring with desire.

Jon exhaled shakily. “More than sure.”

That was all it took.

Bob’s mouth claimed his mouth again—warm, commanding, yet unbearably tender. The kiss sent a rush of heat through Jon’s body, igniting something deep inside him. Mark wasn’t far behind, his lips brushing along Jon’s neck, the scrape of his stubble making Jon groan.

Their strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, their identical forms pressing in from both sides. The feeling of being surrounded by them, claimed by them, was almost too much.

Jon’s hands roamed lower, tracing over their broad shoulders, thick arms, and then further down—their hairy stomachs, the powerful curve of their thighs. He couldn’t help but notice how their prominent bulges strained against their hiking shorts, thick and heavy, one clearly hanging left, the other right. The sight alone made his mouth go dry.

Mark’s voice was a husky whisper against his ear. “You really left those papers out for us to find?”

Jon swallowed hard, nodding. “I wanted you to know me. The real me.”

A deep, shuddering breath came from Bob. “Jon ... you don’t know what that did to us.”

Jon met their eyes, seeing nothing but raw vulnerability. “Then show me.”

Bob groaned softly, capturing Jon’s lips again, while Mark’s hands slid lower, pulling Jon flush against them both. Their bodies moved in sync, instinct taking over, desire and emotion intertwining in a way none of them had ever known before.

This wasn’t just about lust. This was about connection.

And none of them would ever be the same again.

Jon barely had time to catch his breath before Bob and Mark pulled him down with them onto the thick bed of moss beneath the trees. The twins moved with quiet strength, their hands sure, their bodies solid against his.

Bob leaned in, his lips brushing Jon’s ear. “You don’t know how long we’ve wanted ... needed someone like you.” His voice was rough, thick with unspoken emotion.