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The room is lit to resemble those old romantic movies where the partner would be waiting at home for their lover to return as to engage in a special night of passionate love-making. The ring light, which sits perched atop the relatively new computer monitor, is set to half-power as to not blind the aging man in front of the camera. Two battery-operated candles flicker on a small table in the back corner of the room— to give it some ambiance, as Stan would have it. A handful of deep-red rose petals lay scattered along the beige carpet marking a trail from the door to his work station. Normally not one to go through such an effort for a show, he felt as though he should treat his adoring fans— about two-hundred of them if this proves to be a good night…after all, with the love and support they’ve shown him over the years, he knows he’s long overdue on enhancing the quality and variety of entertainment for his shows. Still, even after all this time, he wonders why anyone would willingly watch a sixty-five year old man multiple nights a week— let alone fantasize about him in their free time.
Stan sets the rolling chair in place and takes a seat in front of his desk. He only needs to type one letter in the search bar and the suggested website appears: www.onefreehand.com. He enters his username [mr_mystery] and password [FordFleshLight69] and his profile appears. When he’s not performing his own one-man show, he makes a valiant effort to browse through the newcomers section and pleasure himself to performances ranging from young twinks (most times in pairs or small groups) to old bears (almost always alone and locked away in a private room in their house) like himself. Personally, he’s quite stingy with leaving tips, meanwhile letting his own tip jar overflow week-to-week, but if he finds a guy who is not only sexually appealing but also personable and proactive with his audience, he will offer a handsome donation to encourage the user to maintain their good work. Tonight, however, is not one of those nights.
He turns on the camcorder and microphone that’s cradled in the center of the ring light; he’s been lucky enough to earn some extra income recently to afford the upgrade in audio/visual quality. His face pops up on a window in the left half of the screen; he’s fresh from shaving his trademark five o’clock shadow, but once again skips the shower…he’s found that a certain scent from his body increases his sexual potency exponentially. As for the right half of the screen, it will soon be occupied by sentimental musings and lust-driven demands that Stan’s careful to pick-and-choose from. He stares back at the monitor and adjusts the last of his accessories to finish off the “Mr. Mystery” persona: affixing the fish-stamped fez with a slight tilt to show off his playfulness, loosening his maroon bolo tie for a similar effect, and sliding his glasses up his nose against his face so he can actually read the text on the screen.
Once everything is in place, he clicks the button on the top left corner and a countdown appears overlaying his face on the screen. “Alright, baby…showtime…” 3…2…1… and the green light on the toolbar indicates he’s live and broadcasting across the globe. It only takes a few seconds before the first couple anonymous profiles appear in the guest log. Stan appreciates all who stop by to view his performances, but has an acute fondness for these anonymous guests; he wonders who they are and why they remain undercover on a site where they can create whatever persona they want. Before too long, however, the regulars appear; the ones who have subscribed to email notifications, alerting them that “mr_mystery is live!”
rclaw1994: good evening mr. mystery!
rclaw1994: the new set up looks good!
Stan grins, halfway between sultry and honored that his fans would pay attention to what goes on in the background, appreciating his new-found effort to deliver the best experience. “Heh, thanks for noticing. It’s because of tippers like you that I can change things up once in awhile.”
jewelpoder: glad to see you again, sir. the candles are a nice touch :)
intro_venus: It looks like it’s going to be an interesting night… ;)
“Yeah, it’s gonna be a hell of a show indeed.” A rogue finger slips between the tie and his collar, tugging it even looser until he grabs one end with his fingers and unravels the knot holding it together. “I think you’re all in for a surprise tonight,” the tie dangles over his chest as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt.
rclaw1994: truly a man of mystery!
handr82inu: show dick???
jewelpoder: yo he literally just started the show?
intro_venus: I can watch you strip for hours, the tension is what makes it so hot!
Stan yanks the end of the bolo tie through his shirt collar until it flies free. “Oh yeah, Venus? How’s about I take you up on that offer?” His lips part as he bites the tie between his teeth. His fingers slide across his chest…another button pops open on his shirt, exposing a golden necklace nestled into the bed of silver chest hair.
13jules13: why hello there! looks like i joined just in time
cropse_bird3: I want to nuzzle your chest hair, sir.
jewelpoder: mmm what kind of cologne do you wear?
“None at all, jewel,” Stan removes the tie from his mouth and glides his hand in his shirt, “This scent is all natural.” He undoes another three buttons and pulls open his shirt, letting his viewers see a glimpse of his breasts. “Enjoying the view?”
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rclaw1994: such a handsome man, I could run my hands through your chest all night
Stan smirks in gratitude at his first tip of the night, “Thanks for the tip, rclaw. I’d love to have your hands play with these, if you know what I mean…” He undoes the remaining buttons and whips his dress shirt open. His finger and thumb latch on to his nipples, teasing them slowly, almost achingly. “You know how wild I get when I have my tits played with. These babies are hardwired straight to my cock…oh god, I’m getting so hard for you all right now,” the first pumps of blood begin pumping through his veins, his cock twinging ever so slightly.
decanter_boi19: oh my!! u have got me so hard now sir
cropse_bird3: I want to suck on those nipples so bad. I wish you lived closer to me…
handr82inu: show dick???
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intro_venus: I am begging on my knees for you, Mr. Mystery.
Once more, Stan sends his thanks for another tip. He glances at the top of the screen showing there are currently 57 users in the chatroom. Feeling that’s an appropriate number, he decides it’s time for the show to truly begin. “Alright, boys, time to show you what you all really came to see.” He stands from the desk chair and wheels it off to the side. His bare feet sift through the rose petals on the carpet as he works himself into frame, showing off his body just above the knees.
jewelpoder: you’re so hot, daddy. why don’t you take that jacket off? ;)
Always one who’s open to suggestion, he obliges, slipping his arms free from the jacket sleeves tantalizingly slowly. “Heh, now it’s officially ‘after hours’ at the Mystery Shack.” Stan tosses the suit jacket on the back of the desk chair he’s since rolled out of frame. “What can Mr. Mystery do for you tonight?”
rclaw1994: I can’t help but imagine what you must do alone in your office after hours.
intro_venus: If I worked there, I’d love to be working in the back for you lol
“Well, I don’t really have much of a stock room, it’s more like a stock closet,” Stan’s fingers clasp around his belt buckle, fiddling with it as best as he can while watching the chat on the screen, “it would be a tight fit for two…but I’ve made it work before.” He slithers the black leather belt through the loops around his waist in a singular motion, culminating in a final *whip* of the belt end on the carpet.
cropse_bird3: i wish you lived near me, sir, you could tie that belt around my hands and use me as you please
Stan flips the belt over his head, gripping one end on each hand, and caresses the soft leather over his shoulders. “Where do you live, bird? Maybe I’ve been there before.” He steps closer to the monitor, watching the chat log for a response.
cropse_bird3: boston
“Heh, yeah I’ve been in my fair share of trouble there.” Stan steps back into position, continuously sliding the belt across his back, “Reminds me of this one time I was supposed to meet this professor from Northeastern over at his place to talk business and, well…nah, you don’t wanna hear about that, do you?” There’s the hook, all he has to do now is wait for the…
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“Oh, well in that case…” Stan slithers the belt down to the small of his back, sighing softly at the touch of the leather across his body. “You should’ve seen the look on my face when I get to his apartment and his boyfriend opens the door wearing nothing but an open bathrobe, but I should’ve guessed he didn’t really wanna talk business when I noticed him trying not to eye me up and down every ten seconds.”
decanter_boi19: so did u have sex with him?
13jules13: how old were they?
Stan drops the belt behind him, “I was nineteen at the time, and they were about as old as I am now, jules.” His right hand slides over his pants and rubs over the bulge outlining his hard cock, straining against his briefs begging for release. “The sex was so good, one of their neighbors ended up calling the building manager to complain about all the noise we were making. Of course, he had to find out for himself if I was as good of a fuck as the moaning made me out to be.” He unzips the fly of his black dress pants and wrestles his hand through his briefs; his fingers wrap around his cock, sticky from the pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “If only you guys could’ve witnessed…just imagine the old professor with his hands around my neck as I’m on my knees while their manager shoves his whole cock down my throat.”
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decanter_boi19: ur gonna make me cum already
“Oh don’t worry kid,” Stan recedes his hand from his crotch, “there’s a lot of show left…and if I remember you correctly, decanter_boi, you told me you’re usually good enough to last a couple rounds.” He rests the tips of his middle fingers on his tongue, the slight hint of saltiness presents itself as he tastes the beginnings of a long night’s work ahead. He savors the flavors of his own juices, eliciting delectable moans as he prods his fingers further between his lips. “Mmm, how I wish I had someone to share this with right now…god I could really use a warm mouth around this big, thick cock of mine…” He emphasizes just how large his equipment is by grabbing another handful of his crotch, humping his palm through his slacks.
farquaad_thelord: I just got here, did I miss anything?
rclaw1994: No, he’s just getting started ;)
handr82inu: show dick???
intro_venus: Hey @handr82inu he will, just wait geez
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jewelpoder: seems like your cock is begging to come out and play, i bet it gets you hot seeing all this chat about you, huh?
“Now you’re speaking my language…” Stan pops open the button hiding beneath his stomach; he slowly teases his hands around the waistband of his briefs, pretending that at any moment, he’ll reveal what he’s really packing. “You guys are on fire tonight, you know that? You really know how to turn an old man like me on…” He offers a brief flash of his silvery pubic hair; he keeps his bush trimmed at a reasonable length, not wanting anyone who partakes of his services to find themselves having more hairs in their mouth than cock.
13jules13: have you ever been to phoenix?
Stan takes a moment to reflect on his days of vagrancy, reminiscing about his time in the southwest…the time just before he found himself beckoned back home by his brother. “Oh yeah, jules, I know all about the guys in Phoenix. Lotsa oldies like myself, ‘snowbirds’ they call themselves. I would be one myself, but relocating twice a year like that is too much of a hassle these days.”
13jules13: any fun stories? i know of a couple truck stops off the i-10 where guys go after work
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“Heh, are you talking about the ‘Park-n-Rest’ off the 91st street exit?”
13jules13: that’s the one <3
Stan licks his lips devilishly, “You know, I was there so often that it earned me the nickname ‘8-ball’ on account of I could take on four guys at a time in the communal showers back by the diesel pumps.” His breaths become heavier, his cheeks burning red, his cock throbs against his briefs with each pump of blood coursing through his veins. “I’d be on my back or on my knees for hours, counting the number of truckers that would ‘cum and go’ through the night. Sometimes the poor soul who had to work the night shift in the shop out front would even spend his breaks with me.”
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“There was one guy in particular, I’m not sure if he was the owner or what, but he went by the name ‘Bull,’ and you’ll know why in a second…” Stan wraps his callused fingers around his stiff cock and flings it from behind the waistband for a short demonstration, “You see this? This baby here’s eight inches of meat your daddy would be on his knees begging for.” He gives it a couple slow tugs, a string of pre-cum seeps from his slit like sap from a maple tree.
decanter_boi19: oh fuck that’s so hot
rclaw1994: What a piece you’ve got strapped!
“You think this is big?” Stan, having teased his captive audience long enough for now, tucks his cock back into his white briefs (with the slightest hint of a dark-yellow hue dying the crotch section). “You should’ve seen the fucking monstrosity ‘Bull’ had. I don’t know if those genes ran in his family but damn he got the luck of the draw. Of course, I would’ve had five or six guys taking their turns with me by the time he’d drop in, but even so, my ass was stretched like no other. He’d wrap his hands through my mullet and plow the full length of his dick deep in me for what seemed like an eternity!” He zips up his fly just enough to where his pants fit and won’t slip off so he can return to pinching and rubbing his nipples, “And after he finished in me, the guys who were in there would reward me with a few ‘showers’ for all my hard work, until the next shift of truckers pulled into the station.”
handr82inu: show dick???
jewelpoder: he literally just did???
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intro_venus: Thank fucking god lol
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A rough pinch of his nipples causes Stan to curl his toes into the carpet; a deep nasal inhalation leads to an exasperated moan. “You guys are really showing up for me tonight…thanks for all the tips so far, fellas.” He unzips his fly once again and lets them fall to the rug, surrounding his ankles out of frame, “I think it’s time we let the real show begin…”
The door behind him opens, “Stanley, are you still in here?” The lights in the ceiling fan turn on and fill the room with a bright, burning, incandescent glow.
Stan fumbles down to the floor and hikes the waistband of his pants back up around his hips, “Ford, what the hell are you doing in here, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”
“I’m sorry, are you busy at the moment?” Ford barges his way into Stan’s computer room, head fully buried in the latest journal entry he’s recording. He scribbles a series of notes regarding a creature of half leopard and half bear that’s believed to be hidden deep within the confines of Glacier National Park.
Stan yanks the book right out of his brother’s hands and snaps it shut before his very eyes. “What does it look like I’m doing in here?” His right hand grips his slacks tightly between his knuckles.
13jules13: woah who’s this?
rclaw1994: Mr. Mystery’s got a secret boyfriend? Husband maybe?
gangnamgang: i love hot daddies like you <3
Ford seizes his journal back from his brother’s possession, “How the hell should I know? You always wander off up here after dinner doing…” Ford finally becomes aware of his surroundings, particularly taken aback by the glowing ring light above the computer. “What are you doing anyway?”
“I’m doing a show online, you know, performing for an audience,” Stan points at the screen, “and they’re paying good money to see me, and only me.”
jewelpoder: well let’s not rule anything out, sir
decanter_boi19: yeah! one daddy is hot, but two is to die for!!
“What do you need the money for?” Ford bends over and picks up a handful of rose petals, sifting them through his six fingers.
Stan zips up his fly fully and buttons his slacks, “I needed extra money during the offseason to pay the bills while you were gone; somewhere during that time I found out I had a special talent. And now that you’re back I figured we should start saving up for our sea-fairing voyage. Besides, it’s Saturday night and I can’t disappoint all these wonderful…” His eyes scan through the chat logs, not only are his fans ogling him, but now their attention has diverted to his twin brother.
farquaad_thelord: Is your husband a top or bottom?
cropse_bird3: how come you’ve been hiding this sexy man of yours from us? keeping him all to yourself? ;)
jewelpoder: you two should definitely kiss, it would be so hot
“Hey, Sixer, come check out what my fans are saying about you?”
Ford sets his journal on the side table in front of the candles, “I hope it’s good, or at least not…” He adjusts his glasses and reads over the chat, the topic now having changed to a subject he’s far less comfortable with.
intro_venus: Sixer?
gangnamgang: what is “sixer” mean…
cropse_bird3: what is there “six of” that he’s hiding?
Ford swallows and stammers slightly, “Do you think they’re really interested to know?”
“Why wouldn’t they be?” Stan steps out of frame and the elder twin takes his place, “After all, you’re quite a catch there yourself, Sixer.”
“Well, you see, folks…” Ford mutters, his cheeks warming quickly, “Stan—”
“Mr. Mystery! Don’t use my real name.”
“You called me Ford not only a minute ago!” Ford turns back to the camera, “Anyway, it’s because I’m actually a polydactyl.”
Stan removes his pants while remaining out of frame, “And no nerd talk!”
Ford holds his hand front and center, “I have six fingers on each hand, with the extra one being between my middle and ring fingers.”
decanter_boi19: oh my!!! that’s so cool :)
cropse_bird3: do you ever use that extra finger for any sort of “pleasure?”
13jules13: is it true what they say about big hands then…?
user farquaad_thelord has tipped 50 tokens
Ford watches the message come through, ignorant to how this website works. “What was that?”
Stan, now only donning his pair of briefs and block socks and garter, pushes his twin aside so he can read the screen, “It’s a tip, poindexter. That’s how I get paid.”
“So what does ‘50 tokens’ mean? Is that a lot?”
“For one night? No.” Stan adjusts his cock in his underwear, “but for a single tip, yeah, that’s a sizeable donation. 10 tokens equal a dollar, so you do the math, Sixer.” He reads the note attached to the $5 tip:
farquaad_thelord: I want to see Mr. Mystery suck on his husband’s fingers…would get me so hot!
It would normally be at this moment where any decent, innocent, set of twins would be utterly repulsed by such a message, but to Stan and Ford, that’s as tame as any one could dare to think up. Ford glances swiftly over to his brother, astonished at his brazen disregard for modesty. He turns back to the screen, “Actually, we’re not husbands, we’re—”
Stan slaps his brother firmly on his back, knocking the elder twin’s glasses down the bridge of his nose, “We might as well be, being we’ve known each other for as long as we can remember.” He takes a gentle hold of Ford’s right hand, lifting them up to his salivating lips, kissing and caressing each finger individually, inviting them into his mouth and tasting his brother’s flesh.
The chat log on-screen enters a frenzy unseen to Stan before, as this is the first time he’s ever had a secondary host on his webcam-show. His audience eggs them on further, wishing how they could take Ford’s supple fingers between their lips, and various other places too. Handfuls of donations ranging from 10-50 tokens each light up the monitor with notes attached to them asking them to kiss.
rclaw1994: I want to see you two kiss so bad! Seeing old men making out turns me on more than anything!
intro_venus: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
The twins gaze into each other’s eyes; their soft expressions causing the other to grin in anticipation and desire. They lean into one another and part their lips, allowing the tips of their tongues to become acquainted. Stan runs his hands around Ford’s waist inside his brown trench coat, grabbing at the soft cotton blend of his brother’s turtleneck and brings him closer; the sounds of sighs and lips smacking reverberate into the mic as their once sensual kissing heats up into a full blown makeout session. Ford’s hand knocks off his brother’s fez as he locks his fingers into the snow white hair.
“How’s about we get you… ‘dressed for the occasion,’ alright Sixer?” Stan spreads his arms out and lifts his hand’s up to Ford’s shoulders, slipping the trench coat off to the floor and exposing his brother’s figure to the camera. “Looking much better already…” He wastes no time in slipping his hands down to Ford’s slacks, making light work of removing his belt as he’s done many, many, times before. As the belt is freed from its clasp, Ford’s stomach distends out just slightly, revealing a bit of belly outlined by the maroon sweater, from gorging on Stan’s junk food collection after returning from the portal.
gangnamgang: oh hes sooo hot
cropse_bird3: he’s got a little tummy too! just like his partner <3
Ford’s cheeks warm; he’s been self-conscious about the small weight-gain he’s attained in the couple months since summer’s end, made worse considering his minor lambasting of his brother’s eating habits in his previous journal, but seeing Mr. Mystery’s audience enamored with the bit of belly fat has filled him with relief, and perhaps a bit of titillation. “Thanks, gentlemen…at least that’s my assumption,” he turns around to find his brother folding his trench coat and shoving it into the closet.
“Yeah,” Stan affirms his brother’s assumption, “it’s gentlemen’s only chat room.”
“What are you doing with my coat? You can’t just fold it up all willy-nilly, Sta— Mr. Mystery,” Ford exits the frame, leaving the screen empty and the chat alone to converse among themselves for a brief moment. He grabs the coat from the pile and unfurls it. He takes a hanger off the rack and slips it through the armholes beneath the padded shoulders, “You have to hang it up or else it’ll end up wrinkled, and I just ironed it two days ago.”
Stan pinches a small part of Ford’s asscheek, “I’m sorry, you know me, I just got carried away in the moment.” He pulls his brother back into frame, “Come on, we’ve got a lot of people here to please.” The digit counter rises with every passing moment, the number of members in the chat room has now exceeded the two-hundred Stan hoped to attain before the night began. The twins eye each other for a moment, wondering if anyone in the audience has seen through their little charade. If not, then the two of them have proven to be damn good actors, but if so, it’s even hotter knowing that people get turned on by watching two brothers about to get nasty with each other in front of watchful eyes.
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13jules13: can we get a look at how hung “sixer” is? i bet it’s just like yours ;)
A wry grin smirks across Stan’s face, “Ask and you shall receive, jules…” Pushing his brother in front of him, Stan wraps his hand around Ford’s waist from behind…a trailing hand finds a suspiciously firm package hidden in those tight pants. “What do you say, Sixer? Are you ready to show the world what you have to offer?”
Unfamiliar with the proper etiquette for this situation, Ford half-mumbles a statement of approval. The pair of roving hands groping him has already unfastened his fly and button, displaying a much cleaner set of white briefs; they are a tighter fit than Stan’s, showing both Ford’s affinity for shapely clothing, and the bit of extra fluff he’s carrying these days.
Stan strokes the outline of his brother’s cock over the cotton briefs, deliberately moving as achingly slow as possible. He feels Ford shiver and thrust forward in his hand, “Looks like somebody’s happy to see me, huh?”
farquaad_thelord: Oh yes, Mr. Mystery! I think he’s quite happy to have stumbled into your office.
decanter_boi19: i’ve already cum twice, sir! but i can’t stop <3
jewelpoder: mmm i want to sniff those briefs of yours sir, i bet they smell fantastic
“Oh, they do, jewel, but don’t just take my word for it…” Stan drops and collects his briefs. He lets them hang in his fingers directly in front of his brother’s nose. “C’mon, Sixer, I know how much you love my scent. That’s why I’m always finding pairs of my undies in your hamper, huh?”
Ford arches his back up, his cock firmly pressed against Stan’s palm with precum draining from his tip as his brother’s manly aroma permeates his nostrils. “You’ve discovered my little secret,” he snatches the lightly-stained briefs and slides his hand through a leg-hole.
“It seems to me that you were trying to get caught…well guess what…?” Stan slips his fingers down Ford’s waistband and reveals a fully erect, eight-inch (though slightly thinner than Stan’s, it’s still quite a mouthful for one daring to give it a go) cock, throbbing with each pulse of blood. “You’re gonna get what you wanted right here…”
Huffing the crotch of his brother’s musk-dowsed underwear sends Ford’s nerves into overdrive; his twin jacking off his own flesh and blood right here on camera for all the world to see sends even more perverted thoughts racing through his mind. The chat log explodes again; this time with talk of going further and further into sexual degeneracy, with floods of 10…20…50 token tips from scores of the now over four-hundred men sitting behind their computers, unknowingly watching two sixty-year-old twins desperately refraining from cumming too early and ending the experience all too soon.
Stan’s hand strokes his brother’s long cock with more purpose, sending him as close to the edge as possible before backing off and leaving Ford to writhe in ecstasy without relief. “You enjoy sniffing my filthy underwear, huh Sixer? It gets you off so much having to sneak around behind my back so you can get your rocks off any chance you get, and still you can’t help but be thinking of me every time.”
cropse_bird3: you can see how much he loves it in his eyes
rclaw1994: He’s so desperate to cum
farquaad_thelord: You should make him smell the real thing ;)
gangnamgang: hes been a bad boi, stealing ur clothes like that
“You see that, Sixer?” Stan grabs the back of his brother’s head and forces him to look at the chat rolling onscreen, “Seems like they agree with me…there’s one way to repay me, however…” He swipes his stained briefs back from Ford’s grasp and tosses them aside near the closet.
Ford nods his head, complying with Stan’s indirect command. He strips out of his own slacks and briefs, leaving himself clad in only his turtleneck, before crawling down on the carpet on his hands and knees. His eyes meet his twin’s lustful gaze; he removes his glasses and hands them over obediently.
“Thank you very much…” Stan walks back to the desk; he takes off his own pair of glasses and sets the two pairs beside the keyboard. He addresses his fully captive audience, “Alrighty boys, I won’t be accepting any requests at the moment, on account of me and Sixer here are both blind as bats without our specs, but if you like what you see, feel free to leave a tip or two.” A wicked glare over to his brother initiates the signal for their public love-making session to commence.
Reaching a hand behind to grab a good chunk of his brother’s asscheek, Ford lines himself up, mouth to tip with the thick slab dangling between the younger twin’s legs. “My goodness, Stanley…” he whispers to himself just quiet enough so the mic won’t pick it up, “your scent…”
“What was that, Sixer?” Stan rests a finger under Ford’s chin, tilting his brother’s head up to lock blurry eye contact, “I didn’t quite catch that…anything you got to say you gotta say loud enough for me and our boys to hear.”
Ford smacks his lips and swallows, “Your scent, sir…” his voice travels across the room, “It’s intoxicating…addicting…I’m desperate to taste you.” He leans forward and fits his nose squarely against Stan’s heavy, musky, and surprisingly well-groomed ballsack; his inhalations are short and fluttered as his body shivers from the potent scent wafting through his lungs.
“You see how easy that was?” Stan uses his palm to press the elder twin’s nose between his ballsack and thigh, allowing him to fully drink in his daily odor, “Why sneak around my dirty laundry when you could’ve had the real thing all this time?” His cock twitches as he feels the adventurous tongue lap over the wrinkly, dangling sack in a passionate heat before diving in deeper at the perineum. Unable to continue this foreplay any longer, he wraps his fingers around the base of his shaft, softly smacking his tip against Ford’s smooth cheeks, “Remember to breathe through your nose, Sixer, you’re gonna be in for a long night.” He reaches out and nestles his hand beneath Ford’s chin, using his thumb to coax his brother’s lips apart. “That’s it, let Mr. Mystery take good care of you tonight, babe.”
Ford wraps his lips over the edges of his teeth as he feels the first couple inches of his brother’s cock slip perfectly between his cheeks, tasting the trail of precum it leaves on his tongue. His mind races at a million thoughts a minute…a mixture of shame, excitement, and curiosity on why people be willing to pay (some much more significantly than others) to watch other people perform acts of sexual degeneracy. Further and further, as his brother forces his cock deeper with every thrust, he finds his rhythm of breathing through his nose.
Stan starts humping his face, his hand gripping the elder twin’s grey-streaked mane, pushing him down deeper on his cock until he feels a familiar nose firmly pressed against his bush. He pants hard and fast, his naked body starting to sweat as he fucks his brother’s face with vigor and might. Ford’s tongue slides along the underside of his shaft, swirling around the tip of his cock each time he pulls away. The sounds of tips pouring in play like a symphony to his ears, almost directly hard-wired to his cock, edging him closer and closer to release. “God, Sixer, what a mouth you’ve got…so warm and wet…you like the way Mr. Mystery fucks your tight little throat?”
Ford muffles incoherently with a mouthful of his brothers cock, but the approval resonates with the younger twin all the same.
intro_venus: Where do I apply to be a tour guide? Lol
decanter_boi19: mmm what i wouldn’t give to be between the two of you
13jewels13: me next, sir!
farquaad_thelord: Damn, I might have to take a road trip myself… ;)
Stan locks his hands course through Ford’s hair and grapples the back of his head as his hips rock back and forth; he pumps slowly and deliberately, steadily fucking the unrestrained throat. His twin has been the subject of many a throat-fucking in his lifetime, most of them courtesy of Stan, and the repetitive practice has helped him with suppressing his gag-reflex just enough where Stan doesn’t have to worry about being a choking hazard. A new wetness slicks his sack below; Ford’s spitting out pools of saliva with each thrust into his mouth. His cock rubs firmly between the swelling cheeks; his pace increases.
Ford, sensing his brother’s impending ejaculation, pulls his mouth off the throbbing cock with a loud gasp of relief. “Um, Mr. Mystery, sir…” he pants through fiery breaths, “I don’t think I can afford the price of admission for your tour.” His fingers wrap around Stan’s shaft and laps his tongue up and down his cock, treating it like an oversized popsicle, offering sensual kisses each time he grazes over the engorged cock-head.
“Oh geez, well that’s too bad…” Stan squints his eyes, now realizing the roleplay Ford’s engaging in, “I’m sure you’re aware that Mr. Mystery always gives his customers the best performances. He’s got a reputation like no other, you know.”
Rising to his feet, with the help of a gracious hand extended from his brother, Ford cups his six fingers beneath Stan’s heavy sack, rolling his fingertips along the undercarriage. “I know, sir…perhaps Mr. Mystery would be willing to take an ‘alternative’ method of payment?” Ford grips his brothers wrist and directs the captured hand to grab a firm squeeze of his mildly-toned asscheek. He knows full well that the “attractions” Stan displays in his collection are hardly worth the thirty cents of material he uses to build those monstrosities, but he’ll happily offer his sexual services any time for any occasion.
Stan offers a strong smirk, his eyes grazing over his brother’s beautiful body, “Heh, taking a page right out of the old ‘Mr. Mystery’ playbook. That’s what I like about you, Sixer…” he shifts his hand across and circles his thick middle-finger over Ford’s well-used hole, “you’re always willing to put your body on the line.” He leans in and whispers something into Ford’s ear, the audience unable to discern anything he says.
“Oh, I concur…” Ford climbs onto the desk chair, his knees resting on the seat as he faces the backrest and wraps his arms around for balance. In this position his legs are spread just wide enough and at just the right height for Stan’s back to avoid throwing itself out halfway through.
user rclaw1994 has tipped 50 tokens
user gangnamgang has tipped 100 tokens
user juve_hiraldo has tipped 150 tokens
juve_hiraldo: ¡Estás riquísimo, papis! Quiero verte lamerle el culo.
Stan takes his glasses from the desk and holds them to his eyes, scanning through the backlog of tips and messages that have swarmed over the past few minutes. Nearly seven hundred men are unknowingly bearing witness to these elderly twins getting downright filthy before all these prying eyes. The largest donation of the night so far was left by the user “juve_hiraldo,” so with generosity in mind, and making sure that Hiraldo is still in the room, Stan thanks everyone for the support so far. “Ay Hiraldo, muchas gracias por el consejo. Puedes estar seguro de que lo haré…” He removes his glasses and offers a wink to the camera.
“What did he say?” Ford turns his head to the left, seeing only a fuzzy collection of his brother standing in front of a bright screen, becoming restless in anticipation.
“Oh, you’ll find out, Sixer…” Removing his glasses once more, Stan backs away from the desk and carefully crouches onto his knees. His thick fingers clutch onto Ford’s cheeks and spreads them wide open, watching the puckering hole lure him in for a taste. He dives in with the hunger of a wolf on fresh meat, flicking his tongue at a rapid rate across the sensitive flesh, making sure each smack of his lips create an audible echo so the audience behind the camera can get a feel for how truly insatiable Mr. Mystery is for his “customer’s” hole.
Ford squeezes the chair’s backrest with a powerful force, arching his back and pushing out against his brother munching away beneath him. “Oh fucking hell…please, don’t stop…you feel too good…” He draws in a sharp breath through his nose as he feels Stan’s wide tongue prod it’s way through, snaking its way in every direction inside and out. His cock twitches franticly, hanging squarely between his legs, desperate for it to be touched, but knows that any contact with his shaft will cause irreversible stains to erupt all over the black stitching of his brother’s desk chair. To help relieve the pressure building up inside him, he focuses all his attention on relaxing his hole.
One final slurp against the elder twin’s hole leaves a long trail of spit hanging from Stan’s chin as he comes back up for air. “God, Sixer, I could eat you out all night, but you and I both know how impatient we can be…” Crawling forward towards the computer, he searches for the bottom drawer of his desk, reaching out a hand until he finds the handle, “Here we are.” He rolls the drawer open and digs through a sizable collection of sex toys until he comes across a small bottle of lubricant. He shuts the drawer with a loud *thud* and patters back to his brother.
“I’m so hot for you, sir…” Ford pleads as his fingers dig into the fabric backing, “I need your cock inside me. No cock can fill my hole like yours.”
rclaw1994: Your cock looks so delicious lubed up for him, so jealous!
decanter_boi19: i wish i could be there to rim sixer too :o
cropse_bird3: fuck his ass hard, sir… make him beg for it!
13jules13: what i would give to get fucked by mr. mystery <3 <3 <3
Now properly lubricated, Stan smacks the tip of his cock against the elder twin’s hole, teasing the entrance with the slightest of nudges. “Hold on to your hats, boys,” Stan faces the camera one final time, “Sixer here’s gonna be in for a fuck unlike any other…” He slips his cock in with ease, given they’ve been making up for lost time by fucking on almost a daily basis since the summer ended just a couple months ago. “Damn, Sixer, that was almost too easy…first I catch you jerking off to my underwear and now this! What else have you been doing in your free time down in that basement of yours while I’m at work?”
Ford is unable to formulate a coherent response as his brother’s voluptuous cock fills him further; each inch pressing forward feels like a milestone achievement, taking in a cock of this girth has taken some real time to become accustomed to. Stan’s cock wasn’t this big back in high school, that’s for sure…although it was probably for the better. All he can muster up is a few moans and mumblings as his face is firm against the backrest.
13jules13: you should take your husband to some of those truck stops, i’m sure he would have the time of his life!
“I’m almost there, Sixer,” Stan whispers burying himself to the hilt. Before long, his pelvis offers a loving *tap*, sitting still for a brief time, and allowing his brother time for his body to accommodate quite a large appendage. The tight squeeze lets Stan feel every expansion and contraction, “Fuck, your hole’s milking my cock without me having to do anything.”
“Mmmph, mmm so full ofmmph…” Ford muffles into the chair, desperately trying not to piss himself as Stan’s tip brushes against his prostate. “Fuck me…please…”
cropse_bird3: what a perfect fit! almost no resistance
rclaw1994: Hopefully I can take cock as well as Sixer someday!
intro_venus: It’s as if you two were made for each other… ;)
More donations flock into “Mr. Mystery’s” tip jar, and although Stan can’t read the messages attached by his adoring fans, he can only assume each tip is one of lustful appreciation. He begins slowly, his hips swaying in a steady motion…subdued and intentional; each thrust is methodical in how far he pulls out each time before diving back in; driving to the hilt each time. He feels the soft bulge rub beneath his tip whilst pushing himself further in, using his swollen head to massage Ford’s prostate. This elicits a series of short, powerful, and intense moans from the elder twin.
“Careful…Mystery…” Ford pants between rough thrusts in and out of him, “don’t…break chair…”
Stan’s hips buck more fluidly, driving his cock in and out about halfway on every thrust. The chair’s backrest creaks with each bounce but soon are drowned out from the lust-filled man on top. “You’re such a good customer for me, baby. Hell, I might make you my star attraction if you keep this up.” A constant stream of tips echo from the small speakers on the desk, adding up to dozens of dollars every minute. “With all this money you’re making me I can afford to by a new desk chair and maybe even a second camera. I wanna show these guys just how much of a filthy slut you are, Sixer. You’re nothing more than my little fleshlight, aren’t you?” Each statement drives him further into heat; he fucks harder, slamming inside the malkin bottom.
decanter_boi19:you should keep him on display with your cum dripping from his freshly used hole
farquaad_thelord: Charge the customers an extra fee to let them cum in him ;)
gangnamgang: hes such a dirty slut, he probably thinks about it all the time
decanter_boi19: i would pay money for that, sir, you’d see me in line every day
The slapping of hot, sweaty, flesh fills the room, “God, you’re so warm, so wet…I’m so close…fucking Hell!” One final push forward is enough to send him completely over the edge, painting the inner walls of his brother’s hole pearly white. Fierce jets of cum splash against Ford’s prostate, coating his shaft in his seed. Normally, Stan’s sperm production is quite admirable for a man of his age, and considering his normal cam show lasts around five hours of straight foreplay and dirty talk with strangers, he releases a healthy amount, very much visible to his viewers on camera. Tonight, however, he fires off more than double his normal load…quite a copious amount for any man to produce.
decanter_boi19: oh fuck, i’m cumming again sir!!
13jewels13: fuck yeah, fill his hole with cum, fuck that’s so hot
farquaad_thelord: Wish I would wrap my lips around his hole, would love to taste your load directly from Sixer’s hole ;)
With great care, Stan retracts his length from inside his brother, until finally popping free. He drops straight to his knees and dives in, always one to claim his reward for a hard night’s work. “That’s good, baby…push for me, Sixer…” Ford’s hole winks as beads of cum drip down. Stan instinctively stretches out his tongue and collects; he prods his tongue through the entrance once again. He reaches around and grips Ford’s shaft with his right hand, jerking it slowly, milking him towards release. The cock in his hand stiffens up again with each tender stroke, dripping pre-cum from the blushing tip onto the seat. “You gonna cum for me baby?” Stan, having finished off his dessert kisses the two plump cheeks in front of him, “You gonna be a good boy and give these fans the show they paid to see?”
“Yes, sir…need to cum…so bad,” Ford maneuvers himself off his knees and sits firmly in the desk chair, his ass squarely centered. He leans back and pumps his cock for only a brief moment, aiming his tip against his brother’s cum-stained lips. “ Ahh, shit…” what cum doesn’t find its way down Stan’s open throat, splatters across his chin and down his chest. While not as voluminous as his brother’s orgasm, Ford’s is nonetheless just as powerful in ecstasy.
rclaw1994: We haven’t seen Mr. Mystery with a face full of cum before!
intro_venus: What a treat for us, indeed
jewelpoder: nearly about to pass out from how hard i came watching you milk sixer
“Holy shit, Sixer…” Stan huffs out, catching his breath, “Your cum’s strong enough to shoot an eye out, you know?”
“Fucking hell…” Ford crashes down from his immense high and sinks back into the computer chair, his mouth agape as he sucks in as much air as possible. The rush of the unsuspecting audience helped fuel his adrenaline, and now is the sole factor in helping him to remain conscious. His cock shrivels up to its flaccid state instantaneously as his muscles tighten up, forcing him to stay perfectly seated in position.
The younger twin, however, somehow manages to find just enough energy to prop himself standing and walks achingly behind the desk chair. Stan leans forward and puts his lips together, dropping a stream of Ford’s cum right back into his brother’s mouth. He closes the gap, leaning over for their lips to meet, and writhes his tongue around aimlessly. “You taste even better the second time, babe…” his hand gives a couple gentle pats against Ford’s stomach.
cropse_bird3: that was the hottest thing i have ever seen
farquaad_thelord: When’s the next show? I hope we’ll see Sixer again <3
jewelpoder: i need to save up my next paycheck, you two are worthy of that and more
gangnamgang: i want you both again please
Stan puts on his glasses and scrolls through the previous rounds of messages. He looks over his shoulder, finding his brother right where he left him, before turning back toward the camera. “Heh, I really wasn’t expecting my night to end up like this, but thank you all for your incredible support, and for the tips.” The audience count tapers off back to it’s pre-Sixer average, “I guess the two of us oughta call it a night. So this is me signing off, I’ll be back on Monday night as per usual…but don’t you fellas worry, I’ll do my best to convince ‘lover boy’ here to come back for a second round.”
cropse_bird3: yay! i can’t wait :)
13jules13: i am now sixer’s number 1 fan lol <3
“You guys are the best a guy could ask for, you know?” Stan’s fingers wrap over the mouse, dragging the cursor over the red “x” in the corner. “Nighty night, boys…” he blows them all one final kiss, and with one click ends the livestream. He looks at the now empty chat log and sorts through the statistics from tonight:
Average Viewership: 312
Highest Viewership: 769
Average Donation: $7.28
Highest Donation: $50
Total Donation: $902.72
New Subscribers: 438
Total Subscribers: 584
“Holy Moses…” Stan retrieves a notepad and pencil, writing down the numbers before he fully closes the web browser for the night. “Hey Fordsie, you know what this means?”
Ford mumbles something akin to, “What’s that, Stanley?”
“This means we got ourselves a new career path,” Stan takes his brother’s hands and helps him up to his feet, “that is until we head out to sea, at least.”
“We can…” Ford wipes the last of his sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his turtleneck, “we can still fuck off the clock, right?”
Trying to stifle a hearty laugh, Stan pat’s the elder twin hard on the shoulder, “You’re insatiable, you know that? God, you’re such a fucking fox, Sixer.” He offers up a tender kiss to Ford’s nose; his infectious grin transmits over to his brother. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.”
Ford scratches his lower back just beneath the sweater’s hem, “I appreciate your courtesy in asking, but I believe you already know my response to your invitation.” He returns a soft smooch on his fellow twin’s forehead. He wanders to the closet to retrieve his clothes; upon arriving at the open door, he turns back to his brother briefly, “Stanley?”
“Yes, dear?” Stan shuts down the computer for the night.
“You don’t think…the guys who were watching…”
“That we’re brothers?” Stan scoffs at the idea, “Even if they did, we raked-in four times the money in under an hour than what I make solo in a whole night.” Catching Ford bent-over picking up his slacks from the closet, he smacks the thoroughly used ass with a playful palm, “It’ll be our little secret, dear brother of mine.”