The Twins in the Pine Grove Taught Me Who I Was

That Friday in July, the heat hadn’t let up even by eight in the evening. I had just come out of the port gym, bare-chested and in shorts stuck to my sweat. My braids were damp, my tattoos gleaming under a sun that still burned, and the car was like an oven. Instead of heading straight home, I took the old road through the pine groves, that dirt track full of curves where nobody ever passes.

I found my usual pull-off and parked among towering pines. I rolled the windows down, put on music low, and took out the joint I’d kept in the glove compartment. Two deep hits and my whole body went loose, that warm heaviness that drops your shoulders and switches off your head.

Ten minutes later, in the rearview mirror, I saw a metallic black car coming up slowly, headlights off. It stopped about eight meters behind me. I thought it must be some kids looking for a quiet place to smoke, like me. I put the joint out just in case and stayed in the driver’s seat, door open and one leg outside.

Two men got out, exactly alike. Identical twins, no more than twenty, tall, with surfer bodies but well defined. Golden skin, almost shaved blond hair, cold blue eyes, and full lips. White tank tops clinging to their chests, black shorts outlining everything. I’d later learn their names were Iván and Hugo. They came over with that calm swagger of people who know they can have whatever they want.

—Got a light, man? —one asked, while the other was already sizing me up from head to toe.

I handed over my lighter. They lit two cigarettes and, without asking, leaned against my car’s hood as if it were theirs. They started talking about the gym, motorcycles, fights. The heat was so brutal that in two minutes Iván took off his shirt and tossed it into his car. Hugo did the same. Two identical torsos, square pectorals, defined abs, veins standing out in their arms.

I was still sitting there, fuzzy from the joint, and I could feel them looking at my tattoos, my chest, my braids. And above all, the bulge in my shorts.

—Jesus, what a fucking heat —Hugo said, stretching out and pulling his shorts down a little to show where his hips began—. Aren’t you gonna take that off? No one’s gonna see you here.

I laughed, half out of it, and in the end I was left in just my underwear, a very tight pair of black boxers. It was hot, so what. The twins looked at each other with the same smile, that bond only people who’ve shared everything from the very first second of life have.

Iván came closer, crouched down until he was level with my face.

—You’ve got some arms on you, asshole —he said, and without asking he ran two fingers over the tattoo on my forearm, up to my pec, brushing a nipple.

The touch hit me like a current. I tried to joke, push his hand away, but Hugo was already on the other side, circling me, blocking my exit with his body.

—And this package... that’s not normal —he whispered, staring straight at my crotch.

—Come on, guys, I’m not into that —I said, trying to act tough.

I wasn’t into that. Or so I thought until that afternoon.

But Iván had already slipped his hand inside my boxers and taken hold of me fully. His hand was hot, heavy, and within ten seconds I was hard as a rock. They both just stared, almost hypnotized, as if they’d found something they hadn’t expected.

—Look at this —Hugo said, licking his lips.

Then he grabbed my braids, turned my face, and kissed me. He tasted of tobacco, mint gum, and raw youth. I froze for a few seconds, tried to pull away, muttered a “what the hell are you doing?” I didn’t even believe myself, but Iván was already jerking me off slowly, calmly, squeezing just where I liked it most.

—Relax, no one’s gonna force you into anything —Iván lied in a soft voice—. But your body’s saying something else.

And he was right. I gave in. I closed my eyes and moaned when Hugo bit my neck and his brother knelt between my open legs. He pulled my boxers down to my ankles. Hugo moved behind me, wrapped his arms around me and pinched my nipples while Iván licked me slowly, from bottom to top, watching me with those ice-blue eyes. Then he took me in his mouth in one go, all the way down, without hesitation.

I moaned like I never had in my life, head thrown back, my braids caught in Hugo’s hand, while he nibbled at my ear.

—Stay still, let it take you —he whispered to me.

They switched without talking about it, as if they had a script memorized between the two of them. Iván stood up, pulled down his pants and shoved his cock in my face, straight, hard, smelling clean and like young sweat.

—Open —he ordered.

I opened. He shoved it all the way down my throat and I choked, tears filling my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. I started sucking clumsily, learning on the fly, while Hugo knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue there for the first time in my life, hot and wet, going in and out. I moaned with his brother still in my mouth.

***

They hauled me out of the car almost in their arms and propped me against the hood, which burned under my hand. Iván in front, fucking my mouth slowly, holding my braids like reins. Hugo behind, opening me with his tongue and then with his fingers, one, then two, with a patience that undid me more than any hurry could.

—Do you want us to keep going? —Iván asked, pulling out of my mouth for a second, a thread of saliva hanging from my lips.

Lost as I was, I only nodded.

Hugo got behind me. He spat, lined himself up, and pushed in. It hurt like I was being split in two. I cried out, tried to lean forward, but his brother held my hips.

—Breathe, relax... you’ll see —he whispered against the nape of my neck.

He went in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, all the way. When he was fully inside, the two of them moaned at the same time. He started moving slowly, then harder, yanking on my braids to throw my head back. Iván moved in front and filled my mouth again so I wouldn’t scream so much.

They had me from both sides. Identical. In sync. One went in while the other came out, as if they’d been rehearsing it with me all their lives. The car rocked, the hood burned the palms of my hands, and the smell of sex, sweat, and pine filled everything.

They switched places without saying a word. Now it was Iván taking me from behind while Hugo was fucking my throat. Then they took a blanket from the trunk and threw it onto the dirt. They put me on all fours: one underneath, filling my mouth; the other behind, driving in with a force that cut off my breath. I only moaned, drooled, cried from pleasure and pain mixed together, no longer knowing where one ended and the other began.

At one point they laid me flat on my back on the hood. Hugo lifted my legs to my shoulders and drove in again with one hard thrust. Iván positioned himself over my face and fucked my mouth while watching his brother. I could see them, identical above me, moaning the same, sweating the same, enjoying it the same. It was the wildest fantasy I’d ever come up with, and I was living it in a vacant lot with two strangers.

—We’re gonna come at the same time —Iván gasped—. Both of us.

And they did. I felt the heat inside me at the same time, top and bottom, and I came without touching myself, in long bursts that splattered my chest and face while I shouted with Iván’s cock still in my mouth.

The three of us ended up sprawled on the blanket, naked, shaking, covered in sweat and dirt. The twins kissed me almost at once, tongue against tongue, sharing the taste of what had just happened. They wiped my face with their T-shirts, gave me water, and helped me get dressed, because my legs could barely hold me up.

—You were fucking perfect, Viking —Iván said, biting my neck one last time.

—Whenever you want to do it again, you know where to find us —Hugo added, saving his number in my phone with a hand that was still trembling.

I started the car with my body wrecked and my head somewhere else. I drove home on autopilot, still feeling them inside me with every bump in the road. I took nearly an hour in the shower, looking at myself in the mirror as if it were another man staring back. Never, ever, did I think something like that would happen to me. And much less that I’d like it so much.

That was the first time. There were many more. But that afternoon in the pine grove, at nearly forty and after a whole life believing I only liked women, was the one that blew my mind wide open. And there was no way to close it again.