Like Pieter and Hhuck, I'm not exactly my type: I tend to be attracted to swarthy Latinos with a bad attitude. WASPY guys with pale skin and eyes rarely turn my head, though I am just about the right height and build.
Once upon a time I met my dick-twin. He was a tad taller, and a typical blonde/blue but had a real magnetism that was almost hypnotic and an ass that was beyond amazing. He was a friend of a co-worker, we hit it off right away and decided to go out for a beer, as he was a great conversationalist, very smart and had a rough, piggy edge that I found even more intriguing the longer we talked.
Although we'd quickly established that we were each non-versatile tops, the curiosity factor was so intense that we wound up having a go at an oral/JO thing. Our mutual surprise could not have been any more pronounced when, upon the reveal, we discovered that we were identically configured below the navel: same length, same girth, same exact ball-sack, even the same pronounced curve to the right. As we got harder, the erections rose in an identical manner and were entirely indistinguishable at full tumescence. In every possible way, we were identical-dick-twins
I learned that, though something of a challenge, a complete deep-throat was not beyond my capacity (though he had more difficulty than I, he eventually persevered as well). But we were so alike in sexual temperament and taste in partners that we had severe compatibility issues and wound up curling up into a cuddle date.
We became infamous drinking buddies, as we both favored skeezy, sticky floor dives and harvesting the low-hanging fruit (pun most definitely intended). After a coupla beers and a shot or two, we'd delight in confirming our dick-twin status to any and all curious fellow bar patrons, and wound up taking more than one guy back to my place for a spit-roast or some other form of delightful debauchery. We found that our chemistry, though wasted on each other, helped tremendously in giving a greedy bottom more than he could have imagined ahead of time.
We were also experts at arranging groups, at least one of which included the cab driver who waved the fare in exchange for an invite to participate in the fun.
After several months of this, he decided to return to school at U Mass Amherst where he was studying Landscape Architecture and, in those pre-internet days, we lost contact. I often wonder whatever became of him, and as I've long-since forgotten his last name, he will likely remain a vivid reminder of a very specific time in my life.