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Cole Andrews stretched his naked body across the bed and yawned. He watched his identical twin brother emerge from the bathroom, naked and dripping from the shower he’d just taken, and his cock began to thicken and grow along the inside of his thigh. The boys stood just over six feet tall, and were lean and completely smooth. They’d just started working out a few months earlier, and were beginning to bulk up a little, and their muscles practically glistened with the slightest exertion.

Chris and Cole had heard all their lives how “adorable” they were. They were the perfect little Gerber babies, even down to the curlycue hair and dimples. Eventually, they grew out of the baby hair, but the dimples not only stayed with them, but grew in size. Their silky smooth skin that turned a bright shade of pink when they were embarrassed, bright white smiles with slightly oversized front teeth, and the awkward clumsiness of being eighteen and rapidly growing in changing bodies only added to the adorable factor. And though it was cute when they were younger, they’d gotten tired of it long ago.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” Cole said as he watched his brother shake the water out of his hair and swipe it off his torso.

“Yeah, I know. So are you,” Chris said with a smirk, and ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at it in the full-length mirror on the closet door next to the bathroom. “Let’s just hope Mom and Dad still think I’m beautiful after they see this.”

They loved being twins, and were almost inseparable. But after the novelty wore off several years earlier, and they’d played all the typical identity-swapping games on their friends, being confused with one another was getting old. And the “adorable” thing was getting even older. The only physical trait that differed between the brothers was that Cole had a tiny, almost perfectly heart-shaped mole just under the crown of his cock head. Very few people ever saw the brothers up close enough to be able to tell them apart from that feature, and so the twins decided to switch things up a bit.

While visiting the campus of Texas A&M University over the weekend, where they would be starting their freshman year in the fall, Chris had decided to cut his hair. He’d originally planned to cut off only a couple of inches from the long, curly mop that fell carelessly over his forehead and eyes. But when he walked into the salon just a few blocks off campus and met Byron, the hot blond stylist who shamelessly flirted with him, he lost his wits. An hour and a half later, he walked out of the shop with buzzed sides and a three-inch-long Mohawk, his left eyebrow shaved with two thin lines carved through it, and his right ear pierced.

The transformation was startling, and it brought Chris to tears once they got in the car. But seeing his twin’s sweet, angelic face with the new edgy makeover made Cole’s heart race and brought his cock to full attention immediately.

“Something tells me they’re gonna love it,” Cole said as he stroked his hard cock and watched Chris fumble with his hair nervously.

“Yeah?” Chris asked, and looked at Cole for the first time since stepping out of the shower. He smiled when he saw his brother’s hardon.

“Yeah,” Cole said, and spread his legs all the way across the bed. “Now get over here and suck my cock.”

Chris strode over to the bed slowly, very aware that his own dick was getting longer and thicker as it swung heavily between his legs.

When he reached the foot of the bed, he kissed Cole’s left foot, which he knew drove his brother nuts, and then licked his way up the long leg. Cole’s big balls hung low between his legs, and Chris licked them lightly for a moment, and then sucked them tenderly into his mouth.

Cole squirmed and moaned as Chris rolled his balls around in his warm, wet mouth. “Oh man, that feels good,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through his brother’s still-wet hair.

Chris played with the smooth balls for another moment, and then wrapped his fist around the thick, giant pole attached to them. The fat veins that ran the length of the shaft pulsed hot against his palm as he squeezed it and slid his fist up and down it.

“Wow, I love your cock, man,” Chris said huskily.

“So stop talking and swallow it, bro,” Cole said, and pulled Chris’ head down onto it.

Chris licked the head of the cock, lapping up the thick stream of precum that oozed from it. He pulled the entire head into his mouth and ran his tongue around it, and when Cole moaned loudly and lifted his hips off the bed, Chris was ready. He opened his throat and slid his mouth down the en tire eight inches in one swallow. He’d been sucking his brother’s cock since they were twelve, and had it down to a science. It was another way in which the twins differed; Cole could suck a couple of inches of his own cock, and Chris couldn’t, but Chris was very talented at deepthroating his brother’s dick while Cole gagged about two thirds of the way down.

“Oh, fuck,” Cole moaned. “That’s it, baby, take it all.”

Chris tightened his throat around Cole’s cock, and waited a couple of seconds, until his brother began squirming beneath him, and then slid his mouth up and down the big cock. Cole always dripped a large amount of precum, and Chris couldn’t get enough of it. The sweet, silky fluid tasted like honey on his tongue, and he craved it like a baby craves milk. He lapped at it hungrily, and swallowed the thick pole back into his throat.

“Damn, dude,” Cole gasped. “I can’t take much more of that. I’m so clo …”

Chris wrapped his lips tighter around Cole’s cock, and slid his spit-covered middle finger deep inside his brother’s ass with no warning.

“Fuuuuuucckkk,” Cole groaned as he covered his mouth with one arm and grasped the side of the bed with his other hand.

Three huge spurts of warm cum splashed against Chris’ throat, and he swallowed them as fast as he could, not wanting to miss a drop. He loved the way the thick, warm load tasted and felt in his mouth, and his own hardon begged for release as he slid it between his belly and the comforter while he gulped down the sweet jizz. He continued sucking on the slowly shrinking cock until he’d gotten the last drop, and then slid up Cole’s side and cuddled up next to him.

“Now it’s my …”

“Shhh,” Cole said, and hugged his brother closer to him. “What’s that noise?”

Chris lay perfectly still, and cocked his head to one side. “What? I don’t hear anything.”

Cole pushed him to the side of the bed, and jumped up and walked over to the window. “Oh, my God, I thought they were supposed to be at the Hoppers’ until late tonight.”

“Mom and Dad?”

“No,” Cole said as he reached down and pulled on his jeans over his naked ass. “George and Barbara Bush.”

“They weren’t supposed to be home until…”

“Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

“Sorry. The blood engorging my cock is keeping me from thinking straight. Come on, man. Suck me off. I need to cum.”

“Are you kidding me? They’re right downstairs. For all we know, they heard us a few minutes ago.”

“No, they didn’t. Come on, dude. You can’t leave me hanging like this. My cock is about to explode.”

“Oh, my God!”

“What?” Chris said, and trotted over to the window.

“That was absolutely the most boring fucking party I’ve ever been to!” Mary Anne Andrews kicked off her heels and stretched out across the lounge chair next to the pool. “Who would have thought that anyone with that much more money than God could have such little personality?”

Richard Andrews laughed as he took off his sport coat and draped it over another chair, and pulled his shoulder-length, chrome-colored hair into a ponytail.

“Boring, and stupid as a lobotomized prairie dog,” he said as he leaned down and kissed his wife. “Christ, why did we go to that fucking party again?”

“Because they donated 100 k to the shelter. As much as I hate them, the shelter really needs that money, and I’m the only one who can get them to fork it over. So, I’ll kiss their ass anytime I need to. I have no shame.”

“That’s what I love about you, dear.”

Mary Anne laughed, and leaned her head back as she took a deep breath. “Do you think they’ll really go through with it?”

“The Hoppers?” Richard asked as he shucked his pants over some shrubs next to the pool and stretched out naked across his plastic lounge chair.

“No, baby, not the Hoppers,” she said with a sigh, and looked over at her husband. “Holy shit, you are hot. I love your cock.”

Richard smiled mischievously, and pointed it at her.

“The boys, silly,” she said, not taking her eyes off of her husband’s long, thick cock. “Do you think they’ll really have the pool party? They’ve never asked for anything like that before. And they asked us not to be here. I thought surely I’d misunderstood. But I didn’t, right? They really did ask us to disappear?”

“Yup, that’s what they said.”

“Oh, thank God. I was afraid I was suffering from hallucinations. It was almost better than sex.”

Richard raised one eyebrow and stroked his cock to semi-hardness.

“Okay, maybe not. But it was better than chocolate. I’d almost given up on any hope for normalcy with them.”

“Stop it. They aren’t that bad.”

“That’s the problem,” Mary Anne said, and stripped off her blouse. “They aren’t bad at all. They’re so fucking good and perfect and polite. How many times did we leave town for the weekend while they were growing up? A hundred? Not once did they throw a party, or sneak any of our liquor or get arrested. And I haven’t once found a condom or any porn in their room, and believe me, I looked.”

Richard laughed, and grabbed his trousers. He pulled a joint from the front pocket, and lit it. “I’m sure you did, honey.”

“Where did we go wrong?” Mary Anne asked dramatically. “I mean, really? You can’t get any more liberal than us. We went to Berkeley, for crying out loud. We’ve been arrested for protesting and trespassing. We don’t believe in God. And just look at us. We’re sitting outside naked at midnight and smoking pot for fuck’s sake. How did we raise the two nicest, sweetest, most boring kids in the world?”

“Honey, the boys aren’t boring. They’re just really nice, and a little conservative.”

“But how?”

“It’s not a tragedy, darling. And look on the bright side. They are having a no-parents-allowed pool party this weekend to kick off their going away to college. Maybe they’re growing up and will get into a little trouble.”

“I sure as hell hope so. Now, stop bogarting that thing,” Mary Anne said, and reached for the joint.

“Mom! Dad!”

The floodlights suddenly filled the backyard with blinding white light just as Mary Anne took a lungful of smoke. Her eyes bulged as she saw her two sons standing in the doorway across the pool with their arms crossed.

“Oh, shit,” she screamed as she tossed the joint into the pool, and jumped behind the nearest shrub.

The last week of high school was always a frenzied and chaotic whirlwind of hormones, egos, and emotions. Bradley Sebastian High School was certainly no exception, and in fact enjoyed the reputation of rewriting the book on Black Hole Week—the last five days of school in which teachers and superintendents swore that the universe sucked all signs of intelligence and decorum from the students and left them unruly microorganisms of underbelly sea life.

The twins had printed up thirty invitations to the pool party, and had spent the past week carefully planning out the list of people they’d grace with one. They weren’t part of the in crowd, but they weren’t considered nerds, either, and their family had way too much money to be a part of the considerable trailer trash group. They didn’t touch drugs, so the stoners were confused by their presence in the halls, and their B–averages kept them at arm’s length from the brainiacs.

The problem with Chris and Cole Andrews was that they were invisible. They liked sports, and played on the junior varsity teams in both football and basketball, but were not good enough to warrant a rabid fan base or even a mention in the school newspaper or during the pep rallies. Their good looks prevented them from being teased about unrelenting acne or frightening monobrows but, when compared to the freakishly beautiful Stepford kids at Sebastian High, were not enough to bless them with a second glance from any of the popular cheerleaders.

They were just … enough. Nothing more and nothing less. But after their visit to Texas A&M the previous weekend, and with Chris’ edgy new look, they’d decided to change that. And so, careful planning of the pool party and its invitees was paramount. Their first draft of the guest list included twenty five hot and popular guys and two more-than-slightly overweight girls, one of whom wore braces. The twins had become quick friends with the girls at a pep rally. But upon second examination of the list, they’d realized that it was skewed, and that they had zero hope of getting any hot guys, let alone a couple dozen, to show up to a party that only included other hot guys and a couple of fat chicks.

So they sat down again, crossed off all of the hot jocks that they figured had little chance of showing up anyway, and changed their strategy. There were a few guys on the JV football team that would be moving into varsity next year, and with whom they’d developed a friendly comradery, if not best friendships. The twins were pretty sure they’d show up for the party, and even bring a few more friends with them—exactly what the brothers wanted. With the addition of a couple of the less popular cheerleaders and a few of the student council leaders, who never passed up an opportunity to “network” and be viewed as popular, the list was complete and ready to be put into action.

“Where the hell are Fred and Barney, anyway?” Cole asked as he looked around nervously. “Melissa’s gonna be coming out of her yearbook meeting any minute now, and the whole plan hinges on this.”

“Don’t worry, bro,” Chris said as he looked around the busy hallway. “They’ll be here. They’re so fucking predictable, it’s sad. As soon as that door opens and she walks out, their little cavemen sniffers will pick up her scent, and they’ll be falling all over themselves to get at her.”

Cole laughed. “How did we ever start calling them Fred and Barney, anyway?”

“I dunno. Who cares, at this point? The way they grunt and snort every time they score a touchdown, it’s disgusting. And I swear they drag their knuckles on the floor whenever they walk down the hall past a pretty girl. Watch when they round the corner, I’m telling you. They’re fucking cavemen. Tyler and Dylan just don’t fit them very well. Fred and Barney are much better.”

The door to Room 213 opened up and several kids exploded into the hallways. The brothers looked around at the chaos around them. Inside the room, they could hear Melissa’s voice laughing and talking with a couple of other students and the yearbook advisor, and then she said she’d see the teacher tomorrow.

“Three … two … one …” Chris said, as he tapped Cole on the shoulder.

Melissa Robinson stepped into the hall just as Tyler and Dylan rounded the corner, huge smiles stretching across their faces. The jocks were two of the most popular guys in school, and everyone gravitated toward them as if they were a giant black hole in deep space. They were stunningly beautiful, with movie star good looks. In fact, a couple of talent scouts had approached them with interest. But the jocks were too immature for any kind of serious work, and they couldn’t memorize a line or sound believable when reading for auditions, and so that opportunity never took them anywhere. It didn’t seem to faze the boys; they were perfectly content being stars of their school’s sports teams and the object of adoration of just about everyone at Bradley Sebastian High School.

“Let’s go,” Chris said, and he and Cole moved forward in perfect synchronization toward Melissa.

“Hey, Melissa,” Cole said, as they approached her.

“Hi, Cole,” the pretty blond said sweetly as she smiled.

It didn’t surprise Cole that she remembered his name. She was one of the most popular kids in school. But she was also smart as hell, and genuinely nice. She probably could name just about every kid in school and tell you something special about each one.

“You’ve met my brother Chris, right?” he said as he looked around to watch Tyler and Dylan. The jocks simultaneously got a very confused look on their faces, and they slowed their gait as they continued walking toward Melissa.

“Oh, my God, Chris,” Melissa said as she turned him around to get a better look at his hair from every side. “Is that really you?”

“Yeah.” Chris laughed. “I was having a midlife crisis.”

“At eighteen?”

“Yup. The men in my family don’t live real long, so I figured I’d better take advantage of the moment for crisis before it passed me by.”

Melissa laughed out loud, but naturally, causing everyone in the hall to look their way.

“Hey, Melissa, we’re having a pool party at our house this weekend, and would love it if you could come,” Cole said a little louder than he would normally speak. “We heard you’re heading to Harvard in the fall, and well, we’re kinda staying local, so it’d be great if you could come to the party and celebrate the past four years with us and get pumped for your move out East.”

“Awww,” Melissa said with an award-winning smile. “That’s so sweet. Of course, I’ll come,” she said as took one of the flyers and read it. “I have another party to go to later Saturday night, but I can stop by for your pool party for a couple of hours earlier in the afternoon.”

Cole knew she’d say yes. She was one of those people who somehow always seemed to find enough time and energy to not only make an appearance at almost every event going on, but also make people feel like they were important to her and that they had her undivided attention. She was key to the twins’ plan, and though not surprised, he was glad when she said yes, especially within earshot of Tyler and Dylan.

Chris had been watching the two cavemen since they rounded the corner, and smiled when he saw them stop only a few feet away, pretending to tie their shoes as they listened closely to the conversation.

“Great!” Cole said loudly. “We’ll see you Saturday.”

“You guys are so sweet,” Melissa said, and kissed them both on the cheeks. “And you,” she said to Chris, “look very hot with that midlife crisis thing going on there.” She winked at him, and walked away to join her friends down the hall.

The twins turned around and walked in the other direction, passing Tyler and Dylan as they continued down the hall. They took ten steps, and then turned around just in time to see the jocks pull an invitation from a wastebasket a few doors down from where they’d just been standing.

“I get Fred,” Cole said with a grin. “I’ve always wanted a little girl named Pebbles.”

Their parents would have been so proud.

The party started out a little slow, but an hour after its advertised start time it was out of control. The first police visit was only half an hour later, and that knock on the door was accompanied only by a very weak suggestion that the boys lower the music and maybe slow down on the drinking to make sure it all lasted the entire afternoon. And a wink. The cops were old friends of the boys’ parents, and seemed almost excited that the twins were getting into a little trouble.

Cole and Chris weren’t sure what to expect as far as the number of people showing up. They’d passed out thirty invitations, but saw several in the wastebaskets at the high school the same day they handed them out. They’d have been happy with a dozen or so kids there, as long as Fred and Barney were among them. They knew there wasn’t a chance in hell the two jocks would show up if invited; instead they’d have made a public display of laughing and teasing the twins. So, they’d been intentional in not inviting them, but making sure they overheard their conversation with Melissa. There was no way the cavemen would not show up.

What they hadn’t expected, though, and weren’t prepared for was over sixty people showing up en masse at their house. The house was overrun with high school kids, and the twins began to panic as the music got louder, the alcohol flowed more freely, and the police showed up a second time with a sterner warning, due to neighbors’ complaints.

And then they caught sight of Tyler and Dylan at the same time.

“When did Fred and Barney get here?” Cole asked as he watched the jocks throw a bikini-clad sophomore into the pool and then chug an entire bottle of beer in one breath.

“I dunno,” Chris said as they walked toward the pool. “Maybe with that last group of people about half an hour ago. They’re good at sneaking in.”

“Yeah. But who cares, as long as they’re here. Now it’s time to get to work.”

The brothers walked around the backyard, stopping to talk with those guests they actually knew. That number was definitely in the minority, though.

“Fucking hypocrites,” Cole whispered as they walked away from a small group of chatty seniors. “Did you see how that blond twat smiled and pretended she knew me from Calc? I’ve never seen her before in my life, I’m sure of it. And I’d grow a pair of tits and pop out a welfare baby before I took a calculus class.”

“Whatever,” Chris said, and turned him around to look at Tyler and Dylan, who were downing another beer as they leaned against the bar and stuck their feet out to trip other kids as they walked by. “They’re looped already. We should probably start clearing the place out, or it’s gonna be too late. They’ll pass out and have to be carried out on a stretcher in another hour.”

Loud cries of protest rose from the crowd as the twins announced the end of the party and began ushering people out of the backyard and through the side gate that allowed them to leave the party without traipsing through the house. They never lost sight of their cavemen, though, and smiled when they saw the jocks sneak behind the bar as the last of the guests were shoved through the gate and the noise of their drunk, rowdy voices trailed off as they left the property.

“Why don’t you go check out the gazebo, and make sure everyone’s gone,” Cole said with a wink as he pointed behind the bar area. “I’m just gonna shut off the light here and clean up this mess a little.”

The brothers covered their mouths with their hands to keep from laughing as they heard a drunken muttered, “Oh, shit,” come from behind the bar.

Cole walked around the other side of the counter, and pretended to be surprised as he saw the two jocks seated on the floor and leaning against the bar as they finished off a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

“Hey, the party’s over, guys,” he said sternly. “You gotta leave now.”

“No,” Dylan said, and broke into laughter as he nudged Tyler in the side.

“I’m serious, Fred,” Cole said. “The party is over. There’s no more alcohol. All the girls have left. So come on, Barney, it’s time for you to leave.”

Chris walked over to join his brother. “No joking, guys,” he said as he stood next to Cole. “Come on, get …”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tyler yelled, as he and Dylan jumped up and pushed the boys into the yard. “We ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“This isn’t funny, guys,” Cole said as he stumbled across the backyard and toward the pool. “Stop it and just leave.”

“This isn’t funny?” Dylan taunted as he pushed the longer haired twin right to the edge of the pool. “What about this?” he asked as he pushed Cole headfirst into the pool. “Is that funny?”

“Hey!” Chris yelled.

“Hell, yeah!” Tyler screamed as he pushed the second twin into the water, and laughed as he and Tyler high-fived and strutted around the edge of the pool.

The brothers surfaced and made a production of sputtering and trying to gain their footing in the water.

The jocks sat on the tile edge of the pool, their legs immersed in the cool water.

“Get over here,” Tyler said.

“What?” Cole said tentatively as he looked at his brother.

“Shut the fuck up and get over here.” He nudged Dylan’s ribs, and nodded, and both jocks ripped their shorts off and spread their legs.

The twins walked slowly toward the jocks, and stopped a couple of feet away. “What do you …”

“Suck our dicks,” Tyler snarled.

“I don’t think that’s …,” Cole said.

Dylan lunged forward as if he were going to jump out at the brothers.

“Okay!” Chris said quickly, and he and Cole slid between the spread tree trunk legs of the football players.

The brothers had seen Fred and Barney a few times in the locker room, and so they weren’t surprised by the magnificence of the jocks’ bodies. Still, it took their breath away as they walked toward the smirking cavemen and their slowly engorging cocks. Their bodies bulged with hard, smooth muscles that seemed to flex at their own will. They weren’t the overgrown, steroid-produced muscles of bodybuilders, but the natural, hardworking-in-the-gym muscles that glistened and begged to be noticed and touched.

Though in the twins’ frequent wet dreams the jocks had thick, cut nine-inch cocks that were instantly hard and stayed that way until they’d shot their huge loads, in reality they were the most average and unassuming parts of their bodies. They weren’t small by anyone’s definition, both measuring a little over seven inches long, just not as attention-grabbing as they rest of them. Tyler’s was slightly longer than his best friend’s, and was cut and veiny. Dylan’s cock was uncut and quite a bit thicker than Tyler’s.

Chris and Cole had seen those same cocks naked in the locker rooms, but they’d never been hard, like they were now, and they couldn’t wait to devour them. In perfect synchronization, they spread the jocks’ legs apart even farther, and dropped their heads into Tyler and Dylan’s laps.

“Oh, my God,” Tyler moaned as Cole swallowed his cock in one move, and swirled his tongue around the head.

Dylan was less articulate, and able only to mutter a gut tural “unnnnhhhh” as he leaned back on his elbows and his eyes rolled back into his head.

The brothers bobbed their heads up and down the shafts of the two jocks, looking over at each other every couple of minutes and smiling with their mouths filled with cock as Tyler and Dylan grunted and squirmed beneath them. Chris swallowed Dylan’s thick cock deep into his gullet and squeezed it with his throat muscles. Cole tightened his lips around Tyler’s cock and slid his mouth up and down the shaft as he rolled the big, hairy balls in his palm.

The grunts soon turned into moans, which then turned to whimpers as the jocks pumped their cocks deeper and faster into Chris and Cole’s mouths. The brothers could sense that Fred and Barney were about to blow their loads, and probably pass out right afterward. But they hadn’t elaborately planned the pool party and manipulated getting their two fantasy guys there just to give a quickie blowjob in the pool.

“Okay, boys,” Cole said as he and Chris pulled their mouths off the throbbing cocks just as they were turning a dark red and the veins pulsed rapidly. “You’ve had your fun now. But it’s time to leave. I’m serious.”

The twins backed away from the two jocks, who stared at them dumbfounded, their jaws dropped, their eyes glazed over and staring at a point slightly above and to the left of the brothers’ faces, and their cocks bouncing uncontrollably in front of them.

“What?” Tyler said as if he’d been drugged. “You can’t …”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, guys,” Chris said. He and Cole walked to the side of the pool and slowly began to climb out. “We’ve tried to be nice, but now it’s …”

“Oh, hell, no,” Dylan said.

He and Tyler jumped up and grabbed the twins by the arms and chest. They effortlessly pulled the struggling twins a few feet from the pool, and pushed them onto the grassy area between the pool and the gazebo.

“What are you doing?” Cole asked melodramatically. He’d never been a good actor, and wasn’t able to prevent the corner of his lips to curl into a smile.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dylan barked.

The two jocks forced the boys onto their knees, grabbed them by the waist, and spread their legs apart.

“Oh, no!” Chris said. He also was not vying for an Oscar, and smiled broadly at Cole as they helped the two jocks out a little by scooting into perfect position.

Tyler and Dylan spat giant globs of saliva onto the heads of their cocks, and placed them at the smooth puckered holes of the brothers’ asses. Had they not been drunk, they’d have noticed that the holes were opening and closing rapidly, taunting the boys and their cock heads, and begging to be entered.

“This might hurt a little, girls,” Tyler said as he slapped Cole’s ass. “So take a deep breath. And don’t even think about screaming.”

He and Dylan slid just the heads of their cocks inside the spasming holes. When the twins whimpered, the two jocks laughed, and high-fived one another. This caused Dylan to lose his balance, and he fell forward, forcing his cock deep into Chris’ ass.

“Holy FUCK!” Chris yelled as the cock speared his internal organs.

“Whoops,” Dylan said with a laugh. Then he realized that his cock was buried deep inside Chris’ ass, and that he was harder than he’d ever been. And that the ass was squeezing his cock like a professional masseuse, and causing his entire body to tingle. “Wow,” he said breathlessly.

Chris looked over at his brother, and whispered, “Oh … my … God” as the two jocks began sliding in and out of the brothers’ asses slowly. “Please don’t,” he whimpered out loud as Dylan’s cock tickled his prostate and caused his own dick to throb wildly. “Stop,” he mouthed silently so that only Cole could see.

It didn’t take long for the two jocks to get in their groove and begin fucking harder. The twins had gotten them close with their mouths already, and even on their best days they couldn’t last for more than a few minutes before blowing their loads. This wasn’t going to be one of those best days.

Tyler grabbed Cole by the waist and began pounding him relentlessly.

Cole was certain that the roughness was meant to demean and hurt him, but it was doing just the opposite. Every time the veiny cock slid all the way into him, Cole felt as if he’d reached Nirvana. When it slid back out of him, he felt as if he were losing his best friend, and he pushed his ass back onto it, desperate to keep it inside him.

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Dylan whispered through strained breath as he slammed in and out of Chris’ ass. “This fucker is tighter than your sister’s twat.”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Tyler said as he closed his eyes and fucked Cole harder and faster. “You’re gonna kill the bone talking that shit.” To make sure the bone wasn’t killed, he shoved it all the way inside Cole’s ass, and wiggled it around inside, then pounded it in and out of the tight hole several times.

“Yeah, man,” Cole moaned as he slid all the way onto the invading shaft, and tightened his ass around it possessively. “Don’t listen to him, Fred. Just keep fucking me.”

Tyler stopped in midthrust for a moment, and Chris saw him stare down at the back of his brother’s head for a couple of seconds. Then he leaned down and whispered into Cole’s ear.

“My name’s Tyler, dude.”

“Whatever. Just fuck me.”

Tyler did. He slammed in and out of Cole’s ass like a mad man. Dylan was fucking Chris just as aggressively. When Tyler saw his buddy lean his head back and close his eyes as he gritted his teeth, he leaned down and kissed the back of Cole’s neck, and licked his ear.

“Oh, God, man,” Dylan moaned loudly. “Oh God, oh God, oh God …”

He pulled his cock out of Chris’ ass, and shoved the Mohawked twin onto his stomach on the ground. He grunted and moaned loud enough to get the neighbors’ dog barking, and then went completely silent as he emptied his load onto Chris’ ass and lower back.

It wasn’t a huge load, and in fact, Chris was a little disappointed in it. But from the loud moans and trembling knees coming from behind him, he could tell it was meaningful for Dylan, and he felt the need to recognize it in some meaningful way.

“Fuck, man,” Chris whimpered. “I can’t believe you fucked me, dude.”

“Ungh,” Tyler grunted much less dramatically. He pulled his cock out of Cole’s ass and held onto the tight, smooth ass as he sprayed six or seven shots of hot cum all over Cole’s back and ass.

Cole moaned as the warm cum drenched his back, and pushed his ass back up against Tyler’s legs and cock.

“Damn, dude,” Dylan whispered, as he fell forward and knocked Cole onto his side. “I’m exhausted. Let’s exit, man.” Tyler hesitated only a couple of seconds, then sighed deeply, and helped his friend to his feet. “Yeah, bro, let’s get the fuck outta here.”

The two jocks grabbed their shorts and stumbled through the gate at the side of the house.

“Hmm,” Cole said breathlessly.

“Well, that wasn’t everything I’d dreamed it’d be,” Chris said with a laugh.

“It wasn’t horrible.”

“What?” Chris said, and crawled over next to his brother.

“It was kinda hot.”

“Really? You liked it?”

“Yeah. Fred’s cock felt great inside me.”

“His name’s Tyler, dude,” Chris said, and laughed. He reached down and squeezed Cole’s still-hard cock. “Did he feel as good inside you as I do?”

“No one does, baby,” Cole said, and leaned over to kiss his brother. “And he didn’t make me cum, either. So why don’t you change that.”

“I’m already close. It won’t take long.”

“Good. I’m exhausted anyway.”

Chris crawled between Cole’s legs, and spread them apart as he rested the back of his brother’s knees on his shoulders. His cock was fully hard and throbbing, and he wasted no time in sliding deep inside Cole’s warm, wet ass.

“Jesus Christ, little brother,” he moaned. “It feels like a fucking wood-burning stove in there.”

Cole laughed. “Did you really just say that?” Just then, Chris shoved his cock balls deep inside him, and then wriggled it around for a few seconds. “Oh, God,” Cole moaned, and stroked his own cock, “who cares. Just keep doing that.”

Chris leaned down and kissed his brother as he slid in and out of his ass slowly at first, and then more vigorously. The force of their fucking slid them halfway across the lawn, and scooted them toward the pool.

“I can’t hold out any longer, baby,” Cole moaned after only a few minutes. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too, man,” Chris said.

He pulled his cock out of Cole’s ass, and scooted up so that he straddled his brother’s chest. Even before he was in place, his cock spewed several jets of cum over Cole’s head and onto the lawn behind him. Three or four more shots landed on Cole’s face, and he lapped at it even as it shot toward him.

“Fuuuuuck,” Cole grunted. Shot after shot of his load splashed across Chris’ back and ass, and then dripped down onto his own stomach.

When both brothers were completely spent, Chris collapsed on top of Cole, and hugged him.

“So, do you think there’ll be a Fred and Barney at A&M?” Cole asked sleepily.

“Probably not,” Chris said, and laid his head on Cole’s chest as he yawned. “They’re too edumacated there. Maybe there’ll be some Jetsons, though.”

“Hmm,” Cole said sleepily as he hugged his brother close. “Maybe we’ll have to have a little Martian baby to keep Pebbles company.”