Jackson blows his whistle, signifying the end of the swimming lesson. It’s just about closing time for the indoor public pool, and families are arriving to pick up their children. They mill about in groups of two and three, excited pre-teens jumping up and down and exclaiming to their parents, running around to the diving board to show off what they learned. Indulgent mothers and fathers smile at these antics and usher their children towards the changing rooms.
Jackson leans back in his poolside chair as the building begins to clear out, impatient but trying not to show it. There are two kids who are not getting out of the pool at all: a pair of young, tawny-haired twins swimming laps back and forth. Their older brother is already here, a handsome young man, probably in his early twenties or so, watching from another chair by the shallow end and leaning back as though he was at the beach. He makes no move to collect the children.
Jackson checks his watch. Fifteen minutes past the hour. He gets up and checks the changing rooms. A few stragglers. He watches them, trying not to grit his teeth as a woman kneels down to help her son with his shoelaces. He smiles at the two of them as they walk past him and out of the building, leaving the space finally, blissfully empty. He locks the building’s outer door to keep anyone from coming back in.
Jackson ventures back to the poolside and locks up there as well. The twins are still swimming, their brother keeping an idle eye on them. Jackson turns back to watch them, practically drooling. He steps up next to the older brother’s chair and clears his throat.
The brother sits up leisurely and claps twice. “Boys!” he calls out. “It’s time! Come here!”
Jackson’s breath catches in his throat. He’d hardly believed the brother—Damien, is the man’s name—when he’d first made his offer. He’d been paranoid in fact, terrified that someone had discovered his secret. But Damien had been smooth and reassuring. And the twins do seem nothing if not obedient. They both exit the pool on command and come to stand in front of the two men, looking nervous.
Luke and Liam, Jackson recalls. They’ve been coming to swim lessons for a few months now, and he’s had his eye on them from the start. The two young boys have featured in quite a number of his late-night fantasies. He steps forward with a grin, barely able to contain his elation. Finally, he’ll get to touch.
Jackson puts a hand on either boy’s head and forces them roughly down to their knees on the concrete poolside. He removes his hands just long enough to drop his red swim shorts before grabbing the boys again, fists clenched in their hair. He’s already half-hard. He yanks the boys forward, mashing their faces into his crotch. “Lick it,” he commands.
The boys squirm, uncomfortable, their mouths closed as he smears their faces against his dick. From his chair, Damien clears his throat.
“Do as he says,” he commands, his tone sharp and no-nonsense. The boys both stiffen when they hear him, clearly frightened. Jackson wonders what threats he uses to keep them in line. Whatever it is, it’s effective; the boys open their mouths and tentatively stick out their tongues.
Jackson’s fists tighten in their hair as the shy tongues cautiously begin to lick up the sides of his cock, their lips murmuring lightly over his skin like a prayer. His dick is considerable in size, if he does say so himself: around ten inches fully hard and girthy enough that he can barely get one hand halfway around it. There’s more than enough room for the two of them to get their mouths on him at the same time, even if they had been side-by-side instead of across from each other. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Yes. Fuck. Finally.”
“You’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time, if I’m not mistaken,” says Damien.
Jackson scowls. “What’s it to you?”
Damien shrugs. “A middle-aged man like yourself must not get a lot of opportunities like this.”
“What,” says Jackson, bristling, “you looking for a bribe or something? Hush money?”
“No no,” Damien replies. “Nothing like that. But perhaps we won’t discuss it now. I would hate to distract you from the matter at hand.”
“Damn straight,” Jackson mutters. He’s already impatient with the boys’ ministrations. He grabs the head of the boy on the right—Luke, he thinks, although the twins are quite hard to tell apart, and wearing identical blue speedos—and forces his dick as deep into the boy’s throat as it will go, choking him.
“That’s more like it,” he says, grinning. He holds the back of the boy’s head in place and face-fucks him as hard as he can, driving ferociously over and over into the cavern of his mouth. Even deep-throating him, the both can barely fit half of the monstrous cock inside his unwilling orifice, and gags helplessly as Jackson stuffs himself deeper and deeper on each thrust.
Jackson looks over at the other twin, eyes wide with horror as he watches his brother’s treatment. His lips look so plump and inviting. That’s the problem with twins, Jackson thinks: it’s so hard to decide between them. He pulls abruptly out of the first boy’s mouth, leaving him coughing and retching, and switches to the other.
Liam is not prepared for the motion and barely manages to open his mouth before it is stuffed full of Jackson’s flesh. As with his brother, Jackson grabs the boy’s head to force his cock as deep as it will go, far deeper than the boy can handle. He can feel Liam squirming and fighting against him, gagging and choking around his cock. It feels amazing. He starts to thrust, listening to Luke continue to cough behind him. Liam’s eyes are bulging; Jackson wonders if it’s possible for the boys to choke to death on his dick.
The thought is not unpleasant, but Jackson has grander plans for the twins than that. He yanks Liam’s head off his dick and lets him sputter and gasp for breath beside his brother.
Jackson finds his discarded swim shorts and rummages through the pockets, pulling out a small tube of suntan lotion. He didn’t have time to grab proper lube, but enough of the pool’s facilities are outside that sunscreen is always on hand. He brings it back to the boys.
“Oh, don’t bother with lube on their account,” Damien chimes in from his half-reclined seat. “You don’t need to worry about their comfort.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “I’m not. I’m just not interested in chafing the hell out of my dick, is all. Besides,” he grins, “I wanna hear it squelch when I fuck ‘em.”
He kneels next to Luke, who has mostly finished coughing, although his eyes are still slightly red and watering. “Here, kid,” he says, and grabs the boy’s wrist, squirting some suntan lotion into his palm. “Rub that all over your hands.”
The boy looks up and him uncertainly, but does as he’s told. Jackson maneuvers him until he’s kneeling behind his still doubled-over brother. “Now,” he says, “I want you to put your hands together, like we did when we learned diving today, okay?”
The boy does as he’s told, arms up around his ears, palms pressed together. Jackson takes the boy’s elbow and lowers his arms. “Not that high up,” he corrects. “Press your hands tight together. Tight as you can. Got it?”
Again, the boy follows instructions, biting his lip slightly with the intensity of his focus.
Jackson lets go of Luke for the moment and goes to check on Liam, grabbing him around the hips and lifting up his ass. He hooks a finger under the edge of the boy’s speedo and pulls it to the side, exposing the tight pucker of his asshole to the open air.
“Come here,” he instructs Luke. The boy shuffles forward until Jackson can grab his wrists in his free hand. He lines up the points of the boy’s fingers with his brother’s hole, pushing the fingertips past the hesitant ring of flesh. Liam gasps as his brother’s digits start to slip inside him.
When he’s satisfied that they’re lined up, Jackson lets go of Luke’s wrists. “Remember, palms as tight together as you can,” is all the warning he gives before he plants a hand between the boy’s shoulderblades and shoves him forward, hard.
Liam screams as his brother’s fingers, hands, wrists, and even some forearm abruptly force their way into his unwilling passage, cleaving him open. The delightful sound echoes around the tiled interior of the pool room, bouncing off the walls and returning as music to Jackson’s ears.
Ignoring Liam’s pain, Jackson moves his hand from holding the speedo to the side to grabbing the boy’s upper thigh, and uses the leverage to impale him farther onto his brother’s arms. He pushes both of them together, steady and inexorable, until Luke is buried elbow-deep in his brother and Liam is sobbing with pain.
“Now, stay just like that,” Jackson instructs, and sits back to admire his handiwork. Luke is so deep inside Liam that Jackson can just barely see the penetration as a small bulge at the bottom of the boy’s belly. He smiles to himself. They can do better than that, he imagines.
He spares half a glance for Damien. The young man is still half-reclined but watching intently, his eyes glistening like a predator in the dark. There’s a clear and obvious bulge in the front of his slacks, but he’s not touching it yet. His fingers hover just over it, like he’s debating whether or not to touch himself. Jackson snorts. Well, whatever gets the guy’s rocks off, he guesses. He’s certainly not complaining.
Jackson idly smears some suntan lotion on his own hands and moves around behind Luke. “Now,” he says, “we can’t very well leave you out of the fun, can we?” He gives the boy’s bottom a playful spank, causing him to cry out.
As usual, Jackson wastes no time with gradual actions. He merely yanks the boy’s bathing suit to the side with one hand before plunging the other deep into Luke’s anus. It’s a little tight to get the boy’s young, inexperienced muscles to stretch over the ball of his thumb. His hand is much bigger than Luke’s own. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Jackson plunges forward until half of his forearm is buried inside Luke. He wiggles his fingers inside the boy’s passage in satisfaction. Luke groans and whimpers in pain, the sound increasing as Jackson begins to thrust his arm back and forth as though pummeling the boy’s insides.
He fists the boy for several minutes before growing bored. He’s too horny; it’s making him impatient. Jackson yanks his arm abruptly back out of Luke’s passage and replaces it just as swiftly with his own cock. It’s hardly smaller than his forearm was. Jackson sighs in pleasure as he sinks his dick as deep as it’ll go into the little boy’s ass. That’s more like it.
When he starts thrusting, he reaches forward past Luke, far enough to grab Liam’s legs. In doing so he ensures that each wrenching, punishing thrust of his hips drive’s Luke’s arms deep into his brother’s passage. Jackson grins, feeling like he’s fucking both of them at once. He swivels his hips in and out, in and out.
“Harder,” Damien commands from his chair. Jackson raises an eyebrow at him. It’s hard to tell what the man is thinking. His hand is on his crotch now, palming himself through his pants.
But Jackson has no objection to the order. He rams home harder, fucking into Luke with as much force as he can possibly muster. His cock slams the boy’s hole, punishing it over and over, distending it around his merciless flesh. Jackson admires the way it stretches to accommodate the enormous girth of his cock, looking like it’s choking on the organ as much as the boy’s mouth was earlier.
He fucks the boy for as long as he can. By the time he’s done the boy’s hole is red and puffy and bleeding slightly from where it couldn’t quite stretch far enough to accommodate him. Jackson buries himself balls-deep in the boy and comes in a gushing flood, filling the boy up with his sperm. He sighs in satisfaction as his balls empty into the boy, twitching against the frothy mess of his ass.
Luke slumps to the ground when Jackson pulls out. Jackson stands and stretches, feeling satisfied. Now that he’s come, he feels much more clear-headed. He grins. Now he should be able to focus.
He looks down at the mess that is the two boys. Luke’s asshole is distended and dripping with his cum. Luke’s arms are still partially embedded in his brother’s ass, although not as deeply as they were before. Both boys are panting and whimpering.
He looks over at Damien, who has unzipped his fly and has a hand down his own pants, leisurely stroking himself. He meets Jackson’s eyes and raises an eyebrow. “Seems like it might be time for something a bit more creative, don’t you think?” he says, continuing his strokes. “I’m sure we can get them fucked open a little wider if we try hard enough.”
Jackson is skeptical. He looks back at the boys: they look pretty damn fucked-open to him. But he certainly doesn’t object to trying. He looks around the pool for inspiration. The problem with having two such cute little boys at his disposal is that they have so many holes between the two of them and he only has the one cock. There has to be something he can use.
Well, while he’s looking for something, at least some of those holes should be occupied. Jackson steps forward and pulls the two boys apart. Luke’s arms slide out of Liam’s passage with a slick plop, leaving Liam’s hole almost as wrenched-open and red as Luke’s.
Jackson man-handles the boys into a sixty-nine position, lying side by side on the cold cement. “Here,” he says, “keep those mouths warm for me.” He forces each boy’s head onto his brother’s dick and holds them there. “Now suck.”
He leaves his hands in place until the boys do as told and start to suck each others’ cocks. Granted, they’re still fairly young, and so their cocks aren’t really much more than a small mouthful for each other. But it’ll do for now. “Good,” he says. “Keep doing that until I get back.”
Jackson strides nonchalantly along the poolside towards the equipment closet, considering his options. His cock sways soft and satisfied between his legs. He’s got some time to play before he’ll need to get off again.
Jackson rummages through the contents of the closet for a minute or two before deciding. He grabs up two pieces of equipment before heading back to where the boys are still fellating each other.
The first item is an orange road cone, used to line the edge of the pool if they need to warn people away from a spill or other slippery area. Jackson sets it down on the ground and yanks Luke up off of his brother. He lifts the boy up and pauses only long enough to once again maneuver the boy’s swimsuit to one side before dropping his still-gaping hole down onto the pylon.
Luke cries out in pain as his own weight forces his body down onto the impaling object. The cone is quite large, and the boy’s feet don’t quite fall flat on the floor, meaning his full weight is on the point of penetration. Luke gasps and whimpers and squirms, but only succeeds in sliding slightly further down the cone. Jackson notices with delight that the excessive size of the object is creating the effect he had hoped for; once again he can see a bulge at the bottom of the boy’s belly, this one noticeably larger than the one on Liam had been.
Jackson turns to Damien and gestures towards the skewered boy. “Well?” he asks. “That what you’re hoping to see?”
Damien smiles enigmatically, but doesn’t answer. Still, his gaze is transfixed on his younger brother’s penetration. He seems to be enjoying himself.
“B-bro, please,” Liam whimpers, reaching out towards him. Damien’s smile widens, but he still says nothing. The long, fluid motions of his arm continue as he rubs his cock inside his pants. Instead, he looks up at Jackson.
“Well?” he says nonchalantly. “Continue.”
Jackson snorts and grabs Liam’s outstretched hand, leaving Luke alone with his impaling for the moment. He marches the other boy over to the building’s brick wall and bends him over, placing the youth’s palms flat against the brick. “Now, brace yourself,” he instructs.
The second piece of equipment Jackson had retrieved was a pool noodle. Though the flotation devices used by the pool are foam on the inside, they’re coated with a soft supple plastic covered in small twisting ridges of bumps. In fact, Jackson thinks, looking at them, it’s honestly remarkable that they haven’t gotten more comments from people on how much the things looked like dildos. Probably the only reason is the fact that they have flat ends. That, and the fact that they’re so wide that no one in their right mind would think of trying to use them as a sex-toy.
Unless, of course, you were trying to put them up a hole that had already been stretched out to the point of gaping. With a sick grin, Jackson grabs the end of the noodle and starts to work it up into Liam’s ass.
Even with the earlier fisting from his brother, it’s tough to get Liam’s young hole to stretch wide enough to accommodate the toy. Still, Jackson is persistent. He crams as much of the noodle’s end into the hole as he can, then patiently pushes and stretches at the boy’s flesh, coaxing it up and over, compressing and releasing the toy, teasing his ass open wider and wider until finally, finally, it slips up and over the far side.
Then it’s only a matter of forcing it inside. The noodle is still pretty light, despite its plastic coating, and so it takes patience to work it into the boy with any kind of depth. But patience Jackson has. With Liam bracing himself against the wall, Jackson grabs the noodle and forces it steadily into him inch by ridged inch. Gradually, reluctantly, the boy’s passage swallows it up, allowing it deeper and deeper, inch by inch until inches become over a foot and the boy has a bulge in his belly to match his brother’s.
Finally, Jackson can’t get the boy’s gaping hole to accept any more of the toy. Fair enough, he supposes; the noodle is over three feet long, nearly as tall as Liam himself. There’s no way to get the whole thing inside. Still, he’s pretty proud of how much he managed to cram in there. It’s well over a foot, and the straining, twitching gape of the boy’s hole around it is a very pretty sight indeed.
“Now,” says Jackson, “let’s get back to your brothers. Come along.”
Liam looks over his shoulder, eyes wide with pain and fear. He hesitates for several moments, but when Jackson continues to look expectantly at him, he starts to push away from the wall. As soon as he’s stopped bracing himself, the boy immediately cries out and collapses to his knees, unable to move with the sheer mass of the penetration forcing his rectum open.
Jackson smirks. “Well, that’s okay. You can crawl, then. Like a little doggy. Come on. Woof woof.”
Still whimpering, tears streaming down his face, Liam begins to crawl back towards his brothers. Every step is clearly agony for him. Jackson licks his lips with sheer delight as the boy slowly, painstakingly makes his way back towards the pool’s edge, the noodle hanging out of his ass and dragging behind him like some kind of obscene tail.
When he finally gets back to his brother’s side, Liam collapses into a heap on the ground, unable to support himself any longer. Jackson smiles and goes back to check Luke again. While he was working the pool noodle up Liam’s ass, the boy had slid down another few inches on the cone. The sheer width to which his asshole is being forced is frankly astonishing. Jackson can’t help but smile. He could probably stuff a whole cantaloupe up the boy’s ass at this point if he wanted to.
Hopefully his muscles will stay that stretched for a little bit. With a sick grin, Jackson lifts Luke swiftly up off the cone and lays him out on his back on the floor. Then he slides him forward, impaling his ruined, wide-open asshole on the other end of the pool noodle sticking out of Liam.
Unlike with Liam, it takes no effort at all to get Luke’s ass to stretch around the girth of the noodle. They’d fucked him so far open that the toy slides right in. Then it’s just a matter of working the boy down onto the toy bit by bit, like sliding a hand into a particularly tight glove. It’s a little tougher without the ability to brace against the wall and given that his brother is currently speared onto the other end of it. But once again Jackson is patient and wiggles him down inch by inch, cramming more and more and more of the toy inside him until Luke starts to groan and fight weakly.
Finally, Jackson can force no more inside. He stands and brushes off his hands with satisfaction, surveying his handiwork.
The boys are not quite butt-to-butt on the toy; there’s still nearly a foot or so of the ridged plastic between them. But they are both remarkably stuffed, impaled on either end of the thing like pigs on a spit and once more whimpering with the pain of it.
“A beautiful sight,” Damien murmurs. Jackson can hear the grin in his voice as well.
The process of forcing the toy into the boys took long enough that Jackson is finally hard again, his cock eager and hungry for the boys. At this point though, he’s loath to remove what he’d spent so much work getting up inside them. Well, that’s fine; they have other holes he can use.
Jackson returns to the boys and coaxes them onto their knees, facing away from each other. He kneels down in front of Liam and once more takes the soft strands of the boy’s hair between his fingers, grabbing brutally tight. With a sigh of satisfaction he slips the head of his cock between Liam’s lips. “Suck on it,” he commands, content for now to let the boy manage on his own without further direction.
He hears a snort to one side. “Well,” says Damien, “we can’t very well throw off the symmetry here, can we?” For the first time since his entertainment began, the young man rises from his chair, walking around to kneel in front of Luke. With an almost elegant gesture he reaches into his underwear and pulls out his own cock. Jackson is astonished to see that it’s comparable in size to his own, at least as far as he can tell in the few seconds before Damien forces the cock into his brother’s mouth. He seems to follow Jackson’s lead and also grabs the boy tightly by the hair.
“Now,” says Damien. “Fuck his face. Hard. Choke him if you need to.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. He doesn’t much care for being ordered around, but this particular command he’s happy enough to oblige. With a sharp tug and a mighty thrust of his hips, he slams his cock down Liam’s throat. The boy gags, new tears pricking to his eyes, but Jackson gives him no time to relax. He follows instructions and begins to slam mercilessly into the boy, giving no quarter.
Damien sets a blistering pace, and Jackson does his best to keep up. ‘For the sake of symmetry,’ he thinks, smiling to himself and grinding his balls against Liam’s lower lip.
Damien also apparently has a great deal of stamina. Jackson is ready to come again fairly quickly, but Damien is like a machine, pounding away at his brother’s mouth over and over. Jackson grits his teeth and tries to hang on as long as he can, sliding in and out of Liam’s mouth at breakneck speed. But eventually it’s too much for him. The warm, tight press around his cock is too intense to bear for so long, and his hips buck helplessly as he unloads his seed down Liam’s gullet.
He lets his cock slowly soften in the boy’s mouth as he watches Damien continue to fuck his brother’s face. The man is an animal. Jackson tries to console himself with the fact that he’s already come once that afternoon, so it makes sense that he couldn’t last quite as long for his second round.
But even Damien can’t last forever, and eventually his hips still and his balls twitch and he too pours his jizz down one of the twin’s throats. He lets out a long, pleased sigh as he does, clutching the boy’s face so close that his nose is pressed into the older sibling’s pubes.
Damien sits still with his eyes closed for a few more seconds after he finishes coming into his brother, before finally standing up and smiling pleasantly at Jackson. Jackson is almost disturbed by how unruffled the man looked; like he could walk straight from here into a business meeting if he needed to.
“Thank you for your services,” Damien says, zipping himself back up into his pants. “I appreciate what you’ve done for the boys. We’ll give them a few more minutes of penetration and then I really should take them home. It’s getting late.”
Jackson licks his lips. “I don’t suppose you’d care to stay late with them after swim class again some other time?”
Damien taps his lips thoughtfully. “Perhaps. We’ll have to see though. They already have a number of other... appointments to keep.”
Jackson’s eyebrows rise as he looks back at the two boys still impaled on either end of the pool noodle, their wrecked assholes distended and dripping. He wonders what sort of workout they’ll be getting from the next stop on Damien’s list.