“Hey Bowdon, nice tits!” calls Derek from across the locker room.
Ethan Bowdon grabs one of his large, round pecs in each hand and makes an exaggerated kissy face in the cat-caller’s direction. “What’s wrong?” he mocks back in a sing-song voice. “They turning you on? Can’t help yourself?”
Ethan’s twin, Evan, turns from where he’s been changing out of his sweaty post-practice clothes. He grabs the large bulge of his crotch through his soccer shorts and thrusts his hips towards Derek. “He’s just jealous ‘cause we’re so much better-hung than him,” he says with a sneer.
The boys are very well-hung, it must be said, but the size of their chests is also worthy of comment. Ethan and Evan are twins with a particular complex: they cannot stand to be outdone by one another. Their competitive nature manifests in a variety of ways across their lives, but the biggest perhaps is their physical fitness. Not content to let their twin get the upper hand, the two have worked out incessantly their entire adolescent lives. The result is physiques like body-builders: bulging pecs that could almost be mistaken for breasts under their clothes, rippling abdominals, and thighs that could crush a watermelon.
The other boys on the high school soccer team often make snide remarks about it, but the twins’ confidence cannot be shaken, and they always laugh it off. They regularly note to each other how their teammates’ eyes tend to follow them around, lingering on their chests or glancing down to their asses when they think the twins aren’t looking. Jealousy is certainly one explanation. Or, perhaps, half of one.
Ethan swings a casual arm around Evan’s shoulder, eyes still on Derek. With the other hand he grabs a handful of his twin’s chest himself. “What do you think, Lieberson?” he asks. “You too horny for a room full of naked guys? Want us to put on a show for you?” He sticks out his tongue and wiggles it in Derek’s direction.
Derek’s face flushes red and he finally turns away. “Fuck off,” he grumbles as the twins dissolve into laughter.
This sort of exchange is nothing new. The twins make their way into the showers with the swagger of male adolescence, confidence radiating from them like a musk. Ethan’s arm lingers around Evan’s shoulder slightly longer than strictly necessary before they separate under neighboring showerheads to clean themselves off.
This is somewhat more new. Lingering touches, and lingering glances. Ethan notes the way Evan’s eyes glance at the round globes of his ass before darting away again. Evan sees the way Ethan’s gaze lingers on his crotch before he snaps himself out of it.
The thing about knowing you’re the best, is that a carbon copy of you must also be the best. Both of the boys are aware of it. They know they’re attractive; they turn all kinds of heads of all genders and ages. So of course it’s normal that they would find each other attractive as well, right? No shame in recognizing when someone is good-looking. Obviously. Especially when it’s yourself.
So if Ethan sticks his ass out a little to show off, there’s no particular intent to it. If Evan takes a little extra time soaping up his monster of a cock, playing with it a little, what’s the harm? They are both the picture of youthful appeal: rivulets of water cascading down from their blond hair, following the lithe contour of their spines and the generous swell of their bottoms, dripping into the tight crack between.
The boys don’t say anything to the rest of the team as the other dozen or so soccer players finish changing and file out of the locker room. Instead, they take their time toweling off, neither commenting on the other’s roving eyes.
They’re alone when they make their way to the bike rack on the edge of the school’s sports complex. It’s a crisp, cool fall day, the breeze cold on their necks as it caresses their still-damp hair. Ethan clears his throat. “So, what do you think of that porno Isaac sent us?”
Evan shrugs, but doesn’t meet Ethan’s eyes. “I only really skimmed it. I think he’s full of shit. The main actress doesn’t look like us at all, other than she’s blond. He’s just being an asshole, as usual.”
“Hm, maybe,” says Ethan noncommittally. “I’d be curious to see for myself though. You know, see what he was thinking. Maybe it’s worth watching for its own sake.”
“Sure,” says Evan. “I can pull it up on my laptop when we get home.”
There’s a tension between them here that wasn’t there a year ago, or even a few months ago. Neither of them really know what to do about it. Normally they tell each other everything. They have no secrets. They’ve even watched porn together before, and talked about what they want to try when they finally get to have sex. Unsurprisingly, their tastes are very similar, although perhaps they both exaggerated a little about how daring they would be in an attempt to show off for the other.
The orange leaves of autumn rattle in the breeze as they bike home. The boys have only recently started junior year of high school, but they’re already champing at the bit for more freedom, ready and eager to get out to college and break the chains of small-town suburban life. The guidance counselor has told them it’s time to start thinking about the schools they will apply to. Do they want to go to the same school, or start exploring different alternatives, going their separate ways? They haven’t really given it much thought yet.
The strange awkwardness lingers around them as they head back to their parents’ house. The suburban house is large, but holds a larger family. In addition to the twins and their parents, they also live with their younger brother Russell, who just started middle school, and their uncle—their mother’s brother. The house is stuffed full, leaving the twins sharing a room.
The boys pull to a stop in front of the picturesque white picket fence and dump their bikes in the yard. Their father will almost certainly yell at them later to lean them up on the porch properly, but it’s a habit that’s surprisingly hard to break. They wave at their neighbor raking his leaves and make their way inside, shouting a brief cursory, “We’re home!” for anyone who’s listening before dashing up the stairs to their bedroom.
As promised, Evan pulls out his laptop as soon as they arrive, setting it up on the desk. Ethan takes a moment to lock the door as he does so, just so no one wanders in while they’re looking at porn. Isaac is in Evan’s fourth period math class, a former member of the soccer team himself before he quit to focus on orchestra. He apparently swears up and down that the female porn star in this particular work of eroticism looks just like the twins. Ethan had been incredibly skeptical of the claim to begin with when Evan had told him, but he’s still curious.
He sits on the edge of Evan’s bed as Evan hits the play button on the video and comes to sit next to him.
The intro to the porn is boring and cheesy as hell, as most porn intros are. Something about a fancy hotel and the rich owner giving a free room to a woman who... got lost? Had her wallet stolen? It’s unclear, but mercifully short. The action really starts when the two leads meet in the elevator and the woman insists she has to “thank” this businessman for his generosity.
Evan was right: the busty woman on screen doesn’t look a whole lot like either of the twins, at least as far as Ethan can tell. As the man hits the emergency stop on the elevator and the woman starts taking off her clothes, Ethan watches her intently with a critical eye.
“Yeah, she’s just fucking blond,” he confirms. “What the fuck?”
“Isaac claimed she was really buff,” says Evan. Ethan doesn’t have to look over at him to know that he’s rolling his eyes. “Which she’s totally not. Like, seriously. What, she has, like, slightly visible biceps? Come on.”
Ethan snorts. “Seriously. She’s not even that good-looking. Like, we’re more attractive than she is. Sure, she’s got some boobs I guess, but look at how tiny her ass is. Flat as shit. Ours are way better.”
Evan gives a playful slap to the side of his own round, juicy bottom and laughs. “Oh just wait, we’re actually better-hung than the guy, too.”
“You’re kidding,” Ethan says incredulously. But sure enough, seconds later the rich businessman unzips his fly and takes out his cock for the woman to suck. It’s big, but not as big as the twins’. Ethan bursts out laughing. “Seriously?”
The two continue their derisive banter for a bit, but subside into just watching the film as the now naked woman gets down on her knees and begins to suck off the still mostly-clothed businessman. The room is quiet except for the sounds of slurping and breathy moans.
As the businessman pulls the woman up from the ground and forces her face-first against the elevator wall, the twins pull out their cocks and start jacking off. It’s unclear which of them makes the move first; it’s as though they both just decide to do it at the same time. It’s not like they haven’t masturbated in each other’s presence before. They are, after all, two teenage boys who share the same room. But they haven’t quite done it like this, sitting next to each other on the same bed. They don’t make eye contact as they watch the two porn stars fuck.
“Just how grateful are you?” growls the businessman on the screen before pulling out of the woman and then casually switching his cock to her asshole. The twins gasp as he starts to push back into her. Evan gulps audibly. Ethan’s breathing is erratic.
“It’d be-” Ethan stops and swallows. “It’d be better if his cock was bigger though,” he manages.
“Yeah,” says Evan. “More like-” he pauses as they both realize they’ve turned to look at each other’s cocks, gazes hungry. Ethan bites his lip. Evan lifts his hand tentatively.
They both reach for each other simultaneously, extending a hand into each other’s laps. They gasp as their fingers touch each other’s cocks.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Evan comments.
“Yeah, probably not,” Ethan agrees.
They don’t back off. Instead, they start to stroke each other’s cocks as they continue to watch the porno. It feels undeniably strange to touch someone else’s cock, but also surprisingly natural. After all, their brother’s cock feels basically the same as their own, and they both know just how they like it stroked.
They both start to moan, trying to keep it as quiet as possible so as to not disturb anyone else who might be in the house. Ethan scoots over on the bed so they’re sitting closer, as close as they can, thighs touching to give them the best access to each other’s cocks. Evan pauses to swing one leg up onto the bed and bring it around behind Ethan’s back, pushing his crotch into Ethan’s hip and bringing them even closer together.
Ethan quickly follows suit, turning towards Evan so they’re sitting crotch-to-crotch, able to press their cocks up against each other. Each of them lays a hand on the pair of massive members, rubbing up and down one side. Their fingers barely brush around the girth.
On the screen the businessman is now fucking the woman’s ass in earnest as she begs for more, but the boys’ attention has wandered away from the video. They’re now much more absorbed in each other, in their collective hands on their collective dicks and the steadily-mounting pressure in their balls.
The woman on the screen moans at escalating volume, mounting into screams as the man shouts, “I’m coming! I’m coming up your tight ass! Take it all!” The twins crash into each other like a wave, faces meeting as they kiss open-mouthed and sloppy and hot, tongues wandering everywhere inside and out.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m-” says Evan. “Me too,” Ethan agrees.
And then they’re coming in massive spurts, shooting all over their chests and stomachs, drenching their torsos. It takes a long time, until by the end they’re well-coated in the stuff and panting from the exertion.
In the video, the businessman has finished up round one and is apparently ready to take the woman up to his penthouse to continue the festivities on a proper bed. Evan reaches over and hits pause on the player. The twins stare at each other. The smell of cum is thick in the air between them.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Evan asks.
“That we should probably stop this before we go any further and do something we can’t take back?” Ethan asks.
“That too,” Evan says. “But mostly-”
“What it will feel like when I fuck your ass?” Ethan finishes.
Evan scowls. “I was thinking the other way around, actually.”
Ethan shrugs and pushes Evan down on the bed. “We can switch off.”
Evan scowls, rolling them over so that he’s on top. “Yeah, fuck that. If one of us is going first, it’s gonna be me. The porno was my idea.”
“It was Isaac’s idea,” Ethan reminds him, rolling them back until they’re both on their sides, facing each other.
The two are silent for a moment, glaring at each other in a test of wills. Once again their rivalry flares, neither willing to concede to the other. Maybe this particular aspect shouldn’t be a sticking point, but they’ve come to blows over much less. Their competitiveness is second nature, a pattern they easily fall back into.
Finally, Evan says, “Maybe there’s some stuff we could do together? Like, at the same time?”
Ethan nods. “Sure. We can try something like that.” He grabs his brother’s hips and pulls them flush against one another. His hand reaches behind to cup his brother’s deliciously round, juicy butt cheek and give it a squeeze. A perfect handful. Much better than the porn star’s.
Evan reaches between them and smears his hand through the thick layer of cum on Ethan’s abdomen, coating his fingers. Then he too reaches around his brother’s hips for access to his ass.
Anticipating his brother’s actions, Ethan hurries to coat his own hand in their mutual cum as well, so he doesn’t fall behind. He reaches behind his brother once more and they both simultaneously push a moistened finger up against the pucker of each other’s holes.
“Mm,” says Evan, “that feels kind of weird. But not bad.” And he starts to push his finger inside his brother.
Ethan groans and follows suit, forcing his own digit as deep as he can into his brother’s passage, trying to get fully inside first. He smirks when the sharp thrust of the action forces a groan out of Evan as well. “Yeah?” he says teasingly. “You like that?”
“Oh fuck you,” Evan grouses. The complaint is a little too breathy to have any force behind it, but he compensates by underscoring his words with an abrupt second finger plunged into Ethan’s anus.
“N-no fair,” Ethan whines. “That’s playing dirty.” He hurries to add his own second finger, and they begin to fuck each other with the digits, each trying to outdo the other with force and intensity. The room is filled with tiny wet squelching sounds as they breath into each other’s mouths and relentlessly ram their fingers down each other’s holes.
Eventually they both add a third, their bodies beginning to shake with pleasure as their cocks wake up and start to harden once more. They kiss again, just as sloppy and uncoordinated as before, plunging their fingers as deep into each other as they’ll go and wiggling them. Each new pleasure makes them all the more determined to get the upper hand on the other, to give as good as they’re getting.
Finally they wrench away from each other. Their cocks are fully hard once more and rubbing up against each other with desperate want.
“We should suck each other off,” Evan manages, voice somewhat hoarse.
“Fuck, you think we can do that?” Ethan asks. His pupils are blown.
Instead of replying verbally, Evan pulls his brother’s fingers out of his ass, removing his own fingers from Ethan’s passage as well, and turns around, moving his head down to Ethan’s crotch and bringing his own dick up to hang in front of Ethan’s face. “Yeah?” he asks once he’s settled, checking if his brother is ready.
“Hell yeah,” Ethan confirms, grabbing up his brother’s cock and forcing his mouth down over the head.
Evan gasps, but refuses to be outdone. He too lowers his lips onto his brother’s cock, sucking it into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. At the same time he once again reaches behind his brother and resumes fingering his ass, going straight for three fingers of insertion this time. On the one hand it feels a little different doing it upside-down, but the tight hole is also much closer and easier to reach now, which compensates.
Moments later he feels Ethan’s fingers slide back into place up his own ass as well, and they continue to finger-fuck each other’s holes as their mouths get used to this new task.
Their cocks are musky from coming, and thick enough to easily fill each other’s mouths. Both endeavor not to choke, not wanting to show weakness in front of the other.
With the hand not fingering Evan’s hole, Ethan reaches behind Evan and once again grabs the soft mound of his ass, kneading the flesh firmly and reveling in the enormous roundness of it. He can’t help but wonder if other people enjoy his own ass so much when they look at it. Evan, meanwhile, reaches under his brother’s cock and deftly fondles his balls, giving them a light but playful squeeze. He is rewarded with the feel of Ethan gasping around his cock.
The boys attack each other’s members, each struggling to get more and more down their throat. The sheer size of the phalluses are a lot to handle when neither of them has ever deep-throated before, but their innate desire to compete spurs them on. Each twin forces his brother’s cock further and further inside with the determination that got them their excessive physiques in the first place.
Ethan manages to find Evan’s prostate first, brushing up against the area without specifically trying. At the sudden jolt of pleasure that rocks Evan’s body, Ethan thrills with a sense of victory. He hurries to attack the area again, deliberately stimulating it with his fingers.
He’s rewarded with Evan bucking hard into his mouth, but also with immediate retaliation: moments later Evan finds Ethan’s own gland and pushes against it shamelessly, milking pleasure from Ethan’s body in turn.
The two don’t have much hope for lasting after that. Between the sheer stimulation of the finger-fucking and the overwhelming pleasure of lips and tongue and throat greedily sucking them down, they come again quickly.
At first they begin to come in each other’s mouths, but neither one can handle the sheer deluge of cum that gushes forth. They both pull back and cough, closing their eyes as spurt after spurt of jizz coats their faces, covering their noses and eyelids, getting into their hair, dripping back down into their mouths and past that over their chins, down onto their necks and shoulders.
They both cough as discreetly as they can, trying not to appear like they can’t handle their brother’s orgasm. Finally they sit up and tentatively meet each other’s gaze. They both smile sheepishly.
“That was good, but...” Ethan starts.
“I still really want to fuck your ass,” Evan finishes.
Ethan sighs. “Maybe we could flip a coin or something?”
Evan’s mouth pulls to the side as he falls into thought. They both sit silently for a moment. Finally Evan says, “Well, okay, hear me out. What if we used different holes?”
Ethan frowns. “We just did that. And I mean, it was cool and all, but-”
“No,” says Evan, “I mean, what about not ours? We’ve got two cocks, and Russell’s got two holes...”
Ethan pauses, considering this. “Huh. I mean... that might work. We’d still have to take turns in his ass, but at least we could both be fucking at the same time instead of one of us getting fucked and not the other. I mean, he’s not as good-looking as us, obviously.” He reaches forward and grabs one of his brother’s enormous pecs in his hand, enjoying the feeling of thick muscle under the skin. “But we’d still have each other’s bodies to look at. You think he’d go for it?”
“Who cares?” says Evan. “It’s not like he’ll tell anyone.”
This is undoubtedly true. Their younger brother Russell is notoriously shy and quiet; the brothers have played countless pranks on him and he’s never once told their parents. There’s no way he would talk about something like this.
“Okay,” says Ethan after another moment of thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m horny as shit. Besides, anyone else should feel privileged to get fucked by someone as gorgeous as us, right?” He gets up off the bed.
Evan smirks and watches his twin’s butt bounce cutely as he walks to the door. “I call ass first, since it was my idea,” he says. He can’t see Ethan’s face, but he knows his brother is rolling his eyes.
Ethan unlocks the door and cautiously peeks into the hallway, making sure that no one is there before he sticks his still cum-covered head out. “Hey Russ,” he calls, “can you come to our room and settle a dispute?” It’s something they often ask of their little brother; the twins regularly find themselves disagreeing over even little things, and Russell has long since been the official tie-breaker. It makes him feel important.
Ethan closes the door again and waits. Moments later there is a soft patter of footsteps in the hall outside and the door handle turns. Russell lets himself into the room and Ethan steps up behind him, quickly and quietly closing the door and locking it once more.
“What is it this time?” Russell asks. Then he pauses, wrinkling his nose. “Ew, why are you both naked?” he asks. “And why does it smell so weird in here?”
Stepping up behind his brother, Ethan lifts the little boy up and sets him on the bed. Evan immediately begins pulling off his brother’s pants and underwear as the boy’s eyes widen and he begins to struggle.
“We need you to settle a dispute,” says Ethan cheerfully, climbing back onto the bed behind him. “Whose cock feels better inside you? Be honest.”
“Wh-” Russell starts to ask, but Ethan gives him no chance to finish, instead grabbing his head and forcing his cock into the little boy’s mouth. Russel panics and thrashes and tries to back up, but Evan is already behind him.
At first Evan just rubs his enormous cock up and down the crack of Russell’s ass and watches as Ethan pushes his cock relentlessly deeper and deeper down Russell’s throat. He can see Russell choking on it, but Ethan doesn’t let up. He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside, the entire monstrous length impaling his little brother, balls resting against the boy’s lips.
Evan grins and takes his own cock in hand, lining it up with the pucker of his little brother’s ass. With a sigh, he starts to push forward.
Unfortunately, the spit from his previous blowjob has dried fast. The resistance is far greater than he expected. He pushes, straining, and manages to get the head of his cock to disappear up inside his brother’s ass. But the scrape of it is painful and only becoming more so.
“Fuck,” he grouses, “there’s not enough lube. He’s way too small and tight. Let me use his mouth for a second to slick back up.”
“No way,” says Ethan, already starting to thrust his hips in and out, fucking his brother’s face. “You were the one who wanted to do his ass first.”
Evan makes a small grumbling sound of annoyance. “Fine,” he says. “You can have his ass first. I’ll just do his mouth for now. That work for you?”
Ethan grins. “Well, if you insist.” Grabbing hold of Russell by the boy’s shoulders, he yanks his cock out of the boy’s throat in one fluid motion, leaving him coughing and sputtering and gasping for air. He makes quick work of swinging the boy around before plunging back inside him almost as quickly. Russell squeals as he is impaled; Evan quickly slaps a hand over his mouth to keep him from alerting the rest of the house. Ethan groans as his cock disappears inch by inch into the boy, slowing down when it’s about halfway. “Fuck,” he says, “you were right. He is super tight.”
Evan rolls his eyes, but removes his hand and takes advantage of the hole put in front of him. He doesn’t plunge quite as far into Russell’s mouth as his brother did right away, instead choosing to gradually slide down the boy’s throat bit by bit.
“Just relax,” he tells him. “Breath through your nose.” He continues to push, inexorable, until he’s just as balls-deep as Ethan had been. He sighs in pleasure.
Buried to the hilt now in either end of their brother, the twins’ eyes once again meet. They both grin and reach for each other. With Russell spitted between them they can’t quite reach far enough to finger one another again, but they both grab onto each other’s asses, squeezing the ample handfuls of each cheek. They sigh and drink in each other’s forms, appreciating the muscled planes of the other body, the thick pecs and arms, the tousled hair and still cum-soaked faces.
“See?” says Evan. “Told you it’d be good.”
Ethan says nothing, but reaches up to draw his brother in for another kiss as he begins to thrust in and out of Russell’s body.
They make out leisurely as they fuck the boy from both ends, coordinating the movement of their hips to ram into him at the same time. Russell whimpers and cries and tries to squirm away, but there’s nothing he can do. The movements and vibrations only serve to further pleasure the twins’ cocks.
Having come several times now, the twins have much less need to finish quickly. They savor fucking the boy, staring lustfully at each other as they thrust, each pretending that Russell is the other twin, consumed with want for the mirror of their own bodies. They impale him over and over, their pace starting slow and quickly becoming bruising.
“This is so fucking good,” says Ethan after nearly half an hour. “Maybe we could get... I dunno. A double-ended dildo or something? So we could both try getting fucked at the same time too?”
“Hah,” says Evan, panting slightly from the exertion of thrusting into his brother. “Or we could just let the soccer team fuck us. You know they’re desperate to.”
Ethan snorts. “That’s true.” He thinks about it. “Well, maybe. Maybe we could let them fuck us while we’re 69-ing or something.”
“Fuck,” says Evan, “I think I’m close. I know I said you could have his ass, but how about we both come in his asshole at the same time?”
“Are you kidding?” Ethan’s voice is heavily laden with skepticism. “His little virgin hole can barely fit one cock, let alone two.”
“Not so virgin any more with the pounding you’ve been giving it,” Evan points out. “Come on. We could fit both if we really try for it. Bet you?”
Ethan is never one to back down from a challenge. “You’re on!”
Evan pulls out of Russell’s mouth, leaving his lips red and puffy, his cheeks stained with tears. Together, the twins lift him upright as best they can, still impaled on Ethan’s cock, his back to Ethan’s chest. Evan eagerly positions himself between the boy’s legs.
It’s true what Ethan said: Russell’s poor hole is only barely accommodating one monster cock. But Evan is not one to back down from a challenge either. He starts slowly working at Russell’s anus with his fingertips, coaxing it slowly and impatiently wider until he can slip a digit in beside his brother’s cock.
“Man,” Ethan groans, “that feels weird.” He’s stopped thrusting, focused intently on these new sensations.
Evan continues his ministrations; it is no quick process. For several steady minutes he works at the edges of Russell’s hole, pushing and coaxing and pushing and stretching until finally he manages to slip a second finger inside.
Then his attentions begin in earnest. With two fingers inside, Evan alternates between wiggling them and pulling, each time bracing his hand against his twin’s cock to try to wedge Russell’s hole open as wide as he can. Each time the boy’s hole stretches a little wider, opens just a little bit more, until Evan can even squeeze a third finger inside.
“Shit, I’m gonna get soft again if you take too long,” Ethan complains, although he doesn’t seem to be showing much sign of it. If anything his hips occasionally buck involuntarily forward at the light brush of Evan’s fingers against his shaft.
“Bear with it,” Evan insists, continuing his efforts.
He fingers his brother another several minutes, persistent in his strategy. Plunge in, pull open. Plunge in, pull open. Bit by bit, Russell’s hole widens to accept further intrusion, accompanied by soft, pained whimpers from the boy himself. Four fingers now; Evan can nearly get his whole hand inside the boy. He starts yanking with more and more force, prying the boy’s hole as wide as he can.
Finally he lines his cock up with the entrance once more, pushing the spongy head up against the boy’s forcefully distended orifice, shaft-to-shaft with his brother, but still it won’t go in. Evan swears while Ethan smirks.
“I told you,” Ethan insists.
“He just needs a little more lube,” Evan insists. “Hold on, I’ll go get something. Can you hold him open so he doesn’t clench up while I’m gone?”
Ethan grins, and the boys take a second to coordinate. As Evan slides his fingers out of Russell’s hole, Ethan slides his own inside, replacing them quickly. The additional stretch of the switch even lets him fit just that little bit more inside, until his entire hand is resting with his palm against his own shaft inside Russell’s body, as though he was about to jack himself off inside the boy’s hole.
Evan laughs. “See? Look how much we can get inside him. Now let me just...” He trails off as he moves over to the nightstand next to the bed, just out of reach. He squirts himself a generous handful of the lotion he usually uses for jerking off, quickly coating his cock with the lubrication. Moments later he’s back behind Russell, his greasy fingers once again seeking out the boy’s hole.
“You want me to pull my fingers out?” Ethan asks, already starting to draw back.
“Hang on,” says Evan. “Not all the way. Here, leave a couple in while I just-”
As he talks, Evan slips two fingers from his own hand up inside Russell’s hole, sliding them in where his brother’s fingers leave a bit of a gap. He pauses for a moment to adjust to the tight muscle trying to strangle the immense penetration inside it. “Now,” he says, “you pull that way and I’ll pull this way...”
The twins pull in opposite directions, stretching Russell’s hole wide and gaping. It’s not exactly empty, with Ethan’s cock and a number of fingers still inside, but the boys are insistent with their pressure and it’s enough. Evan lines his cock up with the stretched hole and once more starts pushing. Russel screams; or he would, were his face not so tightly mashed against Ethans’ chest.
It’s still tight—unbearably tight—but this time the head of Evan’s cock actually manages to slip inside the ring of muscle. Evan hurries to bury himself inside, sliding up the length of Ethan’s dick and continuing to work Russell’s asshole with his fingers, stretching and guiding it, until finally he manages to coax it fully around the shaft and onto the spear of the second phallus.
Then it’s a long, slow slide inside. The boys withdraw their fingers to make room and Evan pushes, forcing himself deeper and deeper into Russell, his rock-hard rod driving into the boy alongside his twin’s. He groans and gives one last extra-long thrust to seat himself as deep inside as his brother, and then grins.
“Well?” he asks Ethan. “Shall we continue?”
The two of them start thrusting once again into the super-tight, stuffed-to-bursting orifice. The pressure is so intense that they have no choice but to start slowly. One benefit is that they can get closer together now, with Russell’s body smushed upright between their well-toned torsos. They find themselves sneaking their hands around behind each other once again, finding each other’s asses and once more dipping their fingertips into the orifices. They can’t get as deep as they could before, but there’s still the added extra thrill of pleasuring one another directly, toying with each other’s holes and seeing the effect it has on the other.
“Oh. Shit.” Ethan pants, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “It really does feel like I’m fucking you. This close.”
Evan leans in to kiss him and makes a noise of agreement as he fucks hard into his little brother. Their hands roam, return to fingering each other, roam once more as they lose themselves in each other, feeling each other’s bodies inside and out. They forget about Russell between them, staring into each other’s eyes and imagining they’re fucking each other at the same time, each thrust bringing them closer together.
As Russell’s asshole is forced to loosen further and further, their thrusts speed up. They don’t talk now, lost in the blissful sensations of feeling and imagining each other’s bodies. Faster and faster they fuck the little boy’s ass, harder and harder, practically suffocating him between them as they try to hold each other close until finally they’re coming and coming and coming.
They flood Russell’s ass. A positive tsunami of cum gushes into the boy, immediately leaking out and puddling all over the bed. They pull out as the spasms continue in endless waves, splattering first onto Russell’s abused hole and cheeks, then his back as he collapses, then each other once again. Cum coats their thighs and drips down the sides, sliding down their legs as though they had indeed come into each other. Their collective orgasm seems to just go on and on, longer than either of them have ever come before, until they’ve practically drowned their little brother’s body in the stuff.
Finally the two boys collapse with a sigh on either side of Russell, panting hard and trying to catch their breath. The boy between them stirs only vaguely, too worn out to make any further protest or try to get away.
“That was fucking fantastic,” Ethan says eventually.
“Told you we could both fit in his ass,” Evan says, unable to resist an ‘I-told-you-so.’
Ethan shrugs. “Fine,” he says, “you were right. We should totally do this again sometime.” He looks down at Russell’s heaving back. “Well?” he asks the boy. “What do you think about the dispute? Whose cock was better?”
Russell doesn’t respond. Evan smirks. “Guess we wore him out. He got too lost in the pleasure to pay attention to who was who. He’ll have to make the call next time we fuck him. We’ll have to put more effort on making a distinction between how each of our cocks feels in him.”
Ethan’s smirk is the perfect mirror match to Evan. “I’m sure we can get him to make a call eventually, if he tries it enough times. We’ll just have to set up a regular schedule for him.”