When the twins get their hands on their uncle’s credit card, things start to get a little wild.
The credit card itself is nothing new; the boys have swiped it before. They try not to do it often. Their uncle is a little on the irresponsible side and generally doesn’t notice one or two small purchases a month on his card, but they know that if they buy anything too expensive or too often, he’s bound to catch on.
Before it’s been a little thing here and there: a new bike seat that Ethan wanted, a video game that Evan was excited about, a huge bag of candy eaten together in one sitting that made them both sick. But this is different. Now they’re on a mission. The floodgates have been opened, so to speak, and now nothing can stop them.
The double-ended dildo is first. It’s a monstrous purple thing with a texture like little marbles embedded in its surface and a tiny vibrator buried inside. The boys probably could’ve started with something smaller, but they’d egged each other on until they’d decided on something barely on the edge of what they could handle.
It’s due to arrive on a Saturday, and the boys sit on the porch all morning with mounting impatience, desperate to intercept the package before any adults in the household see it and question where it came from or what’s inside.
When it gets there, Ethan hurries to accept it from the delivery guy while Evan scouts ahead to make sure their path to the room is clear. Mere minutes later they’re back up in their room and impaled on it, ass-to-ass, shuddering as the massive object buzzes against their insides.
“Fuck,” says Evan, panting. It’s tough to maintain a rhythm when they have to heave themselves backwards against each other like this. “There’s gotta be a better way to do this. I really want to see your face while we’re like this.”
“Your face, you mean,” Ethan comments, but he thinks about it. “Okay, hang on, maybe can we...”
With some effort and maneuvering, they manage to interweave their legs, one each above and below the other, so that they are mostly facing. It has the added benefit of allowing them to grab a hold of each other’s thighs and pull while they thrust, adding extra vigor to the force with which they impale themselves over and over on their mutual toy. They watch each other’s sweat-soaked faces, flush with exertion and pleasure, and it feels like some sort of beast is uncaged within them. There’s no turning back now.
Other toys follow. Anal beads. Matching smaller vibrators. Plugs. Nipple clamps. It’s hard to keep the purchases spread out enough that their uncle won’t notice. Every day after soccer practice they disappear to their room instantly, and the place is quickly filled with moans and hot breath and the smell of cum. Once they begin to explore each other’s bodies, they find they can’t stop; it’s a compulsion within them. Sometimes they draft Russell to help them sate themselves, but more often they find themselves simply lost in one another, drowning in desire for the mirror of their own flesh.
The next escalation begins with the two of them lying side by side on Ethan’s bed, groaning as they turn off the small but precocious little wiggling dildoes that have just helped bring them to climax, yanking them out of each other with a deliberate lack of care.
“Ugh,” says Ethan, as he flops backwards, sweat-soaked and covered in their mutual cum. “Damn. I can’t believe we went so long without trying this. I just want to spend every minute fucking now. Sucks that we have to like, continue having normal lives or whatever.”
Evan snickers. “Yeah, I wish we could just do this instead of school. It’s rough sitting behind you in World History, just watching your ass in the chair and thinking about what I could be doing to it...”
There is a slight pause before they both look at each other, eyes wide, as the idea occurs to them at the exact same time.
“No...” says Evan in awe, but he’s clearly excited by the possibilities.
“Who’s to know?” Ethan asks, confirming that they are thinking the same thing. He looks over at the dildoes they just extracted from each other. “They’re battery-powered, and it’s not like they make a lot of noise. If we wear slightly baggier pants, you wouldn’t see anything at all from the outside. We could wear them the whole time and no one would even notice.”
Evan snorts. “I’d notice. I’d be hard all the time. You want us to try sitting through an entire class with that shit tucked up inside us, and not jizz our pants? Seriously?”
“Consider it a challenge,” says Ethan. “And then we can fuck off to the restrooms between classes and take care of it. Or take care of each other,” he adds with wiggling eyebrows. “Sure beats the hell out of just thinking horny thoughts all day and waiting ‘til we get home.”
“I guess,” says Evan, but he doesn’t take much convincing. They implement the plan the very next day, getting up slightly earlier so they can spend the morning leisurely fingering each other’s holes, slicking them up and sliding in digit after digit until they’re both moaning and gasping. They come against each other, and then, tired and loose and relaxed, slip the toys neatly into each other.
The vibrators they start with are fairly low-profile, at least for them; which is to say, about the size of a normal penis, made of a jet-black silicone. A flared base allows them to be safely left inside the boys as long as necessary, and a switch on the underside causes them to vibrate and writhe, the sound muffled into a barely-audible hum by the walls of flesh surrounding the objects.
Once they’ve caught their breath, the boys turn on the toys, get dressed, and head downstairs.
It doesn’t take long for the squirming internal attention to drive both boys absolutely bonkers. It’s bad enough at the breakfast table; it’s even worse on the bike ride into school as the movement of their thighs and buttocks rock the toys within them. By the time they arrive at the school, Ethan whispers, “Shit, I’m not sure I can take any more of this. I need to find someplace to get off, quick.”
Evan nods in agreement, and they make their way to the closest boys’ restroom, locking themselves together in a stall. They barely fit side by side in the small space, but it hardly matters as they’re instantly pressed together, chest to enormous chest, sloppily tonguing each other’s mouths while their fingers fumble to undo each other’s zippers.
What follows is perhaps the fastest orgasm either of them has ever managed. They’ve barely managed to pull each other out of their pants and roughly hike their shirts out of the way before they’re coming all over each other’s stomachs, blasting each other with pulse after pulse of hot semen until they’re well-coated in the stuff. They pant into each other’s mouths as they come down, pressed forehead-to-forehead.
“Maybe we leave the vibration turned off for now?” Ethan suggests pragmatically.
“But leave them in,” Evan asserts.
“Oh, for sure leave them in,” Ethan agrees.
They use toilet paper to clean each other off as best they can and hurry to class, barely able to make homeroom without being late for the roll call.
It turns out that turning off the vibration helps, but not as much as either of them had assumed it would. The sheer pressure of walking around impaled all day—feeling the toy shift inside them as they go from room to room, or sit down in the uncomfortable plastic classroom chairs—drives them to the bathroom to take care of themselves again and again. Even worse than the physical penetration is the fantasy of it; each time they feel a shift, both twins will think longingly of the other, imagine that same feeling of fullness and stretching driving their twin to distraction, imagine that it’s themselves buried cheerfully up their brother’s ass. As they whack off in the bathroom stall, together or separately depending on what their schedules allow, each brother fantasizes about fucking the other and being fucked by him, clenching down on the toy as he comes and imagining wringing the cum hard out of his twin’s cock.
Lunch is only halfway through the day, but both boys are out of their minds with lust by the time they reach it. They sit down next to each other on the hard plastic stools and let out a mutual sigh to hide the groan of pleasure as the toys are driven deeper into them. One of their friends, Gavin, raises an eyebrow at the two of them. “You okay?” he asks, sounding amused.
“Fine,” says Ethan. It comes out sounding grouchy, an outward expression of his internal lustful impatience. He picks at his food: an unappetizing sloppy joe with a “salad” consisting almost exclusively of shredded iceberg lettuce with a single cherry tomato.
On the seat next to him, Evan squirms in frustration, trying to find a comfortable way to sit that doesn’t drive the toy right against his prostate, massaging him to madness and distraction. The more Ethan watches him squirm, the more he can’t help but picture fucking him, imagining Evan sitting not on the cafeteria stool but on his lap, impaled and writhing on his dick.
Finally, he can’t take it anymore. He stands abruptly. “Hey Ev,” he says, “this food is gross. I’m going to grab something from the vending machines. You want something?”
“I’ll come with you and see what they’ve got stocked up,” says Evan, his voice laden with relief as he stands as well and follows his brother out of the cafeteria. Gavin waves after them as they go. “Can you get me a blue Gatorade?” he calls at their retreating forms. “I’ll pay you back!”
The vending machines are right outside of the cafeteria; a convenient location for an additional drink or snack or alternative to the school’s menu. They also happen to be right across from the base of a large, linoleum-clad staircase that rises up to a landing before twisting around to go to the second floor.
As they’re about to pass it, Evan grabs Ethan’s arm and yanks him under the stairs, pulling him into the hollow, shadowed space. There’s not much room; the space isn’t even large enough to be used for storage, but the combined width of the stairs and the closeness of nearby walls means that it’s just barely out of sight from students who might be walking down the hall in either direction.
“What are you doing?” Ethan hisses.
“I can’t wait all the way to the bathroom,” Evan hisses back. “I gotta just- just let me-”
He reaches for Ethan, who reaches back, and moments later they are on the floor, wrapped around each other and devouring each other’s lips, hands fumbling down pants. Ethan’s questing fingers find Evan’s toy first and grab at it, fucking it in and out of his twin’s hole like he’d imagined doing with his own cock just moments ago.
Evan hisses in pleasure and retaliates, getting his own fingers around Ethan’s toy and impishly flipping the switch on the base, turning it on to let it writhe inside his twin.
“Fuck!” Ethan hisses, immediately following suit and activating Evan’s own toy. Evan gasps into Ethan’s mouth, and the two attack each other with greater fervor, plunging the toys in and out of each other with a reckless abandon.
They stop abruptly as two girls wander down the hallway nearby, one tossing her head back and laughing at something the other said. From their position beneath the stairs the boys are—barely—not visible, but they’re certainly audible in the echoey stairwell. Luckily the buzz of the toys vibrating away inside of them is subsumed into the background humming of the school’s electrical and heating works. But their moans and gasps certainly would not be.
The two boys practically hold their breath as the girls walk past. Just as they’re reaching the other side of the stairs, Ethan gives Evan’s toy a good hard shove, jamming it against his prostate.
Evan gives an aborted whimper, trying his best to clench it behind his teeth. He glares at his brother with a ‘two can play that game’ scowl and reaches forward to slide his fingertips up under the rim of Ethan’s asshole, slipping three digits into his brother’s passage alongside the dildo already squirming away. Ethan bites his lip, trying desperately not to make noise.
The girls pass by, making their way into the cafeteria, and both twins heave a sigh of relief as the doors close behind them. “You asshole,” Ethan hisses at Evan.
“You started it,” Evan points out. But there’s no more room for recrimination as they resume their attentions, fucking each other with fingers and toys as they squirm out of their pants just enough to press the lengths of their cocks together, their bulging pecs smashed against each other as they rut on the linoleum floor.
“Fuck. Fuck! Suck me off!” Ethan demands, whispered into the cavern of Evan’s mouth. “I can’t fucking stand it! Please!”
“Shit,” is Evan’s only reply, but he scrambles away and turns around until his face is level with Ethan’s cock, his own member dangling meaningfully above his brother’s face. “Only if you do it too,” he insists.
Instead of replying verbally, Ethan cranes his head up and devours Evan’s cock, sliding it immediately down his throat. Evan gasps before following suit, lowering his mouth only a bit more tentatively onto the enormous girth of his brother’s cock.
As their dicks slide down each other’s gullets, each boy reaches around the now much closer hips of his twin and resumes fucking the other with the embedded vibrator, grabbing it by the base and plunging it in and out between the soft roundness of his brother’s ass-cheeks. They can only get in small thrusts; the gyrating motions of the toy make it difficult to actually pull it very far out. But what they lack in leverage they make up for in enthusiasm, ramming the toys home with as much force as they can muster.
Once each boy’s cock is fully embedded down his brother’s throat, they begin thrusting there as well, moving their hips to fuck each other’s faces. Luckily no one else seems to be passing by in the hall; the obscene slurping and groaning noises that come from both boys are highly audible and echo up the stairwell.
They’ve already come so many times today that they don’t immediately climax down each other’s throats. The sex is anything but leisurely—more desperate and crazed than anything else—but it is not brief either. The lunch period stretches on longer and longer as the boys continue to fuck each other beneath the stairs with reckless abandon.
They have to stop several more times for people passing by, each one an agony as both boys hold perfectly still with enormous cocks embedded in their throats and wild sex-toys enthusiastically gyrating inside their asses.
Each interruption delays their orgasm, and as the lunch period begins to draw to a close the interruptions become more frequent. More and more people leave the cafeteria, wanting to get to their lockers or the bathroom before class starts. Soon the boys are pausing every thirty seconds or so, a frozen tableau of debauchery.
Finally, they can’t stand it anymore. After the fourth interruption in three minutes, Ethan finally loses patience and slowly, quietly, resumes fucking his brother’s face even as the students in the hall walk right past them. Evan quickly follows suit, and the two continue their ministrations, albeit much more stealthily. They do their best to remain silent as they continue to fuck each other right under the oblivious noses of their classmates, thrusting their hips in small but vicious motions, plunging the toys quietly but vigorously into each other.
The squeak of sneakers on linoleum masks the occasional indecent groan from the boys as their movements speed up, less and less cautious as the lust fogs over their minds once more with their approaching climaxes. They thrust harder and harder into each other’s faces, burying the enormous lengths of their cocks into each other as deep as they’ll go, ramming the sex-toys as hard and far as they can up each other’s asses until finally, as the bell begins to ring, they come inside each other, forcing their sperm down each other’s throats.
The hallway explodes with noise as the cafeteria begins to empty, and the boys use it as cover to quickly dress and blend back into the exiting lunch crowd. They happen to slide back into place just beside Gavin, who scowls at them.
“Hey, there you are,” he says. “What gives, I thought you were just going to get some other food?”
“Oh we did,” says Ethan with a smile.
Evan’s grin is equally wide. “Oh yeah, we found something much better.”