Standing with his uniform practice pants untied and peeled open at the front, his near 12-inch long erection jutting straight out like a solidified club from an under the balls jockstrap tuck, Carlos' hands were buried deep in Justin Li's glossy black hair as Justin's head bobbed frantically back and forth, his mouth sliding up and down the length of Carlos' massive boner. Several thoughts instantly went through Dalton's mind. Fear. Confusion. Betrayal. Excitement. But before Dalton's brain could decide how to respond, his cock stiffened in helpless arousal.
Clasping his hands to his mouth in absolute shock, instantly aware of the moisture and musky smells in his hands after just covering himself, Dalton gasped, inhaling the rank odors, cringing in his disbelief. Carlos looked up at the same moment Justin's head pivoted, his mouth pulling away from Carlos' stiff pole so quickly it made a loud slosh and popping sound as his lips freed the soaked mushroom head.
"That's ... that's nuts!" Dalton shouted, noticing the slickness on Carlos' erect spike. "You ... you were giving him a ... a blowjob!"
"Yeah, you're right," Justin said, giggling. "I was. Carlos tastes so good I just couldn't wait! And Carlos knows what I like almost as good as Thatcher does. He and Thatcher are the frackin' best, Dalton. So frackin' bossy, and they're both so hard to get off, too. Aren't you, Carlos?"
"Only 'cause you weren't makin' it wet enough," Carlos stated as he scratched at his balls. He laughed, and raising one hand to his left nipple, said, "I still pumped a friggin' load down your throat, so don't gimme that shit, you little cum thirsty bitch! And I didn't hear you complainin' once you was suckin' it like the little bitch you know you are, Justin. He always this whiny doin' your's, Thatcher?"
Thatcher shook his head. "Nope. You just gotta know how to keep his mouth filled, won't hear a thing but a mmmph and an occasional gasp for air once you bury his face in your bush deep enough. Justin don't mind me holding handfuls of his hair at the back of his neck to keep him down on it, though, do you, Justin?"
Dalton tried slowly backing away, bumping into the lockers behind him, stopping from the metal clank and clink of rattled locks hitting lockers.
"Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" Carlos asked, flipping his head toward Dalton's escape attempt. "Me and Thatcher ain't lettin' you leave here without some ... excitement first. We aren't even finished up with these two geeks, are we, Thatcher?"
Dalton panicked, looking left towards Ty, and then right toward his previous blonde twin and brother, stunned by what he'd heard Carlos saying about his brother's past. A past he'd had no insight of, and no knowledge of his own frackin' twin brother ever having done anything with another guy! And with Justin Li of all guy's to be getting blow-jobs from! Thatcher hated Asian's as much as him! Now I'm one of those slanty-eyed frackin' geeky Asian gay boys! But even worse, Dalton realized, he was twin's with the geek Thatcher had been secretly getting blow-jobs from. And Justin's memories of each despicable thing his twin had done with--and to--Justin Li, on a daily basis, was instantly recalled within Dalton's own invading memories in morbid arousing detail, making him feel even hornier.
Looking downwards at the dark rigid upturned cock between his dark brown legs, desperately trying to will the stiffened 6-inch ugly boner to go soft, Dalton was too horrified by the bushy blackness surrounding its gross length to even try covering it up. He didn't hear Thatcher's answer, and was too frightened to answer Carlos' question, so he just stood completely still, dumbfounded.
"I sure as hell ain't done with Justin and Ingersol," Thatcher shouted loudly. "Get out here, Cris! You and Justin still owe me one for failin' to show this morning before attendance. And my dick has been through an amazing hour and friggin' ... 45-minutes thanks to Ty fuckin' up. Least we don't have to figure out our damn balance and walkin' problems now, Ty. But I'm thinkin' I sorta like this new twin a whole lot better, amigo. I sure hope you managed to make Carlos there my permanent bi-sexual twin brother instead of forcin' me to try and have Dalton back afterwards. We both know he was our team's big show off superstar, not me, Ty, so this'll be workin' out for me better if Dalton's taken outta the picture, forever, Ty."
"Oh, it's permanent alright, at least I think it is," Ty said, again thinking to change both Carlos and Dalton back to their own previous forms. He'd been trying to think it hard enough to happen again. But the strange tingling feelings just wouldn't return now. "I'm pretty sure Dalton's gonna stay Justin Li's own gay twin and Vietnamese brother from now on, Thatcher. I've even tried thinking him back to his younger self again, and into another jock, or even a geek, including Carlos' previous form, but ... it ain't happenin'. Nothin'."
Dalton gulped, struggling to swallow the sudden excess spit filling his mouth at the news. The change Ty had made to him was frackin' ... permanent? Then hunky Cris Ingersol stepped out of the equipment cage with his shirt draped over his shoulder. The lean, incredibly sexy cute sandy-haired blonde captain of the cheerleader squad was a muscle sculpted beauty of male attractiveness. From the dark-blonde happy trail rising upward from the bulging manhood in his skintight nylon gym shorts, to the deeply chiseled rows of beefy 8-pack abs exposed across his abdomen, 17-year-old Cris Ingersol screamed fuckable.
Females literally bowed to the Angelic creation Cris trumpeted. Unfamiliar males looked at Cris with fearful shock and awe, unsure if that pristine-looking statue of a being was even human.
But the moment Cris Ingersol spoke, all bets were off because the teenage heartthrob to most girls had such an over-exaggerated homosexual gay lisp and girlish, Swedish sing-song cadence of rising and falling tones in his effervescent voice that nobody ever doubted Cris Ingersol's homosexuality. "Why hello hello, girls! You're a forgetful beefcake, Thatcher Murdock, aren't you? I waited for you to show this morning and ... oh my, what have we here? There's an orgy going on out here and you didn't invite me, Thatcher Murdock? And is that your sexy little twin brother Carlos I see, exposing his mouthful of fun? You finally joining the sexier side of it like Thatcher, Carlos? Oh, I'll make you thrilled you finally did, my dear. One stiff plunge deep inside me, Carlos Murdock, and you'll be wantin' more and more of what I have to give you, Honey."
But he's not Carlos, I mean Dalton, Dalton wanted to shout, instead keeping his mouth shut, confused. Cris'd called Carlos, Carlos Murdock, not Dalton Murdock! So Carlos Sanchez was now Carlos Murdock? That meant his name was now Dalton Li? But was that right, Dalton wondered. Dalton didn't think it was, although it sounded right saying his name out loud. "Dalton Li. Yeah, I think that's right I ... I guess."
And Dalton couldn't not stare at the handsome blonde Junior cheerleader captain. Except for the gay Swede's voice, he was a beautiful male butt-muffin. And his sandy blonde windswept hair just begged someone to grab onto it and pound away at his ass like a rabbit in springtime.
"Both of you," Thatcher shouted, pointing at the equipment cage, and then continued, "in there, NOW! I'm not leavin' here 'til you've given me a two-point conversion for the home team, boys. And you, Ty. Better leave here before I finish, or you may have two horny little geeks goin' down on you if you're still here when I get my slaves back in order. You ever want them, Ty, you'll know where to find me. I'll even let you chose one of 'em, for your own pleasures, once. Or that one. Seems like Dalton can't stop poppin' boners now, either, Ty! Them Asian's sure do get 'em when they're around us blonde hunks. Hey! I said MOVE IT, you two!"
"Catch," Justin said, tossing his red skinny jeans and briefs to Dalton as he headed for the cage. "I'll use the back up stuff you left inside our gym locker, Dalton. I have a feelin' this's gonna take a lot longer than you're gonna wanna wait around for me. May as well take these, too!"
Two sneakers and two thin black stockings with DC logo's printed everywhere on them came flying toward him, landing nearly three feet short of where Dalton stood, staring at Cris Ingersol's shapely bubble butt as the blonde hunk disappeared inside the 30x30 cage.
But the moment Dalton pivoted and reached down to grab Justin's shirt from the floor, Carlos slammed him back against the lockers behind him, grasping a handful of his hair at the back of his neck and forcing his head backwards as his mouth firmly planted itself around his lips. The forceful kiss was instantly joined with a powerfully thrusting tongue, and Dalton nearly choked from the sudden extra mouthful of fluids he'd swallowed without a choice. Carlos' jack-hammering tongue had immediately caused Dalton's cock to swell upwards with an unavoidable stiffening curve, and much to soon before he could think what to do to get away, his hand reached out and had the blonde jock's stiff massive penis within it's eagerly stroking fist.
For nearly five or six minutes, Dalton's head swam with arousal and perversions he'd never imagined before, each one getting stranger and more detailed the longer Carlos' liquid filled kisses continued its outlandish assault inside his mouth. Dalton had never kissed a guy, or even kissed anyone as forceful and relentless as Carlos was demanding from him, but his own pounding shaft certainly responded to the persuasive aggression more than his mind would've expected. His unwavering cock was leaking an excessive amount of precum as well, Dalton sensed, shivering each time the warm rivers streamed onto and over his scrotum.
Despite Carlos' obvious arousing grunts, moans, and something that sounded like dogs growling, the blonde's large penis felt only semi-hard and erect. And by the time Carlos' mouth pulled away, leaving another mouthful behind for him to swallow, Dalton wasn't even aware that he'd lifted his hand and licked the strong musky taste of Carlos' shaft from his hand until his tongue delivered several blonde pubic hairs that he'd just as quickly swallowed.
"Good and wet," Carlos whispered, forcing Dalton's face downwards against his chest and abdomen. "Remember, the wetter it is, the faster I might finish."
Dalton's shock would've astonished his dazed and swimming brain had he not felt and seen the growing monster of this exact erection before. As it was, he'd recognized and remembered the stunningly awesome giant 12-inch length it reached fully aroused. And it was now very close to that fully erect state as his face was pressed against the prickly soaked patch of blonde pubic hairs beside and above its thick root.
"Do it, Dalton," Carlos commanded, compressing the geek's face even tighter against the salty marsh of his curly blonde pubes. "You know you're not leavin' until it's done, you friggin' slant. Besides, Dalton, you know this is what your body craves, suckin' a jock's cock for their creamy cum. You know I'm right, Dalton. And you're gonna do this one way or another before you ... oh yeah, that's my hungry little boy toy! Use that tongue for me ... right ... there. Fuckin' sweet as sugar, isn't it, Dalton? Damn, that's what I've wanted to feel you doin'. Yeah, lower. Go on, you're doin' real good. That's it, right there. You friggin' love it when it's sweaty. Mmm, there's a little taste more for you. Don't waste it! See ... you know you want it."
Horrified that he was actually doing this debauchery and absolute perversion without being able to even stop himself from gruesomely enjoying it, savoring the taste and odor filling his lungs and nostrils, Dalton cried and giggled within his mind as he wrapped his lips around the massive head. He soon gave his full, struggling helpless attention to Carlos' bloated mushroom like he'd always known exactly how to pleasure its length.
Suddenly, Carlos pushed him off the giant cap and drooled onto its thick length, grabbing a handful of his hair and immediately plunging the moistened hardness straight down Dalton's throat. Choking, almost retching at the bulging mass stretching his mouth to its unknown limits, Dalton tasted the heated saltiness of precum flowing down the back of his throat.
And again, Dalton was pushed back and off the monster penis, this time violently grabbed beneath his arms and lifted upwards and from the floor as Carlos carried him across the room as though he weighed almost nothing. Dalton knew he weighed just 126 pounds, given his slender Vietnamese body's small size and frame that'd been weighed every week by his dojo Sensei that both he and Justin had trained with up until school started.
Then Carlos' energetic thick tongue was back in his mouth again and ... Carlos was trying to lean over to see something below and ... oh no, please no, not ... not that! Dalton shouted, "NO!" inside Carlos' smothering mouth, drowning out his screams to a muffled echo.
Carlos' fat mushroom prodded between Dalton's legs, stabbing wildly against his taint, searching.
Dalton's muffled gasps and groans became a wailing muffled moan as Carlos located the target, and rammed his bloated penis' mushroom crown through the ring of oily hairs, stretching Dalton's ass muscles squeezing tight around his huge cock head's forced entry.
Within seconds, Carlos' hands slid upwards around and behind Dalton's shoulders, hands clutching the back of Dalton's head as he grasped handfuls of that long oily black hair as he readjusted his weight, and sat down. Carlos balanced the now thrashing Asian Freshman geek's lightweight frame on his stiff shaft's firmly bloated mushroom head, and without waiting, he stabbed the meaty wet mass of his tongue as deeply inside Dalton's hot mouth as possible, and let the squirming teen's weight plunge itself downward as he lifted up his crotch and impaled his boner's full length deeply inside.
Struggling to breathe and scream, and lift himself upwards off the invading stiffness of Carlos' giant penis driven deep within his rectum, terrified that his own boner was throbbing with uncontrollable arousal and an approaching ejaculation, Dalton gave up his fight to lift upwards. He couldn't fight the pleasure his whole body was now receiving, and he simply tried to prevent his curved up hardness from reaching the disgusting climax he felt still building up through it as Carlos' tongue released a drooling frenzy in his mouth.
Carlos pulled his lips away, and said, "You know I really love it when you guy's spew your cum on my hot abs when I'm fillin' your ass with my cream, dude. It's the best thing startin' every school day off with, sorta makes the afternoon one seem kinda ... weak in comparison, Dalton."
And Dalton grudgingly ejaculated the instant Carlos' tongue slid between his own lips and resumed his sloppy French-kissing. Dalton shuddered, discovering that no matter how hard he'd tried fighting the pleasures and gayness from Justin's homosexuality forcing the same gay arousal inside himself, he couldn't stop it. He soon learned the jock's single painful thrust was just the beginning. And as he lowered his hand and wrapped it around the squirting length of his own severely slick boner, slowly massaging the stiffened hardness within his foreskin extremely slowly, he realized he'd stretched out the duration of his own orgasm until Carlos started cumming.
Lifted upward slightly, and then rammed forcefully back onto Carlos' enormous shaft as the jock stabbed his hips upward to meet each dropping plunge, Dalton cried from his newfound pleasures being brutally fucked and kissed by Carlos Murdock's tireless demands. But as Carlos' hands slipped from his hair and returned to his shoulders, pulling him forcefully downward as the jock's hips thrust one violent slam upwards and stopped in pre climaxing pause, Dalton's eyes rolled backwards and up inside their eye sockets with submissive thrill as he felt the throbbing cock that impaled him squirting its powerful discharges inside his bowels.
"Stop crying, Dalton," Carlos whispered, nibbling on Dalton's lower lip. "You know we'll be doing this again tomorrow morning in the janitor's shed before classes start, just like every day, dude. You're gonna have my cum buildin' up those sweet abs you got into a six-pack before I'm graduating in May, Dalton. You have seven more months of my sweet cream pumpin' your abs bigger, dude, so don't get all emotional on me. You're all mine whenever nobody's around to see us together, Dalton. D'you wanna show me you're sorry for cryin' like that by lickin' underneath these guns for me? I bet you'll still taste 'em when you're walkin' home, dude."
Dalton cried even harder when Carlos raised his arm, exposing his sweaty blonde armpit. The memories inside his head told him this was Carlos' form of punishment for his crying. And wiping the wet tears from his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, Dalton shuddered in submission as his face was roughly compressed up against that moist jungle of bushy blonde armpit hairs. Dalton deeply inhaled the peppery body odor's tang before lapping up the salty sweat his entire being craved even more than swallowing cum. Carlos' cock throbbed even harder in his ass whenever he made those deep groaning inhaled breaths and tongue-licking slurping sounds. Without even realizing what he was doing, Dalton lapped his tongue across Carlos' hard chest, stealing every salty line of sweat he'd found, and then quickly burying its length deep inside Carlos' other armpit and loudly breathing in the stronger musky odors before changing his licks into actual sucking slurps against the pit's moist flesh to suck up every drop of Carlos' tangy perspiration.
"You keep doing it like that, Dalton," Carlos snickered, listening to the once blonde Adonis football player sucking what was once his own fantasy to force a weaker teen to suck his sweaty armpits, adding, "You're gonna make me squirt more cum in your ass if you keep it up, dude. In fact, you just made me decide to punish you with an even longer punishment for not stopping them crybaby tears already. We have a home game this Saturday, and I got the keys to the scoreboard's little causeway, so you're gonna meet me there right afterwards and suck off every drop of my sweat from my entire body, including the hair on my head, Dalton. That'll teach you to keep cryin' around me, dude. So, it's a date then, our first, okay? But if I'd known you did such a good job suckin' my sweat, I would'a let you suck my pubes before I fucked your ass, dude."
Dalton couldn't think clearly anymore. His mind told him he didn't want this, that he wasn't gay or into being fucked, but his body was loving it so much he'd already climaxed twice. His disgusting sheathed cock was still rock hard and leaking cum, and Carlos' massive cock was buried so deep inside he'd expected to see the thing moving, bulging out his abdomen as it's climaxing spasms finally finished. Carlos' nasty kisses should've made him throw up, but it seemed that the more spit Carlos fed him the hornier he got.
As the blonde jock's orgasms finally subsided, Dalton finished up by sucking on the tongue pressed inside his mouth, eagerly slurping at and sucking the warm length of Carlos' tongue until the jock finished climaxing.
"Friggin' easy fuck," Carlos said, lifting Dalton up off his crotch and releasing him. Remember to meet me out in the shed first thing tomorrow morning, dude. If you don't show it'll be much longer at lunch time, and you know I'm not gonna piss beforehand, so ... bring an extra towel or two."
"Right," Dalton replied, recalling Carlos' sex perversion and torture for disobeying. Dalton shivered as he stepped away, his ass tingling and spilling Carlos' excess cum. "I'll be there, Sir, don't worry."
"I'm not the one who's gonna be worrying, Dalton," said Carlos, sliding his football shirt on. "You will be if you forget, dude. Six-forty-five on the dot, Dalton. I'll have my hot cream ready for your tight ass. And I could use another one a them pit baths, dude. You're so good at them I'll run the last few miles so they'll be just how you like 'em."
Dalton shuddered from the sticky stream running down the inside of his leg, but he did know exactly what Carlos meant. He did enjoy the jocks more when they were sweaty and deodorant free. Their odor, especially the hunky jock Carlos now was, was extremely fragrant. Both Carlos and Thatcher never used anything on their armpits, so both pits would stink until they made him or Justin clean their odor out every morning, with their tongues.
And as Dalton raced from the forbidden football team locker room dressed in Justin's clothes, he didn't notice the dampness in Justin's briefs until he'd started running, giggling that Justin had always given him the most nasty pair of underwear to use after swapping identical outfits again. That was another of Dalton's pleasures now. He loved wearing his twin's dirty clothes, just like Justin craved switching and wearing his, too. They often impersonated each other, him becoming Justin and Justin pretending to be him just to have fun with their teachers or other students at school.
But as Dalton began his two-mile romp home, still stiff as a metal pipe, his mind wouldn't stop reminding him he was much different once. He was the handsome blonde football Senior jock, Dalton Murdock, not Dalton Li. He wasn't a greasy, long-haired Vietnamese 13-year-old geek boy-toy for them. But ... this body felt right somehow, and his cock sure did love entertaining and satisfying those sweaty blonde football studs stiff fat cocks.
Unfortunately, this is who I am now, Dalton shuddered, tears spilling past his wide nostrils. Guess I'll just give it my best and .... NO! Oh gosh, not another one! And before Dalton's mind could think of something else to distract him from the blonde jocks giving him another orgasm, he felt his cock swell as he ejaculated again.
And as Dalton inserted his key into his front door's lock, he heard the car pulling up into the driveway to drop off his younger twin brothers Elias and Connor from wrestling practice, turning and waving at their 5th grade blonde wrestling coach seated behind the wheel. Man, he's a hot stud, Dalton thought, smiling his bright white smile at the grinning hunk. And sure enough, the blonde stud winked at him as Elias and Conner reached him and the two 11-year-old twins wrapped their bony arms around him in a playful sweaty embrace.
Hopefully, Dalton thought, Justin'll be home and save me from playing with his little brothers alone. They can be a major handful to control by himself, and Dad wouldn't be home from his bartending job until long after the boys' 9pm bedtime. So Dalton and Justin would be left alone to care for the four younger siblings inside their tiny shared single bedroom once 8 and 10-year-old Riley and Rufus were dropped off from their Karate class.
At least their Xbox still had internet service, Dalton hoped, ruffling the wet black stripe of Conner's faux hawk thick hair. The boy's hair was soaked with perspiration, and as usual, Connor smelled like he needed the long overdue shower each of the Li sibling boys were prone to. Shower's only once a week, their Dad, Reginald, demanded. "Hot water's just too darn expensive," he'd say. "Besides, you six rugrats are nuttin' but a drain on the paycheck, so two minutes apiece or it'll be that whippin' stick on you little brats. Blame your damn mother for that inna-cona-veen-yance, goin' an' dyin' on me from that der-sease, s'tead 'a watchin' you's all. Never shoulda married that bitch and had you little gay queer boys. Not one a you's got 'alla my black genes, and a course you all got her damn genetical's, s'tead 'a my gooder African looks."
Dalton ushered the two boys inside the two bedroom trailer, locking the thin metal door behind them, wincing from the stale body odor smells within their tiny home. A pile of empty beer cans and empty frozen pizza boxes greeted Dalton's arrival at the door. Dinner tonight would be his favorite, peanut butter sandwiches and mac and cheese. Course, Justin'd want his to be topped with pecans, but those were mashed up and used for their breakfast cereal the past three days, so plain mac and cheese was in for tonight.
"Wanna learn some new holds?" Elias questioned, peeling off his sweatshirt, revealing the wrestling singlet he still wore beneath. "Coach spent some extra time with us after practice today, showed me and Connor some mad cool take down holds with both of us. Even you won't squirm free, Dalton. And I know you like it when me and Conner pin your ass down, helps gettin' that cum flowin' quick, too. Justin said he'd be wearin' Connor's, so you get mine. Put mine on right now, bro. I see your poppin' one already, and you know I'm gonna wanna see it doin' it again. Can't wait for mine to do that, too, but, at least I can feel what it's like, with yours until mine does it, too. Then maybe I'll do it, Dalton."
"You're such a gay boy already," Connor said, walking into the tiny kitchen area and drinking the remnants from the beer cans on the countertop. "You probably are doin' it already, suckin' him off at night I think. I've heard you doin' it, Elias."
"So! I've heard you and Justin, too," Elias said, peeling his singlet down over his waist. He wrestled his legs from the moist nylon singlet. "Ain't prove your gay unless you include kissin' and shit!"
"Watch your mouth, Elias," Dalton said, staring at his brother's muscular preteen body. Elias had the build of a hot jock's body already at 11-years-old. Dalton wasn't gonna complain or refuse his brother's attention. "I have heard it, too, Connor, and there's nothing wrong with kissin' another boy, you two. It's the other things that'll make you totally gay ... you know, the ass stuff."
"Ew, gross," both preteen twins said together. Elias continued, and said, "I'm not doin' that shit! So yeah, suckin' on guys cock's and kissin' might be kinda gay, so what, I'm cool with that, but I'm not ever lettin' some guy inside my back door. We've seen all them porn videos on the internet showin' guys doin' other guys."
Dalton said, "You better not let Dad catch you two. I showed you how to clear your history and go incognito on those porn sites. And you better not be lettin' Riley see 'em. He's like only 8-years-old, Elias! But I know Rufus' watched 'em with you two, and that ain't real cool, either. 10-year-old's shouldn't be watchin' two guys do stuff, and I said, watch that trash mouth, Elias. And what the heck is up with ... your singlet, Elias? It feels like it's frackin' soaked! And NO! I'm not wearin' your jockstrap ... leave it ... okay, fine then. Don't say I didn't warn you! It'll get all sticky!"
"Justin loves wearin' mine!" Connor shouted, grasping the front of his crotch and jiggling it. "He'll make it drip his juices for me, even if he makes me beg him for him to do it, though. He's like such a homo sometimes if you're not awake, Dalton. I wish I could sleep in your bed instead of with him and Riley."
"If you let uncle cut your stupid hair like mine you could've, Connor!" said Elias, brushing his hand against his two-inch wide spiked faux hawk's center stripe. "Nobody'd know you and me apart if you spiked it. Everyone thinks Justin and Dalton are each other all the time! Why are you such a stupid shit, sometimes? Oops, sorry, bro, can't help swearin' sometimes. Coach says he likes it when we talk dirty and shi--stuff."
"Cause he's likely one a them pedo's who likes boys," Dalton stated, sliding the too tight jockstrap up into position. The snug fit exposed the black head of his stiff cock above the stretchy waistband, but soon it, as well as the rest of his junk, was covered beneath the bright yellow and blue slashed elementary school's tight moist singlet. "This thing is totally gay! You can't even cover up a boner in 'em."
"Yeah ... awesome," Elias said, sliding on the tight sweat pants he'd taken from the living room floor. "That looks totally gay on you, Dalton!"
"No! It looks gay on Connor, too, Elias. Look!"
Stripped to his yellow and blue singlet, Connor was clearly sporting a hard-on in his school's wrestling outfit as well. And the two 11-year-old twin's began madly giggling from the visible wet spot being formed at the tip of their brother's outlined cock on the yellow streak that'd settled across the front of Dalton's bulging damp crotch.
"Lemme see how it does it, again," Elias pleaded, stepping closer alongside Dalton. "Please? Pretty please with sugar on top! I wanna see it spew out this time. You said you'd let me when I was older. How come your always drippin' stuff like that? I wanna watch you do it now, before it gets too dark out. I wanna see when it gets bigger and harder, too. I'll ... I'll force you to show us, Dalton."
"Quick! Tackle him down, Elias," Connor shouted, racing around behind Dalton and wrapping his arms around his older brother. "Scissor his legs, scissor his legs just like coach Nikulov showed us, Elias, quick!"
Dalton had snaked his arms out of Connor's grasp, but not before Elias had leaped onto him and locked his legs fully around and behind his legs, sending the trio crashing to the floor. The whole trailer shook as Dalton landed almost completely on top of Connor, who was already using his hands to peel down the shoulder straps of the singlet and lower the upper half of Elias's uniform as Elias himself pressed his bare sweaty chest against Dalton's exposed chest and reached between their groins, fondling Dalton's erection.
Despite his aversion to do anything sexual with his little brothers before the sun went down, Dalton found his cock swelling from the immediate rubbing and forceful grasps around his cock through the thin material of the singlet. It wasn't a complete surprise, but it was still a shock when Connor's hands slipped inside the side openings of the singlet and reached inside the jockstrap, one hand tucking beneath his scrotum as the other hand wrapped firmly around his stiffened penis.
Slamming his head back in hopes to hit Connor's head, the back of his head smacked against the trailer floor, and Connor used the advantage to bite his earlobe. Connor's teeth locked onto the lobe as his hand freed the thick cock it gripped as Elias peeled the singlet downwards, both twins giggling and laughing as they'd both overpowered their big brother and forced him to show them what they'd both been planning all the way home on the back seat car ride with their wrestling coach.
I wasn't long before Dalton's exposed crotch was visible to both twins as he grew harder and more stiff from the frenzied arms, hands, legs and ear biting attack from the tangling wrestler holds Connor's maneuvers had put Dalton into. And despite his struggle, within seconds, Dalton was close to climaxing as both of the twins positioned themselves to watch everything.
"Do it, Elias, I dare you!" Connor yelled, his hand sliding upwards along Dalton's abdomen, his fingers soon finding their target. "Before he cums!"
Connor's fingers began pinching his left nipple painfully, and Dalton looked downwards in horror as Elias's head plunged downward towards his crotch. His young brother let loose with a raspy wet raspberry on Dalton's abdomen, lifting his face just seconds before Dalton's ejaculating ropes sprayed upwards across Elias' arm and splashed back down onto his own upper chest as both twins watched his full climax with fascinated interest.
Twenty minutes later, Dalton's struggles to escape another of his younger brother's impossibly effective holds kept his face firmly planted up against Elias's hairless abdomen. Elias' spit-moistened fingers probed moistly inside both of his ears, over and over again, his arms held painfully behind his back in Connor's arm twisting grip. His horror and shock only increased when he heard the front door's lock unlatched and the door opening, and slamming shut, still pinned beneath Connor's body as two familiar shoes stepped into view directly beside him.
The two worn-out black Osiris skate shoes were clearly being worn by ...