“Oh, fuck,” Cole moaned. “That’s it, baby, take it all.”
Chris tightened his throat around Cole’s cock, and waited a couple of seconds, until his brother began squirming beneath him, and then slid his mouth up and down the big cock. Cole always dripped a large amount of precum, and Chris couldn’t get enough of it. The sweet, silky fluid tasted like honey on his tongue, and he craved it like a baby craves milk. He lapped at it hungrily, and swallowed the thick pole back into his throat.
“Damn, dude,” Cole gasped. “I can’t take much more of that. I’m so clo …”
Chris wrapped his lips tighter around Cole’s cock, and slid his spit-covered middle finger deep inside his brother’s ass with no warning.
“Fuuuuuucckkk,” Cole groaned as he covered his mouth with one arm and grasped the side of the bed with his other hand.
Three huge spurts of warm cum splashed against Chris’ throat, and he swallowed them as fast as he could, not wanting to miss a drop. He loved the way the thick, warm load tasted and felt in his mouth, and his own hardon begged for release as he slid it between his belly and the comforter while he gulped down the sweet jizz. He continued sucking on the slowly shrinking cock until he’d gotten the last drop, and then slid up Cole’s side and cuddled up next to him.
“Now it’s my …”
“Shhh,” Cole said, and hugged his brother closer to him. “What’s that noise?”
Chris lay perfectly still, and cocked his head to one side. “What? I don’t hear anything.”
Cole pushed him to the side of the bed, and jumped up and walked over to the window. “Oh, my God, I thought they were supposed to be at the Hoppers’ until late tonight.”
“Mom and Dad?”
“No,” Cole said as he reached down and pulled on his jeans over his naked ass. “George and Barbara Bush.”
“They weren’t supposed to be home until…”
“Yeah, that’s what I just said.”
“Sorry. The blood engorging my cock is keeping me from thinking straight. Come on, man. Suck me off. I need to cum.”
“Are you kidding me? They’re right downstairs. For all we know, they heard us a few minutes ago.”
“No, they didn’t. Come on, dude. You can’t leave me hanging like this. My cock is about to explode.”
“Oh, my God!”
“What?” Chris said, and trotted over to the window.
“That was absolutely the most boring fucking party I’ve ever been to!” Mary Anne Andrews kicked off her heels and stretched out across the lounge chair next to the pool. “Who would have thought that anyone with that much more money than God could have such little personality?”
Richard Andrews laughed as he took off his sport coat and draped it over another chair, and pulled his shoulder-length, chrome-colored hair into a ponytail.
“Boring, and stupid as a lobotomized prairie dog,” he said as he leaned down and kissed his wife. “Christ, why did we go to that fucking party again?”
“Because they donated 100 k to the shelter. As much as I hate them, the shelter really needs that money, and I’m the only one who can get them to fork it over. So, I’ll kiss their ass anytime I need to. I have no shame.”
“That’s what I love about you, dear.”
Mary Anne laughed, and leaned her head back as she took a deep breath. “Do you think they’ll really go through with it?”
“The Hoppers?” Richard asked as he shucked his pants over some shrubs next to the pool and stretched out naked across his plastic lounge chair.
“No, baby, not the Hoppers,” she said with a sigh, and looked over at her husband. “Holy shit, you are hot. I love your cock.”
Richard smiled mischievously, and pointed it at her.
“The boys, silly,” she said, not taking her eyes off of her husband’s long, thick cock. “Do you think they’ll really have the pool party? They’ve never asked for anything like that before. And they asked us not to be here. I thought surely I’d misunderstood. But I didn’t, right? They really did ask us to disappear?”
“Yup, that’s what they said.”
“Oh, thank God. I was afraid I was suffering from hallucinations. It was almost better than sex.”
Richard raised one eyebrow and stroked his cock to semi-hardness.
“Okay, maybe not. But it was better than chocolate. I’d almost given up on any hope for normalcy with them.”
“Stop it. They aren’t that bad.”
“That’s the problem,” Mary Anne said, and stripped off her blouse. “They aren’t bad at all. They’re so fucking good and perfect and polite. How many times did we leave town for the weekend while they were growing up? A hundred? Not once did they throw a party, or sneak any of our liquor or get arrested. And I haven’t once found a condom or any porn in their room, and believe me, I looked.”
Richard laughed, and grabbed his trousers. He pulled a joint from the front pocket, and lit it. “I’m sure you did, honey.”
“Where did we go wrong?” Mary Anne asked dramatically. “I mean, really? You can’t get any more liberal than us. We went to Berkeley, for crying out loud. We’ve been arrested for protesting and trespassing. We don’t believe in God. And just look at us. We’re sitting outside naked at midnight and smoking pot for fuck’s sake. How did we raise the two nicest, sweetest, most boring kids in the world?”
“Honey, the boys aren’t boring. They’re just really nice, and a little conservative.”
“But how?”
“It’s not a tragedy, darling. And look on the bright side. They are having a no-parents-allowed pool party this weekend to kick off their going away to college. Maybe they’re growing up and will get into a little trouble.”
“I sure as hell hope so. Now, stop bogarting that thing,” Mary Anne said, and reached for the joint.
“Mom! Dad!”
The floodlights suddenly filled the backyard with blinding white light just as Mary Anne took a lungful of smoke. Her eyes bulged as she saw her two sons standing in the doorway across the pool with their arms crossed.
“Oh, shit,” she screamed as she tossed the joint into the pool, and jumped behind the nearest shrub.
The last week of high school was always a frenzied and chaotic whirlwind of hormones, egos, and emotions. Bradley Sebastian High School was certainly no exception, and in fact enjoyed the reputation of rewriting the book on Black Hole Week—the last five days of school in which teachers and superintendents swore that the universe sucked all signs of intelligence and decorum from the students and left them unruly microorganisms of underbelly sea life.
The twins had printed up thirty invitations to the pool party, and had spent the past week carefully planning out the list of people they’d grace with one. They weren’t part of the in crowd, but they weren’t considered nerds, either, and their family had way too much money to be a part of the considerable trailer trash group. They didn’t touch drugs, so the stoners were confused by their presence in