And then they caught sight of Tyler and Dylan at the same time.
“When did Fred and Barney get here?” Cole asked as he watched the jocks throw a bikini-clad sophomore into the pool and then chug an entire bottle of beer in one breath.
“I dunno,” Chris said as they walked toward the pool. “Maybe with that last group of people about half an hour ago. They’re good at sneaking in.”
“Yeah. But who cares, as long as they’re here. Now it’s time to get to work.”
The brothers walked around the backyard, stopping to talk with those guests they actually knew. That number was definitely in the minority, though.
“Fucking hypocrites,” Cole whispered as they walked away from a small group of chatty seniors. “Did you see how that blond twat smiled and pretended she knew me from Calc? I’ve never seen her before in my life, I’m sure of it. And I’d grow a pair of tits and pop out a welfare baby before I took a calculus class.”
“Whatever,” Chris said, and turned him around to look at Tyler and Dylan, who were downing another beer as they leaned against the bar and stuck their feet out to trip other kids as they walked by. “They’re looped already. We should probably start clearing the place out, or it’s gonna be too late. They’ll pass out and have to be carried out on a stretcher in another hour.”
Loud cries of protest rose from the crowd as the twins announced the end of the party and began ushering people out of the backyard and through the side gate that allowed them to leave the party without traipsing through the house. They never lost sight of their cavemen, though, and smiled when they saw the jocks sneak behind the bar as the last of the guests were shoved through the gate and the noise of their drunk, rowdy voices trailed off as they left the property.
“Why don’t you go check out the gazebo, and make sure everyone’s gone,” Cole said with a wink as he pointed behind the bar area. “I’m just gonna shut off the light here and clean up this mess a little.”
The brothers covered their mouths with their hands to keep from laughing as they heard a drunken muttered, “Oh, shit,” come from behind the bar.
Cole walked around the other side of the counter, and pretended to be surprised as he saw the two jocks seated on the floor and leaning against the bar as they finished off a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.
“Hey, the party’s over, guys,” he said sternly. “You gotta leave now.”
“No,” Dylan said, and broke into laughter as he nudged Tyler in the side.
“I’m serious, Fred,” Cole said. “The party is over. There’s no more alcohol. All the girls have left. So come on, Barney, it’s time for you to leave.”
Chris walked over to join his brother. “No joking, guys,” he said as he stood next to Cole. “Come on, get …”
“Shut the fuck up,” Tyler yelled, as he and Dylan jumped up and pushed the boys into the yard. “We ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“This isn’t funny, guys,” Cole said as he stumbled across the backyard and toward the pool. “Stop it and just leave.”
“This isn’t funny?” Dylan taunted as he pushed the longer haired twin right to the edge of the pool. “What about this?” he asked as he pushed Cole headfirst into the pool. “Is that funny?”
“Hey!” Chris yelled.
“Hell, yeah!” Tyler screamed as he pushed the second twin into the water, and laughed as he and Tyler high-fived and strutted around the edge of the pool.
The brothers surfaced and made a production of sputtering and trying to gain their footing in the water.
The jocks sat on the tile edge of the pool, their legs immersed in the cool water.
“Get over here,” Tyler said.
“What?” Cole said tentatively as he looked at his brother.
“Shut the fuck up and get over here.” He nudged Dylan’s ribs, and nodded, and both jocks ripped their shorts off and spread their legs.
The twins walked slowly toward the jocks, and stopped a couple of feet away. “What do you …”
“Suck our dicks,” Tyler snarled.
“I don’t think that’s …,” Cole said.
Dylan lunged forward as if he were going to jump out at the brothers.
“Okay!” Chris said quickly, and he and Cole slid between the spread tree trunk legs of the football players.
The brothers had seen Fred and Barney a few times in the locker room, and so they weren’t surprised by the magnificence of the jocks’ bodies. Still, it took their breath away as they walked toward the smirking cavemen and their slowly engorging cocks. Their bodies bulged with hard, smooth muscles that seemed to flex at their own will. They weren’t the overgrown, steroid-produced muscles of bodybuilders, but the natural, hardworking-in-the-gym muscles that glistened and begged to be noticed and touched.
Though in the twins’ frequent wet dreams the jocks had thick, cut nine-inch cocks that were instantly hard and stayed that way until they’d shot their huge loads, in reality they were the most average and unassuming parts of their bodies. They weren’t small by anyone’s definition, both measuring a little over seven inches long, just not as attention-grabbing as they rest of them. Tyler’s was slightly longer than his best friend’s, and was cut and veiny. Dylan’s cock was uncut and quite a bit thicker than Tyler’s.
Chris and Cole had seen those same cocks naked in the locker rooms, but they’d never been hard, like they were now, and they couldn’t wait to devour them. In perfect synchronization, they spread the jocks’ legs apart even farther, and dropped their heads into Tyler and Dylan’s laps.
“Oh, my God,” Tyler moaned as Cole swallowed his cock in one move, and swirled his tongue around the head.
Dylan was less articulate, and able only to mutter a gut tural “unnnnhhhh” as he leaned back on his elbows and his eyes rolled back into his head.
The brothers bobbed their heads up and down the shafts of the two jocks, looking over at each other every couple of minutes and smiling with their mouths filled with cock as Tyler and Dylan grunted and squirmed beneath them. Chris swallowed Dylan’s thick cock deep into his gullet and squeezed it with his throat muscles. Cole tightened his lips around Tyler’s cock and slid his mouth up and down the shaft as he rolled the big, hairy balls in his palm.
The grunts soon turned into moans, which then turned to whimpers as the jocks pumped their cocks deeper and faster into Chris and Cole’s mouths. The brothers could sense that Fred and Barney were about to blow their loads, and probably pass out right afterward. But they hadn’t elaborately planned the pool party and manipulated getting their two fantasy guys there just to give a quickie blowjob in the pool.
“Okay, boys,” Cole said as he and Chris pulled their mouths off the throbbing cocks just as they were turning a dark red and the veins pulsed rapidly. “You’ve had your fun now. But it’s time to leave. I’m serious.”
The twins backed away from the two jocks, who stared at them dumbfounded, their jaws dropped, their eyes glazed over and staring at a point slightly above and to the left of the brothers’ faces, and their cocks bouncing uncontrollably in front of them.
“What?” Tyler said as if he’d been drugged. “You can’t …”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, guys,” Chris said. He and Cole walked to the side of the pool and slowly began to climb out. “We’ve tried to be nice, but now it’s …”
“Oh, hell, no,” Dylan said.
He and Tyler jumped up and grabbed the twins by the arms and