Straight Twinks Novels & Stories

"Thanks. I appreciate it." "We stick together around here," Princess said softly, giving me a warm, reassuring smile. "Trust me, this school can be a lot, but—" "Well, well, well…” It was the sweetest, perkiest voice I had ever heard. Princess froze, her smile instantly evaporating as she gripped her textbooks tighter. Paris’s mouth went slightly slack beside me. We all turned. Tiffany Sinclair was strutting down the hallway like it was her personal runway. Up close, she looked even more perfect—flawless tan skin and bright blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail that swayed with every step. The girls trailing her looked like her little clones.

“But we’re nowhere near done with you yet.” Damian gave her clit one last slow lick, making her twitch, then rose to his feet. Both twins stood over her now, towering and powerful, their identical cocks standing proud and thick—long, veined shafts with heavy balls drawn up tight. They were easily eight inches, maybe more, and so perfectly matched it was almost surreal. Shania stared up at them, chest heaving, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. Her top was bunched up above her breasts, leggings tangled around one ankle. She looked thoroughly debauched already, and they had barely started.

I did just that. I parted my lips and let him slide in. He tasted Salty. Hot. Thick enough to stretch my jaw. He didn’t push too deep at first, he just rocked gently, letting me adjust to his thick cock with a pink cap too. Behind me, the other twin slapped my ass… hard. The crack echoed and my ass cheeks shook. “Aww look at that sweet ass shake for me.” “Focus,” he growled. “You’re getting fucked at both ends now. Don’t slack on either dick.”

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

Jake snarled, slapping Jon's ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The twins had Nina on all fours, her belly round between them. Evan's massive hands gripped her hips, his Aryan muscle flexing as he buried his thick cock in her cunt, while Stefan's darker, equally powerful frame pressed against her back, his shaft stretching her ass. Their identical grins were feral as they took turns claiming her, her moans muffled against the sheets. Downstairs, Todd's worries ended when Rico shoved him face-first into the gym mats.

It’s not like him to be so hands-on or want me glued to his side like this and Gino is watching with interest while depositing his own drink on the table. I have a moment of alarm, a pang of doubt as I remember brothers from high school and how they were famed for group fucking the same girl; that was their kink—brotherly banging one girl at one time and my eyes dart from one to the other in alarm. If Gino likes that kind of thing, maybe Alexi is willing, even if he does have me on a sex ban. Is that what twins deem appropriate because they are technically from one cell and half of one person?

Their reputation preceded them, they were rarely seen without a beautiful woman attached to their arms, Kelly did not know it but all these women had been used for one thing, sex, and she was about to join them. The Twins liked to share their women using her together but at the same time if the woman said no she was sent on her way immediately they did not need to rape them. It was not something they did unless it was a punishment for a rival, then said rival would be beaten and forced to watch as the Twins used his wife/girlfriend/daughter in every way they wanted. The fact that it was the two of them and they always got a kick out of making these women do exactly what they were told and th

I said, awkwardly and not knowing what to do with my hands. “All right go get ‘em girl,” she said, and turned to run off. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t watch her lucious ass that was barely contained in those little shorts… “Hey 27, got a minute,” she yelled. I drew a deep breath and looked up to see the twins staring at me. There were easily two dozen pigskin tramps out here, and I hadn’t seen them look at a single one. It almost made me feel … made me feel like…

the first twin whispered directly into her left ear, his breath cool. "Including you," the second murmured into her right ear, his lips brushing her skin. Their hands guided her, four hands moving as one, to a low, polished table in the center of the room. They bent her over it, her upper body resting on the cool wood, her ass raised high and presented. One twin positioned himself behind her, his dick now fully hard and pressing against her slick, well-used entrance. The other twin coated his fingers with oil from a small vial on the table and began to massage it into her tight rear opening with meticulous, patient circles.

Teddy leans in close, rocking her hips around my fingers; the ones still lodged inside her wetness. Trish moans. She wraps an arm around Teddy’s neck and pulls her in for a kiss. I gape in bewilderment as the twins kiss. There’s nothing chaste about it. It’s wet and slurpy. I shift in the car seat, pulling my middle fingers in and out of Teddy at a fast rhythm. She tears her lips away from Trish and arches her back. “Fuck. That feels so good,” she moans. I keep at it, pleasuring her.