The College Twins - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Did I say 3 parts? I meant 5...

There was a moment of sheer panic. I stared through the crack in the closet door, my eyes round and my mouth slack. I hadn't made a noise. How did he know I was here? My stomach twisted in a knot through the silence, until he spoke again.

"Your clothes are still in the living room" he snorted, sliding his hand up and down his shaft, "you've left droplets of spunk all over my floor, and my bed's still warm".

It was as though he had read my mind. I closed my eyes and sighed, I was caught red handed and there would be hell to pay when my dad found out. There was also the horrific fact that I was completely naked to contend with.

"So come on" Jake smirked, his cock now impressively hard and reaching about seven or eight inches, "show yourself".

There was no point trying to hide anymore. He knew I was there, and the only thing I could do now was as much damage control as I possibly could. With one hand clasped firmly over my junk, and my cheeks blazing red like they never had before, I sheepishly pushed open the closet door and stepped back into the room.

"I'm so sorry, man" I groaned, unable to even look him in the eye, "I... I was just looking around, I'm really sorry".

I kept my head bowed low and my hand gripped tight as I inched my naked way back toward the door.

"Stay where you are", his voice was sharp, yet not unkind. I still froze at the end of his bed.

I could still see in my peripheral that Jake was stroking himself. If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have popped another boner, but alas, I was in for it when he told my folks.

"Move your hand" he said, and I could hear a smirk on his face. I managed a fleeting glance at him, and his eyes were narrowed, and his lip, curled.

"I'm sorry" I repeated, "I shouldn't have come in here, it wasn't right".

"Correct" he said, leaning up on his elbows and letting his heavy looking cock stand to attention on it's own, "and yet you did, so I think some form of punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Don't worry about that" I scoffed sadly, "my dad will beat my ass when he finds out".

"Well then let's make sure he doesn't find out" Jake replied, and he was on his feet now, walking slowly around his bed until he stood before me, as naked as I was, but much more impressive. I gulped.

"This is the part where you say you'll do anything" he whispered in my ear, and his voice was gentle and playful. He was playing with me.

I looked up at him awkwardly, my cheeks still puce and my heart still thumping. Was this a game?

His hand closed around my wrist and pulled it away until my flaccid dick fell out and my chin touched my chest in shame. I was pathetically small when soft, and I hadn't yet seen enough dick to know whether that was normal or not. Compared to Jake's, it certainly didn't seem normal.

"So what are you willing to do to make sure daddy doesn't find out?" Jake asked, and trailed a finger down my naked arm.

I shivered. He was too hot to be doing this. He was too straight to be doing this. My mind raced.

"A... Anything?" I said, though it was more of a question and Jake sniggered before flipping his hand around and using a finger to point my smooth chin upwards. I had no choice but to look him in the eye now.

"Are they my briefs, young man?" He asked sternly, though the slight grin on his face told me he was still playing.

I'd forgotten all about them, and as impossible as I had thought it was, my face became redder.

"S... Sorry" I winced, and held them out.

"I asked you a question, boy" he snarled, taking my jaw in his grip, firmly yet gently too.

"Y... Yes" I admitted, feeling another punch of regret.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... They're your briefs?" I grimaced, and Jake's smile widened further.

"Yes sir" he whispered, and I couldn't help notice that his scent was particularly strong today, and was already giving me butterflies.

"Yes sir" I repeated.

"So you stripped naked, broke into my bedroom, stole my underwear and jerked off on my bed?"

The whole thing pieced together like that did sound bad. I lowered my head as he let me go and sighed.

"Yes sir".

"Well that warrants a very serious punishment, I think" he said, pondering, "so why don't you start by getting on your knees".

My eyes darted back to his, and he winked at me in a way that would have easily given me a boner if I wasn't still so nervous. Get on my knees? For what exactly? Was he going to make me apologise? Beg for forgiveness? Kiss his feet? Though the more I thought about that last one, the hotter it sounded.

I slowly got down on both knees, until I was eye level with his semi-erect rod. I got a waft of musk from him, and nearly drooled. Was he going to make me suck it? If only I could be so lucky.

"You've been a very naughty boy today, Danny" Jake said seductively, and took his scrunched up underwear from my hand. "You're going to have to make it up to me so I don't tell your dad".

He opened the still-moist garment and slid it over my head, covering my nose and eyes with the ripe, wet crotch but leaving my mouth free. Every breath I took filled my lungs with his powerful scent, and made me shiver with pleasure.

I felt something cool and slippery brush across my lips, though I was blinded by the underwear. It was too large to be his finger, so there was only one other thing it could be. My dick twitched at the thought.

"Tongue out" he said, and instantly I obeyed him and pushed my tongue between my lips.

It pressed against my tongue now, back and forth until I was coated in something sticky and wet.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before, Danny?" He asked from above, and I shook my head, tasting more of the salty liquid as I did.

"Well you're going to learn today" he told me, and I felt his strong hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer until my mouth was forced open around the head of his cock.

I moaned, which was rather embarrassing. I'd dreamed of this, and more recently, I'd dreamed of it with Jake, but I couldn't believe it was actually happening.

He tasted sweet, yet sharp too. More juice weeped out of his rod and covered my tongue, and I swallowed it down hungrily. It was delicious.

"Nice and slow" he whispered, guiding my head with his hand, "you're going to be an expert cock sucker by the time I'm finished with you".

I listened to him, and sucked as slow as I could. Meanwhile, my hand tugged at my own pole, until my wrist was yanked away.

"Do naughty boys get rewarded?" He asked, and all I could do was mumble into his cock.

"If you do a good job here" he continued, taking my head again, "then perhaps you'll be allowed to cum".

I mumbled again.

"But you'll have to get permission first".

Mumble.

"From me" he whispered, thrusting gently. "And my brother".