The College Twins - Part 7 (Patreon)

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One scene describing watersports. 

I stood in the mirror in the bathroom, naked and filled with Troy's spunk. My legs ached from the fucking that I'd given myself, and my back did too, but it was none of that, that bothered me.

The silicone cage kept my dick completely flaccid, and even when I strained, it only proved to make the cage twitch. I'd never even heard of one of these things before, and yet I was wearing one and Troy had the key.

The thought excited me, but worried me as well. How long would I have to wear it? It had been less than ten minutes, and already I was desperate for release. Would he make me go an hour? Two? A trail of cum leaked from my used hole and down my thigh, and as I wiped it up, the door swung open and I froze.

"Mornin', Boy" Jake mumbled, and even though his hair was messy and his eyes were still half closed, he looked extremely hot standing there in just his boxer shorts.

He glanced at me holding my crotch with both hands, and grinned.

"Did he put it on?" He asked, yanking my hands away from my junk, "no shit", he chuckled, and continued toward the toilet.

I made to walk out, but Jake called me back.

"Come look at me piss" he said, stretching, and as much as the idea should have made me sick, I felt the cage flex.

I walked sheepishly back over, and stood next to the young hunk at the bowl.

"You know you'll have to sit down to piss from now on?" He smirked, "why don't you give it a go?"

I looked up at him and cocked a brow, but he was already guiding me onto the toilet. I sat facing him, feeling very uncomfortable indeed, and then watched with wide eyes as he slid his hand into his underwear and produced his large cock from the waistband.

"Go on" he nodded, "piss".

I squinted at him, but now that I thought about it, I did need to go. I leaned forward to conceal myself, but Jake pushed me back. He was gentle, yet firm.

"No privacy anymore, Boy" he grinned, and as he did, I felt a splash of warmth against my chest and watched, almost horrified, as his morning piss began to soak into me and wash down my growing abs and caged cock.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel nice, and evidently my dick felt the same. It swelled in the cage, bulging through the holes as Jake doused me in hot urine. I felt my own piss tinkle out of me and spray from the cage into the bowl. As weird as it was, it was one of the kinkiest things I'd ever done.

Jake smiled at me as he continued to empty his bladder, until finally he shook his long cock, spraying me in his droplets, and tussled my hair.

"Umbrella" he said to me, and flushed the toilet as I sat, dripping and horny below him.

"Umbrella?" I repeated, and glanced at the window to see clear skies.

"If you want something to stop, or if you want everything to stop, say that word to either me or Troy".

The handsome young man slipped his beautiful cock back inside his boxers and turned around.

"Oh by the way" he added, as he reached the door, "I want that ass again. You can't just tease me with it once and expect to get away with it" he grinned, and I watched him as he left.

As I stood in the shower and washed away the piss, cum and sweat from my morning antics, the ever growing feeling of dread hit me again. If it wasn't Troy and it wasn't Jake, there was only one other possibility. The thought made my stomach cramp.

Had he somehow been mistaken? Did he think I was one of the twins? I was in Troy's bed after all, but he was married with kids, surely he wasn't gay? My mind raced as I washed, and continued to race as I sat downstairs across from him in the kitchen.

"Sleep well?" He asked, sipping from his coffee, and now everything he said, I questioned.

"Why wouldn't I have slept well?" I asked suspiciously, and he frowned at me.

"Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, hey sport?" He chuckled, elbowing my little brother, and glancing at me, confused.

"Sorry" I groaned, "just a bit tired".

"Well there's nothing like a swim to wake you up" he beamed, draining the cup, "mom already packed you stuff, we're leaving in ten".

I nodded. Swimming was one of my favourite things to do, and even though I was a grown man now, I still preferred when my dad took me.

He'd been a competitive swimmer for years, ever since he was a kid. He didn't swim in competitions anymore, but he still liked to get out once or twice a week. My dad had always been an athletic man, and if I grew up to be half as shredded as he'd been at my age, I'd be doing well. As much as he'd grown into his dad bod, he was still in relatively good shape.

It was almost an hour later, when I followed my dad through the hot, steamy changing rooms of the swimming pool, when I realised the situation I'd just put myself in. The facilities were old, they were the same ones that he'd used when he was my age, and for some reason, perhaps nostalgia, he refused to go anywhere else. What that also meant, was that these changing rooms were old school.

There were no stalls or walls for privacy, because I guess privacy didn't exist back in the seventies or eighties or whatever. It was one relatively large room with a wooden bench running through the middle, and some lockers either side.

When we arrived, four burly men wearing nothing but beards stood talking to each other with their dicks hanging out below their bellies.

"John, Mack" my dad nodded, and the men nodded back.

I'd changed here hundreds of times, but never with a cage on my dick. I was one of the youngest guys to swim here, given that everyone else my age opted for much more modern facilities. Dad smiled at me as he shed his clothing, and I stood there awkwardly.

"Everything alright, buddy?" He asked, sliding his jeans down.

No, everything was most certainly not alright. I stared back at the man who might very well have been the person who had fucked me, and I did so with a silicone cage wrapped around my junk. I cursed the twins in my head.

"Yeah" I nodded, and began fumbling with my t-shirt.

I needed to buy some time. I needed to get my dad and these other guys to leave before I changed. Turning around simply wasn't an option, because behind me, two more old men stood naked and chatting. What was it with old guys being naked?

My cheeks slowly burned more red, and then my eyes fell on my dad's naked body. I couldn't deny that he was still very fit. I could still see the abs under his tanned skin, though they were a lot softer now, and were growing more so every year. His thick, hairy pole hung underneath, and for a moment I stared at it.

He pulled his swimming trunks on and stood up, cocking a brow as I stood there, still wearing trousers.

"Are you sure you're okay, Dan?" He asked seriously, and I snapped from my daydream.

"Yeah" I said, fingering the waistband and hoping he'd at least turn around while I did. He stood there however, not exactly watching, but not looking away either.

I gulped as I began to slowly lower my pants down my legs. The cage was reasonably well hidden under my boxer briefs, but before long, they'd be gone too. How on earth was I going to be able to explain this?

The men remained behind me, and I wanted to punch them. Why couldn't they just fucking stand somewhere else? Everywhere I looked, men in various states of undress were piling inside the changing rooms, and my fucking dad continued to wait for me.

I had nothing other than my underwear left to remove, and just as I began to slide them down, one of the men spoke up.

"Hey Mike, remember guy who used to drink up in Sailors? The one with the weird tattoo on his neck?"

As my dad turned to reminisce, I took the fleeting opportunity and yanked down my underwear, quickly replacing them with my trunks. The bulge of the cage was quite visible under the tightness of the fabric, but I wondered if that was just because I knew it was there. I adjusted myself, and sighed with relief.

There was still the matter of changing back into my clothes after the swim, but I'd cross the bridge when I got to it. For now, I could enjoy myself.

When my dad and John had finished discussing the various ways in which prison tattoos could be given, I followed him back out toward the pool, but not before I felt a hand on my bare shoulder.

"I like a kinky boy" a man whispered in my ear, and when I turned around, Mack Allen, a very close friend of my dad's, stood sneering down at me.

I gulped.