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Slater grunted as he slammed himself backwards once again, the slap of colliding flesh echoing around the small bedroom. What had started as messing around and a bit of light groping backstage had quickly devolved into almost mindless rutting, he could never control himself around either of the twins.
He reached backwards, wiping his left hand over the taught abs and paused for a moment to enjoy the rhythmic motion as Wyatt slammed into him repeatedly.
“What are you looking for dog” Wyatt groaned, voice stuttering momentarily halfway through as a wave of pleaded washed over him. Slater continued moving his hand across the man’s torso until he found the streaks of wetness he had been searching for. Swiping the beads of sweat with his fingertips, he withdrew his hand and sucked the beads of sweat from his fingers - making sure to look Wyatt dead in the eyes as he did so.
The move had the intended effect, Wyatt grasped the neck and chin of the twink below him and pushed him further down onto the mattress. Slater could feel puffs of Wyatt’s breath washing over the back of his neck, matching the cadence of thick member pulsing inside of him - Wyatt was clearly getting close to finishing.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, the twin dragged the submissive man’s head backwards until his lips brushed the shell of Slater’s ear and suddenly pausing his hip motions. “Tell me you want me” he whispered, nibbling gently on the other man’s ear. “P-please, pl-ah!” it came out as barely more than a whimper, as Slater squirmed atop the thick member inside him, desperate for any ounce of please that could be regained.
“Louder” his eyes gleamed and a grin stretched across his face as he made his demand, tightening his grip and slowly grinding up against other man.
“PLEASE, FUCK ME. I NEED IT PLEASE!” Like a switch had been thrown, Wyatt re-pinned the other man to the mattress and resumed thrusting - both faster and deeper than before. Less than thirty seconds later they both climaxed, guttural moaning filling the room as pulses of hot load pumped into Slater’s rear and dripped onto the mattress below.
Both spent and out of breath they collapsed onto soiled sheets together and traded brief but deep kisses. A sudden knocking on the door pulled them out of each other’s mouths.
“Give us a minute” Wyatt called out, finally having managed to calm his breathing.
“Fat chance bro, I’m rock hard and judging by the sounds coming out of there for the last 20 minutes it’s my turn!” Without waiting for a response Fletcher unlocked the door and store across the room, grabbed Slater by the hips and slid straight into the hole that has just been filled.
Slater let out a squeal as Fletcher began pounding - his delicate behind ill prepared for a second round so soon after the first. “Guh, still warm mmm” Fletcher clearly having no issues with sloppy seconds tipped his head at the other twin’s cock as it rapidly re-hardened as the primal rutting on display. “Coming to join us for a second round? He’s got two holes for a reason.” The wink that followed the statement was all the encouragement Wyatt needed, grabbing a handful of hair and guiding an excessive number of inches of thick oak into the welcoming mouth below him.
Slater was in heaven, every slam from behind pushed the cock in front of him further down his throat, whilst every thrust from the frost hilted him deeper on the flesh monster at his rear. Guttural moaning and wet slapping filled the room as the three men once again rapidly approached a climax.
“Want to finish together bro?”
“We always do twin”
The twins shared a smirk and a high five, yelling and whooping as they both thrust into the quivering man between the as hard as possible and finally tipped over the edge together, cumming thick hot loads repeatedly into hungry orifices painting the man’s inside white.
Wyatt and Fletcher both took a few minutes to calm down and extract themselves from their fellow musician.
“Whew, we did a real number on him this time” Fletcher pointed to Slater, who was still almost unresponsive lost in a haze of pleasure.
“He’s always like this when we breed him without protection, if we keep this up he might get bregnant”. Wyatt shot back only to receive an unamused look in return.
“We’re over thirty please stop making up words”. Fletcher was halfway dressed and fully unimpressed.
“Killjoy, anyway Slater bro” Wyatt shook the arm of the still horizontal man on the bed “we gotta shoot off, shit to do and all that - thanks for not leaving any hickeys this time, was pretty hard to explain that last time” a weak thumbs up was all the response he got.
The pair of twins, now fully dressed, made their way to the door before they both paused. “You know” Wyatt started, “if you behave yourself we might be able to squeeze in another ‘session’ tonight…” he tailed off, letting the others fill in the blank. “I reckon I can fit that into my schedule” Fletcher agreed, a large smug grin spread across his face. They both turned towards the final man as he sat up and swallows the last of the cooling sperm in his mouth “you couldn’t stop me if you tried” Slater shot them both a toothy grin, “but this time I’m on top!”
FIN.