Get on my knees.

I never thought in a million years that I'd be fucking twins on my first day at ISU. Sexy twins? Now that was just too goddamn much.

I get on my knees, and Oliver and Andrew step up to the plate and take off their shirts. They're both wearing cargo shorts, and I start by unbuttoning Andrew. With one hand, I feel up the fabric, pleased to find that he's pretty damn hung. Underneath the cargo shorts, he's wearing blue plaid boxers. Those don't last long when I pull them to his ankles and let his 7" uncut cock spring free. I take him into my left hand and start stroking his length as I do the same to Oliver, the only difference between them is that Oliver is wearing wearing green boxers instead of blue. I gently pull those to the ground as well, and happily notice that if anything, Oliver's cock is actually bigger than his brother's. It would probably require further study to be sure.

With both of their massive hard-ons in my hands, I slowly stroke them off and glance up. Above me, they're in the middle of an extremely passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I'm guessing that this probably isn't the first time they've fooled around together, and that thought drives me over the edge.

Andrew puts his free hand on the back of my head and guides his massive cock into my mouth. I shift his foreskin back and licking his slit, moving my tongue in tiny circles over his head. Andrew gives a groan of approval. My left hand works his shaft, and my right continues to stroke his brother's, who's leaking precum at this point.

Andrew's hand grabs some hair on the back of my head and he pulls me off of him, and roughly pushes me onto his brother's tool. The taste is the exact same. I lap up some of Oliver's precum, enjoying the intoxicating scent of his musk, before wrapping my lips over my teeth and taking him in as well. I mirror my actions from before, taking as much of Oliver as I can fit in my mouth while stroking Andrew off with my left hand.

I move my free hand down to my shorts, unbuttoning to relieve some of the pressure on my waistband. My rock-hard boner thanks me, and instead starts pressing against the fabric of my gray boxer briefs. There's a wet spot where I've been leaking precum.

Above me, Andrew and Oliver have stopped kissing and are focusing on me now, really enjoying the show.

"Holy shit, Mark's mouth feels amazing," Oliver says between heavy breaths.

"I know," Andrew responds. "How about we take this a step further, bro?"

Andrew grabs the back of my head again and yanks me off his brother's yearning cock. Oliver's hands pull my t-shirt over my head, and the pair of them lead me over to the futon, where they put me on all fours. Andrew's on his knees right in front of me, and he pulls the back of my head closer to him, until my mouth is wrapped around him again.

I feel Oliver's hands pull down my shorts and underwear, letting my cock freely drip precum all over the fabric of the futon. He gropes my ass, massaging it, before spreading my cheeks and pushing himself to my hole. Gradually, he presses himself into me, stretching my ass with his girth. It takes him probably a whole minute to fit his whole length inside me, but by the end of it, all of my pain has turned to pure pleasure, and I only want him to keep going.

I take Andrew's cock out of my mouth and turn my head around to his brother, whose head is thrown back in bliss. "Fuck me, Oliver," I whisper.

Evidently, I don't have to tell him twice. I turn back around as Oliver pulls himself back, then pushes in again, rubbing his hot cock against my prostate and sending waves of pleasure through me. I put Andrew's cock back into my mouth and reflexively moan from Oliver's thrusts.

Andrew grabs the back of my head again and pushes himself farther into me, reaching the back of my throat. His brown pubes hit my nose and his full sac swings against my chin as I wrap my lips around his base. He brings his hips back and forth, slowly picking up speed before eventually facefucking me. I can barely breathe as Andrew's massive length slams into and out of my mouth, while his twin plows my ass and pushes me forward.

Oliver takes a hand from my hips and wraps it around my rock-hard cock. I'm so damn sensitive at this point, I feel like I'm already about to cum.

Andrew beats me to the punch. "Ugh. I'm gonna blow." He pulls himself back so my lips are wrapped around just his cockhead, and I catch my breath for a splitsecond before Andrew's cock bucks and a huge load of cum shoots into my mouth. He groans loudly as wave after wave of salty jizz bursts from his length. I swallow what I can, but some of it drips out of the side of my mouth and down onto the futon.

With Oliver's hand stroking me, I cum buckets onto the futon as well. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body as one of the best orgasms of my entire life subsides. Unconsciously, the muscles inside of my ass contract, and that's what gets Oliver off.

He pushes inside me for one last time, and I feel his cock twitch as he fills my ass with a torrent of his hot jizz. He falls forward onto me and we fall together onto the sofa, the heat from his chest radiating into my back. I feel like a slut, and it's incredible.

Oliver slowly pulls himself out of my ass, and I'm left with an odd, empty feeling. "Why didn't you let me finish you off?" he asks his brother. "You know I would've."

Andrew sits down on the futon, his bare thighs brushing against my head. "We can do that anytime. I figured Mark might want a shot at it." He tousles my dirty blond hair.

I feel a hand slap my ass, more playfully than harshly. "I've gotta say, Mark," Oliver says as he heads over to the pile of clothes and puts on his green boxers. "You're a fantastic lay. Probably even better than Andrew."

"Hey!"

I laugh and slowly sit up, feeling a bit of Oliver's cum drip out of my used hole. "You guys, though. You're something else. I haven't been fucked that well since... probably ever, actually."

Oliver picks up my underwear, as well as his brother's, and hands them to us. "Anybody else sweaty? Like really sweaty?" Andrew and I don't have to answer, since it's fairly obvious. "Who wants to test out the showers?"

I glance at Andrew, who looks like he's waiting for me to respond. A small devilish grin plays over his face again.