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Ethan threw the ball at the wall and caught it. He did it again. And again. And again. It was soothing to hear the smack and then feel it hit his palm. It was almost as soothing as his twin's cock buried deep inside him. He turned his head to the side and stared at said twin, trying to resist the urge to mentally communicate that he wanted to be fucked. Praising his own self-control, he turned back to face the wall and threw the ball again. Begging for Aiden's cock would be pathetic. He surely couldn't lower himself to that. Right? He sighed and threw the ball again, a little harder. "I'm so fucking bored, dude. This bullshit time out from doing anything interesting is killing me. Just because I accidentally let one kid see me shifted doesn't mean we should both be punished. Plus, he just thought I was a dog. No harm done, right?"

He looked back over at Aiden, hoping he'd convinced him more than he'd convinced himself. Yeah, he fucked up. He got sloppy. But really, there was no harm done. They should both be running free right now. He sighed again and put the ball down. "You know I'm sorry, right? I never meant to fuck you over too. I know you could be out doing anything right now, so I'm sorry." He sat up and said, "You know I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please?" He couldn't hold back anymore and used their mental link to beg. "Please fuck me, man. Take it out on my cunt if you need to. Just don't ignore me anymore. You can fuck my throat. You can rail me. Just please. I'm so bored and horny and you smell so good and I just want to kiss you and worship you and feel your big, fat dick inside me. Please, Aiden. Please..."

　　"and so, the relations between the motion of an object and the forces acting on it can be explained and understood through the three laws of motion according to..."

　　there had been no moment in which dilton doiley had felt any more disarmed than that very evening. his parents were gone for the weekend, headed up north to visit uncle darryll. and dilton would have followed, but he did promise moose to help him study through the weekend, get him ready for the upcoming finals. dilton was well aware of how challenging school could be for his big buddy, and he was not willing to give up on him. he'd help him ace those tests, no mater what.

　　something dilton didn't expect, was to be betrayed by his own hormonal changes. for yes, it was easy to hang around moose at school and other places which required a certain level of decorum. but in the privacy of his home, the jock had chosen to get himself more comfortable than usual. showing off those massive muscles he so proudly possessed. with a tank top that tightened around his huge pectorals, and his shorts...

　　now, seeing moose's bulking biceps was not something new, but it was different to spot him around gym class than to have him in his room, so close to him, with no one else at home. thank goodness he could keep his crotch concealed behind his many notebooks, but even without that, his mind had been drifting away constantly to thoughts and fantasies that had nothing to do with physics or calculus.

　　physics, right, they were studying physics...

　　"...moose, here's where you complete the sentance and say who established the laws of motion."

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Reggie lay on his bed with his head at the foot of it, staring up at Moose as he stood over him. "Thanks for coming over so quick, man. This shitty day had me hella stressed out so I just needed my best bro to come over and make it better." He smiled sweetly and innocently up at his best friend, knowing he felt neither of those things right now. He could feel his shirt riding up and exposing his abs, but was too lazy to do anything to fix it right now. "It was actually a pretty good day too. Pizza for lunch was killer. I aced that stupid history exam thanks to knowing, like, everything about the Civil War from those bloodfest documentaries. Even got my dad to front me a couple hundred for a sweet new pair of shoes." He sighed dramatically and reached out to grab Moose's thick leg to pull him a little closer.

"Then football practice happened. Did you see what that stupid little bitch Archie did? Spent the whole fucking time intentionally avoiding passing to me. Got almost no ball time at all. It's such fucking bullshit. Of course Coach played favorites and didn't fucking tell him off like he should've. It's so fucking unfair. I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of him if he does it again." He let out an undignified whine and then glared up at Moose to make sure he didn't call him out on it. "I just need you to help me let off steam after that shit. So give me your dick." He realized he was being kind of an ass to Moose which was the opposite of what he wanted, so he immediately tried to soften it up. "Or at least a kiss?" He puckered his lips and tried to put on his best puppy dog eyes to convince him.

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Puck lay back on Jake's bed casually, one arm draped across the back to show off his pits and arms on display in his jersey. His legs were splayed out, showcasing his bulge in his basketball shorts. "Thanks for inviting me over, man. It was good to get some practice in with someone who isn't twenty feet tall like Finn. I mean, you still whooped my ass, but at least I got some points in." He looked over at Jake and couldn't help but admire the way he filled out his own shorts. His ass looked spectacular and he definitely wanted a piece of that, but he had to play it at least a little cool. He'd had this urge to mess around with his brother for a while now, owing to his inability to think of anyone as off-limits. So they were related, who cares? It's not like either of them could get pregnant. Plus they were both hot, so it'd be a waste not to act on it. He just had to convince Jake of the same thing.

He cleared his throat and allowed himself to do a full body sweep of Jake as obviously as possible so he could at least feel out where Jake's own thoughts were. "Let me cut to the chase, dude. You're hot. I'm hot. We'd be hot together. Right? Fuck all that moral bullshit about incest being wrong, right? I know you're a stud and so am I and two studs shouldn't let what others think hold them back." He grinned lecherously and winked at him. "I can't imagine why you'd disagree." He stood up and walked over to Jake, draping his arm around his shoulder. "I mean, we should at least try, right? And hell, I'll even give you a shot to top me. How about whoever gets hard first gets blown first and whoever is bigger gets to top? Easy stakes, right?" He knew he might be being too forward if Jake was gonna freak out, but who could resist Puckzilla? He also knew this whole competitive thing was an easy win for him both ways. He was pretty much 75% hard already and he'd never seen anyone who was a match for his dick, not even Finn in the showers, so there was no risk here.

Punks who wanted to get in without being on the list were a dime a dozen when you had to guard the entrance to the most exclusive of parties. Fake IDs, forged invitations, hundred dollar bills flashed in front of his face. Randy had seen it all, and then some. And it wasn't like sexual favors weren't tossed at him constantly, but Jacob had sung a different tune.

Where most saw Randy for the giant burly men he was, Jacob had seen some of his truth. His remarks had been whispered, where others usually screamed them. His offer was just a simple though. I'll let you blow me. This perplexed Randy, but in being seen, Randy felt intrigued.

"Beat it, kid." Randy barked it loud enough for the other bouncer to hear, dismissing Jacob's offer the same way he'd dismissed all the others that night, but slipped him a wink, quick and private, before the words had finished landing. Then he muttered something to his partner about needing a piss and a smoke, and stepped away from the door.

He didn't go far. Around the corner, into the alley. The damp dark settled around him and he let himself breathe differently here. Looser, slower. More himself.

When Jacob appeared at the alley's mouth, Randy looked him over without hurry. Eyes dragging down, pausing where they wanted to. He took a pull from his cigarette, let the smoke sit in his lungs a moment.

The little cot in the back would have been more accommodating to the both of them, but the idea of stopping now was simply a impossible thought for Emmet to conjure. He had picked up Jacob on the side of the road with no other intention but to take the young man somewhere safer than the middle of nowhere. Old wives' tales would have deemed Jacob a ghost, a supernatural creature out to get him, and perhaps he was, but Emmet wasn't too concerned.

He doubled Jacob's size. This was his truck. And he had, at least, three decades of experience under his belt. Most of which were spent trucking, and that came with a lot more than just routing knowledge. Emmet was ready for anything Jacob could have tried. Everything, except flirting.

It had started as little jabs at his gritty looks. Remarks like old man, accompanied with some other compliment. His broad shoulders and how intimidating they made him look. His constant frown. His belly. It didn't take much for Emmet to retaliate. To make untruthful comments on how slender he looked for a kid his age. To make remarks on how he was this close to throwing him off the cabin.

Emmet didn't notice when they started laughing, but he did notice when they stopped. Amidst stupid remarks, Emmet had called Jacob not a guy he went for often, betraying his obvious attraction.

Drinks were on Bruce's tab, a little arrangement he'd done with the bartender with just a few glances. So, when Jacob so gleefully announced 'next round is on me!' all he did was cheer. Clap even. Sharing in the intoxicating happiness of the moment. Beers rarely hit him, so he felt very confident in taking another bottle without worrying much about what'd come next.

morning after prompts !

It was fucking hot, to put it lightly. Even with the AC on for as long as they could afford to have it on throughout the day, there were numerous rooms in the house that still had such poor ventilation they might as well be saunas in the ever climbing summer heat. And one of those rooms, unfortunately, was the bedroom Ian had claimed for himself after the responsibility of homeownership was passed to him and Lip. So, it was becoming more and more of a routine to find Ian napping on the couch instead of his own bedroom as the true summer heat crept closer.

Except this time, Ian was in nothing but his underwear. His legs sprawled open in a way that made his loose, breathable boxer shorts ride high up his thighs, fabric bunched up tight enough to outline the shape of his flaccid cock as his scrotum spilled out against his thigh. Like the center fold model to some gay porn mag, he was simply begging for someone to come along and fondle him. Lip was all too happy to be that person.