Blood Vane

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It wasn’t just the way that they looked that made the whole thing so mesmerizing, Roddy Malone decided as he sat there stroking his cock and raptly watching the pair of identical twins currently occupying his bunk. It was they way they moved. Each sandy blond head bobbing in time with the other as the two Wickersham brothers sixty nined each other in perfect synchronization.

Identical lips wrapped around identical pricks as identical hips bucked in pleasure. He stared fascinated as each brother moved at exactly the same moment to caress the balls of the other. “I want to see you fuck." Roddy choked out as he continued to pump his own throbbing flesh in his fist.

Without discussing who would give or receive, the two twins separated long enough for one of them to settle on his hands and knees while the other knelt behind him. “Here.” Roddy threw the lube he had been using to jack off with to the twin in the dominant position. Rod wasn’t sure, you could never be sure with these two but he thought it might be Jimmy.

Although he didn’t know it Roddy was right. Jimmy Wickersham caught the tube of lube one handed and proceeded to twist the top off, then squirted a healthy amount into the palm of his hand and went about preparing his brother, Timmy to be mounted.

Jimmy took his time, teasing and tickling around the wrinkled flesh of his brothers opening until the other boy was mewling like a kitten and pushing his hips back in a desperate bid to be penetrated. Only then did Jimmy sink one well slicked finger into his brothers greedy channel and begin to slowly fuck him with it.

He was rewarded with a soft groan as Timmy wriggled his hips. “Please Jimmy… more.”

Jimmy found himself grinning, Tim was always such a little slut. He pushed another finger into the tight heat and felt his brother shudder with pleasure. He knew if he could see Tim’s face right now that the eyes would be tightly shut, the swollen lips slightly parted and a soft blush would delicately color the creamy skin of his cheeks.

“Its so good Jimmy.” his double cooed, “fuck me please.”

From his seat where he had been watching intently Roddy leaned foreword for a better view. “Fuck him Jim.” he rasped, pumping his fist harder.

Jimmy used more of the lube to slick his own cock then positioned himself between his brother sweet ripe buttocks and thrust. Timmy hissed under him at the first burning stretch of being penetrated but then he was pushing back as Jim pushed foreword and in moments he was fully sheathed inside the tight passage.

They groaned in unison as their balls mashed together and then Jimmy was thrusting fiercely, grinding the head of his prick into Tim’s prostate repeatedly until both siblings were howling with pleasure as identical milk white flesh slapped together and the other boy in the room found his hips jerking up off of his seat as he watched them.

Timmy gave a wicked little shimmy of his hips, “Cum in me big brother.” he panted. (Jim was 10 minutes older)

Who was Jimmy to deny his baby brother anything? He reached underneath and pumped Tim’s cock.Once.. Twice, as he continued slamming into him and then Timmy was wailing his orgasm. That tight little hole spasmed around him and Jimmy buried himself balls deep in his brothers ass one last time before the white hot explosion shook his body and he poured every drop inside his trembling double and collapsed against him.

Watching them, Roddy yanked almost painfully on his swollen member and grunted as his seed poured out across his fist.

A few moments later Peewee Bundy came stomping into Rods cell without so much as a how do you do, and plopped down beside him before he even had a chance to get the spunk off of his hand.

Peewee growled at the twins who had froze there with their mouths hanging open, “Get out faggots!”

The twins didn’t have to be told twice, with fearful looks they grabbed their clothes and skedaddled.

Roddy glared daggers at Peewee, the Wickersham brothers weren’t important to him. They were just a couple of sixteen year old punks that had come in a little over a year ago on drugs and weapons charges that he occasionally used as whores but he didn’t like this ugly fucker thinking he could just barge in and start directing traffic either.

Still… the man had proved useful at times.

“I’m assuming you want something Bundy?” Rod said snidely as he wiped his hand off on a towel.

Peewee looked jumpy and fidgeted for a few seconds. “I-I need you to do me a favor.”

Roddy lounged back and studied the guard in front of him. Something was wrong here, he had seen Bundy in some strange situations but he had never seen the man look this nervous. “And what would that be Peewee?” Roddy asked, curious in spite if himself “and more importantly what’s in it for me?”

Peewee looked everywhere but at Roddy, “I need a distraction so I can get into the infirmary,” he said, “I ummm.. I have something I need to take care of.”

Roddy grinned, oh yeah. He had heard some rumors about this. He didn’t know exactly what had happened but he had heard enough to know that Peewee was going to be in deep shit and that it was because of nothing but his own stupidity.

“And what’s in it for me?” Roddy asked again. Nothing was free on Boot Hill.

Peewee was actually wringing his hands together now, “W-what do you want?”

Roddy grinned even wider, “Well… you know what I want….”

Peewee’s face went dark, “You know I cant give him to you!” he sputtered.

“Oh well.” Roddy shrugged. “That’s fine, I’m sure there are plenty of other people in here that will be willing to help you murder someone that wont squeal on you later.”

Peewee looked like he was seriously about to panic. “No! Please! I-Ill do anything!”

Roddy considered it for a moment. It might be a good thing to have Peewee actually indebted to him. After all, just because the man couldn’t deliver what Roddy desired right now, that didn’t mean he might not be in a position to bring it to him in the future.

The tall boy nodded and he could practically see the tension draining out of the ugly little man before him.

“Ok Peewee,” Roddy Malone smirked, “but do remember; after this you owe me.”


TBC...