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Lockers shut with loud clangs, showers turned on with aggressive hisses of hot water as steam wafted over waist high walls, the wrestling team returning from long, hard training on the mats and in the gym. The locker room was almost humid, clammy with male scents. Aiden peeled the skin-tight lycra off his upper body and let it hang down over his prominent bulge, his protective cup already in his other hand. His twin brother, Ethan, stood at his open locker next to him, already naked, his tanned skin flushed, and muscles pumped up after their weight-lifting session. Ethan’s heavy dick, identical to Aiden’s own, hung down, thick and veiny, almost to half-hardness. Aiden caught his eye and nodded at the Freshman checking them out, the eighteen-year-old try-out sitting on the bench opposite their row of lockers. He was watching them from the corner of his eye, trying to be strepitous, but was failing spectacularly, his lycra-clad form tight around his mid-sized erection.
Ethan glanced over his shoulder and smirked, before looking back at Aiden. “You reckon?”
“For sure.”
“Hmm, obviously me, right?”
“Keep dreaming, I was the one that pinned his tight ass on the mat!” Aiden smirked smugly. He turned away from Ethan’s glower and caught the Freshman’s attention. “Hey, you!”
“Huh? Oh, shit!”
“Nah, nah, relax, chill, dude.” Ethan reached out for him with a gesture. He leaned on Aiden’s shoulder and offered a friendly smile. “It’s obvious what you want.”
“Uh…” The guy swallowed nervously, looking around at the other members of the team who were walking around, nonchalant in their nudity. “I don’t know-”
“Yeah, ya do.” Aiden smiled at him. “Everyone here is cool with it; they just want to know who’s going to get you first!”
“Huh?”
“What my brother means is that you’re gonna ride both our dicks.” Ethan shared Aiden’s confident smirk and ran a hand down his chest and over the defined ridges of his stomach. “The only question is which of us goes first: me, the obvious alpha stud-”
“What?!” Aiden pulled away from him sharply. “Dude, everyone knows I’m the ultimate top on campus!”
“Pft! In your dreams, we might have the same dick, but I know how to use mine for more than just a quick pump and dump!”
“Oh, yeah, you think?!” Aiden squared off against him aggressively, raising his voice as the other members of the team gathered around them. “I’ve fucked way more guys than you: I’ve got the experience!”
“Numbers aren’t everything.” Ethan rebuffed him with a smirk, staring into Aiden’s furious gaze. “True, I’m still only in double digits, but so many of them came back for multiple rides, and they only do that if the dicking is good! So, you, Freshman, you want me!”
“Fuck off, I saw him first!” Aiden shoved Ethan hard, but his brother adapted quickly and pushed back into him. They grappled and moved back and forth, biceps bulging and straining, hands gripping hot flesh as they struggled for dominance. Ethan’s cock hardened to its full length, aroused by the contact and the competition, Aiden’s bulge was obscenely large, the pale gold of their college colors stained with all too obvious leakage. The twins collided with each other, egged on by the other wrestlers, enjoying the free frottage show.
“Yeah, spank his ass, Aiden!”
“He can’t beat your dick skills, Ethan!”
“Fuck him up!”
“Rail his ass!”
Their bodies rubbed hard against each other, Ethan’s cock smacking into Aiden’s bulge, their clenching abs grinding together, sweat and arousal meshing whenever their skin touched. Aiden stopped defending for a moment and Ethan surged forward, trapping his brother against a locker, the metal cold on his back. Ethan trust his hands upwards, pinning Aiden’s arms over his head, his erect nipples proud standing off his smooth, massive pectorals. But just as Ethan was about to claim victory, Aiden braced himself and darted to the side, twisting Ethan around and dumping him on his ass. “Haha, you lose, bro!”
“You just wait-” Ethan started before being interrupted by a shrill whistle blast.
“Goddamnit, guys!” The coach screamed at them from the doorway. “Get out of here, I’ve got the damn swim team breathing down my neck again. Hurry up!”
“Hmm, tie?” Ethan said as he accepted Aiden’s hand to get up. He looked around and frowned. “Hey, where’d that twink go?”
“Fuck, you scared him off!” Aiden glared at him. “This is definitely not a tie. C’mon, lets go before coach has a fucking aneurism. We can shower at home.”
“Yeah, deal.” Ethan muttered absently, still looking for the cutie that they had argued over. “Ugh, fine, I’m coming.”