My Twin Brothers 2
(All in the Family)
By
Evan J. Xavier
My Twin Brothers 2 © 2012 Evan J. Xavier
Published by Purple Fig Press at Smashwords
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This material features depictions of explicit erotic sex between hot men. It is intended for a mature audience.
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My Twin Brothers 2
Chance is settling in at State University and finds himself surrounded by an abundance of horny frat boys, and his first big black cock. He decides to share his catch with his sexy twin step-brothers in one cum drenching foursome, but why?
This is the follow up to the Amazon Best Seller, My Twin Brothers (All in the Family)
My Twin Brothers 2
I could hear the bass filled music almost three blocks away. Before leaving the house I had a few pre-drinks just to get a light buzz before the party. It was my first semester at State after leaving the dreadful Shay Community College. Even before I officially enrolled I made rounds to a few frat parties on campus. Lots of drunken cute frat boys to be had.
It was my first Pimps and Hoes party where the guys dress as pimps and well, you get the idea. I wanted to be different and decided to go dressed as a male whore. I mean, that’s how I felt inside anyway. I had an insatiable appetite for cock and its sweet nectar.
I sauntered up to the Kappa Omicron Kappa mansion, KOK for short. I checked myself in the window and adjusted my junk. Like all well-to-do Greek organizations in the south they had a beautiful mansion on campus: 36 bedrooms, a common chapter house, and a man cave that would rival an IMAX theater. The house had secret rooms; I know because I’ve sucked off quite a few KOKs in those rooms.
“Chance, what’s up dude?” A plump, drunken frat boy said as he was carted away on the shoulders of a hot redhead. I made a bit of a name for myself. I wouldn’t say I was totally in the closet, more like half in half. State’s a pretty progressive campus so it’s not hard to be yourself. People tend to let you do your own thing.
I had to keep moving, if I didn’t my tight black leather pants would certainly cut off my circulation; I loved how my bulge and ass looked when I wore my black leather. I borrowed a pair of black boots from Joshua. They were a little big, but I stuffed them with tissue because they were so cute and totally went with my outfit. Shirt? There was no shirt. I was bare chested, baby.
I waded through the crowded dance floor trying to make my way over to the bar. There was a hottie serving drinks; I wanted to see if he’d play ball.
“Good turnout tonight, huh?” I said leaning against the bar.
“Yep,” he said, without looking up. “What can I get you?”
“KOK juice.”
“That’s reserved for bros,” he said matter-of-factly
“I wasn’t referring to that juice,” I said, motioning my eyes down to his junk.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Chance,” he said, shooting over a smile. I’ve tried to bag Jason since I transferred in, but he’s been a tough nut to crack; pun intended.
By Buddha I wasn't going to leave the party dickless.
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Hot sweaty bodies bumped and grind against each other on the beer-can cluttered dance floor. I was three for three and totally off my game tonight. It was almost three in the morning, and the party had just gotten interesting. A tall, honey-complexion drink of water strolled in flanked by two hoochies. For a second he made eye contact, giving me what I thought was a wink; he did look familiar.
I turned and followed them back in the room where the other drunken guests were partying. No frat party would be complete without a round of keg stands. I took a seat and watched as the tall honey-dip took center stage, stripping down to his T-shirt and flexing for the crowd. His build was impressive, but I was more concerned with what he was packing downstairs. I always wondered if the saying was true, you know, about black guys.
I had to find out… I needed to know. I remembered his name was Will, I actually saw him in the tutoring lab where I worked a few weeks back. As he left out he gently grazed my shoulder and I almost lost it. I had no idea he was a KOK.
“Excuse me,” A deep velvet voice said. I turned and saw him; his eyes were low and sexy.
“Hey,” I said as my smile widened. “You look a little bored.”