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This summer was going to be a long one. Kyle realized as much once a week had passed since his interview at the local pizza place. He hadn't gotten a peep back, neither had his older brother, Justin. Coming through the front door with his skateboard in his arms marked seven whole days since the two of them put in their resumes. He pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket, hoping for a notification. Clicking the on button opened the lock screen. There was a picture of him and his brother arm-in-arm in front of a fountain. It was when they visited an amusement park last summer. There was nothing else but the time.

Kyle sighed and tucked the phone back into his pocket. “Well, shit." [i]Maybe Justin's got better luck[/i]. He marched towards the stairs and climbed them, his massive orangutan frame thumping with each step. The ponytail hanging from the back of his head to the beltline of his jeans bounced. Covering everything but his dark-skinned hands and face was a shaggy coat of reddish-brown. Over his slim torso was a baggy tank top decorated by the morose logo of his favorite death metal band.

He made it to the top floor where he headed to Justin's room. He opened the door to find his brother's much huskier physique atop his beanbag. Dressed in a needlessly oversized hoodie and jeans that sagged around his bare feet, Justin fit the image of your typical stoner, replete with a bong that had a meter-long neck in his hand. A sleepy, yet expressive face was fitted with two heavy orangutan flaps. Adorning the walls around him were posters featuring his favorite athletes and bands.

He was in the middle of grinding up some weed when he looked up and saw his brother intruding on him. “Knock much?" he asked without slowing down the back-and-forth twist on his grinder.

“Knock knock. Hey, have you heard back from that pizza place?"

“Gironi's?"

“Yeah, that one."

“Fuck no."

Kyle sighed. “Fuck."

“Have you?"

“What do you think?"

Justin just shook his head and continued grinding his weed. “Well, at least we can tell dad we tried."

“You think he'll accept that?"

“No, but it's better than nothing."

“I mean, I guess."

“I wouldn't worry about it." Justin peeled the cap off the grinder. Inside was a floor of green herbs dotted by shiny steel teeth. He opened a ziploc bag and dumped the weed into it. “We got a whole summer to get shit right. Still plenty of places to apply to."

Kyle watched as he pulled the bowl from the bong and started packing it. “So are we going to?"

“Going to what?"

“Apply to places."

“Maybe. You want to?"

Kyle scoffed and scratched the back of his head. “No, not really."

“Me neither." The loaded bowl went back into the bong. His Zippo lighter flicked open with a [i]clink[/i]. “Like I said, don't worry about it. We got time and plenty of money to last the summer." He perched his lips around the mouthpiece and lit the bowl. There was a light sizzle and a low gurgle as the leaves caught flame accompanied. Shooting up the glass chimney was a numbing vapor that disappeared into Justin's lips. He parted from the bong with a crisp gasp, waited a few seconds, then sighed a thin cloud. “[i]Hooooooooooo- koff koff koff…[/i] Uhhhhh- [i]koff koff…[/i]" He hacked into his fist and set the bong aside. “Mmm," he grunted. “Tomorrow we'll apply to more places. [i]Koff.[/i]"

Something made Kyle doubt that. “Yeah, sure." He saw his brother spread out across the beanbag, hefty legs open, giant arms held out at his side. Without any thought he brought his gaze to Justin's crotch. “In the meantime, you wanna do something else?"

Justin could already feel the haze of THC creeping up the outer membrane of his mind. He narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah? And what would something else be?"

Kyle put his skateboard down and leaned it against the foot of Justin's bed. “Oh, I got an idea or two." His next step towards the beanbag came in time with the removal of his shirt. Underneath was a lissom trunk of cut muscle and bony ribs. He got on his knees between Justin's legs.

Justin chuckled. “Oh yeah?"

“Oh yeah." He leaned over and placed his hands on the inside of Justin's knees. The denim whispered with a hipward glide across his thighs.

Justin was on the come up of his high. He could feel every inch of contact from his clothes. Kyle's hands making their way to his crotch was like a tsunami of stimulation thrumming its way through his fur, skin, muscles, and bones. They pincered onto his crotch where his bulge lay. Kyle cupped it softly, then gave it a squeeze.

Justin grunted. “Mmmmm, that feels good."

Kyle smiled up at him. “Yeah? How's your high?" he asked while kneading his brother's junk.

“Oh, it's gettin' there." He pulled his bong up onto his thigh and pulled the bowl out so he could dump the ashes into a nearby ashtray. He ignored his inquisitive brother so he could focus on repacking the bowl. He hit a roadblock once his high intensified and Kyle unbuttoned his jeans.

“Let's see what we got here~" Down came the fly, parting the flaps from around a more detailed impression of Justin's cock and balls against his red colored underwear. Kyle teased his palm against it, once again kneading the sensitive mound of man flesh and savoring its intense heat. Buried under the earthy smell of weed vapor was that of Justin's musk.

Justin was trying to focus on packing the bowl without spilling any of the precious herb. That was difficult with his head swimming and a delicate hand squeezing his nuts. “So, you gonna do something to it or are you gonna just keep rubbing it?" Justin asked.

“I don't know," said Kyle with a smirk. “Think I might just sit here and dick around with it for a while longer."

“The hell you will. You didn't come all the way over here just to play with it."

“No, I didn't. I just like torturing you and pissing you off."

“Yeah, you're pretty damn good at that. Just do me a favor and hurry up to sucking my dick."

A rowdy cackle made Kyle's chest bounce. “Sir, yes sir."

Down went his face into the cushion of Justin's sack. He felt a pair of orbs, dense like plums, part around his flat nose. Slung against the space between his eyes was a turgid log pulsing its way towards an erection. He took a deep whiff, intoxicating himself on an odor as potent as what Justin had loaded in his bong. A hungry groan rumbled within his chest upon the next exhale. He could feel his own penis getting hard within his underwear. It would wait its turn. For now the elder brother would receive a very heart-filled tribute.

Kyle slipped the tips of his fingers into the elastic and pulled it down. First out was a fuzzy corona of pubes, then the roof of Justin's penis. It flopped down the frontside of his scrotum, a leathery cushion swelled by two balls. The shaft was a soft pink like cotton candy. Kyle took it into his hand and began stroking it. He could feel Justin's pulse against the inside of his thumb. With each stroke was an added degree to his firmness and length until finally he was at full staff, aimed at the ceiling to form a proud yet modest pillar.

“There we go," cooed Kyle, rubbing his hand up and down and unrolling the foreskin off Justin's cock helmet. “That's what I like to see."

“Well don't just look at it," said Justin, amused by the sight of his brother's face being eclipsed by his dick. “Why don't you give it a taste?"

“I'm going to. You need to be patient. Time moving slow for you?"

“Yeah. I'm high and you're stalling to give me a blowie. Mind speeding things up?"

Kyle scoffed. “Loser."

“No, you."

“Shut up." Kyle pulled his face in and landed a tiny kiss on the underside of Justin's cock, right where a bundle of nerves were woven into the wedge cut out of his glans. Justin felt a wave of arousal burst through him. He let loose a groan. His grip on the bong had to adjust itself so it wouldn't fall. “You like that?" Kyle asked.

“Mmm, a little. Keep doing it and I think I'll like it more."

“Yeah, I think I might." Kyle held his shaft between just the tips of his thumb and index finger, sliding them up and down from the balls to the head where he continued to land a few more kisses. Tilting that heavy pole down allowed a more direct smooch right on the slit. Smeared there was a shallow pool of musty precum, coagulating within the tight seal between his foreskin and glans. Kyle let his tongue out to clean it up, dousing himself with a taste both metallic and fleshy.

Justin felt it keenly like a blowtorch of sensation that orbited his cock helmet. His breathing hissed out of his lips. His toes curled. Bringing the port of his bong back to his mouth and lighting the bowl required some delicate coordination, something he lacked given his still-budding high and Kyle's expert application of his tongue.

“Jesus… Gonna make me spill this shit," Justin griped.

A cackle echoed from his lap. “I'm not even sucking yet."

“Yeah. Do me a favor and wait until I'm done burning this up." He put his mouth back over the rim and lit up.

“No problem." Kyle came down to the hilt of Justin's cock and nuzzled it. The sound of water boiling was but a distant murmur. Loudest among his perception was the hot cushion of scrotum mushed into his upper lip, those two orbs heavy on his skin, a steady heartbeat thrumming in Justin's shaft. He took a deep whiff at the same time Justin exhaled a second dose of mind-numbing toke vapor.

“Whoo… Enjoying yourself down there?"

Kyle looked up at him with a penis running up the bridge of his nose. “As a matter of fact, yeah. I am." He planted a kiss on the pole's underside, then another right above that, then another on the slot of his glans where he blessed Justin with the sharpest burst of pleasure yet.

Justin closed his eyes. With the room feeling more and more distant with each passing second, all he could feel was his weight settling on the beanbag. That and Kyle's mouth finally closing around the head of his cock. The seal was tight, wrapping Justin's foreskin with inner-mouth as soft as it was wet. The descent on his pillar made his eyes flutter. Kyle kissed his lap, edging Justin's tip on the very entrance of his throat.

Then his head came up, then back down. In a slow bob he went, adoring the texture and taste sliding past his tongue and staining the entirety of his mouth. There was the audible [i]schlick[/i] of his lips gliding effortlessly, harmonized by a steady hum of content through his nose. Looking up Kyle saw his brother with his head leaned back over the top of the beanbag. There was a sparse jungle of wiry orange hairs on the border of his chin, jaw, and face-flaps. His head craned down and he saw Kyle looking up at him.

A hearty groan came out of him. “Damn. You look real nice with your mouth on my dick like that."

There came a smile around his penis. Kyle came off him with an airy [i]mwah[/i] and stroked him. “And you look good from down here. “How's it feel? Good I hope."

“I think you know exactly how it feels. I can barely function. Shit." He set his bong aside. “That's enough of that. Let me focus on you."

“Yeah, let me focus on you too." Kyle's mouth reunited with his brother's dick, and he resumed the fellating.

Justin wanted to watch, but the surging high made his eyes start to float. He had a bad case of cottonmouth and he could feel the skin covering his eyes. What little he did see of Kyle made him appreciate his skill and expertise. Even if he had just been a simple observer, he would've marveled at the fluid up and down Kyle's head made on his shaft.

But he wasn't an observer. He was the recipient, and felt every ounce of it. “Ahhhhhh shit… Mmmmm… Fuck, that's good."

Kyle did not cease or slow down. He maintained that brutal pace, making his rises and descents the exact same speed. His tongue went in a twist around the pole before serpentining along the inside of the foreskin, tasting that musty liqueur which continued to bleed from the slit at its center. Justin groaned and sighed. He grabbed the top of Kyle's head, palming the scalp and rustling his hair.

“Fuck… Ahhh…" His breathing escalated. He had to reposition himself on the beanbag slightly. His pleasure was so sharp that it radiated throughout the rest of his body like some spreading infection. He felt it in his glutes and in his thighs. One hand grabbed at his shirt and pulled it. His face was getting hot. The ecstasy was beginning to grow. “Ah shit. Ahhhhhhh I'm cumming. Mmmm I'm close. Hahhh! [i]Hahhhh![/i]"

Kyle kept his rhythm to the very last moment until Justin finally busted. With a solid throb of his cock muscle Justin shot a rope of cum that smacked into the back of Kyle's throat. Kyle hardly flinched. He swooped his mouth up to the very head of Justin's pillar and sealed his lips around the foreskin. His hand went to work jerking the rest of the shaft, its tubing working overtime to unleash his load.

“[i]Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~![/i]" Justin balled his fist around a clump of Kyle's hair. His entire body shook and jittered beneath him like a leaf, hardly able to withstand the physical euphoria that was now trampling through his muscles and making his face contort. Kyle's suction was like a blowtorch of delight, something that did not fade even after the last pearl of cum had spat out of him and onto Kyle's tongue.

It all went down Kyle's gullet. He opened his mouth with a sigh and smiled. When he let go of Justin's dick it plopped back down over his pubes, on its way to becoming soft again. Kyle sat up on his knees with a proud grin. “And how was that, big guy?"

A few seconds of recovery were required before Justin started chuckling. “Pretty fucking good. Damn. I felt that one. Felt it all over."

“Sure that ain't the weed talkin'?"

“Maybe a little. It helped, but that was mostly you."

“Damn right it was. You right enough to maybe return the favor?"

“Mmmm, gimme a second." Justin blinked his eyes. They felt numb. “Mouth's dry as a bitch. Don't wanna hurt you with a dry-ass tongue."

“Want me to get you a water?"

“Nah. Got some right here." Justin reached over the side of the beanbag with a long, hairy arm. His water bottle, bearing an anarchist A sticker, was on the carpeted floor next to him. It took several awkward moments of blind grabbing and knocking it over before he was able to get a grip on it and pull it up. He popped the spigot open and took a few deep gulps. “Ahhhh…" He closed the spigot and set it aside. “That's… better, I guess. You still want it?"

“I'm fucking raging in my pants right now. What do you think?"

“Well alright then, ol' buddy ol' pal. Stand up and let me see it."

Kyle got on his feet. Swelling the left flap of his jeans was a prominent dick bulge. While kicking out of his shoes he undid his fly so he could pull everything down to his ankles and step out of them. As stated, his erection flopped out with a majesty on par with Justin's, bright pink and not without a masculine miasma.

Justin smiled at the sight of it. “Kick ass. Come here." Kyle took another step forward and Justin sat up in his beanbag. The room felt weightless around him as he reached out and grabbed Kyle's penis. His grip was soft like a daisy, barely enough to pull the skin when he stroked it. He spent a serious amount of time just doing that, staring down Kyle's barrel and rubbing it lazily.

Kyle appreciated it, but he could've done a lot more than just that. “Come on. You just gonna touch it or are you gonna do something else?"

Justin looked up at him. His eyes were terribly bloodshot. “Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry. I'm high as fuck right now."

“Oh, I noticed. Don't worry. Just don't do something stupid and bite my dick off."

A stupid giggle made Justin's face flaps jiggle. “Hehehehehehehehehehe…"

“Ah shit, don't start doing [i]that[/i], now."

“Sorry, I'm sorry." Justin did a quick wipe of his nose by pinching it and collected himself. “Alright. Here we go." He brought his face back with his mouth open. Then came more giggles. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…"

“Dude!"

“Sorry! Sorry. Alright, for real this time." He brought his face in and successfully put his mouth on Kyle's dick. Without breaking into another fit of giggles, he formed a seal with his lips and began bobbing his head.

“Theeeeere we go. That's better." Kyle sighed through his nose and rolled his head into a circle. “Mmmm, a lot better."

Justin went much slower than Kyle had, both because of his dulled cognition and his desire to make things last. Kyle was no less aromatic than he was, offering a lungful of hot boy smell with each whiff. Justin murred through his nose softly, forgetting about the still-echoing pleasure in his loins and instead focusing on the turgid mass of man meat currently sitting on his tongue.

Kyle wasn't in the mood to take things as slowly. He palmed the back of Justin's head, stopping him. He pulled his hips back and started humping. Justin stayed relaxed, surrendering his head and mouth to Kyle's direction.

Kyle's head swooned backwards, lowering the bottom of his ponytail past his beltline. A merry groan floated out of him and towards the ceiling. He clenched his buttocks at a steady pace. His cock pistoned in and out of Justin's lips, glistening with a thin sheen of his spit. He didn't go any faster, content to dwell on the comfort of his brother's mouth instead of rushing things. Justin appreciated it, especially since he was way too fucking high to put much effort into things. Instead he sat up and kept himself loose, doing nothing more than fondling Kyle's balls and fingering his own penis.

Eventually Kyle felt the inevitable approaching. A grimace came across his face along with a snort. “Ahhhhh, fuck. Uhhhhh, I'm cumming. Hold on." He fought the urge to pound his orgasm the rest of the way out. Looking down at his brother's face going back and forth on his dick made made him want to slam it all the way down until the face flaps were flat on his pelvis. He probably would've done it if not for the risk of Justin's high ass accidentally biting his dick off in the process. He was reserved to just humping away at the usual pace.

It got the job done. “[i]Hahhhhhhh~![/i]" Kyle's grip on the back of his head tightened. Justin was held in place while Kyle shot him in the back of the mouth with a pulsing surge of his batter. Only after Kyle's grip weakened did Justin pull off and hold his mouth open so that he could jerk Kyle off and catch the last few spits of cum on his tongue. “Hahhh… Hahhh… Ahhh… Whew. Thanks."

Justin closed his mouth and swallowed. He fell back into the beanbag with a [i]whumpf.[/i] “No problem. Thank you."

“You're welcome. Now move over." Kyle came down onto the beanbag, lying his nude body overtop the corona of soft fabric that surrounded Justin. Justin didn't move, too fucked up to so much as scoot an inch one way or the other. Kyle didn't think he would. He reached down into Justin's lap and played with his penis, now at a half-chub. “Think you'll get hard again?"

Justin scoffed. “Fuck no."

“Yeah, I didn't think you would."

Justin returned the favor by lazily reaching over and stroking Kyle's soft organ between just two fingers and a thumb. “I guess this is gonna be our summer. Gettin' high and fuckin'."

“Looks like it. You alright with that?"

“Hell yeah I am. Beats the fuck out of working."

“I'll say. Don't know if dad'll approve."

“Has he ever approved?"

Kyle laughed. “No."

“Then I don't think he will this time. He'll cope. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

“Yeah, sure." Kyle looked back down into Justin's lap where he continued stroking his penis. It wasn't getting any harder, maintaining a sort of doughy gray area between soft and erect. He was as big as Kyle, but the sex-rotted part of his brain wondered what it would be like if one of them was bigger, maybe like one of those studs he liked to watch plow twinks on his computer at night when nobody else was home. But that was just a fantasy. He couldn't just click on one of those ads and expect a miracle way to getting a bigger dick, could he?

Justin caught him staring longingly at his penis. “So uh… what do you wanna do now?"

Kyle blinked. “Hm? Oh, nothing. I don't know." He stood up off the beanbag. “Think I'll go shopping online." Then he waltzed out of there, the bottom of his ponytail bouncing just above his bare buttocks.

Justin watched him go, then noticed his pants still crumpled into a pile in front of the beanbag. “Hey. Don't forget your clothes."

Kyle waved it off without looking back at him. “Fuck them clothes. Think I'll go au naturale this summer."

Justin chuckled. “Fuck it. I will too." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over and off his head, revealing a thinly-furred belly and two nubby nipples. With his fly already open, taking his pants and underwear off was easy, leaving him in the nude. “Ahhh…" He wiggled his dexterous toes as he brought them down to the carpet. He leaned back into the beanbag. Looking out the window he saw that it was a beautiful day. The sun was out in full, illustrating the neighboring trees in a green luster. Justin took some time to admire it before he grabbed his bong and pulled it back over into his lap. It was the perfect day for getting high.

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The next few days were spent just like they usually were. Justin would lounge around in his room, listening to music, browsing the internet, playing video games, getting high as a kite, all while being as dressed as the day he was born. Kyle would go out and skateboard in nothing but a pair of jeans. Coming home meant discarding it immediately, going up to Justin's room and then having sex. Every moment spent indoors was done so in the nude. Being seen with any article of clothing would've been a cause for concern, rather than their perpetual pursuit of each other's bodily touch.

Outside of Justin's knowledge, Kyle was after something else. At night when the two of them were done with their daily sexcapade and had gone to bed, Kyle was on his phone, illuminating his face with an actinide glow. He was browsing porn, as young men are wont to do in the late of night on their lonesome.

But he did not masturbate. With his libido burnt up for the day on his brother, a certain ache still thrumming in his backside, there was no need to please himself anymore. He was after something else, scrolling through not the many lewd videos of men fucking each other, but the many advertisements on their flanks touting miracle cures for small penises. They all followed similar themes.

[i]Small dick? Take this pill! Grow 6+ inches in a month![/i]

With it would be a crude animation of a tiny penis inching out into a monster, followed by a well hung gentleman- almost certainly not the same guy shown lacking such a prominent organ -swinging his hammer around as a pendular testament to the pill's success.

Fortunately, Kyle didn't fall for it. Coming up with nothing reliable on the porn sites had him browsing other retailers of ill repute. Sex toys filled his screen, including fleshlights, dildos, poppers, beads, vibrators, whips, clamps, cages, etc., etc. He wasn't after any of those. With the image of his and Justin's phalluses growing into something similar to what he saw in those advertisements stuck in his head, he couldn't stop himself from hopping between those retailers and performing research on the elusive art of creating a bigger dick. Virtually every article that seemed somewhat reputable said the same thing: growth pills don't work and are a scam. Don't buy them.

The only thing he read about that claimed to grow penises and had validity were penis pumps. There were a few online retailers that sold them. It was pretty basic stuff: slide a tube over your junk and suck the air out of it, forming a vacuum that would cause the flesh to swell. With it were a few demonstrations, both real and animated. Kyle felt a mixture of fascination and revulsion watching a man's penis swell out into the space of a tube as a man squeezed a pump. Supposedly the pump wasn't actually making the penis bigger, but simply enticing blood into the veins for a more powerful erection.

Whatever it was doing, it got Kyle's attention. He looked up the biggest names and brands, landing on a product cheesily called [i]The Swellinator[/i]. It was not one pump but an entire set of them, starting off with a small sized pump and then going up several sizes to what resembled a poster tube. Kyle stared at it for some time, his thumb hovered over the screen of his phone, eyes crossed to focus on that bizarre apparatus. He envisioned him and Justin using it, turning their dicks into absolute leviathans. Part of him scoffed at the idea, the other part couldn't have been more serious.

It cost $79.99, a steal in his eyes given the size of the set. Shipping would be in less than two weeks, or at least according to the website. That left plenty of summer afterward. Kyle stayed on that page for sometime, looking back and forth between the pump and the [b]Add to Car[/b]t button. He asked himself. What would Justin think? Shouldn't he ask him first?

Maybe, but maybe it would've been a nice surprise. Kyle tapped the screen with his thumb. A few seconds later he was typing in his address.

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It was Justin who saw the UPS man hauling the package on a dolly up to their front porch. He was at his desk when the truck pulled up. He was naked, of course. In the nook of his ashtray was a blunt letting out a thin tendril of smoke. Kyle was out in the neighborhood skateboarding. The UPS guy knocked on the door.

“Ah, shit." Justin scrambled to put on some clothes and hurried down the foyer steps. He opened the door and found the UPS guy, a ringtail lemur, in his crisp brown uniform. He was holding an electronic clipboard.

He jolted at the sight of the giant orangutan filling out most of the doorway. “Hey there! Got a package for you. Can I get your signature?"

“Uh, yeah! Sure." He took the clipboard and signed with the stylus. He eyed the box. It was tall and rectangular, about half of Justin's height. He couldn't see any labels. [i]Probably something of Kyle's. What the hell is it?[/i]

“Thank you!" The lemur slid the package off of the dolly. “You have a nice day!"

“Yeah, you too." Justin grabbed the package. It was a little heavy, but not too cumbersome to pick up and drag it into the foyer where he set it next to the door. [i]Too heavy to be a new skateboard. A telescope, maybe?[/i] He turned the package around and saw a sticker with Kyle's name on it. [i]Whatever it is, it ain't mine.[/i] Justin turned around to walk back up the foyer steps. He was naked by the time he got to the top floor.

Justin was skating down the street in just his jeans, feeling the warmth of the sun on his fur as it whipped through the wind. He had just completed a second lap around the neighborhood when he saw the UPS truck pull out of his cul-de-sac. His eyes lit up. [i]That's gotta be it. Hope Justin didn't bust it open already.[/i] He accelerated with a few kicks on the ground and came swerving into his street. He came barreling down the driveway before hopping off, picking up his skateboard, and running to the front porch where he burst through the door.

There it was, unopened, sitting right next to him like a pet that had been waiting for him all day. A giddy grin split his face. “[i]Ooooooooh![/i] Here we go!"

Justin had just sat down and put his headphones on when Kyle came charging up the steps with the package. He burst into Justin's room, scaring him out of his skin. He jerked in his chair and ripped his headphones off. “Hey!"

Kyle was in front of the door, gripping the package in front of his chest like a rifle. Something like mad glee stretched his features. He wasn't bothered by his jeans sliding down his legs. “Dude! Look what I got!"

“Yeah, I signed for it earlier. What the hell is it?"

“You'll see. Hold on." Kyle stomped to the center of the room and fell to his knees. With the package in front of him he began scraping at the tape holding it together. After a few moments of awkward picking with his fingernail he was able to peel off one line of tape, exposing one of the gaps in the cardboard. He ripped it apart, exposing the lewd treasure inside.

Justin didn't know what he was looking at initially. He saw the largest cylinder, a transparent tube with several smaller sizes stacked inside of it like a Russian doll. Kyle hooted and pulled them out, holding them up between his hands like the Stanley Cup. “Look!" he chirped.

Justin was. “Yeah? I see it. What is it?"

“Hold on." Kyle put the cylinders down and reached into the ruined package. Inside was a brick of white styrofoam that he took out and pulled apart in two halves. Coiled up inside was the black rubber squeeze bulb and its tubing. Kyle plucked it between his two fingers and dangled it beside his grinning face proudly.

Justin frowned. “OK. What is it? Some kind of pum-" Then it hit him. His eyes burst open wide, revealing more of his bloodshot scleras. “Dude! Is that a fucking dick pump?"

Kyle nodded. “Mmhmm!"

“Dude! You bought that? Why?"

“I thought we should do something to spice up our summer. Maybe get our dicks a little bigger for the romps we're gonna have."

“What?" Justin scratched his temple. Such a gargantuan looking set of cylinders didn't look like they could hold anything besides a small child. “ Um, OK.Why'd you buy it in that size?"

“It's not just this size." Kyle picked the cylinders up and pulled out the smaller ones. The shortest was about average. “We're supposed to start here and work our way up."

Justin laughed. “And you believed them? Dude, no fucking way that's gonna work. I think they scammed you."

Kyle shrugged. “Whatever. As long as the smaller one works, I'm good. I just wanna see what it does."

“You couldn't have just bought a normal one, could you?"

“Hell no."

“No, of course you couldn't." Justin scratched his head again and sighed. “Well, alright. Let's see what this thing does. Let's hope it doesn't rip your dick off."

“Yeah!" Kyle sat down on his butt and wiggled out of his jeans, leaving himself naked. He grabbed the smallest cylinder. The base of it, the part that went around the genitals, had a rubber neck for sealing to the skin. It bowed out at one side to form a sort of rounded keyhole shape. “Looks like this can fit the nuts too. Sweet."

The set up was simple enough. The rubber tubing would hook up to the neck of the cylinder. Squeezing the pump bulb would siphon the air out, drawing blood into the vessels running through his cock and balls. He slid the cylinder over his junk and held it to his lap with one hand. His cock was slumped onto the inside of the plastic. The scrotum was pressed flat into the sides with his many orange pubes squished between them. His other hand was around the bulb.

“Alright," he said. “Here we go."

He squeezed the bulb. There was a soft hiss as air swept through the tubes and out of the side valve. The neck of the cylinder sank into his groin, tightening the seal. He felt a slight pressure build on his parts. Other than that, not much happened. He pumped two more times with slightly better results. The pressure on his penis made it lengthen out.

Justin was watching from his chair curiously. “How's it feel?"

“Alright, I guess." Kyle jostled the cylinder around. It was stuck fast to his crotch. The skin around the seal had sunken into him. “I can feel the pressure. It's not making me hard yet."

“I'm pretty sure you gotta keep pumping."

“I know, I'm just taking it slow."

“Smart."

Kyle pumped it a few more times. The sensation was like something tugging on both his dick and his nuts. Quite suddenly he could feel the central vessel in his cock pulsing along with his heart. “Woo. I can feel it now. Hold on." He kept squeezing the bulb.

[i]Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst.[/i]

Slowly his cock began to lengthen out across the cylinder until finally he reached his apex. The neck of the cylinder was now entrenched in his flesh to the bone, making the skin immediately around his nuts look like an anthill, it was so swollen. Every pulse of his vein was like a crunching sensation. They rose to the surface of his shaft like meandering rivers, resembling the calf of a bicycler.

Kyle huffed. “Ooh. It's working. Damn."

“Hold on," Justin said, rising out of his chair. “Let me see." He came over and leaned forward for a closer look. Kyle leaned back on his hands so he could see. Justin admired the sudden definition to his cock veins. Even crazier was the heavy shade of red that had fallen on the skin, something like a firehouse color. “Holy shit."

“Holy shit is right. Think I should keep going?"

“Does it hurt?"

“No."

“Yeah, then keep going."

“OK. Here I go."

[i]Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst.[/i]

More pumps, and with it more pressure. Kyle clenched his teeth. It was beginning to get uncomfortable. Common sense told him that was enough, but morbid curiosity told him to keep going, so he did. Before long his cock was at a density he'd never felt it before. More veins than what was natural had squirmed along his length like a clot of worms. The glans had flared out of his foreskin. A deoxygenated shade of purplish red covered everything from the tip to his balls. Though everything had gotten bigger, it felt like he had wrapped about a dozen rubber bands around it.

And still he pumped the bulb. Driven by a mad desire to grow bigger, he squeezed away, allowing hardly any time between each tendon-bulging pump.

Justin had to stop things. “Alright! I think that's enough."

Kyle looked up at him, looking like he was in a daze. He had to shake his head to come back to reality. “Fuck. You're right. Shit. Uhhh… How do I get this off?"

“Uhhh…" Justin snatched the instruction paper off the carpet. “Ah, just turn that valve on the bottom there." He pointed at a silver knob coming out of the cylinder neck where the tube was connected to it. Kyle gave it a twist.

[i]Fssssssssssss…[/i]

Air flushed into the cylinder. It rose out of his crotch, allowing some breathing room for his organs. “Ah, shit," Kyle huffed. He grabbed it and carefully pulled it off. His junk came flopping out, tumescent and garish. The veins did not retract and the color did not fade. His scrotum was bigger than his fist, carrying two nuts like hacky sacks. The rush of cool air was like a dozen razor blades scraping across the skin. “Ahhh, fuck. I'm hard as a rock." He gently brushed the tip of his fingers down the underside of it. “Whoo… It's sensitive too."

Justin's eyes were locked on it. He'd never seen a set of manparts as big, at least not in person. It stood out of Kyle's lap with unwavering firmness, aiming up at the elder twin as if to beckon his touch. “Can I see it?" he asked.

“Yeah." Kyle opened his legs. “Just uh… Be careful. Don't jerk me off yet."

“I won't." Justin wrapped his fingers around his cock. Kyle wasn't lying; it was hard like a rock. Before it had fit in his palm nicely. Now it reached through the hollow of his fist with shaft to spare. He could feel the veins pressing into his palm and fingers. The central artery pulsed at his center with vehement authority.

His touch was delicate, but to Kyle it was something intense. He rolled his jaw around. The cylinder was gone, yet there remained a thrumming pressure that waxed and waned across his loins like waves on a beach. An involuntary throb generated a single drop of precum. “Shit, dude. This thing fucking works."

“Yeah, I can see that. Fuck. I gotta try it."

Kyle gave him an uncertain look. “Are you sure?"

He was already sitting down in front of him. “Yeah. I wanna try it."

Kyle handed him the cylinder. “Be my guest."

Justin took it and wasted no time fitting it over his cock and balls. With one hand over the top of the cylinder, holding it down, he pumped away. He didn't waste any time starting things slowly.

[i]Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst.[/i]

The results were the same. A building pressure came along with the gradual plummet of the neck into his groin. His limp member grew out to full length, then started to harden, then began sprouting a miniature forest of thick cock veins that stretched from the hilt to his head in long, bendy fingers.

His mouth was puckered into an O as the sensations piled onto him. “Hoooo… It's working. It's working."

For Kyle it was more fascinating to watch than experience. Seeing the phallus he'd so fallen in love with over the past few years grow at a steady but still alarming pace made his heart thump in his chest and even managed to intensify his already-furious erection. The migration of his hand to his penis was completely unconscious. He christened his newly built cock with a few tepid strokes.

Justin kept pumping away rapidly, reaching the point Kyle had in half the amount of time. He snarled once the pressure proved too much, urging him to twist the valve and refill the cylinder with air. [i]Fssssssssssss…[/i] “Ahhhh… Holy shit, that does work." He pulled the cylinder off, letting free his newly built set of organs. His cock was fatter than Kyle's, if just a nudge shorter. The foreskin was no longer a thin cocoon of skin but an entire layer of pudgy red flesh. The blue vessels running down his length stood in contrast to the bloody red that surrounded it. His nuts were huge, sitting in their purse like a pair of overly ripe plums.

Justin huffed through his mouth. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Wow. Holy shit." He touched his penis. “Mm, that is sensitive. Ah!"

“I told you," chuckled Kyle.

“Yeah, you did. Ahhhhh…" He gripped his hog tightly. It was like gripping an iron pole that had been left in the sun all day. Pleasure radiated down his length and into his balls. A thickish glob of precum bled from the slit and flooded the bottom cusp of his foreskin. He pulled back on it, peeling his glans free and letting his milky product drip to the carpet below in a single, heavy strand.

Kyle was mesmerized. His hand was on his own penis. His growing excitement dulled any of the discomfort from being so sensitive. If anything, it was amplified tenfold, throwing his sex drive into a race that had his face blushing hard. “Fuck dude… You wanna-?"

“Yes," said Justin curtly. “Let's fuck."

Kyle blinked. “Oh. OK. I was gonna ask if you wanted help getting up. But yeah, we can do that too."

“Oh." Justin laughed. “Sorry."

Kyle laughed too. “Nah, don't be. I'm pretty sure it was gonna happen either way."

“Hell yeah it was."

Kyle stood up and grabbed Justin's fist to help him up. Their erections flopped in front of them, as eager as their owners were to get to work. “How do you wanna do it?"

“Do you mind riding? I think it'd be best if you went at your own pace."

Kyle looked down at the fat hog pointed at him. “Yeah, I think so too."

Justin went over to his unkempt bed where the sheets and comforter were crumpled into a heap near the foot. He crawled on and got on his back, covering most of the mattress with his tremendous height. He slipped one hand beneath his head and kept his hairy, orange legs open. “Come on over," he said, flopping his erection onto his belly. “Let's see what this thing can do."

“Hell yeah~" Kyle came bounding over and vaulted onto the bed, his penis bouncing out of his groin with just as much energy. One leg kicked over his brother to saddle his thighs. When he sat down their poles met for the first time since their evolution. Kyle held them together in one hand, shaft to shaft, their heartbeats pulsing next to each other. The skin burned brightly. “Damn. It doesn't even look or feel real."

“No it doesn't. Think it'll last?"

“What, the size or the boner?"

“The size. Oh God… I [i]hope[/i] the boner goes away."

“Oh yeah. I don't think the size will last, or the boner."

Justin raised an eyebrow at him. “And yet you still bought the whole set."

“Shut up and fuck me, loser."

“You're the one sitting on me. Get moving."

“I would, but I think some lube is in order."

“Oh yeah? Too much for you, eh?"

Kyle scoffed. “Shut up. Where's the stuff?"

Justin jutted his head at the nightstand next to the bed. “Top drawer."

Kyle leaned over Justin, pressing into his rotund belly so that he could reach the drawer. He pulled it open and found a green bottle of KY in it. He pulled it out, popped the cap, and squirted some into his palm. He swished his hands together and started lathering Justin's cock.

It was like a lightning bolt had gone off in his crotch. “[i]Ooh! Wow![/i] That's sharp! Holy shit."

Kyle came to a quick stop. “Are you for real?"

“Yeah dude. Oh my God. It's like you're putting vaporub on that shit."

“Want me to stop?"

“Fuck no. Keep going. I'm too fucking horny."

“Good, 'cause I am too."

Kyle finished lubing up Justin's cock with a few fluid tugs alternating between each hand. He stood up on his knees and rubbed around his tail hole. Sharp tingles sizzled up through his floor muscle, making his pucker tweak. “Alright." He held Justin's cock upright and hovered his hind end over it. He kept himself relaxed as he came down and sat on it, greeting the fat head with his hole. More of those sharp tingles blew through his insides, then grew once he put his weight on it.

“Ah…" It was tough at first. Though Justin's added girth wasn't anything too drastic, it was more than what he was used to. Stretching around it took some time and effort. He breathed slowly, trying not to clench too hard and make things more difficult.

Justin didn't have it much easier. His brother's clench on his cock head was tight enough to make him hiss through his teeth. The lube was still hot on his skin, making the AC feel all the more crisp as it brushed through the space between his lap and Kyle's ass. Finally Kyle was able to swallow the head, making the both of them gasp.

“Ahhh shit," huffed Justin. He instinctively grabbed Kyle's hips and rubbed them. “That's good. Keep going."

“Mmmmmm, I'm trying," said Kyle, his voice starting to sound desperate. His ass went down that perilous length, absorbing its punishing breadth until finally he was able to sit on his brother's lap. Both of them shivered hard. Kyle's dick bounced with a flex. More precum oozed from the slit. He felt some of Justin's leak inside of him. The jelly sent more of its icy sensations humming through his innards. “[i]Oh fuck… Ahh… That's good.[/i]"

“Yeah… It is… Ah damn." Kyle had never felt tighter. With his ass firmly wrapped around his dick, Justin's entire groin region felt like it was on fire. “Come on. Ride that thing for me. Ahhh… This is gonna be good."

“[i]Mmmm… I know… I know… Just… gimme a sec. Oh…[/i]" Justin's rod was firmly pressed into Kyle's buzzer. He felt everything just as keenly, throwing his muscles into a noticeable fit of quakes. “[i]OK… Here I go. Mmm…[/i]" He rose slowly, unveiling Justin's shaft up to the head before he came back down. “[i]Hahhh! Ahhh…[/i]"

Justin's jaw switched from slack to clenched. “Nnnn… Yeah! That's good. Ah!"

With a concerted effort Kyle began to ride him, driven by a rabid horniness that made his cock pulse angrily. His moans came out of him without control, escalating along with a pleasure that had seized his entire lower body. “[i]Huhhh! Oh fuck! Ohhhh shit! I-! Huhhh… Ahhhh![/i]" His hand swung around to his penis and jerked it. Still wet with the lube, it added to the blinding barrage of white-hot joy that had taken hold of them both. “[i]Huhhh! Tcht-! Ahhhhhhh! Fuck![/i]"

Justin was just along for the ride, gripping Kyle's thighs and scraping his fingers through the fur. His face was twisted by what could've been confused as pain. He was just as vocal as Kyle, letting out sharp gasps and huffs with the occasional moan in between. “[i]Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck! Hahhhhhh![/i]"

The bed bounced beneath them. The frame creaked and moaned. The floor shook. All of it was secondary to the noise both brothers let loose, one that careened through the house, finding every corner and breaching every wall. It reached its climax at the same time the brothers did, their experiment having reached its end with an explosive, mutual release of fluids.

Kyle's voice was at its highest, his jerking at its fastest. With a face stretched by ecstasy he started falling backwards, all coordination having left him in favor of a body-wide series of violent quakes. Whipping from his hand-choked penis were several tendrils of cum. They struck Justin's chest and neck, seemingly without pause between spurts. Kyle was only just able to stop himself from falling backwards when his free hand reached back to grab a handful of bedsheet. “[i]Huuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

Within moments Justin was at his peak alongside him. His hips rocketed into the air, lifting Kyle with them. The tips of his fingers dug into the flanks of Kyle's ass so hard that they shook. A menacing snarl came across his face, revealing two rows of painfully clenched teeth. “[i]Hhhhhhhrrrrrnnnggggghhhhhhhhhuuuhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

He spent his orgasm in Kyle's backside. His ass flopped back down onto the mattress only when the last rope had spewed out of him. He ended his growl with a long sigh. The residual ache of joy hung across his body like some kind of blissful paralysis, the highest high. Kyle was the same way, sitting atop Justin's lap only loosely before he was able to let loose a laugh.

“Haha! Hahahaha…. Ahhhh… Holy fucking shit… Ahhhh… That was awesome. Huhhh…"

Justin smacked his lips. His mouth was terribly dry. He couldn't even feel the mattress beneath him. It was like he was floating. The only thing concrete was the seven foot orangutan sitting on him with his dick up the ass. “Ahhh… Yeah… Yeah… Fuck… Whooo…"

Kyle got off carefully. Justin's pecker fell out and slapped back down onto his belly. It was smeared in a nauseous mix of cum, churned lube, and grime. From Kyle's distended pucker oozed a fat slug of white nectar. It glopped down onto Justin's balls. Kyle sat back down on his thighs, landing his nuts on Justin's. Their penises were still hard like rocks, like nothing had even happened.

“Wow," huffed Justin, gawking at their unfazed members. “I did not think it would work that well."

“Right? Me neither. Aren't you glad I bought that thing?"

“Hell yeah I am. Let's just hope our boners go down. Sorry if I'm not trying to lumber something like this around all day."

“Ah, fuck that. Give me a huge stiffy all day. I don't care."

“Well, I know you don't, you horny freak."

Kyle cackled. “You know it."

Kyle rolled off of him and stood off the bed. His legs were like rubber, requiring a few seconds to catch his balance and not topple back over onto the bed. He could feel Justin's seed sloshing inside of him. A thickish layer of it had accumulated along the inside of his cheeks. “I think I'll hit the shower. Jesus. You did a number on me."

“You're telling me." Justin was stroking his cock. It was going soft again, but not without a fight. The sensitivity hadn't waned. More juices were seeping from the tip and draining down his length. He wasn't sure if that was the leftovers of his orgasm or another surge of precum heralding a need for a second round. With as much arousal as he had just suffered through, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was the latter. “You go ahead. I think I'll see what this thing still has left in it."

“Alright. You do that." Kyle left his brother to his devices and went to the upstairs bathroom where he took a quick shower. From the time he got out his erection had barely faded. It was at that stage above half-chub but not quite all the way hard. Jostling it around in the hot shower spray did nothing to bring it down. He was afraid to play with it any more than that, lest he suffer one of those infamous “four hour erections" so bemoaned in those boner pill commercials. He cleaned himself out and dried off with a towel, throwing his orange fur in a fuzz. Not bothering to brush it out, he waltzed back to Justin's room to see how he was doing.

Kyle found him still on the bed, dick in his hand, panting hard, more cum having been splayed across his belly. He saw Kyle walk in. “Hey, dude."

Kyle stood there dumbly. “Uh, hey. You're still going?"

“Yeah dude. Fuck… Look at this shit." He held his dick aloft. It was still firm. “This shit isn't going anywhere anytime soon. I think we gotta nut, like, five more times before it does. That pump you bought is the fucking truth, dude."

Kyle laughed out loud. “See? I told you."

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get over here and let me fuck the rest of this boner out."

Kyle shrugged sarcastically. “You got it."

***

By a stroke of fortune and an hour-long session of back-breaking sex they were able to deplete their erections. At the end of it they had bathed themselves in a sickening miasma of sweat and cum, equally mixed between them. Kyle's backside felt like it had been run through by a locomotive. Justin's dick skin was rubbed absolutely raw. Moving had become a herculean effort for the both of them. Just getting to the shower and wiping off the mess they made took several more pushes of effort than was normally required.

They didn't say it out loud, but it was all but decided that they would use the next size pump eventually. Neither of them thought it would be so soon, but after only a few days of rampant fucking and no signs of the swelling going down, it was time to amp things up to level 2.

They were in Kyle's room this time, a much smaller area cram-packed with posters. They sat beside each other on the edge of his bed near the wall, both in their usual nudity. The pump apparatus was bundled on the floor between them. The smallest cylinder was on its side, discarded in favor of its bigger brother, now in Justin's hand and over his crotch. The sizes above it were still in a stack, standing nearby as if watching its second-youngest go to work.

Justin went to work, pumping away, sucking out the air out of the cylinder and sinking it into his crotch. In just a few squeezes his penis was hard again. It already harbored a forest of veins and a color like the face of a person getting choked, only now it got worse. With the building pressure his penis grew through the height of the cylinder. His balls got fatter. The foreskin got thicker. Precum was already clotting within the slit. The color was an even darker shade of red, something like a leathery maroon. He pumped and pumped until finally the discomfort was too much and he twisted the valve. [i]Fsssssssssss…[/i]

“Ahh… There we go." Justin pulled the cylinder off. Bigger, he was definitely bigger. The head of his penis, now close to the breadth of a baseball bat, hung well past the middle part of his thighs, close to the upper crust of his knees. The foreskin was not a blanket of skin but a rubbery ring of flesh like the glans of a horse. It was such a deep shade of red that it could've been mistaken for black at first glance. Naturally, it was absolutely smothered in veins. His scrotum was appropriately large, filling out a great portion of the space between his thighs like a bag of apples.

“Fuck. Look at that. Goddamn." he huffed. Touching it made him wince. “Yup. That's sensitive. Ah… It's like a sunburn, but a good one. Look! There's already some pre comin' out."

Kyle was looking, alright. “Yeah-yeah-yeah. Now let me see it."

Justin handed it over to him. “Knock yourself out. Dyin' to see what it'll do to you."

“Me too." Kyle put the cylinder over his lap. His dick was already hard, invigorated by the sight of his horrendously endowed brother. Just a few squeezes on the bulb and the seal was made. A few squeezes after that and the process was in full swing. His dick grew towards the apex of the cylinder like a plant in a timelapse. He saw the tips of his veins creep towards the head, coming close but never quite reaching it. His scrotum puffed out into something gargantuan. His nuts felt the worst of the pressure, them being the densest concentration of nerves. Soon he was gritting his teeth. It felt like having a weight strapped to his junk and then letting it hang. Brotherly competition kept him pumping the bulb, driving his cock and balls towards something that rivaled what Justin had.

Justin had to put an end to it. “Dude, I think that's enough for now."

“Ahh, fuck. You're right." Kyle twisted the knob and pulled off the cylinder. His balls were so swollen that it was like pulling a pringles can off the head of a wild animal. While not as girthy a pillar as Justin's, it more than made up for it in length, towering out of his lap with cartoonish arrogance. The same grim color of red was painted across it. He thought he saw the roadmap of veins throbbing visibly. Exposing it to the bedroom air was like pouring a corrosive substance on it. That could be tolerated given how unbearably horny he was now. “Fuck, dude. You were right. It [i]is[/i] like a sunburn."

“Yeah, but it feels good, right?"

“Yeah, kinda. More like I gotta nut really fucking bad. Ah!" Sending a sharp chill down his dick was a drop of precum rolling down to his nuts.

“Yeah, just look at me." Justin wagged his cock in front of him. It was drooling just as badly. “Wanna hop on this and get things rolling?"

“Ahhh… In a little bit. I got a better idea for right now."

“Oh? Enlighten me."

“Here." Kyle reached into his brother's lap and wrapped his hand around his dick. “How 'bout this?"

Justin huffed. “Yeah, that's nice."

“Good, now how about you do the same for me?"

“Oh, I'd be remiss not to." Justin returned the favor, running his palm down Kyle's impressive shaft. “God. I thought it didn't look real before. Oooh… Now it looks like a fucking unicorn horn. Even bigger. Mmm…"

“Yeah? Ah… You're like that too. Maybe not a… Mmm… Not a unicorn horn. But like… A sea cucumber, I guess."

Justin burst out laughing. “A sea cucumber?"

Kyle smiled bashfully. “I don't know. Whatever it is, I can barely close my hand around it."

“Yeah. Ah… It's taking me all day to get all the way up and down on yours. We should measure it sometime. We got a ruler? Ooh…"

“Downstairs where we keep the supplies, I think. Not bragging, but I don't think a ruler's gonna be enough to get all of this."

“No, I don't think so either. There's gotta be a tape measure in the garage."

“Awesome."

They resumed their placid circle jerk for a while, touching each other slowly and producing more and more precum. It shone across their shafts, [i]schlicking[/i] audibly beneath each other's touch. Their eyes were sleepy and their huffs filled the room with their mouth vapor.

Justin's eyes wandered and saw the stack of cylinders. There were still two sizes left to go. “Mmm… Think the bigger ones'll get us even bigger?" he asked.

“Huhhh… Yeah, they should. I, uh… I think if the first two did the trick than the other one should. Hahhhh…"

“Yeah, but like… Those things are big. Look at 'em. What'll those turn us into? Huhhhh… Ain't that a little too big? Will the pump even work at that size? Fuck…"

“I guess we'll find out. As for the size…" Kyle chuckled. “Ain't nothing too big for the two of us. I'll drag my dick on the floor if I have to. Ahh…"

Justin cackled. “I'd like to see that. Mmmm… Ahhh… Ah shit. Keep going. I'm close. Ahh!"

Kyle tightened his grip and went faster. His face was starting to bunch up under the weight of his own pleasure. “I gotcha. Mmmmm, do the same for me. I'm gonna nut too. Mmm!"

Justin obliged, putting some extra unf behind his grip. Their huffs turned into moans, interspersed by curt cusses and gasps. Justin came first, shooting a load so high into the air that it came dangerously close to smacking into the ceiling above. It came plummeting back down, thudding on the carpet in front of Justin's curling toes. “[i]Ahhhhhhhh~![/i]"

While he came through Kyle's fist, he maintained a rapid jerk to finish Kyle off too. He followed not much later. “[i]Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuhhh~![/i]" A thin, white rope of cum spewed out of him in a blur. This one did reach the ceiling, right above Kyle's head. What wasn't stuck to the paint and everything that came after it rained back down on his lap and torso. “[i]Fuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh~[/i]"

Their holds on each other lasted beyond the conclusion of their climaxes. They sat where they were, still panting, trapped in the afterglow, the air reeking of their batter which was stuck to the carpet, their fur, and the ceiling above. Kyle lolled his head back and saw the milky stain splatted above him.

“Oh shit. Didn't think I had that in me!" he joked.

“Wha-?" Justin saw him looking up then looked at the ceiling. “Oh shit. Heh… Quite the hot shot, aren't you?"

“Looks like it. Mmmm… Don't think I've had a handy quite like that."

“I know I haven't." He let go of Kyle's pillar. Sitting on the side of his hand and around the root of his thumb were several molten pearls. More of it was on his lap and tummy, yet after all of that his dick wasn't going soft. Neither was Justin's. “Look's like this thing's boosting our duration too. Think we're gonna be pornstars before long."

“Shit, we aren't already? I bet money we'd put most of them to shame. One more size and we'll be more hung than horses."

Now that his orgasm was out of the way and his horny was down (for now), Justin's trepidations about the larger pump sizes were beginning to settle with more clarity. Yes, they could've put horses to shame with just one more size up, but was that necessary? Weren't they doing enough harm to their bodies as it was?

“I don't know man," Justin said, scratching his head. “You really think that's a good idea?"

“Hey, if you don't wanna do it, you don't gotta do it. I'm just getting my money's worth out of these things. The results are kicking ass so far, so why not keep it going?"

Justin knew there was no talking him out of it. He also had to admit that the results were hard to argue against. With all the fun they were having, what was the point in stopping it for himself? “Yeah, alright. I think I'll keep going."

Kyle clapped him on the back. “I knew you would, buddy. Now how about we try out this latest size of yours and see if I can fit it?" Before Justin had time to answer he went to his dresser. From the top drawer he produced a bulk-sized bottle of KY.

Justin laughed. “Yeah, let's do that."

[center]***[/center]

As it turned out, Kyle could handle things quite well. Several sessions of bed-rocking doggystyle and frame-creaking cowboy riding proved that he was more than malleable enough to withstand Justin's punishing girth. Justin, meanwhile, proved that his added size was not just for show when he had flooded Kyle's ass with load after load. Those swollen cum tanks, now like soft balls, were producing more in mere minutes than the brothers could hope for in an entire week. Putting a halt to their festivities was not a depletion of their reserves but a severe exhaustion that left them immobilized and doused in sweat.

The room was in a worse state. The ceiling remained clean other than Kyle's first explosion, but the walls coming down from them were spared none of what followed. His bed was a Pollockian disaster. The steam cleaner had to make a trip to his room. An entire hour and a half had to be spent taking a wet rag and rubbing down the walls so that they were clean.

And still their bodies were not done with them. The rest of the day and that night meant nursing their uncompromisable erections. With the fatigue of their romp still burning at their muscles they were resigned to jerking off on their lonesome, a task not much easier than recruiting the help of either brother. Each pole died down eventually, but not before the two of them had suffered through a number of orgasms in the double digits.

The next few days followed the same trend, albeit more tamely so as to prevent the wreckage of the previous day. Skateboarding became awkward for Kyle. Smuggling something like a severed head in his crotch throughout the neighborhood proved difficult. The front part of his jean's beltline was lifted off of his hips, exposing the topside of his pubes and the hilt of his shaft. Each stride was a risk. Having his pants fall in the middle of the road was not something he was prepared to deal with.

Justin went through something similar when his friends called him over to hang out and get high. He had the presence of mind to wear multiple layers of underwear to keep his bulge somewhat hidden. Somewhat hidden wasn't enough. He was teased for his swollen crotch, asked if he was smuggling a brick of weed. He laughed along with them, assuring that it was his actual junk. Doubts were had. His more garish friend dared him to prove it. Justin said he wouldn't, but everyone else was persistent.

Just one push on his pants and underwear and their doubts were silenced.

And it still wasn't enough. On the fourth day of wielding their doubly swollen peckers they brought out level 3. Back in Justin's room, it was Kyle who went first again. Towels were laid out across the bed and on the carpet surrounding it. There would be a more catastrophic mess this time, for sure, but they were ready for it.

Sitting on the edge of Justin's bed, Kyle put the cylinder on. The top of it came up to his nipples. If his dick got up to anywhere near that height, he would truly be on the same tier as most horses. That ignored whatever his balls would turn into. There would likely be no comparison to make with them that wouldn't come off as pure hyperbole.

That's what the both of them hoped for as Justin watched Kyle from his beanbag and twirled a finger around his cockhead to keep it hard. With just that to keep him going there was already a torrent of precum that had glazed his entire rod. There would be much more to come once his turn came.

At the moment Kyle was starting to pump the bulb. He went quickly, putting any and all caution to the wind. [i]Psst-psst-psst-psst-psst-psst-psst-[/i] The process went slowly this time. With so much volume to pull out of the cylinder there were much more pumps required. It didn't faze Kyle. He blazed away, not stopping until he was at the full size the cylinder would allow him.

The beginning of his transformation into a part-equine started off tamely and as usual. First was the birth of his glans out of the foreskin, then the gradual creep of lengthening veins, and of course the bloat of his nuts. Things escalated after a minute of pumping. The complexion of his dick skin plummeted rapidly, becoming something like a morose black.

“Ahhh…" So much growth of an organ that was already that troublesome was painful. He chanted to himself not to slow down. The sooner he had his dick at the biggest size the sooner he could stop. Justin watched him grunt and heave through the discomfort until finally his cock was at the top of the cylinder. He groaned like a weightlifter coming off of a large set as he turned the valve and pulled it off. “[i]Ahhhh![/i]"

“Jesus Christ, dude," muttered Justin. “There's no fucking way."

Kyle laughed. Sweat was coming down his face. “Crazy, right? Fuck." He dared to touch it. “Ahhh… It's touchy. Real touchy. Mmmmm…" A lavaflow of clearish precum was slithering down his pole as usual. Rubbing his hand down as slowly as he could made the muscles in his thighs clench. He had a scrotum like a bag of groceries. The nuts hung on the very edge of the bed looking ready to fall through the skin. “Yeah, hurry up with yours. We [i]gotta[/i] do something about this." He tossed Justin the pump.

Justin caught it. “Fuck, I'm itching right now already. This shit's gonna be [i]boofin'[/i]" He slit the cylinder over his cock and went to work.

He was not spared the struggle Kyle went through. Minutes of frantic pumping passed before he was at the limit of what he could physically take. His cock tip did not quite reach the cylinder roof, but whatever deficit there was in length he made up for several times over by a girth fit to act as a bollard pole. He turned the valve and removed the cylinder. What it unveiled was an onyx black obelisk bound in veins as thick as Justin's fingers.

Justin gawked at it, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. “Ahhhhhhh… I'm on fire, dude. Damn. We gotta fuck."

Kyle was already crawling back onto the bed, getting on his back, and spreading his legs. His colossal cock sat on his belly, letting loose a small pond of precum above his navel. “You're telling me. Get over here and do it, loser."

Justin would've taken time to exchange his own trash talk if he wasn't so raring to fuck. “Heh, here I come."

Justin hopped onto the bed, and then his brother. Even with the destructive size of his piston, Justin had it inside Kyle in just a matter of careful aiming and one, ardent shove. Excitements were too high to register any of the potentially uncomfortable stretching or squeezing. All that could be felt was that mindless drive to breed and be bred, something that pushed Justin into a barrage of humps so long that the fur on his ass and legs would flatten into his skin with each pull back and then whip outwards with the following thrust. Sweat fell off him in droves, raining on the squealing cock sleeve beneath him, their fluid output turning biblical with each orgasm.

The bed was ruined, and so was any hopes of having a normal summer. Skateboarding was a non-option for Kyle now that he had an anvil in his breeches heavy enough to knock him off-balance. He was content with practicing his moves in the part of the driveway behind the house where fewer people would see his dangler flop between his thighs like a lifeless trout every time he performed an ollie. None of his pants or underwear fit anymore, not that he ever cared to wear those again. With every undergarment squeezing the life out of his package, clothes seemed more like a prison than ever before.

Justin still hung out with his friends, although now they had to come over due to the orangutan's recent immobility. They didn't think anything could amaze them more than what he had shown them last time. He proved them wrong. Pictures were taken and posted online where a vast majority of people with common sense called photoshop. Who could blame them, really? Only when video of Justin (his face being withheld for now) rubbing his cock was posted did they recant any of their doubts.

Still the brothers fucked. Whatever amount of time was spent skateboarding or hanging with friends was doubled by their time in bed together. That didn't even include the other places they fucked. The kitchen, the dining room, the TV room, the den, even their father's study suffered the storm of their fecundity. Even when they were apart the house couldn't be spared. They hemorrhaged precum at a near perpetual rate, dripping onto the floor wherever they went and adding to the house-wide sex smell. Erections were as difficult to vanquish as ever, often going the entire day without folding. They would fall asleep one night and wake up to find it had barely gone down.

Throughout it all the last cylinder size lingered, begging their attention and use. It was in Justin's room, standing by his wall with the smaller sizes lying around its base. It was the only one left, the only one worth using. There was the key to becoming hyperphallic monsters. It teased Justin every night, Kyle every time he visited Justin's room. It was only a matter of time before they gave in and strapped the thing on.

They lasted a whopping two days. Kyle went first again, in the same position as last time on the edge of Justin's bed while Justin was back in the beanbag. They didn't bother with any idle chat. It was like being in some kind of out of body trance where words had no meaning, only immediate action in the pursuit of pleasure, the latter of which both of them had become intimately familiar with.

Kyle picked up the cylinder off the carpet from in front of him. It was big, very, very big. Justin remembered thinking that it would've worked as a poster tube. Looking at it now it could've been a traffic cone. Kyle, whose fingers were broad like any simian's, had to hold it with two hands. The neck was too big to fit in his lap. He had to spend several seconds stuffing his huge scrotum inside to fill the seal.

With one last push on one of his balls everything was in place. He held up the squeeze bulb. “Whooo… here we go."

“Be careful," said Justin.

Kyle sighed. “No promises."

He started squeezing the bulb. It was an arduous process, showing little results for the first few minutes of pumping. Kyle's arm started to ache, requiring a break at one point. Justin stayed quiet. His focus on his brother's cock encased behind that shiny plastic shell was rapt. Kyle kept squeezing, until finally something started happening. His cock went through the motions: more veins, darker color, an increasing height, etc.

But this was at a scale like never before. The intimidating height of the cylinder was climbed ever so surely, like a mountaineer on the approach to the summit. His scrotum inflated around the bottom of the cylinder like a liquid filling a glass. He gritted through it, ignoring the ache in his forearm and the agonizing burn across his genitals. He couldn't bring himself to stop if he wanted to.

In fact, it was the cylinder that had enough before he did. The pump simply couldn't pull out any more air, it was now so thin inside the cylinder. By then the tip of his cock was flattened against the roof of it. His scrotum filled almost half of that height. That was as big as he'd go, and still he pumped, driven wild by a desire for more, more, more.

Justin laughed. “Dude, I think that's enough. Save some dick for the rest of us."

Kyle stopped only when he realized Justin was in the room with him. “Oh yeah… Heh, whoops." He let go of the bulb and twisted the valve. There was no satisfying [i]fsss[/i] of air refilling the cylinder. His sack had swollen so badly that it was blocking the valve. He was going to have to take it off by force. “Ah shit. Here we go." He grabbed the cylinder with both hands. With a slow and careful heave the cylinder started sliding off his scrotum. It was like a magician pulling the curtain off an appearing trick. Finally he got it off.

[i]Thoomp![/i]

The cylinder rocketed upward like a tug-o-war rope being released. Falling out of it was an avalanche of meat. Kyle's scrotum was now comparable to the beanbag Justin sat on. It forced his thighs apart to make room. His nuts, which were just a few days ago perfectly normal sized, could be used as basketballs; their diameter was longer than even the most well-hung of men. Speaking of hung, his cock was a monster. It was not yet erect, falling over his ballsack like a tree severed from its taproot. Any hint that it had been the color red was completely gone. It was a frightening onyx, without a fragment of lighter complexion from the root of his balls to his precum-oozing cocktip. It was broader than his arm, probably heavier too. The veins running through it were thicker than his cock had been before this entire fiasco. It sagged the portion of the mattress it sat on. Floating out of it was a lung-searing musk just as heavy and audacious.

“Oh… my God…" muttered Kyle. “Dude… Look at this shit. Mmmmm… Fuck."

“I see it," said Justin. “I definitely see it."

Kyle picked his cock up. It felt like a small tree trunk. As it came up a fat glob of precum squelched out of him in a volume comparable to a normal man's orgasm. “Duuuuuuuude. This is fucking crazy dude!"

“I see that! Try standing up."

“Oh God. If I can." Kyle held the sides of the bed and propelled himself forward. He got on his feet well enough, but from there he nearly toppled over then his two bowling balls came sliding down, nearly pulling them down with him like an anchor. His dick flopped down with it, reaching not only past his knees but beyond the mid-shin. “Whoa! Jesus! Haha! Fuck!" He looked down and stood with his legs far apart. With just a slight bend of the knees his dick was touching the carpet, covering it with his precum point blank. “Fuck. That's insane."

“You're fucking right it is." Justin stood up from the beanbag. His penis was hard, looking even more eager than he was to amp things up even further. “Let me see it."

“Here." Kyle handed him the pump. The first step towards the beanbag was the first sign that moving wasn't going to be easy from now on. The sides of his sack scraped the insides of his knees. He had to walk at a bow-legged gait. Just sitting down became a challenge. The bean bag [i]whumpfed[/i] loudly when he plopped down on it. His dick hung over the edge like a fallen log. “Jesus…"

Justin was hyping himself up on the edge of the bed. Fitting his cock and balls into the cylinder's neck took some time given his girth. Once everything was inside he got to pumpin'. It was Kyle's turn to watch from afar. Justin's cock went through the same motions, swelling into a monster only dreamed of for comedic hyperbole. Now it was a reality, filling out most of the cylinder until Justin's nuts fell atop the valve and would allow no more.

“Goddamn… Look at that," Justin said. A full ten minutes had passed since his first squeeze. Sweat was coming down his face flaps.

“I told you," Kyle said, equally mesmerized.

Justin turned the valve, but as he expected, there was no hiss. He pulled on the cylinder with both hands. All that did was pull his nuts taut. Tugging on it a few more times didn't get it up any further. “Oh no…"

“Need help?" Kyle asked.

Justin gave it one more pull. It wasn't coming off. “[i]Fuck![/i] Yeah, I think I do."

“Hold on. I'm coming." Kyle got to his feet slowly, encumbered by the Gilgameshian set of organs clanking around between his knees. He waddled over awkwardly then grabbed the cylinder. He put his foot on the side of the mattress and looked at Justin. “You ready?"

Justin nodded. “Yeah. Do it."

“Alright. On three. One. Two. [i]Three![/i]" He shoved with his foot and pulled as hard as he could. The neck of the cylinder slid up Justin's balls, squeezing them together in their purse. Justin flashed his teeth in pain and grunted as the neck took its sweet time sliding off him until finally…

[i]POP![/i]

A sound like a giant cork being shot rang through the bedroom. Kyle was sent flying backwards. He was lucky the bean bag was right behind, ready to catch him. He landed on his ass with a wheeze, the cylinder gripped tightly in his hands.

Justin's junk fell out of it like a ton of bricks. It was every bit as massive as Kyle's, though much stouter like it had been. He had achieved that ominous black color. The foreskin could've fit a basketball inside of it, or rather the basketball-sized testes that hung off the edge of the bed like miniature wrecking balls. The shaft fell downwards. A tail of precum had flown out of the tip, following the trajectory of the cylinder as it went soaring away. It fell to the carpet audibly, connected to Justin's cock mouth by a steady, unflinching ooze of white.

Justin was leaning back on his arms, panting. “Ahhh! Hahhhh! Ahhhhhh…" He managed a chuckle. “Wow. It's everything I hoped it would be. Fuck."

Kyle was laughing on the beanbag. He tossed the cylinder aside, its tube going into a flail when it hit the carpet and rolled to a stop. There wasn't any need for it anymore. “It sure is." He stood up again, groaning along the way. “Shit. Just standing up is a fucking chore. I think whatever weight we gained with these things we're gonna burn off."

“I doubt that. Let me try." Justin sat up and slid off the bed. He experienced the same calamitous drop of his sex organs towards the floor and almost being dragged down with it. “Jesus… It's like… It's like carrying a fucking child between my legs." He ran his hand down the side of his shaft. There was a labyrinthine maze of veins weaving and branching throughout it. The skin was like leather, tough but oh so sensitive. “Think we can get hard?"

“Oh, I bet we can, though it might take a little cooperation between us."

“I'm down for that, but first we gotta weigh these things. Wanna try out the scale in the bathroom?"

“Hell yeah, if we can fucking make it there."

Kyle led the way, or at least he tried to. Just turning around meant exerting most of his leg strength. Each step meant nudging his knee into the adjacent ball and having it swing back through his legs. He was barely out the door when his muscles were aching from the strain. Justin had it worse with his wider sack and husky frame.

“OK. Hold on. There's gotta be a better way to do this," Kyle said.

“Please, God," wheezed Justin. “I'm dying over here."

“Yeah, let's just…" He opened his legs further, bent over, and then hugged his nuts so that he could pull them up and carry them like a wheelbarrow. His dick hung over them, leaking splooge as always. Kyle could finally close his legs. “There we go. That's better, I guess."

Justin did the same. “Oh yeah, I'm better built for this."

It made locomotion only less awkward. They still had to hold onto their scrotums like sacks of grain. Kyle resisted the urge to try and throw it over his shoulder and carry it that way. They made it to the upstairs bathroom where they let their sacks back down gently. The scale was in front of the toilet, next to the shower.

“I'll go first," Kyle said, stepping up to the scale. “Says it has a limit of 400 lbs. How much do you weigh? I mean before you had a dick like that."

Justin laughed. “360, I think."

“Oh shit. You might break this thing."

“Whatever. We can buy a new one."

“That's the spirit." Kyle stepped on the scale. The small LED screen lit up with a blue color and flashed its digital numbers. After a few seconds it settled on 316 pounds and 8 ounces. “Jesus. 316."

Justin whistled. “And how much were you before?"

“Around 260."

“Sheesh. Congratulations, you're having triplets. Two ten pound girls and a twenty pound boy."

Kyle laughed out loud. “Yeah? Let's see what you've got."

“Alright. Let's hope I don't crack this thing." He followed after Kyle. When he stepped onto it the plastic frame creaked in protest, making the two brothers cringe. It held firm, thank God, and came up with a whopping score of 407 pounds and 13 ounces. “Christ," moaned Justin. “I don't know if that means I should lose weight or my dick is just too big."

“Why not both? As for your dick…" Kyle hugged him from behind. His cock dangled between both of them, inches behind its obese neighbor. “I think we oughta see what these bad boys can do, eh?" He reached around Justin and caressed his penis.

Justin chuckled softly. “Yeah, that sounds-"

[i]CRACK![/i]

Both of them jumped out of their skin as the scale cracked apart beneath Justin's feet. He jumped backwards, knocking into Kyle and bumping him into the counter. Both of them started laughing. “Oops," said Justin.

Kyle, trapped between him and the counter, patted Justin's belly. “Looks like you do need to lose some weight, tubby!"

“Pff, shut up and get on the counter so I can fuck you, loser."

“You got it, Jabba." Kyle pulled himself on the counter and sat on it. There was a mirror behind him that he leaned back on. He pulled his dick up and laid it across his torso like a sash.

Justin turned around and hoisted his cock up to drop it on Kyle's. [i]Plop![/i] Their meats bounced and jostled off one another heavily. Justin had his hand on the top of his, pressing it into his brother's. While rolling it around he asked, “Feel anything yet?"

“Are you kidding? I'm on fire. I can feel the blood pumping like a fire hydrant. Hope I don't get light headed. How 'bout you?"

“Oh, I can feel it too. God, our skins are like shoe leather. Fuck. So much pre…"

“Mmmmmm~" Kyle dipped two of his fingers into Justin's cock hole, plugging the flow of precum before he pulled them out and sucked them clean. “I fucking love it. I say keep it coming."

“Gonna need to carry around a bucket with us to collect all this shit."

“Whatever. We'll do whatever we need to. Right now you should worry about getting us both hard."

“Don't worry," said Justin with a cheeky smile. “I'm working on it."

Work on it he did, frotting that bollard of meat into a circle around Kyle's. Their heats mingled tightly, radiating the air between them and intensifying their heart beats. It was good that the two of them were so young and healthy; their hearts were put at their absolute limits making sure their staffs would grow hard.

At last they did, achieving a stature more prestigious than even the most garish monuments. The head of Kyle's cock sat on his collar, dousing it in his fluids. Justin's was not far below it, achieving dominance with its beefier posture. Whatever the comparison, they were both really fucking big. Just touching their cocks together had them raring to go.

“Think you can take this?" Justin asked.

“You've asked me that every time now. I've always been able to."

“Yeah, but none of those times were anything like this."

“No they weren't, but I really don't give a shit. Put that thing in me and fill me the fuck up. I'm too horny to turn back now."

“Yeah, me too." Justin took a few steps back. His cock slid down Kyle's length and then off his balls. Justin aimed at his ass which was currently protected by the sag of that giant scrotum. “Mind moving that out of the way for me?"

“Shit. My bad." Kyle pulled his nuts up, exposing a very needy pucker.

“Heh, don't worry about it." Justin grabbed his cock with one hand and held Kyle's shin with the other. He came forward and pushed into Kyle's cheek slot. A great shiver of anticipation rolled through them both, accompanied by a sigh. Justin pushed until he could feel the resistance of Kyle's star. He kept going, feeling it distend. Kyle gasped and then grunted. He held onto his nuts tightly, bracing for the brutal stretching that worsened with every inch Justin gained on him.

“[i]Huuhhhhhh…[/i]" Kyle's head fell back on the mirror. His features contorted and stretched.

“You good?" asked Justin without stopping or slowing.

“[i]Yeah. Keep it comin'.[/i]"

“Roger." Justin followed orders, pushing and pushing until at last Kyle's ass was gripping the head of his cock.

That accomplishment on its own was a feeling of euphoria. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh~[/i]" His entire body was shaking already.

Justin felt himself shaking too. Even after fucking his brother for so long and with four other cock sizes, this managed to be the tightest he had ever experienced him. But of course. He was fucking him with a battering ram. He hooked his hands around Kyle's thighs. He buttocks clenched, powering that rocket up into his brother. “Hahhhhhhhhh…. That's good. Yeeeaaaah."

His brother concurred. “[i]Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck~![/i]" Through half-scrunched eyes he watched as a fat mound of bulged flesh crept up the bottom part of his gut and passed his navel. It was incredibly surreal and felt extremely good. “[i]God… Yes… Uhhhhhh…[/i]"

Justin kept going until the tip of that cock bulge was at the border of Kyle's chest. Surrounding it was a hideously rearranged set of innards that gripped Justin with angry insistence. The both of them were besides themselves with sensations both wonderful and abhorrent, trembling like leaves and barely able to move.

Justin was finally able to pull back and make the first thrust. It came long and slowly, ensuring every inch was utilized. With each scrape across his boy button Kyle would flex out a glob of precum onto his neck. He shouted loudly, his voice echoing from between the bathroom's tight walls. “[i]Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh FUCK! Ohhhhhhh, yes… Yes. Yes. Huhhhhhh…[/i]"

Justin was sweating already. Pushing such an incredible weight at even a torpid pace was a workout. Here he was heaving over 50 pounds of meat as hard as he could with his brother's asshole acting as resistance. He grunted through the effort and a great barrage of sensations that had him on the brink of cumming. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Huhhh… FfffffffffffffffffUCK that's so good… Goddamn…"

“[i]Ohhhhhhhh! Justiiiin![/i]" Kyle's body rocked atop the counter. His arms were all over the place, grabbing at his brother's chest and heaving hips. “[i]Oh God. Uhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming… Yes! I'm-! Uhhhhhhhhhhh![/i]"

Justin felt the same. “Ah shit. Ahhhhh… So am I… Fuck! Ahhhhh! [i]Here I cum! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~![/i]"

One, two, three more heaves into Kyle's ass and Justin finished. His buttocks squeezed to their absolute tightest while his head and upper body were thrown back. Through clenched teeth he let loose a roar. “[i]HHHRRRRRNNGHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" His cum shot out of him like a cannon, smacking into Kyle's flesh and then spilling through his every inner corner. Each pump was like a punch to the gut, filling it with molten nectar.

That was it for Kyle too. “[i]HUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" His climax was just as powerful, but it was not restrained like Justin's was. It spat out of his cock, smacking him right underneath the chin like an uppercut, silencing his girlish wails. More erupted out of him, blowing past his winced face and smacking into the mirror behind him loudly. It was a deluge, one that ended on Kyle and the countertop being defiled by plate-sized splatters of cum.

The two brothers were in shambles. Justin nearly collapsed where he stood, held up only by the grip of Kyle's ass around his cock. Kyle was lucky to have Justin there or else he would've slumped right off the counter like the wet noodle he'd become. A wasted Justin wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his wrist. “Holy shit… Holy shit… Goddamn… Fuck… I… Wow…"

Kyle's eyes flutter open. The other one was held shut by a glob of nut hanging off his brow. He smacked his lips. “Wow is right. Oh my God… Ahhhhh… That was… pretty good… Haha…"

Justin laughed weakly. “Yeah, it was. Here, let me…" He grabbed Kyle's hips and began pulling back. Kyle hissed as he could feel his abdomen falling back into place. Justin's shaft slid out of him like a missile from its silo. Once it was out it slumped immediately. Kyle's tail hole was more like a porthole, a blasphemous crater of gaped meat marinated in cum. There was a horrid belch as Justin's seed came falling out and smacking onto the tiled floor. It stopped only when Kyle's ring muscle was able to close. Even then it could not stop a small amount of cum from permeating through. “Jesus Christ, dude. I fucked you up."

Kyle laughed out loud. “You really did. Thought I could taste your dick in my tonsils there for a second." He sat up with a groan. “Ah shit. I'm not gonna walk right any time soon, that's for sure."

“Heh, and I don't think I'll be letting you heal either."

“Good. I don't want you too." Kyle slid off the counter. He buckled at the knees when the weight of his package came down, but managed to stay upright.

“Easy," Justin said.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it."

Justin looked around at the flood they had created. “Well, this is gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up."

“Fuck yeah, it is. Among other things. Fuck it. It was worth it. Uh… Help me to the shower, will ya?"

“Yeah. Think I'll join you."

The two of them filed into the shower and then closed the glass screen door. They cut the water on and doused themselves in its steamy spray. They cleaned each other off, sagging their orange fur down onto their bodies and ridding the great excess of sex product. What they couldn't wash away was the blissful afterglow, something that would remain for some time.

They came out eventually and cleaned each other off. Exhausted, they carried each other to Justin's bed. They took their time. The excitement was over. No need to rush. They both lied down, making the bed creak once again, this time with their weight alone. On their backs, side by side, a mountain of meat between their opened thighs, they looked at the ceiling.

“Still think that pump set was a bad purchase?" Kyle asked.

Justin scoffed. “I already said I was glad you got it."

“Yeah, but now you're [i]really[/i] glad I got it."

“Oh yeah."

“Think they make any sizes bigger?"

“You know what? No. I don't. I think we're fine where we are."

Kyle snickered. “Yeah, you're right."

“Well, so much for getting a job this summer."

Kyle looked at him. “What do you mean?"

“I mean how the fuck are we gonna get a job now? Or ever?"

“Oh." Kyle looked back up at the ceiling. “There's always OnlyFans."

Justin laughed. “Oh yeah? I guess we can do that. My friends thought our dicks were awesome. I'm sure a bunch of other folks will too. Though I don't think dad wants any more people knowing about us."

Kyle scoffed through his lips. “Pffff… When has that ever stopped us?"

“Never."

“Yeah, didn't think so."

“So that's our summer job, I guess? Fucking each other for the world to see?"

“Hell yeah."

“Heh, awesome. Should've been doing that sooner."

Kyle brought up his fist for Justin to tap. “Love you, bro."

Justin smiled. “Love you too."

They touched knuckles, then resumed their lazy stare at the ceiling. A long silence followed, eventually broken by Kyle.

“Dad's gonna fucking kill us."

“Yes," said Justin. “Yes he is."

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