The air in the room was thick with tension, sweat already beading on Michael's forehead. He was bent over the edge of the bed, ass in the air, presenting his tight hole to his twin brother John. John stood behind him, his monstrous 2-foot dick already slick with pre-cum, the thick veiny shaft throbbing with need.

"Gonna wreck that ass, Mikey," John growled, his voice low and hungry. He slapped his massive meat against Michael's cheeks, the sound a wet smack that made Michael shudder. The sheer size of it—a thick, heavy log of flesh—was intimidating, but Michael craved it. He wanted to feel split open, filled beyond reason.

John didn't rush. He used his fingers first, circling Michael's pucker, teasing the rim with slick lube. "So tight for me," he muttered, pushing one thick digit inside, then another, scissoring them to stretch the entrance. Michael gasped, his hole clenching around the intrusion, already aching for more. John worked him open slowly, adding a third finger, feeling the muscle give way, wanting Michael begging for the main event.

"Please, John... fuck me with that monster," Michael moaned, pushing back against the fingers. John grinned, withdrawing his hand and lining up the broad, bulbous head of his cock against Michael's stretched entrance. The tip was slick, a leaking pre-cum mess, and it pressed insistently against the ring of muscle.

With a firm thrust, John began to push inside. Michael cried out as the massive head breached him, his ass stretching obscenely wide to accommodate the girth. It was a burning, full feeling, like