Sprouse twins gay fanfic

Sprouse Twins Fanfic Part 1

Dylan had always liked the shower. Was it because the warmth reminded him of Cole's embrace, because the steam on his face felt like his brothers breath, or because when he looked at his own body, he knew it was identical to Cole's? Who knew. But one thing was for certain, Dylan was closest to his fantasies when in the shower. 

The water running over his mouth was Cole's sensuous lips, the water running over his body, Cole's soft hands and the water in between his legs, what Dylan had dreamed about for years. 

His feelings for Cole had started when he was 12. Back then he had just wanted to kiss him, wrap his arms around him and know that his feelings were mutual. He had wanted to feel his own lips encompass Cole's mouth and feel the sensation of his tongue entwined with his brother's. That is how it had started, and it had only gotten worse.

He used to practice kissing Cole on a teddy bear and one day, when he was 14, he cut a hole in between the legs of the teddy bear and practiced something else. 

He kissed the Cole-bear, even dressed it in Cole's own boxers, practicing sliding them down its legs. He would then mount the bear, imagining Cole's whimpers of delight as he slid his still pubescent dick through the bears stuffing. 

Dylan had ridden that bear for hours throughout his teen years, secretly hoping that Cole might one day walk in and happen to offer to take the bear's place since he was doing such a good job. That day never came, but Dylan did, deep inside the bear, almost every night. 

He had eventually thrown it away, reluctantly, due to the smell from its years of service. Dylan missed that bear; it had filled the gap that Cole made in his life.

Now, in the shower, Dylan began to realize, for the first time in his life, that that gap may never be filled. Surely, if Cole felt the same way something would have happened by now? Some sign? Was he destined to live his life fantasizing over someone who would never love him back? These thoughts disturbed him.

Opening his eyes, Dylan was greeted by the tip of his penis. It had gotten so hard thinking about Cole that it was literally pointing towards his face. The head poked out of his foreskin as if asking if it should come all the way out its precum making obscure patterns as the shower water trailed it down his legs.  

Dylan had to relieve himself; he began to lube his ass with some shampoo from his yet to be rinsed blonde hair. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and slowly, with a  gasp, he began to slide in between his cheeks. The bottle was large, but he imagined Cole would be too and so he enjoyed the pain as he began to build momentum sliding it in and out of himself.

He turned and lent on the wall of the shower, still using the shampoo bottle, he began to reach down to his dick. With pleasure from both ends, it was a struggle to keep himself from screaming. He closed his eyes, feeling the water running over him he again imagined the teddy bear and then Cole himself. Visualizing his silky blond hair first, then moving down passed his enveloping eyes, through his tempting lips, past his smooth, white body to his pulsing dick. Dylan opened his mouth to let his brother's imaginary dick in, ramming the shampoo bottle deeper and deeper inside. 

Suddenly, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He moaned "oh Cole" as his dick released a torrent of sperm, the shampoo bottle as deep inside him as it would go. The white liquid streaked the inside of the shower like some strange modern art; the water slowly draining it away like his fantasies. His ass finally released the shampoo bottle from its hold and it slid with a squelch past his cheeks. With that, Dylan sighed with relief and got out of the shower.

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Cole, hearing his brother shout his name, got up from his seat and walked to the door of the bathroom, blissfully unaware of what had occurred on the other side. "Dylan?" he asked, no reply. He tentatively turned the door knob, finding it open. As he stepped in he saw his brother, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"What did you need me for? I was watching the game." Cole asked, a little annoyed at the interruption.

"Oh, never mind, I was looking for my toothbrush" Dylan replied, holding it up sheepishly. Cole rolled his eyes in annoyance and made to turn away, but just at that moment his eyes caught the outline of the bulge in Dylan's towel. He became fixated on it, observing it as if it was some foreign symbol. It was like he was just realizing for the first time that his brother had a penis, what a strange sensation.

Cole's eyes perused the rest of Dylan's body, as if there might be some other body part to discover, but he gave up at the nipples. "Cole?..." Dylan questioned. Cole regained his thoughts, shocked at himself. "I'm going to bed, I think i'm just tired." Cole reasoned.

"Oh, ok good night" answered Dylan. Cole turned to leave the room and just at the last second he caught a glimpse of Dylan's towel sliding a little too low as he returned his toothbrush, flashing just the top of Dylan's plump buttocks. Cole shook these strange thoughts from his head and walked off to his bedroom, his dick as hard as a rock.