Three Friends Go To Taco Bell

“Hey, Cody,” chuckled Justin, holding up his empty beer bottle, “wanna see me do a trick?”

Cody shrugged. “I guess, why not?”

To say the twin brothers Justin and Jordan were casual with their friends might be an understatement. It wasn’t unusual for them to be in various stages of undress in their little apartment, even if they had company over. At this point, the three were sitting on a couch. Jordan was wearing only a white tank top and boxers, Justin was wearing only jeans, while Cody was dressed in slacks and t-shirt with his tennis shoes.

Justin turned the bottle upside down and put it on top of Jordan’s head.

“Dude, are you doing that stupid trick again?” Jordan asked, annoyed.

“Yeah, we gotta show Cody.”

“Okay, fine, but you better make it worth my time.”

“You can balance it on his head?” Cody asked.

“Kinda,” Justin replied. He gave the bottle a WHACK! And before Cody’s eyes, Jordan’s head slid straight into the bottle, compressing, shrinking, contorting to the shape of the bottle.

“Holy shit,” Cody chuckled with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s not all we can do…” Justin continued and WHACK! Now the bottle moved further down. Jordan’s neck, shoulders, chest and arms were now inside the bottle as well.

“Holy cow, that’s freaky!” Cody laughed.

Justin smiled and with one more WHACK! Jordan’s legs folded up and his entire body was now inside the tiny space the bottle offered.

“Fucking hell!” Cody chortled and grabbed the bottle. It was a little heavy, but easy to handle. Through the brown colored glass and past the label, he could see Jordan, all scrunched up as if someone had shoved a rag in there. He poked his finger in. “It’s real, holy shit.”

“Yeah, you bet it’s real!” Justin chuckled. He grabbed the bottle back and reached his finger in.

“How do you guys do that?” Cody asked.

“We just do. Happens to anyone we come in contact with too. It’s weird.”

“So, what are you doing to him?”

“Tickling, it feels really good when you’re all scrunched up like that.”

Cody nodded. “So that’s what you meant by making it worth his time.”

“Something like that.”

With a comical POP! Something popped out of the top of the bottle. It was Jordan’s cock, rock hard with a vein running down it, extending from the top about seven inches.

“Sweet!” chuckled Justin and unceremoniously, before Cody’s very eyes, he shoved the cock in his mouth, sucking hard on it.

“Dude,” gasped Cory in surprise, “you’re sucking your bro’s dick!”

“Uh, yeah?” asked Justin, pulling it out of his mouth. “Problem?”

“I mean, I knew you were gay, but… your brother?”

“A dick’s a dick,” Justin said and gave his brother’s member a lick as if it was a popsicle. “I like to suck dick, my brother likes to get his dick sucked, who cares whose mouth it is?”

Cody remembered that the brothers only had a single twin-sized bed in their apartment.

“You guys must have a lot of fun,” he observed.

Justin nodded as he put Jordan’s cock back in his mouth, nonchalantly giving his brother a blowjob in front of their guest.

“Sorry, it’s just kind of awkward,” Cody said with a shrug.

Justin pulled it back out of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude,” he replied. “Want some?” He handed the bottle with the extended member to his guest.

Cody looked down at it. He hadn’t really thought of sucking cock before. He had identified as bisexual, so it wasn’t totally out of the question as far as what he’d consider doing with a guy.

“Aw, fuck it,” he said and shoved the cock and a bit of the bottle’s neck down his throat.

“Go for it!” chuckled Justin.

Cody was going for it, the mellow, lightly salty tasting shaft going deep into his throat, licking it with his tongue and using his lips nicely.

“And three, two, one…” counted Justin and suddenly, gallons of jizz poured from Jordan’s cock down Cody’s throat, inflating his body like a water balloon. Cody fell over, lying on his chest on the floor.

“Okay, time to get out, bro,” Justin said and picked up the bottle. Turning it upside down, he whacked the bottom a few times until WHOMP! Jordan fell out, completely back in his normal shape and size.

“Whoa,” he said, seeing Cody. “I didn’t know I had it in me!”

Justin laughed and jumped on Cody’s back, forcing it down. This forced all the cum out of Cody, squirting forcibly out of his mouth and directly at Jordan, who was pushed against the wall.

After it was all over, Cody was back to normal and the two got up.

Justin licked the cum-covered wall and peeled off his now paper-thin brother.

“How often do you do that?” Cody gasped.

“Oh, all the time. If you weren’t here, I’d roll him up and shove him in my ass.”

“Wait, you got no problem with giving your brother a blowjob in front of me, but anal penetration, that’s too much?”

“Well, I mean, if you want to see that, sure, but I’m feeling pretty hungry, so maybe we can do that later. Go see what we got in the fridge, I’m gonna clean Jordan up, okay?”

“Okay,” Cody said and got up to look in their little kitchen, only to find a half dozen bottles of beer and an open box of baking soda in the refrigerator. He pulled the box out and took it to the living room, where he found a restored Jordan and Justin wiping the cum off the wall.

“Yeah, this is all you got except beer,” he said, holding the baking soda up.

Jordan grabbed it and pulled Justin’s mouth open, dumping the white powder inside.

“Eat it, bro! Eat it!” he called, a wicked smirk on his face.

Justin grimaced as he gulped.

“Oh god, that’s awful,” he groaned.

“How about we go to Taco Bell?” suggested Jordan. “Our treat.”

“Okay, sounds good, I could use a nice burrito,” Cody said.

Justin headed to the bathroom. Maybe to throw up, maybe to get some water, who knew. In any case, the brothers needed to get dressed before they went out and Cody decided to go wait in their car.

As he stepped outside, he was nearly hit with a basketball.

“Get out of the way, dork,” called a rude voice.

Cody looked to who had thrown the ball and saw Caden, his friends’ neighbor. Caden was a high school basketball star who’d skipped college and had not kept up a workout schedule.

“What’s your problem?” Cody asked with a huff.

“You got in my way, that’s the problem.”

“Fine, I’ll be gone in a second.”

“Good.”

Cody got in the back seat of the car and shortly Jordan took the driver’s seat and Justin took the front passenger’s seat.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Jordan laughed and moved out of the parking spot.

They heard a soft thud and a comical squishing sound as they pulled out.

“What was that?” Cody asked.

Justin looked out of the window.

“We ran over Caden,” he said calmly.

“WHAT?”

As they pulled away, they could see Caden flattened to the pavement as if he was nothing more than cookie dough rolled out with a rolling pin.

“Is he dead?” Cody asked nervously.

“Nah, he’ll be fine,” Justin added. “We’ll scrape him up when we get back.”

“You guys are maniacs!” Cody shouted.

Jordan looked back at him.

“Say WHAT?” he demanded.

“You’re maniacs!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. We told you, we can do this weird stuff, he’s gonna be okay.”

“LOOK OUT!” yelled Cody.

Jordan turned and saw he was headed for a large cement wall.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered as the car hit the wall headfirst. The three occupants of the car could only watch helplessly as the car flattened into a big circle on the wall and, of course, crushing and flattening them inside it.

And then a weird thing happened.

Well, I mean, it got weirder.

The flattened circle that was the car fell off the wall and onto the street and began rolling on its side. And instead of slowing down, it seemed to pick up speed, and before long, it made a sharp turn and rolled directly into a parking spot in the Taco Bell parking lot before it fell over.

“Okay,” groaned Jordan, “push.”

He, Justin and Cody did what they could and in a few moments, POP! The car was back in its normal form, sitting neatly in the parking spot. The three guys got out.

“Whoa!” gasped Cody, nearly getting blown away by a breeze. “We’re still flat!”

“Follow my lead,” Justin instructed and held his nose and blew, popping back to normal. Jordan did the same, and seeing that it worked for them, Cody shortly restored himself.

“What a way to get around,” Cody grunted.

“And it burned very little gas,” Jordan smirked.

Cody sighed and walked to the door, but when he opened it, the two twin brothers ran behind him and knocked him over, squashing him flat underfoot.

Pulling himself up and using the method he’d just learned to pop back from being flat, Cody entered the store to see the twins making their order.

“Yeah, we need six Taco Supremes,” Jordan began.

“Two Nachos Bell Grande,” Justin added.

“Oooh, two five layer burritos.”

“Two large drinks and six orders of Cinnamon Twists!”

Cody chuckled and was a little disgusted. He would be glad he’d be heading home after they ate all that. He watched them pay and afterward ordered a grilled stuffed burrito combo with an order of Cinnamon Twists.

“Hey, what’s taking so long with our food?” demanded Justin after Cody had paid.

“Well, you ordered quite a bit,” observed the cashier, “it was over $30. But we’re trying to get it done as quick as we can.”

Justin turned to Jordan with a smile.

“Hey, can we see the manager?” Jordan asked the cashier. “I don’t think that was professional.”

A tall, dark man stepped over from the drive-through area.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“They want to know where their food is,” the cashier replied.

“Our kitchen crew is working as fast as they can, it’ll only be a minute or two.”

“Yeah,” Cody cut in. “Relax, guys, it’ll be fine.”

“I want our order now!” demanded Jordan, he and Justin leaning over the counter.

“Yeah, and we better get the Baja treatment!” added Justin. He had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like a good demand.

The manager sighed and grabbed them both by their shirts, lifting them into the air.

“You want the Baja treatment? I’ll give it to you. Personally.”

He dropped them on the prep counter and pushed down on Justin’s head, squashing him to the counter in a flat disc shape. Jordan was too shocked to do anything and in a moment, he’d been squashed and rolled into a rough six-inch long tube shape.

“Okay, now to make it official,” chuckled the manager, putting Jordan on Justin and wrapping up the flattened guy exactly like a burrito around his brother. The manager grabbed a wrap and put them on it, quickly wrapping them up.

As the manager was doing this, the cashier calmly put the large order on the counter up front and in a minute, it was joined by Cody’s order.

The manager walked up to the counter and turned to Cody.

“I’m assuming they were with you?” he asked.

“Um, yeah… How… how did you know they could do that?”

“They aren’t the only ones who can squish people they touch,” the manager laughed. “Sorry to have to offer you probably the worst burrito I’ve ever made, but I guess I’d better hand them over to someone.”

Cody chuckled and slipped them in his bag. They were actually smaller than his burrito, which was wrapped in a foil wrap. No risk of confusing them with that in their paper wrap.

“Well,” he said as he carried the bags outside, “guess this means I get free access to your Cinnamon Twists.”

“Oh, you dick,” came a tiny muffled voice from his bag.

Cody laughed and got in the car. Jordan had left the keys in the ignition because of course he had, so it was no problem to drive it back to their place and calmly carry the bags inside. He pulled out the burrito that was his two friends and unwrapped it.

“Hmm, you two look good,” he said teasingly.

“Uh, don’t eat us,” Justin protested.

Cody smelled them.

“You smell good.”

That was actually a lie.

“Dude!” Jordan tried to yell from inside Justin.

Cody chuckled and shoved them inside his mouth. He could feel them wiggling slightly, trying to fight it. He rolled his tongue around them. Frankly, they didn’t taste great, with hair, sweat and the fabric of their clothes.

“Oh fuck, we’re done for,” Justin moaned.

Cody pulled them out and laughed.

“Yeah, right, like I’d eat my friends.”

The two twins sighed in relief.

“But I can shove you up my butt!” he laughed

“WHAT?” yelled Jordan.

“Beats being eaten,” Justin countered.

“Bro, I’m already inside you, I’d rather not be inside someone else.”

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.”

Cody set them down on the couch as they argued and began to eat his burrito. He was sure that if they stopped arguing, they’d realize they could probably just fix themselves.