Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 19:33:56 -0500 From: H. Rick Cantwell Subject: Rascal 23 Rascal Part Twenty-Three Porno and Promises We hadn't gotten inside Tyler's house more than a couple of minutes before I was wondering what I had gotten myself into by offering to keep a watch on the Heinrichson twins, too. When the doorbell rang, I stood behind Tyler as he answered it and waved to Mrs. Heinrichson, who had stayed in the car. The twins turned to wave good-bye to their mom before coming inside. As they took off their coats, they beamed bright mischievous smiles at Tyler. It was at that moment I confirmed to myself that I was in trouble. After all, Ryan and I had an agreement about what was allowable and what wasn't. I hadn't thought it was necessary with Tyler. "Can we see it?" One of the twins asked. "Hold up," I said. "First, I've got to find some way of telling you two apart." "This is Jens," Tyler said, "and this is Sven." My eyes darted back and forth, looking for any conceivable way Tyler could have known that, since they were identically dressed. "Okay, so how do I tell them apart--once they move?" "Easy," Sven said, "Jens has a deeper voice." Then the two smiled while I rolled my eyes. "Just kidding, Mr. Hickey, Jens has a mole on his right butt cheek." "Oh, well, that clears it up. All you have to do is run around the house naked all afternoon and I can tell you two apart," I said sarcastically. "All right!" Tyler shouted. "No!" I said emphatically. "Actually, he has another mole on his right earlobe. It's not noticeable unless you're aware of it." "I looked at Jens ear and saw it--barely. Then I looked at Sven's ear just to make sure he DIDN'T have one, too. "Do you guys LIKE dressing alike?" "Not really," they said together, "but sometimes it's fun." "Tyler, do you have a couple of T-shirts they can wear?" I asked, knowing I had seen him in dozens of shirts with various slogans and logos. "Yeah. Let's go," he said, racing toward his bedroom. When they reappeared, the twins were both wearing huge grins and matching white T-shirts. "Tyler, I'm gonna tan your hide!" I warned. "It was their idea," Tyler whined, hoping to pass the blame off on his company. "It's true, Mr. Hickey, we just like to fool around but then we settle to conformity," Jens said. "You can call him Spunky. All his friends do," Tyler said. Sven said, "I'll take my shirt off if that's okay." "That won't be necessary," I said, but before I could finish the sentence, he had already pulled it off. "Jens won't take his off because he's ashamed of his body. He's not as buff as I am," Sven said, striking a comical muscle-man pose. Then Sven touched his finger to his temple to indicate Jens belief was all in his head. "We'll be in Taylor's room," Tyler said as he trotted down the hall. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said. "That's not gonna happen." "But that's where the stash is." "What stash?" Jens' and Sven's eyes got huge at that disclosure. I assumed the kids thought, to their horror, that Tyler had revealed a deep dark secret in the presence of an "adult." Instead, Sven asked, "How come the stuff is in your sister's room?" "Mom searches my room on a regular basis. I think she's looking for drugs and stuff. I complained to Dad about the invasion of privacy issue and he told me to put a girlie magazine in my underpants drawer and a condom in my sock drawer. That seems to have helped 'cuz now she doesn't search as often." "But you shouldn't be going in your sister's room," I said. "We have a code. Taylor hangs an angel on her door. If he's facing away from the doorknob, I can come in. If he's facing the doorknob, I'm supposed to stay out." "Which way is it facing today?" "I don't know. Let's go see. But even so, she's not here so it's okay. She only wants me to stay out when she's doing her girl stuff--you know, her once-a-month thing." "Even so, it's not nice to go in her room when she's not here," I said, following the trio down the hall. "See," he said, pointing to a kneeling, praying angel. "He's facing away from the doorknob." Trying to hook a loophole in his story, I asked, "How do you remember which direction is which?" "It's easy. If his eyes are locked onto the doorknob, it's locked. Get it? Keep out!" I couldn't argue with his logic. "How do you know it's a he?" I asked. "It looks like a girl angel." "Because the only angels mentioned in the Bible by name--other than Satan, of course--were men. You know, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael." "Remember what I talked about when we first met ... during the car ride to Ryan's?" Tyler's eyes brightened. "Yeah. Being naked!" The twins' expressions, again, were ones of surprise. "Not THAT part. About how the Bible was written by men, compiled by men and distributed to the masses by men." "Oh, that," Tyler said apparently wishing I had been talking about nudity. Tyler opened the door and went in, followed by Jens and Sven. "Don't touch anything," Tyler warned good-naturedly. "All her crap is breakable." I was astonished by the odd placement of the furniture. I would have expected to see the bed centered on one wall. Taylor's was shoved into the corner so the right side was tight against the wall. The dresser, vanity and chest of drawers created an unusual cluster in the other part of the room. For a girl who was so particular about her appearance, I was surprised she had no decorating sense. Tyler lifted the rose-patterned comforter and the matching top sheet on Taylor's bed. "Hold this for me, Jens." Once those were out of the way, Tyler lifted the mattress. Sven automatically reached past his brother to help hold up the mattress. Tyler reached an arm's length underneath to pull out four magazines. "Thanks guys. Take a look at these." As the twins dropped what they were each holding, Tyler tossed the four magazines on the bed so they could see each cover clearly. "You put a girlie magazine like this in your underwear drawer?" Jens asked holding up a 'big tits' magazine. "No," Tyler said with a chuckle. "Dad got me this real boring thing with a lot of stories and a few pictures that didn't really show anything. Even the tits photos didn't show the nipples. The models were photographed from the back or side view so all you saw was, like a bubble of flesh." "Your dad?" Jens asked in disbelief. "He's cool. He knows I've gotta learn about this stuff. Hell, if us guys didn't, we'd never be able to ... uh, 'Go forth and multiply.'" One magazine was obviously devoted to cocksucking, although the point of entry was hidden behind a starburst of light. The one Jens held up was, according to the title, devoted to big boobs. The third was strictly gay while the fourth depicted three-ways. The main picture was two women servicing one man. The smaller insets, however, told a different story. One showed two men using one woman, orally and vaginally. But one showed a guy getting fucked up the ass while he was fucking a woman. Sven reached for the three-way magazine but stopped when he looked over his shoulder at me. "It's okay," Tyler said, "Spunky's cool." "It's okay," I said at the same time. I stopped talking while Tyler continued. Then I said, "I'll be in the living room." "No," Tyler said. "Use Mom and Dad's room. The TV's bigger." "No, that's okay." Tyler got a stern look on his face, like he didn't want to be defied. I could read in his eyes, 'Do as I say.' After I laid on the bed and turned on the TV for an afternoon of boredom, I rolled my head to the side. I could see directly into Taylor's room and saw the three boys sitting cross-legged on the bed. Their shoes were discarded haphazardly on the floor around the bed. I didn't stare but it occurred to me I could easily check up on them with a glance of my eyes. Tyler had positioned himself on the bed so the twins were facing him, which meant I could see both of them clearly. I could only see part of Tyler's back and one knee. As I laid there, not really watching whatever was on TV, I realized Taylor probably arranged her room so she could be in bed and see her dad. I'd bet, too, that she furtively masturbated while looking at him. After I considered that, I thought she might have arranged the room so HE could watch HER. Maybe she wasn't secretive about it. Maybe she put on seductive performances for him. I squirmed over to the far edge of the bed and confirmed my suspicions. The pillow with the feminine scent lingering on it had no view of Taylor's bed at all. I rolled back to Jason's side of the bed to keep an eye on the boys. Faintly, I heard Jens ask, "They really do this stuff? These pictures aren't computer enhanced?" "It's all for real. I've done some of this stuff," Tyler said. I hoped he wasn't admitting to something that would get him in trouble. I rolled onto my side, facing away from Taylor's bedroom, so the kids wouldn't think I was spying on them, before I said, "Tyler, I can't get this damned thing to work." Tyler came traipsing in with a boner tenting his pants. "Thanks for the heads up on using your folks' bedroom, but I want you to be careful what you say to them. We can't be sure how they're going to react once all that good Catholic guilt sets in after they get home." "Okay. But just so you know, Taylor and I practice how to ask and answer questions so we don't incriminate ourselves ... or Dad." "Good boy. You better hide that before you go back in there," I said, pointing to his boner. "It's okay. They're hard, too." "Just be careful, okay, sweetie?" "K." I swatted his butt and sent him back. When he got to the door, he turned and pointed. "Porno tapes, bottom left drawer, but they're straight." "Thanks." "Jens, is it true you have a tattoo above your ... you know, your peter that says, 'Breakfast of Champions?" Tyler asked as he walked back in his sister's bedroom. "No!" Jens said adamantly. "Oh, then it must be you," Tyler said, touching Sven's naked shoulder. "Not me," Sven said. "Well, which one is it, then? One of the guys in your gym class said they saw it." "Who?" "I don't remember who. It was early in the school year. In fact, I'm not sure I ever knew his name. Tall, dark hair cut kinda short." 'Good boy, keep it generic,' I thought. "Well, it's not true," Sven said. "Okay," Tyler said as if it didn't matter. "So, which magazine do you like best?" The twins did that silent mind-speak thing again and agreed to remain silent. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to judge you or prove you're gay or perverted or prudish. The tits magazine doesn't do all that much for me. They're just big floppy hanging things, kinda like lookin' at a guys ugly balls." "Mine aren't ugly," Sven said defensively without thinking. I was getting the impression Sven was the bolder of the twins. "Mine, either!" Tyler said panicky. "I just meant SOME guys' balls are ugly but MINE aren't. Honest! I can prove it." Tyler jumped off the bed and pulled his trousers down before either boy had a chance to say anything. "You don't have to prove it," Sven said but before he finished his sentence, Tyler had the waistband of his Joe Boxer briefs snagged under his balls. Jens' eyes were wide round orbs that focused more on Tyler's erection than they did on his balls. "They're startin' to get hair on 'em," Tyler said proudly, releasing the elastic with a 'snap' to cover himself up again. Then he stepped out of his trousers and climbed on the bed again. "They don't show that much," Sven said, "I wouldn't worry about it." "You're talkin' about the hairs, not the balls, right?" Tyler said, giggling. Sven smiled shamelessly. "Yeah. The other stuff shows up quite well." "Oh, good, I was afraid you wouldn't notice. So what DON'T you like about the magazines?" This was a ploy Tyler must have learned from Ryan. He employed it occasionally to find out things about people through a process of elimination. Oddly enough, a lot of people fell for it. Sven said, "All the women look like hookers, so it's kinda hard to get ... aroused by 'em. The guys, on the other hand, look like decent enough guys but they don't look like they're happy." "Yeah, that's it," Jens said. "Half the time, they aren't even hard. Look at this one. Here he is walkin' toward her and his dick's like ... six feet long. Then," he said, flipping the page, "... when he's about to put it in, it's like ..." "Pathetic," Sven said. "Limp?" Tyler suggested. "Could they have found an uglier broad?" Jens asked. "Look at her ... down there. Fat, flabby flaps of ..." then flipping to another page he said, "Now THESE look nice." "Good enough to eat," Tyler said. "You'd never do that," Sven accused. "Would and have," Tyler bragged. "You could go to hell for lying, ya know," Jens warned. "It the truth. I'll prove it." Tyler jumped off the bed again and from what thumps and bumps I could hear and what little I could see, he rummaged through a dresser drawer. Then he returned to the bed with about a half-dozen Polaroid pictures. He flipped them on the bed toward the twins like he was tossing playing cards into a hat and said, "There!" Sven looked at each one before passing it to Jens. "Who's the girl?" Jens asked. "She wants to remain anonymous," Tyler said. "That's why there's no head shots--of her." "Well, that's definitely YOU with your tongue in her twat!" Sven said. "And all this time we thought ..." "What?" Tyler asked. When he didn't get an answer he said, "Guys, I'm sittin' here in my undies, I've shown you my balls, for Christ sake! We don't have to keep secrets." When he didn't get a response, Tyler said, "I invited you guys over here so we could get to know each other better. You said you wanted to learn more about sexy stuff. I thought if I shared my stuff with you, we could be best friends--kinda." A quiet moment later, he added, "Oh, I get it. What you were gonna say would hurt my feelings. Well, I'm used to it. It would have to be pretty awful to insult me." "It is," Sven whispered. At least that's what I think he said--he said it so quietly. "So tell me. I'm not gonna get mad and kick you out. I mean, how else are we supposed to find out about each other?" The twins did their silent mind-speak again, apparently agreeing to remain silent. Seeing he wasn't going to get an answer, Tyler said, "I've gotta pee but I can't do it with a hard-on." "Yeah, that's like impossible," Sven agreed emphatically and apparently glad to let the subject drop. "I guess I'll have to whiz in the tub," Tyler said. "Do what!" Jens shouted. "When I'm hard, I can't force it down enough to aim it at the toilet so I use the tub." Then adding defensively, "... but I spray it out with the shower. I've seen ... uh, heard Dad do it a couple of times on mornings when he's running late." "Nuh uh!" Jens challenged in disbelief. "C'mon, I'll show you." Sven said, looking at Jens, "C'mon, I gotta pee, too." Jens hesitated as Sven got off the bed, his hard-on tenting his pants slightly. There was mind-speak again and Jens reluctantly crawled off the bed. The bathroom was the room next to Jason's bedroom with an adjoining wall, so I didn't follow them but I got up and walked closer to the door so I could hear better. I heard the metal shower curtain rings being whisked to one side along the chrome curtain rod. Then I heard Tyler say, "Ya gotta take it out to pee." "No, you go ahead and show us. We'll go later," Sven said. "I thought we were gonna pee together," Tyler said. "Dude!" Sven said, "look at you. You're huge. You'd just make fun of us." "No I won't. I wanna be friends with you. Friends don't embarrass each other--except in fun--and only then after it's agreed that it's okay. I'll tell you a secret if you both pee with me." 'Now THAT sounds like a ploy Rascal would try,' I thought. "There! I'm naked," Tyler said. "I've got nothin' to hide. You guys are my friends." 'He must have gotten completely naked,' I thought. In my mind's eye, I could see his tight adolescent body standing there proudly displaying his rampant erection. 'For a kid who was so shy ... living in his sister's shadow a few months ago ... he sure has come out of his shell. Of course, I'm sure Rascal has been a big help with that!' "C'mon, drop trou, dudes. Remember that guy in music appreciation class ... uh, Handel? He composed that song called the 'Water Music.'" "Yeah." "Well, join me and we'll make our own water music. It'll be fun." I heard a zipper sliding down. "C'mon, Jens, we're only young once. God knows, we could never do this at home." "Sven," Jens whined in tortured agony. "I've already told him we're small." "Hey, you can prove you don't have that tattoo at the same time, if you want." "I don't have one. See?" Sven said. 'Damn, Tyler gets to see him and I don't,' I thought. Then, 'What am I saying? I'm not interested in these kids. I'm just listening to make sure Tyler isn't giving away any family secrets. And I do mean "family,"' Then, as a drop of pre-cum oozed down my leg, I realized I was getting a hard-on. "C'mon, Jens, prove it," Sven said. "I shouldn't have to. I told him I didn't have a tattoo down there. If we're friends, he should believe me. Besides, I don't WANT to show him my ... dick." "That's okay," Tyler said. "I've seen Sven's and, since you're twins, that's the same as seeing yours. Just lower the waistband down to your pubes. That'll prove you don't have the tattoo, right? But you're right, you shouldn't have to prove anything to me, so you don't have to show me your tattoo. But, of course, I get to keep the secret I promised to tell you." I heard another zipper and then Jens said, "There. Satisfied?" His tone was none too friendly. "You better step out of your undies. They might get wet otherwise." I heard them struggling to get their pants and shorts off and I smiled at Tyler's ingenuity. When he suggested they step out of their "undies," he knew they would have to step out of their trousers, too, which would leave Sven naked and Jens with just his T-shirt on. But by not mentioning taking their "pants" off, he wasn't sending up a signal flare that implied the boys were getting "naked." It was a fine point of persuasion but apparently it worked. "Uh oh, gonna pee," Tyler warned. I heard the thunderous sound of piss hitting the porcelain and metal tub as it reverberated in the confines of the ceramic tile walls of the enclosure. A moment later, Sven said, "Me, too. All I gotta do is HEAR another guy peeing and I gotta go, too." "Cross streams," Tyler said. "C'mon, Jens," Sven said, "join us. We'll all three cross swords like the Three Musketeers." I heard a third stream join the others. "Yeah, bro, you're the man. I knew you could do it. You've just gotta have more confidence in yourself." When they were done, Tyler turned on the shower spray for about thirty seconds before shutting it off. "Grab your pants and we'll go back to Taylor's room." I hurried to the bed and flopped down just as Jens and Sven scurried past, holding their balled-up pants in front of their groins. Neither one looked my way as they passed, as if by not looking at me, I wouldn't be able to see THEM, either. Tyler passed by naked, looking down at his deflating cock and gave me a big mischievous smile. I quickly rolled onto the far side of the bed. In case the twins looked in my direction while they were climbing back on the bed, they wouldn't think I could see them. "So what's your secret?" Jens asked accusingly, like he didn't really expect Tyler to divulge one. "This," Tyler said. "Keep watching." I knew from the look he had given me when he walked by that he was showing them how small his dick shrunk. "Fuck!" Jens said in a whisper. "Where'd it all go?" Figuring Tyler had command of their attention again, I guessed it was safe to move over on the bed for a better view. Once again, Tyler had his back to me so the twins were side-by-side, facing the door. "That's just it, it doesn't go anywhere. It just shrinks. You think yours is puny? Well, I'm here to prove otherwise." "But it was so much bigger than ours," Jens said. "I can't explain it. I go from one inch to five inches. That's like it grows five times as big. What's yours, three inches? So five times three ... that's fifteen. If yours grew as much as mine, you'd have fifteen inches of cock." "But we don't. We just get hard," Jens commiserated. "Maybe a half-inch longer," Sven said, more hopefully than convincingly. "So YOU'RE the lucky ones," Tyler reassured them. "At least you've got a dick people can see. Once I get a full bush down there, no one will even be able to SEE mine--unless I'm hard." "Damn," Jens said compassionately, understanding Tyler's plight. "You can't stay hard all the time." "And yours will probably get longer as you get older. It was shorter a couple of years ago, right?" Tyler encouraged. "Six months ago. We just started growing, like in June," Sven said. "Jesus! And you've already got that much! Damn!" Then Tyler bowed his head shamefully. "You guys gotta promise to keep my secret. I don't want people to know I've got this freakish dick that's so small." "Promise," Sven said, "On the wings of an angel." "Promise," Jens said, nodding at his brother. "But what do you do in gym class?" "Just before changing, I try to get a hard-on and then try to get it to go down. It helps a little but sometimes the guys make fun of me for having a boner." "I guess that's better than making fun of ..." "My little dick?" Tyler asked. "It's okay, you can say it. So ... just between friends, okay?" "K," the twins said simultaneously and with conviction. "So, tell me what you didn't want to tell me," Tyler said. Jens looked at Sven who gave a nod of agreement. "We thought ... no, we heard you were ... uh, some of the guys thought you were ..." "Gay," Jens blurted out. "We didn't believe them but we thought you should know some of the guys are saying you are." "But after seeing you stickin' your tongue up some girl's pussy, we know different," Sven said defensively. "Well, tell those people they're wrong," Tyler said adamantly. The twins cringed at having been the ones to reveal the news to Tyler and getting such a violent reaction. With a proud grin, Tyler said, "Tell 'em I'm bisexual." The twins faces were of shock and disbelief. "I've had sex with both girls AND guys. I mean, how else are you supposed to know which one you like better?" "Tyler," Jens said, like the world was coming to an end, "you just admitted that you're ... queer." "Part queer, but I don't know the exact percent yet. I mean, I like eatin' pussy but I like suckin' a big ol' juicy cock, too. I haven't actually fucked a girl's pussy yet but I've fucked her butt. A guy's butt, too." "You're going to hell for lying," Jens said authoritatively. "He's just telling us that to shock us into telling him something personal about ourselves," Sven said. "He's never done any of that stuff." "Do I have to get the pictures?" "You didn't!" Sven said like a salty sea captain. "You've gotta tell me a secret first. Then I'll show 'em to you. Hey, I know! Truth or dare." "What's the question?" Sven asked. "Have you ever kissed another guy?" Sven and Jens locked eyes again before Sven answered, "Each other. We've never done anything with anyone else, though." "Have YOU kissed another guy?" Jens asked. "All the time." "No, not a good-night kiss ... not a granny kiss, a real ..." Jens hesitated. "Tongue duel? Sure. Several times a week. Do you two do it together? I mean, you know, suck each other?" Jens cupped his hands into his crotch. "Don't cover up," Tyler said. "If you get hard, that's okay." "What's the dare?" Jens asked, apparently hoping to get out of answering the 'do you suck' question. "Tell me the truth or you have to, uh ... suck each other here and now." "Yeah, we do," Sven said. "Jens doesn't like to but sometimes I make him ... just to prove to him that we won't be struck dead by a lightening bolt." "You've got the wrong god. That's Zeus--or, in Viking mythology, Thor," Tyler said. "Our god's gonna give you a chance to repent, remember? Confession and Hail Marys and all." "Truth or dare," Jens said, which surprised me because he wasn't the assertive twin. "Have you ever taken it up the butt?" "Sure," Tyler said matter-of-factly. Jens' eyes widened in awe. I couldn't tell if he was amazed that Tyler admitted it so freely or shocked that Tyler had been butt- fucked. "Have you guys?" "No," Sven said. "Like I say, Jens is hesitant about doing stuff like that." "And we don't do that stuff often--any of it ... it's like we tried to find out what all the hoopla was all about," Jens said quickly, "We only kissed so we could learn how to do it with girls and not get laughed at. You gotta promise not to tell." Jens' voice was getting panicky so I called out, "Tyler, can I see you for a minute?" "Stay right there, I'll be right back. Play with yourselves if you want," Tyler said. "Or each other." "How's it goin' in there?" I asked. "Fine." Tyler looked down at his flaccid nub and said, "Not what I had hoped for but at least they're naked." "You don't think you're going too fast?" "No, Sven asked me last week if we could get together. He'd heard about some photos I'd shown some guys at school, so he knew we would be able to talk freely about sex. I think he wants Jens to loosen up a little." "Photos? Nothing incriminating, I hope." I knew I'd have to find out more about the photos later but I didn't want to keep him from his company for too long. "No, Dad made sure there weren't any faces unless it was hetero-- and even then you could only see one face." "That was my next question. Thanks." "Can I bring 'em in here and show 'em a video?" "I'd rather not. Three kids doing stuff like this together is one thing but if I actually allowed them to watch it, it would be ... grounds for litigation." "But if you were asleep and we snuck in, you know, like that first Saturday at Ryan's after the sleepover. I knew you weren't really asleep." "Yeah, sure you did," I said skeptically. "Okay, tell them I called you in to tell you I'm gonna take a nap and for the three of you not to get into any trouble. Give it about five minutes and then you can bring 'em in." "You better lose that boner, or it it'll scare the hell out of 'em," Tyler warned. "They don't have very big ones yet." "Don't worry about me. I'm workin' up a big load for my boyfriend tonight." "Sleep tight," Tyler said as he got to the door, so the twins could hear, "we'll behave, I promise." He rummaged through the dresser drawer, again, before he got back on the bed. "This one shows me fucking another guy," Tyler said. "Wow!" Jens said. I cringed at the thought of these kids running home to tell their parents. "And that's me getting fucked," Tyler said proudly. "Fuck!" Sven said. "I can't believe all this stuff's in your sister's room. I'd think she'd be all ... you know, turned off by it." "No, she's curious, too. Not as much as me but she likes to know all about stuff I'm investigating." "Does she know you're ... gay ... I mean, bi?" Sven asked. "Oh, yeah. She helped take some of the pictures." "Does your dad know?" Jens asked. I cringed, again, as I awaited his answer. In a tone, as if from deep thought, Tyler said, "I'm not sure." I breathed a sigh of relief. "But I'm sure he'd understand if he found out. Hummm, maybe I should tell him, so he won't get blindsided." "Really? You'd tell him!" Sven asked. "Like I say, he's cool." "Does he know about these?" Sven asked waving his hand over the magazines. "He should. They're his. I pilfered them from his stash in the garage. He's got dozens of 'em. I keep rotating them so he doesn't miss 'em. Of course, I don't know if he still looks at 'em anymore or not. But I'm not taking any chances." "There's more?" Jens asked. "Yeah." "But I thought your mom was so religious." "Like a mother superior, but Mom doesn't know about this stuff. Or if she does, she doesn't say anything because Dad would threaten to divorce her if she did. In fact, he keeps videos in his bedroom." Then, as if it were the first time he'd thought about it--a technique he was learning all too well from Rascal, he asked, "Hey, want to go over there and watch one?" "But Mr. Hickey's in there" Jens said. "Spunky," Tyler reminded him. "And he's asleep. That's what he called me in there to tell me." "But we're naked." "So what? He's asleep. It's not like he's gonna see us. Besides, he sleeps like a rock. We could jump up and down on the bed and he wouldn't wake up. That's why he tells me when he's gonna take a nap ... so I'll be more alert to danger--fires and stuff. What?" Tyler asked seeing their quizzical look. "You're not pulling our leg?" Sven asked. "I will if you want," Tyler said, reaching playfully for Sven's cock. Sven batted his hand away not so playfully. "He's not gonna wake up and bust us, is he?" Jens asked. "Mom would fuckin' freak. She'd have us doing our laundry in holy water and Angel Soft fabric softener," Sven said. "No. A train could barrel down the tracks right next to him and he wouldn't wake up." "You sure?" "If I tell you another secret, promise not to tell?" "On angel's wings." "What does that mean, anyway?" "It's something we came up with, Sven said. "You know how every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings?" "Yeah. It's from that old black and white movie they show at Christmastime every year." "'It's A Wonderful Life.' Well, Jens and I believe, if we break a promise, an angel will lose its wings." "Ouch!" Tyler said. "So you're really serious about your promises," Tyler said appreciatively. Then conspiratorially he said, "Okay. This one time, up at the lake, Spunky and I had to sleep in the same bed and I ... peed the bed. I was younger then. Anyway, I changed the sheets with him still in the bed--you know, rolling him back and forth--and he never woke up." I smiled at Tyler's creativity. I'd never slept in the same bed with him at the lake and, as far as I knew, he hadn't peed the bed since I've known him. "C'mon," Tyler said, crawling off the bed. "I'll rack up a good one." Moving when you want others to move is another trait Tyler had learned from Rascal. 'God I miss Rascal so much,' I pined. Tyler waltzed in like there was no problem. Sven stealthily followed him in with his hands covering his crotch. Jens trailed behind like he was waiting to see if a land mine was going to explode. Even through slitted eyelids, I was almost blinded by the stark whiteness of all that flesh. Most guys have tan lines caused by areas being deprived of sunlight from swimsuits. The twins had no tan line because their swimsuit whiteness spread throughout their whole body. As they crept closer to the bed, I was able to look in the mirror over the dresser without being almost cross-eyed. After grabbing a video, Tyler slammed the drawer shut so hard it caused Sherita's perfume bottles to tinkle against each other. The twins watched for any reaction from me. "This is the best one. It's got just about everything." After popping the tape in the VCR, he bounded onto the bed like a ton of bricks right next to me. He sat with his back against the headboard. "No gay stuff, though. It's a straight vid. We have a CD player in the living room but no porno CDs. So this'll have to be it." Waving his hand at the bed on the other side of me, he said, "Lie down, make yourselves comfortable. And quit covering yourself up. I've seen your dicks. He's asleep and I'm eager to let mine grow again." I heard the VCR whirr to a start and I felt the bed dip as the twins climbed in on the opposite side of me from where Tyler was sitting. It occurred to me Tyler could watch the twins using the mirror, too. I wondered if the twins would think to watch HIM--or even have the inclination. Sven, I think it was, sat with his back against the headboard. Jens crawled between Sven's spread legs and sat with his back against his brother's chest. Then Sven wrapped his arms around his brother's chest protectively. They stared wide-eyed as the movie started into its first suck and fuck scene. With a downward glance to my right, I saw Tyler's dick start its hardening process. Before they came in the room, I had rearranged my confined cock so it aimed toward my right hip. "You guys can do whatever makes you feel good," Tyler said. "I like to stroke mine from time to time." The twins watched without moving a muscle. Tyler began stroking gently like he wanted the pleasure to last. By the time the second scene started, Sven eased his hands down into his brother's lap and moved Jens' hands away from his crotch. Jens' three-inch boner was so hard it looked like an alabaster pencil-- a fat alabaster pencil. The head of his dick was the only place on his body--that I could tell--that had any color. It was a dark plum color --the red kind, not the purple kind. "Please don't," Jens whined as Sven closed his hand around it. "Don't want it to get cold." "Just don't stroke it, okay?" Jens pleaded. "Okay if I ... rub mine?" "K," Jens said quietly. I felt Sven gently hump his brother's back in a steady fucking motion. "Ummm, you feel so good," Sven said amorously. "That's 'cuz it's like you're humping yourself," Jens said. "Wouldn't that be awesome?" Tyler said wishfully. As if by magic, the guy on the screen started fucking the girl up the ass. "Oh, fuck!" Jens moaned. "That's so fuckin' hot," Sven said. "Tyler, have you really been fucked up the ass?" "Yeah! I SHOWED you the pictures." "They weren't photo enhanced on the computer? I know they can do amazing things with pictures nowadays." "I promise, I'm telling you the truth!" "Did it hurt?" Sven asked. "If I told you the truth, you'd never believe me." "Try me," Sven said. "Mmm," Jens moaned, snuggling his back closer to his brother's humping cock. "I was so in love with the first guy to fuck me it was ..." My heart skipped a beat when I thought Tyler was going to reveal to the twins that it was his father who first fucked him. "Was what?" Sven asked when Tyler hesitated. "It was like all the love and hope and serenity that God could muster slid into me, filling me with joy and peace and it made me feel truly appreciated." "You mean it didn't hurt?" "Not in the least. He loved me, too, so he was kind and gentle and he kissed like an angel." I knew Tyler was remembering that night when Jason let Tyler fuck HIM and then Jason fucked his virgin son for the first time. My dick spurted some joy juice just thinking back on that night. "If it's something you both want, it doesn't have to hurt--too much." "So it hurt, then," Jens said. "No, not really. If it did, it was a 'good' hurt." "I told you," Sven said. "I can't," Jens said. "It won't hurt, Jens," Tyler said, "if you take it easy." Looking back over his shoulder at his brother, Jens shuddered, "I couldn't. Just the thought of doing something that would hurt you-- even a little ..." "What?" Tyler shouted, raising up on one elbow to look across my chest directly at the twins. "I thought it was YOU who didn't want to be hurt." "Anything that hurts Sven hurts me, too." Sven said, "I want him to fuck me but he won't. He says he loves me too much to hurt me." "I thought YOU were trying to talk JENS into getting fucked." "I am ... but I told him I wouldn't fuck HIM till he fucked ME," Sven said. "Jens! Now's the time to do it. Before you get much bigger, you know, down there," Tyler said, pointing at Jens' hard-on. The head wasn't even visible over the top of Sven's hand. "Then you can ease each other into taking bigger cocks as your size increases. My first cock was seven inches long and it was over six inches around." "Bullshit!" "It was bigger than the one on TV right now." "Oh, fuck!" Jens said. "Don't move your hand, Sven, or I'll cum." "But I LIKE feeling your warm cum in my hand." "I just want to tell you one thing," Tyler said. "A very wise friend of mine," and he laid his hand on my hard-on, "told me your first fuck should be done in a way that will make it memorable. I think the two of you should talk it over, decide what would make it stick forever in your memory and go for it. You don't want to throw it away on some one-night stand or some anonymous quickie just because you're afraid of hurting each other. Fuck! You'll have the rest of your lives to make it feel better." "I don't know," Jens whined. "There's no hurt, no pain in the world that is more pleasurable than that one!" Tyler said. "Trust me." "Will you think about it?" Sven whispered in his brother's ear. Jens leaned his head back to cradle it beside his brother's neck and said, "You KNOW I want to make you happy. But Tyler's right. It'll have to be special." "Hey," Tyler shouted as if surprised, "Spunky's got a boner. Let's take a look." "Jesus, Tyler! We can't do that," Jens argued. "Like I said, he's asleep." I knew the little devil had set me up--just effectively as Rascal would have done. I couldn't wake up suddenly because the twins would be embarrassed by their nakedness. I couldn't roll over because I was pinned in on both sides by adolescent boy bodies. I heard my zipper slide down and felt my belt being unbuckled. Tyler's hand sneaked under my waistband so he could poke my erection up through the fly of my boxers. "Mary, Mother of God, is that real?" Jens asked in reverent astonishment. "Touch it and find out." "No." "Go ahead." "I will," Sven said, releasing his brother's cocklet. I felt his warm hand grip my big ol' cock knob and squeeze. "C'mon," Tyler encouraged Jens. I felt the tentative touch of another hand just below his brother's hand. Then, Tyler must have grabbed hold of it, too. "Christ! There's still some exposed," Sven said. "Eleven and a half inches," Tyler said. Apparently the twins had a questioning look on their faces because Tyler said, "What? I told you, he sleeps like a rock. I measured it one night when he fell asleep in the recliner." "Jesus, you've got balls." "Yeah, I do but so does he." I could feel Tyler reaching in my fly hole. "He's got some huge nuts. Look at these. If a gold miner found a nugget this big, he'd be set for the rest of his life." "Massive eggs, man," Sven said appreciatively. "I felt one of the twins heft one of my testicles. "Shit. Just ONE of his nuts is as big as BOTH of mine." "Both of ours put together," Jens said, as I felt Sven pass my left ball off to his brother. "You can jack him if you want," Tyler said, removing his hand to give them room to move theirs up and down. 'I'll kill you for this,' I thought as I felt their hands begin stroking me. "Just don't make him cum. He's got a hot date tonight." 'Thank you, God.' I really didn't want my seminal fluid all over the twins, in case they got a 'case of the guilties' on the way home. I heard the VCR clunk and begin rewinding. Then I felt a tongue slurp up my pre-cum. "Umm," Tyler said. "You guys ever taste your own?" "Yeah," Sven said. "Each other's?" "Uh huh," Jens said. Then he said, "Angel's wings, right?" "Forever," Tyler said. Then he said, "One more secret?" "Whatcha got in mind?" "Incest. What's your thoughts on incest? You know, other than the two of you." I exhaled deeply, worried that Tyler had stepped over the boundary of safe topics. "Like our sister or our mom?" Sven asked. "Or your dad, uncle, whatever." "No way with Mom," Jens said. "Our sister is pretty hot, but ... I don't know," Sven said. "I mean, if the other person is willing. If your sister asked if she could give you a blowjob, would you let her?" After a moment of hesitation, Sven said, "Yeah, I guess so. Sure. I'd let her." "What about your dad?" "You mean if he wanted to give me a blowjob?" "Yeah," Tyler said casually. "That would be freaky," Jens said. "Freaky but hot," Sven said thoughtfully. "Would you give HIM one ... if he asked?" "Not if his dick is this big," Sven said with a nervous chuckle, probably hoping to avoid answering the question definitively. "But you'd do it, otherwise?" Tyler asked, unrelenting. "Yeah, I guess so," Sven said. "Once." "Would you two ever do it with someone else if you knew it was safe? I mean, condom safe ... Angel wings safe?" "Jens and I have talked a lot about sex with others for a long time and decided no," Sven said. "Guys, of course. I mean, girls are still fair game." "As twins, it's almost like what we do is an extension of ourselves. But to do it with another guy ... that crosses over the line," Jens said. "Too queer?" Tyler asked. "Yeah, I guess," Jens said. "I can respect that," Tyler said. "Just remember though, that line in the sand you mentioned, it's imaginary. You're the ones who drew it, so you're the ones who can erase it. Or maybe you want to leave it there and just try crossing it once. But then you'll still have that safe place to return to. Whatever you decide, I want you to know, I'd love to be your first non-family suck or fuck." As if on cue, the phone rang. "I'll get it," Tyler said bounding off the bed, racing around to the twins side of the bed and picking up the phone. "Hello? ... Hi, Dad ... Fine ...Uh, he's ... asleep right now." There was a brief pause and Tyler said, "Trust me, he's asleep ... Yeah, they're still here ... I'll ask 'em." I felt one hand release my dick and I looked in the mirror through slitted eyelids. Sven was stroking Tyler's erection. "Can you guys stay for dinner?" "No," Sven said, "Dad insists on all of us being at home for dinner." "You sure?" "Positive," the twins said together. Back on the phone, Tyler said, "Can't ... Okay, see ya in a few minutes." After he hung up, he said, "We better beat off and get dressed. Dad's gonna be home in a few minutes." "No, we can't," Jens said. "We only do it ... you know ... together." "God! How do you do that? Get all worked up and then just ... NOT!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't think I could watch three adolescent cum shots without shooting my own load--and I wanted to save it all for later with Jason and the unsuspecting Tyler. "Can I at least just suck you two a little bit?" Tyler asked. "Please, Tyler, don't keep askin.' We've had a good time and ..." "I'm good. No means no. I respect that. I just wanted to make sure I asked all the right questions. Wouldn't want it to get around school that I was a poor host." Then Tyler smiled devilishly. "Of course, I wouldn't want to miss out on something terrific just because I didn't ask enough questions." "No hard feelings?" Sven asked. "Only the one in my dick. But between you two and me ... no way. We're buddies--angel wing buddies." The twins smiled. "Get up bro, we gotta get dressed." "You gotta wipe your pre-cum off my back," Jens laughed easily-- finally showing he was a little more comfortable being with Tyler. "You know where the bathroom is," Tyler said. "You can use any of the washcloths and towels. I put 'em up fresh this morning." After they left the room, Tyler tried to deep-throat me and I had to smack the back of his head. "Quit it," I whispered. "I'm getting ready to wake up, so get those two dressed." "Give me five minutes." "Three." "Four." "Three ... and counting. Now go." "Zip up. I'll tell 'em I zipped it for you while you were still sleeping." "Good idea." Mrs. Heinrichson arrived about five minutes after Jason got home. The twins blushed the whole time--the only color I'd seen on them since I met them--except Jens' cock crown. After they left, Jason said in a concerned tone, "Tyler said you fell asleep. Are you feeling okay?" "Why don't we all get undressed and you can take my temperature while I tell you all about it." "Hey, you said you had a date tonight," Tyler whined in a confused tone. "Two of 'em actually. A father and son tag team." "You're hot date is us?" Tyler shouted gleefully, jumping up and down. As Jason stepped out of his pants, he said, "I believe I have a rectal thermometer right here in my shorts." "And I've got an oral one," Tyler said giggling. "This is going to be a long night, isn't it?" Jason said. "If I have MY way," I said. "This little fucker's been teasing me all day." "Me?" Tyler asked innocently "Let me tell you all about it," I said to Jason as I stripped right there in the living room. To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. Maybe some of you readers know of websites that buy stories. Or maybe you know of agents who represent authors. If so, let me know. Thanks. 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