Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2023 19:34:58 +0000
From: aintthatnifty <aintthatnifty@proton.me>
Subject: Sleepover with double trouble

What you are about to read is a work of fiction involving teenagers and
an adult male. It is a work of pure fantasy but if reading such material
is illegal in your region, please do not read further. I welcome any
comments you may have after reading this story to
aintthatnifty@protonmail.com.

SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE

The year was 1981. Disco was officially dead, skin-tight jeans were in,
and my friends and I were nothing but trouble. That was especially the
case one wild Saturday night when I was hosting a sleep-over with two
friends: identical twins in my class at the local junior high school
named Tim and Todd. Brace yourselves dear readers for a wild ride.

Tim, Todd and I had been friends since grade school in our boring little
Southern town with not much to do for kids our age other than the skating
rink, and on occasion when we could slip away, the park. On this night in
particular, the weekend before the dreaded back to school, we were
hanging out at the skating rink with pretty much everyone in our class --
except the kids whose parents didn't want them around all the
troublemaking, older kids in high-school with cars, who hung out there
too with cigarettes and beer on-hand in the parking lot. We were about to
be eight graders, thinking that we were mature adults when that was the
furthest thing from the truth.

Tim and Todd were the "cute guys" and were easing into their fourteenth
year with all the popularity they had had since they were introduced to
us in the first grade, immediately getting curious attention because they
looked identical. Both were on the athletic side, excelling at a variety
of sports. Both had nice sets of curly blonde hair that drew the
attention of several boy-crazy girls in our class and even some of the
older ones in the ninth grade. Both were the early 80s "cool kids" with
the latest Jordache jeans, Nike sneakers, and concert t-shirts. I on the
other hand, was finally starting to come out of my chubbiness thanks to
puberty. Despite being a late bloomer compared to most of the other boys
in my class, Tim and Todd still included me in their group and grateful,
I managed to get through the seventh grade with relative confidence
despite not being as up to speed as my friends were.

The three of us were not from the best home environments. Tim and Todd's
parents were bitterly divorced and after their dad split, they were left
with their mom who in her depression, let them do whatever they wanted,
which in hindsight, didn't do them any favors. I on the other hand was
also of divorced parents but much to my surprise, my dad -- who I lived
with -- had re-married a nasty, hot-tempered, obese woman who showed him
no respect and me even less. Dad himself was not a great catch. He was in
all truthfulness, more than a little on the nerdy side: tall,
rail-skinny, thick glasses and a soft-spoken voice that did not command
confidence. He had met Olivia -- my stepmother from hell -- at a church
support group about a month after the divorce. She herself was divorced
and had a couple kids who were away at college. Just a few weeks later,
they announced their intent to marry and unfortunately, it happened.

Upon becoming a Mrs. again, Olivia wasted no time asserting herself as
boss of the house. My weak father took her nagging and didn't stand up
for me when she and I would get into it. He was the definition of
non-confrontational and I began more and more to understand why my mom
divorced him. I had considered going to live with mom like my sisters
had, but I felt like he needed someone around and unlike him, I wasn't
afraid to give it right back to Olivia, so I stayed after the divorce,
and after the arrival of Olivia.

O.K. dear readers, now that you have some background and descriptions of
the main characters, allow me to get back to this crazy little story.
Tim, Todd and I were told by Olivia that we needed to be back my 8:00
because I had to go to church the next day. Olivia was not crazy about
Tim and Todd and she and I had an argument about me inviting them to stay
over without her permission. We were having a great time at the skating
rink, catching up with old friends and making some new ones when all of a
sudden, the DJ made the announcement that it was closing time and we
needed to make our way off the rink and to come back again next weekend.
Oops... it was now 10:00. Trouble awaited a few blocks away at my house.

We took our time turning in our skates and putting our shoes back on,
then hung out awhile in the parking lot before security told us all to go
home. By this time, it was 10:30 and off we strolled across the highway
and into my dull neighborhood of 1950s-era ranch houses to mine at the
end of a dead-end street.

"Dude," Tim said. "Your stepmom is going to be pissed."

"Fuck her," I replied.

"Nah, Tim said. "I'd rather fuck Debbie Spruce."

The three of us laughed out loud as we walked up the driveway.

Before we could reach the door, it swung open and there she was with the
look that could kill.

"It's almost 11:00 young man. You are three hours late!" Olivia loudly
exclaimed.

"Sorry," I said rolling my eyes at her and squeezing by her into the
living room with Todd and Tim right behind me.

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You are not just going to mosey in here
without explaining yourself. Your father and I told you to be home at
8:00 and this is unacceptable. I was just about to call the police."

I plopped down in the recliner, looked her in the eye and reminded her
where we were and if she was so worried, all she had to do was drive a
minute out of her way.

Todd and Tim sat down on both sides of my dad who was positioned in the
center of the couch.

"Good evening Mr. Walsh," they each said, extending their hands.

My dad looked at them both with a little bit of disappointment but weakly
shook their hands while Olivia and I continued to have it out. He sat
there in his white, button-down, short-sleeve shirt and his khaki pants
-- looking like he was still at work.

"Do something!" Olivia screamed at my dad.

"Honey," he said.

"Ooooo!" she said cutting him off. "This boy of yours is out of
control and you're just going to sit there and not punish him?"

"Dad," I said. "Sorry I came in so late. It won't happen again."

"It's late," dad said standing up. "I think you boys had better go
turn in."

"You tired?" Todd said looking at me and then at his brother.

Olivia was not pleased to see this sign of defiance in the house from two
guests.

"You three hooligans get up right now and off to bed," she said with
her face now on the path to bright red.

A few seconds passed with no one moving.

"Now!!!!" she screamed.

And, not wanting to get into it any more with the screaming psycho, we
trotted down the hall to my room and slammed the door, giggling along the
way and again when we were inside.

"Fucking bitch," I said.

"Why does your dad put up with that shit?" Tim asked.

To make matters worse, the central AC in the house had died and this
being a late August night, it was unbearably hot. Up the window came and
off came our clothes except our underwear. We were still wound up and had
no intention of going to sleep, so I thumbed through my albums, tuned on
the record player and chose the new Journey album "Escape." Our heads
started bobbing as the piano intro to "Don't Stop Believin" kicked in,
followed by our muted voices:

"Just a small town girl.

Living in a lonely world.

She took the mini train down the mini rail.

Just a city boy.

Born and raised in south Detroit.

He took the min train down the mini rail..."

We air guitared when Neal Schon's strums began, only to be interrupted
by a weak tap and the door and my dad poking his head in.

"Boys," he whispered. "You really need to go to bed soon, O.K."

Oh man, he was so pathetic.

"O.K. dad" I whispered, turning down the volume. "Just a little longer
til we get really tired?"

"Tell them now Stanley," a voice from the room across the hall
exclaimed.

The three of us laughed and I nodded at my dad who closed the door, and
we were back to the Olivia hate-fest.

We kept our voices down and talked about how much we hated her. But that
grew old, and we transitioned into talk about how much some of the girls
had changed over the summer and how hot they were looking.

"Hey..." Tim said with a up-to-no-good look on his face.

"Hey what?" I said.

Tim reached for his backpack and pulled out three magazines, tossing one
to his brother and one to me.

"Whoa," I said upon noticing they were porn mags from the 1970s.

"Oh yeah," Todd said. "I forgot that we were bringing these."

"Where did you get them?" I asked.

"Found them in the trash can back behind the skating rink," he said.

None of us cared about how dirty they might be as we thumbed through them
and started to sprout little tents in our tighty-whities.

Mine was filled with lesbian scenes between big-breasted women with 70s
style Farrah Fawcett hair or big-hair perms. Both Tim and Todd were eager
to share each page of theirs which was more hardcore porn featuring guys
and girls together.

"Whoa, check it out," Todd said, holding up his magazine for us to get
a shared view.

Whoa indeed.

It was a scene of a toothy, moustached guy getting ready to get a blowjob
from two slutty looking blonde twins. The guy's schlong was massively
long, and he looked like he was in ecstasy as the two on each side had
their tongues out, licking it while posing for the camera.

"Hey Brian," Todd said to me. "That dude kinda looks like your dad."

I had to cover my mouth or else I would have laughed out loud.

My dad a porn star? Too funny although the lucky guy in this magazine
spread did have bucked teeth, a moustache and hair kind of like my old
man.

"Do you think old hippo in there blows your dad?" Tim asked.

More laughter that was soon silenced as we heard snoring.

"Dude, what the..." Todd said.

"Yeah," I replied. "That's her."

It sounded like a freight train in the house.

"Surely he's not asleep," Tim said.

I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the lezzie scene in front of
me.

We passed the three mags around, not caring that each of us had erections
about to poke a hole in our underwear. The three of us got more and more
into the mag Todd had with the big-dicked guy and the two twins.
Subsequent pages had incredible photos of the two ladies licking it,
sucking it and in one incredible photo, one of them had actually
deep-throated it all the way down to the lucky guy's balls.

I felt like one of our circle jerk sessions was about to start but the
loud snoring in the next room kept snapping us out of dirty minds.

"Your stepmom is such a bitch," Tim said.

"I fucking hate how she treats your dad," Todd added.

"What about me?" I chimed in.

Tim and Todd kept drawing back into the magazine in of us.

"It would be funny if your dad got a blowjob right in front of that
snoring bitch," Tim said.

I did not answer.

"Fuck," Todd added. "Yeah, he totally would deserve it with all the
shit he takes."

"Well," I said. "There aren't any hot chicks here to do that to him
and who would do it anyway."

I looked up from the magazine and Tim and Todd were both taking off their
underwear.

"Sorry man," Todd said. "Hard as a rock and the underwear is in the
way."

His brother Tim was even more brazen and started to masturbate. Todd
started to follow. I guess I was expected to join in.

"Your stepmom is such a bitch," Tim said again.

"Yeah, I know. What are you going to do about it?" I said.

Tim didn't answer right away, he just fist pumped his little dick as
sweat started to drip down from his wet hair onto his forehead.

Another loud snore jolted us.

Tim looked over at his brother with that creepy look that twins do when
they're thinking alike.

"You wanna get crazy bro?" Todd said.

Tim smiled and nodded.

"What are you guys thinking?" I said.

No response.

"Guys?"

No response.

No way? Both were fixated on that magazine scene in front of them. Both
had been saying that they wish my dad would get a BJ like the guy in the
magazine. Both had started to say it should happen with my stepmom right
there. And both were twins? I hesitated before I blurted out what could
have been the friend-ending question...

"You aren't thinking about sucking my dad's dick are you?"

I expected a laugh, followed by them getting mad about accusing them of
being fags but Tim just looked at me dead in the eye.

"Dare us," he said.

"O.K. I dare you."

"We accept."

And upon that dare, my double trouble friends were out the door and into
the hallway with me right behind. At the door to dad and Olivia's room,
Todd looked back and asked me to promise I wouldn't tell anyone. I of
course nodded, still not convinced they were going to actually do this.

The door was ajar, so it didn't squeak when the three of us tiptoed
inside. I immediately snuck over to the corner of the room in the
darkness, and squatted down while Todd and Tim -- naked as jaybirds --
got strategically in place.

Every bit as hot inside as my room was, the window was open and the
curtains were drawn, flooding the bed with moonlight. Dad was on one side
of the king-sized bed, lying flat on his back, wearing just his boxer
shorts while way on the other side, Olivia was on her side, back to dad,
and had all the covers on her.

With such a wide expanse of space between Dad and Olivia, Todd climbed up
between them carefully and before lowering his head into position, he
lowered his butt directly over Olivia's head to the covered giggles of
myself and Tim. Meanwhile Tim stooped down on the floor, on the side of
the bed by the window. Dad snoozed away while the troublesome twins had
him fenced in.

Todd slowly and carefully stuck his hand inside the open slit in dad's
boxers and fished out his flaccid penis. It was now or never time and if
finally hit me that these two were going to go through with this dare. I
never had gotten any gay vibes from Todd and Tim and so this was a real
WTF moment, and especially that they were going to give a blowjob to my
totally un-sexy father, in the un-sexiest of environments.

Down Tim's head went and over the little appendage that I could barely
see. I don't know if this was their first time giving head but Tim was
quiet as he bobbed his head and up and down while Todd looked on from his
vantage position, taking over when Tim rose up to reveal that his
introductory oral skills had started to have an effect on his victim.

The more Todd bobbed his head and up and down, the more dad's erect
penis became visible -- and erect it was! It soon rose to full staff,
just like the porn stud in that magazine we had been looking at. I
hadn't seen my dad naked in many years and certainly not with an
erection so I was amazed that such a nerdy guy who was always covered up
could have such a studly penis worthy of a porn shoot.

"Mmmmmm."

"Mmmmmmmm."

Uh oh, dad was waking up.

If Tim and Todd were worried about consequences, they were too invested
in their task at hand to care, so they kept on taking turns sucking away
as I noticed dad's head rise up from the pillow. He had to have been
thinking if this was real or if he was in some sort of crazy dream.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

Tim rose up with his finger to his mouth for dad to be quiet. Dad was now
coming to and noticed that not one, but two naked bodies were slurping on
his manhood while his wife was just inches away, sound asleep.

"Shhh," I heard Todd whisper back. "You don't want to wake up the
Mrs. do you?"

Well this was certainly a WTF moment that kept on getting more and more
brazen. There were my two best friends -- twin brothers -- in my dad's
bed, sucking his penis with his wife sound asleep in the same bed. Were
Todd and Tim really gay? Gay curious? Just doing this to spite my
stepmom? Or, a weird combination of all the above? I don't know but it
was one helluva site and especially now that dad was awake and trapped.

Both Todd and Tim paused for a minute to pull a little at the waistband
of dad's boxers. He got the message and raised his hips a little so they
could slide his boxers all the way down his legs, off his feet and then
Todd crumbled them into a ball and tossed them over to me in the corner
where they landed in my face. I threw them quickly off and decided to
crawl on the floor over to get a better view.

At the foot of the bed, I rose up slowly like a gopher. My head had a
straight-shot view between the A-frame formed by dad's opened legs,
leading up to the A-point where his long, erect penis stood up straight
from the thick bush of his public hair that encircled it and covered his
testicles hanging below. It looked like a rocket launching up from the
jungle. Tim was on one side and Todd on the other, licking it up and down
the shaft with both of them taking turns to suck and slobber on the big,
mushroom-shaped crown at the top. Now and then I would hear an "ahhh"
as dad raised his head a little in ecstasy.

Tim and Todd both were into me watching them and they sure did put on a
show, practically worshiping my father's penis. If this was the first
time they had orally pleased a man, they sure had watched enough porn to
know what to do. I was still a little dumbstruck that all of a sudden,
from out of nowhere, these two stereotypes of all-American straight boys
were now lustful cocksuckers, bordering on incest as their tongues
collided while sharing the 45 year-old lollypop before them. The
moonlight perfectly illuminated the scene for me, and I have to say that
it was more than just a little erotic to see that saliva-covered penis,
glistening in the moonlight starting to throb. Throb?

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

"Shhh," I heard Tim -- or was it Todd -- whisper.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. I'm gonna. Gonna."

And then it happened. Dad's penis was well inside Todd's mouth while
Tim was busy sucking on his hairy right testicle. Todd started to gag and
then I noticed the white fluid running out of his mouth and down the long
shaft, and into the hairy base below. Tim and Todd quickly traded places,
both eager to taste my father's semen. I could tell by his throbs that
dad was ejaculating like a long dormant volcano, erupting for the first
time in centuries.

They kept on sucking him, milking every last drop out of him until his
erection started to slowly subside. I decided to back down and crawl out
before he rose up to put on is glasses and know that I was there. Seconds
later, in the safety of my room, Tim and Todd came in, shut the door and
quickly masturbated each other to orgasm, covering my floor without a
care in the world. They were now tired and rightfully so, along with me.

The next day, we got up about the same time. Tim and Todd got dressed
fast and slipped out before dad and Olivia got up. We never said anything
about what had happened and if my dad knew I was in the room watching the
night before, he never gave any indication.

And that my friends is the story of Tim and Todd. I welcome any comments
you may have. aintthatnifty@protonmail.com