Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2023 20:37:03 +0000
From: aintthatnifty <aintthatnifty@proton.me>
Subject: Sleepover with double trouble - 2

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
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SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 2

"Shirt, skin, shirt, skin, shirt, skin..." my dad rattled off, going
down the line of us in the park that hot, summer Sunday afternoon, right
before back-to-school the next day.

And that's how us neighborhood boys played non-professional volleyball
back on those hot, humid, summer days in 1981. No professional or even
semi-professional uniforms. No formality. Just good, clean, all-American
fun. My dad was the coach of our little neighborhood volleyball group and
my team-mates' parents were happy that he took time out of his weekends
to occupy their mischievous junior-high aged sons' time with something
healthy -- and supervised.

It had to have been 100 degrees that day and 200 percent humidity but
unfortunately, I got picked as a shirt so it would be an afternoon of
extra sweating. Among those on my team were my best friend Kevin and
Jeffrey, a new boy who had just moved here to South Carolina from
Georgia. Over on the skins side, were Todd and Tim Bowyer, two of my
other best friends who were twins and had had a rather sad childhood
following their father's abandonment after he divorced their mother and
ran off with his mistress. Despite that tragic event, the two of them had
each other and while they were mischievous and would often get in trouble
at school, they weren't on drugs or doing anything yet to involve law
enforcement. My dad and some of the other dads in our neighborhood had
agreed to look after and mentor Todd and Tim because their mother
suffered from depression.

Absent that day was Brian Walsh who Todd and Tim had stayed over with the
night before. Even though he was the least athletic of us, Brian usually
joined us because he didn't get along with his dad's new wife.

"Hey Tim," I asked during one of the breaks. "Where's Brian."

Tim looked over to his brother Brian for a minute before responding.

"I dunno."

"Was he not feeling well yesterday?"

"Seemed o.k. last night."

Maybe Brian was grounded because the three of them had stayed way past
Brian's curfew last night at the skating rink. Oh well, dad's whistle
signaled that it was time to get back on the grass and another round of
volleyball.

"And that's a wrap," dad announced with his final whistle blow.

We all cheered and ran for the carboy, filled with Gatorade for some
relief. Man, it was hot that day.

"Nice job today sport," dad said walking over to get himself a drink.

I had a great relationship with my dad, Carl Hudson. He was one of the
town's most popular guys, operating a successful accounting business and
serving on the town council, as well as a few charities and last but not
least, coaching the neighborhood boys.  At home, I was the only son and
had two older sisters. So, my dad and I were especially close being
surrounded by so many things girly.

Our neighborhood technically had the same name but there was one side
that was definitely more upscale than the other side. I and my family
lived on the side of the park where the houses were a little bigger, with
better looking yards, garages, and in my case, a swimming pool in the
back yard. Tim and Todd lived on the other side, in a small rancher that
was falling into neglect after their parents had split. As our group
split off in opposite directions from the center of the park, my dad had
an idea.

"Hey Tim and Todd," he said.

"Yes sir Mr. Hudson," Todd politely responded.

"It's a mighty hot day and you two could probably use some relief. Why
don't you come over and enjoy the pool."

Tim and Todd looked at each other first -- as they always did.

"Come on guys," I said. "Your mom won't mind."

And knowing that I was right, they did an about face, joining dad and
myself for the short walk down the street and around the corner to our
house at the end of the cul-de-sac.

"Honey, we're home and we have guests," dad announced upon opening the
front door.

My mom emerged seconds later from the kitchen.

"Oh, Todd and Tim, what a pleasant surprise," she said, greeting them.

"How was volleyball today?" she asked the four of us.

"It was good, but hot, and now, we're going to cool off in the pool,"
dad replied.

The pool was calling, and we had a couple hours before dinner so upstairs
we went to get changed. In my room, I fished out a couple of bathing
suits for Tim and Todd and the three of us stripped down to our birthday
suits and then into the swimsuits. We were at the age where we were
raging with budding hormones and the fear of being called a fag if an
unwanted boner introduced itself in situations like this. I couldn't
help though but notice Tim and Todd's bodies for a brief glimpse and was
surprised to see that they were a bit behind in the size and the pubic
hair department than where I was, despite both being a little older than
I.

"Let's go," I said, tying the drawstring on my suit.

And back out into the upstairs hall, down the stairs and out the back
door to the pool we went.

My two sisters, Jane and Missy were already there, tanning on the beach
chairs.

"Hi Tim, Hi Todd," they said upon noticing my guests.

Both Tim and Todd stopped to go over and say hello but not me, I went
straight to the diving board and did a perfect dive into the cool,
refreshing blue water before me. Swimming across the pool, I felt a huge
splash and then turned back around to see my dad underwater, having
canon-balled in right after my dive.

Us guys stayed in the water for the next couple hours while mom stayed
inside and my two sisters, mostly to themselves in the sun with the
occasional feet in the water where, I think, they were carefully trying
to flirt with Tim and Todd who picked up on it. I felt confident nothing
would come out of that because both my sisters had boyfriends and were
way older than us. And besides, dad was right there so everyone was on
their best behavior.

Mom came out in a while and asked Tim and Todd if they could stay for
dinner and if they wanted to, stay the night over. She had already
checked with their mom who said yes so of course, they accepted. And then
back into the house she went to finish off dinner and to do laundry,
including Tim and Todd's clothes so they'd have clean clothes for the
first day of school tomorrow.

By 7:00 the sun was setting, and a nice breeze had rolled in, so we
gathered at the picnic table by the pool to enjoy a dinner of grilled
hamburgers, salad and mom's refreshing half-lemonade half-tea to drink.
Mom was a stickler for girl's modesty -- especially for girls my sisters
age -- so my sisters put their oversized shirts over their bathing suits
and towels around their waists. She didn't care so much about boy's
modesty, and Tim and Todd's clothes at this point were still in the
dryer, so us guys joined the table in just our wet suits which was
fine.

Technically, Brian was Tim and Todd's best friend outside themselves and
usually when I was with the twins, Brian and often another friend or two
were with us. But, this time, it was nice to have a smaller group and
shoot the breeze with the two of them on this last day of summer break.
Several of the neighborhood parents didn't like Tim and Todd and
Brian's stepmother was at the top of that list. She thought they were
troublemakers and looked down on them. Thankfully, my parents and my
sisters weren't like that. "Our house is your house" was really their
motto where my friends were concerned.

During dinner, I sat across from my dad who had Tim sitting on his left
and Todd on his right. We all had a good time talking about what a fun
summer it had been and what we were expecting as we all started school
the next day. I was looking forward to getting back and into the eighth
grade; Tim and Todd not so much but they weren't negative about it
either.

Ding!

Oops, I dropped my fork on the patio. Down I went to grab it before the
5-second rule set in.

I quickly picked up the fork which had rolled a little ahead of where I
was sitting. Picking it up I looked just ahead and there were my dad's
big, bare feet with a much smaller foot on top of his left foot.

"Did you find it yet honey," mom said.

Up I came with the fork and looking across the table, Dad, Tim and Todd
were eating away so I figured what I saw was just a nano-second where
Todd's foot accidentally brushed up against dads.

After dinner, I gave Tim and Todd some gym shorts and t-shirts to wear,
and we joined my family to watch a lame comedy on HBO before mom
announced at 9:30 that we needed to get ready for bed so we could get
rested up for the big day tomorrow. Tim and Todd expressed their
gratitude to both my parents for having them over and we went upstairs to
my room where I pulled out a couple of sleeping bags for my overnight
guests.

Not yet tired enough to sleep, I asked:

"You guys wanna listen to some music for a while?"

"Sure," they said in unison.

"How about this one... the new Journey album, Escape?"

Both of them chuckled.

"Hey, it's a good album. Don't tell me you haven't heard any of the
songs yet?"

"Oh, we've heard them," Todd said with a certain tone of sneakiness in
his voice.

As Don't Stop Believin got underway on side one, we got comfortable in
bed and started to chat about a variety of stuff.

"How was Brian's last night," I asked.

"Oh dude..." Tim replied.

"His stepmom is such a bitch," Todd added.

"Yeah," I added. "Poor guy's been through a lot with his parent's
divorce. I don't know what his dad was thinking. I don't know how he
can fuck that thing but he's pretty dweeby himself."

Another chuckle from my two twin guests for the evening.

Like all fourteen-year-olds bursting with budding testosterone, we got
off the topic of Brian's home situation and into what girls at the
skating rink last night looked hot and which one of us would lose our
virginity first. I already knew the answer (Tim and Todd probably
together), but we agreed that whoever was the first, we'd share all the
details.

And before we knew it, the final song on side one, Open Arms, had
finished playing which had tired us, so off the lights went and off to
sleep we went.

Sluuurrrp.

Mmmmm.

Sluuurrrp.

Mmmmm.

What the hell?

Sluuurrp.

Mmmmm.

I poked my head up in a daze, looking over at the digital clock which
said midnight. Must be dreamin...

Sluurrrp.

I looked in the direction of the strange sound. Nothing.

I looked down. Something.

The moonlight from the louvered blinds illuminated something on the floor
in my room I was certainly not expecting to ever see. Tim and Todd, naked
and in a 69-position with their penises in each other's mouths. No
fucking way.

Both looked identical and especially in their birthday suits but there
they were, sucking each other's little dicks right in front of my bed,
apparently not caring about the fact that I was... was...

"Uh, uh, uh"

"Ohhhhhh"

I rose up in bed all of a sudden, awakened by a throbbing in my
super-hard penis and then an explosion of semen into my pajamas.

Crap. Another wet dream and ewww, I thought coming to my senses, I got it
by dreaming my two friends were having gay, incestuous sex in my room. I
flopped my head back down onto the pillow and wanted to just pass out
again, but I had made a real mess and also, had to pee so I got up and
navigated myself over to the door, hoping that Tim and Todd didn't hear
me cumming in my sleep.

Out the hall and into the upstairs bathroom which was thankfully empty.
Peeing with a semi is tough enough and wow, what a mess I had made of my
pajama bottoms. I cleaned up as quietly as I could but heard footsteps
going down the stairs. I knew exactly what that was. By now, it had to be
around 3:00 and dad was going down for his early morning swim in the buff
before the rest of us got up.

Back in my room, I tip-toed around the sleeping bag area, careful not to
wake Tim or Todd. Only thing... there weren't two humps on the floor.
Where were Tim and Todd? Oh no.

Back into the hall I went for a peek inside my sisters' rooms. Please,
please, please, don't let them be in there I said to myself. Missy's
room was first and.... Whew, she was by herself, sound asleep. O.K. now
Jane's room and... Whew again, just Jane. O.K. so where were they? We
only had one bathroom upstairs which I was in and there I was in front of
it, and it was completely empty and dark. Downstairs?

Down the steps I went, carefully so not to awaken my family. Living
room... check, dining room... check... kitchen... check. Where the hell were
they?

Splash.

Splash.

The pool?

Out the back door I went and along the trail in the darkened yard to the
lit pool area.

Ahead in the distance, I found my missing overnight guests. They had
joined my dad in the pool. As I got closer, I saw that the three of them
were splashing around in the center of the pool, having a good time and
then, my dad picked up one of them and tossed him ahead into the deeper
water with a giant splash; then did the same to the other twin. And...
no?... yes! Tim and Todd were both naked as was my dad. Hell, dad didn't
even swim naked with me -- his naked time in the pool was always at this
time of day so that he could be alone.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, I said to myself. I'll wake up any minute
now with wet dream number two...

Nope, this was real.

I got a little closer but for some reason, didn't want them to know I
was there. At a safe distance, the three of them got out of the pool at
different ends and then dad started to chase Tim and Todd around the
pool. What a contrast it was to see my middle-age, 6'8" brickhouse,
naked dad, chasing around my barely 5'2", naked, pubescent twin
friends. Dad's big penis flopped up and down as he chased Tim and Todd
while their little guys were upon closer focus, sticking straight up.
Those two little things were troublemakers just like Mrs. Walsh had said
to my mom. And this was looking more than just a little gay -- and
wrong.

Dad caught up with one of them (I certainly couldn't tell them apart in
this state of un-dress) and picking him up by the waist, spun him around
and threw him over his shoulder -- caveman style. Tim -- or was it Todd?
-- laughed hysterically as dad held him in place over his shoulder and
continued to chase the other twin. Catching, up, dad tossed twin number
one into the pool and scooped up twin number two into his arms, wrestled
a little and then, picked him up with one hand on his chest and another
between his legs. Lifting the giggling twin over his head like some
professional wrestler he tossed him into the pool below and then
cannonballed himself in where the horseplay continued. Good grief!

Minutes later, dad disappeared underwater and then one of the twins
emerged vertically from the water, sitting on my dad's shoulders. I
wondered if they both still had hard-ons and if the back of my dad's
head was getting poked by his little erection?

"This is so much fun," I heard Todd say.

"Yeah Coach Hudson, you're the best," his brother said.

"O.K. boys," dad said, taking Todd off his shoulders, "time to get
back to the house before everyone wakes up. You boys have school in a few
hours and I have work."

"Awww, come on," they said in unison.

Dad laughed and walked over to an exit and emerged from the pool. Tim and
Todd followed.

"You know what?" dad said looking around.

"What?" Tim said.

"I didn't bring any towels."

"So."

"So, we can't just go back inside all wet like this and track water all
over the house."

The three of them stood there for a minute with Tim and Todd still hard.
Did dad not even notice?

"Hey," dad said. "The air is pretty warm and breezy so if we run
around in the yard a little while, we can air dry off enough to safely go
back in the house.

"Catch me if you can," Tim said taking off in one direction with Todd
saying the same in the other direction.

This time, they were running into the yard where I was, so I quickly
jumped behind the bushes separating our yard from the creek beside us.

I watched the twins streak by, followed by my father several times,
repeating what had happened around the pool a little while ago.

"Gotcha!" I heard dad say as he emerged from behind a tree, catching
both Todd and Tim off guard.

The two of them laughed and fake-struggled as he scooped up one boy in
one arm, and the other in the other arm, and ran around for a little
while with both under each arm.

"Hey now," I heard my dad say, stopping in his tracks and putting both
down.

Dad's back was towards me, and Todd and Tim had gotten up and were in
front of him -- up close.

"Tim. Todd." Dad said.

"No, don't."

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

Oh, oh, oh is right. Tim and Todd were on their knees playing with my
dad's penis.

"Ohhhh!!!"

And now they had both moved in closer. Judging from the slurping sounds
that followed, those two little bastards were now sucking my dad, in his
back yard, on his property, with his wife and kids asleep -- well, not
all of them -- in the house.

"Yeeaaahhhh."

What!

"Oh Tim, Oh Todd."

Oh shit! Dad was letting them continue and was enjoying it.

I couldn't see them actually doing it, but I could tell by my father's
buttocks that he was fucking their faces and going back and forth from
one twin's mouth to the other.

"Take it boy, take it."

I would never be able to look my dad in the eye again.

"Yeah, make daddy feel good."

Daddy?

The slurping sounds were getting louder and slurpier so Tim and Todd were
getting dad's manhood nice and wet. Both of them fist-fucked their own
dicks as they worshipped the big one in their faces. In a sick way, I
kind of wanted to see what they were doing and my dad's facial
expressions.

"Does it taste good?" I heard dad say.

"Mmmm," one or both uttered.

I watched my father's big buttocks in front of me tighten up and then he
said:

"I can't hold, you're gonna make me, make me...."

"Ahhh, ahhh. Ohhh, ohhh, Ahhh, ahhh."

I could see one of the twins back off into my view with his mouth open,
as my father masturbated a stream of semen inside as the same twin was
bringing himself to orgasm below. I could not see the other one on the
other side of dad but, it sounded like the same thing was happening.

Tim and Todd whimpered like puppies as they tasted the seed that made me
and relieved themselves.

"O.K.," dad whispered squeezing out his final drops. "Back inside."

He helped Tim and Todd up and gave each a playful spank on the butt as
they laughed and then ran naked into the house with dad pacing around the
yard for a while, probably thinking about what he had just allowed to
happen. As dad moved to the back of the yard, I took the opportunity to
make a dash for the house myself so he wouldn't realize I had been
there.

Inside the house, I noticed in the kitchen that it was now 4:00. Mom and
my sisters would be up in probably a couple of hours and I hope they were
all SOUND asleep tonight. Up the stairs I carefully crept and into my
room. Looking down, there were two humps in the sleeping bags, pretending
to be asleep.

"Oops, I said," purposely tripping and falling on top of both of them.

"Oww, they said in unison, sitting up.

I shot both of them the look that could kill and they looked at me,
knowing right away that I knew.

And that my friends is the second installment of the adventures of Tim
and Todd, the double, trouble-making twins. I welcome any comments you
may have. aintthatnifty@protonmail.com