Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2023 15:53:20 +0000
From: aintthatnifty <aintthatnifty@proton.me>
Subject: Sleepover with double trouble - 3

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SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 3

BRIAN

"Now young man... After school, I want you to march straight back home
and get busy mowing that yard. Do you hear me?" Olivia Walsh barked at
her stepson Brian.

Brian wanted to turn around and cuss her out, but he was just too
exhausted and mind-blown from Saturday night to care.

"I said do you hear me!" she hissed.

"Yes! I fucking hear you!"

Olivia gasped at the 14-year old's sudden outburst.

"Stanley! Stanley! Stanley!" she hysterically shrieked, running to find
her husband.

Brian tossed his new bookbag over his shoulder and marched out the front
door, not even bothering to say goodbye to his father on this, his first
day back to school.

Outside the hellish house and into the peaceful quiet of his tree-lined
street, he had plenty of time before the school bus arrived at his
designated stop. He was not totally looking forward to today and having
to see his friends Todd and Tim Bowyer, twin brothers whose behavior at
his house for a sleepover late Saturday night was still a little
traumatic for Brian to process.

Arriving at the bus stop, Brian leaned up against the street sign and
looking in the opposite direction, saw three figures coming his way. As
they got more into focus, he recognized Andy Hudson who lived in that
direction but what were Tim and Todd doing with him? They lived on the
other side of the neighborhood which the bus driver would go to after
this side.

"Morning guys," Brian said to Andy without really acknowledging Todd
and Tim.

Andy did not look like he was in a great mood. Sure, it was the first day
of school and we were all kind of bummed that summer break was over, but
Andy was usually more chipper than this.

"Tim. Todd. What are you guys doing over here this morning?"

"Oh," Todd said. "After volleyball yesterday, we went over to Andy's
and stayed over for the night."

Andy didn't pipe in with anything to add so I wondered if those two
little shits tried anything with Andy's dad like they did with mine the
night before. There was clearly some tension between the three, but Andy
broke the ice and things started to get a bit more chatty as other kids
joined us just before the bus arrived.

"Welcome back eighth graders," Mr. Pierce the bus driver said,
welcoming us back with his mostly toothless smile.

On the bus we went and after a few stops, picking up our classmates,
including a few more guys in our clique -- Kevin Barnes who we had known
since first grade, and Jeffrey Loflin who had just moved here from
Georgia, quickly fitting in with our team for Sunday afternoon sports
that Andy's dad coached in the neighborhood park. We always sat in the
back of the bus, and this school year was no different so Tim and Todd
went in first and basically bullied the poor seventh grade boy into
moving so they could take his seat, while Andy and Jeffrey got the seat
opposite and Kevin and myself the one above. 30 minutes later, we arrived
for our first day in the eighth grade.

"Hey," I said to Tim and Todd after the others were far enough ahead.

Tim and Todd looked at me like `what'?

"Andy seems kinda off after you guys stayed over. Did you two blow his
dad too?"

"Shhh!" Todd snapped at me, looking around horrified to see if anyone
had heard.

"Brian man," Tim said discreetly. "We're sorry."

"Yeah," Todd added. "Very sorry and it won't happen again. We just
got a little crazy."

"A little crazy? You two are fucking faggots."

"No, no, not true," Todd said confidently.

"Well, how do you explain..."

Cutting me off, he went on to explain.

"Brian. I'll admit that what we did may have been a little wrong but,
you dared us, remember?"

"Yeah Brian," his brother said, cutting in. "So, in a way, it's kind
of your fault."

Say what???

Tim and Todd got ahead of me and then Tim turned around.

"Hey Brian. Maybe you need to ask your dad if he's the faggot."

ANDY

"Andy Hudson... Andy Hudson... Is there an Andy Hudson here?"

"Dude," Brian said, tapping me on the back.

"Here," I said, snapping out of my daze.

Mrs. Brooks, the ultra-serious English teacher gave me that look that
said "pay attention" as she continued her rollcall on this, the first
period class of the day. I tried to focus -- I was not myself today after
Tim and Todd's stay-over last night.

"Krista Jackson."

"Here."

I turned my thoughts for a second from my so-called friends to Krista who
had gotten much prettier over the summer. My mind was racing all over the
place and everything Mrs. Brooks was teaching us was going in one ear and
out the other.

Riiiinnnnngggg. Riiiinnnnngggg. Riiiinnnnngggg.

And, 45 minutes later, there was the bell that ended English class.

"O.K. ladies and gentlemen," Mrs. Brooks said. "I will see you
tomorrow morning at 8:00 sharp and be prepared, because we just may have
our first quiz, so I hope all of you were paying attention today."

Oh that's just great.

I purposely trailed out, behind Krista and her friend Michelle, hoping to
get a word in.

"Excuse me."

Strolling past me all of a sudden and catching up to the girls was Tim on
Krista's left and Todd on Michelle's right.

"Dammit," I said to myself.

I wasn't a bad looking guy but I definitely wasn't the definition of
cute, or cool by today's standards, as Tim and Todd were. Hopefully they
would say something really offensive, but the four of them walked ahead
with the two girls, laughing at whatever Tim and Todd were saying. What
were those two, now obviously gay boys doing anyway?

"Andy, wait up."

It was Jeffrey.

"Hey man, what's up?" I said.

"What class are you heading to?"

"Mathematics II with Mrs. Fortson."

"Oh great, me too."

Jeffrey, being new, didn't know his way around the school so I happily
accompanied him to the trailer behind the main school building, put there
to accommodate the extra classroom space that was needed with the growing
enrollment.

"Hey Andy," he said. "I'm thinking about having a sleepover this
Friday. My folks are cool with it. Wanna come."

"Yeah, I don't see why not. Who all else is coming?"

"I want to keep it small cause our house isn't all that big. How about
you, Brian, Kevin. Oh, and Tim and Todd."

I wanted so bad to tell him no Tim and Todd, but then I'd have to
explain, and I wasn't ready for that yet.

STANLEY

Stanley Walsh liked to be alone and on this Monday morning, he especially
liked being away from his wife, Olivia, and everyone else, on his long
drive to his IT job in Greenville. Stanley had never had much of a sex
life and was seriously regretting his fast marriage to Olivia, following
his divorce from Becky, mother to his son, Brian, who lived with them and
his daughters who lived with their mom.

"Focus Stanley. Focus." I said to myself.

All I had on my mind while driving along the highway was Saturday night.
Was it real or was I dreaming? One minute, I was asleep and the next,
awakened by Tim and Todd Bowyer, my son's friends who were staying over,
performing oral sex on me with Olivia inches away and sound asleep. It
was my first blowjob and while I'm definitely not gay, I'm ashamed to
admit to myself that I liked it. Not that I had much of a choice -- Tim
and Todd had me in a very compromising position and one move or sound on
my or their part, Olivia would have woken up and that would have been
world war three.

"Oh stop," I said while trying to focus on the road ahead.

Thinking about what Tim and Todd were doing to me on Saturday was giving
me a rock-hard erection and with the way my penis was positioned in my
pants and underwear, it was getting painful.

I looked around both sides of the country road I was on, and it was
isolated for now -- soon I would be in the outlying area of Greenville.

Oh yes.

There it was, that abandoned old gas station just ahead.

I pulled into the weed-covered parking lot, hopped out and ran around
back, looking around paranoid to make sure no one was there.

Safely behind the ratty old former Esso station, I felt safe. I didn't
have much time and couldn't hold out much longer.

I fumbled with the belt and then the button and zipper, my hands shaking
nervously and in the back of my mind, fearing that someone might suddenly
appear. My khakis now opened, fell down, and that allowed my eight-inch
penis to escape from the slit in the front of my boxers. Time was short
so I took it in my hand and started to stroke, trying to think about
women but all that came to mind was how good it felt with those two boys
taking their turns licking and sucking me.

I looked down at the head and my urethra started right back at me,
slightly opened. One of the boys was playfully encircling it the other
night, and gently lapping at the entrance with his tongue. Oh, how good
that felt.

Oh, how in my blurred vision that night, I couldn't see but felt so
much. There was that one boy, brazenly up on my bed between Olivia and I,
making me feel good. Why me of all guys? My hand as I carefully reached
it forward and placed it on this smooth little butt in the air, massaging
it and gently inserting my finger between his cheeks to touch the warm
and moist entrance into the most private part of his body.

"Ohhhh."

"Ohhhh."

"Ahhhh."

And relief came as I ejaculated like I used to when I was my son's age,
discovering the joys of forbidden masturbation. My heart was racing a
hundred miles an hour, just like it was when I started cumming into their
little mouths Saturday night. Letting it all go, I cried out like a wild
animal as the final drops spilled down onto the trash-strewn lot where I
stood.

"O.K. Stanley. Time to go to work," I said putting things back before
making sure the coast was clear to get back to the car and on my way.

As I drove into Greenville, a new thought entered my head... what was I
going to do the next time I saw Tim and Todd?

CARL

Carl Hudson's mind was racing 100 miles a minute as he soaped up in the
hot, steamy shower this Monday morning. He was running behind schedule
this morning but didn't care. He had one thing that kept re-entering his
mind and that was what had happened just a few hours ago in the back yard
with Tim and Todd Bowyer, his son's twin-brother friends who he had
known since they were in the first grade with Brian. After Alan Bowyer
had left the family, Carl and a few of the other men in the neighborhood
had agreed to step in and be in the twins lives as a good role model.
Both boys were in and out of their house all the time so they, in a way,
seemed like part of the extended family. And then, there was last night.

Yesterday was a pretty typical Sunday for me and the neighborhood boys.
After lunch, as was the case, we all gathered in the park where I and
sometimes, one of the other guys in the neighborhood would coach the boys
with a seasonal sport. Yesterday's intense summertime heat called for a
game of volleyball and then, afterwards, Brian and I had extended the
invitation to Todd and Tim to come over and cool off in the pool which
they had done a zillion times over the years.

"Oh man," I said to himself as his blood started to flow in my loins,
causing an erection.

I thought to yesterday evening when our family and our two guests had
gotten out of the pool and were enjoying dinner on the park bench by the
pool area. By this point, my wife Carol, after calling their mom, had
invited the twins to stay over and they accepted. So, while Carol had
their laundry in the dryer, us guys sat on the bench in just our wet
swimsuits, enjoying the burgers.

At first, I didn't think much about Todd's wet little foot on top of
mine but when I moved my foot, he followed it with his.

Later that night, I woke up automatically like I did every night at 3:00,
lost my boxers and then, crept down the stairs and outside for my private
swim session. Carol was cool with my preference for swimming in the nude
but only when the rest of the family either wasn't home or asleep as
they were that time of day in the early hours of the morning. I'm a
summer guy and cherish the pool I have, especially the feeling of
swimming un-obstructed.

And so there I was after diving in for some butterfly laps and coming up
for air, I saw them entering the pool area: Todd and Tim and both were
completely naked as I was. Did they sleep like that I wondered? And where
was Brian?

"What are you boys doing," I remembered asking.

"We couldn't sleep," they told me.

"Well, come on in," and they sure did.

It started off all innocent, splashing around with them in the water,
brought back memories of when I as their age and how my brothers and I
would horseplay in the river where we grew up.

"Pick me up and toss me," Todd -- or was it Tim -- said to me.

And, thinking nothing of it, I scooped up the little guy by his waist and
being as strong as I was, had no problem tossing him pretty far into the
deep end of the pool.

"Me too," his brother said. And then after tossing that one, we had a
brief little game of shark with them getting ahead and then climbing out
of the pool, telling me to catch them.

I was having a blast and so I hopped out myself and being a big,
long-legged guy, caught up to one in no time at all.

"Gotcha," I said as he giggled.

He -- and I -- were wet and slick and him especially considering how
smooth this body was. Bending down, I scooped him up, tossed him over my
shoulder, holding onto the small of his back as his front fell down over
my back and his legs and feet dangled in front of me. He couldn't have
weighed much more than 100 or 120 pounds so I had no problem chasing his
brother around the pool a few times with him over my shoulder.

"O.K. buddy, I'm going to get you," I said as I tossed Todd -- or was
it Tim -- into the pool and caught up with his brother, wrestling him
down and then picking him up and over my head, tossed him too into the
pool. The two of them were having fun and so was I.

"Cannonball!!!!" I announced as I backed up and then ran above the
water, crashing down with a tidal wave splash that soaked them even
more.

Both boys were treading water since they were in the deep end and I
decided to play some more shark by teasing them with a gentle tug on
their feet as I swam below, encircling them. Then, coming up for air, I
positioned myself under one of their treading bodies and emerged with the
boy now positioned on my shoulders as his brother splashed and swam
around us.

As boys that age do, I felt something in the back of my neck and knew
that he had an erection.

I remember horseplaying some more with them, then snapping to my senses,
told them that fun time was over, and we needed to get back inside
because they had school and I had work in a few hours. But as we got out
of the pool, it dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring a towel and I
know good and well they didn't. We couldn't go back into the house all
wet like that and track water over the carpet -- Carol would have a fit.
So, I had the bright idea to spend some time running around the yard to
let the hot, breezy air aid our drying process.

Tim and Todd were still pretty wound up and so was I as we resumed our
chasing, around the big back yard, careful not to be loud so not to wake
Carol and the kids. I always loved the feeling of running in the grass
barefoot and the warm breeze also felt good on my naked skin as I chased
the two boys around, eventually catching them both and scooping one under
one arm and another under the other.

And then, from out of the blue, things changed as they took my member in
their hands. Thinking about that as I stroked myself in the shower, I
felt a surge of pleasure.

I don't know what I was thinking as I let them get down and do to me
what I was not expecting but I did and, it felt...

"Ohhhh."

Not able to hold back any longer, I looked down and this time, instead of
releasing my seed into two open mouths below, I watched as I coated the
shower floor below, watching my semen flow down and then circle round
before going down the drain.

And now, I could get ready for work. But what would I do the next time I
saw Tim and Todd?

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