Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2023 17:07:00 +0000 From: aintthatnifty Subject: Sleepover with double trouble - 4 Title: Sleepover with Double Trouble - 4 What you are about to read is a work of fiction involving teenagers and an adult male(s). 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@proton.me. Note also that this is an ongoing series, and it may be more enjoyable to read the earlier chapters first. Finally, please remember to support nifty with your donations. SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 4 "You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby. There was something missin'. You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe. But you didn't listen. You played dead. But you never bled. Instead, you laid still in the grass. All coiled up and hissin'..." Kevin Barnes bobbed his head slightly up and down as he rounded the corner of the roller-skating ring, caught up in the intro of REO Speedwagon's new song, "Keep on Loving You." He had already heard the song umpteen times, after his parents gave him the album, "High Infidelity" the other week for his fourteenth birthday. "...And I meant, every word I said. When I said that I love you I meant. That I'd love you foreverrrrr. And I'm gonna keep on lovin' youuu. Cause it's the only thing I wanna doooo. I don't wanna sleep. I just wanna keep on lovin' youuu..." And with the start of Gary Richrath's soaring guitar solo, the DJ in the booth changed the lighting to a mix of racing reds and blues from the overhead disco ball, as the rink swarmed with circling kids, mostly in the junior high and high school range on this Friday night in the waning days of summer, 1981. "Yowwww!" Kevin, yelped, snapping out of his REO Speedwagon trance. I had just been spanked on the backside by a flicked, long plastic comb which was the latest trend that was either a way of flirting or just being mean. Turning around, I noticed Kelly Conner. "Gotcha Kevin," she said whizzing by me which prompted a playful chase. By the time I caught up to her, the song had suddenly stopped with the final keyboard strokes by Neal Doughty, replaced by a new song: "Suddenly," the ballad from "Xanadu" by Olivia Newton John. Roller boogie was over, and it was time for the equivalent of slow dancing -- couples holding hands while skating together. "You wanna..." I shyly said to her. And without saying a word, Kelly flashed me a flirtatious smile and took my nervous hand. "She. Walks in... and I'm suddenly a hero. I'm taking in... my heart's begin to rise..." I actually did not like this song and hated the stupid movie that I saw last year in the theater. But, I did like what was happening. Kelly was a girl I had never really noticed before, but like so many others, she had gotten prettier and more um... developed over the summer, so here we were. I guess she thought the same about me since she had never really paid me much attention until now. As we circled the rink, we passed by a few other unofficial couples in the eighth grade that we had just started. Up ahead of us was Krista Jackson, one of the more popular, preppy girls with Todd Bowyer one half of the Bowyer twins I was friends with. And, since they were always together, his brother Tim was even further head with Michelle Wilhelm, trying her best to look like Pat Benetar, with her headband and new, short haircut. Over to the side of the rink by the DJ booth, my other pals Andy Hudson and Brian Walsh were not faring so lucky. Both of them had been a little weird since the school year started, and seemed to be growing apart from Tim and Todd which bothered me since all of us had been good friends since we were in kindergarten and first grade. "What are you doing afterwards?" Kelly asked. "Tim and Todd are coming over and staying the night," I said. "How about you?" She giggled. "I'm having a sleepover at my house with Krista and Michelle." My thoughts raced to more carnal things like the six of us losing our virginity that night behind the skating rink, in the woods, before closing time, and departing for our awaiting parents. But I was too scared at this stage in life to even kiss her. And then suddenly, no pun intended, Olivia Newton John's schlocky song was replaced by the piercing guitar intro of Billy Squirer's "In the Dark," giving all the single folks an opportunity to get back on the skating rink. Kelly and I said goodbye and I was off to the corner with Tim and Todd where Brian and Andy were, while our (maybe potential) girlfriends skating off the rink to do doubt gossip about us in the ladies room. "Kevin's got a girlfriend, Kevin's got a girlfriend," I heard Tim saw as he flipped his back-pocket comb on my Levis encased ass. "Hey, are you some kind of faggot?" I playfully said to the laughter of my friends. "Just fucking with you man," Tim said. "So, when are you gonna fuck her? "When are you going to fuck Michelle?" Andy said inserting himself. There was something angry in the tone of his voice. "I'll get some pussy before you ever will," Tim said getting into his face. "Cocksucker," Andy said. "Pervert closet case," Tim said back. Sensing a fight, I got in-between them and thankfully we were joined by some other guys, so the confrontation diffused itself. What the hell was going on between them? The rest of the night was fun -- yet tense -- and seeing that it would soon be 9:00, I gathered up Tim and Todd from their potential girlfriends to the parking lot where my dad would soon be there to pick us up. On the way out I reluctantly waved goodbye to Kelly, to the giggles of her girlfriends. I saw Dad's Mazda in the back and waving to him, I knew I had to find Tim and Todd who had disappeared upon our mutual exit from the skating rink. "Hey buddy, where's the old man?" I heard Todd say, slapping me on the back. I had expected to find them behind the skating rink, making out with their girlfriends but instead, there they were, finishing off their cigarettes with two sleazy, white-trash seniors. "Let's go," I said. And away we were to my awaiting dad's car and to my house, across the highway and into our neighborhood for the night. "Hi dad," I said getting into the front seat. "Hi Mr. Barnes," Tim and Todd greeted him, getting into the back. "Good evening boys," my father replied, sniffing into the air. "You boys been smoking?" he asked. I replied with a no while Tim and Todd fessed up with a yes. My dad shook his head, looking at my guests in the back seat, in the rear-view mirror. "Well, good thing your mom went to see your grandmom this weekend," dad said looking at me. "You know how much she hates smoking." "Those crazy nights... I do remember, in my youth... I do recall... those were the best times, most of all-y-alll...? And together with Journey's "Stone in Love," we, together with my dad, sang ourselves across the highway and into the suburban comfort of our tree-lined neighborhood for the evening as Neal Schon's guitar solo subsided, for the song's finale. Inside the house, dad asked Tim and Todd to go upstairs and take a shower and he'd wash their clothes -- he also didn't like cigarette smoke, having given up his two pack a day habit last year. Up the stairs they went and over to the kitchen I went to snag a slice of leftover pizza dad had ordered while we were at the skating rink. "Son," dad said after Tim and Todd had gotten up the stairs. Uh oh. "Yeah dad." "I've always liked Tim and Todd, but you guys are too young to be smoking and that did not smell like cigarette smoke either." "Dad, I wasn't doing..." "I know, I don't smell it on you but you're at the age right now when trouble can find you. Please don't start smoking cigarettes or anything else and keep a watch on what your friends are doing." I nodded o.k. He was right. Tim and Todd weren't little boys anymore and now that their dad had split, leaving them with their alcoholic, depressed mother, they were ripe for turning into a real double trouble. "I'm going to go get their clothes," dad said. "Got a load in the washer all ready to go." "Hey," I said. "Can you wash mine too?" And after dad nodded, I went up the stairs to get Tim and Todd's clothes and ditch mine. After stripping down and putting on some shorts and a T-shirt, I grabbed a couple pairs for Tim and Todd. At the end of the hall, the bathroom door was open and leading to it were a trail of clothes -- Tim and Todd sure made themselves at home in other people's houses. Inside the bathroom I laid the shorts and t-shirts on the top of the sink and notified the twins who were together, in the shower, behind the glass door. Glancing over there, it looked like that through the steamed-up door, one was soaping the other's back -- something none of us would ever do to each other in the school showers, but Tim and Todd were brothers so I thought nothing of it. "Whew," dad said sniffing the twin's clothing. "Definitely not Marlboro. I hope they're washing their hair too." A few minutes later, Tim and Todd trotted down the stairs, in nothing but the underwear I had put out for them. "No shirts?" I said. "Why? It's just us guys tonight," Todd replied bac. Dad was safely away in the laundry room downstairs, so I leaned in and whispered. "You two were smoking pot, weren't you?" Tim nodded. "And it's fucking amazing," he said. "Well, my dad noticed the smell." "Your dad's cool," Tim said. "Not like Brian's nerd of a dad or his cunt of a stepmom." "O.K. boys," dad said walking into the living room. "The old man's tired so I'm off to bed. Clothes are in the washer, and I'll dry them in the morning. On that note... good night." "Wanna watch some TV?" I asked. "Do you guys have Cinemax?" Todd asked. "Yeah," I said. "Oh yeah, this is Friday night and that means." "Friday After Dark," the three of us said in unison. On came the TV and we started to watch one of the hard R movies with lots of skin. The movie was stupid, but the girls were hot and when the action started, we all got quiet and started to tent in our shorts. "I'd like to fuck her," Todd said. "After I fuck her and cum inside her," Tim replied. I laughed. "You'd be sticking that little dick of yours into your bro's cum," I said. Todd replied back with an "mmmm" which I thought was a little strange but, my attention went back to the hot lezzie scene on the TV. "Think your dad's asleep?" Tim asked. "Yeah," I said adjusting my equipment. "He usually goes out fast when he hits the pillow. Why?" "Let's jerk off." Wow! That one came out of left field. "Tim!" "Sorry man," Tim said. "I'm just really hard after the joint and now this movie." "Come on Kevin," his brother added. "Don't tell me you don't jerk off. You're a fourteen-year-old boy." This was a little uncomfortable, but I did want some relief. "Let's see who can shoot the furthest," Tim said. Fuck. "Kevin." Both Bowyer twins had their little, and I do mean little, hard penises out. "Come on man, it's not like we're gay or anything." "O.K.," I said. "But not here. Outside." And losing our underwear and me, my shirt, we marched our naked selves out the back door and onto the back patio for our little competition. I looked up at my parent's bedroom window and the light was off which meant dad was asleep. "O.K.," I whispered. "We'll stand here and shoot towards that stick over there." "May the best man win," Todd whispered back, wasting no time to start stroking his tiny little member. I had never masturbated with anyone before, and it felt thrilling and also scary that we could be caught. Looking down, I was proud of having a six-inch hard penis and a good amount of pubic hair. Tim and Todd both looked exactly the same naked, but their bodies were where mine was at age 12. Their erections couldn't have been any more than three inches, their testicles were descended but small, and they only had a small trace of barely noticeable, blonde pubic hair starting to form just above their penises. If either felt inferior to my advanced state, they weren't showing it as they stroked away. "Kevin!" Oh no. I turned around and there was my dad. "Dad!" "Hey Mr. Barnes," Tim said, turning around, continuing to masturbate. "What the hell are you boys doing?" "Dad, I'm um...." "Sorry Mr. Barnes," Todd said inserting himself. "We were having a contest to see who could shoot the furthest." Much to my surprise, Dad started to laugh. "Oh boys, boys, boys," Dad said. "I guess I can't say anything cause when I was your age, I couldn't keep my hands off myself. Don't be too loud and thanks for not getting any cum on the carpet or furniture inside." Well, that was an unexpected response. "Gee dad," I said. "Good night Kevin. Good night Tim and Todd. I saw nothing," he said. "I'll bet you could shoot the furthest," Todd said to him. Dad got very quiet, startled by the brazenness of my trouble-making twin friend. "Yeah," Tim added. "Why don't you join us. It'll be the Bowyers versus the Barnes boys." Dad laughed again. "I don't know guys, I'm 42 and don't shoot as far as I did at your age." "Prove it," Tim replied back. Dad's face went from laughter to dead seriousness as he walked over to us. Without saying a word, he pulled off his t-shirt, followed by his boxer shorts. Well, this was one crazy night I thought to myself as it looked like I was going to be in a masturbation contest with my dad and my two friends. "Not a word to your mom, o.k.?" he said. My erection had started to go down, but it came back to life as I watched my father's long penis rise to attention as he started to stroke it. Tim and Todd both kept looking over at him, and me as they stroked away. This was crazy. "Uh, uh, uh." Oh no, I was going to lose it first. "Shoot," Tim and Todd both said. And not being able to hold back, I was the first to shoot a pretty good stream of semen onto the patio in front of me. "That's my boy," dad said as he stroked his. "Fuck," Tim said. "I'm getting close." "Me too bro," Todd said. "Do it," dad replied. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...." "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh..." "Fuck!" And then, looking over to my left, I watched the two twins spill their seed at exactly the same time. "Shit," Todd said walking ahead to inspect the landing spots. "Kevin's in the lead." "That's my boy," dad said. Both twins were still hard as rocks as they walked over to dad to get a closer look at his big penis that was now starting to turn purple. Dad was getting close. "Getting close Mr. B," Todd whispered. Dad didn't respond. Sweat was now pouring out of his hair down his face. Tim walked ahead to where my load had landed and then, got down on all fours with his face on the patio and his buttocks in the air, showing us his asshole. "Oh man," dad said looking away. And then Todd, much to my surprise, reached up and cupped dad's testicles. "Oh yeah, oh yeah." And then, dad let out a very loud moan and a long stream of thick white semen shot out of his urethra like a rocket, soaring past mine and hitting Tim's back. Additional streams ejected soon after. There was dead silence for a minute. "I think we have a winner," Tim said, turning around but leaving his butt in the air. "We definitely have a winner," Todd said confirming that where dad's semen hit Todd's back was further ahead than where my load had landed. Dad stood there for a minute, staring into space, and then put his underwear and t-shirt back on before walking back inside. What the hell had just happened? Tim, Todd and I came back inside and resumed watching TV until we all fell asleep on the modular sofa. I woke up a few hours later and saw something I was definitely not expecting... Tim and Todd were in a 69 position on the couch blowing each other. And that my friends is the fourth installment of the adventures of Tim and Todd, the double, trouble-making twins. 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