Date: Fri, 08 Dec 2023 00:24:22 +0000
From: aintthatnifty <aintthatnifty@proton.me>
Subject: Sleepover With Double Trouble - 6

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SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 6

"Tim?"

"Mmmm. Yes Todd."

"What are you thinking about?" I said, looking down the mirror image of
myself just inches below my face.

"Mmmm."

Whatever my twin brother was thinking about, it was making him feel
good.

The soft and sensitive underside of my super-erect penis brushed up
against his, causing us both to sigh as I gently started to slide back
and forth. It was super-hot and humid this early Saturday morning on one
of the waning days of summer, 1981.

"Oh bro," Tim said. "That feels so good."

I came in closer to his face. His mouth was wide open. Our tongues met
and interlocked as we descended further and further into lust for each
other.

"I said what are you thinking about?"

"You really wanna know?" Tim said, reaching around to pull me even
closer to him.

"Tell me," I said, moving down to nibble on his sweaty neck.

"Andy's dad," he finally confessed.

My erect little member throbbed at that moment as I stepped up the
grinding on my part.

"I'm thinking about his hot, naked body," Tim continued.

"That day with him at the pool was awesome, wasn't it bro?" I said,
moving up to stick my tongue in his ear.

I thought back to that early morning a few weeks ago when Tim and I
followed Mr. Hudson outside to the pool. The three of us were totally
naked together in that pool, having what was at first, good old innocent
fun, playing shark and having Mr. Hudson, pick us up in his big, strong
arms and toss us into the deep end.

"You wanna suck his cock again, don't you?" I whispered into Tim's
ear.

"Yes, yes," he said back as I felt his little penis throb up into
mine.

"I can't believe he let us do that," I said, thinking back to Mr.
Hudson's long, thick penis and Tim and I taking turns sucking him before
he blew his load, which we lapped up like hungry baby birds.

"What are you thinking about?" Tim asked.

"Kevin's dad," I said.

Kevin's dad. Oh man, I thought to myself. There we were the other night
having a jerk-off contest with Kevin and low and behold, his hot dad
joined us.

Tim pulled up his legs and wrapped them around my back, interlocking
them.

"I wanted to suck that dick so bad bro," I said. "That was so hot when
you got down on all fours and showed him your asshole."

"I wanted him to fuck me," Tim replied.

"No way."

"Way."

"His big dick. Your tight little ass."

"Mmm. Yeah, him stretching me and making me scream."

My erection was now between Tim's buttocks, pressing against the warm,
moist, forbidden entrance to his body.

"Oh bro," I said no longer able to hold off.

And as we started to kiss again, I ejaculated, almost but not quite
penetrating my twin brother. Tim wasted no time ejaculating himself. The
intensity of the two of us ejaculating together while kissing was
something we'd never done before, and it felt amazing.

After we finished, we fell asleep in each other's arms for a few hours.

We woke up later after the sun came up and in typical fashion, helped
ourselves to some cereal while our drunk mother slept away in her room.

"What do you wanna do today?" Tim asked.

"Tim, today's Saturday. We're going over to Andy's for the surprise
birthday pool party his mom told us about, remember?"

Tim looked at me dumbfounded.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I forgot all about that."

"Maybe..." I said.

"Maybe what Todd?"

"Nothing."

"Come on. What were you going to say?"

I flashed my twin brother that up-to-no-good smile that he knew all too
well.

"Maybe we could sneak away for a quickie with Mr. Hudson," I said.

Later that day, Tim and I were having a blast over at Andy's. His mom
had really organized the surprise well and all of us were enjoying the
hot day in their spacious pool with a post-lunch and birthday cake game
of water volleyball. Whatever tension that Andy had towards Tim and I had
subsided though Kevin clearly wanted nothing to do with us.

Looking over across the net, Tim all of a sudden didn't look himself.

"What's wrong bro?" I asked.

Tim didn't respond. Instead, he made his way across the pool to the
ladder, moving slow. Something wasn't right. Tim had been a bundle of
energy since we got there and now was moving like a tortoise.

I turned back towards the game but seconds later, I heard Andy's mom ask
Tim what was wrong. Looking over, he was hunched over, clutching his
stomach.

I exited the game and jumped out of the pool, running over to the scene.
Tim was clearly in pain.

"Tim, what's wrong?" I said, inserting myself between them.

He looked at me in agony.

"It hurts," he whimpered.

"Carl!" Mrs. Hudson yelled out to her husband over by the grill.

In no time at all, Tim had an audience around him while his pain was
starting to advance, causing him to cry.

"Todd, where exactly does it hurt," Mr. Hudson said.

"I'm Todd," I said.

"Oh sorry. Tim, where exactly does it hurt?"

"My side!" he cried out.

"It could be appendicitis," Mr. Hudson said, looking over at this
wife.

"Todd," she said to me. "I think you need to call your mom."

I ran inside the house to the phone by the kitchen window and frantically
dialed home. Five rings. Ten rings. Where the hell was mom?

"She's not home," I exclaimed running back outside to the scene.

Tim was now on the ground in a fetal position, crying hysterically and
clutching the side of his stomach.

"We need to get him to the hospital," Mr. Hudson said to me which I
nodded yes.

Mr. Hudson picked up Tim in his arms and carried him away to his car with
me following behind. I opened the back door to the car while he placed my
twin brother into the back seat as carefully as he could. Every slight
move was causing Tim to cry out in agony.

Off we went and a few minutes later, we were at the emergency room where
Mr. Hudson carried Tim inside to the registration desk. Neither Tim, nor
I had on any clothes except our wet bathing suits. Thankfully, we were
taken right back to a curtained off area where a nurse and doctor soon
followed.

"We're going to have to take your son's temperature rectally," the
doctor said. "There's no way he can hold an oral thermometer in this
state."

"Oh, he's not my son," Mr. Hudson said, correcting him. "I'm his
neighbor. He started getting sick at my son's birthday party."

The next think I knew, the nurse got a pair of scissors and started to
cut a tear into Tim's bathing suit, enabling her to pull it right off.
If Tim was the slightest bit embarrassed, he was in too much pain to
care.

In the thermometer went into my brother's backside while she managed to
get the blood pressure wrap around his arm.

The doctor tried to get Tim to respond to his inquiries, but Tim could
only cry and tighten up even more than he was already. He had a hard time
trying to palpate Tim's abdomen so Mr. Hudson stepped in to hold down
Tim's arms. While Tim was on his back in the fetal position with his
knees almost up into his chest, the doctor without warning took his
gloved finger and inserted into Tim's exposed anus which caused him to
scream out in agony like I had never heard before.

It was now official per the doctor, Tim had appendicitis and needed
surgery right away.

"Where's my baby? Where's my baby?"

Mom had arrived.

I could smell the whiskey on her as she swung open the curtain, exposing
her already exposed son to others in the crowded ward. She was hysterical
which was not helping to calm down Tim, nor myself.

From there, things moved quickly. Tim was taken away to be prepped for
surgery while Mom, Mr. Hudson and I were shown to the waiting room. I
looked ridiculous practically naked in that waiting room and Mr. Hudson
suggested that he take me home to get some clothes which Mom and I
mutually agreed.

"He'll be o.k." Mr. Hudson said to me in the car.

I didn't feel like talking so I just nodded and then started to tear
up.

"Hey," Mr. Hudson said.

"Sorry," I whimpered back.

Back at my house, I let myself in and got dressed. What a day this had
turned out to be.

We were back at the hospital in no time and after another hour, the ER
doctor came out to let my still drunk mother and I know that the
operation had been a success and Tim was in the recovery room. I felt
terrible for my brother. He was going to be so embarrassed after this was
all over because he, like me, prided himself on keeping his cool and
today he lost it and all his friends had seen him cry like a baby. Kevin
and Andy were probably plotting all sorts of teasing for us.

After spending some time with Tim, Mr. Hudson drove Mom and I to get some
pizza and then dropped us off at our house. Mom wasted no time opening up
another bottle and I sent myself to bed, not wanting to be around her
anymore.

Separation anxiety had me up all night. Tim and I, being twins, were
rarely if ever apart and I was feeling it. 11:00, 1:00 and then, the next
then I knew, it was 3:00 AM and I was nowhere near sleepy so I got up. I
went into the living room but watching TV was out of the question cause
Mom was passed out on the couch. And then, I had an idea!

I stepped out into the yard, hopped on my bike, and pedaled away into the
hot, humid air to Andy's house. Through his backyard and along the trail
to the pool and...

...sure enough, there he was. Mr. Hudson was doing some butterfly strokes.
I shed my shorts and tank top and then sat on the edge of the pool,
admiring him.

"Couldn't sleep?" Mr. Hudson said as he reached the end of the pool
where I was.

"No. I hope you don't mind me coming over?" I said.

"Come on in," he said, lifting me up and tossing me ahead into the deep
end.

We swam together for about an hour and then got out to air dry in the
warm, early morning breeze. I felt a little guilty being naked with him
like this since it was Tim who was fantasizing about him this morning
while I was fantasizing about Kevin's dad. In no time at all, I sprang
an erection which did not go un-noticed.

"Ah to be fourteen again," Mr. Hudson said.

"Sorry," I replied.

"Don't be," he said. "When I was your age, I got them all the time.
Couldn't control them."

I noticed that his penis was starting to move a bit.

"Thanks for being there today for Tim. And for me."

I then got up and sat on the edge of his chair and put my hand on his
thigh.

"Hey now," he said. "We got into a little bit of trouble last time."

"I wouldn't call it that," I said back.

He was quickly getting an erection. Man, it was so big compared to the
little one that I had.

"Todd."

His voice said no but his penis was saying yes. I decided to listen to
his penis as I went down and took it into my mouth.

It tasted so good as I opened my oral cavity, going much deeper than I
had done the other week.

"Mmmmm," he muttered.

I wanted to take every inch of him into my esophagus and was impressed by
how much I could take.

"Come on up here," he said, pulling me on top of him. "You'll get
more if you flip around."

And so, I re-positioned myself on top of him with my head pointed in the
direction of his feet. He was right and I opened back up and took even
more of his manhood down my pipes while my little boyhood, not even a
quarter the size of his, rubbed against his hairy stomach.

My throat was getting sore but I didn't care. I was getting closer and
closer to his testicles and was determined to take all of him. Oh, if
only Tim could see me now.

Meanwhile, I myself was feeling pleasure as I grinded myself against his
skin but also, as I felt his wet finger spread my buttocks and encircle
my starfish. I choked a bit as I felt his finger enter me, triggering a
few seconds of discomfort and then pleasure as he got inside and found a
pleasure zone I didn't know existed. In no time at all, I lost control
and started to involuntarily squeeze his finger as I ejaculated onto his
stomach.

"Ready for it Todd?"

All I could say was "mmmmm."

I felt him throb and then, the hot liquid began to erupt, filling my
throat. I kept him in my mouth, savoring every drop and only let go after
he had softened.

"You better head home now," he said.

I thanked him and he told me I could come over and swim any time.

And that my horny friends is the sixth installment of the adventures of
Tim and Todd Bowyer, the double trouble-making twins. I welcome any
comments you may have to aintthatnifty@proton.me