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Double Trouble - 2 (MM)
by Randu (c) 1991
 
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    "Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer.  We 
don't want your mother to beat me silly when we've only just met."
    "You're no fun," he accused, pouting and giving me the beer.
    "I'm old, remember? You said so yourself."
    "I was just kidding," he said seriously.  "Are you gonna take your
turn or not?"
    "No, I'll pass this time.  Chris, you can go ahead if you want." I
tickled his sides, making him giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my
dick to get even harder.
    "OK," he said, getting up suddenly and taking Cory's chair.  Cory
immediately replaced his brother on my lap.  Apparently I was being
shared, I thought to myself.
    Chris giggled.  "What's so funny?" I asked him, as Cory leaned back
against me.
    "Oh, nothing," he said cryptically, as he took control of the game.
    Before I opened my beer I rolled the cold can over Cory's bare
belly, making him yelp in surprise as I held it against him.  We opened
our cans and took a drink, and then we all belched in unison, making us
laugh until we were out of breath.  "Can I have a sip?" asked Cory,
eyeing my beer hopefully.
    "OK, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt him.  He
took two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then performed a
long, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to Chris.
    "No thanks, I don't like beer," he said, making a sour face.  "It
gives me a headache." He took another sip from his Coke before turning
back to the game.
    I put my can of beer on the desk and Cory sank deeper into my lap,
hanging his right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me
a blood-stirring view of his crotch as the hem of his shorts rose
upwards.  Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on his bare
thigh, while my other hand rested on his stomach.  Unable to resist his
enticing flesh, and receiving no complaint from Cory, I started slowly
moving my hand in small circles over the satiny softness of his leg,
boldly inching farther up towards the young boy's groin until I was
stroking from his knee almost to his crotch.  He must have been able to
feel my hard-on pressing into his back but he said nothing, and I
noticed his own shorts had something pushing up beneath them once again.
Daringly, I ran my hand to the edge of the fabric and stopped, my
fingers tracing along the border.  Cory responded by lifting his leg
farther up on the armrest, spreading himself and letting me know I could
continue.  My fingers explored just under his shorts, expecting to make
contact with his underpants and failing to find any as I touched the
incredibly tender junction of leg and scrotum.
    "Sorry," I apologized as I felt the boy's leg twitch reflexively. I
moved my hand a safe distance from his groin, hoping he would think it
had been an accident.  I couldn't believe I had been so daring, touching
him so intimately when we had only known each other for one day!  I had
been unable to pass up the opportunity, however.
    "That's OK," he said calmly.  "It just tickled." Chris looked over
his shoulder at us and smiled an uncomfortably knowing smile.  Did they
realize what I was?  That I thought they were the most incredibly
beautiful boys I had ever seen?  As much as I wanted to touch Cory there
again I didn't dare; even though he hadn't complained I wasn't ready to
start openly fondling him.  I couldn't move that fast even if HE wanted
me to.
 Seeming to sense my hesitation, Cory sighed and lowered his leg so
he could lean forward and grab his pop.  Chris cocked his head as if he
were listening to something and said, "Mom's looking for us."
 "How do you know that?" I asked.
 "Um...I heard her call.  Didn't you?" He looked quickly at his
brother, as if seeking confirmation.
 Cory nodded.  I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled
with a pounding heartbeat from touching him.  "You better go see what
she wants, then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the
door.
 "Come on in, Mom!" Chris yelled, looking at me with a shrug.  Susan
walked in and I didn't have time to ask how he knew it was her, or how
she knew they were here.  My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to
appear guilty of what I had just done.
 "Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the boys a stern
look.  The fact that Cory was sitting calmy in the lap of someone they
had just met didn't seem to bother her.
 "No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer."
 She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them now,
don't you?  They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while now
but they don't seem to understand how expensive it is.  They have to
settle for Nintendo."
 "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games than I do for
writing books," I grinned.  "It's nice to have someone to play with for
a change," I added, tickling Cory.
 "Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is
finished." She looked at the boys.  "Come on you two.  Leave Tom alone
for awhile. I'm sure he has better things to do."
 Actually, I didn't.  How better to spend one's time than with boys?
The twins immediately protested.  "Aw, Mom," said one.  "Can't we stay
home?" said the other.
 "No," she said firmly.  "I'm not leaving you guys alone.  You're not
THAT old, yet."
 I was debating whether to volunteer to babysit when Chris looked at
me hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing.  "I wouldn't mind
watching them," I told her.  "That's basically what I was doing before
you got here." Chris gave me a big smile, then watched his mother for
the verdict.
 She looked at Chris, and something unspoken seemed to pass between
them.  She nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I
guess it's ok.  I won't be gone long." She looked at Chris again and
then turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
 "Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison.  "We promise we'll be very
good," Cory said with a mischevious smile, his eyes twinkling.  What was
THAT supposed to mean, I worried?
 We continued the game, talking about school, sports, and generally
just getting to know each other better.  They were both very articulate;
I was quite impressed with their vocabulary, and felt a small amount of
pride that my books had helped.  Chris asked what my new one was about,
and we paused the game so I could bring it up on the screen and show
him.  I let them read the beginning so they could get an idea.  It was
about a young boy who writes a computer program to do all his homework,
and while that may sound like a good idea the boy wasn't learning
anything that way.
 "But if he could write a program like that wouldn't he already be
pretty smart?" asked Chris.
 "Yes, he's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer
answers all his homework for him he doesn't learn about anything else."
 They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of
my books intend for them to do.  In the end Cory decided the computer
sounded like a good idea, but Chris thought the boy in the story was
only cheating himself.
 Before we knew it Susan was back with her groceries and the boys
went off to help her.  She thanked me for watching them and I told her
with honest sincerity, "Anytime!"


                               CHAPTER 3

 The next morning Susan came over with a proposition.  "I have to go
back to work tomorrow," she began, "and I'm looking for someone to watch
the boys.  They seem to be quite taken with you; you're all they talk
about lately.  Would you be interested?" she asked hopefully.
 Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you
very much, and my hours change a lot, but the boys are fairly
well-behaved and I'm sure they wouldn't be too much trouble.  In fact,
they're the ones who talked me into asking you."
 I couldn't believe this!  Here was a woman I had only met two days
ago and she was willing to practically give me her sons!  I hesitated,
not wanting to appear overly anxious.  "Well...Sure, I guess that would
be alright.  I'm home all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble or
anything."
 She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Chris
did, but she looked relieved as well.  "That would really be great, Tom.
My mother was going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's
not really comfortable with the twins." She hesitated.  "They have a way
of knowing...How to put this?" she frowned.  "They're very good at
sensing other people's feelings, and it makes some people uncomfortable."
She looked at me as if this revelation might change my mind.  It also
seemed as if she wasn't telling me everything.
 "As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her.  "It
doesn't really bother me.  As far as paying me goes, you can forget that
right now.  Like I said, I'm at home all day anyways.  Besides," I added
slyly, "they might give me inspiration for another book."
 "Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughing.
"Seriously, Tom, I really appreciate this.  You have no idea how much
this helps."
 Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of
dumbfounded haze, the twins burst in with huge grins on there impish
faces.  "I TOLD her you'd say `yes'," Chris informed me triumphantly,
sitting next to me on the couch.
 "Oh?" I looked at him skeptically. "What made you so sure?"
 "I just knew," he said simply.  "Wanna go swimming?" he asked
hopefully. They were conveniently wearing their swim-suits, I noticed.
 "Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU
think I want to do?"
 Chris looked at me, his brown eyes penetrating.  "What you REALLY
want to do is-"
 "Chris!" Cory yelled warningly, looking alarmed.
 Chris's eyes twinkled.  "-go swimming." He looked at his brother
innocently, and Cory scowled at him.  Did the boy really know what I
would have liked to do?  Namely, love him intimately?  These two had me
completely off balance.  I was used to the black-on-white boys printed
in my books, not to flesh-and-blood imps who seemed to see right through
me.  I never knew where I stood with these two.  I shrugged it off and
went to my bedroom to put on my swim-suit, glad that they appeared to
like me as much as I liked them.

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