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Double Trouble - 4 (MM)
by Randu (c) 1991
Chapter 4 (continued)
Once we were all in the pool, my hands seemed to have a will of
their own as they sometimes brushed over the little bulges in the twins'
speedos, and roaming all over their slippery skins as we played. We all
decided to take a break after a while, and each of us grabbed a lounge
chair on the side of the pool, letting the hot afternoon sun dry us off.
The boys were lying flat on their backs on either side of me, but I kept
my chair slightly raised so my eyes could roam the same way my hands had
done.
I saw Jeremy arrive, and he walked over when he noticed us.
Normally I would have gazed at this beautiful specimen of boyhood, but
just then Chris put his arms behind his head, using them for an
improvised pillow and stretching himself out in the process. Jeremy was
talking but I hardly heard him as my eyes wandered over Chris's semi-nude
body. I enjoyed just watching him breath: each intake of air expanded
his thin chest, stretching him out further and making his ribs and
slender hips more prominent.
I mumbled something in reply to Jeremy, who astutely noticed that I
wasn't paying attention to him and wandered off. Chris looked at me out
of the corner of his eye, and I could have sworn he looked rather smug,
as if he had beaten the competition.
We spent the rest of the afternoon there, occasionaly jumping in the
pool to cool off, until their mother finally came home from work. She
walked over when the boys called to her, still wearing her white nurses'
uniform, and they proudly showed off their new swim-suits. My thoughts
raced as I realized that in the heat of their purchase I had failed to
consider her reaction to the revealing briefs, or my explanation for
buying them.
"My, don't you two look sexy?" she smiled indulgently, echoing my
own comment as she looked at her scantily clad sons. I lowered my head
nervously as her eyes shifted to me. "You really shouldn't have gone to
the expense, Tom," she said. "Summer's almost over."
The boys were looking at me with amused expressions, waiting to hear
my explanation. "Well..." I coughed, not sure what to say.
"We told him we needed new ones," Chris piped up, coming to my rescue.
I had thought of saying that myself, but it wasn't really true and I
didn't want to get the twins in trouble. Our eyes met and I silently
thanked him. I thought I heard `you're welcome', but his lips hadn't
moved.
Susan looked at him doubtfully, not quite believing it. "There
wasn't anything wrong with your old ones," she said. "They still fit."
She turned back to me. "Don't give in to them so easily, Tom," she
scolded. "You'll spoil them. They do look cute though, don't they?"
she added suggestively.
I shrugged and smiled helplessly back, still not sure how to answer.
She laughed and gathered up the boys' towels, leading them home for
dinner. I watched as they trotted along behind her, admiring their
saucy little bottoms, and Cory turned to wave goodbye, his face lit up
with a warm smile. I was honest enough with myself to admit that I had
fallen completely in love with the two of them. It was more than a
sexual attraction, though that was certainly part of it. I wanted to
make them smile and laugh, teach them what I knew of life and guide them
toward adulthood, give them presents so they would know I cared for
them, protect them from harm, hug them, and kiss them. Making Cory and
Chris happy made ME feel happy, too. If you put aside our difference in
ages, was the love I felt for them any different than that felt between
adults? Love is love, regardless of the age or sex of the people
involved. As long as it's mutual, why should anyone care?
As I walked home I wondered if it WAS mutual. The twins had shown
there fondness for me by holding my hands -the simplest form of
affection- as we walked through the mall. They seemed to flaunt their
boyishly sensual bodies within easy reach, almost daring me to touch
them, as if they knew I found them attractive. Aside from a short fling
with a young cousin many years ago, however, I had no experience in
dealing with a young boy's affection -other than in the realm of
fantasy- and I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't sure what Cory and
Chris wanted, or if I dared to provide it...
CHAPTER 5
After taking a shower and eating dinner, I changed into a pair of
sweat-pants and went to work on my book. My publisher had been nagging
me about it, so I figured I better try and finish it. Right around
sunset the twins brightened my evening by putting in an appearance.
"You busy?" Cory asked from the open door, seeing me at the
computer. His mirror-image stood beside him, both of them shoeless and
wearing only their favorite gym-shorts. I wondered if they ran about
half-naked all the time, or only when they were around me. I dreaded
the coming of winter, when they would be forced to cover up.
"No, I'm not doing anything that can't wait a while longer," I told
him. "I'd rather you came in than let all the cold air out." I eyed the
open door.
"Oops, sorry!" He pushed his brother inside and quickly shut the
door. "Mom yells at us all the time for the same thing."
"I wasn't yelling," I said as they came over. "I was merely voicing
an opinion." I noticed their hair was damp; they must have just taken a
bath. Together, I wondered?
"Mom's watchin' some dumb movie," said Chris, "so we came over
here."
"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Cory grinned and eyed the computer.
I grabbed him in a hug and tickled his hips, but instead of laughing
he winced in pain, his breath hissing between clenched teeth. "What's
the matter?" I asked worriedly, quickly letting him go.
"We got sunburned," Chris explained. He pulled down his shorts a
little and showed me a band of bright pink flesh running around his
lower back and belly. Cory lifted the hem of his shorts to display a
similar sunburned strip on his upper legs. I also noticed they weren't
wearing any underpants, getting a quick glimpse of Cory's jewels.
"I should have given you guys some sun-tan lotion today," I said,
feeling guilty about letting the sun shine mercilessly on tender skin
that had never seen the light of day before. "You're new swim-suits
don't cover as much as the old ones did. Have you put any sunburn
cream on?"
They both shook their heads no, so I headed for my medicine cabinet,
intent on easing their discomfort. "Here," I said, handing Chris the
small bottle of lotion. "Put some of this on."
He reached for it, then hesitated. "Would you put it on for me?" he
asked shyly, looking like a helpless little waif.
"Sure, if you want." I tried to keep my voice calm as I opened the
plastic bottle. "Pull down your shorts a little."
Cory eyed the situation critically as Chris lowered his shorts a few
inches. "It'd prob'ly be easier if he laid down on the couch," he
suggested. I queried Chris with a look and he shrugged back, so I
walked over to the couch. "Sit down and Chris can lay across your lap,"
Cory told me, trying to be helpful.
Following his instructions, I sat down and Chris climbed over me,
stretching himself across my lap and placing his belly on my legs. I
watched his thinly covered bottom squirm as he made himself comfortable,
resting his head on his arms. Cory watched as I lifted the waistband of
his brother's shorts, about to squirt some lotion on the sunburned skin.
"Hang on a sec," he grinned mischievously, his eyes lit with
inspiration. He grabbed the waistband from me and jerked it down,
exposing Chris's perky little butt.
"HEY!" Chris objected, yelling at his twin. He twisted his head
around to see what Cory was doing.
What Cory was doing was trying to pull off his brother's shorts, but
they were caught underneath the boy's hips. "Help me out," he laughed,
looking at me. Who was I to argue? I put a hand under each side of
a protesting Chris and lifted. Cory quickly de-pantsed his brother,
pulling the shorts completely off and leaving me with a naked nine-year-
old lying across my lap.
"Two against one!" Chris complained. "No fair!" Cory taunted him by
dangling the shorts in front of his face, just out of reach. "C'mon Cor,
give 'em back!"
"Tell you what," Cory bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's
my turn."
Chris considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" he
asked, just to seal the deal.
"Double-promise," said Cory firmly, holding out the pinky of his
right hand. Chris reached out and linked his little finger with Cory's,
in some kind of twinly ritual.
Satisfied, Chris relaxed again, giving me my cue that I could
proceed with the ministrations. I shakily squeezed out a small dab of
lotion on my fingertips, gazing at the pale, rounded posterior of my
young friend. There was a two-inch strip of pink skin running around
his waist, just above his crack, and likewise around the tops of his
legs, just below his little bum, leaving a triangular patch of pale
skin between. I gently touched the lotion to the inflamed skin on his
lower back.
"Ooooh, that's cold!" Chris squealed. I softly rubbed the cream
into his skin, watching his little bottom flex and twitch as he squirmed
against me. All of this activity in my lap gave me an erection, and
occasionaly the boy's hip rocked against it, making me even harder.
"Feel better?" I asked him, putting some lotion on the backs of his
legs, rubbing just the edges of his soft buttocks.
"Uh-huh," Chris sighed, spreading his legs apart slightly as I
stroked down between them. My fingertips touched his little boy-sack,
and he jerked his legs back together, giggling "That tickles!"
Cory had been watching silently, but now he sank to his knees on the
floor beside us, dropping his brother's shorts. "Put some on his back,"
he told me softly.
I obliged, squirting a thin stream of lotion from Chris's neck down
to his butt, the coldness of it making his back and shoulder muscles
ripple beneath his soft skin. Cory tenderly massaged the cream into his
brother's back, smiling fondly at him. He obviously cared deeply for
his `baby brother', and I felt an emotional lump in my throat watching
him.
Playfully, I sprinkled some lotion on Chris's bottom, gently stroking
his baby-soft globes. "Hey," Chris laughed, "my BUTT isn't burnt!"
"Ooops, I guess you're right. I know a way to make it LOOK burned,
though." So saying, I slapped his bare behind; soft enough so that it
wouldn't hurt, but hard enough to make him yell and jump in surprise.
Cory laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank him!" he enthused, brotherly-love
forgotten. With his approval, I smacked his brother's rear-end again.
"OWWW! HEY!" Chris yelled in distress, realizing his twin had
turned traitor. "I'll tell Tom to spank YOU when it's your turn!" he
threatened.
That wiped the grin off his face. He looked at me worriedly. "You
wouldn't, would you?"
"Of course I would," I teased. "This is fun!" I swatted the
bouncing butt again for emphasis, and gave it a little pinch for good
measure, watching the two halves clench tightly together as Chris
squealed again. I was enjoying myself immensely.
"Maybe that's enough," said Cory diplomatically. "I don't want him
to get even."
"Well, ok," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Chris turned
his head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Chris," I told him,
"but I just couldn't resist."
"Hmmph!" he grunted, his pride wounded more than his posterior. Not
wanting him to be angry, I tickled his sides. He squirmed and tried to
hold in his giggles, but they soon burst out.
"Forgive me?" I asked, digging into his armpits and causing another
fit of wiggles and laughter from the naked boy.
"Ok, ok," he shouted. "I forgive you! Stop tickling me! You're
driving me NUTS!"
"Alright then," I smiled. "I just didn't want you to hold a
grudge." I stroked his bare back and he smiled over his shoulder at me,
letting me know that he was having fun, too. I looked at his brother.
"Your turn?" I asked.
"But you didn't do his front," Cory pointed out.
Nobody said anything as we realized Chris would have to roll over on
his back for this. "It's ok, Chris," he said, sensing his brother's
reluctance and trying to reassure him. "We're all boys."
"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" he wanted to know first.
"Sure," said Cory, shrugging. "I'm sunburned there, too."
"Ok, then." He lifted himself off my lap and slowly turned over,
placing his hands shyly between his legs before laying back down.
Cory gently tried pulling his brother's hands away, but Chris
resisted. "It's ok," he said again, trying more firmly. This time,
Chris reluctantly allowed his twin to remove his hands, placing them
behind his head and arching his back across my legs. I swallowed hard
as my eyes wandered over the naked nine-year-old's body, his smooth
little genitals exposed. His small, circumcised penis was lying limply
to one side, and his tiny balls hung loosely in their satiny scrotum.
"You're a beautiful boy," I told him quietly.
He blushed prettily and then he smiled, letting me know he liked the
compliment. Cory handed me the bottle of lotion, reminding me of my
task. The sunburn continued here in the front, making a pale,
triangular outline around his hairless groin, with a one-inch strip
running around his hips. I put some lotion on my fingers and gently
stroked the pink band of skin on his belly, making his stomach jump as
the soothing cream did it's work. I widened my massage, caressing the
boy's entire tummy, going briefly south to nudge his little member to
the other side and making him giggle in surprise. My own member was
throbbing mightily, but it's relief would have to wait.
I continued downward, putting more lotion on his legs. I winced in
sympathy as I saw the burn going around his tender thighs, just short of
his crotch. Gently I spread his legs, rubbing their innermost parts,
occasionaly brushing the edge of his scrotum and making his legs
tremble, while my other hand continued stroking his bare belly.
All of this stimulating attention had the desired effect: Chris's
little penis started to magically grow before my eyes. I continued my
efforts, daring to tickle his balls and making him squirm. I watched,
enthralled, as his tiny pecker came slowly to attention until it was
sticking up in the air like a miniature missile-launcher, but I didn't
think his immature testes were making any `ammunition' yet. It was
adorably sexy: maybe two-and-a-half inches long, the tiny piss-slit
topping a somewhat bell-shaped, pale-lavender head as it poked up
unashamedly from his belly like an extra little thumb.
Embarrassed at his erection, Chris made a move to cover himself, but
Cory stopped him. "Mine's stiff, too," he told his brother, drawing our
attention to the bulge under his shorts.
"So's mine," I said, smiling as they curiously looked at the crotch
of my sweat-pants, my hard-on obvious. They were so calm and relaxed
that I didn't mind admitting it.
Cory impulsively reached out and squeezed my dick through the
fabric, startling the crap out of me. "It's BIG," he giggled, his brown
eyes wide. He softly petted his brother's boner, and Chris took it so
calmly that I imagined it had been touched this way before. "His is
just a little one," he said, playing with it thoughtfully.
"Your's isn't any bigger!" Chris declared, insulted. He knocked
Cory's hand away and sat up in my lap, putting his arms around my neck
and surprising me by kissing my cheek. "Thanks Tom," he smiled. "My
sunburn feels better now."
I hugged the naked boy to my chest, but unfortunately I didn't get
to enjoy it very long because Cory yelled, "My turn!" jumping up and
hooking his thumbs in his shorts, about to pull them down.
"Hey, you promised!" Chris pouted, feeling cheated.
Cory rolled his eyes comically and held his arms out away from his
body. Chris laughed delightedly at the chance to strip his twin,
thereby evening the score. He climbed off my lap and got down on his
knees behind Cory, grabbing the bottom of the shorts and yanking them
down. Unfortunately for Cory, his little dick was still poking in the
opposite direction -a perfect clothes hanger- and I cringed as the
waistband caught and jerked his hard-on in a direction it didn't want to
go. His upper-body jack-knifed forward as he yelled out in pain,
quickly unhooking himself and dropping his shorts to the floor.
"JESUS!" he swore, his eyes watering in agony as he fingered his
abused member, which -too late- was quickly wilting. "You could have
broken it off!" he shouted at his twin.
"I'm sorry," Chris apologized meekly. He moved his brother's hand
away to make sure it was alright, and I watched -amazed, and more than a
little jealous- as he knelt forward to kiss it, planting a smooch right
where it joined Cory's body. "Better?" he asked hopefully.
Cory looked pointedly at me, as if reminding his brother that I was
there. Chris turned, biting his lip worriedly, realizing I was now
aware that their love for each other went beyond affection into the
realm of intimacy. I smiled reassuringly at the two naked sprites, the
one kneeling before the other, letting them know their secret was
undoubtably safe with me. "You ok?" I asked Cory, looking at the tiny
penis now hanging limply between his legs.
He gave his brother a withering look. "Yeah, I'm ok, I guess." He
was rubbing his sunburned waist; apparently the quick descent of his
waistband had also scraped against his sensitive skin.
"Come here and I'll put some lotion on that," I suggested, eager for
a repeat performance. Smiling impishly, he promptly laid down on his
back across my legs, placing his hands behind his head as Chris had
done, but raising his knees slightly and spreading his legs wide, giving
me a heart-stopping view of his tender crotch. Obviously, he was the
less-inhibited of the two.
"Am I beautiful, too?" he demanded, as my eyes wandered over his
nude, slender frame. The question had no meaning, really. Physically,
what one was, so was the other, right down to their sunburns. He just
wanted the compliment.
I nodded my head shakily, not sure how much more of this I could
stand. My dick was aching for release. "Very beautiful," I told him,
as I repeated the creamy ministrations on his soft, young flesh. His
boy-part came back to life as I rubbed around it, standing up just as
Chris's had done, identical almost down to the tiny blood-vessels
faintly visible beneath the tight skin. Sensing that he wouldn't mind,
I placed my hand over it, covering it completely as my fingers fondled
his tiny balls, his dick pressing warmly against my palm. I was
rewarded with a soft, barely audible moan, as Cory slightly raised his
hips, increasing the pressure against my hand.
Chris crawled over and held out his hand for some lotion, so I
squeezed some out for him. I watched him massage the cream into his
brother's chest, seeming to pay close attention to Cory's nipples. "He
likes havin' his titties rubbed," he told me, as he fingered the tiny
tips, the stimulation causing them to poke out slightly from the boy's
chest. I felt Cory's body stiffen, his little erection pushing
insistently against my hand. I started stroking it, running my palm
over the smooth, dry skin, feeling Cory press himself harder into my
hand. I could feel it pulse each time I stroked down it, as Cory
started rocking his hips slightly to increase the sensation. He seemed
quite familiar with the motions required, I noticed.
Chris was still playing with his brother's tiny titties, and with my
free hand I began rubbing down into Cory's crack, squeezing his soft
butt muscles, my thumb gently rolling his balls around. Cory moaned
loudly, his breath increasing as he squirmed on my lap. His eyes were
closed tightly, his face slightly grimacing as his erection strained
against me, moving faster now as he quickly approached a climax.
Grunting with the effort, he pushed his penis up hard into my stroking
palm, and immediately he began emitting boyish squeals of bliss, his
little love-muscle throbbing beneath my fingers. Watching and feeling
the quivering, orgasmic little boy was too much for me: I felt my sperm
rise, spurting into my pants as I quietly moaned in relief. Chris
seemed to be trembling a little also, but I couldn't be sure.
His orgasm quickly over, Cory's body sank limply back down, his
breath slowly returning to normal. I looked at my palm: completely dry,
as I'd suspected. That was the only difference between our climaxes,
though. I continued stroking the little thing, and it remained as stiff
as ever, quite willing and able for another go. Cory sighed happily,
opening his eyes to look at me. "You came, too, didn't you," he
breathed softly. Both boys stared at the wet spot in my crotch.
"Yes, I did," I confessed, smiling at them. Surprisingly, I wasn't
embarrassed to admit it. They seemed quite familiar with the workings of
male anatomy.
"Can we see it?" Chris asked shyly, his eyes curious. Cory rolled
off my lap, so I could show them. Put at ease by their calmness, I
stood up and lowered my sweat-pants, showing them my now limp penis and
the wet puddle in my shorts. Cory reached out a small hand, and took a
sample.
"I've never seen sperm, before," he said, thoughtfully rubbing it
between his fingers.
"Hey," Chris complained, "how come you didn't give ME an orgasm when
it was MY turn?" His sense of fairness had once again been violated.
I shrugged, but Cory said, sounding superior, "It's 'cause I'm
OLDER, baby brother," as if this entitled him to special treatment. He
stuck his tongue out at his twin, and I had to laugh.
"Only ten minutes," Chris reminded him, glaring. "And if you
call me `baby brother' again I'll hafta' hurt you."
Naturally, Cory said it again. Chris jumped on him, and they began
wrestling on my living-room carpet. They were both giggling between
grunts, so I knew they weren't really serious about it. I stepped over
the two naked wrestlers and went into the kitchen to clean myself off.
When I returned, Cory had his brother's arms pinned to the floor under
his knees, his still-erect little penis poking in Chris's face. "You
know the rules," he grinned. "Kiss it!" If those were the rules I would
willingly lose every time.
Chris tried to look disgusted, but an almost eager grin broke out as
he raised his head, planting a kiss on his brother's boner. He didn't
seem to mind losing, either. Cory got off of him and they both stood
up, their faces flushed from their boyish exertions. Chris looked at
the clock on the wall and frowned, "Mom's movie's over. We better get
back home."
"Tom didn't put any lotion on my back yet," Cory protested. I sat
down and pulled the naked boy between my knees, holding him still with a
hand on his bare belly as I lovingly applied the cream to his back-side.
I pinched his little butt when I was finished, making him yelp and
thrust his hips forward.
"You didn't spank him," Chris said, disappointed. Cory quickly
jumped out of reach, afraid I might decide to make his brother happy.
"We'll get him next time," I promised Chris, winking at him. Chris
nodded eagerly, and Cory scowled at him for wanting to get even.
They gathered up their shorts, pulling them up their slender legs,
and I was relieved to see Cory's dick was once again limp. I didn't
think it wise to send him back to his mother with a hard-on poking up
beneath his shorts. "We didn't get to play the computer game," he said,
remembering why they had come over in the first place.
"It'll still be here tomorrow," I told him. Actually, I hoped we'd
be distracted again.
Chris came over and gave me hug, kissing my cheek again as I hugged
him back. His freely-given, boyish-affection filled me with love. Not
wanting to be one-upped, Cory did the same.
"Oh," said Cory, remembering something. "Mom said to tell you she
isn't going to work 'till later in the morning."
"Ok," I said, giving him one final sqeeze before reluctantly letting
him go. "Just be sure and come over when she leaves so I'll know it's
my turn to watch you."
"Ok, Tom," he smiled as they headed for the door. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight, Tom," Chris echoed. "Oh, and thanks!" he added.
I said goodnight to my young friends, almost adding `I love you' on
the end, but the door closed behind them before it came out. With a
contented sigh, I sat down by my computer again, wondering what
adventures tomorrow would bring.
(To be continued)
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