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In alt.disgusting.stories.my-imagination Mort- <mort@here.com> wrote:
>This can't really qualify as disgusting... matter of fact, it's one of the
>best storys I've ever read. I think you'll like it too. Grab a bag of chips
>and dip and your favorite drink and get ready to kick back for a while. It's
>a long one. BTW, I didn't include the story code that is the key to the
>whole story. You'll figure it out after you read into it a while. ;-)
>
>Mort-
>
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>I didn't write this story; it was 'adapted' by WaywardOne long ago.
>The original story was "Double Trouble" by Randu <randu@netcom.com>.
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So ... Here's "Double Trouble" by The Great Randu:
From: an8576@anon. penet. fi (Randu) Reply-To: an8576@anon.
penet. fi Date: Mon, 28 Mar 1994 00: 21: 00 UTC Subject: Double
Trouble (man/boy)
To the readers of Double Trouble:
I'm about to post the latest installment of the story, and
figured since it's been so long since I started this whole thing that
it would be a good idea to repost the rest of it too.
However, over the last few months I've made a few changes to the
original story. Nothing major, just a few new things, like Chris
accidently castrates himself in a freak incident with a blender, Cory
catches AIDS after having sex with a wino, their mother dies in a car
wreck, and Tom undergoes a sex-change operation.
NOT!!!!
Sorry! In addition to being an amatuer author I'm also a
frustrated comedian :). Seriously, the story is exactly the same; I
just changed a few words here and there, added an adverb or adjective
or two, things like that. Also, the earlier parts now have spaces
between paragraphs, which should make it easier on the eyes.
One thing that might be confusing is that the original version
of Chapter 3 is now included in Chapter 2. I thought it fit better
that way. So, while the last part I posted was Chapter 8, the new
part I'm posting now is ALSO numbered Chapter 8. Sorry about that,
gang. If you would rather keep the old version of the story instead
of the new one, please feel free to change this new part to Chapter
9. Personally, if you wish to share this with friends or upload it
to a BBS, I'd prefer it to be this new version. I think it's better
:).
This posting will consist of seven (7) parts. The newest
chapter will be parts 6 of 7 and 7 of 7, if you don't want to look
through the whole thing for it. Hang in there for a few more weeks
and I should have this thing finished (FINALLY!) :)
Thanks to all,
Randu
****WARNING**** This story contains consensual sex between an
adult male and two MINOR males. If that's not your cup of tea, don't
read it. You have been warned.
****DISCLAIMER**** This story is fiction. Any resemblence to
actual individuals, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
****ALL RIGHTS RESERVED**** Permission is hereby given to
distribute this story via electronic means only, for non-profit use.
This header must remain intact. All rights to this story remain the
property of the author.
****REPLIES, SUGGESTIONS**** Replies and comments may be sent to
me at an8576@anon. penet. fi, or posted to alt. sex. stories.
d.
Double Trouble Copyright 1993, 1994 Randu
Double Trouble
by Randu
CHAPTER 1
I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I
heard the moving van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a
very nice elderly couple who had lived next door to me for several
years) had retired to Florida a few weeks ago. I lived in a four
unit, condo-style townhome. In fact, that's what the whole
neighborhood was, and I was sorry to see them go. They were one of
the few neighbors I had gotten to know, always having the bachelor
writer over for dinner and telling me how much their grandson enjoyed
my books. I met him once, a very cute eight-year-old who had me
autograph the books he owned that were written by me. I got up from
my computer and looked out the front window, watching the movers open
up their truck and begin carrying boxes and furniture into the unit
next door. I didn't see any signs of the owners of these belongings
however, so I went back to my desk figuring I'd meet them when they
got settled in.
I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking
lightly on my door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless,
for there on my doorstep were a pair of identical-twin boys, smiling
shyly at me. They were about nine or ten years old, each with long
brown hair and dressed in shorts and tank-tops, revealing well
tanned, shapely limbs.
"Hi!" said the one on the left. "We're your new neighbors!"
piped the one on the right. I silently thanked my guardian angel-boy
for delivering these two handsome lads into my life, into a
neighborhood sorrowfully short of young boys... into the unit next
door!
The boy on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, his
head cocked to one side, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. I
realized I had been staring. I held out a finger and made a show of
bringing it closer to my nose, following it with my eyes until they
crossed. "I seem to have been sitting at my computer too long," I
teased. "I'm seeing double."
They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning,
"You're not seeing double, we're twins! I'm Cory and that's my baby
brother, Chris."
Chris gave his twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP
calling me that? You're only five minutes older than I am!"
Hoping to head off a brotherly battle I intervened. "I'm
pleased to meet you," I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom."
Chris, the boy on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I
know," he said, as if I were stating the obvious. As soon as he said
it his brother looked sharply at him and elbowed him in the ribs.
Chris's face immediately became worried, as if he'd been caught doing
something he wasn't supposed to do.
"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was
going on.
Cory's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my door,
still standing open. "There," he said, looking relieved, "your
name's on the door: `Tom Jannings'."
Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You
guys are pretty quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling
at them. "Are you all through moving in already?" I could see the
movers starting to clean up.
"Almost," said Cory. "Mom's inside unpacking but she said to
`get out of her hair' for awhile."
"We were only trying to help," Chris informed me, sounding
slightly hurt that their efforts hadn't been appreciated.
"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering
why he hadn't been mentioned.
"No..." said Cory, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us
anymore."
"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Chris, looking
dejected.
I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably
blamed themselves for their parents' separation. Young kids almost
always do. I changed the subject. "Would you like to come in for a
drink or something or shall we carry on our conversation in the
doorway?"
They looked at each other and finally Chris nodded, as if to
tell his brother it was okay to go in. I ushered them into the
kitchen, noticing how they stared at the `U2' poster on the wall of
my living room, the one with a young, bare-chested boy with his hands
on his head. As I got some glasses and ice they sat at the table and
began their own questioning.
"Are you married?" asked one.
"No."
"You live here alone?" asked the other.
"Yes."
"Any girl-friends?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
"32."
"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home
in the afternoon on a weekday.
"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being
grilled by identical inquisitors.
"Well, what do you do?"
"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.
"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each
other and giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely
and could see that if I got to know them better I would probably be
able to tell them apart. There were subtle differences in their
expressions and appearances, the way they smiled and carried
themselves. I hoped I WOULD get to know them better! They were
certainly very cute, and definitely sexy, both with dark brown eyes
and expressive faces, and strong, lean bodies full of boyish energy.
I found myself staring at their slender necks and rounded shoulders,
admiring the tempting skin exposed by their tank-tops.
"How old are you two?" My turn for questions.
"Nine," answered the one I thought was Chris.
"Almost ten," added his twin.
"Are you from around Chicago, or did you move here from
somewhere else?"
"We used to live right in the city," explained Cory, taking a
drink, "but we moved to here in Glenwood 'cause Mom got
transferred."
"What's your mom do?"
"She's a nurse at the hospital," said Chris proudly. Having a
conversation with these two was like watching a tennis match. Chris
looked at me and smiled, as if to say he knew it, it's just the way
they were.
"Hey!" exclaimed Cory, looking at me as if he'd suddenly
realized something. "Are you the same Tom Jannings that wrote all
those books we have?"
"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Tom
Jannings that I know of." I grinned at him slyly. I really did love
being recognized by my young fans. My books were written mainly for
(and about) young boys, full of adventure and daring just like their
readers, and also about everyday stuff like new siblings, school,
divorce, even one about death. I always answered every letter I got
from a reader, and also from appreciative parents who were grateful
that my books had turned their kids onto reading.
Chris was looking at me again. "It IS you," he said, sounding
sure of himself. "We've got every book you wrote! I think they're
really good, too," he told me candidly.
"Thank you!" I said, my ego always glad of praise from a young
admirer. He had said that they had ALL of my books and I tried to
remember how many there were.
"Eleven," said Chris.
"What?"
"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Cory
kick his brother under the table and he quickly said, biting his lip,
"Um, I mean, you looked like you couldn't remember how many there
were."
"You're right, I didn't." I couldn't help thinking that this
boy seemed to be able to read me as well as he could read my books.
Strange.
"We better go now," said Cory, giving his brother a look I
couldn't understand. "Mom's probably wondering where we are."
"Tell her to stop by later on for a cup of coffee, and let me
know if she needs any help with anything. Feel free to come by
yourselves anytime too," I added sincerely.
"OK, Tom," said Cory, politely putting his glass and his
brother's in the sink. "See ya later!" I was glad he hadn't called
me `Mr. Jannings'. Neighbors should always be on a first-name
basis.
As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns
and the smooth backs of their legs. Chris turned around just then
and smiled at me, before running to catch his brother. It seemed my
life had taken an interesting turn, and there was definitely
something strange about my new friends that I couldn't quite put my
finger on.
Later in the day I hadn't gotten very far with my book. My
thoughts kept returning to Cory and Chris, and it was hard to keep
them separate from the boy I was writing about. I got up and started
a pot of coffee brewing and was about to watch the news on TV when
someone knocked on the door. The boys were back with their mother in
tow, a nice looking woman with brown, wavy hair like her sons', about
my age or maybe a little older. "Hi," she said, smiling and holding
out her hand, "I'm Susan Gibson, your new neighbor. The twins said
we had a celebrity living next door so we came for your autograph."
She looked at the box the boys were carrying between them as I shook
her hand.
"Nice to meet you Susan, I'm Tom Jannings but I guess they
already told you that. Come on in, I just started some coffee a few
minutes ago." I led the way to the living room and the boys dropped
their box on the floor, flopping down on either side of me on the
couch while Susan took a chair. "Did you bring me a gift or are you
moving in with me?" I asked the boys jokingly.
They smiled and one of them said, "No, these are all your
books."
"Well, just because my name is on them doesn't mean you have to
give them back to me," I said, playing dumb.
"No, silly," said the other one (Cory?), "we want you to
autograph 'em."
"You're supposed to ASK him, Cory," said his mother
reprovingly.
"He would have," I said, coming to his defense, "if I wasn't
having such fun teasing him." I grabbed his bare leg just above the
knee and lightly squeezed, making him laugh and squirm. That's
always been one of my favorite places to tickle a boy. "Why don't
you guys come to the kitchen with me and we'll get something to drink
while your mom rests her bones? You take anything in your coffee,
Susan?"
"Black, please. Are you sure I can't help?"
"Positive. You just take it easy," I said, getting up. The
boys followed me into the kitchen and I showed them where the glasses
were, telling them to make themselves at home and help themselves to
ice and pop while I got the coffee. When we returned to the living
room Susan was standing by my computer desk, and I could see her
looking at the bronze figurine of a nude boy laying on his side, next
to my terminal.
"Inspiration?" she asked. I was sure she had noticed the
poster on the wall also.
"You could say that," I answered. I gave her one of the cups of
coffee and took a pen from the desk before sitting back down between
Cory and Chris. I opened the box the boys had brought in and
groaned. "You guys want me to sign ALL of these?"
"Please?" said the one on my left (Chris?), giving me that
pleading puppy-dog look that little boys are so talented at, and
which I'm totally defenseless to resist.
"We really do like 'em," his brother cajoled me from the right.
"They're our favorite books."
"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere," I said, digging into the
box and beginning my task. They must have read the books often; most
were faded and dog-eared. I came across the first one I ever wrote
(dedicated to my parents) and noticed it was from the first printing,
almost five years ago. "You guys couldn't have been more than five
years old when this one came out," I observed.
"That's the first book they ever read by themselves," Susan told
me proudly. "They were reading Mark Twain, Moby Dick, Hardy Boys,
all before they were seven."
"And you like my books best?" My books sold well but I wasn't
used to being compared to Mark Twain.
"Yeah, we really do," Chris told me eagerly. "You write stories
about boys but it's not like you're a grown-up talking to a kid,
using simple words and stuff. You know what I mean?" He wasn't sure
if he was getting his point across.
"Yes, I do. That's why I put a glossary in the back of each
book, so a kid can look up a word I used that he doesn't know."
"It's your fault I had to go out and buy a college dictionary
for them," said their mother, grinning. "I've read all your books
myself," she added, "and I always imagined a man with such insights
and understanding of boys must have a dozen of them running around
the house." I saw her glance at the poster. "Chris and Cory said
you weren't married; I hope they weren't rude with all their
questions." She gave each boy a stern look, who, of course, looked
innocently back at her.
"No, they weren't rude at all. In fact, I asked my own
questions too, just to get even." I grabbed a boy in each arm and
tickled their sides, their giggling laughs like music in my ears.
Although I wanted to keep my arms around them in a hug I didn't want
to risk being too forward in front of Susan, and returned to my task
of book-signing. "As to my so-called understanding of boys," I told
her, reaching for another book, "I guess it helps that I'm still a
kid at heart. I try to look at the world with a kid's eyes,
wondering how things work, playing games on the computer and so
on... It also helps that I don't have a real job," I added, giving
her my best, boyish grin.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose not having to go to work
every day would definitely help keep you young. I certainly envy you
on that count. My father is buying our condo for us, but it's still
hard to make ends meet. I hate to accept charity like that, but this
place is a lot better for the boys than in the city."
Cory and Chris had sat quietly while we talked, very well
mannered for nine-year-olds, I thought. I signed the last of their
11 books and held my arm out, with my wrist limp. "I may be a writer
but this is the first time I've ever had `writer's cramp'."
They all laughed and the boys said `thanks' in stereo, laughing
again. They asked about the neighborhood: where the stores were,
where McDonalds was. Cory wanted to know where the nearest soccer
field was while Chris was interested in the library. They might be
identical in appearance but they had two separate and distinct
personalities. They were both interested in the swimming pool by the
clubhouse however, and eagerly asked their mom if they could go
swimming tomorrow. She said she would be too busy unpacking to be
able to watch them. I saw their faces fall in dissapointment and
seized opportunity by the horns, volunteering to take her place.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "They can be quite a
handful." Cory and Chris gave her comical looks of indignation, as
if such a suggestion were ridiculous.
I assured her it would be no problem at all, and she gave her
consent. Then she told the boys to pack up their books, thanking me
for the coffee and getting up to leave. The twins thanked me again
for signing all the books, telling me with boyish sincerity that they
would keep them forever and never ever sell them. I told them to
come get me when they wanted to go swimming, and told Susan to drop
by anytime as they left. If I hadn't been the sort of man who was
romantically inclined to young boys I suppose I would have been
attracted to her, instead. Such was not the case, however.
CHAPTER 2
The next morning Cory and Chris showed up at my door at ten-o
clock; exactly when the pool opened, I might add. It was already 80
degrees outside, a typical, early August morning, and the boys were
barefoot and wearing only their gym shorts. They said their mom
wouldn't let them puton their swimming-trunks until I said we could
go, so I wouldn't feel obligated. I told them to go ahead and get
ready and I'd take them when they came back, all the while trying to-
non-chalantly gaze at their bare chests, so smooth and soft, with
small, sun-browned nipples that I longed to touch. Their bodies were
as identical as their faces: a light sprinkling of freckles on their
narrow shoulders, ribs that were only hinted at beneath their tender
skin, slightly rounded bellies with just theright amount of baby-fat
and small, indented navels, and long, gorgeously formed legs that
were tanned and smooth down to their small feet. Simply beautiful.
Before they left I said, "Wait a minute. I want to see if I have you
two figured out yet." I looked at the boy on theright. "You're
Chris, right?"
"Right!" he beamed, obviously pleased.
"And, my dear Watson," I said, doing my Sherlock Holmes
impersonation, "through the process of elimination I can deduce that
your identical sibling is therefore the esteemed Cory."
"Elementary," said Cory, with the same British accent and an
impish grin. Either they had read the books or seen the old movies
with Basil Rathbone (THE Sherlock Holmes, in my opinion). These two
were definitely not your average nine-year-olds.
"We saw the movies," Chris informed me, even though I hadn't
asked. Histwin grabbed him by the arm and pulled, saying it was
getting hotter every minute so let's get moving before we all
melted. I watched them head back to their place, Cory still holding
his brother by the arm, obviously agitated about something. Chris
said something that sounded like, "I can't help it! I LIKE him!" I
didn't know what the problem was; I liked them, too.
I changed into my own swimming trunks and just as I was grabbing
a towel from the closet the boys returned. They knocked on the door
and opened it themselves this time, coming inside to wait and asking
impatiently if I was ready yet. I turned to look at them, hoping to
see even more exposed boy-skin, but they were each wearing those
damned `clam-digger' shorts, the kind that covered everything between
navel and knees and seemed to be all the rage this year. Whoever
designed those things should be shot, I lamented. My disappointment
must have shown because Chris looked at his shorts and back at me
with a perplexed expression. "You don't like our swim-suits?" he
asked.
How to explain to him that a boy should be unencumbered by all
that cloth when swimming? That he should show off as much of his
beautiful body as was legally permitted? That I wanted to SEE as
much of his beautiful body as I could? "Oh, they're OK, I guess," I
said, not wanting to hurt their feelings. "Personally though, I
think those things look old-fashioned, like a long time ago people
wore suits that covered their whole bodies. I hope that doesn't come
next," I added with a shudder.
They looked thoughtfully at each other, probably wondering why I
made a big deal over swim-suits, no doubt. I put a hand on each
small shoulder and ran both down the bare skin of their backs,
pushing them out the door and heading off any further questions.
There were a few other people at the pool and the twins threw
their towels on a chair and tested the water with dainty feet. The
antics began immediately as Cory pushed his `baby brother' in. Chris
came up spluttering, shaking the water out of his eyes as he tried
splashing Cory, who ran back to the fence and made a running dive
into the pool. They were in the deep end, but I could tell they were
both competent swimmers as they treaded water, beckoning me to join
them. I threw my towel next to theirs and ran straight at them,
doing a cannonball. I stayed under-water and swam for the shallow
end, coming up to see them looking for me. They laughed when they
saw me and swam over. I grabbed oneand threw his light body into the
air, watching him splash into the water with arms and legs akimbo and
a gleeful scream. Of course, his twin wanted the same action and I
gladly obliged. I took turns, throwing first one and then the other,
my hands roaming freely over their slippery skins, delighting in the
hardness of their little nipples when I casually brushed over them.
We played in the water until I was exhausted, but of course
their ownenergy was boundless. One of them jumped on my back while I
was heading for the side, intending to take a rest. "Where do think
you're going?" he demanded, playfully.
"I need a break, Chris," I said. As I said his name I wondered
how Iknew it was him, since I was unable to see him and their voices
were exactly alike. I knew it was Chris though, somehow.
"He's tired, Chris," said his brother. "I think we wore him out
already. He's old, you know."
Of course I couldn't let him get away with that, so with Chris
still onmy back I whirled around and grabbed Cory, which was what he
had intended by his jibe. I poked and dug my fingers in his sides,
armpits andbelly, tickling him until he begged for mercy. I released
him and hejumped on me in the shallow water, grabbing me around the
neck and wrapping his legs around me and the legs of Chris, still on
my back.
"Now we've got you," he said, stating the obvious. Chris
giggled in myear.
I put my hands on his sides, running them over his water-slick
skin, myface inches from his. "OK, you've got me," I said, playing
along. "What're you going to do?"
"Let's dunk him!" said Chris, and immediately they began
pushing down on my shoulders, trying to get me to go under. I was
standing in four or five feet of water, but I slid beneath the
surface to make them happy. I had dunked them repeatedly, and it was
only fair to let them dothe same. When I came back up the boys
climbed on me again, front andback, only now Chris was in front.
"I know how to get you guys off," I teased. Not that I really
wanted to; I could go several weeks at least before getting tired of
being in the middle of a twin-sandwich, but their mother might want
them back, eventually.
"Bet you can't!" said Chris, smiling and hugging me tighter.
I took a deep breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with
me, andsimply sat there, waiting. Chris was the first to run out of
air andbreak for the surface, followed a few seconds later by Cory.
I stayed under for a while longer, watching them stand on their toes
to keep their heads above water, and cursing the designer of their
shorts again before coming up for air. "No fair," they yelled, "your
lungs are bigger!" I just smiled at them as I headed for the steps
leading out of thepool. Chris came at me again, intending to stop
me.
"No Chris," said his brother, looking serious, "let him take a
break. He really IS tired." I was, but I didn't think I looked it.
Isaw Chris give him a surprised look, and Cory's expression looked
exactly like Chris's had yesterday, when Chris had said he already
knew myname. I wondered about it, as I went to the chair and grabbed
my towel, sitting down as they resumed their play. They seemed to be
especially adept at reading other people's expressions. It didn't
seem tobe anything to be embarrassed about, although it could be
unsettling attimes.
One of the neighborhood boys, Jeremy, a good looking twelve-year
old that I met here at the pool a year ago, came through the gate.
He saw meand waved, smiling, and came over to say `hi'. He had on a
tight pair of swim-trunks, showing most of his smooth legs and a nice
young bulge. He was one of the reasons I came to the pool so often.
"Hi Tom!" he said. "You'll never finish your book if you keep
coming here every day." He wagged his finger at me, scolding with
mock seriousness.
"I know, I know, but I promised my new neighbors I'd take them
swimming while their mom finished unpacking." I pointed at Cory and
Chris, frolicking in the water.
Jeremy studied them, sizing up the younger boys. "Twins?" he
asked.
"You're quick," I said teasing him. He swatted my shoulder in
return. "The one doing the dunking is Chris, and the one getting
dunked is Cory," I informed him.
"How can you tell them apart?" he asked, obviously unable to do
so himself.
I realized again that I was sure of which one was which, even
though they were at the other end of the pool, and I didn't really
know how I wasdoing it. I was absolutely positive though. "I guess
it's because I've gotten to know them," I said lamely, not really
believing it. They looked exactly alike from this distance, but I
seemed to be able to tell them apart anyway. Jeremy accepted my
explanation though, and tossed histowel on the ground before jumping
in the pool. He was a friendly kid, and swam over to the twins to
introduce himself. Soon enough, they were all playing together,
splashing and having races, which Jeremy won since he was bigger.
The twins made him work for it though, being excellent swimmers
themselves, and he climbed out of the pool to catch hisbreath,
sitting on the edge with his feet in the water.
I found my eyes drifting over to him, admiring his golden tan
and smooth, shapely thighs, but every time I looked at Jeremy Chris
would yell, "Hey Tom! Watch this!" and do a handstand or some other
boyish stunt. It was almost as if Chris didn't want me looking at
Jeremy, but that sounded ridiculous.
I was almost dry when Susan came over to get the boys for lunch,
telling them to get out of the water and asking if I wanted to join
them. I thanked her but said I wanted to stay by the pool a little
longer, and after she called two more times to the twins they finally
came out, sensing her growing anger. They knew their mother's limit,
I thought to myself, smiling.
"Thanks for watching them," said Susan, as Cory and Chris
grabbed towels and dried themselves off, the water sparkling on their-
four-foot frames.
"No problem at all," I told her sincerely. "I had as much fun
as they did." The twins flashed their sunny smiles at me, and that
was all thethanks I really needed.
They said their goodbyes, and my eyes returned to watching
Jeremy, whowas now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt
someone looking atme and turned to see Chris watching me over his
shoulder as he walked away. His eyes darted to Jeremy before
returning to me, and his expression showed he was frustrated, before
he turned around again. Could he really be jealous? Don't flatter
yourself, I thought, he's just upset because he couldn't stay here
and swim.
When Jeremy left -- making me promise to let him read my book if
I ever finished it-- I went home and fixed lunch, not bothering to
change outof my swim-suit, and ate a sandwich in front of my computer
while playing a game. It was one of those role-playing games, where
you take onthe attributes of a certain character and have to find
things, uncover clues, battle monsters, and save the world and some
unfortunate princess from certain doom. Personally I would have
prefered to save a young princeling. I always chose to be a sorcerer
in these games. Something about magic and casting spells attracted
the boy in me, I guess.
I was battling a rather troublesome beast, trying to find the
right spell to kill it before getting killed myself (again), when the
twins knocked and came in, asking belatedly if they could do so. I
was glad they felt at home here, opening the door without waiting for
me to get upand answer it. I waved them over to me, noticing that
they had changed back into their loose-fitting gym shorts, which
showed more of their thighs than their bathing-suits did. Both boys
were shirtless, andwhen they came over to see what I was doing I put
a hand on Cory's bare back, loving the feel of his warm skin beneath
my fingers. Chris asked if they could play too, and I said sure, as
long as I could be thesorcerer. They agreed to my terms, and I
started the game over, punching in three players. I showed them the
options, and Cory chose to bea warrior, while Chris decided on the
minstrel, which also had some magical abilities. Cory went and got a
chair, but Chris decided to sit onmy knee, which was fine with me. I
showed them how to control the figures and actions in the game, but
since only one person actually controlled everything they had to tell
me what they wanted their character to do, such as fight, talk, or
cast a spell. We took turns at thekeyboard however, to keep it
interesting, and had arguments over what certain clues meant or where
we should go exploring.
"Maybe I should write down some of these clues before we forget
'em," said Cory, while Chris threw spells at a monster.
"Good idea, Watson," I said, making him grin. "There's paper
and a penright in front of you." We went over the clues we had
already come across and Cory dutifully wrote each one down before
taking his turn at thecomputer. I noticed they didn't argue about
whose turn it was, unlike most brothers or boys in general, but
simply switched without saying anything. They certainly got along
well with each other, I thought.
Chris leaned back a little, still sitting on my knee, and I
placed myhand on his shoulder, letting it rest there a few seconds
before running it lightly over the soft, warm skin of his back. He
turned his head and smiled at me, letting me know that he liked it.
Even though we hadonly met yesterday it was like the three of us were
old friends already, I thought, amazed. As if to confirm this, Chris
moved back on myleg, leaning his bare back against my chest and
sitting in my lap. I folded my hands on his belly as we leaned back
in the chair, holding him against me in a loose hug. He put his
hands on top of mine, making himself comfortable, and the feeling of
holding this warm, soft young boyagainst me filled me with pleasure.
I was glad he didn't think he wastoo old for such cuddling. I moved
a thumb in small circles over hissmooth tummy, and felt the
beginnings of an erection in my swim-suit. I hoped Chris wouldn't be
able to feel it under his butt, andI tried to relax and stop myself
from getting turned on. His naked skin against my own made that hard
to do though. Cory, sitting at the computer, reached down between
his legs and fondled himself through his shorts, almost as if he had
an erection also and was repositioning it, butI couldn't tell from
this angle. Chris giggled when he saw his brother had let his
attention wander and had gotten our characters into abad situation.
"Better let Tom take his turn if you're going to play with
yourself instead of the game," he told Cory tauntingly.
Cory turned and gave me a reproachful look, as if it was MY
fault he hada hard-on, then got out of the chair, showing a definite
little bulge beneath his shorts. "Can I get something to drink?" he
asked, ignoring his stimulated condition, which was causing my own to
increase even more.
"Sure Cory," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You
know where everything is." He turned and went to the kitchen, and
Chris yelled for Cory to get a Coke for him, too.
I was about to add that he get me a beer while he was at it when
he returned, holding two cans of Coke in one hand and a beer in the
other. "Ithought you might want something, too," he explained, and
handed me oneof the Cokes, his eyes dancing with mischief as he tried
not to smile.
"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 ourcans 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.
"Okay, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt
him. Hetook two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then
performed along, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said
to Chris.
"No thanks, I don't like beer," he declared, making a sour
face. "Itgives 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 ablood-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,
dreamy 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 hadbeen an accident. I couldn't believe I had been
so daring, touching himso 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 hisshoulder 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 meto.
Seeming to sense my hesitation, Cory sighed and lowered his leg
so hecould 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 shewants 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 sheknew 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 hadjust 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 butthey 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 achange," 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 forawhile. I'm sure he has better things to do."
Actually, I didn't. How better to spend one's time than with
boys? Thetwins 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 mehopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind
watching them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing
before yougot here." Chris gave me a big smile, then watched his
mother for theverdict.
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 added with a mischevious smile, his eyes twinkling.
What wasTHAT 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; Iwas 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, andwe 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, andwhile 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 mybooks 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!"
Apparently Susan took me seriously, because the next morning she
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 agoand she was willing to practically give me her sons! I
hesitated, notwanting to appear overly anxious. "Well... Sure, I
guess that would bealright. 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. Mymother was going to commute every day from the north-side,
but she's notreally comfortable with the twins." She hesitated.
"They have a way ofknowing... How to put this?" she frowned.
"They're very good at sensing other people's feelings, and it makes
some people uncomfortable." Shelooked 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,
jumping 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 inmy books, not to flesh-and-blood scamps who seemed to
see right through me. I never knew where I stood with these two. I
shrugged it offand went to my bedroom to put on my swim-suit, glad
that they appeared to like me as much as I liked them.
CHAPTER 3
After Susan went off to work the following morning -- giving me
the phone number at the hospital and telling the boys to behave
before leaving-- I took the twins to play mini-golf in town. Being
with Cory and Chris was making me feel like a kid again. I had
always imagined the things I would like to do if I had a son, and now
I had two nine-year-olds looking to me for entertainment. After the
first couple of holes it was obvious that I would win, so on the next
few putts I didn't aim as carefully, hoping to even the score.
Chris watched me critically as I missed the cup and said, "You
don't have to do that, Tom."
"Do what?" I replied innocently.
"You're missing on purpose. It's nice of you but you don't have
to do it. We're not sore losers."
I should have known better than to try and fool him. "Sorry," I
said, somewhat ashamed at having been caught. Then I teased him.
"It's just that you guys seem to think that the HIGHEST score wins."
They both came at me with golf-clubs raised, trying to look
fierce. "Okay, okay," I laughed, retreating. "I take it back!"
After I beat them at mini-golf we went to the arcade inside the
local mall. Chris and I played "Death Star" while Cory went off to
play pinball. It didn't take long for me to realize that Chris had
played this before, as he deftly out-manuevered aliens and attacking
space ships while I floundered along. Then he seemed to suddenly
lose his skill, losing lives as fast as I was.
"You don't have to do that," I told him.
He looked at me with a guilty smile as he realized he had been
caught doing the same thing I had done while playing golf. I put my
arm around him in a hug, and we both laughed. He then proceeded to
get a bazillion points to my several thousand. I didn't mind in the
least, though.
When we were all out of quarters Cory suggested we go check out
the sporting-goods store. As we walked through the mall I felt a
small hand smoothly slip into my own, and I looked down to my left to
see Chris smiling at me. As Cory took my other hand I was filled
with a warm fondness for my young friends. Occasionaly my eyes
roamed over a boy passing the other way, but then I would feel a
slight increase of pressure on my hands as the twins tightened their
grips, as if to remind me they were there. We found the sports store
and wandered around inside, checking out the latest hundred-dollar
sneakers with air-pumps in the heels, basketballs and baseball mitts,
until I found myself looking at the boys' section of speedo swim
suits, so provocative looking, and wondered to myself what Cory and
Chris would look like wearing them.
Cory came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and
then at me. "You don't like our swim-suits, do you," he stated,
looking up at me.
"Well, like I told you, I think they're kind of old-fashioned."
I wasn't sure what he would think if I suggested one of these, but
then he suggested it for me.
"Do you think I'd look good in a speedo?" he asked, absently
looking through the small, nylon bikinis as Chris joined us.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked Cory.
"Looking at swim-suits," said his brother. He picked a
miniscule scrap of cloth from the rack -- bright red with a black
racing stripe-- and held it in front of his crotch. He eyed me
suggestively. "Could I try this on?"
As my heartbeat increased Chris said he wanted to try one on
too, but he wanted me to pick it out for him. I shakily looked
through the display and pulled out a black one with a red stripe.
"How's this?" I asked hesitantly.
He grinned and took it from me as they both headed to the
dressing room. I was actually trembling in anticipation, knowing
without a doubt how good they would look in them. If a good-looking
boy had to where something when swimming, it should -- by law-- be a
speedo.
I heard giggling behind the door and when it finally opened I
felt my eyes widen and my blood-pressure rise. They had taken off
all their clothes and were wearing only the small bikinis as they
stood watching my reaction with wide grins.
"Well, what do you think?" demanded Cory, cocking his scantily
clad hip to the side and striking a pose as Chris placed his hands
behind his head, doing the same. God, they were gorgeous.
My eyes were glued to their small cocks, so perfectly outlined
beneath the tight nylon; tiny balls also discernable. The bikinis
fit perfectly, riding well below their hip-bones in front and barely
covering their small, perky butts in the rear. I don't think I've
ever seen so much smooth, naked boy-skin exposed in public before. I
could see they would have to work on their tans though. Quite a bit
more skin was revealed than with their shorts, leaving the area
around their groins a ghostly pale.
I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim,-
almost-nude, nine-year-old bodies, and was astounded to see Cory's
little penis imitating mine until it jutted out from his body beneath
the brief swim-suit. He blushed shyly and covered himself with one
hand.
Chris eyed Cory's condition and then looked at the tightly
stretched crotch of my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you
Tom," he said confidently.
I tore my eyes from Cory's concealed young member. "I think you
both look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if
I thought they were beautiful. Chris was obviously aware of the
effect they had on me, and I was sure Cory did, too.
"Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked his brother. Just then a
store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini-clad boys in the
dressing room. "Sir," he said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm afraid
store policy requires bathing-suits to be tried-on over underwear.
You'll have to pay for those even if they don't fit."
The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We
were going to buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You
guys put your clothes back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the
pool is a smelly fart!"
When we got back home we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I
snipped the tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When
the boys emerged from the bathroom I was again impressed with their-
well-proportioned young bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the
tiny briefs.
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, barely-covered little bottoms. 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 immensely 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 4
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, okay," 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." What boy-lover could?
"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.
"Okay, okay," 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 okay, Chris," Cory 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."
"Okay then." He lifted himself off my lap and slowly turned
over, placing his hands modestly between his legs before laying back
down.
Cory gently tried pulling his brother's hands away, but Chris
resisted. "It's okay," 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 tender little genitals exposed for all to see. His small,
circumcised penis was laying 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 mere 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 okay?" I asked Cory,
looking at the tiny penis now hanging limply between his legs.
He gave his brother a withering look. "Yeah, I'm okay, 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
warm and snug 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 tight, dry skin, feeling Cory press himself harder into my
hand. I could feel the small organ pulse each time I stroked down
it's short length, 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, pliant 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 five 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."
"Okay," 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."
"Okay, 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.
CHAPTER 5
I managed to finally finish my book that night, staying up until
well after midnight. I spent the next morning proof-reading it,
changing a word here-and-there, waiting for the boys to come over and
announce their mother's departure. Around 10: 30, I heard the front
door open and the sound of light steps coming up behind me. I was in
the middle of reading so I didn't turn around, and a small pair of
hands reached around to cover my eyes. "Guess who!" giggled a high
pitched, cheery voice.
"Elementary, Watson," I chuckled. "It's Chris!"
"Awww, how could you tell?" he said, disappointed at being
unable to fool me. He came around the chair and leaned his hip
against the side. He was wearing cut-offs this morning, and a bright
white t-shirt that showed off his tan nicely.
"I don't really know how I could tell," I told him honestly, not
having the faintest idea how I did it.
"Even our teachers can't tell us apart," he frowned, wondering
about it. I pointed out that his mother could, though. "Yeah, but
she's our mom," he explained.
"Yabbits have long ears," I told him with a straight face,
trying the old joke on him. It took him a moment to get it, and then
he groaned theatrically, punching my shoulder. I asked him if his
mom had gone off to work, and he nodded. "Where's your brother?"
This was the first time I'd only seen half the set.
"He's outside somewhere," Chris shrugged. "Did you finish your
book?" he asked, indicating the computer.
"Yep, all finished. Well, almost. I'm still putting some
finishing touches on it. As soon as I'm done we can all go swimming
if you want." Chris grinned in agreement and asked if he could stay
here and watch me work. I told him it wasn't very exciting to watch,
but he was more than welcome to stay if he wanted. He beamed a
happy, little-boy smile and promptly sat on my lap. I realized he
just wanted to be with me, and it didn't matter whether what I was
doing was interesting or not. While it made typing on the computer a
bit awkward, I felt quite happy myself. His clean, fresh-smelling,-
sun-bleached hair just below my nose was a bit distracting though.
We both sat there quietly, my arms reaching around him to work
the key-board as I continued where I had left off. After a few
minutes of this, he craned his neck to smile contentedly at me, and
impulsively I kissed his smooth forehead. `I wish you were my dad,'
I heard a small voice say. At first I smiled back at him, feeling
quite pleased by his fondness for me. Then I realized that he hadn't
actually SAID anything. His mouth was shut, and his lips hadn't
moved a tiny muscle. My expression changed to one of surprise, and
Chris's to disbelief. He quickly got out of my lap, saying in a
shaky voice, his face suddenly pale, "I'm g-gonna go find Cory." He
started backing towards the door, breathing fast like a frightened
animal.
"Chris, wait a minute." I definitely wanted to find out what
was going on here. All of a sudden he bent sharply forward, his
breath whooshing out of him as if someone had punched him in the
stomach. He grimaced in pain. I jumped out of the chair and ran to
him, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. "What is it?
What's the matter?"
"It's Cory!" he cried, his face now filled with panic. "He
fell out of a tree!"
"How do you--"
"C'mon!" he said, bolting for the door as I ran along
bewildered behind him. Chris headed unerringly to the back of a
building two units over, where we found his brother laying on the
ground beneath the low branches of an apple tree, groaning. I
quickly went to him, expecting the worst and wondering what bones
were broken.
"Don't move!" I ordered the boy as he tried to sit up. Chris
stood tensely to one side, watching with concern.
Being a typical young boy, Cory sat up anyway. "I'm okay," he
said, reaching beneath him to rub his butt. "Just got the wind
knocked out of me."
Almost laughing with relief, I tousled his hair. "Please, don't
do that anymore," I begged. "You scared the crap out of me."
"It's not like I did it on purpose," he frowned, looking
pointedly at his twin.
I turned to see Chris watching me, his face still quite pale
with worry. "Relax, Chris. He's okay." I looked back at Cory,
whose expression now mirrored his brother's, nervously biting his
lip. I realized that Chris wasn't worried about his brother, he was
worried about ME. Pieces of the puzzle started fitting together
inside my head as I looked at the two of them, and Chris now grew
quite alarmed, his lower lip trembling. I made a startling
conclusion, and tested it. `You can read my mind, can't you?' I
thought silently at him.
His reaction startled me even more. He started crying, hot
tears of shame running quickly down his tender cheeks. "I'm sorry!"
he wailed, his face flushed. "I can't help it!" Whimpering, he
quickly ran back the way we had come.
I turned -- totally confused-- to Cory, who was glaring at me
angrily. "Damn you!" he swore at me, his face livid. "What did you
say to him?" His curse felt like a slap to the face and he flinched
as much as I did, getting to his feet as he started crying also.
"You're just like our father!" he yelled accusingly before running
off after his brother.
Stunned, I sank to the ground with my thoughts in a whirl, as I
tried to figure things out. Chris had obviously heard my unspoken
thought, and just as obviously Cory hadn't. Looking back, I realized
that it had been Chris who knew my name before I had told them, Chris
who seemed to answer questions before I asked them, yet Cory seemed
to know how I was feeling, if not what I was thinking. I couldn't
believe it had taken me this long to figure it out, but they were
very good at making up excuses for their abilities, and had clearly
been trying to hide them.
Telepathic twins? Incredible, but not unbelievable. I had
heard of twins who were able to communicate between themselves, but
this was a step further. More importantly, why were they so upset at
my having found out, and how was I like their father? Were they
afraid I wouldn't like them any more? They certainly already knew my
biggest secret -that I was a boy-lover-- and had probably known it
from the first time we met, and they still liked ME. I was more than
a little embarrassed to realize that Chris, at least, had heard my
thoughts about their sexy bodies. But instead of running away
screaming they had almost seemed to encourage me. I had nothing else
to hide, really. The fact that at least one of them was a mind
reader didn't really bother me. Instead, I wanted to find out more
about my extrordinarily gifted young friends.
I got back up and headed to their house, hoping that was where
they had run off to. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, and I
could hear a muffled sobbing coming from the back rooms. The door to
their room was closed, but now I could hear the heart-breaking little
sobs much clearer as I stood outside, hoping I could get a clue as to
the cause of their distress.
"Don't cry, Chris," I heard Cory say. "He just wanted to have
sex with us anyways." Ouch. That hurt. Serves me right for
eavesdropping, I thought ruefully.
"That's not true and you know it!" Chris said hotly. Then,
softly, "He's outside the door."
"Go away!" Cory shouted. I wasn't going to be gotten rid of
that easily. I opened the door and saw them sitting on the bottom
half of a bunk-bed, Cory with his arm protectively, soothingly around
a sobbing Chris. It broke my heart to see his stricken little face
all flushed and wet with tears.
I sank to my knees in front of them. "Why are you so upset that
I found out about you?" I asked him gently.
"'Cause now you think we're freaks!" Cory said defiantly,
hugging his brother tighter.
"But that's not true," I said, defending myself. "I never once
thought that. Can't you read my mind too?"
Cory shook his head no, looking at me doubtfully. "I'm an
empath," he told me. "Chris is the telepathetic one."
"TelePATHic," Chris groaned.
"That's what I said."
"No, you said... Never mind." He frowned in consternation at
his twin, sniffing and wiping his face with the back of his hand.
I looked at Cory. "You're empathic? You mean you can tell how
other people are feeling, but you can't hear their thoughts?"
Cory nodded. "You know, like that lady on `Star Trek: The Next
Generation'?"
"You mean `Troi'?" I was a big trekkie fan.
"Yeah, that's the one." He grinned slightly, impressed by my
knowledge. "She's the counselor for the whole ship!"
"Well then, you should be able to tell if I'm lying or not,
right?"
"Yeah..." he said slowly.
Chris was also looking at me, his face filled with hope.
"You... You really don't hate us?"
"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
They were both silent for a long time, looking at the floor.
Finally, Cory whispered softly, "Our daddy called us freaks."
"That's why he left," Chris added, another tear running down his
cheek.
Silently, my heart filled with compassion, I took a boy in each
arm and hugged them tightly. Both boys clutched me almost
desperately back, and I knew they could feel my love for them. How a
man that had helped create such beautiful, gifted young boys could
call them `freaks' was beyond me.
"You're angry," Cory said, pulling away and looking afraid, as
if I might be mad at them.
"He's mad at our dad, not at us," Chris explained, letting me
go. Then he bit his lip, realizing he was reading my thoughts
again.
"It's okay, Chris," I said, reassuring him. "I really don't
mind."
"You don't?" he said doubtfully, finding it hard to believe.
"You can tell that I don't, can't you?" He nodded slowly. "Did
you really think I wouldn't like you anymore?"
They explained how most people were terrified of having their
thoughts read, of having their innermost secrets discovered. "You
already know my biggest secret, and you still like me," I pointed
out.
Cory looked confused, and Chris explained, "He means that he
likes boys." Cory shrugged, non-plussed, as if that weren't nearly
as bad as other peoples' secrets. I shuddered to think what these
boys had been exposed to, from an early age: all of the hate, lies,
anger, lust; all gleaned from the minds and emotions of others. No
wonder they weren't bothered by my attraction to them. It was a
credit to their mother's love that they were sane.
Chris was watching me. `We're doin' ok,' he thought at me,
making me jump. "I'm sorry!" he said out loud. He looked like he
was going to cry again.
"It's ok, Chris," I told him again, wiping a tear from his cheek
with my thumb. "It's just going to take some getting used to.
That's all. Did you two really think you could keep this a secret
from me?"
"We were gonna try," Cory admitted honestly, "but Chris kept
goofing up."
"You did too, once!" Chris retorted. He sensed I didn't
remember when this was. "In the pool, that first day," he
explained. "Cory said you were tired."
I thought of something else. "Now that I think of it, he always
seems to have an erection whenever I do, too. That's not a
coincidence, is it?" Cory looked bashfully at the floor, and I knew
it wasn't. "That could be embarrassing, when you get older."
"It only happens when I'm around someone I really like. I kinda
get `connected.'" He smiled shyly at me, blushing.
"Do you really think I only want to have sex with you?" I asked
him, remembering what I had heard him say while I stood outside the
door.
He shook his head, ashamed that I had heard him. "I can tell
you really love us," he said softly. "I only said that to try and
make Chris feel better." He looked at me, his face apologetic. "I'm
sorry I swore at you before. I know I hurt your feelings."
I hugged him again by way of forgiveness, and everything was
alright once more. Now that the crisis was over, I asked them to
explain their abilities. Apparently they could communicate together
telepathically, but only Chris was capable of hearing others. Chris
was also able to make his mother hear him, if he projected a thought
at her, but no-one else. That was why he had been so surprised when
I heard him think, `I wish you were my dad.'
"So THAT'S what you meant when you yelled `He heard me!' at
me," Cory exclaimed. It seems Chris had flung the thought at his
twin, catching Cory off guard.
"I'm sorry I made you fall out of the tree," Chris apologized,
but he was sucking in his lips, trying to hold back a grin. I
chuckled as Cory frowned at him; even I could tell the apology wasn't
entirely sincere.
"I think you're only sorry about the fact that you felt it when
he fell," I teased. Chris nodded, smiling openly now.
I wanted to test something. I told Chris to tell me what I was
thinking, closing my eyes and trying to feel him `inside'. All the-
science-fiction books I had ever read talked about things like
`probing tendrils of thought'. Chris laughed derisively, picking it
up. "It's not like THAT," he scorned. I hadn't felt a thing; it was
kind of disappointing. He went on to explain that it was something
like listening to different stations on a radio. Each person had a
different `frequency', and all he had to do was tune in. Until I
came along, he had only been able to `broadcast' to his mother's and
brother's stations. "Do you think that's why you can tell us apart
so easy?" he reasoned.
I had to admit it sounded plausible. Perhaps -- somehow-- the
three of us were linked in some way. It might have had something to
do with my attraction to boys, I suppose. Being boys, the twins
decided they had had enough serious talk and said they wanted to go
swimming. "I have to finish my book, first," I told them
regretfully, trying my hardest to think only about my work. They
begged and pleaded, and my concentration slipped. Chris immediately
realized I was joking.
"Wow," he said, impressed. "You tricked me!"
"I'm smarter than you think," I grinned slyly, wrestling him
down on the bed and tickling him until he begged for mercy, his tears
forgotten. It was comforting to know that he could still be fooled;
I would have missed the pleasure of teasing him, otherwise.
I sat on the bed and watched as they stood up, stripping off
their shirts. I quickly reached out and poked a finger into each
little navel while their heads were covered, making them both suck in
their bellies. "How come you like tickling us so much?" asked Cory,
exasperated by my constant kitchie-cooing.
"Because I like hearing you laugh," I answered simply, "and it's
easier than telling you jokes." He smiled indulgently, shaking his
head, graciously willing to put up with my eccentricities. They took
off their shorts and underpants, standing back up unashamedly while I
openly admired the now-naked twins, all of us glad that we no longer
had any secrets between us. I noticed their sunburns seemed to be
healing well, already turning to a light colored tan. I could feel
my penis starting to swell as I looked at them, and Cory's little one
twitched in empathy.
"You're a dirty old man," he teased, snickering as he fondled
himself suggestively.
`Spank him!' I heard Chris suggest to me silently, a giggling
echo trailing the thought.
Not needing any further encouragement, I snatched Cory off the
floor and bent him over my lap on the bed, catching him completely
off guard. It seemed that Chris was able to selectively `broadcast',
and his twin hadn't heard it as he yelled in surprise. "Dirty old
man, huh?" I said in mock anger as I gave his twitching little butt
a playful slap. Chris laughed in delight as his twin cried out in
alarm at having been deceived. I gave him a few more little slaps to
make his brother happy (and me too, I must admit), and I noticed
Chris rub his own butt as if he were feeling it also.
Cory shouted his apologies, and I rolled him over. His little
pecker was now as stiff as mine, poking up in the air from his smooth
groin. I held his thin wrists in one hand over his head and looked
at Chris. "I don't think he's really sorry, do you?" I asked him
with a grin. "Maybe we should tickle him to make sure." Chris
nodded his eager agreement, and before his brother could protest we
started poking and prodding him everywhere on his body, leaving
nothing untouched. Chris would tickle his armpits while I squeezed a
knee, I would poke his belly and ribs while Chris playfully squeezed
his hard-on or pinched his butt until Cory was screaming and
squirming, hiccuping with laughter.
"Enough?" I asked the panting boy, who was so out of breath he
could only nod his head as I released him, his chest rising and
falling in relief as I stroked his soft tummy.
"I think I'd rather you told me jokes," he said wryly, once he
recuperated. I gave his ribs one final poke and he giggled again in
spite of himself. Then he accused us of ganging up on him. Chris
artfully reminded him that he had done the same thing last night,
more or less, and Cory let it drop, figuring they were even and
wanting to go swimming instead of arguing about it.
They scampered into the bathroom and Chris stood on the edge of
the tub, pulling their swim-suits and towels off the curtain rod
where they had been hung to dry. They quickly pulled on the little
bikinis, reaching a hand inside to straighten out their small boy
parts. My erection had gone down somewhat, as had Cory's, but his
was still a bit longer and more full than usual, clearly outlined
beneath the nylon brief. We went to my house and the boys curiously
followed me into my bathroom to watch me change. I guess it was only
fair; I had watched THEM change. Their eyes widened in appreciation
as I stood there naked before pulling on my trunks, my penis semi
erect. I was only average in size, but big compared to their little
ones. I grabbed a bottle of sun-tan lotion and quickly put some on
their fading sunburns, not wanting them to burn again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and frolicking in
the water, until starvation forced us to seek supper. Susan wouldn't
be back until later in the evening, so it fell upon me to feed the
hungry nine-year-olds. I suggested an expedition to McDonalds, for
convenience's sake, and they readily agreed.
"Why don't we clean up first?" I asked, feeling the need for a
shower. "You guys go home and take a quick bath and I'll come get
you in about a half-hour, okay?" They were old enough to be left
alone for a short while, and I was right next door if they needed
me. They ran off without any argument, since they were hungry and
wanted to eat as soon as possible. I went home and quickly showered,
putting on clean shorts and a shirt, arriving at their place about 25
minutes later. I knocked and opened the door, only to find the boys
still wearing their swim-suits, sitting on the living-room floor.
"What's the matter?" I asked, wondering why they weren't
ready. "I thought you guys were going to take a bath?"
Both boys were silent, looking at me rather nervously. Chris
elbowed his brother in the ribs, prompting him. "We want you to give
us our baths," he said hesitantly, sounding like a much younger boy.
"I thought you were hungry," I said, wondering what was going
on. Not that I didn't want to bathe them, but I was hungry too.
"Please?" said Chris, his eyes almost pleading. I don't know
why, but for some reason it seemed very important to them. I
shrugged and nodded, giving in, and they quickly ran into the
bathroom, leaving me to follow behind. They both stood next to the
tub, waiting anxiously and looking almost helpless; they hadn't even
turned the water on. I started filling the tub, making sure the
water was comfortably hot and closing the drain. Noticing a box of
`Mr. Bubble' on the side, I dumped in a generous amount of bubble
bath, watching as the tub slowly filled with water and bubbles. Cory
and Chris just stood there waiting, apparently wanting me to undress
them, also. They were acting almost like toddlers, and it was very
unlike them to want to be babied like this. I didn't mind doing it,
of course, if it was what they wanted. As I mentioned before, I had
always dreamed of the things I would do if I were a father, and this
was certainly one of them.
I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled Cory to me, and he
balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled down his swim
suit, his little penis bouncing merrily as he stepped out of it. He
smiled thankfully at me and climbed into the tub, splashing a little
to make more bubbles as I stripped off Chris's speedo. The boy
hugged me before joining his twin, and I was filled once again with
love for them.
I pulled off my shirt, expecting a bit of splashing from the two
imps, and grabbed a bar of soap in one hand and a wash-cloth in the
other. I started with Cory, having him stand up to make it easier as
I washed his face and neck, then down his back, using both the cloth
and my hand as I soaped his young body. My hands followed the gentle
curves down to his delightful butt, and I slid my soapy fingers into
the narrow crevice, making him jerk when I goosed his tiny, puckered
hole. I rinsed him down and turned the water off, and began washing
his front. Lovingly, I lathered his chest and tickled his small
nipples with my fingertips. I loved how they felt: the tiny,
sensitive tips poking out as my hand slid across his soapy skin. He
had an erection now, as did I, and his small organ was pointing up at
my face.
I glanced at Chris and saw him playing with himself beneath the
frothy layer of bubbles, watching us intently. I felt Cory tremble
slightly as if he were cold, but there was sweat beading on his
forehead. "Are you okay?" I asked. Neither one had said a word
this whole time, and it seemed as if they were worried and very
tense.
Cory nodded, but he was still shaking. "Your's is hard too," he
whispered in an almost babyish voice, the `r's softly lisped. His
eyes were closed, so he must have been sensing my body's reaction to
washing him.
"You want to touch his pee-pee," said Chris in a flat,
emotionless voice. I didn't know why they were acting so strangely,
and it was making me nervous, unsure of what to do. I felt as if I
were acting in a play, but no-one had told me what my lines were.
`Go ahead,' Chris thought at me. `He needs you to touch him.'
Still confused, I soaked the wash-cloth and held it to Cory's
chest, rinsing him off a little as the water ran down his front. His
eyes were achingly filled with longing as I rubbed the bar of soap
over his belly, raising a lather of suds. Placing one hand on his
back to hold him steady, I ran the other in circles over his stomach,
getting it nice and slick. Gently, I ran my soapy hand over his
genitals, sliding my fingers over his stiff little prick and softly
fondling his balls. He whimpered once, a barely audible whine, and I
quickly removed my hand, looking at him worriedly.
`Don't stop!' Chris thought sharply at me, once again projecting
his mind.
Still unsure of what was happening, I continued soaping the
young boy's groin, lovingly caressing him with my fingers as Cory
nudged his hips forward, pushing himself against my hand. Sensing
his need, I took his firm little penis between my thumb and two
fingers, gently squeezing to increase the friction against the
slippery suds as I slowly rubbed it's tiny length. I could feel it
throb as I stroked it, and Cory began thrusting his hips back and
forth, grunting with an almost desperate desire, his hands clenched
at his sides. He cried out "Daddy!" when he climaxed, but I knew he
wasn't referring to me. I felt Cory's entire body shudder as the
orgasm went through him, his moans of ecstasy seemingly mingled with
cries of deep suffering that had waited long for release. He was
actually sobbing when it was over, tears streaming down his cheeks as
he threw his arms around my neck in grief, crying on my shoulder.
Wondering what I had done to cause all this I looked a question
at Chris, as I held his trembling, soaking-wet brother against me.
`He's okay now,' I heard him say silently, a solemn tear of sympathy
running down his own cheek. `Just love him.'
I did my best to comfort the crying boy, holding him in my arms
as I softly stroked his wet skin and said helpless, meaningless words
like "Shhh" and "It's okay." I didn't know if it was okay or not,
but it seemed to soothe him as he cried himself out, his heaving sobs
becoming little whimpers until his tears finally tapered off to
sniffles. Still he clung to me, and I gave him a tight hug before
gently pushing him off of my shoulder, holding him at arm's length.
"Are you alright now?" I asked him, my voice filled with
concern. He wouldn't look at me, and I could tell he was embarrassed
by his outburst. "It's okay to cry," I told him. "The boys in my
books cry sometimes, too." He nodded, and I knew that made him feel
a little better. I wanted to ask him what all this had been about,
but I didn't think he'd want to talk about it. If he wanted me to
know he could tell me when he was ready. Instead, I pulled him back
in my arms and said, simply, "I love you, Cory."
"I love you too," he said in his soft voice, hugging me back.
Quietly, he sank down in the water and rinsed himself off.
"Now wash ME!" Chris demanded in a cheery voice, breaking the
somber mood that was hanging over us. Smiling gratefully at him, I
gestured for him to stand up and took soap and wash-cloth in hand
once again. I could tell he wasn't going to repeat his brother's
performance as he giggled and wiggled beneath my soapy, tickling
hands. He said to hurry because he was hungry, and I was leery about
masturbating him anyway after seeing how his brother had reacted, so
I quickly soaped his penis and tiny balls and told him to rinse off,
leaving it at that.
They climbed out of the tub and quickly dried themselves off, no
longer feeling the need for me to baby them and acting like nothing
unusual had happened. They ran to their bedroom and pulled on clean
underpants, shorts, t-shirts and sneakers, then ran back to the
bathroom, combed their hair and yelled, "Let's go!"
I dried off my chest where Cory had gotten me wet and put my
shirt back on. Cory pointed out apologetically that my shorts were
all wet too, so we all headed to my place so I could change before
going out to eat.
At McDonalds they wanted `Happy-meals', which I gladly bought
for them. Cory and Chris were always polite, saying please and thank
you quite sincerely, but I think they knew they could have had their
way with me even if they were uncourteous. It was nicer to spoil
boys that had manners, though.
It was almost dark when we got back home and their mother hadn't
returned from work yet, so we settled down on their couch and watched
old reruns on `Nickelodeon', the cable TV channel. They enjoyed the
old shows as much as I did, laughing as we watched `Get Smart',
`Mister Ed', `The Dick Van Dyke Show'; all the old programs from my
own youth.
By the time Susan came home the three of us had fallen asleep on
the couch. Chris was sprawled on his stomach on top of me, Cory
snuggled against my side, my arms around both of them. She gently
shook me awake and said, "You guys look pretty comfortable." My
hands were still beneath the young boys' shirts and I quickly removed
them. I had drifted off into a blissful doze while stroking Chris's
back and Cory's side, but I wasn't sure what their mother would think
of my intimacy.
The twins came groggily awake when they heard their mother's
voice, and we disentangled ourselves. "Sorry I had to work so late,
Tom," said Susan, as Cory and Chris hugged her hello with sleepy
yawns. I waved off her apology, letting her know I didn't mind.
"The boys give you any trouble?" she asked. The boys in question
looked at me expectantly, remembering all that had happened today and
wondering what I would say. I was wondering, myself.
"Well, Cory fell out of tree," I told her, and when her eyes
widened in concern I quickly added, "but he didn't get hurt any."
Cory looked guiltily at his mother, wondering if he'd get
reprimanded. "I should have been watching him closer," I went on,
apologizing for my lax attention to her sons.
She sighed ruefully with a small laugh. "They're BOYS, Tom.
You can't possibly watch them every second, and I honestly wouldn't
want you to anyway." She lovingly ruffled the boys' hair, and they
smiled up at her. "They're going to get scrapes and cuts once in a
while, and nothing you or I can do will prevent it. We can WORRY
about it, though," she added with an exasperated smile.
I laughed, filled with admiration for this single-mother as she
ordered the twins to bed. Cory and Chris hugged me and kissed me-
good-night, and her eyebrows raised slightly as she watched them.
She didn't seem to dissaprove though. Before I left I invited her
over for some coffee after she put the boys to bed, and she
accepted. I wanted to tell her that I had found out about her sons'
abilities, and to find out more about them.
She knocked on my door about a half-hour later, and her
expression seemed relieved as we sat down at the kitchen table.
"Chris and Cory told me what happened today," she began, taking a sip
of coffee. "I appreciate how well you handled everything. I don't
think either one of them could have coped with another rejection,
especially from you."
I hoped she didn't know everything that I had `handled' today.
I didn't know if the boys had told of the bath-time incident or not.
"I was bound to find out about them eventually," I told her. "I'm an
expert on boys, remember? You said so yourself."
Susan didn't laugh at my small joke. I could see she was
hesitating, thinking about what she wanted to say. "I think you're
more than an `expert', Tom," she said carefully, watching my
reaction. "Would you care to tell me about it?"
Oh Jesus, I thought to myself, feeling my face go pale in
panic. The mother of two nine-year-old boys knows what I am. Should
I deny it? Self-preservation was my first instinct. I could see the
headline: `Popular children's author denounced as a PEDOPHILE!' She
was watching me intently as my thoughts churned. She obviously
already had her suspicions; anything less than the truth would be
unbelieved. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, preparing --
for the first time in my life-- to admit to another adult my deepest
secret.
"I'm a boy-lover," I said. Looking her in the eye as I said it
was the hardest thing I've ever done. I cocked an ear, listening for
sirens to announce my arrest.
She nodded, once. No accusations, no hysteria, no cries of
`pervert'. Just a nod. "I know that was hard for you, Tom. But I
want you to know that I appreciate your honesty. If you had lied I
would have thought less of you. And no," she added, "I'm not going
to call the police or tell anyone else."
I breathed a sigh of relief when she said this. "I suppose
you'll be looking for another baby-sitter now," I said regretfully,
figuring my relationship with Cory and Chris was over. "I'll stay
away from them, if you say so."
"No, no Tom, you're misunderstanding," she said earnestly. "I'm
trying to tell you that it's okay. I know you love them both, and
they love you too." I was looking at her with amazement, convinced I
must have been dreaming. "You gave them a BATH, Tom," she went on.
"That's something they haven't let anyone do since they were 4 years
old. Not even me!"
I got some more coffee as Susan began filling me in on their
past. She explained how her and her husband had known the boys were
`different' since infancy. Cory would be very sensitive to their
moods, while Chris could always make his mother understand what he
needed, even before he could talk. When the twins did learn to speak
their talents became even more apparent. Susan's husband loved their
special boys as much as she did. But one time, when Susan had to
work late, he was giving the little boys a bath and his love crossed
into taboo territory (to his thinking):
He had been washing 4-year-old Cory when the little boy popped a
boner. Nothing unusual about that. The problem began when he felt
his own penis harden, as he looked at his young son's proud little
erection. Cory could sense this, and told him so. I immediately
realized the whole bath scene this afternoon had been a re-enactment
of this. Chris picked up his father's desire to touch the little
pecker, and also told him. Instead of caressing it for a moment, as
Cory wanted him to do (because he loved his daddy and he could feel
that even his daddy's body loved him back), the man was filled with-
self-loathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to the little boy,
made all the worse because the boys knew about it. He slapped the-
four-year-old, the first time he had ever struck one of his sons, and
called them both freaks, when it was he himself who thought he was
perverted. When Susan came home and the distraught twins told her
what had happened, she tried explaining to the man that any good
psychologist could tell him that his erection had been completely
normal. The damage had been done, though. Every time he looked at
the boys he knew they were aware that he had been sexually attracted
to them, and -- his `masculinity' in doubt-- he couldn't live with
it. A few days later he simply left, telling Susan to file for a
divorce and that she could have whatever she wanted. He still
provided child-support, but that was little comfort to fatherless,
hurt young boys. From then on, Cory and Chris insisted on bathing
themselves, fearing their mother might leave also.
Susan finished the story by saying that Cory had taken on the
role of protective older-brother, hating his father but never
mourning him, until today. "You showed him that what his father felt
wasn't bad, that it wasn't his fault, that you love him for what he
is and don't feel guilty or self-conscious about it. They both
desperately needed to know that someone besides myself could love
them, someone who knew they were telepathic and wasn't afraid of
them. I think only a man like you could have done it."
Susan went on to tell me more: How the boys had been aware of
other people's sexual feelings since they were out of diapers,
sleeping together and experimenting with their own bodies. She said
(and I blushed) that if they were going to fool around with someone
else she would rather it be with someone she knew, and who loved them
both, than with a stranger off the street. She even said she was a
bit jealous of them!
We talked past midnight until both of us were yawning, and
finally said our good-nights. We hugged, chastely, like brother and
sister, drawn together by our mutual love for her sons. My love also
had a sexual element to it though. It was good not to have any
secrets, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep a little later, visions
of two identical boys dancing naked through my head.
CHAPTER 6
I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning, before
Cory and Chris came over. I saved it on a floppy disk and sent it
off to my publisher in New York, knowing she would be pleased. My
books had developed quite a following among boys and girls alike, and
sometimes my publisher paid for me to go on book-signing tours around
the country. I always enjoyed these trips, freely signing books for
all my young admirers, who would ask what my next one was about or
tell me some little story about themselves. I didn't think I'd go on
a tour for this one, though. I had a much better reason to stay
home. Two of them, in fact.
I still found it hard to believe that I had their mother's
blessing on our relationship. Not many mothers would allow their
sons to hang around with a confessed boy-lover, but that was exactly
what she had done. I felt I owed her something for being so
understanding, so I tried to think of something that would help her
with raising two young boys.
Cory and Chris would be starting school in a couple of weeks,
the end of their ninth summer sadly coming to an end. When they came
over I asked if their mother had bought them new school clothes yet,
and both boys frowned disgustedly at me for reminding them of the
dreaded end of their freedom before saying `no'. When I suggested a
shopping trip into Chicago however, they both perked up, excited
about a trip into the city even if it was for school clothes.
I decided to take them to the State Street Mall, a huge building
that took up almost an entire city block, soaring many floors into
the air. We parked in a parking garage across the street, and even
though the twins had lived on the north-side they gawked at the
skyscraping buildings, craning their thin necks all the way back as
they tried to see the tops. They had never been here before, since
it was too expensive a place for their mother to shop. It was my
first time here also. I had never had a reason to visit before.
They both held my hands as we wormed our way through the
bustling crowds, and occasionaly a passer-by would smile at the two
adorable boys and then at me, obviously thinking I was the twins'
father. Once inside the mall we found a directory, and the boys
gaped at the huge selection of stores. I felt rather intimidated
myself.
I found the name of a rather upscale department store on the 7th
floor, and we took an elevator up. Their eyes bugged out (and mine
too) when they saw the size of the boys' department. We wandered
about rather aimlessly until a saleswoman caught sight of the twins,
obviously also seeing double sales. She was a college-age girl
(whose name-tag said Dawn), and Cory and Chris were put at ease by
her friendly manner as she judged their size with an expert eye and
started displaying assorted clothes for their approval. The boys
took up residence in the dressing room as the girl almost frantically
brought item after item to them, taking some back when they made a
sour face, setting some on a growing pile of keepers when they
shrugged their consent. Cory seemed to favor Levi's blue-jeans,
while Chris preferred Bugle Boy. I couldn't decide which I liked
better as they modeled for me; both types showed off their backsides
quite nicely. Neither boy was too particular about shirts, choosing-
multi-colored pullovers of several varieties. Everything looked good
on them, but I liked them even better in just their white jockey
shorts as they dressed and undressed repeatedly. I recognized some
of the designer-names from the Sunday papers. I always looked
through the color pull-outs hoping to see a cute boy modeling
swimwear or (rarely) underwear. Girls, however, seemed to far
outnumber boys in that department, I lamented.
Once we had quite a sizable collection, I told Dawn that that
would be enough. She let out a breath of air, seeming regretful and
relieved at the same time. The boys had given her a good workout. I
watched as Chris and Cory pulled their own shorts and t-shirts back
on, and as they were tying their shoes I asked them if they needed
new underwear. Cory looked around to make sure the girl was busy
before nodding yes. Underwear wasn't something they needed a girl's
help with, evidently.
I asked Dawn where the underwear section was and she pointed in
it's general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but
Chris gave her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of
doing it themselves. She didn't mind, contenting herself with adding
up the numerous price-tags as we wandered off.
"She thinks you're our dad," Chris informed me, apparently
having heard her thoughts.
"I suppose we could pretend," I smiled at him, putting an arm
around each of my identical friends.
The boy hesitated a moment before asking, "Why don't you marry
our mom? Then you could REALLY be our dad."
His hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint
him. "It wouldn't be fair to your mom," I told him.
He looked up at me and I could see he didn't understand.
Surprisingly, Cory explained. "He means he likes us better than he
likes our mom."
I could see that Chris still didn't get it. "Your mother needs
a man who would love her the same way that I love both of you," I
elaborated. Chris frowned as he considered this, and finally
realized I was talking about the sexual aspect of our relationship.
He sighed, and I was as regretful as he was.
We found the long aisle that displayed Jockey, Fruit-of-the
Loom, Fun-Pals and several other brands. While Cory and Chris
browsed through them my mind imagined all the different sizes of boys
that would fill the dimunitive briefs, which came in assorted colors,
no less. Chris smiled at me knowingly, picking up my erotic
thoughts, and I shrugged helplessly back. I saw a small section
displaying a brand called Le' Tigre, and my heartbeat speeded up a
bit as I realized they were bikini-briefs, the same as a man would
wear only in boys' sizes. They didn't even have fly-fronts, since it
was easier to just pull them down and piss.
Cory sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood
pounding. He snickered when he saw what I was looking at. "I don't
have to be a mind-reader to know what YOU'RE thinking," he smirked,
as Chris walked over to see what all the fuss was about. The thought
of my sexy young friends wearing sexy little briefs beneath their new
clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Cory had to adjust
his own little pecker, empathicly connected to my own. "Behave
yourself," he admonished me, wagging his finger as I smiled
guiltily.
"Don't tease him, Cory," said his brother, defending my lustful
desires. "He can't help it." Chris picked up a package and studied
the designs on the small bikini-underpants. I saw one that came in a
spotted leopard-skin print, and I immediately thought of Johnny
Sheffield: `Boy' in the old Tarzan movies. Chris chuckled and
pounded his chest. "You Tarzan! Me Boy!" he said, comically trying
to deepen his treble voice. He looked at Cory and pointed. "Him
Jane!" Cory rolled his eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making
me even more embarrassed. "I'm sorry Tom," said Chris, smiling in
spite of his apology as he realized he was doing what he had just
told his brother not to do. "We'll wear 'em, if you really want us
to. Won't we Cor?"
Cory looked through the assortment and found some that were
printed in army camoflauge. "Sure," he chirped. "These are cool! I
can be Rambo!" He flexed his arm and displayed his wiry bicep.
I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to
wonder what their mother would think. I went over to the Jockey rack
and took a couple packages of regular, colored underpants. When the
twins looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, "We don't want your
mom to think I'm turning you two into male-strippers or something."
They laughed their high-pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried
our plunder back to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip-tease
was an intriguing one, though.
The boys watched in awe as the cash-register kept going and
going and going... finally coming to a stop at well over five
hundred dollars. Their mouths dropped in shock as they watched me
calmly hand over my gold-card, their eyes darting back in disbelief
to the total on the machine. The girl read my name on the card and I
saw her brow furrow in concentration. "Are you the children's
author?" she asked finally.
"Yes, I am." Already surprised by the amount of money I was
spending on them, Cory and Chris were further impressed at my being
recognized by a total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them
speechless for the first time since I had known them. Dawn proceeded
to tell us how her little brother had all of my books, and asked me
to give my autograph for him. She gave me a blank piece of paper and
told me to make it out to `Tony', which I did. Then she had me
autograph the credit-slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons.
Cory finally found his voice and eagerly informed her that I had just
finished another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in
his voice as he told Dawn to be sure and tell her brother about it.
Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our
booty and gave us a very sincere thank-you as we walked off. The
boys were having a hard time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to
keep them off the floor. I considered offering to help but both of
them shot me determined looks, Cory sensing my concern and Chris
hearing it. They had to switch arms several times before we made it
back to the car, where we put everything in the trunk. We walked
down to the corner and had lunch at McDonald's, and I asked them what
they wanted to do next.
"Could we go to the top of the Sear's tower?" asked Cory, after
a moments consideration. Chris nodded his eager approval of the
idea.
"Sure," I said. "I haven't been there for a while."
We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and
it was easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking
place. We were only half-way there, threading our way through the-
lunch-time crowds, when Chris started rubbing his temples as if he
had a bad headache. "You okay?" I asked him, as we waited for a
light to change so we could cross the street.
"Yeah," he said, but his expression was rather pained. "It's
all these people. They make a lot of noise up here." He pointed at
his head. "Sometimes it's hard to block it out."
I hadn't realized that his `receiver' might get scrambled from
being in a crowd, with so many people's thoughts intent on hurrying
or business. "Will you be all right?" He nodded grimly, and I could
tell it was hard for him. "How about you?" I asked Cory.
"I'm okay," he shrugged. "I can feel everyone's in a hurry, but
it doesn't really bother me. I can block it better than Chris can, I
guess, 'cause I don't have to listen to them. He's the telepathetic
one," he added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose.
"TelePATHic!" Chris exclaimed, exasperated by his brother's
attempt at humor.
"That's what I said," Cory responded mildly, giving me an
innocent look. His eyes were smiling, however.
"Can't you feel his headache though?" I asked, remembering how
Cory seemed to be `connected' to those he cared about, especially his
twin.
"I can tell his head hurts," he said, looking at his brother
with some concern, "but I can kinda block it out, when I have to."
"How come you don't `block it out' when I get a you-know-what?"
I asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of people.
Understanding that I meant how he always got a hard-on when I
did, he said seriously, "That's different. That feels GOOD!"
I couldn't think of any way to help his brother, so we continued
on. We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what
must have been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation
deck. Our ears popped when we got there. Chris seemed more at ease
now that we weren't in the middle of a crowd, and I gave both boys
some change for the telescopes that were placed all along the
windows. I pointed out some planes circling around O'hare airport,
seeming to be at the same altitude as we were. It was a beautiful
view, and the boys ran around eagerly pointing out all the
landmarks. Cory placed his forehead against the window, staring wide
eyed at the ground far below, and I felt a stab of apprehension
seeing him separated from the thin air outside by only a few inches
of glass. Feeling my nervousness, the boy grinned at me devilishly
and held his arms out, continuing to lean his head against the window
and saying, "I'm flying!" He was a typical boy, in spite of his
psychic abilities.
When we had seen all there was to see I suggested, jokingly,
that we walk down instead of taking the elevator. Both boys looked
at me as if I had lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted
down in the elevator and made faces trying to get our ears popped
again. There were a few stores on the ground-level, and I saw
something that gave me an idea. "If you listened to something on
that," I said to Chris, pointing to a Walkman with headphones, "would
that help you block out the crowds?"
Chris considered this, and decided it might work. We went into
the store and I asked Cory if he wanted one too, since I wanted to be
fair about it, but surprisingly he said no. They weren't like other
brothers, who felt a constant need to compete or have the same things
that the other one had. So, with Chris wearing the headphones and
listening to a radio station, we headed back out to the busy street.
After a half-block, while Chris was singing along to some song that
we couldn't hear, I poked him on the shoulder and he looked up at me,
beaming his sunny smile. Evidently my idea had worked; the music
gave him something else to listen to.
When we got back to the car Chris slid next me, while Cory took
the passenger seat. Chris took off the Walkman and wrapped his soft
arms around my neck, planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips.
"Thanks Tom," he said, smiling.
"Yeah," echoed his brother. "Thanks for all the cool clothes
and stuff." I smiled at both of them, letting them know I
appreciated their thanks. I suppose some people might accuse me of
trying to buy their affection with gifts, in the hopes of receiving
sexual favors from them. The twins already liked me, however, and
were quite aware that I was sexually attracted to them. My motives
weren't nearly so devious. I simply wanted to buy them things to
make them happy, to show that I loved them. In this regard, I'm no
different than a man buying something for his wife or girlfriend (or
boyfriend, for that matter).
Back at home we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and
returned to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the
afternoon, Susan would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to
go swimming. I booted the computer and resumed the game where we had
left off a few days ago, and Chris took up station at the keyboard
while Cory went to the kitchen and came back with Cokes for them and
a beer for me. He handed me the beer and sat on my lap, leaning back
against me and eying my can hopefully, so I gave him a swallow and
listened to the obligatory belch. He snuggled his small, warm body
against me as we watched Chris play the game, giving occasional
suggestions which Chris would then carry out.
I wrapped my arms around the young boy in my lap, and he put his
left arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with the sweet
aroma of nine-year-old boyhood as he relaxed against me. I stroked
his bare leg and he kicked off his sneakers, revealing his small,
dainty feet and placing them up on the chair, exposing his tender
thighs to my caresses. Running my hand over Cory's slender leg gave
me an erection, naturally, and soon the boy had to tweak his own
growing penis through his shorts, as he responded to my desire. I
looked at his beautiful face, and his trusting smile seemed to draw
my lips to his. I kissed him softly, lovingly, feeling his moist
lips press against my own, filling me with a passion that seemed to
be returned as I heard him moan slightly, his lips vibrating with the
sound. I felt his mouth open, granting me access to the warm wetness
within as I continued stroking his leg, my finger teasing against the
small bulge of his scrotum hidden beneath his underpants. Cory
seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as we
kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand
found it's way beneath his shirt. I had never kissed a boy this way
before, and was surprised at how passionately he returned my oral
caress. I realized he was empathically feeling my lustful love, and
was reflecting it back at me mixed with his own desire. The result
was a young boy of nine acting like a female in heat, his breath
coming faster through his nostrils as my own increased as well.
Pushing my fingers under his shorts, I squeezed the small hardness
within and was rewarded with a sensual groan from the boy's mouth,
fastened to my own. Then I heard a slight cough on my left, and
remembered Chris. I pulled away from Cory, and both of us were
panting, grinning with surprise at each other. Chris seemed to be
pouting slightly, watching us morosely.
"What about me?" he said, sounding a little envious at all the
attention his brother was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable
dillemma of trying to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only
one mouth.
"He's jealous," said Cory, appraising his brother. He didn't
say it mockingly, though.
"Am not!" Chris lied. If anyone could tell how he felt, Cory
could. Chris realized he was wasting his time trying to fool us and
shrugged, looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that
these non-competitive brothers could be possessive over my
affections.
"I don't think all three of us could fit in this chair without
falling over," I told them, making Chris grin a little at the
thought.
"We could go to your bedroom," Cory suggested not-so
innocently. Chris nodded his agreement, looking eager.
I shrugged, trying to appear non-chalant but knowing that they
were aware that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Cory in my
arms and he wrapped himself around me as Chris followed us into the
bedroom. I threw Cory on the bed and started tickling him, then I
grabbed his brother and did the same. I wanted to keep things fun,
yet also erotic. Lying alongside of Chris, I grabbed his thin wrists
and pinned his arms over his head, tickling his belly and armpits.
While Chris wiggled in glee, Cory -- ever the mischevous one--
grabbed hold of his brother's shorts and underpants and quickly
pulled them off, leaving Chris naked from the waist down. I glanced
at the stiff little boy-tool poking up from his pale groin and gave
it a playful squeeze, making the boy giggle again. I started softly
rubbing over his belly, then underneath his shirt, stroking over his-
stretched-out rib-cage and little nipples. When I released his arms
he kept them over his head, enjoying the sensation of my stroking
hand, a contented smile on his face.
"Take off his shirt," Cory prompted, willing to expose his
brother for everyone's enjoyment. Since Chris hadn't protested, I
bundled his shirt up to his armpits and pulled it off over his head
and arms. Chris remained lying there sedately, stretched out with
one leg slightly bent outward, no longer ashamed or embarrassed at
being naked in front of me. I had seen both of them nude several
times now, after all. In fact, I think they were both quite pleased
with the effect their smooth young bodies had on me, and the unique
personalities contained within them made them even more special.
`Kiss me like you did Cory,' I heard inside my head, as his
brother laid down on the other side next to him. I pushed my right
arm beneath Chris's shoulders and neck, lifting his head slightly as
I lowered my own, watching his eyes close in anticipation. I brushed
my lips softly against his own, and he giggled a little in response.
His reaction would be different than Cory's, I could tell, since he
lacked his brother's empathic ability to feel my passion and return
it. He was a playful kitten, while Cory was the aggresive tiger. It
required a mental adjustment to my love-making, so I playfully pecked
at his lips while my left hand roamed over the boy's bare front,
occasionaly going low enough to stroke over his little hard-on and
balls. Sticking my tongue out I licked across his lips, and his own
tongue came out to say hello. As I explored inside his mouth,
breathing in his sweet boy-breath, I could tell he was getting into
it now. No longer giggling, he was making little grunts of pleasure
as I continued petting his smooth skin, feeling his body squirm in
pleasure. My hand unexpectedly met another one on Chris's chest, as
Cory started massaging the nude boy between us.
Breaking off our kiss, I moved down to his chest and flicked my
tongue across his left nipple before closing my lips on the erect
little flesh-bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to hear soft moans
of ecstacy inside my head; apparently Chris was unintentionally
broadcasting his pleasure. I felt the boy's back arch and a soft
`oooh' escape his lips, and when I looked down between his legs I saw
that Cory had moved between them and was now sucking on his brother's
penis. Startled at the sight of the stiff little organ being drawn
happily into his mouth, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for
a few seconds. Cory noticed me looking at him and took his lips off
of his brother long enough to smile at me before going back to work.
I had to remind myself that these weren't a couple of naive nine-year
olds; they had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and
desires since infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each-other.
Since Cory appeared quite experienced at what he was doing, I
moved back to Chris's mouth. I wanted to be kissing him when he
came, and to feel his young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue
again entered between his lips he wrapped his arms tightly around my
neck, kissing me almost as passionately as Cory had. While I
fingered his stiff little-boy tits, I could feel his body arching and
pushing, rythmically pumping in sexual abandon, as Cory and I made
love to him.
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while,
I had been hearing his little moans being broadcast telepathically.
When the boy climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with him, as
waves of pulsating pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure,
youthful joy, echoed by the quivering body in my arms. I heard Cory
and myself moaning along with him, as we both felt Chris's dry
orgasm.
Almost as quickly as it started it was over. "Wow," was all I
could say as I looked in awe at the panting boy spread out on my
bed.
"It's neat how he does that, huh?" said Cory, grinning widely
above his brother's wet little dick, which was slowly lowering itself
after it's amazing feat. Chris opened his eyes and smiled happily at
me, glad that he could now share his orgasms with someone other than
his brother.
"You can suck me, if you want," Cory told me impishly, playing
with his brother's now shrunken penis.
"Wait a minute," Chris said, cocking his head. "Mom's home.
She's on her way over here." Cory frowned, as dissapointed as I
was.
I looked admiringly at the nude boy lying so relaxed on my bed.
"You better get dressed," I told him. Even if Susan didn't mind our
fooling around I didn't feel comfortable having her see us like
this.
"Why?" said Chris mischevously, stretching himself out
comfortably and making no move to do what I said.
Instead of saying something typically adult, like `Because I
said so,' I simply grabbed the boy and flipped him over on his
stomach across my legs, giving his bare butt a few slaps until he
laughingly gave up. Susan knocked just as he finished dressing and
we all went out to greet her.
"Hi guys," said Susan as the boys hugged her hello. Chris asked
if she had seen all their new clothes. "Yes, I did. You're spoiling
them again Tom," she said with mock seriousness. I could tell she
appreciated it, though. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Have him over for dinner," Cory suggested with a shrug. His
simple solution met with approval from us all, and a short while
later we enjoyed a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs.
During dinner, an idea began to take shape in my head as I
watched the boys slurping up strings of spaghetti. Chris picked up
my thought and looked at me in astonishment. "You want to write a
book about us?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Chris!" his mother admonished, realizing he must have been
reading my mind since I hadn't said anything.
"It's alright Susan," I assured her. "I'm used to it by now."
They were all looking at me now, wondering if Chris's remark was
accurate, so I explained. "Well, maybe not about you, but kind of
based on you. It would be a story about two boys like yourselves,
but the rest would be made up. I'm thinking kind of like a sword and
sorcery type book. Fantasy." A couple of my books had been set in
medieval times, so I felt confident of being able to create a made-up
world based on that era. I looked at Cory and Chris and was pleased
to see their eyes wide, flattered speechless about having a book
based on them.
"You mean there'd be magic and stuff?" asked Cory finally.
"Can we help?" his brother asked eagerly.
"I'll be a magician-prince and a warrior," said Cory
boastfully.
"Me too!" echoed Chris.
"But I was born first, so that means I get to be king when the
old one dies."
"Hey, wait a minute," argued Chris. Susan rolled her eyes at me
as if to say, `See what you've started?'
"Hold on you two," I cut in, heading off any further argument.
"I'm the writer here, remember?" They both grinned at me
sheepishly. "It's just an idea right now, but I'll let you know what
I come up with."
We finished our dinner and the boys cleared the table, while I
took a seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dish-washer the
boys joined me while Susan went off to take to take a shower. We
watched old reruns on Nickleodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere,
going through possible plots for the story. Once in a while Chris
would look at me, hearing the ideas in my head and wanting to
comment, but he politely remained silent, not wanting to interrupt
me. When Susan returned I thanked her for the dinner and said
goodnight, since I wanted to get home and start writing things down.
The boys kissed me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would
take them but remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my `creative
juices'.
I finished a rough outline for the book that night, surprising
myself at how easy it was. I usually took a few weeks break between
stories, but this one seemed to be rolling out quickly. I guess I
was doubly inspired.
CHAPTER 7
Before I knew it, Cory and Chris had entered 4th grade at their
new school. They seemed to like it, even though they claimed -- as
all kids do-- that they didn't. Almost every day they would proudly
show me the A's and B's they got on their schoolwork. Actually,
Chris got most of the A's, and Cory most of the B's. (I had learned
from Susan that their grades used to be as identical as the twins
were. They had cheated. Cory would silently ask his brother what an
answer was, and Chris gave it to him, wrong or right. Their undoing
had been the fact that each had had the same WRONG answers. Their
teacher thought they must have been using elaborate hand-signals.
Needless to say, Susan quickly corrected their ways.) Most parents
probably feel relieved when their kids go off to school. I wasn't
the twins' father, but I couldn't possibly be glad of their absence.
I missed watching the nine-year-olds run around in their speedos (or
less) every day. They were very affectionate young boys, always
willing to hug and be hugged, kiss and be kissed. Especially Chris.
He loved to cuddle with me, sitting in my lap and talking to me with
his thoughts. Cory, on the other hand, was able to feel my desires.
The little imp liked to tease me by kissing me wetly and passionately
for a few minutes and then running off, leaving me all hot and
bothered. He always made up for it though, eventually.
Both boys seemed grateful to have a man in their lives again.
They had different ways of showing it though, which matched their
individual selves. Cory liked to roughhouse, wrestling with me or
begging me to play catch or some other sport outside. He had joined
the soccer team at school, and you could see the absolute joy in his
face when I came with Susan and Chris to watch his games. He was
also well aware of the effect his soccer shorts had on me. The loose
fitting shorts, combined with calf-covering knee-socks, highlighted
his long, deliciously smooth thighs very nicely. He almost seemed to
flaunt his boyishly-sexy body, just to arouse me. Ironically, even
though Cory was the more `jockish' of the two, he didn't think our-
love-making was sissy or queer. Maybe it was because he could tell
how deeply I cared for him, and he knew (even at the age of nine)
that sex was one way of showing that love.
Chris didn't seem to care much about sports. He played outside
with us, but he just didn't have that competitive desire. He was a
lot like myself, to be honest. The more artistic and creative of the
two, he seemed rather quiet and contemplative, next to his outgoing
brother. He was quite content to sit on my lap while I worked on the
book, and his suggestions for it were really insightful. He could
follow my thoughts on whatever problem I was having and usually come
up with something that would work. Chris seemed to need nothing more
than my love and affection, which I gladly gave. We didn't really
need to be doing anything together, as with Cory. He was taking art
lessons at school, and he definitely showed some talent. He would
beam proudly when I praised his creations, several of which were now
hanging on my refrigerator.
Two boys, identical on the outside, yet so different on the
inside, like two sides of the same coin. I missed them both. Having
them in school left a void in my days, which I tried to fill by
writing. It was a poor substitute, but at least making a book based
on them helped. They were all I ever thought about anyway. It
wasn't until later that I fully understood the depth of their love
for each-other, and for me.
It was only a few days after their education re-started that I
learned just how boundless Chris's telepathy was. I was moping about
the house late one morning, unable to really concentrate on the book,
and considering a job in the teaching profession so I could be near
them again. Perhaps the school needed another janitor. Out of
nowhere came a soft voice. `Don't be sad,' I heard in my head.
"Jesus!" I shouted, nearly jumping out of my skin. It had sounded
like he was right next to me. "Chris? Aren't you in school?"
Foolishly I looked around, expecting to find him hiding somewhere.
A boyish giggle came before he answered. `Sorry. I didn't mean
to scare you. Of course I'm in school.'
"You mean you can talk to me all the way from there?" It was
easier for me to speak out-loud. I knew he'd hear.
`Sure.' I could almost picture him shrug. `Sometimes I get
bored and talk to my mom, but she usually tells me to pay attention
to class. You were feeling sorry for yourself so I thought I'd say
hello. We won't be gone forever, you know.'
"I know," I chuckled, amazed that this boy's mind was unhindered
by distance, and that he cared enough to want to cheer me up. "It
just seems that way, I guess. I miss you. Both of you."
`We'll be back this afternoon, for gosh sakes. Ooops, the
teacher's telling me to wake up. I've got my eyes closed. Gotta
go. Bye Tom!' A few seconds pause, then `Oh. Love you!' He
explained later (when he got home) that he could close his eyes and
picture me or his mom and make a `connection', no matter where he
was. Unlike his brother, who had to be near someone in order to
`feel' them, Chris wasn't limited by distance. This became a daily
occurrence, and my days passed easier.
Susan's hours were more regular now that the twins were in
school, getting home every night around six, and we settled into a
routine. First, the boys would come to my place after school and do
their homework. Then they would read what I had written that day for
the book and make comments and suggest a change here or there. I had
to admit they made good editors, telling me their characters, Corin
and Crispen, should do this or that. I took care of Tomas, the
character based on me. I had to be in it too, of course.
In the book, the twins were sorcerer's apprentices, with me
being the sorcerer. Basically, I get captured by an evil king and
saved by the two psychic boys. It was coming along rather well, but
I could tell it was going to be longer than any of my previous
stories. I worried that my young readers might be intimidated by
such a long novel, but the twins assured me that it was just fine,
and I trusted their judgement. Another concern was that it was
becoming tinged with a subtle kind of eroticism. Nothing so graphic
as sex, of course, but with little things like the boys and the
sorcerer (me) swimming naked in a lake, or kissing and hugging quite
a bit. There was even a scene where the man gave the boys a bath,
which seemed a bit much, in hindsight. I had made my character
deliberately old, to make him seem more venerable (who ever heard of
a young wizard?), but the boys and he obviously loved and cared about-
each-other, and he thought them beautiful. I mentioned this to Chris
one day and he just shrugged, unconcerned. "But it's just like WE
are," he pointed out, meaning the three of us. "You're writing the
story for boys, and I think a lot of boys would like to have an old
man like you love them. Um, I mean like the sorcerer," he added, his
eyes twinkling with amusement. I had to swat his bottom for that,
and he squealed happily at having `got' me, but he seemed to know
what he was talking about. I let it be.
After the editing session we sometimes went outside to play
catch or throw a frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the
grass. Jeremy, the 12-year-old from the pool, occasionaly joined us
in our outdoor romps. He and the twins went to the same school and
rode the bus together, and had become good friends. When the three
of them ganged-up on me they could usually get me pinned to the
ground with ease. Actually, I didn't put up much of a fight. I
didn't mind being on the bottom of a giggling pile of boys at all.
With the twins, my hands would poke and grope them everywhere while
we struggled, but with Jeremy I restrained myself to an occasional-
belly-tickle. He was certainly tempting, but I wasn't sure how he
would react to the liberties I took with Cory and Chris. Boy-love
and paranoia go hand-in-hand. I'm sure the twins knew I found Jeremy
attractive, but they never said anything about it. It was kind of a
"You can look but don't touch" relationship. They would have been
jealous if I shared my affections with anyone else, the same as I
would be if they `messed around' with another man.
On cold or rainy days the three of us would cuddle on the couch
watching TV, or play games on the computer. My hands had a good time
stroking the smooth, warm skin under their shirts until Susan came
home. Once in a while things went beyond cuddling and shirts, but we
usually saved our energies for Saturday night. That was when their
mother would go out with friends and Cory and Chris would spend the
night with me.
On some afternoons the twins took the initiative, seemingly
anxious for a bit of sex-play. Whether they were responding to my
desire or their own I don't know. Nor do I care. I think it was the
2nd or 3rd time that I started recognizing the signals of what they
had in mind. They rushed through their homework and tackled me on
the couch, which was how these sessions had always begun. Cory and
Chris, like boys in general, liked to follow a set pattern or
routine, and these little sexual forays seemed to be following the
same script. I suppose it gave them a sense of being in control of
the situation, and they could know what to expect. After we had
wrestled a while the boys would declare that they were hot, and then
strip off their clothes until they wore just their underpants.
Staying true to form, that's what they did. They were both wearing
the little bikini-briefs I had bought for them several weeks ago.
Chris wore the leopard-skin print, and Cory had on his favorite
camoflauge. The low-rise briefs covered about as much skin as their
speedos had, and their diminutive boy-parts were nicely outlined
beneath the thin material, promising more to come. The smooth, lean,
identical bodies of the two young boys seemed even more enticing and
sensual when they were barely covered. They knew that I thought
this, which was why they left the tiny garments on. The twins wanted
to please me as much as I wanted to please them, as any good, loving
relationship should be.
Free of their clothes, we wrestled some more on the carpet, my
hands poking and squeezing wherever I wanted, until I allowed myself
(as usual) to be pinned. This time it happened to be Cory,
straddling me on my chest with his near-naked body, his thin arms
holding mine to the floor. Leaning over me like that, I got a nice
view of his bare chest, with his tiny nipples pointing at my face.
"I win!" he crowed in his high voice. Following the rules they had
established long before in their own twinly struggles, he grinned
impishly, sat up and pulled down the front of his `Rambo' briefs.
His stiff little boner stuck out eagerly, waiting for it's reward.
"Kiss it!" he demanded, victorious. Always one to follow the
rules, I lifted my head and he leaned forward again until his pecker
poked at my lips. I placed several kisses on the tender little thing
before taking it in my mouth. Over the past few weeks the rules had
been amended to include a blow-job. My tongue was always happy to
fellate and stimulate their young, hairless hard-ons, something we
all enjoyed to no end since they were dry and could climax several
times in a row.
As soon as I sucked him in, Cory began humping my mouth in
earnest. I wasn't in as much of a hurry as he was, however. I
pulled down his underpants until his butt was bared and grabbed him
with my thumbs on his hips and my fingers squeezing his baby-soft
buns. This way, I could hold him up a bit and also slow him down. I
didn't want his rigid little sausage poking my eye out in his
frenzy. Chris snickered when he heard that thought, then he put a
pillow under my head to make me more comfortable. After only a few
minutes of stroking himself in and out of my mouth, Cory climaxed. I
could feel his buttocks clenching beneath my fingers as his body
shuddered in delight. I think my excitement, combined with his own,
made him reach the peak quicker than his twin could.
His brother was the next youngster on my list of things to do.
As Cory rolled over to catch his breath, I sat up and grabbed hold of
Chris. I was straying from the `script' just a little, but no-one
complained. He laughed delightedly as he tried to escape, and
squealed in protest as I deftly pulled off his little underpants.
The boy tried heroically to protect his already stiffened cocklet,
but to no avail. My tickling fingers showed no mercy as I playfully
squeezed the tiny organ. Taking the pillow, I stretched Chris out on
top of it, putting it beneath his back. Eager to help `torture' his
brother, Cory crawled over and held Chris's arms to the floor, over
the boy's head, while I sat lightly on his knees. Chris realized his
immobile predicament at once, and his face showed a kind of dread
mixed with anticipation as he wriggled, trying to escape. It was
useless, of course, but he had to make the effort.
I ran my fingers over his underarms, and Cory had to hold on
tighter as his brother jerked in reflex. Continuing down his naked
body, I stroked over the boy's nipples, feeling the hard little tips
for a few seconds before moving on. His back was arched over the
pillow, and his every breath served to make his ribs and hips stand
out in sharp detail. Chris was grinning as I came to his stiffened
young penis, and it twitched with anticipation when I softly touched
it. He knew exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself
off of his knees he willingly lifted his legs and spread himself wide
apart. His thighs were almost at right-angles to his body, with his
knees nearly touching the carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to
share the same limberness.
I stretched out on my stomach on top of him, being careful to
keep my weight on my elbows. If boy-love is a religion, I was about
to perform my devotions. Feeling the heat of his body beneath me, I
kissed the shallow depression in the center of his chest. Tasting
him with my tongue, I licked a small nipple, sensing his life-blood
pumping beneath it's tiny, protruding point. It felt amazingly like
kissing his lips; the two seemed to be made of the same soft
substance, and both could `pucker'. The boy's breathing increased in
tempo, and I felt his narrow hips rise slightly as he pushed himself
against me. Moving downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the boy
godling of my faith. His tender, soft flesh was the most precious
substance in existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside
my head made him seem all the more divine. Then I came to the totem,
the idol, of my religion: the phallus. The small, rigid penis stood
at the center of my universe, as well as at the center of his body,
my altar. Beautiful in it's absolute perfection, unblemished by
coarse hair or smelly sweat, I kissed it.
Cory broke the spell. "Hey, he didn't pin you!" he protested,
aware that his twin was about to get a blow-job. Blow-job. Such a
crude word for an act that bordered on divine revelation.
"I don't have to pin him," Chris replied smugly. He turned his
head to stick his tongue out at his brother. Cory scowled and
released his arms, but Chris stayed as he was. "Don't stop," he
breathed softly.
Eager to obey his commands, and to regain the sensations of a
moment before, I caressed him again with my lips. If someone had
told me a few months ago that I would someday be sucking a naked,-
spread-eagled, nine-year-old boy on my carpet I would have laughed
derisively. Yet here I was, and it wasn't a dream. It wasn't the
first time either, but it still held me in awe. His tiny testes
rested happily on my tongue as I sucked in his satiny sack. A small
purse of thin, sensitive boy-skin, I could feel the heat within his
body as I rolled the small nuggets around in my mouth. The boy's
legs twitched as I tickled his groin with my oral caresses, and his
whimpers of pleasure now also escaped his lungs as well as his mind.
I went down on his erection, closing my lips around it so quickly
that he groaned in surprise, his body trembling with joyful lust.
The sensitive organ seemed to pulse with a life of it's own as my
tongue slowly stroked it's hard, short length. We were both in
heaven, and Cory's empathy drew him in with us, the feelings we were
enjoying filling his own young body with an equal pleasure. He was
breathing as hard as Chris was as he stretched out alongside him. I
had witnessed their lovemaking before, but it was still a wonder to
behold as they kissed deeply, Cory's hand roaming freely over his
brother's naked chest. He pulled out his own boner and rubbed
himself against Chris's side, his strokes perfectly matching the up
and down movements my mouth was making on his twin.
I was beyond thought as I heard and felt them both struggle
towards the peak, the small penis in my mouth demanding relief as it
pushed upwards beneath me, trying to get every millimeter inside my
suctioning mouth. With a final grunt of effort, both boys climaxed.
Chris's orgasm seemed to flow out of his writhing body directly into
my mind, and I couldn't hold myself back either. I came with them.
Like wood thrown on a fire, our orgasms fed on each-other; Cory not
only felt his own climax, but those of mine and Chris as well. Chris
could feel my mind and his brother's, which increased his own
pleasure and fed it back to us. It was truly a religious experience,
and it left all three of us panting and exhausted when we came back
to earth. It hadn't been the first time we all came at once, but it
still left us speechless, full of wonder that we could share our love
so completely. It also wouldn't be the last.
***
The reader might get the impression that life with my twin loves
was idyllic, that they were never naughty or got into trouble. While
they were better behaved than most boys, they still weren't angels.
I don't really think I wanted them to be, either. As if to prove it,
Cory got into a fight at school. Over Chris, of all things. I was
working at the computer one afternoon when suddenly Chris's panicked
voice filled my head. `Cory's fighting!' he nearly screamed.
"What!? What's going on?" I shouted to the air.
`It's Cory! He's fighting a BIG kid!' I could tell he expected
me to do something, but what, I don't know. I wasn't there. Before
I could ask him again what was going on, he said a teacher had come
over and had broken it up. Then there was silence. Feeling worried
and helpless, I sat there wondering what to do. I couldn't call the
school and ask if Cory was alright; they would wonder how I knew what
had happened. It wasn't until an hour-and-a-half later that my phone
rang. It was their principal, and she told me what I already knew,
that Cory had been in a fight. I asked if he was alright, and sighed
in relief when she said yes. I also had to come pick him up, so we
could have a "chat", she said. The fact that she was calling me
didn't surprise me. Susan had given the school my number for
emergencies as well as her own. The principal said she had called
Susan at work, and Susan -- apparently deciding I was ready to deal
with insubordination-- told her to call me. How wonderful.
I was not a happy person when I got to the woman's office a
short while later. Chris had stayed after school as well, to wait
for his brother. Outside the office, he sensed my mood as well as
Cory could have, and said nothing. The principal ushered me inside,
where Cory sat with his head down, looking embarrassed. He glanced
at me, feeling my annoyance at having to come here, and his
expression was somewhat guilty, yet there was also a trace of
good'ole nine-year-old stubbornness. He had a small bruise under his
left eye, and his clothes were a mess, but it didn't look like he had
been really hurt.
The principal asked what my connection was to the family, and I
said I was a close friend. She probably thought this meant Susan and
I were dating, but that didn't matter. She said she wasn't really
sure who started it, but such behavior would not be tolerated in her
school. She had already spoken to the parent of the other boy
involved. I felt like a kid myself. There's something about being
in a principal's office, no matter what your age. Then she asked if
I was the childrens' author, and we got along swell. Cory sat
silently fidgeting while we talked about my books and finally, after
she was satisfied that I could deal competently with him, she
released us. Riding back home in the car, I said nothing, and
neither did the boys. I knew Cory could feel my irritation and
disappointment, and I wanted him to `sweat it out' a bit. I could
feel him glance nervously at me once in a while.
`Aren't you gonna say anything?' Chris asked me silently.
`Not just yet,' I thought back at him. `I'll wait till we're
home.'
Back at my place, I sat on the couch and looked at Cory
expectantly. "It wasn't my fault!" he said hotly, defensively. He
went on to explain that it had all been on account of Chris. It
seems a sixth-grader had decided Chris would be a good subject for
his bullying. Chris had been quietly reading a book underneath a
tree during recess when the older boy came along with some friends,
tore the book from Chris's hands and called him a wimp for liking to
read. Cory (who had been playing basketball) was there in a flash,
sensing his brother's distress. Cory declared that if the older boy
wanted to bother Chris, he'd have to go through him. Push came to
shove, and shove came to hit. Soon both boys were rolling in the
dirt, until a teacher broke it up.
"I didn't ask you to get in a fight over it," Chris said softly,
slightly embarrassed. Cory was staring at me defiantly, daring me to
find fault with him for wanting to protect his `baby brother'.
"Your excuse may be good," I told him slowly, gathering my
thoughts, "but that's still no way to behave. If Chris wasn't being
hurt, and he didn't ask for you to help him, you should have stayed
out of it."
Cory looked at me in disbelief. I knew what he was thinking,
even if I wasn't psychic. How could I say such a thing? How come I
wasn't proud of him for sticking up for his twin? Actually I was,
because it made me realize once again how deeply he loved his
brother, but fighting had to be stopped. "Chris would've just sat
there and took it!" he declared, his anger rising. Chris looked
slightly insulted at this.
"You're not always going to be around when Chris needs your
help," I explained patiently. "Sooner or later he'll have to deal
with a situation like that on his own, and you won't be there. If he
sits there and takes it, so be it. If he fights back, so be it. The
point is that he has to make the decision himself. Fighting is no
way to solve anything, but I hope he would defend himself if worse
came to worse. Next time, stay out of it."
Cory took this as an affront to his role of `big brother'. His
face darkened and he said with a quiet, yet deadly voice, "You don't
have any right to tell me what to do. You're not my father."
Chris's jaw dropped in shock as he looked at his twin in disbelief.
In a way, it was good to know that even an empathic boy could lash
out with a bit of healthy rebellion, but his words still stung a
little.
I looked him in the eye and I knew he felt my hurt, but he still
had a stubborn expression. "You're absolutely right Cory," I said
calmly. "I'm not your father. Just because I care a great deal
about what happens to you and Chris doesn't give me any right to tell
you what to do. I guess you can go."
Now it was Cory's turn to look surprised. It obviously hadn't
been what he expected. Chris gave me an admiring smile; he knew
exactly what I was doing. Cory half-turned as if to leave,
indecisive, then faced me, biting his lip worriedly. "I... I didn't
mean that," he said, his face apologetic. He struggled for words.
"You're b-better than a father."
I pulled him to me and gave him a hug, letting him know the
spiteful words were forgotten. Things said in anger should never be
taken seriously. His body was stiff at first, but then he relaxed as
the last trace of resistance washed away and he hugged me back. Cory
stood back up and promised he wouldn't get in any more fights, unless
of course his brother actually needed help. I could live with that.
"Are you gonna punish me?" he asked worriedly, but he also looked
somewhat hopeful. I realized he wanted some kind of reprimand; to
his thinking, it was another one of those father-son type things that
he thrived on.
"Spank him!" Chris suggested gleefully. Cory gave him a dark
look.
"No, I think he'd LIKE that too much," I teased.
"You mean YOU would," Cory retorted with a smirk. I tried to
grab him but he skipped away, laughing.
I came up with something that would fit the crime. "I know
what. Your punishment is to do the dishes, dry 'em and put 'em
away."
"But you've got a dishwasher!" Cory objected. So did their
mother. Dishes were not something these boys had to do very often.
My dishwasher was full, too, and he knew it.
"I know I do," I said smugly. "I'm looking at him." Chris
chuckled and Cory grumbled at him as he stomped into the kitchen
without another word. Soon we heard dishes clanking a bit roughly in
the sink.
Chris looked at me thoughtfully. "He's not really mad," he said
softly. "He kind of wanted you to punish him."
"I know he did," I said, feeling rather pleased with myself at
the way I had handled everything. I was sure Susan would approve.
Chris cocked his head, studying me. "You're pretty smart."
"Of course," I boasted. "I'm a boy-ologist!"
After a while, we silently went to the kitchen and helped Cory
finish his punishment. "So," I said, putting away a glass, "you
actually took on a 6th-grader?" Cory's proud, smiling face could
have lit up a darkened room.
CHAPTER 8
October came along with all the colors of a Midwestern fall, and
the unavoidable happened: Cory and Chris turned 10. Their age no
longer in the single-digits, my young friends could no longer be
considered little boys, if indeed they ever were. They acted normal
enough, but I knew how hard it had been for them to deal with their
talents while growing up. Most little kids were safe and secure from
the harsh realities of the outside world, but not Cory and Chris.
Their so-called `innocence' had been stripped from them while they
were still in diapers. To avoid being feared and misunderstood they
had learned at an early age to keep their talents hidden. Rejected
by their own father, the boys depended on Susan's love -- and their
love for each-other-- to counter-balance what they heard and felt
around them every day. The twins had always slept together, in spite
of having bunk-beds; it made them feel more secure.
Susan had told me that when they were still very young the three
of them sometimes went for walks to the park. Occasionaly they would
come upon a homeless person huddled against a wall somewhere. Cory
would look gravely at the man or woman, feeling the destitute
hopelessness coming from the person's very soul. The boy would glare
at his mother angrily, as if she should be able to make things
better, yet knowing she was as helpless as he. With a solemn face,
Cory would dig in his pockets and give the person whatever he found;
be it a piece of string, a stray penny or nickel, or some pretty
stone he had found earlier. The little boy's honest, sincere
compassion usually brought forth a tear and a "God bless you
child" from the individual as they took his small offering. It might
have been worthless, but it was far from meaningless. The only thing
that could ever make one of the twins hurt another human-being was if
the other were in danger. They were good boys, and it was an honor
to be loved by them.
On the Saturday of their birthday I threw them a big party at
the local pizza-parlor. We invited quite a few of their friends from
school, including several girls. I was fairly sure neither Cory or
Chris was gay, although obviously I wouldn't have had any problem
with it if they were. They had both had a crush on a female teacher
once, and now I could see how they were behaving towards their pretty
schoolmates. (Pretty for girls, that is. Their beauty paled in
comparison to that of the handsome pair of boys.) While a single boy
would be somewhat torn between acting shy and showing-off, the twins
split the two behaviors between them. Chris acted shy and Cory did
the showing-off. For Cory that basically meant acting silly, and
more than a little rude. He belched a lot, or opened his mouth wide
to present a lovely display of half-chewed pizza. The girls were
suitably disgusted. Susan was mostly shocked, and put a stop to it
soon enough.
No, they weren't gay. The two of them were simply at that pre
adolescent stage in life where the male body, with it's familiar
anatomy, was more fun to play with and more interesting than a
girl's. After all, what parts did a girl have that could be stroked
and fondled to an obvious state of arousal? Cory and Chris had a
very hedonistic attitude when it came to their bodies and sex.
Basically, if it felt good, they did it. Or let ME do it. Their
attraction to me was based more on love and friendship, rather than
anything physical, and our love-making grew out of that. We just
wanted to make each-other feel as good as possible, which is what
love is all about. It was why I threw them a party; I wanted them to
be happy and have fun.
I was sort of the celebrity guest-of-honor as well as the host,
since most of the kids had read some of my books or had at least
heard of me. The twins flaunted me like some kind of prize-trophy,
making sure there were no doubts over whom I `belonged' to.
Autographed placemats and napkins were freely given, with their
permission. Cory boastfully told his friends that I was writing my
next book about him and his brother, which impressed everyone
nicely. I wasn't sure if it had been wise to say this, since the
story dealt with their psychic talents, but it was too late now and
both boys were really proud about the book. I suppose they could
pass off the telepathic parts as fiction, if they wanted.
I got to meet Susan's parents when they came a little later.
They seemed like a friendly couple, and reminded me a lot of my old
neighbors. I'm sure they thought that Susan and I had a `thing'
going. Little did they know that my `thing' was for their
grandsons. The boys hugged them hello, but I could see some
uneasiness between them and their grandmother. She knew of their
talents, and it obviously made her uncomfortable being around them,
which the twins could sense. It was a shame, really. Every kid
needs that special spoiling that only grandparents can give. Their
grandfather, for his part, seemed to be at ease around them, and they
with him. The twins led him off to play the various games the pizza
parlor offered, and all three were having a good time.
I gave the boys their gifts afterwards, when we were back home
and by ourselves. Cory and Chris had insisted on spending the night
since it was a Saturday, even though their mom hadn't gone out. I
certainly didn't mind. I watched anxiously as they sat on the floor
in front of me and tore open their presents, their faces filled with
boyish curiosity and eagerness. Chris had reluctantly promised not
to read my mind and ruin the surprise, so when they finally got the
boxes open and saw what I had bought for them both boys were...
stunned? Amazed? Definitely surprised. "Do you like them?" I
asked, my voice sounding worried, hoping they weren't disappointed.
Chris was holding a Barney The Dinosaur coloring book and audio
tape, while Cory had a stuffed Barney doll and video-tape. I didn't
care very much for the singing purple dinosaur myself, but he seemed
to be rather popular lately. The twins looked slightly bewildered
though, as if there had been some kind of mistake.
"Barney The Dinosaur?" Cory asked in disbelief, his voice
rising into the upper octaves on the last syllable. Chris elbowed
him in the ribs, giving him a warning look. Chris was always the
more mannerly of the two.
"Uhh... Gee Tom... Thanks," said Chris, trying his best to be
polite, but looking woefully disappointed and avoiding my eyes.
"You don't like your gifts, do you," I accused, sounding both
sorry and hurt, as if it were their fault and not mine. I knew they
could tell how badly I felt. Both boys looked miserably pained, torn
between not wanting to hurt my feelings and telling me the truth,
which was obvious. I had made a serious blunder. Barney was a gift
for little kids. How could I have been so stupid?
"Um, sure we do Tom," Chris began, failing in his attempt to
sound sincere. "They're... um... nice?" He looked at his brother
for help, but Cory seemed to be still in shock. The boy was looking
at me as if I had somehow taken leave of my senses. "Barney??" Cory
asked again, his face scrunched up in mind-boggled amazement.
Their crestfallen expressions were too much for me; my
concentration wavered and a small chuckle escaped me. Both boys
immediately gave me suspicious looks, their eyes narrowing in doubt.
I couldn't keep up the charade any longer. "Barney?!?" I cried,
imitating Cory's high voice and comical face. I lost it. Cascades
of cackling laughter rolled out of me as the boys frowned in disgust
at each-other and then at me. They'd been had. Royally. I laughed
even harder. Cory and Chris had fallen for it completely, and I'd
given an Oscar-winning performance.
The two brothers scowled at me some more until finally they'd
had enough of my maniacal howling. "Let's get him!" Cory declared
to his twin, apparently unable to just stand there and take it any
longer. Suddenly I was attacked by two just-turned ten-year-olds,
tickling, poking and pinning me until we were all laughing so hard we
fell off the couch in a tangled heap. It was great. I'd fooled the
psychic twins!
Once I'd gotten myself under control again -- which wasn't easy
with them tickling me-- Cory asked, "You do have something else for
us, right?" His tone said I'd better have, if I wanted to live.
I chuckled again, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "Of
course I do. They're under--" Before I could say "the couch" Chris
was already looking underneath it. I was too exhausted to try and
control my thoughts anymore. I could never do it for very long
anyway. He pulled out two small, identical boxes and handed one to
Cory. I watched with a bemused expression as they hesitated, looking
at me doubtfully and then the gifts as if the boxes might be rigged
with spring-loaded snakes or some other devious device.
"Go ahead," I told them, "those are the real ones." They ripped
open their gifts -- showing no mercy to the wrapping paper-- and each
pulled out a shiny gold necklace. "Do you like those better?" I
asked, this time with genuine concern.
Cory gave me a side-long glance and shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah, they're okay, I guess." He didn't sound very enthusiastic.
Now I really felt bad. I thought they'd like a more `adult' type
gift. They had gotten plenty of toys at the party. Cory let me
suffer for a few moments and then he broke out in a wide grin. "I'm
just teasing," said the little imp. "I like it."
"Yeah," his brother agreed, "they're cool. Put it on for me."
He came over and sat beside me, handing me the necklace. I fastened
the thin, delicate chain around his neck, and did the same for Cory.
The 18-karat gold looked good on them, sparkling almost as brightly
as their brown eyes. I've always felt that a beautiful boy looked
even sexier with a simple adornment such as a necklace or an ear
stud. It somehow served to enhance the uncomplicated, pure beauty of
boyhood. The twins covered me with kisses, thanking me for the gifts
(the real ones, anyway) and the party, and all was well with the
world. Well, almost. They did vow to get even for my joke. When I
least expected it, of course.
We watched TV for a while, all three of us cuddling together on
the couch. My hands would slide inside the shirts of my identical
friends, stroking over their soft backs and bellies. It was
delightfully cozy. Cory asked for a beer, and since it was their
birthday I decided to indulge him. Chris even took a few swallows,
to celebrate the occasion. Then we followed what had become our-
Saturday-night routine, which started with the three of us taking a
shower together. It was rather crowded, but it was certainly fun. I
had promised to have an outdoor, enclosed hot-tub built in the back
yard next spring, so we could enjoy our aquatic activities more
fully.
With my back to the spray and Chris facing his twin in front of
me, I bent down and lathered the boy from neck to groin. My hands
could feel every delicate curve and contour of Chris's naked body as
they slid up and down his soapy front. My favorite features in this
wet, slippery expanse of sudsy boy-flesh were his pointed nipples and
small, hardened cocklet. All three of us were sporting healthy
erections, actually. Occassionaly I'd gently tweak a stiffened boy
tit while my other hand slid over and around his very sensitive
genitals; Chris would respond with a low groan and a pulsing, eager
thrust of his little hard-on against my hand. Cory lovingly washed
his brother's legs, gently stroking Chris's inner thighs and tickling
his tiny nuts, while I turned the attention of one hand to the boy's
backside. Lower backside, to be precise. I intimately cleaned
between the rubbery halves of his perky little butt, creating a great
deal of lather and giggles. Chris shivered in delight as his young
body tingled with pleasure, and started humping harder against my
sudsy hand when I tickled his anus with a fingertip. He came when
the finger started pushing inside him, sharing the orgasm with us as
only he could.
After rinsing him off Cory took up station between us, eager for
the same treatment. I gladly obliged. Then it was my turn. With
Cory in front and Chris behind me, they washed and rubbed me
everywhere, being sure not to miss a spot. Their small hands
fluttering over my body gave me chills of pleasure, and the boys
chuckled devilishly with the knowledge of their absolute power over
me. Cory masterfully soaped my erection, being careful not to take
me past the point of no return. That would come later (no pun
intended). When I first explained to them the joy -- and need-- of
delaying an orgasm, they were slightly confused. A pre-teen boy can
orgasm repeatedly; the adult-male's need to delay it seemed like an
alien concept to them. They constantly teased me about it, saying my
ability to only cum two times (once for each of them, of course) made
me an old fart.
After quickly washing our hair we rinsed off one final time and
grabbed our towels. Once dry, the twins headed for my room while I
went around the house turning off the lights. I left a hall-light
on, which dimly lit my bedroom enough to see two nude, sqeaky-clean-
boy-angels already engaged in nocturnal diversions on top of the
covers. Laying on their sides in the 69 position, the twin boys each
silently suckled on an identical, stiffened penis. I stretched out
alongside them, stroking the soft, curving flanks of first one and
then the other, watching with wonder as they made love. It never
ceased to amaze me how much they cared for each-other; so close in
mind, body and spirit, one could never hit or otherwise hurt the
other without feeling it himself. Pleasuring themselves bordered on
narcissism. Their bodies moved as one, the buttocks of both boys
flexing and relaxing in perfect unison as the rythms of sex took
control. Eyes closed, heads nestled dreamily on a smooth thigh, Cory
and Chris tenderly tongued and sucked on each-other's excited
genitals, twin little cocks sliding in and out of identical, puckered
mouths. It was the most intimate act of brotherly-love I have ever
witnessed. They came together of course, giving themselves a
wonderfully personal birthday-gift.
After resting for a few minutes they turned their attentions to
me. Pushing me onto my back, Chris snuggled his delightfully bare
body next to mine and softly stroked my chest, playing with my
nipples until they almost hurt. My one hand ran up and down the
supremely soft, warm skin of his back, down to his baby-soft
buttocks.
I knew what was coming next, but it always took me by surprise
when Cory started kissing my cock, sending a shudder through my whole
body. Laying between my legs, Cory was a maestro, playing my
instrument of love with an expertise rarely seen in a young boy.
Taking as much of me as he could, Cory sucked and licked the head of
my erection, and used his empathic sense to bring me to the brink
time and time again before backing off. My dick was covered with his
warm, slippery spit, and he used his hands to squeeze and stroke what
his mouth couldn't cover. Chris began darting his tongue over one of
my tits, occassionaly nibbling on it as well. It was wonderful,
maddening, intense. The twins knew exactly how to turn me on,
sensing my reactions through body and mind. They were playing a
duet, and I was their groaning, whimpering, musical instrument.
Cory's little tongue slurped and slobbered to-and-fro on my cock like
a boy with a popsicle, one moment swilrling around the head and the
next driving it in and out of his mouth. When I got to the point
where I thought I'd go insane if I didn't climax, Cory took me all
the way. I cried out as my body orgasmed and Cory felt it just as
intensely as I did, his small frame shivering between my legs. I
exploded in the boy's mouth, and he sucked on me almost greedily,
swallowing every spurt until I was finished and then squeezing out
that last drop. I opened my eyes to see Cory grinning at me from
above my wilting cock; he seemed rather pleased with himself, and
licked his lips in satisfaction.
After I'd regained my breath Cory climbed up my body and
snuggled on top of me, laying his small head on my chest. Feeling
mischevous, I tickled his sides and under his hips. The boy giggled
and squirmed against me, his bare skin sliding like living velvet on
my own. Moving quickly I rolled us over so that I had him pinned
beneath me. Cory smiled at me expectantly, and we kissed. His lips
were softer than soft, molding to my own perfectly as we explored-
each-other's mouths, tasting each-other's saliva. I could feel
Chris's hands stroking us both, patiently waiting his turn.
I moved down Cory's young, perfect body, kissing and licking the
tiny points of his nipples, tonguing his navel until he giggled, then
pecking at his pecker, still standing at attention. My own was
coming back to life already. A willing, beautiful, naked boy does
wonders for one's sexual stamina. I gave his aroused genitals a few
licks, sucking first one and then both of his tiny balls into my
mouth, and then worked my way lower towards his nether regions. Cory
eagerly lifted his slender legs and spread them wide up in the air,
granting my tongue and lips access to his small hole. Both boys had
been surprised and delighted when I first tried this on them; they
hadn't discovered the pleasures of anal stimulation on their own
yet. In fact it was the one thing they wouldn't do to each-other,
saving the delicacy for me to enjoy.
Cory whined softly as my tongue stroked the length of his
hairless crack, and the tiny pucker loosened as I pushed inside his
body, tasting the very essence of ten-year-old boyhood. It was
heavenly. I could have sustained my body on nothing else for several
days. Chris fondled his brother's little cock, while I enjoyed
myself. After a few minutes of this I started inserting my middle
finger, first wetting it down with some spit. Feeling his little
sphincter clamp down at first and then relaxing to allow it entry,
soon my finger was embedded deep inside the youngster's bottom, a
place it had been before on many occasions. Cory shuddered and
moaned as I pressed on the tiny bulb of his prostate, sending intense-
pleasure-signals through his entire being. I took his straining
erection in my mouth and he came almost immediately, his sphincter
spasming around my finger as I touched the magic button again, the
boy's little penis twitching merrily in my mouth. He was panting
when it finished, exhausted, and I withdrew my finger as he lowered
his legs back to the bed.
"Wow," said Cory, at a loss for words. I climbed up his body
and crouched over him, and gave him a small kiss. Cory's face had a
small, gentle smile on it; he was happy. I was too.
"Now do me!" demanded Chris, rolling over on his back next to
us. I groaned theatrically, as if all this boy-loving were a chore.
He wasn't fooled. I was about to shift over to him when Cory wrapped
his arms around me, holding me in place.
"Wait a minute," he said, sounding somewhat nervous. He raised
his legs back up. "I... um," he glanced at Chris, and his brother
nodded encouragingly at him. Then he said, all-in-a-rush, "I-want-
you-to-put- your-dick-in-me."
I was too stunned to speak. Cory studied my face for a moment
and then took matters into his own hands; he grabbed my cock and
aimed it at his back-door. I almost started pushing and then caught
myself, rolling over next to him instead so that he was between me
and Chris. Chris was silent, watching me (and listening) as my
thoughts churned.
"What's the matter?" asked Cory, lowering his legs and looking
slightly hurt that I had pulled away. "Don't you want to... well,
you know, fuck me?" Chris raised his eyebrows at his brother's use
of the F-word, and it left me slightly shocked as well.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Cory, I don't
think you're big enough for that yet," I explained patiently. I was
more than willing to wait a year or two, if he still wanted to do it
then. "If we do it now I'm afraid I'd hurt you, and I don't want to
do that." I tried kissing him, but he wasn't having any of it.
"I'm 10 years old now," he stated stubbornly, as if he had
somehow grown since yesterday, when he was nine. "Besides," he
pointed out, "your finger felt good up there."
"Cory," I said, fearing I was losing my resolve, "my dick is a
lot bigger than my finger. I don't think it could fit without
hurting you." Hurting either of the boys was an impossibility,
something I wouldn't even consider.
"You've thought of doing it though," he accused, and I felt
guilty because I HAD considered it. "I know 'cause Chris told me."
I glanced at Chris and he shrugged. There were no secrets between
them. I had no secrets FROM them. Chris still hadn't said anything;
I suspected he was waiting to see what the outcome would be. If I
consented, it would mean a yes for both of them. There was no way I
could only do it with one and not the other.
"Sure, I've thought of doing it," I admitted, stroking Cory's
firm chest and playing with a delicate nipple, "but I don't NEED to
do it." This was the truth; I didn't need to fuck either of them in
order to love them. Most man/boy sex never gets beyond the oral
stage, something the hyserical public can't seem to grasp. However,
I did figure we would `go all the way' eventually. It was the
natural progression of how our love was growing. I just didn't
expect for them to bring it up quite this soon.
"But I want to try it now," he said earnestly. "I don't want to
wait until I'm older." I was weakening and the empathic boy knew
it. "I'll tell you if it hurts and if it does we'll stop. Okay?"
He looked at me hopefully, and I knew he could feel my desire for
him. He could see it too, standing stiffly once again.
"Besides," he added, playing his final card, "it's our birthday so
you have to do what we say."
How could any normal boy-lover say no? How could ANY man, and
not regret it for the rest of his life? I nodded yes, and told Chris
to go get a jar of Vaseline from the medicine-cabinet in the
bathroom. He gave me a curious look, and I explained it was to make
Cory slippery inside.
"Have you done this before?" Chris asked suspiciously. I said
this would be my first time, and he looked jealously at his brother.
"Why should you be the first one?" he said, looking rather annoyed.
"Why can't I go first?" I couldn't believe they would argue over who
would get to lose his virginity first. I realized it wasn't that
though; it was over who would be MY first.
Cory looked silently at his identical sibling, and I knew they
were arguing in private. Chris looked stubborn and Cory gave him an
almost pleading look. Cory must have made some kind of bargain,
because his brother seemed to be contemplating something, and then
Chris nodded his approval. They sealed the arrangement with their
exclusive "double-promise", linking their pinkies and shaking them
once together. I was left wondering what had transpired as Chris
gave me a peculiar little smile and scampered off for the gel. I
suggested to Cory that he lay on his stomach, but he wanted to stay
on his back. When Chris returned I placed a pillow underneath Cory's-
rear-end and he raised his legs back up in the air. I scooped out a
gob of gel and smeared it around his little hole, teasing it with a
fingertip. He was tense, and I knew if this was ever going to work I
needed to get him relaxed. And I did want it to work. I was honest
enough with myself to admit that.
"There's no hurry," I told him. "We have to stretch your hole a
little first and you need to learn how to relax it. Okay?" He
nodded and shivered as my finger started pushing inside him again.
Chris and I stretched out on either side of him, and he rested his
legs behind us. I kissed him while my finger played inside his hot,
narrow tunnel, and could see by the hard little organ between his
legs that he was enjoying the stimulation. After a while I took some
more Vaseline and tried for two. "Push your belly muscles like your
trying to take a crap," I told him as my fingertips tried entering
him. Chris giggled at that, watching the whole operation intently.
If this worked, he would be next. Maybe not tonight but sometime in
the near future. We spent the next half-hour like that; my fingers
gently sliding in and out, our hands and mouths carressing the naked
boy everywhere, driving Cory to yet another intense orgasm until he
was as loose and relaxed as could be.
"Are you gonna do it now?" he asked, sounding slightly
impatient.
For an answer, I got up and lubed my penis. I put more on
Cory's already slippery hole, and got between his legs as he lifted
them almost to his shoulders, his little package still stiff and
pointing at his face. I had him pry apart his buttocks, figuring
that would help, and told him that he was in charge; meaning he
should tell me when to push and when to stop. In spite of my
nervousness my dick was as hard as it could get. I crouched over the
young boy beneath me and felt Chris guide my erection to his
brother's hole, nosing it's head against the small, greasy opening.
Fortunately -- for both of us-- my dick wasn't very big; I suppose-
boy-lovers are the only men who wouldn't mind being slightly smaller
than average. I pushed against his tight anus, and could feel him
reflexively clamp down on the tip.
"Wait a sec," he said, forcing himself to relax again. "Okay."
Again I pushed slowly, firmly, and I could see Cory strain as he
pushed down with his stomach muscles. After several minutes of
starting and stopping, his loosened little rose-bud had finally
stretched far enough to grant me entrance. I was in. Just the head
so far, but in nevertheless. Cory told me to wait again as his
sphincter struggled to get used to my presence. I could feel an
occasional spasm as it grabbed the head of my cock, but Cory seemed
to be dealing with it quite well. I asked him if he was okay, and he
gave me a determined smile. He probably wouldn't have told me even
if it hurt, in spite of what he had said before, but I was sure I
could tell by watching his face beneath me in the dim light.
I couldn't believe it had been that easy to enter him; I had
always thought that a boy's first time was usually painful. Maybe
the last few weeks of tongue-and-finger-fucking had loosened things
up a bit. I was glad it wasn't hurting him. I wanted it to be as
special for him as it was for me, if not more so. When Cory was
ready again he told me to push some more, and I felt the flesh of my-
rock-hard penis being absorbed a fraction at a time by his tight,
virgin rectum, pausing whenever he told me to. Finally, I could go
no further. My pubic-hairs were tickling the young boy's scrotum.
Cory suddenly shuddered almost violently, legs twitching on either
side of me as he clamped down hard on my cock and cried out. I
thought he was in pain and started to pull back, but he shook his
head quickly from side to side and I realized he had climaxed again.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his bangs sticking wetly to his
fevered brow. If I hadn't cum once before I would never have made it
this far. My entire being was thrumming with the incredible, living,
squeezing heat of his inner-body.
"I can feel you almost up to my stomach," Cory said
breathlessly, sounding slightly awed at this wonderful new
sensation. He sqeezed down on my cock, getting to know it's shape
and feel inside him, and both of us groaned with pleasure. I could
feel the sensitive muscles lining his rectum gripping me tightly,
surrounding my penis with a vise-like heat until he relaxed again.
Cory smiled hungrily, able to sense the ultimate pleasure his body
gave me, and his own feelings of horny young lust combined to make
him thirsty for more.
"Doesn't it hurt?" asked Chris, studying the junction of man
and boy curiously, fondling his own erection as he sat beside us.
"It's kinda hard to describe," Cory told him. They looked
intently at each-other, sharing the experience in their unique,
twinly way.
I began fucking him. Pulling almost all the way out, I slowly,
gently pushed back in. "Ohhh God," Cory whimpered, bearing down to
meet my thrust. He was totally open and relaxed now, resting his
ankles on my back, his hands now balled into fists beside his head.
I was fucking him. I pushed my length inside him again, and again,
sliding in and out easily now. I was fucking a boy on his tenth
birthday. My mind refused to believe it, insisting this had to be
yet another fantasy, but my body knew no dream could compare with
this awesome reality. Cory moaned with passionate feeling,
whimpering either "Oh Jesus," or "Oh Tom," each time I embedded
myself deep within his beautiful young body, somehow including me in
the Holy Trinity. I knew the empathic boy could feel how intensely
every nerve, every fiber of my being was concentrated on the loving
union of our bodies as we experienced this ultimate of firsts. He
pushed his bottom back eagerly each time I slowly entered his still
tight canal, his ankles digging into the small of my back, both of us
moving as one. His hands gripped my forearms for added leverage as
we rocked together. The boy's trembling gasps of pleasure as my cock
massaged his prostate made me pick up the tempo, pushing into him
faster now, both of us nearly crying as we climbed towards the peak.
We came together, suddenly, yelling out as our bodies pulsed and
throbbed in unison, my penis spurting deep inside him as his
sphincter clutched at it possessively, the tendons in his neck
straining as he almost screamed from the violent spasms wracking our
bodies. In the back of my mind I could hear Chris moaning as well,
caught in our spiral until we came back to earth.
Completely drained, both of us covered in sweat, I pulled my
member from the youngster's body and fell beside him. Cory rolled
over and hugged me fiercely. He was crying. Not from pain, but from
the intense feelings of a sexual, undeniably passionate love that
neither of us had ever before experienced. It had simply overwhelmed
him. I wrapped my arms around both the boys, soothing Cory until he
fell quickly asleep from sheer exhaustion. Chris snuggled beside me,
and soon joined his twin in slumber. Chris may not have been my
first, but I knew he had been able to share the experience through
Cory. It was something none of us would ever forget.
I didn't sleep much that night. I never did when the twins were
with me. Somehow, when a boy-lover shares a bed with a boy (or two)
he can only manage an occassional doze. I drifted in and out of
sleep, my mind constantly aware of the two naked boys curled up along
either side of me, one of whom had given me the ultimate gift.
Fondling the sleeping twins was something I couldn't stop myself from
doing. My hands were thieves in the night, stealing touches from
their soft, pliant bodies. I played with their occasional, nocturnal
erections so gently that they never woke.
When morning regretfully came the boys stirred groggily. They
had no objections to staying in bed and cuddling a while longer. It
was a Sunday and no-one felt like moving. I asked Cory if he was
alright, and he smiled almost shyly and hugged me tenderly,
remembering the passion of last night with no regrets. I inspected
his posterior, and although his little hole wasn't quite as little as
it used to be there wasn't any blood or signs of damage, thank God.
Finally, hunger made us seek breakfast. Cereal made that an easy
chore. Afterwards, the boys offered to cremate the dreaded Barney
gifts, but I insisted they take them home to Susan and she could
donate them to the children's wing at the hospital. They dressed and
said their goodbyes, but I knew they'd be back later in the day to
play a game or something.
I worked on the book for the time being. I'd probably have it
finished by early next month, at the rate I was going. My last book
was about to hit the stores, and the twins were impressed when I
showed them the good reviews in the newspaper. They had offered to
help me answer my fan-mail, which usually increased whenever a new
one came out, and I gladly accepted.
Struggling for a word in a difficult sentence (writing is work,
even for an author), I was lost in thought when someone jabbed two
fingers in my sides and yelled, "Boo!!" right in my ear, scaring the
daylights out of me. The room was filled with Chris's boyish
laughter as he crowed with delight, the little bugger. I hadn't
heard a thing as he snuck up on me. "Is that what they mean by
`jumping out of your skin'?" he giggled, smiling broadly. I noticed
he wisely stayed out of my reach. That's one thing you have to say
about boys: they keep you on your toes. Dealing with two was twice
the adventure. Add the word "psychic" to the equation and even a boy
lover would find himself slightly overwhelmed.
"Maybe I better start locking my door," I told him wryly.
"Sure, go ahead," said the boy confidently. "I know where you
hide the extra key."
"I'll move it."
"I'll know where you move it to," he pointed out simply. He had
me there. Another argument lost to a ten-year-old. I sighed with
resignation at my fate in life, and asked him where Cory was. "He
stayed home with Mom," said Chris with a shrug. Sensing that I had
given up and wouldn't try anything, he climbed on the chair with me,
straddling the arm-rests with his legs and wrapping me up in a
friendly boy-hug. `I've got you all to myself,' I heard inside my
head.
"What are you gonna do with me?" I asked worriedly, already
suspecting what he had in mind. For an answer, the boy started
nuzzling my neck, giving me an instant hard-on. I pushed my hands
underneath his sweatshirt and stroked his back, while his moist lips
carressed me. I tilted my head to the side, exposing as much of my
neck as I could. His mouth fastened in the center, and with surprise
I felt him start sucking. I heard a soft purr, and was amazed when I
realized it was coming from me. I could hear and feel his lips
suckling like some kind of insatiable boy-vampire trying to draw
blood, and it was a totally new, erotic experience for me. It made
my whole body tingle. It was also new because Chris was playing the
seducer, a role that Cory usually filled. Sometimes I thought they
were experimenting with me, trying out new things that might come in
handy when they grew up. When my neck finally started to hurt Chris
stopped and admired his handiwork.
"You've got a hickey!" he said with glee, sounding rather proud
of himself.
His happy smile made me chuckle. "What will your mother
think?" I asked in mock alarm. Well, maybe not totally "mock". How
far did Susan's blessing extend? To hickies? As far as Cory and I
went last night?
Chris heard my doubts, in spite of my joking manner. "Mom
doesn't care," he said, trying to reassure me. Somehow I doubted
that. "Well, I mean she CARES," he elaborated, "but as long as it's
something we want to do it's okay. She says most people tell their
kids to say no about sex and stuff, but she says it's okay to say yes
too, 'cause it's our bodies." The boy gave me a confidential look.
"Besides, she had a hickey once. From an old boy-friend. But she
called it a love-bite."
I had to laugh at that. Chris smiled at me, glad that he had
put my fears to rest. Then he turned serious, hesitating slightly.
"Can we pretend it's still my birthday?" he asked softly. "And you
have to do what I want?"
There was no need for me to answer. At that moment, he could
have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have done it, as long
as I could kiss him one final time. I was pretty sure where this was
leading, and I suspected that the deal Cory had made with his twin
last night had been to leave Chris and I alone, just the two of us.
"Are you sure this is what you really want to do?" I asked him.
"You're not just doing this because Cory did, are you?"
`I love you,' the boy thought at me. Honest, simple, right to
the point. I hugged him, giving my consent to whatever he wanted to
do. I was consenting to the assumed child in the relationship; the
irony wasn't lost on me. He wanted to take a bath with me first,
which seemed like an excellent way to get us relaxed. He told me ---
silently-- that there was to be no talking. We could only converse
through our minds. I realized it was his way of sharing his talent
with me, making the experience uniquely different from that which
Cory and I had shared.
We went to my bedroom and stripped off our clothes, walking
naked, hand-in-hand, to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my-
`love-bite', a reddish-purple bruise in the small, oval shape of a
mouth, right in the center of my neck. He had put his mark on me; I
was his now. Our minds were totally open to each-other (much like
his and Cory's must have usually been), and the general drift was
basically thoughts of love and friendship, mingled with `That feels
nice', or `The water's too hot', or `Rub it faster'. We were
stretched out in the tub, Chris laying on his belly on top me while I
scooped water over his back, massaging him. I thought if he would
spread his legs a bit I could insert a finger and play with his hole,
so he did. I heard a thought flutter by from him about kissing, and
then we were. We had only to think of something and it was carried
out; a union of mind and body. It was almost a spiritual type of-
love-making, while with Cory it had been mostly physical. I liked
both methods equally, which was fortunate. Loving one boy more than
the other would have created a jealous rift between them, something I
would never let happen.
When we finished our bath we held hands again as we walked down
the hall to my bedroom. Last night, with Cory, it had been sort of
impromptu, although I suspected they might have been planning the
whole thing all along. Now, here with Chris, it felt like I was
leading a virgin bride down the aisle and then on to our honeymoon
suite, about to perform a premeditated deflowering that would
consummate our love forever. Society would probably say it was more
like leading a lamb to the slaughter, I suppose. They would have
been hard pressed to tell exactly who was leading whom though.
Still keeping vocal-silence, I laid down on my back and pulled
the young boy on top of me, face-up. Hearing my wish for him to
stretch out, Chris placed his hands up on the pillow and his legs on
either side of mine. I could feel the heavy heat of his naked body
covering mine, and I heard him notice how fast my heart was beating
beneath him as I began stroking his bare flesh. My erection barely
touched the boy's bottom, resting on my lower stomach. Chris was
proud that his body could have such a profound effect on a grown
man.
My fingertips traveled lightly over his spread-eagled form,
teasing his small titties, down his ribs and over his taut tummy and
hips, then onto his satiny thighs, running over his stiffened little
penis on the way back up. Our thoughts started running together,
becoming hard to seperate as I continued massaging his soft,
sensitive skin: `Tickles!' `Love you.' `Feels nice.' `Don't stop.'
`So soft.' `Love you too.' Both of us were purring with pleasure, and
occasionally a sigh or groan escaped our lungs. I could feel Chris's
breath quickening as I concentrated on his groin, rubbing his two
tiny eggs with the fingers of one hand and his rigid, unyielding
penis with the other. I reached over to the nightstand where the jar
of Vaseline still sat from last night and put some of the gel on his
genitals, making him giggle and squirm with expectant delight.
`Tickles!' `Should I stop?' `No!' My right hand spread the
greasy goo all over his aroused little boy-parts, and I felt his
buttocks clamp together as his hips raised slightly, pushing his
small member demandingly against my fingers. Chris sighed with
desire when my hand went further down below, spreading his legs wider
and raising them slightly when I pressed against his puckered hole.
My finger entered him quite easily, and with my palm I gently pressed
and rubbed the young boy's delicate scrotum and balls. My other hand
was having fun with his nipples, able to stroke each sensitive,
pointy tip on his narrow chest at the same time. His body-heat
increased as he writhed on top of me, until sweat formed between our
naked skins. I could feel every single tremor, every wonderful
shudder of his beautiful body. I bent my head down and sucked on an-
ear-lobe, tickling it with my tongue, and he whimpered with absolute
rapture. I was an octopus, striving to touch and pleasure him
everywhere at once. It was my only purpose in life. Chris was no
longer thinking coherently; his thoughts were a jumble of almost
frantic joy and desire. I pulled my finger out of his bottom and
rubbed his oily little dick, the hard, erect young organ slipping and
sliding against my greasy palm. He came soon thereafter. It was all
I could do to hold myself back from joining him as the orgasmic ten-
year-old squealed and twisted, arching his back with bliss on top of
me, his mind filling mine with starbursts of ecstasy.
`Had enough?' I thought to him as I felt his body deflate, his
ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.
`Uh-uh!' Chris replied emphatically. `Do it again! But this
time use this instead of your finger.' He tilted a leg and reached
beneath his butt, grabbing hold of my hardened cock with his small
hand. Scooching down my body, he poked it at his little anus,
seemingly trying to impale himself.
`Whoa! Wait a minute!' my mind objected, needing to slow things
down a bit. The word `insatiable' came to mind.
`What's insatiable mean?' his thoughts asked. I explained it
was someone who couldn't get enough of something, and his mind saw
humor in that. `Yep, that's me!' He paused, then added perceptively,
`But it's you too.' He was right. I couldn't get enough of him
either. I had to have him, and Chris wanted to be had.
I rolled us over and straddled his back, placing a pillow
beneath his narrow hips. Lovingly, I massaged the bare, warm skin of
his back, kneading the pliant muscles of the boy's shoulders and on
down his spine. Chris sighed heavily, his head resting on his arms,
obviously enjoying it as his body relaxed completely. I dipped two
fingers into the jar of Vaseline and lubed his virgin hole, and then
put a generous amount on my straining erection. Both our minds were
filled with nervous anticipation as Chris bent his knees, spreading
his legs as wide as possible.
`This is it,' I thought, about to deflower my second boy in as
many days.
`Do it,' he commanded, and I pushed the head of my dick against
his shiny, slick asshole. With our minds linked, I could hear if I
caused him any pain and how hard I should push, and I entered his
body even easier than I had Cory's. It was almost as if experiencing
it with us last night had prepared Chris so that he knew what to
expect and do when his turn came. I heard a wonderous, continuing
moan emanating from the boy's mind as my shaft slid freely up his
tight, incredibly hot tunnel for the very first time. Chris trembled
beneath me when I came to a stop, my cock buried inside him
completely.
`It's BIG!' `You alright?' `It's okay.' `I love you.' I'm not
sure who thought that last one, me or him. I fucked him slowly,
letting him get used to having me inside him. Whenever I pulled
partially out I could tell he felt empty, and wanted me to fill him
back up again. His slender legs and buttocks would strain with a
lustful yearning as he pushed his bottom back to meet my inward
thrust. When Chris moved in the opposite direction, aiding my exit,
his small erection rubbed against the pillow, heightening his
pleasure. As for me, my second time inside a young boy's body was no
less intense than the first. Once again I marveled at the near-100
degree body-heat surrounding my penis in a tight, wonderfully moist
tunnel of living tissue. Every tremble of the boy was felt by me,
his small shudders and movements transferred directly onto my shaft.
It was an incredibly erotic experience, almost as if his body were a
continuation of my own. Our minds sang a passionate harmony
together, building in a crescendo as we soared to the ultimate
height, then dissolved into a chaotic tumult when we reached the
climax of our love. Crying out with triumphant joy, mindless to all
but our bodies' pleasure, Chris and I came as one. The only rational
thought in our minds was `I LOVE YOU!' as we both felt my sperm
pumping inside his bottom, each pulsating throb of my penis being
echoed by the youngster's own wonderful orgasm.
I felt so weak that I almost collapsed on top of the boy, but at
the last minute he straightened his legs and we rolled onto our sides
together, still intimately joined. I wrapped my arms around him in a
gentle hug, feeling his labored breathing slowly return to normal.
Our minds were still linked, and I silently asked Chris if he was
alright.
`Little sore,' his thoughts answered honestly before he could
stop them. I instantly felt chagrin. Our reckless, sexual abandon
had hurt one of the boys I loved more than life itself. I started to
pull my flaccid penis out of his bottom, feeling so bad that I broke
his rule and apologized for hurting him out loud. `No! I'm ok,
really!' Chris declared emphatically in my head. `Leave it inside,
ok? I like how it feels.' He snuggled his posterior against me,
making sure I didn't disobey him. `It's just a little sore is all.
You... You can do it again if you want,' he added suggestively.
We might have done just that but right then we heard the front
door slam. Several seconds later Cory was leering at the two naked
bodies laying together like a couple of spoons in a drawer. "How was
it?" asked the youngster with a knowing smile.
"Awesome," Chris and I answered together. Chris craned his neck
to look at me with a grin, and we both exploded with a fit of
giggles. I couldn't think of any other word that would describe it
better though.
"Hey, you gave him a hickey!" Cory accused his twin, noticing
the small bruise on my neck for the first time and sounding slightly
jealous that he hadn't thought of it first. Chris smiled smugly at
his brother. If I let the two scamps have their way with me they'd
probably have a competion to see who could give me the most, until my
body was one big, purple love-bite. An intrigueing thought, I must
say.
"You wanna do me again?" Cory asked with a coy look. Chris
argued that it was still his turn, and I heard myself groaning at
what I'd gone and done. I had created two identical, maddeningly
sensual, sex-hungry, ten-year-old boys who thought I could fuck them
all day and all night and live to tell about it. What a way to go
though.
"You guys are gonna be the death of me before I make 35," I told
them wryly, slipping myself out of Chris's hiney and sitting up. The
twins gave me their patented looks of confused innocence, which
meant, "Who, us??"
"It's not our fault you're an old fart," Cory replied with
typical wit, smirking and watching me warily for any sudden moves.
The boy was too far away for me to go after though, and I didn't feel
like chasing him naked through the house. Now, if HE were naked that
would be different, of course.
Suddenly Cory's face turned serious. "Mom knows," he declared
simply. He didn't have to explain. I knew what he meant. Cory went
on to say that his bottom had been a bit tender today and Susan had
asked what was wrong. She had an uncanny intuition, which was
probably where the boys had inherited their "sixth sense" from.
Rather than lie Cory had told her the truth. "She made me drop my
pants so she could see if I was hurt," Cory added. I felt a knot of
apprehension growing in the pit of my stomach. "She was really mad,
Tom," the boy went on, looking at me with a worried expression. "Mom
said she never meant you could do something like that, and she said
she might even call the police." Cory's brow furrowed with concern.
"They can't do anything to you, can they? I mean, it was our idea
and all."
At the word "police", the knot in my stomach tightened into a
nauseous lump, filling me with a terrible dread. I felt my face go
pale in absolute terror. I'd gone too far. Susan might have been
willing to let her sons enjoy a little sex-play with a loving adult,
but now we were talking about anal-intercourse. Cory was naive in
thinking their consent would mean anything. My career was over. My
LIFE was over. Jail was a certainty. And Cory had wanted to do it
again?? I raised my head to look at him, and his face was covered in
a big, ear-to-ear grin.
"GOTCHA!!" he yelled triumphantly. Cory shrieked with laughter
as I held my head in my hands and groaned with a mixture of
tremendous relief and an overwhelming need for retribution.
"You little shit," was all I could get out, grinning in spite of
my desire to throttle him. Cory laughed even harder at getting me to
swear, a rare accomplishment indeed. He taunted me further by
swaying his hips from side-to-side, and yelling "Gotcha, gotcha,
gotcha," in a sing-song voice. It was too much. I lunged off the
bed, but his 10-year-old reflexes were expecting that as he led me on
a merry chase through the house, skipping and laughing just out of my
reach. We ended up in the living-room, staring at each-other from
opposite ends of the couch, both of us smiling and panting.
"I told you I'd get you back for last night," Cory grinned at me
in defiance. "You were ready to run for the border," he added with a
delighted chortle. I climbed over the couch and he had to detour
down the hall, until I had him cornered by the entrance-way. Cory
looked slightly worried for a moment as I advanced slowly upon him,
then he realized he had the door behind him. Before you could say
"young rascal" he was outside and the door slammed behind him. It
was either give-up or chase him through the neighborhood in the nude,
and get arrested for streaking. Damn little bugger, I thought to
myself with grudging admiration. I'd been thwarted once again by a-
ten-year-old.
I heard a small chuckle somewhere behind me and turned slowly
around to see Chris standing there, still naked and covering his
mouth to keep from laughing out-loud. Apparently he'd found the
whole scene rather humorous. I still had another option left to me
it seemed. I gave him a long, speculative look. "Hey, don't look at
me like that," he said, now appearing a bit nervous. "I didn't have
anything to do with it."
I didn't really care. If I couldn't catch Cory I'd settle for
Chris. They looked the same, after all. I took a small step towards
him and he backed up, holding his hands out in front of him. "Don't
even think about it," said Chris, backing up another step, his wide
eyes watching me warily as I DID think about it. I leaped at him and
he screamed with mock terror, running down the hall towards my
bedroom. How convenient, I thought to myself.
A flying pillow caught me in the head when I came through the
door, and the naked boy held the other one cocked in his arm, ready
to fire. He was standing on the bed, watching for my next move with
eager anticipation, and a big grin on his face at drawing "first
blood". I picked up the pillow he'd thrown and advanced on him. We
swung at the same time, catching each-other up-side-the-head, as it
were, and then it was a free-for-all, every man (or boy) for
himself. Chris fought valiantly, but he was laughing and giggling so
hard that he couldn't put much into it. Finally I knocked him flat
on his back and pinned him to the bed with an arm and a leg. With a
`never say die' attitude he stuck his tongue out at me. My free hand
poked and tickled the nude youngster, eliciting squeals of squirming
laughter until finally I let him calm down and simply stroked his
bare skin. I let his arms and legs go and pulled him on top of me,-
belly-to-belly.
"You're mean," he accused, his pouting lips an inch away from
mine as he stared at me. A smile hid behind the words, and I knew he
wasn't really angry at me for picking on him when it was Cory who had
fooled me. Chris was having as much fun as I was, as usual. I
pecked his lips with mine and he made a disgusted face, wiping his
mouth with the back of a hand. Then he kissed me back.
Boys. You gotta love 'em.
CHAPTER 9
Cory hadn't been lying when he had said that Susan knew what
we'd done. That night, after the boys were in bed she called me over
for a cupof coffee, something we did fairly often at either my place
or her's.
"You didn't waste any time," she said with just a trace of
resentment, referring to the loss of her sons' virginity. I didn't
know what to say. Whether it had been the twins' idea or mine to go
all the waydidn't matter. I didn't have to agree to it. Susan
sighed with a trace of melancholy. "I'm not really mad at you
Tom," she said. "It's just that they seem to be growing up so fast.
While it's hard for me to believe they really enjoyed it... what you
did... they SAY they liked it. AndI could tell if they were
lying." I'm sure she noticed the hickey Chris had given me, but I
think she was afraid to ask which boy had done it to me. She got up
and beckoned me to follow. We stopped outside the twins' room, and
she pushed the door open so I could see inside.
At first I didn't notice anything unusual. Just Cory and Chris,
sound asleep in their beds, appearing even more beautiful and pure in
slumber. Then it hit me: In their beds. Plural. Cory was in the
top bunk, and Chris was underneath. I looked at Susan questioningly,
but sheheld a finger to her lips and quietly shut the door.
"Did they have a fight or something?" I asked her when we were
back inthe kitchen. It seemed inconceivable for the two brothers to
go to sleep angry at each-other, but I couldn't think of anything
else.
"That's what I thought too," Susan said with a look of wonder,
"but when I asked them if something was wrong Cory said, `No Mom,
we're not babies anymore you know.'" She shook her head, obviously
unsure of what exactly had happened. I wasn't sure either. When the
boys were still indiapers they had put up such a fuss whenever Susan
had tried to separate them for bed that finally she had just given
up. When their father left it had been even worse. Cory and Chris
slept in each-other's arms, sometimes even sucking a brother's thumb
in a desperate attempt to find an anchor they could rely on in a
terrifying world of confusing thoughts and emotions.
"They're changing, Tom," Susan began haltingly, "and it's
because of you. Chris used to be so shy he hardly ever talked to
anyone. Now I can't get him to shut up. And Cory, he's doing much
better in school, andhe's not nearly as rambunctious as he used to
be." That last point wasarguable, but I let it slide. She looked
off in the direction of their room, where the twins slept in separate
beds, and shook her head inamazement once again. "Now this," she
said softly.
The great author still didn't know what to say. I wasn't doing
anything special to Chris and Cory, and I certainly wasn't trying to
change them. Even if it was for the better. All I was doing was
loving them. Their mother reached the same conclusion. "It's...
It's hard for meto approve of what you and the boys did, but I know
you didn't hurt them, and it was as much for yourself as it was for
them." Susan's face suddenly hardened with determination. "I need
to know, Tom, are you going to just drop them when they get older? I
mean, they're not gonna beyoung boys forever. They're going to grow
up, and grow hair where youdon't want it." Her bluntness made me
squirm, but I knew where she wasleading. "Because if you are, we're
better off stopping everything right now. You'll be no better than
their father was."
She was right. Relationships between a man and boy (or boys)
were bynature temporary, at least in the sexual-attraction
department. Boys grew up eventually, becoming men, and an integral
part of the relationship would be gone forever. It's not something I
liked to think about, but I couldn't avoid the inevitable. Love
could still survive however, or at the very least a deep friendship.
After all, sex wasn't theonly reason I loved Cory and Chris, it was
only one part of the `big picture'.
"No, I'm not going to just leave them," I told her honestly.
"Sure, they're going to grow up, and when they're teens they probably
won't be interested in fooling around with me either. They'll find
girlfriends, andthis may sound presumptuous but I hope that by having
been loved by andloving me they'll be better prepared for marriage
and sex later on." Susan considered this and then nodded, seeming to
agree with me. "We'll allchange, but I'm not just going to ignore
them when they get older. I'll still be here, and we'll all still be
very good friends, I hope." This wasn't just wishful thinking on my
part either. I had read several true accounts of other boy-lovers,
about how the boy grew into a man and still thought of his former
lover as a dear and very close friend, long after they had ceased to
have sex. In some ways, the love between the manand former boy
became like that shared by an elderly couple; the `fire' and passion
might be gone, but love was still there. (And no, I'm NOT saying that
elderly people never have sex.)
Susan looked relieved and satisfied with my answer, and I added,
"Besides, maybe I could learn to like a bit of body-hair."
She laughed and gave me an exasperated look. "You're
incorrigible," shedeclared with a grin. No arguments there.
***
I was not having a good day. First, there was a short power
outage and my computer had crashed, taking everything I'd written for
the book in the last hour with it. Add to that the fact that I felt a
cold coming on, and I was feeling rather irritable when the boys
burst through the door after school. For the last couple of days
they had cast aside any preamble to having sex; they just started
peeling off their clothes and jumped on me in a naked tangle of boy
limbs. Today wasno exception.
I gave them a sour look when they began unbuttoning their
shirts. "Good grief," I said waspishly, "don't you two ever get
tired of having sex?" (There. Let the self-proclaimed sex-abuse
`experts' ponder that fora while.)
Cory's eyes widened with surprise, and Chris's eyebrows furrowed
in hurt confusion. Dammit. Why was I taking it out on them? "I'm
sorry guys," I sighed in apology. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Bad day, huh?" Cory asked with a concerned look.
Chris came over and sat on my lap, wrapping his thin arms around
my neck in a warm, tight hug. "It's okay, Tom," he said, snuggling
his head on my shoulder. "I love you even when you're cranky." I
chuckled asI hugged him back. Holding the young boy in a cuddly,
comfy embrace dymood. I could have stayed like that for hours. Cory
seemed to have other ideas, however.
"Take off your shirt," he ordered me.
"Cory, I really don't feel like--"
"Just do it, okay?" he pleaded. With a sigh I disentangled
myself from Chris, and pulled off my sweatshirt. I looked at Cory
resignedly, figuring he wanted to `fool around' or something. I
really wasn't in themood though, which he should have been able to
sense.
"Now lay down on the couch, on your stomach," he continued. I
hesitated, feeling rather stubborn about it, and he gave me a
determined look. He wasn't going to take `no' for an answer, it
seemed. I did as hesaid, stretching out on the couch with my arms
wrapped around a pillow. I felt Cory straddle my back and sit on my
butt, and then with some surprise I felt his hands start kneading my
shoulders and neck. Stupid me. He wanted to give me a massage, not
have sex. Gosh they were wonderful boys, I thought to myself for the
thousandth time, in spite of their occasional attacks on my sanity.
"You're really tense," Cory observed, expertly rubbing and
massaging myback with his soft, warm hands. As usual, Cory knew
exactly how to make me feel good, concentrating his efforts on my
neck and shoulders until the tightness left and I was so relaxed I
occasionaly sighed with adrowsy feeling of pleasure.
"He's falling asleep," I heard Chris say from somewhere around
the vicinity of the computer. Soon thereafter, I did just that.
***
In the couple of weeks since their birthday, I had been watching
the twins closely for any other signs of `changes'. In spite of
Cory's declaration that they "weren't babies anymore," they still
sometimes slept together in the same bed, and other times slept
apart. Apparently oldhabits were hard to break. In a way I was
glad, actually. I didn't want to think that I was somehow separating
them.
Cory and Chris were starting to go their own ways, though. They
had never been identical, personality-wise, and since I had entered
their lives they no longer had to lean solely on each-other for
comfort and support. Now they could share their hopes and fears with
me. And share methey did. This was most apparent when one of them
wanted to `do it' (their expression for getting fucked). Both boys
enjoyed it as much as Idid, but strangely enough when one wanted to
do it the other one would leave us alone to our own devices. Then a
few days later when the other twin wanted the same action, his
brother would go away until we finished. I think they were `testing
the waters', so-to-speak; each boy waslearning to love someone on his
own terms, without having his twin present to get in the way and
complicate things. If I had any doubts about their love for each
other, they were put to rest on Saturday nights. Sometimes our
passion carried us away and I ended up fucking both of them, but
usually we would only make love with our hands and mouths. More
importantly, they made love to each-other. Cory and Chris would
always be extremely close, but they knew their lives would eventually
lead down separate paths, and I was their first step in that
direction.
CHAPTER 10
I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an
ostentatious, flowing blue robe covered in stars and half-moons that
no self-respecting wizard or sorcerer would be caught dead in, about
to parade through the neighborhood with a vampire (Chris) and a boy
with a small axe embedded in his cranium (Cory). I even had a tall,
pointy hat that was slightly bent at the tip. Long, shoulder-length
white hair from a wig gave me a smidgen of respectability, I
suppose. The twins thought I was the funniest thing they'd ever
seen, laughing derisively until I petulantly declared I was going to
stay home.
"No Tom! You promised!" said the pale one with haunted looking
eyes and blood-red lips, dressed in a black tuxedo and white, ruffled
shirt, his hair slicked straight back with gel and wearing fangs. A
black cape fastened at his throat completed the ensemble.
"You look great!" added the youngster with the hatchet in his
head, fake blood oozing wetly from the realistic-looking wound and
splattered generously over his face and clothes. Chris looked kind
of cute (he could have given me another `love-bite' anytime), but
Cory was downright gruesome. Susan had done a good job with the
costumes we had rented from the local Halloween shop a few days
before. She was wearing a `Catwoman' outfit.
"Yeah Tom," Susan said behind her hand, where she was trying to
hold in a chuckle, "you can't back out now. I need you to go with
them so I can get to the hospital and get things started over
there." The hospital where she worked was having a party for
employees and some of the patients, and I was to bring the boys there
later. "Let me get a camera so I can take a picture of the three of
you," she added. Maybe she wanted to blackmail me sometime in the
future with it, I thought to myself regretfully. Chris snickered at
that; I could never think anything to myself when he was around.
After we had taken pictures of all the possible permutations of
the four of us, the twins and I set out on a mission to deplenish the
countryside of all available sweets. I drew the line at actually
carrying a bag and saying "Trick-Or-Treat", but nevertheless a few
neighbors gave an extra piece of candy to one of the boys for "the
wizard back there."
Okay, I admit it. I was having fun. It was a beautiful Autumn
evening, the sky a crystal-clear, deep, dark blue as the sun neared
the horizon, and Cory and Chris skipped along gaily from door-to-door
collecting treats, occasionaly pulling me onward by the hand. There
were dozens of little goblins and other assorted ghouls out-and
about; super-heroes, cartoon-characters and pirates were our
companions. It was the ultimate kids' holiday, a costumed
combination of Christmas and birthdays.
After we'd traversed I-don't-know-how-many-blocks, Cory and
Chris were having trouble carrying their treasure. The sun had gone
down an hour ago, and it was time to join their mom. The party at
the hospital was okay, but there weren't a whole lot of kids around.
The twins quickly got bored and somewhat cranky, as young boys tend
to do rather easily. Susan had to work the night-shift, and since
we'd already arranged for the two brothers to spend the night with me
anyway I suggested the three of us go looking for a haunted-house.
Susan gave her okay, but insisted that we didn't stay out too late
since it was a school-night. We readily agreed to her terms, but I
think she knew she was wasting her time.
I checked a newspaper and found a fairly large haunted-house
within an hour's drive, and the boys and I took off on another
adventure. We had to wait in line for almost two hours when we got
there, but finally, after paying the admission price, we were
inside. I'd psyched the twins up while we had been waiting, telling
them scary stories about roaming spirits, gory druidic rituals and
the terrors that were set loose on Allhallows Eve, and now a small,
timid vampire was hunkered down alongside me, clutching my wizard's
robe and my hand in a death-grip.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Cory told his brother with
all the bravado a ten-year-old can muster. "Nothing's real in
here." I didn't ask why he was holding my other hand. Rather
tightly, in fact. I also didn't tell him that there were actors
undoubtably hiding inside.
It was pitch-dark in here; as we stumbled blindly through a maze
of narrow, twisting corridors, eerie music with an occasional howl or
scream thrown in added the proper ambience. We could feel what were
supposed to be rat's tails or snakes brushing our feet, and cobweb
like strings hung from the ceiling, tickling our faces. There's
nothing like a total, complete absence of light to send a primal
chill through one's soul; especially a young soul, say about ten-
years-old. I let loose a, demented laugh. It felt so good I did it
again.
"Cut it out Tom," I heard Chris's voice shaking nervously from
somewhere near my elbow. There must be some macho, deep-seated need
for a guy to scare those who are smaller than he is -- be it a wife
or girl-friend, or a little kid-- because I did it again. One of the
boys elbowed me roughly in the gut, and I finally quit.
Spoilsports.
We came upon a dimly lit laboratory scene of various medical
horrors, and a rather ghastly looking fellow -- who looked like he'd
been through a botched open-heart surgery-- noticed all the fake
blood on Cory. "Perhaps the young boy would like to join us for some
experiments," the cadaverous gentleman asked in a hollow voice. He
grabbed Cory's free hand and pulled him insistently towards an-
examining-table in the center of the room. Cory squealed and held on
to me for dear-life, until he was released. So much for bravado.
For a tempting second I had almost let him go, just to see the look
of shocked betrayal on his face, but I couldn't do it. Even I'm not
that cruel.
We moved into another darkened passage, and now both boys were
pushing me along in front of them. I guess they were willing to
sacrifice me to save themselves. Their plan didn't work though. As
we came into another gloomy scenario of blood and guts Frankenstein's
Monster grabbed them from behind with a menacing bellow. The two ten-
year-olds almost knocked me over in their rush to place me between
the monstrosity and themselves, and their eyes were wild with
borderline terror as they screamed in surprise mixed with boyish
delight. Boys enjoy a good scare now-and-then, as long as they know
they can't REALLY be hurt. And I certainly didn't mind them hanging
on to me with all their might, expecting me to `protect' them. If
you've never taken a boy to a haunted-house, I highly recommend it.
We made it to the end without any further mishap. It had
certainly been a good time. So good in fact that Cory wanted to go
through it again, but it was getting late. It had been a long,
delightfully scary evening for my young ghoul-friends (sorry,
couldn't resist), and both boys fell asleep on the way home.
I managed to steer them inside my house, where I sat on the
couch and began undressing Chris, taking off his cape and jacket.
Cory had pulled the hatchet off his head earlier, so all he had left
was blood. It felt good to get out of my robe as well. I was tired,
but the two boys seemed to have gotten their second-wind when they
remembered all that candy they had collected. I let them have a few
pieces (and I had some too, I'll admit), and then they looked at each
other silently, obviously talking between themselves. I hated it
when they did that; invariably it meant the two scamps were up to
something, and it usually involved me. Chris nodded at his twin and
then told me he had to go home for something. I looked at him
suspiciously, but let him go. While he was gone Cory asked if I had
a candle. What in the world...?
Cory was placing the candle in a holder on my coffee-table when
Chris returned. Taking a match, Cory carefully lit the candle.
Chris went through my house turning off all the lights, until all we
had left was the tiny, flickering flame. Silently, the two boys sat
on their legs on one side of the low table, and beckoned me to sit
opposite them. Then they pulled off their shirts, and looked at me
pointedly until I did the same. What were they up to, I wondered.
Chris took three short pieces of string from his pocket, and laid
these together on the table. I could see they were `friendship'
bracelets, the kind that kids made and traded with their friends.
Each narrow cord was tightly braided with three colors; two shades of
blue (light and dark) and one of bright red. Understanding dawned on
me.
"Hey, when did you make--"
Cory and Chris shushed me with shocked looks, as if I were
interrupting a church-service. For that's what they were about to
perform: a ritual of naively innocent boyhood, made all the more
sacred as we neared the magical witching-hour on Allhallows Eve.
Mesmerized, I watched Cory take the ends of the three bracelets
and hold them several inches over the candle. Then he chanted in his
soft voice:
"Through the fire,
we pass these chains,
3 strings are one,
sealed by flame."
Cory quickly passed them three times through the fire, fast
enough so they wouldn't scorch. Then he took one of the cords and
tied it loosely in a double knot on Chris's left wrist, and silently
offered him the remaining two pieces. Following his brother's lead,
Chris held the colored strings above the fire, and thought for a
moment before intoning:
"By flame of candle,
this spell is cast,
2 brothers are now 3,
our love will last."
I was totally captivated. I watched with fascination as Chris
passed them twice through the candle, and then tied one of the
strings around my wrist. The two boys were so serious and solemn,
and their ghoulish makeup made them look rather eerie in the yellow,
dancing flame of the candle. They were other-worldly, young warlocks
practicing bare-chested, high-sorcery on Halloween night, and I was
there charmed disciple. The analogy of boy-love as a religion struck
me once again. Then I realized Chris was holding the remaining cord
out to me. I was expected to contribute to the ritual as well.
Cory and Chris watched me critically as I took the small cord
and held it over the candle as they had done, and gathered my
thoughts. We had all had lots of practice with spells, actually.
The boys were quite adept at coming up with rhymes for the book.
Everyone knows the most powerful incantations have to rhyme. Just
watch "Bewitched".
"Through the fire,
I pass this bracelet,
tied in friendship,
and nothing shall break it."
Chris allowed a small smile of approval to cross his face as he
watched me pass it once through the flame and tie it around his
brother's wrist. Then, almost reverently, my very special friends
linked the little-fingers of their right hands together in their-
`double-promise', and silently looked at me until I wrapped my pinkie
around their's. I was deeply moved by this special gift. I felt
myself shiver as goose-flesh broke out on my skin, almost as if there
truly was magic in the air. The boys felt it as well; I could see
how their small, tender nipples had become even tinier, surrounded by-
goose-bumps in the wavering candlelight.
The ceremony now over, Cory and Chris beamed happily at me. The
reader might like to think that what followed was a wild bacchanalia
of boy-sex, culminating in the ultimate expression of love, but it
was a school-night. I led the two sleepy sorcerers to the bathroom
and washed off as much of their makeup as possible, and then I
lovingly undressed them the rest of the way. Naked, the three of us
slept in a tangle of blissful contentment, covering each-other with a
blanket of love and friendship.
***
I finished our book a few weeks later. Just before I sent it to
my agent though, I added several very important lines at the very
beginning, and promptly forced myself to forget about it. After he
read it he said it was my best book yet, and suggested we re
negotiate my contract with the publisher. In fact he thought the
book could cross genres into the sci-fi/fantasy market, which was
fine with me as long as it was still marketed primarily as a kid's
book. My loyalties would always be with boys, after all. When my
publisher read it, and after a few more weeks of wrangling, I signed
a contract for an outrageous sum of money agreeing to write at least
two more books about the supposedly fictitious twins. I didn't think
that would be a problem, since it was my favorite subject. I felt I
had to share the wealth with the boys though, so for a Christmas
present (one of many, needless to say) I had my agent draw up a
contract splitting the royalties three ways. A separate trust-fund
was set up for each of them, and when they reached the arbitrarily
magic age of eighteen Cory and Chris would have more than enough
money for college or whatever else they wanted to do. Susan nearly
cried when I told her what I had done, she was so grateful. The
twins, of course, wanted the money now. I laughed fondly at their
plans for buying airplanes and race-cars, or candy factories and
arcades.
The book was published in February, and when my copies arrived
the boys were still at school. We had already started on the next
story in the series, but we had all been waiting anxiously for this
one. When Chris `contacted' me he immediately picked up that it was
here at last.
`You've got the book?' I heard his excited voice say in my
head. He caught me off-guard, and I was afraid he'd `pick up' more
than I wanted him too. I started singing a Beatles' song, hoping to
block him out. `Hey, what are you trying to hide?' he accused. His
curiosity aroused, I knew he wouldn't give up easily. I sang
louder. `Tom! Hey, cut it out!'
"Chris, pleeease don't," I begged him. "It means a lot to me
and I don't want you to ruin it. You'll find out when you get
home." I started singing again, but I knew he could get what he
wanted if he really concentrated.
`Oh alright,' I heard him pout. `See you later, I guess.' I had
no way of knowing if he'd really left my head. I dove into our
sequel, hoping to put my mind on other things, in case the
inquisitive, telepathic young boy came back for another assault. I
thought about the tour my publisher wanted me to take to promote the
book. If I went over spring-break, perhaps Susan would let the twins
come along.
The next attack was when Cory and Chris practically tore down my-
front-door after school. Chris had told his twin and both boys were
bubbling over with impatience as they pulled off their winter coats
and rushed me. "Let's see it!" Cory yelled. "Yeah, where is it?"
Chris demanded, still wondering what I had up my sleeve.
I sat on the couch and pulled out a small, gift-wrapped object.
It was the book of course. I wasn't fooling anybody; I just thought
wrapping it would be a nice touch. The boys sat down on my right and
grabbed it unceremoniously from my hands. Cory ripped off the paper
and stared at the cover.
"`Double Trouble'," he said with a smile, reading the title out
loud. The drawing on the front was the three of us, dressed in
clothes that fit the story. What possessed me to use the picture
Susan had taken of me on Halloween I'll never know.
"Hey, it's us!" Chris exclaimed. "Cool!"
"It's my author's copy," I told the two boys, "the very first
one off the press. I want you guys to have it."
Cory and Chris looked at me gratefully, but they both sensed
that there was something else. Chris finally grabbed the thought
from my head. He sucked in his breath with surprise, and quickly
told his brother to open the book and look inside. Past all the
copyright info, on an otherwise blank page, I saw their eyes widen as
they stared at six simple, short lines. Their jaws dropped open with
identical looks of stunned disbelief while they re-read it several
times. Finally Cory found his voice, but it shook a little. "D-Does
it say this in all of them?" he asked in wondering amazement.
I could only nod as I smiled at them. Their reactions were
everything I'd hoped for. I was almost overwhelmed as I felt my love
for the two beautiful, special young boys pouring out of my soul, and
they both felt it as strongly as I did. Our eyes threatened to start
leaking. Suddenly the twins threw their arms around me, hugging me
in a tight, fierce embrace as I hugged them back. Nothing more
needed to be said; our love spoke volumes. It's the most excellent
language there is.
For Cory and Chris;
twin beams of sunlight
and happiness shining
brightly in my grateful heart.
I love you both, forever.
********* T H E E N D *********
God is a magician,
Reality His trick,
and it's all done with mirrors.
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