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Double Trouble - 7 (MM)
by Randu (c) 1991
 

                               CHAPTER 7
                               
    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 heart-beat 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 ok?" 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 ok," 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 sweet aroma of
boy 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.
    "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 ME!
    "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 his arms and legs 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 sucked 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 seemed 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 months break between
books, but this one seemed to be rolling out quickly.  I guess I was
doubly inspired.


Authors note: Keeps going and going and going...I'll finish it one
of these days. Thanks for everyone's patience and encouragement.

Randu

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