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Double Trouble - 3 (MM)
by Randu (c) 1991
 

                               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 boys
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, Chris?" 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 like 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. 
      "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.  
      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 butts in the rear.  I could see they would have to
work on their tans, though.  Quite a bit more skin was exposed than with
their shorts, leaving the area around their groins quite pale.
      I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim,
near-naked 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.

(More to come,eventually)

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