When I was seventeen I lived next door to twin boys. They weren't identical at all, but you could tell they were brothers. They had sandy-blond hair, blue-gray eyes, and were slim and athletic. Randy was slightly taller, maybe an inch or so, with a longer face and nose, and had lusher lips that were pretty red. Brian had thinner lips that were sort of pinkish, and a shorter, rounder face. They were fourteen.
They were good guys, and we'd grown up living next to each other, so we were all good friends. I was three years older, and that really didn't matter much until I went to high school. Once I got to the tenth grade, they started seventh grade, and we had different friends and circles we hung out in.
They were pretty athletic and were on sports teams. They both played baseball, while Brian was on the wrestling team and Randy was on the swim team. I was no jock at all. Stoner. So we didn't have any of the same friends, but we'd grown up together and stayed somewhat friends.
They were fourteen now, barely, and showing puberty. They had small acne breakouts, were sprouting up like crazy, and filling out. Their asses were getting full and juicy, and their packages were showing real development. They weren't shy about wearing tight pants, and I'd seen them in swimming trunks a lot over the years, but this summer I couldn't go swimming with them because they'd give me major erections when I saw them in their tight speedos. I used to watch them swim from my old upstairs bedroom window, and I sometimes saw them changing in and out of their swimsuits through their bedroom windows. I used to see them changing clothes a lot before I moved downstairs. I still went up there and did so when I thought I could get away with it.
I was at home, like usual, one weekend over the summer after ninth grade. I didn't do much with my friends because I was dealing with being gay and afraid of being outted if I went out and hung around with the guys. I had gotten a big bag of weed and some beers from my older cousin. I was going to get really wasted Saturday night while my folks were out of state at a wedding of some cousin of dad's I had never met.
I had begged out of weekend parties and such, as usual, and was sitting in the basement Saturday night, which was my room, smoking weed in a bowl made out of a beer can I had just emptied. It had been beer number one, and I was now working on beer number four. I was buzzed good and having an okay time. I was watching the Creature Feature show and zoning out when someone knocked on the basement window.
I got up, hid the beer cans and beer-bowl, and pushed the curtain aside.
Brian was looking in at me with a huge grin.
"What's up?"
"We can smell the grass, dude. We wanna come down and get high."
"Yeah, dude. Don't bogart!" Randy yelled with a laugh from behind him.
"You guys don't smoke," I laughed back.
Brian looked behind himself, then back at me.
"We wanna check it out," he said with a shrug.
"You sure?"
I mean, they're jocks. They never even accepted a beer when I'd offered them.
They both said, "Hell yeah," at the same time.
"Okay. Meet me at the back door."
I pulled on sweatpants over my boxers and went up and let them in. They were both wearing khaki shorts and collared short-sleeve shirts, Randy's was red, Brian's blue. And they both had on white tennies with low socks. As we headed downstairs, I could smell their cologne.
"You guys ever get high before?" I asked as we hit the basement.
"Nope," they said in unison.
They did that a lot. I sometimes wondered if there was any truth to the thing about twins knowing each other's thoughts and such. They used to try to make me believe they could, but I never did.
"Hope you ain't got any plans for later tonight," I warned them.
"We were gonna go to Jessie's party, but Angelo Barducci is going to be there, so we're not going," Randy explained.
"Who's Angelo Barducci?" I asked.
"The biggest dick in school," Brian said.
"He's such a massive jerk. Don't know why Jessie asked him."
"And we kinda miss hanging out with ya, man," Brian said.
"Yeah, been a long time since we did stuff together," Randy added.
I'd missed them, too. We'd been good friends, and done a lot together. That had been a lot of fun. I felt great that they'd missed me.
"I missed you guys, too," I said, grinning and feeling embarrassed.
I pulled the beer-bowl out as well as my beer.
"Got another one?" Brian asked.
"Beer?" I asked, shocked.
"Yeah. We wanna get toasted tonight. Fuck it," Randy said.
"Well, guess we can arrange that," I said with a laugh, then told them the beer was in the fridge upstairs. "And get my screens. They're in my bottom desk drawer in the wood box. Just bring the box."
They both went upstairs, and I watched their cute asses in those slightly tight khakis until they were up the stairs. Those hot little asses waggled nicely all the way up the stairs. And they both had great legs; long, slightly muscly, lean and smooth. I cleaned a good pile of weed while I waited and hoped my erection went down. They were gone for a long time. I was about to go upstairs and see if they left or something when I heard them coming down the stairs.
They were both grinning and red-faced. I knew something was up. And I was taking as long and lingering a look at them as I could. I liked guys, a lot, and the twins were damned cute. Their khakis hugged their legs, and made nice bulges in front. And I was almost sure they both had boners or were a little hard. Or I was just being hopeful. I mean, those packages were juicy and full anyway, but I was pretty sure there was a sort of secondary bulge on the left side of Randy's package.
"What?" I asked, smiling.
They looked at each other then shrugged at me. Randy opened a beer and handed it to me, Brian handed me the box, and they sat down.
I should mention that since I don't have a lot of visitors, I use the old couch downstairs, and don't have anywhere else to sit. So I was in the middle of the couch as usual, and they were on the ends. As Brian walked in front of me, he sort of held his beer can just so that I couldn't get a good look at his package up close.
They both took a swig of their beers, and then grimaced.
"That's pretty gross," Brian said.
"Tastes like piss," Randy said.
"You'll get used to it. Or not."
We laughed. I made more holes in the beer can, then put a screen over them. Then I put a nice pile of weed on the screen. They watched pretty close, not having seen that done before. Then they watched as I lit and inhaled.
I held the hit, and explained, "Take a soft hit, don't suck hard."
They looked at each other and laughed.
"What?" I asked.
They both shrugged and kept smiling.
"Just inhale a little. Try to hold it in as long as you can," I continued explaining, smoke coming out with each word. "You're gonna cough, but go ahead, don't try not to."
I handed the beer can to Randy. He put his finger over the carb hole like I showed them, and then inhaled carefully. He coughed like crazy. Then Brian tried. He coughed badly too.
We passed the can around, until it was burned out. They got to the point they could inhale and not cough it out, and could hold it a while. Then we drank our beers and laughed for no good reasons. The movie was goofy, some old monster flick, and we made fun of it.
"I feel like I'm floating," Brian said.
"Like I'm not really sitting on the couch," Randy agreed.
When we'd finished the beers, I sent them upstairs for another, and filled the bowl with fresh weed. They were upstairs a long time again. I figured they were using the john, and I needed to, so I went up. My bedroom light was on, the bathroom door was open and dark. I walked toward my room and they came out laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked, feeling suspicious.
They looked so guilty. We'd all known each other for years, so I knew what their guilty looks were.
"Nothing!" they said together.
"What the hell were you guys doing in my room?"
"Nothing!" they said together.
