Imagine having twin sons who you one day catch using marijuana in the garage and getting too touchy with eachother.
-🖇️ (sorry if this doesn’t make sense im really high :3)
“Sorry if this doesn’t make sense” he says about one of the most crystal clear, lightning-bolt-to-the-dick level hot scenarios I’ve ever seen on here. Fuck.
Finding my twin boys on the old futon in the garage high as blue blazes with an open package of gummies on the little end table, both shirtless, legs and arms sprawled all over, one boy laying across the other’s lap. I’m so caught off-guard by them being high that it barely even registers that they’re practically petting each other.
I try the old “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” act, but they just start giggling and ask me to come sit down with them — they’re both daddy’s boys and know that the puppy dog eyes work on me every time.
My one boy pushes himself up from his brother’s lap and I sit between them; both twins immediately snuggle up to me, hugging me and nuzzling against my chest, stroking each other’s arms and shoulders.
“It just feels really good dad,” one says, scratching at my beard with his fingertips. “Everything feels . . . More. Y’know?”
I smile in spite of myself, because it always makes me happy hearing my boys say things they’ve picked up from me, even a simple “y’know” here and there.
“I know bub. And I know you’re not little kids anymore, you can make your own choices.” I wrap my arms around both of them. “Honestly, I really oughta be glad it’s just weed. Not the worst thing you could be doing by any means.
They both curl up against me with my arms around them, their own arms half-wrapped around each other too. “I love you dad,” they say almost at the same time.
One of my boys has his hand on my stomach, and starts pulling my shirt up.
“Whatcha doin’ there, champ?” I say, trying to reach and tug my shirt back down.
He yanks my shirt back up and rubs my belly. “I like how your hair feels. It’s really soft, dad.”
“Daaaaad, c’mon, take your shirt off too,” my other son says and he starts trying to tug my shirt off completely. “You’re so warm.”
“Okay okay,” I say as I pull my shirt off “It’s getting a little toasty in here for me anyhow.”
Both boys give me a quiet “yaaayyyy,” then one nuzzles his face in the crook between my armpit and chest, the other with his cheek on my chest reaching over and stroking his brother’s hair with one hand and the other tucked behind my back.
We just sit there together while their hands wander gently, and my heat melts seein’ my boys so sweet and happy. I kiss each one on the forehead, and they giggle.
“Should we do it?” One twin asks the other.
“I’m nervooouuusss,” the other one whines playfully, and everyone knows he’s not nervous at all.
“What’re you boys talking about?” I squeeze their arms with my hands.
They share a mischievous smile, then both stretch up and kiss me on either cheek. I laugh and hug them tighter.
“You’re my good boys, you know that, right?”
“Yessir,” they say in unison, then kiss my cheek again. And again. And again, linger just a little. Then start kissing closer to my mouth.
“Whoa there guys, what’re you —” a kiss right to the lips cuts me off and a muffle a quiet “oh” into his mouth. Before I can say anything else, the other boy jumps in, kissing me long and deep, his tongue sliding against my lips.
“Hang on you two, I think you’re just a little out of it right now.” I try and get up but one boy jumps up in my lap to keep me down, and the other starts kissing my neck and whining at me, “But daaaaddd, it feels so good and we’ve wanted to do this for forever, we were even taking about it before you got here. You’re so handsome dad! We love you so much and just wanna be closer, pleeeaaaase???”
The other nods his head quickly, their eyes still hazy but with a need behind them that I’d never seen before.
“Boys, I — I don’t know what to say.” My words catching in my throat while the twin on my lap sinks a little further into me, and I’m about six seconds away from my body showing them both exactly how much I’m enjoying this.
“You don’t have to say anything, dad,” my other son says, his hands cupped around my beard. “We wanna make you feel good.”
“I know you already feel pretty good,” says the boy on my lap, giggling and bouncing gently on my crotch. Busted.
“Dude, come feel this,” my son says, grabbing his brother’s hand and shoving it under his butt onto my painfully hard dick. “He’s so biiigggggg.”
My boy whimpers when he feels me. “I knew you would be, dad!”
They don’t let me say another word, each taking turns kissing me and letting their hands wander my body, each other’s bodies; switching places on my lap; tugging at my belt buckle and my jeans; taking turns on their knees in front of me, and my mind is spinning while they keep going further and further.
The hell kinda weed did these boys get into???