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Clyde and Cliff turned to stare at me. The two were suddenly very uncomfortable. They stared down at the cards in front of them as I dealt a hand for all three of us, watching them as if they were bombs.

“We’re not allowed to gamble,” Clyde—I think—said nervously. “It’s wrong.”

“And illegal,” Cliff—maybe—added. “We could get in trouble.”

“And go to prison,” the first one finished.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said, giving them a wink as I placed the rest of the deck in the middle of the table. “It’ll be just like before, remember?” I paused, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially. “You liked what we did before, right? During the picnic yesterday?”

Together, the twins’ eyes widened. “So,” I went on, feeling like I had them. “Why don’t we make this interesting?” I scooped my cards up and held them in front of me. “I’ve got a little something for you two.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a bottle of poppers. This one was fresh, having never been opened, so it was bound to be good. Smiling, I set the bottle down onto the table next to the cards. The twins let out an adorable little gasp when they saw what I’d done.

“Since we don’t want to get in trouble,” I said, snickering, “why don’t we change the rules of poker just a bit? That way…” I peeked over my cards at the twins. “...even if someone finds out, we’ll be alright.”

The twins weren’t looking at me. They only had eyes for the bottle. A few good hits yesterday was all it took to get them both addicted. I really was lucking out with this bet.

“What…?” one asked, trying to tear his eyes off the poppers and failing. “What’re the rules, sir?”

“It’s simple,” I said amicably while moving my cards around. “There’s no money involved so it’s not really gambling. But the winner of each hand…” I nodded down at the poppers bottle. “…gets a prize.”

I had the twins’ full attention now. “Each time one of us has a winning hand, we take one hit off that ‘special’ bottle, okay?” The twins nodded at the same time. “Good,” I said, still moving my cards around. “And the losers have to take one piece of clothing off.”

Clyde and Cliff shared a look. For a second, I was worried they might say no. The fear was dashed when they nodded once at each other and turned to me.

“Okay,” they decided together, picking their cards up. “Who goes first?”

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“Listen, you two,” I said, wiping my greasy fingers off on a napkin. “I gotta… tend to some personal business. Nature calls, and all that. You two know what I’m saying?”

Cliff—or Clyde—ever the helpful young man, pointed behind me. “We’re not far from the woods,” he said eagerly. “You can go in there.”

“Just watch out for poison ivy,” the other one added. “Remember, leaves of three, leave it be!”

“Right,” I said, grimacing as I stood up from sitting on the ground for so long. “I’ll do that.”

I walked as fast as I could toward the treeline without actually running. The hardon in my pants made it difficult. Relief couldn’t come soon enough. It wasn’t just that I was horny. My brain needed something to break up the monotony.

Fortunately, I’d brought just the ticket. As soon as I was far enough away, my hand snaked down into my back pocket. I pulled out a small, square, brown bottle.

“Daddy’s little helper,” I said, grinning. “Just what I needed.”

I wasn’t looking where I was going and managed to step into a gopher hole. The bottle almost slipped out of my hand, but some quick maneuvering saved it. The treeline was just up ahead. I found a gap that let me squeeze in and settled behind a large oak not far in.

These woods were spooky. If I were honest, they’d always given me the creeps. It felt like things were watching me from within them. I would never admit this to Jimmy, but this was why we never went hiking together.

None of that mattered, though. The denseness of the trees was a blessing now. It meant I was out of sight of Saunders’ creepy little well-behaved spawn.

Giving the bottle a few good shakes, I undid the top button of my jeans. The second button went easy, but I had trouble with the third. At last, though, my cock sprang free, waving hard and ready in the warm summer breeze. The cap on the bottle popped off. I held it under my left nostril, pinched the right one closed, and took a huge-ass hit from the poppers.

“Oh yeah…” I exhaled as the world tilted slightly. “That’s the stuff!”

Occasionally, a man just has to take matters into his own hands when he wants to feel good. As the woods spun, I gripped my hard cock in my fist. The head was already leaking thanks to the poppers. I added a big ol’ loogie to the mixture—my own personal brand of homemade lube—and started stroking.

For a moment, it was just me and my hand. I ran my fist up and down, using long strokes out of necessity. My cock isn’t built for beginners, another thing that could prove to be an issue where the twins were concerned.

Thinking about the twins made my mind wander. “Yeah,” I grunted out. “Suck that fat daddy cock… Couple of little faggots!”

I pictured their sweet little mouths, which had been busy saying grace earlier, wrapped around each side of my man meat. They were licking and slobbering all over it, just like they had earlier with those rib bones.

“Fucking sluts!” I grunted, stroking faster now.

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As soon as we were out of town, I grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck. “Okay, boy!” I said sternly. “Assume the position.”

Jimmy resisted, but I held on tight. After a moment, he gave up and lay himself across my lap. The shorts he wore clung to his pert little behind perfectly. I savored the view for a second, feeling my cock getting hard. Jimmy could feel it too, judging by the way he shifted.

“Pull ’em down,” I ordered.

I was talking loud enough for Saunders and his sons to hear. The twins faced forward in the seats in front of us, but I noticed how they kept glancing back. Jimmy, meanwhile, slowly began to lower his shorts. The elastic hem slid down far enough to expose the crack of his rear.

My cock jumped at the sight. Jimmy felt it and gave his ass a little shake as the shorts moved around his creamy white peaches. Little white hairs sprang out around those twin globes.

I salivated a little at the sight. “You really should have learned better by now,” I told my son in a mock-threatening voice. “Now you’re gonna get it.”

Bringing my hand down, I slapped it across Jimmy’s left cheek. “One,” I called out, leaving behind a nasty red handprint. “Two…”

The slaps began to fill the interior of the SUV. “Three…” I said, marking my son’s bottom again. “Four…”

Clyde and Cliff kept glancing back. I could tell they were uncomfortable. One of the twins tried to adjust himself without being noticed. I caught the movement and grinned. The little freak was getting off on it.

“Five…” I announced louder. “Six!”

They weren’t the only ones watching either. Saunders was staring at Jimmy and I through the rearview mirror. He was doing a decent job of staying on the road at the same time. His fancy new vehicle must have been designed with an auto-drive feature. Either way, his eyes stayed rooted on my son’s marked-up peaches the whole time. He even shifted a bit in his seat, which let me know he was getting hard.

I always knew the man was secretly a pervert.

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