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“But I wanted to go!” Sammy shouted.
“So did I!” Remi echoed, stomping for emphasis as Matt toweled them off after their evening bath.
“C'mon, guys,” Matt said, turning one pup around, then the other, to get their backsides dry. “You
know you can't go camping when you have the sniffles. It gets cold at night, and I don't want you getting sick.”
Of course this meant nothing to the twins, who only knew they'd been cheated out of a fun camping trip
with their Cub Scout Pack because of a couple of runny noses.
“But we didn't get sick!” Sammy pressed.
Matt rolled his eyes and elected not to try and explain the ins and outs of sickness and parental
responsibility to four deaf ears.
The boys wouldn't understand patience, practicality and prevention
meant nothing so much as, “Dad's a party-pooper and just likes making us mad.” They didn't realize
that their father would be missing out as well: the Boss had volunteered as an extra leader this
weekend and that meant no intimate time with the big blue dog.
All in a day's work for an adult with responsibilities.
Remi harumphed, crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip about a mile. “Don't start with me,
young man. Either of you. Just because the Boss isn't here doesn't mean I can't operate his
machines.” The pups' ears perked at the mention, and they looked at each other and quieted down.
“Come on, bedtime.” He patted the naked butts and scooted them out of the bathroom.
“Don't we even get a story?” Sammy whined when they were halfway down the hall. “It's not that late.”
“Yeah,” Remi added, because he couldn't just let Sammy get the last word without his support.
“And it's Saturday night, too.”
“Yeah.”
Matt threw up his palm Just sit back and enjoy the ride! s. “Whoa! I just said it was bedtime, not that you had to go right to sleep!”
There was that patience thing again, like a foreign language. “The books are in your room anyway,not the hall.” The boys giggled, placated for the moment. His phone buzzed in his pocket. “Go on in to my room, where the bed's bigger. I'll be right in.”
“Okay, Daddy!” said Sammy, who smacked Remi's rump and ran off impishly. They screamed all the
way to the other end of the house.
The Boss's picture showed on the screen. “Hey,” Matt said.
“How's it going?”
“As well as it can with rambunctious twins. You know how it goes.”
“I dunno, you're just as much of a pawful.”
“Hey!” But that's all Matt said, because it was kind of true. Kind of. “They're clamoring for a bedtime story. At least they stopped complaining about missing the campout.”
The Boss chuckled. “Well, we miss them too. I miss you, too.” Matt's cheeks (all four of them)
blushed brightly. He half-wished the blue dog had padded him before he left, but he'd have to settle
for plain old briefs. “Oh! You wanted a story?”
“What, you wanted to tell one over the phone?”
“Not exactly. Hector...he's been busy teaching a new Scout the ins and outs of the Pack. Oh, crap, I didn't mean it that way.”
Matt laughed. “Knowing Hector, you probably did.”
“Okay, you got me. Last night I had to yell at him to get him out of the shower, and 'punished' him
when he came back to the tent.”
“I'm sure you made him regret his misdeeds, hehe.”
“He squirmed all over the sleeping bag,” said the Boss fondly. “And then he told me what happened
last night before I arrived.”
“Uh oh. I can only imagine.” But Matt didn't have to imagine for long, because the Boss relayed
pretty much everything in delicious detail, and at the end of it all Matt had ruined his underwear quite
thoroughly.
“So, he basically acted like himself,” the Boss finished.
“Sounds like it,” Matt replied.
“I think Sammy and Remi'd like to hear about it. They might feel left out at first, but their little boners
might take their minds off it.”
Matt considered this. “Well, I haven't put anything on them yet, so I suppose it couldn't hurt.”
“Great,” said the Boss. “I'll send the PDF over through Dropbox.”
“He...he wrote it all down?”
“That's what he does. Writes down damn near all the stuff he does. He likes telling the stories just as
much, too.”
“Little hornball.”
The Boss chuckled, they said their goodbyes, and a few seconds later Matt had a shiny new file on his
phone. He sent it to his computer and printed it out.
“What took so long?” asked Sammy when Matt finally turned the corner into the bedroom, stapled pages in paw. “And why're you nekkid?”
“None of your beeswax,” Matt replied. “Besides, it's nothing new to you anyway.”
Remi sniffed at the air. “Dad got naughty,” he said with a look borne almost of disappointment.
“By himself?” Sammy sniffed too, and he knew. “But why? We're right here!”
“Hush, you.” Matt couldn't very well explain that he'd squeezed himself off while the Boss related the
events at camp over the phone. But he could do the next best thing. “Hector wrote about how camp's
been so far, and he thought you might like to hear.” He climbed on the bed with a boy on each side
and began to read.
At first he could tell they were disappointed hearing about their friends' exploits without them, but
when Matt got to the part about Mog and Hector in the tent, their attention became rapt and a set of
arms clung to each one of his on either side.
Around the time Hector led Mog over to the adults' tent he could feel a boner humping agaist each of his thighs.
“I would ask if you're enjoying the story, but I already know,” Matt said.
“So're you,” Sammy mentioned, pointing to his dad's pokey bits
. “And you already went!”
“It's a good story!” Remi said. “Finish it, Dad.”
And so Matt kept on reading about the introduction to Hector's dad and Ret, whom the twins had seen
around but hadn't yet gotten to know well. And as the action escalated his voice got softer and more
sultry, the boys' humping got more frantic, and his own erection poked out of his sheath, unattended but
just fine. Sammy and Remi looked from his face to his dick,unabashedly rubbing against his furry
hips, all blushing and panting and excited.
By the time he'd read the last words each boy had shuddered violently against him, clutching his arm or
chest or belly, while they tingled away in bliss, panting themselves back down to some semblance of
calm. And then they were just plain tired out.
Matt extricated himself from the yawning boys and placed the story on his desk. He went to the
bathroom to check out his hips, which were damp but not that messy. Cute. When he returned, there
was no more room for him on the bed...since the boys had sprawled out all over each other and taken
the entire space. He sighed; they looked so satisfied that he couldn't possibly disturb them now.
“Looks like it's the boys' beds for me again,” he muttered , albeit smiling. It wasn't the first time.
THE END
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