I served first but Tom took the first point and I eased off a shoe. He took the second point too, but playing in my socks seemed to give me a boost and I took the next four, 15-30, 30-all, 40-30 game, so Tom stood in his bare feet.
The second game started. Tom had a strong serve so I wasn’t surprised that after two points it was 30-love and I was barefoot too. I took the next point though, 30-15 and Tom slipped off the checked overshirt he’d been wearing on top of his T-shirt. Tom took it to 40-15, I was wearing a tracksuit and was quite glad to take off the jacket as I was starting to get hot. I scored the next point though, 40-30, Tom removed the belt from his jeans. Tom took the game on the final match point and I took off my wrist watch.
The third and deciding game. The twins leaned close to each other whispering. My serve again, I aced the first point. Tom blushed as he pulled off his T-shirt and the girls tittered. I won the next point too, 30-love. Tom undid his jeans slowly, allowed them to fall to his ankles and kicked them off. The twins whispered to each other more urgently. I glanced across at Tom and could see from the front of his underpants that he was getting aroused. I swallowed hard, one more point and he’d be nude, two and my dignity would be safe.
It wasn’t to be. Playing in just his boxers galvanized Tom, he took the next point, 30-15 and my T-shirt joined the growing pile of my clothes on the carpet. He won the next as well, 30-all, I inhaled deeply and eased off my trackie bottoms. Now we were even. I glanced at the Tom, the bulge in his pants had grown larger.
The next point was hard fought with a long rally, I could feel sweat trickling over my ribs, but I won. 40-30.
“Show us what you’ve got, big boy,” Leanne giggled.
Tom didn’t hesitate, he pulled down his boxers, allowing his erection to spring free. The twins whispered to each other and kept glancing at Tom.
I shut my eyes, “One more point, one more point,” I repeated in my head. I lost, deuce.
“Off, off, off,” chanted the twins.
I pulled down my underpants. My cock dangled.
“Well that’s disappointing,” said Leona and I blushed. Tom seemed to be enjoying himself now, he moved his hips so that his hard penis swung from side to side like the jib of a crane. The girls whispered and giggled again.
I served, freed from clothes and nerves I took the point easily. Advantage Paul. I also noticed that, with the twins’ eyes on me and with Tom bouncing around beside me, my cock was responding too. I took the point and won the game with a whoop and a full erection.
I slipped the controller off my wrist and reached down to pick up my boxers.
“Not so fast, Tiger,” said Leanne. “Don’t opponents shake after a game?”
I reached out for Tom’s hand.
“Ah, ah, ah, our rules,” said Leona. “You have to shake each other’s cocks.”
I looked at Tom, he shrugged. I took his penis in my hand it felt hot and smooth. He took mine, his fingers were sweaty. We gave each other a perfunctory shake and let go.
“You can do better than that,” said Leona. “We want to see a proper shake.”
“You mean you want us to…” I stood open-mouthed.
“Yep,” A wicked grin spread across Leanne’s face. “Wank each other off.”
“And face this way please,” added Leona. “We want a good view.”
I stood next to Tom and we gave each other a sideways glance. He shrugged again and took my cock in his left hand. I took his in my right. We started to run our fingers along each other’s shafts. I’d never been wanked by anyone else before and it felt good. I came quite quickly and my semen splashed out onto the glass table top.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Don’t stop,” muttered Tom, with an edge to his voice. I realised my hand wasn’t moving on his cock and I started up again, faster. Soon his spunk was shooting across onto the coffee table too.
The girls stood up and applauded. Tom leaned close to me and whispered, “That felt good.”
“Now…” Leona said. The twins evidently hadn’t finished with us yet. But at that moment headlights swept across the curtains as a car turned into the drive.
“Shit, they’re back early. Quick, Leanne, get a cloth and clean that table. You two grab your stuff.”
We bundled up our clothes from the floor and Leona pushed us through the kitchen and, still naked, out through the back door. “Wait here until I tell you the coast is clear. And don’t think we’re finished with you yet.”
Tom and I exchanged glances and struggled into our clothes in the gathering dark. We stood shivering on the patio, even though it wasn’t cold. After a few minutes there was a tap on the window and Leona gestured a hand towards the gate. We crept out of the garden and down the drive.
I glanced at my watch. “Come round to mine,” said Tom. “I’ve got some beer stashed and I could use one.”
We were silent on the short walk to Tom’s. His parents were out but his older sister, Jenny was in, sitting in the lounge watching a reality TV show. “What have you two been up to?” she said as we entered.
“What makes you think we’ve been up to anything?” said Tom, defensively.
Jenny pointed to his chest. “Well, for a start your T-shirt is on inside out and back to front, I can see the label.”
Tom blushed, “It was just a silly game.”
“Maybe I can join in sometime,” Jenny smirked. She was always teasing us and I think she knew I found her disturbingly attractive.
“Come on, Paul,” Tom pushed me towards his room.
“No silly games, boys,” Jenny called after us.
With the door closed behind us Tom felt under the bed and produced a couple of cans of beer. It was warm but we gulped it down anyway.
“That,” said Tom. “Was weirdly enjoyable. I’ll never be able to look old Kennedy in the eye again though. And by the way you give a great hand job.”
“I’ve practised a lot on my own. Anyway you’re not so bad at it yourself,” I said. But Leona’s final words, ‘…don’t think we’re finished with you yet,’ nagged at the back of my mind.