Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 17:05:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Insatiable, Chapter 2, Gay Male Incest

INSATIABLE


by Kevin Donovan


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All characters are imaginary, and all are willing adult participants.

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CHAPTER TWO

	In the living room, Drew gestured Shayne and Layne toward the sofa,
placed predictably in front of the large window overlooking the front
porch.  The curtains were never drawn here--there was no public to see into
the lighted interior.  The twins settled a foot or so apart on the leather
cushions and spread their feet wide.  Drew gave Brandon a "pick one"
glance, and Brandon sank to his knees between the manly feet of--he
supposed--Layne, whose cock already soared.  Drew knelt before the second
of the Twin Towers and leaned forward to kiss each of Shayne's low-hanging
testicles wetly.


	"Guys, you try not to cum," instructed Brandon, taking charge.
"Drew and I will try to make you cum.  We'll see which of you is the Man in
Charge."  He engulfed Layne's member, and Drew did likewise on his own
Withrow.


	"Damn, you guys are good.  That's a lot of cock to take down to the
root like that."  Layne was, himself, imbedded pubes-deep in Brandon's maw,
but his eyes were fastened on the swallowed boner of his brother.  It
remained out of sight for a full minute, as Drew's face turned
progressively redder.  Finally, it emerged, slimy, and Drew took a deep
breath.  Brandon performed similar lung-stretching exercises nearby.


	"This is pretty much the only way to shut the boys up," commented
Shayne.  Layne just moaned deeply.


	"It doesn't work on us, though.  I gotta make some noise...Ohhhh,
fuck!"  Echoed by his twin, Layne called on every known member of the Holy
Family and a large percentage of the catalogue of Saints to witness his
ecstasy.  There was also a considerable quantity of moaning and an excess,
of "Oh, shit!" and "Aw, fuck, Man!"


	"I can't take much more," Layne declared after several more minutes
of exquisite torment.  "I have to let it go."  Then, after some
teeth-clenching, "Ohhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiit, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk....." A blast
of salty fluid washed past Bran's tonsils.  He pulled back and clamped down
with his lips to capture the rest of the copious load.


	Then, "AuuuuugggggH fuuuuuccccckk!"  Shayne bucked his hips
desperately, pulling his cock briefly out of Drew's mouth to spray his
cheek and nose with a stream of white semen.  Drew got the loose hose back
under control and imbedded it deep in his throat, while it continued to
pump fluid, and Shayne continued to shout.


	All tension drained from the two muscular fellatees, as they sank,
limbs drooping, into the soft support of the sofa cushions.


	"That was a sympathetic ejaculation," declared Shayne.  "It started
AFTER Layne began to blow--so that means Drew and I win.  I never could
hold my jizz if Layne was shootin' his."


	"Me neither, Bro.  If you had started first, I'd have been right
after.  That explains some of your nocturnal emissions when I was out West,
three hours later than your time, and some of my mysterious, late-afternoon
pants-wetting at the office in La Jolla."


	The men all laughed.


	"That, or too much coffee," finished Shayne.



	Drew stood, saying, "Well, I'm sypathetic, but I haven't had my
first ejaculation."  He took Brandon's hand and pulled him up onto his
hands and knees.  He knelt behind him and was about to plant his tongue on
Brandon's pucker, when Shayne interrupted.

	"Hey, man, let me handle that part.  Then, I'll sit back and watch
you do the nasty."

	"I thought this WAS the nasty," said Brandon.

	"Naw, man.  It's fuckin' ass."

	Drew sat on his haunches and made room for his friend.  Shayne
settled between Brandon's feet, leaning forward to plant his mouth around
Brandon's anus.  He tongued the hole, then went to licking all about it and
the immediate vicinity, down to taking each of Brandon's balls into his
mouth for a good ball-washing.  Layne watched his brother work with a small
smile on his face.  But Drew moved in behind Shayne and began to perform a
similar service on his friend, providing even more recreational ass-licking
for Layne to enjoy.  It wasn't long before Layne caved, sliding down off
the sofa to take up a position behind Drew, where he latched onto Drew's
ass in the same fashion, giving him also a good rimming.


	"There's something inherently unfair about this line thing," he
commented.


	"Next time, be quicker," his brother retorted from further up the
train.


	The ass-munching continued for several minutes.  Then Drew tapped
Shayne on the butt.  Shayne pulled is tongue out of Brandon's pucker and
moved back up to the sofa to set his own damp rump onto the cushion.

	"I trust this is why your uncle chose leather upholstery."


	"Likely so."


	Layne sat beside his brother and laid his arm across Shayne's broad
shoulder.  Shayne's hand gravitated to Layne's crotch, where he idly
fingered his twin's short pubes as they both watched Drew take his position
behind his lover.  Drew's manly appendage was a nice one, in the Magnum
range, and thick, sporting an attractive helmet on its circumcised head.
That corona ridge promised to offer some prostate-pleasing sensations as it
rubbed back and forth inside a man's rectum. Drew placed it at Brandon's
sphincter and gave a firm push, followed by a practiced, controlled weight
of pressure to slide the unit all the way into its holster.  He gave a
little hip-grinding motion to anchor himself.  Then, as Brandon backed into
him rhythmically, Drew began hunching like a yard dog.


	"How much would you have to pay in La Jolla to see a show like
that?" Shayne asked his brother.


	"Hell, I don't even know if you could.  Maybe across the border.
The Bitch kept me on a tight leash, remember."


	"Incidentally, Bro, did you ever hear any more from the surfer dude
that got you into the shit with her?"


	"Oh, yeah, right before I left.  He made me buy him a new pair of
flip-flops and a tee-shirt.  Damn prick wears expensive brands.  But then
he stayed over and I fucked him all night.  I was in a motel, but he had my
cell number."


	"Sounds like you came out on top, in a manner of speaking."


	Drew pulled out of Brandon and rolled him over onto his back to
reinsert in missionary position.  Brandon considerately rotated ninety
degrees so that his butt faced the audience, to give the brothers full
views of this penetration.  Shayne obligingly picked up a firm pillow from
the end of the sofa and passed it to Drew, who slid it under his partner's
ass, giving it a more accessible elevation.  He thrust his rigid member
back inside, rather roughly.  Bran grunted, but did not complain.


	As the audience watched, Drew rutted his husband vigorously.  Layne
now played with Shayne's near tit, and his own pecker had grown rigid
enough for Shayne to begin jacking on it.  Drew's hips went up and down in
an accelerating crescendo.  Each thrust caused a thwacking sound and made
Bran's whole body shudder with the impact of padded pelvis on padded hip
bones.  At last, Drew gasped and pressed his dick as far up Brandon's colon
as he could push it.  He froze, trembling, then gave a few quick jabs to
strip out the last of the fluid he was pumping into his partner.  Sweat
dripped from his reddened jaw.  The first breeding of the night was
accomplished.  Drew collapsed onto Brandon, whose arms embraced him.  They
kissed.


	Shayne and Layne kissed, too, drawn deeply into the passion and
eroticism of the moment.  After several minutes, they separated, and Shayne
rose from the sofa.  He leaned down and caressed Drew's shoulder gently,
but then took hold of Brandon's hand and gave it a firm pull.


	To both men, he said, "You boys got my motor running.  I'm cutting
in, if you don't mind.  I think I have the next dance with this lovely
specimen of manly beauty and virtue here.  Shall we adjourn to the bedroom,
Bran?"


	Smiling, Drew gave his lover a parting kiss and rolled off to the
side to allow Shayne to assist Bran to rise into his own arms for a
welcoming kiss, a bit longer and more sensual.  Resting both hands on his
hip bones, Shayne steered Brandon toward the back of the cabin and into
Bran's own bedroom, with its king size bed.  Layne watched them down the
hall, taking a deep swig from his now-warm beer.

	"Let's get cold ones," suggested Drew.  He rose gracefully and
headed into the kitchen, with Layne following.


	Cracking open the brews and handing one off, Drew tapped bottle
necks with Layne and smiled.


	"Now the question is--is it better for you if we go off on our own
into the other bedroom and figure things out between us, or would it be
better for you if we join the others on their big bed, so you can watch
them fuck while you pound my ass?"


	Layne took a deep swig.


	"There's room on their bed, and I'm not as shy as Shayne seems to
think.  Back in the day, I knew he fucked other guys, we even compared
notes--but I never got to watch.  Maybe now we can teach one another a
thing or two."


	"May be.  I know Bran and I really like to watch one another."
Drew led the way, Layne right behind him with a hand on his hip.


	Shayne lay atop Brandon, but the penetration had not yet taken
place.  They were kissing and rolling against one another's skin, still
heating up to one another.  They edged over a bit to allow a full half of
the mattress to the newcomers without actually breaking their concentration
on one another.  Drew went around to the far side and rolled onto the bed
on his back.  Layne climbed aboard atop him, and the two commenced to
making out and grinding their bodies together erotically, as their partners
were doing.


	Brandon was already pre-opened and pre-lubed.  In a couple of
minutes, his feet rose up above Shayne's buttocks, tilting his pelvis, and
Shayne slid his cock into the proffered hole without ceremony.  He sighed,
and Bran groaned.  Shayne had almost an inch of length and most of another
in girth over Drew.  Shayne began fucking slowly, but deeply, gradually
increasing in tempo and power.  Brandon sort of hummed contentedly.


	Layne hardly missed a blink of the action.  He planted his cock
head at Drew's back door and then pretty much went for the "home invasion"
style of entry.  Drew gave a long, strangulated utterance, but no
intelligible protest.  Once in, Layne paused to reconnoiter.  He jiggled
his dick a bit, back and forth.  Drew's vocalizing settled to a low
moaning, as he pulled a spare pillow from the head of the bed and swivelled
it around to the men's midsections, prompting Layne to raise himself
slightly, with Drew pressed up against him, so that the pillow could be
slid under Drew's buttocks.  Thus elevated, he pulled his feet up atop his
passenger's hips and rested his heels lightly on the muscular globes.
Layne began to thrust, in imitation of the pacing set beside him by his
brother. The race was on--whether to cum first or hold out longest was
never articulated.


	If it was to reach ejaculation first, then Shayne won, but then, he
had had a head start.  He blasted his best fast-ball into the mitt of his
happy catcher in a series of quick, forceful jabs, slowing gradually to
prolong and complete the evacuation of the sperm pipes.  He ended with both
tongue and cock implanted as deeply as they could go into the complementary
cavities of his partner in copulation.  Layne noticed the flexing and
clenching of Brandon's cute toes as his legs stretched skyward in his own
ejaculatory bliss.  There would be two slimy bellies next to him once they
peeled themselves apart.


	Layne was going for the longest ejaculatory hold-out.  He fucked
Drew into semi-consciousness as the other two came down from their sexual
high, but then he roused his partner to flip him onto his knees for a
doggie fuck.  After a few minutes, that proved to be an untenable position
for the noodle-limbed Drew, in his state of barely functioning musculature,
and he slid down flat on the mattress, legs splayed, with Layne's knees
settling in the middle, between his own.  Layne's hip action was not
hampered in the least.  The others watched appreciatively as Layne's tight
buttocks rose and fell, clenching provocatively on each low point, as he
drove his maleness into his partner's gaping rectum.  Abruptly, Layne
clenched and froze, firing blasts of semen in multiple bursts into Drew's
colon.  His muscles failed him, too, then, and he collapsed onto Drew's
sweaty back.  They rested.


	Shayne spoke up.  "You boys OK?"  He sounded slightly concerned.


	There was a long pause.  Finally, Drew drawled, "I would describe
myself as...well fucked."  That would be something of an understatement,
all would concur.


	Brandon just said, "Mmmmm."  This was interpreted as agreement.


	All four having ejaculated at least once, and the Withrow boys
twice, it was non-verbally decided that this was nap time, though it was
hardly ten o'clock yet.  But in less than an hour, Brandon wiggled out from
under Shayne and stumbled around to the other side of the bed to tap Layne
on the butt-cheek.


	"My turn.  C'mon."


	Layne pulled himself off of Drew to trudge stiffly after Bran's
sexy, retreating buttocks.


	"Swing by the shower," he mumbled.


	Brandon interpreted the muttering correctly, and the two spent
several minutes washing crusty semen off of one another before drying and
proceeding to the other bedroom, with its queen-sized bed.


	"What position do you like?"  Layne was flexible, but ready to rut.


	"Let's do missionary first.  Then, you can rest up on side-to-side
if you like, or from the rear."


	"Good plan."


	Brandon lay on the bed, and Layne climbed on top, nuzzling his neck
and ear.


	"Oh, yeah.  I like that.  This is my favorite position for romance
and personal contact.  From the rear is good, too, but for being lost in my
own little world."


	"You are obviously a very special guy. Drew dotes on you.  Shayne
has lusted after you for years.  I thought he might murder Pierre for
keeping him away from you that other time.  You notice Pierre is
history--still alive, but history.  I can tell you, Bran, I'm looking
forward to this.  Just that first kiss when we came in got me sittin' on
ready."


	"Hey, take your time, Lover-boy.  We have all weekend.  Let's make
each cum count--if this one doesn't suit, you, we'll keep trying 'til it
does.  You have Drew to look forward to, too, and I can tell you, he is
pretty special, top AND bottom."


	"I don't get on bottom too much, I guess Shayne told you, or at
least told Drew.  I want to for you each, though, sometime this weekend.
Part of the experience, you know.  The full audition."


	"I'll take you up on it, though I'm rarely the top.  Drew doesn't
complain--he likes to be.  But every once in a while, I know he'd like to
be ravished by a man with a big cock.  That's one reason why having you two
around would be so good for him.  As for me, well, I haven't found my limit
yet--I guess Drew may have told you, on bottom I'm pretty much..."


	"Insatiable--yeah, so he said.  And believe me, that sounds good to
both of us.  We love a challenge."


	Much of this conversation was interspersed between kisses, on
Bran's neck, ears, and face.  Gradually, Layne became more and more focused
on his mouth, but he made forays to other adjacent parts, as well.  With
his right hand, he stroked and manipulated Brandon's cock and balls.  He
then began to make out with the left tit.  Working his way downward, in
several minutes, Layne arrived at Bran's inflated cock.

	Layne made love to Brandon's crotch, not just his achingly hard
dick, but his scrotum, both testicles, his pubic area, and the crevices in
between.  He brought the object of his attentions to the edge of
ejaculation three or four times before, amid much whining and begging from
above, he finally and mercifully slid his lips all the way down to the
trimmed pube-line and swallowed Bran's throbbing cock-head three times,
eliciting a scream from the recipient's throat and a long gush of sperm
down Layne's.


	In the room next door (neither door begin closed) Drew's voice
could be heard making the dry observation, "Apparently, Layne just brought
Brandon off."  But immediately, it went quiet again over there, because
those two were deeply involved in their own joint exercises, with Drew's
face at the moment being buried in Shayne's delectable butt-muff.


	Bran was shuddering and shivering with a full-body orgasm.


	"Are my nuts still there?  I didn't shoot them out down your throat
did I?" he asked plaintively.


	Layne answered by bathing them gently and appreciatively with his
oversized and over-wet tongue.


	"If I ever had a cum that strong, I don't remember it.  I won't
remember this one, either.  I think my brain shorted out.  Man, you are
some great cocksucker."


	"I'm good at clit-licking, too, but The Bitch never appreciated it.
She didn't like sex much, really, when you come right down to it.  I think
that's the real reason I prefer a man--we tend to think alike about sex.
Your dick tastes and smells a hell of a lot better, too.  Sad to say, even
your asshole does."


	Bran smiled.  "I'm not sad for you to say it."


	They made out erotically for several minutes.  Layne's dick was
hard as a steel beam the whole time.  Bran raised his parted legs and
tilted his pelvis.  It was time.


	Layne entered smoothly and painlessly, a much more benevolent
takeover than he had shown to Drew previously.  He bottomed out, clenched a
couple of times, and began to pole rhythmically.  Layne did not seem to
have lost any manly vigor at all as a result of his previous ejaculations.
He was as hot and passionate as ever.  The breeding took a full twenty
minutes, but it was not prolonged.  Layne blasted Brandon's guts with his
seed in a series of spurts, after which he settled in buried to the root to
enjoy the deep coupling.


	Brandon kissed him tenderly.  "Thanks.  That was great.  You about
pumped dry?"


	"Hell, no.  I can go all night, if we space them out some, maybe
one an hour or so from here on out.  Also, each one might take a little
longer."


	"Which is not a bad thing.  Let's go see what our boys are up to.
I'll get us more beer on the way."


	The two strolled out into the hallway and separated.  Bran picked
up a six-pack and rejoined the others, who were sitting up on the bed,
where Drew and Shayne had apparently been engaged in quiet conversation.


	"Your brother is a very good lover, Shayne.  Right up there with to
two of you, actually.  Lots of hot cock in this room."


	"That's what we were just saying, Bran.  Some pretty deep man-cunt,
too.  Look, if you're satisfied, sexually, we can all call it night, and
see what goes down in the morning.  We don't want to injure you just to
show off."


	"Drew, when was the last time I asked you to pull out because I was
tired of being fucked?"


	"That's easy, Babe.  Never happened.  You're more the 'fuck me
harder' type."


	"My recollection exactly.  So guys, don't stop' til you get enough,
Dudes.  I'm game."


	Drew, Shayne, and Layne shared a communicative gaze.  Finally, Drew
spoke.  "OK, Layne, you just took a turn over there.  We should give you a
short break.  In here, since Layne fucked me and Shane fucked you, Bran, I
also fucked Shayne.  So I guess we're all pretty much tied up, but it's
kind of Shayne's turn at bat--he's had the longest rest, and he might have
built up a sperm cell or two by now.  What say?"


	Bran grinned.  "Fine with me!"  Shayne shrugged and smiled with a
cute, sweet shyness.


	Bran joined his hands in front of himself and parted them,
indicating that Drew and Shayne should make room in the center of the big
bed.  They laughed and rolled apart, allowing Bran to scoot in and roll
over, splaying his feet wide.


	"All aboard!"  he cried.  "Queue up!"


	Shayne alone climbed aboard.  The other two men popped open beers
and moved down past the foot of the bed, where there were a pair of chairs
separated by a small lamp table, with great views of the action on the
mattress.  In no time, Bran had a pillow under his rump, ready to receive
his invader with drawbridge down.


	Shayne kneed up first to take a few humps at Bran's mouth.


	"Damn," said Layne, as his brother's very substantial unit went all
the way down Brandon's throat until the short pubes rested at his lips.
"Gotta check that out later."  Shayne fucked at Bran's mouth appreciatively
for a couple of minutes.


	But that open cunt was too inviting, wet, and promising.  He soon
slid back down, pelvis to pelvis, and without manual assistance, easily
slid his cock all the way up Brandon's rectum.  He paused to settle in,
wiggling his hips.  Then he raised them, slammed them down hard, and raised
again, over and over, pounding Bran's ass without mercy.


	Bran vocalized like a hound dog on the scent.  He was almost
yodeling with pleasure.


	"Good we don't have neighbors," commented Layne.  "We don't have
neighbors, do we?"


	"Not for over a mile," Drew answered.


	"Good thing.  Or we might expect the Sheriff."


	"I know a couple of the deputies.  We should invite them sometime.
They're hot--Marines, and they know about helping out a buddy."


	"Oh, God.  I just got harder, and I didn't think I could."


	Meanwhile, the show went on just feet away.  Speaking of feet,
Brandon's and Shayne's were entwined and flexing, digging and grasping at
the straining sheet.


	"Shayne has nice feet.  Which is to say, you do, too.  I always
liked Bran's feet.  Good to suck and lick on."


	"You, too.  You'll get some nice foot rubs around here, too.  Hey,
we should all go for pedicures at that strip mall Vietnamese place.  Keep
'em in good shape."


	"Oh, Bran and I already do."


	The stars of the show heard none of this.  They were in deep rut.
With no one aching for immediate release, the fucking proceeded for some
time.  Shayne rolled off on Bran's back side and thrust back into his butt
from spoon position.  This continued for several minutes as well, and then
Shayne pushed his bitch over onto his stomach, rolled on top, and
reinserted.  His enormous cock was as firm as ever, and as beautiful.  Both
of the Withrow twins had a slight upward curvature in their erections,
which could be used very handily for massaging the butt-nut.


	Bran cried out ecstatically, reporting that he was cumming on the
mattress, hands-free.  Shayne pounded him harder, fucking the cum out of
him without mercy.  "Oh,God, oh,God, oh, God...." cried Brandon.



	In a series of deep, resounding, butt-smacking thrusts, Shayne
emptied his nuts yet again into Brandon's receptive colon.  Brandon
appeared to be in tears.  He lay still, with Shayne gently kissing his
neck.  They whispered quietly for a moment.  Shayne rose up, removing his
dripping, slimy dick with an audible slurp.  He was smiling widely.


	On his knees at the foot of the bed, he spoke to the others for the
first time.  "He's fine.  Who's next?"


	"Well, I finished my beer.  And my dick is a bit smaller, maybe it
counts as a break.  I'll go."


	Drew left Brandon just lying there on his back and climbed atop
him.  He nuzzled his lover's neck and whispered softly to him.  He got a
low murmur and slight nod of the head in response.  Apparently, there was
no need to call the EMT's, not yet, anyway.  His dick, already hard, slid
into its familiar groove, and he began to slide it up and down, slowly at
first, but gradually increasing.  It was another half-hour fuck.  Drew felt
as if he could fuck all night with perfect hard-on, without the need to
cum.


	"You want me to cum for you, or not?" he whispered.


	"OK, either," he heard back.


	"Do you need the lube?"


	"Nah-ah."


	"I'll save it, then.  Here comes Layne."  Brandon smiled, eyes
still closed.


	Drew pulled out and patted his partner's damp rump.  "All yours,"
he announced to Layne.


	Layne also left Bitch Brandon lying and climbed onto his backside.
He slid his cock up and down Bran's slimy crack a few times just to check
the firmness and to pick up a little extra slickness for entry, though it
was not really necessary on either count.  He slid in easily and began to
fuck.  Brandon cooed quietly.


	Shayne went for beers, but the boys were still doing exactly the
same thing when he returned.  "Last cold six-pack," he announced.


	"I'll load the fridge again after breakfast," said Drew, taking a
bottle.  The two men sipped as they watched their respective partners
taking pleasure from one another on the bed before them.  It took
twenty-five minutes by the night stand clock (it was 2:35), but in due
time, Layne refreshed the natural lube supply in Brandon's colon by as much
as he had in him at that point.  Getting it out seemed to be particularly
rewarding, though, from the sound of his orgasmic carrying-on.


	So went the early morning hours.  Each of the the three men took
another turn, Shayne, then Drew, then Layne again.  Brandon was moved to
his left side, his right side, then onto his back.  He got his legs rolled
over to the headboard for a quarter-hour.  He even got pushed over the foot
of the bed to prop on his shoulders on the rug, with his rump sticking up
over the mattress.  Layne fucked down on him that way to achieve his final
ejaculation for the session.  He was about to help Bran up from there,
though the man looked awfully contented even in that position, with his
legs and feet going every which way.  But Drew stopped him.


	"Wait, I've got one more in me.  Let me top him off."


	"Really?  Damn, Dude...." Layne was impressed.


	"Well, I've been trained for heavy milk production, remember.  It's
been just me for years, you know."


	He took Layne's place at Bran's rump, slapped his stiffening member
against the soppy bunghole several times, and drove it in.  Bran sighed.


	The twins watched, but 80% limp by now, as Drew made his final
contribution to the cum-bucket that was Brandon's colon.  The ejaculation
was loud, long, and dramatic.  It seemed as much sweat flew as sperm.


	"That's it Lover-boy.  You've got every human sperm cell for miles
around right up your butt where you want 'em.  I'll help you, but you gotta
get up now, OK?  Let's take a good, long piss, hose out and wash off, put
on a fresh sheet here, and hit the sack."  Brandon made a murmuring sound.


	It took all three men to raise and rouse him.  As soon as Brandon
was on his feet, the slime began to slide in small rivulets out of his
hole.  The others, with snail-trails of their own beginning, helped their
semi-conscious cum-slut out the back of the cabin onto the rear deck.


	"First, we piss.  Brandon, you, too."  Drew let loose and began to
hose down his lover with an abundant beer-piss stream.  Layne and Shayne
laughed and joined him.  They sprayed Brandon from three directions.  But
Brandon joined in and got all three of them with his own stream--he was
more competent than he let on, apparently.  Drew got the hose and turned it
on, spraying everyone with a hard stream of very cold water, making them
all giggle and scream like a bunch of brownie scouts.  He slid the pipe up
each man's rectum quickly, without so much as a by-your-leave, hitting
Brandon again in between each of the others, plus himself.


	"Damn, man, let's warm up in that hot tub, this is cold," shivered
Shayne.


	In a moment, they were relaxed amid warm bubbles, and Brandon was
falling asleep in Drew's wet arms.  Layne turned off the spa, Drew carried
his lover like a little boy, and under his direction, the twins remade the
king bed quickly and then adjourned, after kisses, to do their own.


	"It's dried out by now," Drew heard Layne saying from the hallway.
"I'm sleepin' in it."


	But that was the last he heard or saw of anyone before ten in the
morning.

TO BE CONTINUED....