Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 18:41:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Terry and Jerry, gay male, incest, part 2

TERRY AND JERRY, PART II
BY KEVIN DONOVAN


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    I decided not to tell Dad about this new development.  He was living
too much vicariously through me as it was, and he might spunk his pants at
a bad time thinking about it.  As far as he knew, the polite young man
picking me up on Friday night was Terry.  I just hoped he wouldn't notice
me coming home in a black Wrangler (our other school color), because he had
seen Terry's red one the previous weekend.  As we drove off toward
Crestwood, both of us were kind of tongue-tied.  We had to loosen up by
talking inanely about school and the team, and such.  But gradually, and by
the time we arrived at the Greek restaurant Jerry had selected near the
mall, we had gotten more comfortable, though we didn't talk about my date
with Terry at all.

    Jerry was every bit the gentleman his brother had been, on a date.  He
escorted me into the restaurant by the elbow, gracefully letting me and
anyone curious know that he didn't care if they knew we were on a date.
The meal was excellent, the service, from a cute, blond waiter, attentive
and friendly.  Afterward, we got to the theater in time for previews, and
we got seats on the back row, which prevented anyone else from going up
there.  The movie was a little better than the one the previous week, but I
had trouble paying attention to it--Jerry massaged my leg from knee to hip
almost the whole time.  He strayed over to my boner from time to time,
careful not to actually bring me off.  Then, suddenly I realized he had his
other hand up my shirt, and he was feeling up my near tit.  My breathing
got a bit erratic.

    He nuzzled my ear.  "You got to stop moaning," he whispered.  "That
broad two rows down is listening."

    Oh, shit.  I hadn't realized I WAS moaning.  How embarrassing.

    He covered my moaning mouth with his, and stuck his tongue in my
moan-hole.  I was in sensory overload with the Make-out King!  I wanted his
dick in me somehow, right then.

    I can't tell you how that movie ended, even though I had been kind of
interested in it.  Jerry sat up straight and pulled me up beside him as the
credits rolled and the lights in the theater began to come up.  We tried to
look innocent, but I knew my hair was a fright and my collar was all
mussed.  The middle-aged woman ahead of us turned and gave us a snarky look
before struggling down the stairs to the exit.  Once she turned her back,
Jerry leaned over and gave me a kiss, observed by the theater clean-up guy,
who rolled his eyes.  I thought Jerry was being pretty gutsy because, even
outside of our school district, he was still very well-known as an athlete,
but he seemed indifferent.  Jerry later told me that he knew he had one
night only to win me, and he was determined to do it, no matter the cost.
I was glad I didn't know it felt that way to him at the time, because the
pressure would have weighed on me on his behalf.  He held my hand all the
way down the steps and out of the theater, walking right past the staff
guy, who tried to look disgusted, but stared at us all the way.

    Back at the car, Jerry opened my door for me.  When he slid in behind
the wheel, smiling shyly, he said, "I have something to show you."

    "I'll just bet you do," I came back.

    "No, no, not that--well, yes that, but something else first.  Hang on,
bear with me."

    He drove right past what I knew to be Nana's driveway and proceeded
another half mile, before turning into a rutted lane, about 500 yards off
the road.  It was dark now, and we had only headlights.  He parked beside a
great blob of blackness.  I couldn't see a thing.  Cutting the lights, he
came around to my door and opened it.

    "Strip here."

    He also opened the back hatch, and there he took off his few items of
clothing, down to just his flip-flops.  So I did the same.  Jerry picked up
a blanket, a flashlight, and a small kit bag, slammed the door, and took my
arm.  He led me down the flashlight beam toward the blackness.

    "This is a quarry, filled with water.  If it were day time, we'd jump
from those cliffs over there.  We'll do that one of these days.  There is
essentially no bottom to this thing.  At this end, you can enter at that
spill-way to the left.  Still no bottom, though, so you can't stand.  But
also, there is a gravely beach, and in just a few minutes, there should be
moonrise.  Let's lie down and watch."

    He spread the blanket, and we lay side to side.  Very soon, I felt his
lips finding mine.  His hand was on my hip, just lightly caressing.

    "What if someone else comes up here, too?  Here we are, buck naked,
with no cover...."

    "They'd see my car and turn back.  Even if it's the deputy sheriff, but
he'd recognize my car.  I have permission of the owner to be here, because
Nana's property runs up against this.  The quarry owner was a good friend
of the grandparents."

    Within ten minutes, sure enough, the full moon rose, bathing the whole
scene in its soft, blue light.  We could see without the flashlight, almost
like a cloudy day.  Damn, Jerry was a handsome sight in soft light.  He put
his nose right up next to mine.  I breathed his own, slightly
Greek-seasoned breath, warm and nice.  His lips touched mine lightly.  Mine
opened to receive him, and we tongue-wrestled pleasurably.  Jerry's hands
were everywhere, stroking, caressing, tweaking, teasing.  My dick was
steel, and I reached down to find his was the same.  It did feel just like
Terry's.  His big balls hung loose, too, just like his brother's.

    We heard the scrunch of tires on gravel, and a pair of headlights
appeared around the curve of the rutted old road, bouncing erratically.
Jerry hardly even slowed down his lip action.  The vehicle approached his
car, and stopped.  Then, he glanced up.

    "Oh, shit.  Well, that's just Wayne, the deputy.  He knows it's me, has
to."

    The car did not turn around, but remained in park.

    "Now what do we do?"

    "He's probably just taking it easy for a spell.  Slow night, I guess.
Bran, this is going to sound so egotistical, but I swear it just goes with
the territory, with small-town jock celebrity.  It gets old, believe me.
But there are people, men and women, who kind of stalk Terry and me.  I
mean, we are somehow fantasy material for a few folks.  Wayne is one of
them.  If he could get a glimpse of me or Terry, or both of us, out here
naked, it would make his night for him.  So, we've learned to just go with
it.  Some people, we just give them a little show, and it makes them happy,
and so much easier to deal with.  Just chill here a few minutes.  He
doesn't know I'm here with a guy, and I'm not going to tell him.  I'm just
going to walk over there and have a short talk with him, right in his
headlights, give him a good look, and then send him happily on his way,
OK?"  He began to stand.

    "Sure, if that's what it takes.  Hurry back."

    His winning smile illuminated his handsome face.  "Oh, I will.  I
remember right where we left off, too."

    I watched as Jerry strolled nonchalantly and confidently over to the
vehicle, which I could now see was a county sheriff's department unit,
wearing nothing but flip-flops.  I heard his voice greet the deputy.  The
car door opened, slammed, a dark figure stood beside it.  There was a
murmuring, two voices, sounding friendly enough.  Sure enough, Jerry walked
right through the headlight beams, pausing dead-on in their glare.  There
was nervous laughter from the deputy, then confident laughter from Jerry.
Damn, this guy has balls, I thought.  I heard Jerry's voice explaining the
situation.  "Sorry, ...in the damn car...caught me kind of in an
awkward...you know how it is...she's kind of shy, dude...appreciate your
discretion, Wayne..."  and more garbled words of that ilk.

    Jerry approached the deputy and shook his hand, up close.  Wayne was
getting an eyeful, nodding, bantering.  Damn, I thought, that dude is
flirting with my date, and my date is flirting back, even though it's
disguised as manly back-and-forth.  Wayne clapped Jerry on the shoulder,
and left his hand there a bit too long.  Then Jerry said, "Later, then...we
won't be real long."  And he turned to retrace his steps, the deputy
enjoying he views of his backside for most of the way, until his form would
have faded in the low light.  He slid into his car, turned, and bounced
away down the rutted road.

    Jerry was beside me, and oh what a view he offered, looking straight up
his long legs to his half-mast tackle and beyond to the flaring torso.
There was no smile now, though.  He looked pensive.

    "Well.  I'm sorry about that.  I feel kind of dirty now.  I hope you
don't think I'm just an old whore, which I guess I am.  That didn't go
exactly as planned for our first date, Man.

    "I'm going to jump in the water for a few, want to join me?"

    "Yeah.  Let's wash the Wayne off of both of us."

    "He supposed you were Leigh Ann Halsey.  I'm embarrassed to say, I let
him go on thinking that.  I may have to fuck poor Leigh Ann soon, to make
it up to her."

    "That would be generous compensation, I'm sure."

    He hoisted me up and slung me over his shoulder like a bagged deer.  I
hadn't realized how much I liked dating a cave man--with good over-all
manners.  We reached the lip of the quarry, and he unceremoniously flung me
into it, then dived smoothly after me.  His head emerged close to mine as I
broke the cool water.

    "If you wanted to cool my jets, Jer, I think you did it.  Also, I
notice you did not ask if I can swim before tossing me into a bottomless
crater."

    "I have ways of re-heating jets, sexy.  And I would have saved you.
Surely that would impress you?"

    His strong arms encircled my body as he treaded water effortlessly.  He
pulled me up against him and I felt his long third leg press against my
crack.  Then, he rotated me to bring my face next to his.  He kissed me
deeply.

    "I guess we should go on to the house.  I thought this would be really
romantic and, well, different.... You've been a super-great sport."

    "You wanted it to be different from last week, of course.  Nothing
wrong with that, Jerry.  and you know what--it is different!  And romantic.
I love the moonlight and the water, and being alone with you.  Let's stay,
and make the romance.  There's time to go to the house later, we have all
night together."

    Jerry was quietly serious.  He kissed me again, with feeling.

    "You are a very special guy.  Thank you for understanding."

    He pushed me toward the lip of the quarry with strong frog-kicks, and
assisted me, unnecessarily, up onto the edge.  He effortlessly pulled up
beside me, flipping around in mid- flight.

    "If it's cool now, you may be warmer lying on top of me.  I'm always a
heat generator."

    "I kind of thought you'd be on top of me!"

    "Don't worry, I'll demand my turn later.  For now, would you do the
honors, please?  I'd like to have you inside me."

    "Then I will gladly accommodate."

    Even preparing to bottom, Jerry led.  He took my hand and drew me over
to the blanket again, where he lay down and pulled me down beside him.  He
leaned over to retrieve the little kit bag, and drew out lube, a tiny
bottle, and a foil packet, handing two of those over to me.

    He held up the little bottle.  "The bottle is poppers.  You like
poppers?  If not, fine.  I just want a drag before you penetrate, helps me
relax. You're not small in the endowment, you know.  But as you also know,
I'm used to that."

    I'd never used them before, but decided I'd try.  He opened the lid and
held the opening to each nostril, sniffing strongly.  Then, he held it out
to me.  I sniffed.  Can't say I enjoyed the smell--but my cock throbbed
almost instantly, and a feeling of euphoria overwhelmed me.

    Jerry rolled his feet up over his head, presenting his rump to me.

    "I'm clean," he said.

    I laughed.  I knew that, but didn't say so--I had noticed him reaching
behind to finger his butthole in the water moments earlier.  I recognized
the move in part because I had done it myself, expecting our positions now
to be reversed.

    My date's backside was sublime.  He had an even tan all over, I just
then realized.  I do, too, but mine is from the pool in my backyard, I
didn't know how he got his, maybe here.  He had a lightly furry crack
swath, but nothing intimidating.  His hole was pert and cute.  I leaned
into it and began to rim with gusto--pretending I knew what I was doing,
though really, it was my first time.  I liked it, though, and my man moaned
appreciatively.

    "I love that almost more than anything," he groaned.  "Well, tied with
about three other things."

    I gave him ten minutes of serious bliss before moving on to "Bliss--the
Sequel," by slathering his anus with slick gel and sliding my dick up his
rectum.  Jerry's love tunnel was warm, deep, snug, but not too tight--he'd
been fucked before, and I knew by whom.  It was a perfect fit for my unit.
I pumped.

    "Oh, God, Bran, that is so good, Man.  Really, really good...."

    I was kind of humming with pleasure, myself.  I fucked him down into
his ass for over five minutes, then pulled his feet back over to hang over
my shoulders.  Finally, I moved into my personal favorite position,
missionary, with his feet flopping about on either side of my hips and
legs, his thighs spread around my pelvis, and my cock slamming him as deep
and as fast as it could go.  He grunted rhythmically on the down strokes.
I filled the Magnum just as Jerry spilled onto his chest and abdomen.

    "Damn, you're good," he grunted.

    "And you have one hell of a sweet ass."

    I lay on top of him and kissed him, neck, ears, cheeks, chin, Adam's
apple, nose, eyes, and mouth.  His slime coated both our fronts.

    We both needed a break after that, and so by mutual impulse, we
gathered our things and flip-flopped back to the car, with Jerry's arm
about my waist.  He kissed me as he delivered me to the passenger seat, and
again as he slid into the driver's seat.  He didn't say, "I love
you,"--that would have been too much-- but the message was there, in his
lips and eyes.  He drove the short distance back to Nana's place.

    From there, the night was eerily like the previous week, when I had
visited with Terry.  I supposed the two had learned most of their erotic
repertoire from one another, and it was basically pretty similar.  The bed
was made neatly, but turned down for us.  I later learned that Terry had
taken care of that, in compensation for his betrayal.  There was a six-pack
in the fridge--they brazenly confiscated those from their dad's beer fridge
in their basement, and he pretended not to notice, as long as it was not
too much at a time, and they toed the line with curfews and grades and
such.  We only downed one each, and went straight to the bedroom for Round
2, which would involve the sacrifice of my rump to the phallic god.

    Jerry dragged it out a lot better than I had done with him earlier in
the cool night air. He gave me a long, sensuous, romantic and erotic fuck,
plumbing my depths with skill, sensitivity, and obvious pleasure.  In the
end, he filled his Magnum with his abundant load of baby batter within my
colon, ripped it off, tossed it at the trash can beside the bed, and
embraced me tenderly as we dozed off to sleep, his muscular arm encircling
me snuggly.  Without words, I felt myself loved, cherished, protected,
safe, at peace.  We slept.

    When we awoke, I was cuddling him from behind, we had reversed somehow
in our sleep.  My hard-on pressed against his crack comfortably.  His hands
clasped mine at his chest.

    I gently pulled away, hoping not to wake him, but I seriously needed
the john.  Jerry's eyes opened, and he smiled and stretched.

    "Damn, you're sexy when you wake up."

    "Damn, you wake up horny, if that's your first thought."

    "Didn't I have my dick up your ass just before we fell asleep?  Let's
take up there, where we left off..."

    "After bathroom time.  There are things to do first, you know, in the
morning."

    "Yeah, yeah.  OK, you hit the hopper, and I'll go make coffee.  I can
use the hall bathroom.  Then, how about a shower together?  I think we have
Eggos in the freezer, I'm not much for cooking."

    Eggos were high cuisine for me, as I was used to regular home cooking
all the time by both Mom and Dad, and I hardly ever got to sample
commercial fare.

    Jerry and I (presumably) emptied our colons separately.  In a few
moments, he appeared with steaming mugs. He already knew that: a) I drank
coffee in the morning, and b) I liked mine with milk and sugar as he did.
Terry had done his bit as informant.  After half a cup, we moved to the
kitchen for Eggos and those little freezer sausage links.

    "I wish we had breakfast nude at home," I said.

    Jerry chewed thoughtfully.  "You could deal with having to look at your
mom's tits across the table?"

    "She'd be heading out to work by the time I ate.  It would be pretty
much me and Dad, and my painfully hetero younger brother, Pete.  He's just
starting to sprout wood, though, so that would make for an interesting, but
embarrassing scene, I guess."

    "I've seen your dad.  He looks good.  I guess he's hung like you?"

    "Oh, yeah.  And he'd be hard, too, if you were at the table.  If you
and Terry both were, he'd probably shoot a load under the table.  He
thinks--and rightly so, I might add, that you guys are the top of the line
for manly perfection.  He may have even more of a guy-crush on you than
Wayne, the deputy."

    "Damn.  Well, you'd be amazed how many guys.... I hope I get to meet
your folks, and Pete, soon...."

    "Oh.  By the way, they think I'm with Terry right now.  I didn't
specify, didn't want to muddy the waters, you know.  I'll have to
straighten things out with them later.  My dad will think it's super cool,
but my mom--well, she may be put off by the kink element of it.  Over-
active imagination on both of their parts, I'm afraid."

    "Could be just over-accurate imagination."  We both laughed.

    Jerry refilled our coffee mugs, while I put dishes into the dishwasher.
As I bent, I felt his hand caress my buttocks.  His digit stroked my hole
gently.

    Inside of two minutes, I was on all fours on Nana's king-size bed, and
Jerry was probing again with his enormous drilling rig.  It was a good
thing I'd cleaned myself out thoroughly, because if there was any mud to
hit, he'd have been in it.  He was more businesslike this time and just
plowed me to completion in the one position.

    Afterward, I returned the favor, except that I rolled him over and lay
atop his sexy, muscular backside while I penetrated him.  I appreciated
Jerry's easy-going sense of fair play, but it also seemed clear that he
really enjoyed switch-hitting, and was as much into the receiver role as
the giver.  I seeded his butt, or the condom in it anyway, and he swiveled
to kiss me, eyes closing.

    When Jerry delivered me to my driveway an hour or so later, I was
already feeling pensive.  He didn't take me to the door.  In the car, he
had a little speech to make.  First, he leaned over and kissed me.

    "Bran, this has been great.  Thank you for agreeing to see me, and give
me a chance, like you did with Terry.  Now, I want to say I won't call you
for a couple of days, and neither will he- -we think we need to give you
time to think things over.  On Wednesday, we'll call, to see how you're
feeling about this.  It's your choice, it has to be, whether you see either
one of us again, or not.  We won't go psycho on you or try to pressure you
either way, I promise.  I know you'll be fair to us both, and to yourself,
too.  But thanks for last night."

    I listened solemnly and appreciatively, knowing he was right, and
thankful for their considerateness.  I leaned forward and gave him a return
kiss.

    "Jerry, I thank you.  You've been wonderful, and I had a great night
with you, and morning, too.  I do have a lot to consider.  'Til Wednesday
then."  I gave him another quick kiss, and slid out of the car.

    It being Saturday, my dad was around most of the day.  I tried to be
cheerful, but I knew I was thoughtfully preoccupied, to say the least.  By
mid-afternoon, he plopped down beside me on my chaise on the pool-deck.

    "OK, spill it.  What's on your mind, Bud."

    "Nothing much?"

    "Nice try, but not working.  Really, just saying it out loud may help
you think through it.  I'm on your side, you know.  Did that big, bad Jock
disappoint my boy some way?"

    "Oh, no, Dad, not like that.  I just have a dilemma, that's all."

    I might as well spill it, so I did.  I told my dad about the
competition between Terry and Jerry and my own coming decision.

    "Trouble is, I really, I mean really, don't want to choose.  Dad, I
really like, maybe on the way to love, both of them.  They have their
individual differences, but also, they are so much alike, how could I leave
one out?  I have until Wednesday to decide, and I don't know how I could
possibly decide."

    "Son, you HAVE decided.  It's simple.  You've decided you won't decide.
You want to see both of them, on equal terms.  It's way too soon to pick
one, anyway.  Later, if you truly fall in love with one and not the other,
then you'll know, and they will, too.  But for now, steady does it."

    My dad had put his finger right on where I was thinking, but he said
out loud what I had hardly been able to allow myself to think.  But it
scared me.

    "Yeah, but Dad, what if...what if they won't go for that?  They love
one another, but they can be competitive, too.  What if they say, pick one
or I'm done?"

    "Well, first, I truly can't imagine them doing that.  They are used to
sharing and used to being together.  But second, if they do feel that way,
then they don't really care so much for you, and they would let you down
soon enough anyway.  You're young, this is early in any relationship with
them, and you'll survive.  Even if they take you up on it, it still might
not last, but that's life.  I say, take what comes to you, enjoy it, and be
prepared to move on if you need to.  But always be honest: you can't choose
one if you feel it would be a forced choice, and it would cause you to do
one of them wrong, can you?"

    I silently digested what Dad was saying, feeling it to be wise advice.
Then, after a silence, he mused further.

    "Of course, we now have legal gay marriage in this state, which is
good...but only between two, not among three...that's the other shoe
conservatives have been worried about dropping, isn't it?"

    "OK," I responded, "if you can do slippery slopes, so can I.  I've
actually given this some thought.  IF it came to that, I could marry either
Terry or Jerry, flip a coin.  That would mean nothing to our own
relationship among ourselves, but it would make me next of kin to one to
them, and the odd man out would still be next of kin to the other twin, so
the legal considerations would still be mostly covered, all but joint
property and filing taxes jointly.  I think that could work.  BUT, bear in
mind that cart is way far ahead of the horse."

    "You have your head on straight, Son, and I know you'll do what's best
to take care of yourself and others, too.  But I'll leave Mom out of this
for the time being--she's inclined to worry about her baby, you know."

    I appreciated that.  Now, I only had to wait until Wednesday, and face
two suspenseful school days.  I sailed through classes in a peculiar,
slow-motion fog, but light-spirited.  I found myself wearing a slightly
goofy smile nearly all the time, like I was up to something mischievous.
Several people, including my math teacher, asked me if I was OK.  I assured
them I was.  Wendy Parker, the fag hag, nosed around me more than once.
Finally, she came out with it.

    "What's with you, Bran?  You seem sort of quiet."

    "Oh, nothing, Wendy.  Just not much to say, I guess."

    "That's not what I hear.  I hear you were seen having dinner with a
certain very popular student athlete and local stud."

    Damn that Sean.  I'd have to thump him for this.

    "Yeah?  A guy I play soccer with, who you see me around at school, like
every day?  What the fuck meaning do you draw from that?"

    Wendy gave a knowing smile.  "Well!  I guess maybe it didn't go as well
as you'd hope, then, huh.  Sorry about that.  No need to be so defensive,
Bran, I was just concerned."

    She turned and sashayed off.  I huffed, angry at myself.  It would be
all over school by day's end, but which twin it was would be a matter for
speculation, since I knew Sean would not have been able to tell.

    Later that afternoon, I was at my locker, when it came Jerry's turn to
ask about my mood, as he leaned against the locker next to mine.

    "I'm great.  Happy, even."

    "Good.  I hope I... well, I hope I'm going to be happy also."

    "Me, too.  I hope you will be."

    That was it.  We both headed out to practice separately.

    Terry looked at me questioningly several times during practice.  Each
time, I smiled at him encouragingly, I hoped.  Coach and a couple of other
guys seemed to take notice.  Then I saw Jerry pull Terry aside and speak to
him.  Terry shrugged and pulled away, but he stopped looking my way.

    I began to worry some about how the two were going to take this.

    Tuesday was easier, as both of them just stayed away from me.  Even at
practice, we all tried to act normal, but clearly, we were not on speaking
terms, it seemed.  We got quizzical looks from several.  Coach Thompson
came up to me finally.

    "Webster, what's going on?"

    "Not a thing, Coach.  Everything is just fine.  Really."

    He didn't look convinced, but did not make an issue of it.

    On Wednesday, Jerry flagged me over in the hallway between classes.
"After practice-- you free?"

    I nodded.  "Sure."

    "We need someplace private, OK?  Don't want to be overheard.  Our mom
will be coming in after work.  Yours?"

    "Yeah, Dad, too, plus there's Pete."

    "OK, we don't want to use the phone, though.  How about the parking lot
at Greeley Park?  If there's a free table, fine, if not, the car."

    "Fine.  Meet you there."

    Practice was a waste.  Coach was all over our asses, and with good
reason--we couldn't do anything right.  Everyone on the team was looking at
us strangely.  Coach finally blew the whistle ten minutes early.

    "Guys, I hope this is like the bad dress rehearsal before the opening
night.  You know we have to take on Middleway tomorrow night, and you know
they won't be any pushover.  Sleep on it.  Get your heads together."  He
was looking straight at the twins, who stood hang-dog together.  He glanced
my way, too.  "See you tomorrow afternoon."

    The twins went straight to their car (Terry's today, they alternated),
as if embarrassed to be with the team.  I was headed out, too, but Coach
Thompson caught me.

    "Look, Webster, this match tomorrow is big for all of us.  Real big.  I
don't know what it is, and don't tell me.  Just do whatever it takes to get
our leadership back on track.  Whatever it takes.  If you have to bend over
and spread 'em tonight--twice--, then by God, you do it, you hear me? Don't
let this team down."  And he whirled and strode off.

    I was stunned.  I had no idea Coach was that perceptive, he seemed like
a typical jock block-head to me, barely able to communicate in English, his
first and only tongue.  After that bomb, I started to think, Gee, Coach
might be One of Us!  At least sympathetic.  And he was kind of cute, too,
in a Neanderthal sort of way.  But I quickly hopped into my car and zipped
out to the park.  I had two hot hunky jocks on tenterhooks, waiting
for--ME!

    Their Jeep was parked at the end of the parking area, and they were
already out and seated on the picnic table at the edge of the lot,
flip-flops planted on its bench.  I pulled up beside the Jeep and strode
over to join them.  I realized then that I had no speech prepared, so this
could be awkward.

    "Guys, how the hell do people who know tell you two apart?  I feel like
I'm missing something."

    They didn't laugh.  But the one on my left (Terry?) made a bold
attempt.

    "Well, my dick is bigger."

    Jerry (?) shot him a look, and responded, "No, you're just a bigger
asshole."

    I was about to assume the referee role, but Terry caved.

    "OK, in this case, I have been.  I admit it, and I'm sorry.  I'm sorry
I deceived my brother, who I love, and also disrespected Branson, who (his
voice broke) I also want to love, if I get the chance."  Wow, this could
get heavy.

    Jerry spoke.  "OK, Bran, here is what our family says: if you look very
closely, you can see that my face is just slightly slimmer than Terry's.
Chipmunk-cheeks over there also has a very small mole under his left ear.
If our shirts are off, I have a little mole on the edge of my spine,
halfway down.  Otherwise, even we couldn't tell."

    Then Terry chimed in.  "Bran, we know this is unfair, and we're both
sorry.  We're both off on the wrong foot with you, and neither one of us
can figure out how to get things set right.  That's why we have to leave it
up to you.  Well, it was always up to you, wasn't it?  We hate to put you
on the spot like this, but we both need to know--have you been able to make
a decision on what you want to do about us?

    I didn't want to make it melodramatic, so I just came out with it.
"Yes, I have.  You may hate it, but I hope you love it.  I've decided--that
I can't decide.  No, I won't decide.  I don't want to choose one of you.  I
choose both of you, if you can handle it.  I know...."

    Both their jaws dropped.  They had matching, incredulous looks.

    "You mean it?!  Really?  No shit!"  The happy cries came from both
interchangeably.

    Jerry let out a long sigh, and I thought he almost might shed tears.  I
moved to him and put my arms around him.  He squeezed me firmly, then let
go before it got too much.  I gave Terry a strong hug also.  He kissed my
ear.

    "As I was saying... I know there will be some complications, and we'll
have to learn as we go.  Each of you is going to want some prime time,
without the other with us.  Hell, I will have to butt out sometimes, too,
so you two can have your time together, too, without me to deal with.  And
there's the question of dating others--other guys, other girls...."

    "We'll work it out.  Really, it's already worked out.  Whatever you
want, Branson, whatever you want.  You've made two men very happy today."
I think that was Terry.

    But the other agreed.  "Very happy.  Very happy."

    It turned out to be more than two men I made happy.  Next day, we
thrashed Middleway, mainly due to the brilliant play of the Magnificent
Menloes, telepathically communicating with on another across the
field—and me, enthusiastically backing them up.  That night, I had to be
home (it was Thursday), but if I could have gone out, I could have tagged
both Menloes.  But that's not all.  Coach would have bent over for me, too,
and gladly, I could tell by his huge grin and side-arm hug at the end of
the game.

    "Thank you!" he said.  "Don't tell me about it—but thank you.  Now,
there's next week against Maple Park..."

    "We'll be fine, Coach.  I'll see to it."

    We went on to win the championship that, our senior year.