Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 19:04:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 10

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Twin Spin

Chapter 10

	We went straight to our rooms when we got home.  Brian and Kevin
were sleeping together in Kevin's room, as we all had the night before, but
that night I was on my own.  Just before I got into bed, I walked down the
hall to Kevin's room to ask them if they wanted me to set my alarm clock.
When I got there, the door was wide open, and they were making love.  The
hall was wide and dark, and I knew they couldn't see me.  Not that it
mattered.  We had talked about the fact that I had never watched them have
sex and that I'd like to.  That was a lie, of course, because I had watched
them in New Orleans.  They said they often leave their door open and to
take whatever opportunity presented itself.
	They stood beside the bed, their crotches touching.  They were
kissing passionately, and one of them, I couldn't tell which one, had his
hands all over his brother's ass.  I assumed the other one was doing the
same thing.  One of them, Kevin I think, moved one hand to Brian's left
nipple and started playing with it.  Brian moaned.  They rocked into one
another to increase the friction on their cocks, and it looked like they
were fucking one another face to face, standing up.  Kevin put his left leg
between Brian's legs and then hoisted his other leg up onto the bed.  Brian
was standing on one foot, with his right leg over Kevin's thigh.  That made
it easier to get at their cocks with their hands.
	They took each other's cock in hand and gently stroked them.  Brian
pinched the huge head of Kevin's cock to cause the piss slit to open into a
little circle, and, after wetting his little finger with saliva, he slowly
worked the end of it into the hole.  Kevin moaned loudly when he did that,
and Brian looked him deeply in the eyes, smiled, and kissed him
passionately.
	After a few moments I could hear Kevin talking: "That's going to
make me come, Huck."
	"I know," Brian said.  "Don't shoot, though, okay?"
	"I'll try not to.  Oh, God, that feels good.  It feels so fucking
good."
	In a few seconds, Kevin was bucking wildly against Brian, so
wildly, in fact, I thought they would both fall to the floor.  But they
didn't, and Kevin didn't shoot.  Seconds later, Brian had an orgasm of his
own, and he joined Kevin's rhythmic involuntary thrusts.
	Kevin moved Brian to the bed and guided him down on it onto his
back. They moved into the sixty-nine position to suck each other's cocks.
Even though their cocks were as big as any I'd ever seen, they both took
all of the other's into their mouths and, I guess, throats.  After many
minutes of sucking and licking, Kevin did to Brian's cock what Brian had
done to his earlier.  Instead of a finger, though, Kevin used the tip of
his tongue in Brian's piss hole.  Brian reacted as intensely as Kevin had.
In a few minutes, they both orgasmed again, and, again, neither one shot
cum.
	Kevin moved Brian's legs up over his shoulders and started licking
his asshole.  Brian loved that treatment, it appeared, and he came another
time by himself from Kevin's tongue alone.  Kevin played with his anus,
licking, inserting his tongue, inserting fingers.
	"Kevin, I need you to fuck me.  Fuck me, please.  Please fuck me."
	Kevin dropped a glob of spit onto his own cockhead and wet the rest
of his rod with it.  Then he entered Brian's ass.  He started fucking in
and out of Brian, and Brian caught the rhythm in a couple of seconds.  They
humped each other in perfect synchronicity, and, after five minutes or so,
they both had what appeared to be powerful orgasms.  Brian didn't shoot
cum, though.  I couldn't tell about Kevin, but I suspected he didn't,
either.  They changed places, and Brian fucked his brother for another five
minutes or so.  Again, they both appeared to orgasm, and again, Kevin's was
dry.
	There was a good bit of talking back and forth, but they spoke in
whispers, and I was too far away to hear what they said.  Their sex was
slow and tender, and they were obviously making love to one another, not
just getting off.
	They both lit cigarettes and cuddled next to one another to smoke.
I went back to my room to jerk off at that point, leaving them to
themselves.  I thought about everything that had happened to me because of
those kids, and I felt a strong wave of love for them pass over me.  It was
sexual, but it was more than that.  It was fondness, concern, compassion.
It was love.

	I woke up the next morning around nine to the aroma of bacon and
eggs frying.  I pulled a robe around myself and went down to the kitchen.
The boys were there, cooking.  They had been up for God knew how long, and
they had already had their swim and a thirty-minute run.  They had also
worked out, and, God, were they pumped.
	"Morning," I said when I entered the kitchen.
	"Morning, J," they said in unison.  They were both naked, just as I
expected.  "It was cold outside this morning, J.  Our balls shriveled up
into our guts when we got in the water," Brian said.
	It wasn't warm in the kitchen, either, I thought.  That felt like
June in New Jersey, to me.  Their cocks were extended almost to their full
eight inches, but they were soft.  "What's with the soft boners," I asked.
	"Oh, that's from running," Kevin said.  "Our dicks flop up and down
when we run, and I think gravity or something pulls them out like this.  We
don't have boners."  Kevin had obviously noticed that I did have one.  I
put it on when I walked in and saw them.
	I poured myself a cup of coffee, sat at the table, and lit a
cigarette.  Before I could finish smoking it, though, they had breakfast on
the table.  We ate in silence for a while.
	"Did you remember Lloyd's coming over today," Brian asked me.
	"Yeah, although I haven't thought of it yet today.  He's supposed
to be here at ten, isn't he?"
	"Around ten," Kevin said.  "We saw Tim this morning.  He looked a
little hung over."
	We all chuckled.  I still couldn't figure out the occasion of the
party and why they had it on a Monday night, especially since everybody had
to work the next day.
	We had finished eating by 9:30, but we were still at the table,
drinking coffee, reading the newspaper, and smoking.  We heard a car drive
up, and Kevin went to the window to see who it was.  It was Lloyd.  Kevin
went out the kitchen door to greet him.  I heard them saying hello and,
presumably, shaking hands.
	Lloyd came into the kitchen, and he was slightly flushed.  If that
poor kid was gay, as I strongly suspected he was, he was going to be in for
a hell of a time with those two.  I checked out his basket, and, sure
enough, he actually had one.  Given the size of his soft cock, that could
only mean he had a hard-on.  Kevin got him some coffee, and he joined Brian
and me at the table.
	Lloyd looked longingly at the remains of the eggs and bacon on the
platter in the middle of the table.  Before I could tell him to help
himself, Brian asked him if he was hungry.
	"Yeah, I guess I am.  I don't eat much breakfast, usually, but this
stuff smells real good."
	Brian got up and started to cook Lloyd some fresh food.
	"Man, don't cook anything.  I'll just eat this," Lloyd said.
	"It's no trouble, Lloyd," Brian said.  "I really don't mind."
Brian hadn't stopped doing what he was doing while they were talking, and
in a second he broke three eggs into the skillet.  Then he dropped four or
five pieces of bacon onto the griddle.  Soon, the aroma of fresh breakfast
filled the kitchen again.  He made four pieces of toast and got Lloyd a
plate and some silverware.  Lloyd ate quickly, and it was obvious he was
quite hungry.
	"That was delicious.  Thanks, guys," Lloyd said when he was
finished eating.
	"So, what's the first thing we're going to learn about wrestling,"
Kevin asked.
	"Basic holds, I guess," Lloyd said.  "That's the first thing Coach
will go over with you when practice starts."
	"I looked at one of the books we bought yesterday," Brian said,
"and the first part of the book is nothing but basic holds.  Some of them
looked pretty easy, but some looked pretty complicated."
	"That book'll probably come in handy, in case I forget any," Lloyd
said.
	"I looked at one of the books, too," Kevin said, "and it gave a
history of wrestling.  It said the Greeks wrestled in the nude.  That
sounded cool to me."
	"Speaking of nudity, why don't you guys have clothes on," Lloyd
asked.
	Brian and Kevin laughed.
	"We don't really like to wear clothes.  Never have.  We stay naked
as much of the time as possible," Brian said.
	"Yeah, but we would have put clothes on before you got here.
Except you were earlier than we thought," Kevin explained.
	"I don't mind that you're naked.  I was just wondering."
	Lloyd finished his coffee and cigarette at the same time.  We all
picked up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.  Chuck would be in
later in the day, but we didn't want to leave the place a mess for him.
Then we went outside.
	It was still chilly outside, so they decided to practice in the
poolhouse.  They got the mat from the work-out room, moved some furniture
out of the way, and put the mat in the center of the room.  I helped them
get the room set up, but I didn't stay.  I had called the University of
North Carolina at Asheville the week before about enrolling in graduate
school, and they had sent me an application.  It had to be in by the end of
the week, and that seemed like a good time to work on it.  I excused myself
and went upstairs.
	The first thing I did was shower, shave, and dress.  Then I sat
down to work on the application.
	The application itself was fairly easy, but I ended up having to
call the University three times for clarifications.  I also had to call
Tulane to round up a couple of recommendations and to have them send my
transcript.  Finally, I had to call Educational Testing Service to get them
to send my GRE grades to UNCA.  They wanted a written request, but a fax
would do.  It ended up taking almost three hours to get all that done.  I
decided to hand-deliver the application, and I went downstairs to see if
the guys wanted to take the ride with me.
	When I looked through the glass panel in the door to the poolhouse,
I found them "wrestling," all right.  Wrestling cock.  Brian was on his
back getting head from Lloyd, who was in the sixty-nine position over him.
Kevin was fucking the shit out of Lloyd's ass, and Brian was playing with
Kevin's balls.  It was a grand threesome, if I ever saw one.  I didn't
interrupt.
	In a second, Lloyd said, "Are you guys close?  Cause I'm fixin' to
spew."
	"We're close," Kevin said.  "Do it.  It'll make me come, too."
	Kevin increased his tempo in Lloyd's ass, and, in a second, Lloyd
let out a huge groan.  He must have come a great wad into Brian's mouth
because he looked like he was struggling to hold it all.  Kevin started
convulsing at almost the same instant, and two seconds later Brian started
writhing in his orgasm.  It was over in thirty seconds, and they all
collapsed onto one another.
	Just then Kevin glanced toward the door and saw me.  He motioned
for me to come in, and I mouthed "Are you sure" as clearly as I could.  He
shook his head yes, so I opened the door and walked in.
	"Hi, guys.  How's the practice going?  Learn any basic holds?"
	Kevin and Brian started laughing uncontrollably.  Lloyd bolted up
and looked at me, embarrassment and panic all over his face.
	"Hi, J," Kevin said.  "I told 'em we should wait for you, but you
know how horny Brian is.  He said 'Fuck J.'  I said I wanted to, but he
said he didn't."
	"You lying son of a bitch.  I never said any such thing, J.  It's
just that one thing led to another, and before we knew it . . . ."  Brian
was a little rattled, not at having been caught but at the possibility of
my thinking he didn't want to fuck me.
	I started laughing at Brian's reaction.  Then he saw the humor in
the situation and laughed to.  In fact, the only one not laughing was
Lloyd.
	"Is this the first time you've been caught, Lloyd," I asked.
	"Well, yeah.  It's the first time I've ever done anything like
this.  I mean, Jeeze, I, er, I, well, you know, I . . . ."
	"Shut up, Lloyd," I said.  "If it was the first time, it won't be
the last--if you hang with this crew, that is."
	"For your first time, you sure knew what to do," Kevin said.
	"Well, it wasn't really my very first time, but . . . ."
	"First or hundred-and-first, who gives a fuck," I asked.
	"That's right," the boys said in unison.
	"I just didn't want y'all to think I'm a faggot or nothing.  That's
all."  Lloyd apparently had some hang-ups.
	Kevin got very serious and looked at Lloyd.  "So what if you are?
We still like you.  We still want you to be our friend.  All three of us
fuck each other all the time.  And a lot of other guys, too.  We also fuck
girls.  Anyone we can get to spread her legs, and that ain't usually so
hard to have happen."
	"You guys fuck around with each other," Lloyd asked.
	"Yeah," they said in one voice.  They said it like it was the most
obvious and natural thing in the world.  Kevin got up to get cigarettes and
an ashtray.
	"You and Pete don't do anything with each other," Kevin asked.
	"Well, we have.  A few times.  Jerkin' each other off, though.  Not
suckin' and fuckin'."
	"So, did you do it with friends.  Cause, buddy, you knew what you
were doin' in the blow-job department," Brian said.
	"Yeah, and you took my cock like it wasn't your first one, either."
	"A buddy and I, another wrestler, did it some.  Nobody knew that
until just now."
	"I'm tellin'," Kevin said.
	Lloyd looked a little stressed, but then Brian and I laughed.  "You
guys are pretty hard on a guy, aren't you?"
	"We're pretty much always hard-on," Brian said.  We all laughed at
that; even Lloyd.
	Kevin put out his cigarette butt and took Lloyd's cock into his
hand.  All three of them were still partially hard.  Kevin started rubbing
it, and Lloyd responded.  Kevin stopped after a minute or so, leaving Lloyd
wondering what the fuck was going on.
	"You know, Lloyd, I don't think what happened was purely an
accident.  On your part or our part.  I think we all wanted to get it on
out here this morning."
	Lloyd blushed again.  "Come on, tell the truth.  You started
figuring out how this would happen when you walked into the kitchen this
morning and saw us naked, didn't you?"  Kevin was being more persistent
than I would have expected.  He's usually much more "live and let live"
than Brian.  I wondered where that was leading.
	"No.  Not this morning; not when I first got here," Lloyd said.
	"No?"  Kevin persisted.  "We saw your hard-on start to grow as soon
as you saw us.  You didn't start thinking about fucking us then?"
	"No.  I honestly didn't.  I started thinking about it when you
walked into the party room last night.  Before I had even met you and long
before y'all took your clothes off to go swimming."
	"Asshole," they said in unison and jumped on Lloyd.  The three of
them played rough in a good-natured way.  Lloyd was probably fifty pounds
heavier than Kevin and Brian, but it wasn't all muscle.  He had a stocky
build.  Not fat, exactly, but rounded in places my boys weren't.  Despite
his size advantage, the two of them wrestled him flat.  Kevin sat on his
chest, and Brian held his legs down.  Kevin's big cock was right in front
of his face.
	Lloyd freed one of his arms and reached for Kevin's cock.  He took
hold of it and started bringing it to his mouth.
	"Let me wash it first, Lloyd.  It's got your ass-juice on it,"
Kevin said.
	"Who gives a fuck," Lloyd said.  He put Kevin into his mouth and
started sucking.  Kevin moved back enough to expose Lloyd's nipples, and he
went to work on them.  Brian moved to between Lloyd's legs and started
licking and sucking his balls.  In a few minutes, Lloyd was near the
explosion point.  Brian shifted his attention to Lloyd's ass, and, after
only a few tongue swipes, Lloyd gave up his cum.  Kevin pulled out of
Lloyd's mouth and started stroking himself rapidly, and he orgasmed by the
time Lloyd's cock had spent itself.  Again, though, Kevin made no cum.
	"Neither one of you guys came," Lloyd said.  "What's wrong with
you?  It looked and felt like you had orgasms, but you didn't put out
spooge."
	"We had great orgasms," Brian said, "but we know how to hold our
cum.  We don't ejaculate every time we climax.  Not any more, at least."
	"What's up with that," Lloyd asked, genuinely perplexed.
	"It's part of sexual Kung Fu.  We learned it at camp a couple of
weeks ago.  There's a group of people in India and Japan and some other
countries in the Far East who practice a religion call Tao.  Part of their
beliefs is shooting cum saps your energy, physical and spiritual.  They
teach you how to have complete control over your body and over sex.  We can
get hard any time we want to and stay hard for as long as we want to
without touching ourselves.  We can come an unlimited number of times
without shooting sperm.  Think about the advantages.  We spent five hours
in a plane, and I'll bet we each came fifty times, without touching
ourselves and without making a mess."
	"That's weird, man.  I don't see how you can do it."
	"It's true, though," I said.  "I had heard about this but never
knew anybody who practiced it.  When they got off the plane, they told me
about it.  Sure enough, they've orgasmed a bunch of times in my presence
since then, and neither of them has shot a wad.  I want to see it when they
finally do, though.  It'll be a puddle."
	They all laughed at my testimony.
	Then I continued: "Guys, I'm going to drive into town and drop off
my application at the University.  You want to come?"
	"What time is it," Kevin asked.
	"Almost noon.  I'll just be gone a couple of hours.  I want to get
a haircut and see about getting some shoes repaired."
	"J," Brian said in a kind of whine.  "We can't leave now.  Chuck
will be here in a few minutes.  We haven't seen him in over two weeks."
	"Okay," I said.  "That's cool.  Tell Chuck hello for me and that
I'll be back soon."
	I left and ran my errands.  When I returned around 2:30, they
weren't in the poolhouse or outside on the terrace.  I went into the
kitchen, and Chuck was there to greet me.
	"Well, hello, stranger," he said in a very upbeat tone of voice.
"You're a sight for sore eyes."  We hugged one another with genuine
affection.
	"So how was the vacation," I asked.
	"You know, we had a pretty nice time.  We saw Calvin's family in
Boston, and they were as nice to us as ever.  We saw a couple of baseball
games, went to a play, did some shopping.  It was nice.  I ate me plenty of
lobster, too."  Chuck chuckled.
	"Great.  Where are the boys?"
	"I think they're upstairs showing their new friend dirty pictures
on the Internet and jerkin' off."  He laughed, and I did, too.  He might
not be too far from wrong.  "I swear, those two are something else.  They
were out in the poolhouse when I drove up.  They must have heard my car or
something because they came running out of there to hug me and kiss me like
I'd been gone a year.  They were buck naked, of course, and hard and big as
telephone polls.  They didn't mind, though.  Of course, it's not like
that's the first time I've seen 'em hard.  The other boy was naked and
hard, too, but he didn't come out.  I guess he was embarrassed.  As he
should have been."  He laughed again.  "Oh, and they told me about the new
trick they learned at camp.  They wanted to demonstrate, but I passed."
	"They missed you," I said.  "They wouldn't go with me on my errands
because they wanted to be here when you got here."
	"I'm not surprised.  I know they love me, and they know I love
them."  After a pause, "Did you get some lunch?"
	"Yeah, thanks.  I could use a cup of your coffee, though."
	"Coming right up.  I could use some, too."
	Chuck put the coffee on and joined me at the table.
	"There've been some changes in our plans that you should know
about," Chuck said.
	"Oh, yeah?  What?"
	"Well, first, I'm still doing all the cooking around here.  I told
Tom that I knew he was just trying to make it easier for me, but I don't
want anybody in my kitchen but me.  Period.  Another thing, we won't have
any full-time maid, or cleaning man, or whatever, around here.  There's no
reason on God's green earth that I need somebody in here every day to keep
this place up.  Hell, it's not that much bigger than the house in New
Orleans.  I kept that place up just fine for years, and I can do it here,
too.  A man'll come in one day a week to do the heavy cleaning, but I'll
look after things on a day-to-day basis.  Besides, as long as Tom keeps
Calvin working twenty-four/seven, what the fuck do I have to do in
somebody's Asheville, North Carolina?"
	"What about the grounds?  We met a fella named Tim yesterday.  Does
he still work here?"
	"Oh, yes.  I don't do yards."  He pronounced it yawds; all those
years in New Orleans, I guessed.  "In fact, it'll be Tim and a boy named
Rick.  I think he and Tim are sweet on each other."  Chuck said the last
part with a big grin.
	I really liked that guy.  He and I had another cup of coffee and
smoked more cigarettes.  Then I excused myself to go find the guys.
	Chuck had been right.  They were in the boys' study working on one
of their computers.  That house had more technology everywhere than Bill
Gates' house, I thought.  I burst into the room without knocking.
	"Hi, guys," I said.
	"Hi, J," they chorused.  "How'd it go," Brian asked.
	"It went okay," I said.  "I talked with the Dean of the Business
School, and he said he thought they had a place for me in September.  I
just made the deadline."
	"That's great," Kevin said.
	"Yeah," Lloyd said.  "We'll be at the same school.  Of course, it
isn't Chapel Hill, but it's pretty good."
	"It's here," I said.  "And for me, it's free.  I've already spent
one fortune on higher education.  I don't need to spend another one just
now."  Lloyd asked where I had gone to college, and, when I told him, he
was more impressed than he should have been.
	"I'll be taking some pre-requisite courses the first year," I said.
"But then I'll start an MBA program.  Their dad's paying for it."
	"One of his companies is paying for it," Brian corrected me.  "For
some unfathomable reason, he seems to like you.  He must see something I
don't see."
	Kevin doubled over in laughter, and Lloyd looked like he wanted out
of there.
	That was the first verbal dueling the boys and I had engaged in,
and I loved it.  I didn't think either of them was sophisticated enough to
try it.
	"Tom and I were talking recently, Brian, and he asked me why I
thought you and Kevin looked so much alike.  He's convinced he's not your
father because you're such a bastard."
	"Well, it turns out he and I were talking about you recently.  He
asked me if I had ever seen you naked, and, of course, I said yes.  He then
asked me if you had a two-foot penis.  'Why, Dad,' I asked.  'Surely you
don't see evidence of that?'  'No,' he said, 'but he's such a prick.'  I
assured him you had no more than three puny inches at your hardest, and he
was amazed."
	"I think Brian won that round, J," Kevin said.  "Don't be sad.  He
whips my ass every time we start on that shit.  But Dad whips his ass.  And
so does Chuck.  One time Chuck said our pediatrician had told him not to
expect much from Brian, intellectually.  All the stuff that should have
gone to develop his brain went to develop his dick, instead.  Chuck called
him 'dick-head' for a week."
	We all laughed at that.
	"Jesus, I thought you guys were fixin' to get into a th'ow-down,"
Lloyd said.
	"Oh, hell, no," Brian said.  "Don't you and your friends play the
Dozens?"
	"I guess some of them do," he said, "but I don't know y'all all
that well, yet."
	"Well, dick-head, here, is pretty good," I said.  I looked at Brian
and grinned.  "I like to use the pet names of people, don't you?"
	"Asshole," Brian said.
	"Oh, how clever," I said.  "Asshole.  Wheee!"
	Brian gave me a sarcastic smile, but I knew he loved it.
	They were fooling around on the Internet.  The T-1 line that came
into the house made connections a snap.  It was a "business expense" for
Tom, but it sure made cyberspace great for the rest of us.
	Kevin, it turned out, was a computer whiz.  I hadn't known that
about him.  He did all sorts of things that I had never heard of.  All
three boys were pretty knowledgeable, and I thought about my fraternity
brothers who didn't even know they had Internet access and an e-mail
account with their tuition.  At twenty-two, my frat bros and I were only
three years older than Lloyd and four years older than the twins, but it
was like we belonged to different generations.
	After fifteen or twenty minutes, I got bored.
	"Guys, let's do something," I said.
	"Cool," Kevin said.  "What do you want to do?"
	"Let's go fishing," I said.

	They all liked the fishing idea.  We got the fishing tackle, some
food from Chuck, and a cooler full of beer.  We told Chuck not to worry
about dinner; we'd eat fish.
	"Good," Chuck said.  "Y'all eat your fish.  I'm gonna make a nice
stuffed eggplant casserole, though, just to have in the refrigerator.  I'll
cook up a few other things, too, and make a salad.  I just feel secure with
food in the 'fridge."  Chuck winked at me, and I knew he was skeptical of
our fishing expedition.
	We went down to the lake in the Bronco.  It was cool and beautiful
and nice.  We dug some worms, baited our hooks, and spread out along the
bank to fish.  We had put on jeans and shirts to go down there, but they
were gone with the first cast.  All four of us were buck naked, standing at
the edge of the lake, fishing.
	Kevin got the first strike and landed a nice trout.  It wasn't
gigantic, but it was definitely keeping size.  The rest of us landed fish,
too, in a few minutes, and, before too long, we had a nice string.  Lloyd
wasn't much of a reel man, and he only caught one.  He was proud of it, but
it paled in comparison to the three or four the rest of us caught.  In a
couple of hours, we decided we had enough for dinner.  The fish, along with
the potato salad, cold cuts, coleslaw, and snacks we'd gotten from Chuck,
would probably do us for a meal.
	Brian and Lloyd decided to explore the area around the lake.
	"They're going off to fuck," Kevin said to me as soon as they'd
left.  "Brian really likes him.  I like him, too, but Brian *really* likes
him."
	"Is this some more of your 'twin spin' at work," I asked.
"Because, frankly, I haven't noticed any special bond forming between
them."
	"Yeah, it is," Kevin said.
	I had to take his word for it because I surely didn't know.
	Kevin and I went over to a part of the shore that was flatter and
grassier than the part we'd been fishing on.  We both had beers, and we
both lit cigarettes at the same time.  We lay down, but we were propped up
on our elbows, facing each other.  Kevin's cock draped down in front of
him, almost to the ground.  Mine draped, too, but only a little bit.
	I had to admit, Kevin was my favorite of the two of them.  God,
they were so much alike, it was hard to decide, but Kevin had a roughness
about him, slight though it was, that set him apart from his brother.  I
thought about the farting incident in New Orleans when Mike was there, and
the other ways in which Kevin suggested he was a tad more relaxed than
Brian, and I decided I liked that.  I realized that that was the first time
I had been alone with only one of them, and, all of a sudden, the equation
was different.  They weren't twins anymore; they were individuals.
	We smoked and drank beer in silence for several minutes.  We
finished our cigarettes and ground out the butts.  Finally, Kevin broke the
silence.
	"What are you thinking about," he asked me.
	"Nothing, really," I said.  Then, "You, I guess."
	"You're attracted to me, aren't you?  I mean, more than you are to
Brian."
	God, I thought, what perception.  How did he know that?
	"What makes you say that," I asked.
	"I don't know.  Some really subtle things, I guess."
	"Like what?"
	"I don't fucking know," he said.  "I'd tell you, if I did.  The way
you look at us, I guess.  Or the way you talk to us.  Fuck, J, I don't
fucking know."
	"Well, you've made your point.  I don't think you know.  But, yes,
I probably am more attracted to you than I am to Brian."
	There was a long pause.
	"You can't ever tell him that, okay?  You swear?"
	I didn't say anything.  Then, after a few moments,
	"I mean it J.  It would tear him up.  You hear me?  You can't ever
tell Brian that you're more attracted to me.  He loves you, J, just as much
as I do.  It would hurt him if you told him, and I won't let you hurt my
brother.  Even over sexual attraction."
	I was beginning to reassess those two.  I had decided that Brian
was the more sensitive of the two, but now I didn't know.
	After a long pause, Kevin said, "There's something I want to tell
you."
	"Yeah?  What," I asked.
	"I'm more attracted to girls than Brian is."
	I didn't know what to say to respond to that, so I said, "Yeah?
Tell me more."
	"Well, we've both fucked girls.  I think you know that.  We've both
had girlfriends, and you know that, too.  But Brian isn't as into girls as
I am.  I don't really think he knows that about us or about himself, but
it's true.  I have never talked to anybody about this.  Not our dad or
Chuck or anybody.  It's just something I know about him and he knows about
me.  It's the twin spin thing."
	"So, what does that mean," I asked.
	"Well, it might not mean anything.  I mean, he might get married
someday, even before I do.  This might come as a surprise to you, but we do
have different friends.  I usually hang out with guys at school who are
mostly straight, and Brian hangs out with guys who mostly go both
ways. Almost all of 'em are athletes.  But he had a girlfriend before I
did, and he was really in love with her.  Cindy.  Fuck, I don't know.  It's
all real subtle."
	"Why are you telling me all of this," I asked.  It was fascinating,
but I couldn't figure out where it was going.
	"I don't know.  This is the first time you and I have ever been
alone together.  I just feel really close to you right now."
	"I've thought about you a lot," I said.  "And you're right, this is
the first time we've been alone.  Why don't you just shut up and let me
enjoy you?"
	Kevin grinned when I said that, like it was what he had in mind,
too.  God, that kid was beautiful.
	I made a move by reaching over and taking his cock in my hand.  I
felt the erotic energy pass between us.  I willed Kevin to get hard.  And
he did.  Just by my holding his cock.  I gently kneaded it, and it
responded to my touch by slowly thickening and lengthening.  My own cock
responded, too, and pretty soon we were both hard.  He took my cock gently
into his hand and held it like I was holding his.
	We leaned toward one another and kissed.  His lips opened the
instant mine touched his, and our tongues glided back and forth between our
mouths.  We held our kiss a long time, doing different things with each
other's mouths.  Kevin rimmed my lips gently with the tip of his tongue,
and it felt wonderful.  We stuck our tongues out and dueled with them
between our faces.  When my tongue was starting to ache from so much
stimulation, I broke away.
	"What turns you on the most," I asked.
	"Lots of things," he said.
	"Like what?"
	"Having my nipples sucked does it," he said.
	I'm a nipple man myself, so I knew what he meant.  I leaned over
toward him and took his left nipple into my mouth.  It was the size of a
quarter, or larger, and it hung on the edge of his pectoral muscle like a
blackberry waiting to be picked.  I could feel it getting hard in my mouth.
Erect, it was about the size of a small eraser on a pencil.  My nipples are
most sensitive at the very tip, but his seemed to be responsive all over.
I still had his cock in hand, and I moved to the head to massage the slit.
I felt a large glob of wetness.  He had started to put out pre-cum, and it
promised to be a bumper supply.  Since I knew he could control that, too, I
figured he was doing it for me.  I smeared it all over the head.
	I moved my mouth to his mouth again, and I kissed him deeply.  My
tongue found every corner of his mouth.  He stuck his tongue out, and I
licked it.  I felt him shudder when I did that, and the pre-cum increased
in my hand.
	"God, you turn me on," he whispered breathily.  He was breathing
very deeply, and I could tell he was really getting into that.  He was
thrusting into my hand, and he had several hard contractions.
	"What just happened," I asked him when that occurred.
	"I just came," he whispered.  "I held back my cum, though."
	"What else do you like," I asked in a short while.
	He didn't say anything immediately.  Then, in a throaty whisper, "I
like to have my ass eaten.  Will you do that?"
	I gently rolled him onto his back from the position on his side
that he was in, and I got between his legs.  I hoisted his calves over my
shoulders, and I crawled into the secret place of his groin.  I tentatively
licked his hole, and it seemed to open slightly in welcome.  I became more
aggressive and started to tongue him in earnest.  He moaned softly and had
more contractions--another orgasm, but still no cum.  I loved it.  I put my
tongue as far into his rectum as I could, and it opened more for me.  Then,
without warning, his asshole contracted six or eight times around my tongue
in his most violent orgasm thus far.  I started thinking that sexual Kung
Fu stuff might be worth investigating.
	In a minute, he rocked up in a mighty ab crunch, and I disengaged
my tongue to see what he wanted.  What he wanted was my mouth, and we
kissed long and hard.  I moved from his mouth to his ear and laved it with
my tongue.  That turned him on more, and he shuddered and gave in to the
contractions that signaled yet another orgasm.
	"J, fuck me.  Fuck me, please.  I want you inside me.  Please."  He
could barely speak for lack of breath.
	"Okay," I said.
	I moved into position, and his hole almost reached out and grabbed
my cock.  He took all of me in an instant.  I had fucked him before, of
course, but never like that.  His ass milked me.  I thrust in, and he
thrust toward me, tightening around my cock with every lunge.  Our rhythm
was perfect, and we kept it going for a long, long time.  He had both hands
on my ass, pushing me as deep as I could go.  My chest and stomach grazed
the underside of his cock and ball sack, and he moaned in deep pleasure
with every stroke.  With a mighty groan and contractions that I thought
would never end, he came, shooting jizz all the way up to his chin.  I came
at that moment, too, of course, and I pumped all I had into him.  His
semen, held back for days by his sexual Kung Fu methods, poured out of him
in great ribbons.
	When I looked at his face, I saw a beatific ecstasy that I'd never
seen on a face, male or female, before.  When we were finished shooting and
had recovered our breath, I pulled out and lay next to him.  We didn't talk
for some time.  Then Kevin sat up, and I joined him.
	"J, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had.  Man or woman,
boy or girl.  I'm weak.  Thank you."
	I leaned over and kissed him tenderly on his lips.
	"Thank you," I said.  "It was for me, too."
	After a few minutes, I asked him, "How many times did you climax?"
	"I honestly don't know.  Four or five, I think, and they kept
getting better.  I didn't hold back my sperm the last time.  Did you notice
how much there was?"
	"God, yes.  I'm going to have to get you to teach me this Kung Fu
stuff.  You looked like you were in ecstasy."
	"I was, man.  I fuckin' was."
	After another few minutes, we both wanted to smoke, and that broke
the mood.  It was time it was over, anyway.
	"I wonder where Brian and Lloyd are," I said.
	"They're probably in the woods somewhere doing what we've been
doing."
	"You think," I asked.
	"I fuckin' know," he said.  We both chuckled.
	In a little while, they came back to camp.  Kevin and I were up by
then, and had cleaned Kevin's cum from our stomachs and chests.  They
hadn't been as fastidious as we, and Kevin and I both noticed the tell-tale
signs of sex on them.  He looked at me knowingly, and I could only grin.
	We cleaned the fish, cooked them, and ate a very hearty dinner.
The temperature went down with the sun, and we dressed before we ate.
After, we cleaned up the site and headed back to the house.
	On the way, Brian said, "Lloyd's gonna spend the night.  Is that
okay with you guys?"  Brian looked at Kevin for his response.
	Kevin said, "Great, Lloyd.  You and Brian can sleep together, if
you want to.  Or you can use one of the guest rooms."
	"I don't want to mess up another room," Lloyd said.  "I'll bunk
with Brian."
	"Cool," Kevin said.
	After a minute's pause, Brian said, "Lloyd said we shouldn't work
out every day.  I've read that, too.  You can injure yourself with a heavy
daily workout."
	"Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing," Kevin said.  "You can
work out every day, but you've got to plan your workouts so you don't work
the same muscle groups two days in a row.  We need to sit down tomorrow and
plan out what we're gonna do.  We did it all this morning.  You're right.
We need to take tomorrow off.  Of everything.  Swimming and running, too."
	Brian seemed satisfied.  They had worked out sleeping arrangements
and get-up arrangements for the next day.  I knew Brian and Lloyd had
planned a big night.
	It was after seven by the time we got back to the house, and it was
already dark.  Brian and Lloyd went up to Brian's room, and Kevin and I
hung out in the den to watch some TV.  They had a satellite dish, so they
got a million channels.  We watched some Braves baseball and a re-run of
Jenny Jones that featured teenage fathers.  Around nine, I wanted a drink,
and Kevin joined me.  We sat next to one another on a leather sofa in the
room, and we played around a little.  We got hard, and Kevin had an orgasm
without cum.  He offered to suck me off, but I figured I'd better save it
for when we went to bed.  After the ten o'clock news, we went up to Kevin's
room and got in bed.  We had a repeat performance of the afternoon, and by
11:30 we were both asleep.
	By 7:30 the next morning we had had a full eight hours of sleep,
and we more or less woke up simultaneously.  We had slept nude, and we both
had our usual morning boners.  Kevin poked at mine with his, but it didn't
feel like much.
	We got into the shower, peed, and then bathed each other.
	Kevin gave me a hard-on and insisted I stick it up his ass.  I
fucked him standing up as he held onto the faucets to keep his balance.  I
put my hands on his chest to balance myself, and I was able to play with
his nipples as I fucked him.  He really liked that and moaned loud enough
for me to hear him over the pouring water from the shower.  He had
ejaculated both times we fucked the day before, but he held back when he
came that morning.  It was amazing because his orgasms seemed much stronger
than most are.
	Downstairs, faithful Chuck had breakfast ready.
	"Oh, I see you put your clothes on this morning," Chuck said to
Kevin.
	"We're not exercising today," he said.  "We're gonna set up a plan
and start on it tomorrow."
	"Oh, I see," Chuck said.  "You going to set it up yourselves?"
	"Yeah, who else would do it?"
	"I thought maybe you were going to go see the trainer at your
daddy's building and let him set up a program for you."
	"What are you talking about," Kevin asked.  "What trainer?"
	"I guess y'all don't know about that," Chuck said.  "Calvin told me
about it.  Tom didn't."
	"Well, tell me," Kevin insisted.
	"There's a full health club.  Two really, one for men and one for
women, at the office.  Every employee has access to it and can spend up to
three hours a week in it on company time.  There are free weights,
machines, a sauna, whirlpool, regular pool.  On each side.  And, yes, they
swim buck naked."  Chuck grinned at the last sentence.  "In fact, I think
the men's side is entirely clothing-optional.  Your daddy was thinking
about you and Brian when he set that up."
	"No fuckin' way," Kevin said.  I cringed when he said that,
thinking Chuck would correct him.  Instead, Chuck said,
	"Every fuckin' way."  Then Chuck looked at me and said, "I gave up
washing their mouths out long ago.  After all, who gives a shit?"  He and I
both laughed, but Kevin was intense.
	"So what do we have to do to go there?"
	"Just go.  Tell 'em who you are.  They'll recognize the name
Finch."
	"You think," Kevin asked in all seriousness.  "Jesus Christ,
Kevin," Chuck said with a dash of heat, "how fucking naive can you be?  I
swear, sometimes I don't think you have the sense you were born with, boy."
Chuck put him in a headlock and scraped the knuckles of his right hand over
his head.  Hard.
	"Cut it out, Chunk.  I'm gettin' a hard-on.  You gonna make me
fling cum on the table."  Chuck laughed hard at that.
	"You gross little mother-fucker," he said.  Then he leaned over and
kissed Kevin on the forehead.  Then, "What do you want to eat?  Not that it
matters because I'm only cooking lost bread and sausage."
	"That's exactly what I want," Kevin said.
	"Sounds good to me," I said, even though I had no idea what lost
bread was.  It turned out to be New Orleans-style French toast, which was
maybe ten times better than the usual stuff that passes for French toast.
	Chuck put plates down in front of us and got one for himself.  We
started eating.
	"Where's the ugly one," Chuck asked.
	"I'm sure he and Lloyd are still fast asleep, or, you know."  When
he said "you know," Kevin moved the index finger on his right hand back and
forth through the fist of his left to indicate sex.  Chuck didn't blink or
say anything.  That was an amazing group of people.
	When we had finished eating and had lit cigarettes, Kevin wanted to
know if I wanted to go to the office with him to check out the gym.
	I said I did but for him not to count on me doing a big workout.
	"Well, I can't work out today, anyway," he said.  "Maybe we can use
the sauna and the pool, though.  I just want to see the place.  Hell, I
don't even know where the building is.  Do you, Chunk?"
	"Yeah," Chuck said, "it's easy to find."  Chuck gave directions,
and it turned out the building was about two blocks between their high
school and the UNC-A campus.  "Park on the street and go into the building.
Tell the person at the switchboard who you are and that you need a card for
the garage.  She'll take you to the security office, and they'll fix you
up.  Then park in your place in the garage and ask the attendant where to
go."
	"We have a place in the garage," Kevin asked.
	"Well, yeah, Baby, you have a place.  You and Brian each have
places.  And you know who else has a place?"
	"Who," Kevin asked innocently.
	"Your daddy.  CAUSE HE OWNS THE FUCKING BUILDING."
	"But I'll bet your sorry black ass has to park on the street,"
Kevin said.  "If they even let you in the building."  I suddenly realized
they were playing the Dozens.  How stupid of me not to realize it.  Kevin
was better at it than I thought he was.
	"Gawd, awmighty, hep dis nigger get trew raisin' dese boys quick."
Chuck had the slave quarter dialect down pat.
	"Get your sorry black ass back in that kitchen where you belong,"
Kevin said.
	"Not until y'all kiss my sorry black ass, massa."
	Kevin couldn't sustain it any longer.  He started laughing and
couldn't stop.  I laughed, too.
	"Kevin, I believe you're learning this game," Chuck said.  "That
wasn't half bad for a pencil-dick honkey."  Kevin laughed harder.
	When he calmed down, Kevin, Chuck, and I cleared the table.  There
was a platter on the counter in the kitchen with about ten links of sausage
on it.
	"Are these for Brian and Lloyd," he asked Chuck.
	"No.  You take 'em.  I'm cooking smoked sausage for those two.
Big, fat, long ones."  All three of us stood in the middle of the kitchen
and laughed our asses off.  I hadn't realized how clever Chuck was, and I
had had no idea Kevin was as clever as he was.

	We drove downtown to the Finch Building and had no trouble finding
it.  We did as Chuck had suggested about parking on the street and going
inside to get clearance to park.  The receptionist was a girl of maybe
twenty, and she didn't seem to make the connection between, say, Finch,
Inc. or Finch Building, and Kevin Finch.  She handed him his card, made him
sign for it, and went right back to her magazine.
	When he had signed for the card, Kevin said to me, "This is a nice
building, isn't it?"  It was the first time either of us had seen it.  "I
wonder if we could get somebody to show us around."
	"Ask her," I said, indicating the receptionist.
	"Excuse me," Kevin said to the girl.
	She looked up with vacant eyes without saying anything.
	"Do you think we could get somebody to show us around the
building?"
	She looked at him in a way that suggested she didn't fully
comprehend the question.
	"What," she asked, and Kevin repeated his question.
	"We don't give tours," she said.
	"Well, can you tell us how to get to the gym?"
	"Jim who?"
	"No.  Not a person named Jim.  The gym.  Like gymnasium.  Where you
work out."
	"Oh.  Tenth floor."
	"Thanks," he said.  "We'll be right back."
	We went outside to move the car into the garage.
	"Could you believe that bimbo at the desk," I asked.
	"I know.  She didn't seem real smart.  Jim's office is on the tenth
floor, though.  She knew that much."
	I laughed, and Kevin did, too.