Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 19:32:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com> Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 13 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. Twin Spin Chapter 13 The magic cure for the boys' moods was a trip. Before we had moved to North Carolina, we had talked about an extended car trip all over the country. They had been to a great many places, of course, both in this country and Europe, but they wanted to go some more. Frankly, I wasn't opposed to the idea, either. Brian wanted to go out west, perhaps spending time in Boise and picking up Lloyd. Kevin wanted to go east. They turned to me as the tie breaker. "No way am I going to break this tie," I said. "Well, how can we decide," Brian asked. "Flip a fucking coin?" "Exactly," I said. "And Chuck's going to flip it." Chuck was amenable to our request. He did, in fact, flip a coin. He even decided what heads would be (a trip east) before the toss. We gathered in the kitchen, and a pall of seriousness fell over us. Chuck got out a quarter and let them both inspect it. Then, with great ceremony, he tossed it into the air and let it hit the floor. They both leaped toward it to see what it was, and it was heads. Kevin cheered and Brian booed. Then Kevin asked, "Are you disappointed, Huck?" Brian said, "You know I'm not." We all laughed and hugged and were good to go. We left July first without so much as a motel reservation. We had plenty of money, of course, and the kids both had unlimited credit cards. I had a company credit card that didn't have a limit either, so we were well fixed. We took the Bronco because, if it came down to it, we could all sleep in it. Each of them took a rather small bag. I took one that was a little bigger, but all together the bags took up less space than a large suitcase would have. We got up early in the morning, hoping to make it to Washington, D.C., by the afternoon. Chuck said his good-byes the night before, but he left a lavish breakfast for us to heat and eat. We took turns driving, and Kevin kept us entertained by reading aloud porno stories he had gotten off the Internet. Some of them were pretty hot, and Brian and Kevin put their skills of cum-less orgasms to good use. I have no idea how many times they got off, but it must have been at least ten times each. At one point when I was driving, Brian noticed the bulge in my crotch. He had his own cock out, playing with it. He turned away from it, though, so he could reach over from his side of the car and put his hand on the head of my cock through my shorts. He rubbed his hand around on the head. "Brian, I love what you're doing, but I don't want to make a mess," I said. "What do you mean," he asked, knowing full well what I meant but just wanting to hear me say it. "I don't want to come all over myself. I haven't come in two days," I lied, "and I'll make a bucketful." "Do you want me to give you a blowjob? I'll be able to swallow all your cum, so you won't get any on your clothes or the car seat." "My mother taught me very young that it's impolite to say no to a blowjob," I said. Both boys laughed. Brian pulled down the zipper on my shorts. Since the weather had heated up, I had stopped wearing underwear, so that wasn't a problem. Brian went down on me and started sucking. As he was working over my cock, Kevin did something very clever. He stopped reading the story he was reading and started telling one about a guy driving through the mountains needing a blowjob and about his friend who was willing to give him one. It didn't take me long to come, and I flooded Brian's mouth with six or seven spurts. When he came up, he licked his lips, smearing some of my cum all over them. Then he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. I tasted my own cum. That was the start of a full month of sex with those two, and I was excited about the prospect. We got to Arlington, Virginia, around four. We stopped at the first Holiday Inn we came to, and they had one room--two double beds, smoking. We said yes immediately. We checked in, put our stuff in our room, and the kids called Tom. He was in New York and would be there for another two weeks. They made tentative plans to link up with him when we got there. Then he wanted to talk to me. "John, I really appreciate your taking them on this trip," he said. "I'm sure they've been bored as hell in Asheville, not knowing anybody, and all. I feel like a real shit for not spending more time with them this summer, but this deal has got to happen. And it's getting very, very close." "It's my pleasure, Mr. Finch," I said. "Oh, for Christ sake. Call me Tom. I thought I told you that already." "You did, sir, but. . . ." "And lose the 'sir' shit, too. Anyway, I'm going to call a few people I know in Washington to see if I can get you into places. Call me at nine o'clock. You should still be sober by that time." I laughed. "Okay, Tom. Will do." I handed the phone back to Brian, and then Kevin got on after him. They told Tom about wrestling and their body building scheme and Chuck and Calvin and the gym at Finch. Neither mentioned his significant other. Then Tom wanted to talk to me again. "When you call, do so without them around. I want to talk to you privately. I want to know what the hell's going on. I can tell by what they're not saying they're both fucking somebody, and I want details." "Sure, Tom," I said. "You have a good evening, too." The whole damn bunch of them were psychic, I thought. We went into Washington and had time to go up to the top of the Washington Monument before eating. Then we drove around, looking at all the public buildings and statues and stuff. We pulled into the parking lot of a bar in Georgetown around 8:45. I'd be on time with my call to Tom. When I called him, he said he had been in touch with the Vice President. "I knew him at Harvard," Tom said. "We go way back." The VP had talked with Tom for a while about this and that, catching up, mostly, and then he had turned Tom over to his executive assistant. Tom said that guy was really sharp and that he had known him at Yale. Anyway, the EA was setting up a meeting with the Vice President, and maybe the President, at 10:30, followed by a private tour of the White House at eleven the next day. That would be followed by a private tour of the Capitol at two. Tom knew the head of the Smithsonian (Harvard or Yale, I don't remember which), and he had set up a full day's worth of private tour kinds of stuff for the day after tomorrow. That would take all day. The following day, the Fourth of July, the boys and I would be the guest of the Speaker of the House of Representatives on the reviewing stand for the parade, beginning at ten. That evening we would be in the Presidential Box for the Washington Symphony and the fireworks on the steps of the Capitol. "Jesus," I said, "I can't believe you did all of that." He briefed me on what we should wear, and, fortunately, Brian had had the foresight to insist that we take along a set of dress clothes on that trip. "Okay, so what's going on with my boys," Tom demanded. "Well, they've both met people. Kevin's got a girlfriend. Her name is Lauren Hawks, and she's from Atlanta. She's eighteen, almost nineteen, and she'll be a sophomore at the University of North Carolina in Asheville in the fall. She was in summer school until a few days ago, and right now she's in Europe with her mother and younger sister. Kevin seems to be completely taken with her." "What about Brian?" "Well, Brian has a . . . ." "A what? A boyfriend?" "Well, er, yeah." "So tell. What's he like? Who is he?" I was very surprised at Tom's reaction. Most fathers would have been on the next plane or something, but he just wanted to know about the boy. "His father's dead, and he lives with his mother. He has an older brother who works for Finch. He's a computer scientist. The brother, that is. Brian's boy was a wrestler at Asheville High, and he's been teaching the boys how to wrestle." "Does he work or anything? What's he do?" "Well, nothing, really. In fact, he and his brother--he's been living with the brother--had a big fight about the fact that Lloyd--that's his name, Lloyd--doesn't do anything, so the brother sent him to Boise, Idaho, where the mother is taking care of a sister who just had her fourth baby." I was spitting that information out so fast, I wondered if Tom could possibly process all of it. "Is he a nice kid? I mean, does he seem responsible? Respectful?" "Yeah. Both responsible and respectful. He's spent most of his time with Brian for the last month, and he seems to be a really good guy." Tom had a myriad of questions about Lloyd and Lauren, and I answered them as best I could. When the questions were over, Tom said, "Well, it sounds like they're running true to form." "I'm sorry. What do you mean?" "Well, they're making friends. They're getting to know people." "Oh," I said. "What did you think I was going to say? That Brian's gay and Kevin isn't? That's true, you know. They are." I didn't know what to say, and there was an awkward pause. "Are you still there, John?" "Yeah. I'm here." "Don't tell them I said that, okay? They don't fully know that yet. Kevin suspects it, I think, but Brian doesn't." Pause. "Listen, have a wonderful time with them, and enjoy all the special things to do. And call me tomorrow night. Alone." "You can count on it," I said. "Good. Good night, John." "Good night, Tom." And we hung up. I went back to the table the boys had found, and there was a beer waiting for me. "So, what was that all about," Brian asked. "Your dad told me to call him at nine, and I did. He's set up all kinds of neat stuff for us to do while we're here." I told them about the arrangements Tom had made, and they were excited. The place we were in was pretty crowded. There was a DJ, and quite a few people were dancing. Kevin kept looking over at a table with four women at it. I noticed one of the women glanced in our direction a time or two, but she was being much more discrete than Kevin was. "Those women are hot," he said. "I think they want us, dudes." "Jesus, Kevin," Brian said. "They're grown-ups. They don't want us. Besides, aren't you supposed to be faithful to your true-love?" That remark annoyed Kevin. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Huh?" "It's self-explanatory, Huck." "Don't Huck me, you fuck." Kevin was getting angry, but his remark struck Brian and me as funny, and, after a momentary pause, we both burst out laughing. Kevin saw the humor in it, too, and laughed with us. After another pause, Kevin said, "Seriously, Brian. What did you mean by what you said? Lauren and I are dating. We're not going together or anything. I can do what the hell I want. Besides, what about you and Lloyd? Doesn't it work the same way with him?" "Yes, it does. That's why I'm not interested in humping gash." "What about blowing J in the car? What about fucking my ass raw last night? That doesn't count, I suppose?" "As a matter of fact, it doesn't. Y'all are different. I've been straight with Lloyd about that from day one. He can't come between you and me. Nobody can. Ever. And I hope you feel the same way, brother." Kevin lowered his eyes. That was getting to be pretty intense, and I was dying to know where it was going. Kevin's voice was soft and low. "Yeah, Brian, I do feel that way about us. You know that. You're gonna make me cry, you fucker." Kevin's voice was breaking on that last line. "Well don't. You'll embarrass yourself and me and J." "I'm tryin', man. You know I am." Kevin had huge tears in his eyes, but they didn't roll down his face. He grabbed the napkin from under his drink and blew his nose loudly and wetly. "Things are changin', Huck," Kevin said, and it was obvious he didn't like it. "I know they are, Kev. They've got to. We're growing up." We all sat in silence for what seemed like a long time. Finally Kevin said he wanted to dance, so he got up and walked to the table with the four women. He asked the prettiest one there, the one who had glanced at us a few times, to dance with him, and she did. "So tell me the twin-spin on what that was all about." I had taken to calling the unspoken communication between them "twin-spin," and they liked it. "Kevin's got to grow up and face reality," Brian said. "And he doesn't want to. He's just figured out that I'm gay, and he's having trouble accepting that." "Brian, that's pretty unfair. I don't know that anybody could be more accepting of homosexuality than Kevin." "Oh, it's not the gay part he has a problem with. It's that for the first time in our lives we're different in some significant and fundamental way. If Kevin could make himself gay, he would. But he can't. God knows, he's tried." The waiter came, and we ordered more beers. We ordered one for Kevin, but I doubted he'd be coming back any time soon. He was having a good time dancing, and that's probably what he needed just then. "He's tried," I asked. "Of course he has. All this guy sex is his attempt to be like me. Kevin's suspected for years that I'm gay and he isn't. In fact, he suspected it before I did. We've never talked about it, but we both know. In the last month, though, he's come to realize that there isn't anything he can do about it." "But you've been with girls. You even had a girlfriend." "That's right, and I was doing the same thing Kevin was, only in reverse. The difference between us is I've accepted myself as gay, as being fundamentally different sexually from Kevin. And he's having trouble with that. It's all about us. Our identity. It's not about sex or being gay or being straight. It's about us being two separate people." "Have you guys talked about this," I asked. "No. And we probably won't. We don't have to. It's twin-spin." Our fresh drinks came, and Brian and I both lit cigarettes. "So, tell me about you and Lloyd. Are you in love with the guy?" "Probably not. I like Lloyd a lot. A whole lot. He's a little crude, you know, and he's not a genius, and he's a little on the lazy side. But, no, I'm not in love with him." "So why all that with Kevin a little while ago? He's infatuated with Lauren; he's not in love with her." "Frankly, I wanted to get some stuff out in the open. You saw that I made him cry. Kevin won't face it unless I press the issue." "That's not the first time you've made him cry," I said. Then I thought maybe I shouldn't have said that since it might be a violation of a confidence. "Forget I said that," I said. "Oh, I know it isn't. He told me all about the two of you in the steam room at Finch. He cried so hard the night y'all came in late and I put on the show of being pissed I thought he would need mouth-to-mouth. And, see, what you don't know, J, is that Kevin isn't a cry-baby. When we were little, he never cried. Chuck or my dad would beat his ass red for something he'd done, and the little fucker wouldn't cry. I would. When I got whipped, I cried for hours. Kevin never cried. He wanted to fight whoever spanked me. The night his old girlfriend broke up with him, he was so sad and depressed I thought he would die. I cried my head off, but he didn't shed a tear. That's why the crying is so significant now. This is touching a core in Kevin that's never been touched before, and it hurts like hell. I know that. And I hate that I have to do it, but it's the way it is. And Kevin's got to accept that. He and I are not one person. We're two." We sat for a long time in silence. I didn't know what to make of all of that. Brian was so perceptive, and I knew he was right. I tried to think about what I could do to help. In a little while, I looked for Kevin on the dance floor, but he wasn't there. He and the woman weren't at her table, either. "It looks like ole Kev is on the make," I said. "Yeah. I saw them leave. He's probably eating her out right now. He loves to do that. I'd rather suck a cock, any day." I laughed, and Brian grinned. "And you do it well. I have proof. But so does Kevin." "Tell me about it. If anybody knows that boy's talents, it's me." "Do you think he's bisexual, then?" "What does that mean, J? Yes, I do. But, then again, I think everybody's bisexual. Especially at our age. There's not a guy at Colton Academy or Asheville High School who won't get hard and come if another guy sucks him off. Hell, I've done experiments. Take our waiter. He's probably straight. I'll bet you a hundred bucks that if I put my hand on his crotch and offer to suck him off, he'd start to get hard. Of course, he'd probably punch my face in, but he'd start to get hard." "I'll take your word for it," I said, and we both laughed. "Back to the question," Brian said. "Do I think Kevin's equally attracted to men and women? No. Do I think Kevin will go through life fucking anybody, male or female, who will let him? No. See, part of Kevin's accepting the fact that he and I are different people is his accepting his own heterosexuality. He's started to do that. Tonight's a case in point." "So you knew he'd go after the chick, even after what you said." "I hoped he would. I didn't know for sure. See, the fact that he's off balling that woman after I said what I did means he basically said, 'Fuck you, Brian. I've got my own life.' And that's what he's got to say." "How'd you get so goddamn smart," I asked jokingly. "By sucking every drop of Kevin's gray matter out of him through his cock." We both laughed. "Speaking of that, Brian, I'm going to be outrageously personal." "Go ahead. I've told you stuff I wouldn't even tell my identical twin." "True. I guess what I want to know is. . . ." "What's the sex like between us?" "Goddamn. Yes. Exactly." "Well, it's always good. Very good. But it's diminished over the last year or so." "Really?" "Yeah. Let me be personal. When you were in your early teens, how often did you jerk off?" "Christ, I don't know. Probably three, four times a day." "About average. That's about how often we did, too. The difference is, we never did it alone. We always did it to each other or with each other. We sucked and fucked, too, after a while, but it was always the two of us. Don't get me wrong. I love making love with Kevin. And that's really what it is between us. Making love. Now we do it together maybe twice a week. Just the two of us. And it started long before you came into our lives or I met Lloyd and he met Lauren. Even last year when we had girlfriends, we did it together at least three times every day. I don't know. It's tapering off between us." "How do you read that?" "Positive. Definitely positive, as far as Kevin's concerned. He's discovering his cock on his own. It's not my cock or our cock. It's his cock. That's got to be good. He jerks off now. I know he does. And I do, too. By ourselves. Or with other people." I thought for another long time, and then I said, "So, has your thing with Lloyd been a calculated equation to make Kevin face the fact that you're not one person?" "God, I wish I had a hat on because I'd damn sure take it off to you, J. That's exactly what it's been. It's a little more complicated than that because I am physically attracted to Lloyd. But, on the negative side, he's not that good a lover. But, in essence, yes. That's it." "Does Kevin know that, do you think?" "Yes. Of course he knows that. He also knows I'm right. He's just having trouble accepting it." After another long pause, we looked up and Kevin was standing at the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down. "Hi," he said. He lit a cigarette. He'd been away from the table for about two hours, and he apparently hadn't had one in all that time. "Hi," Brian said. "Well, did you get laid," I asked. He grinned and then said, "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." "Bullshit. He got laid," Brian said. "Where did you go," I asked. "She's staying at the hotel next door. We went up to her room. She was so weak from coming she decided to stay in." Brian and I laughed appreciatively. "You want one last drink before we leave," I asked both of them. They did. That time we ordered scotch. "So, did y'all talk about me while I was gone," Kevin asked. I couldn't tell if he was teasing or not. "Who else," Brian said. He put his hand on Kevin's hand that was on the table and said, "I'm sorry I made you cry, little brother." "No, you're not. I know what's going on, Brian, and it's hard as hell, man." "You're right. I'm not sorry. But that was a step, Kevin. You gotta keep takin' 'em." Kevin paused, and sighed deeply. "I know. And I want to, Huck. I really do." "I know you do," Brian said softly, with deep love in his voice. Kevin put his head down on the table and started sobbing. Brian put his arm around him to comfort him. "I'm sorry, Brian. I'm such a fuckin' pussy. It seems like I'm cryin' all the time now." "Cry it out. You'll feel better," Brian said. And Kevin did cry. Brian and I sat there mute, wanting to say or do something, but knowing there was nothing either of us could say or do to make it better. I had known from the first that twins are different, but nothing prepared me for that. Finally, Kevin recovered. There was another long nose blow, but then he seemed fine. "J, this isn't about what you and I talked about. Well, maybe it is a little bit," Kevin wanted me to understand, but he wasn't as articulate as Brian had been. "I think J understands," Brian said. "It's about you and us, isn't it? And being twins? And being two people?" Kevin nodded sadly. "And it's not about my being gay. It's about my being gay and your being straight, isn't it?" Again the long sad nod. "You're feeling better, aren't you," Brian asked. "Yeah. But I'm so fucking scared, Huck. I've always assumed I was you. I never thought of myself as a separate person before, and it's scary." "I know it is, Kevin. But I'm gonna always be with you. You know that. We're still twins. We're still each half of the same sperm and the same egg. Nothing can change that." "I know. And I do feel better. When I got up to dance tonight, it was like I was saying, 'Fuck you, Brian. I've got my own life.'" "Incredible," I said. "What is," Kevin asked. "What you just said. Brian used those exact words to describe what that meant by leaving the table." "So y'all did really talk about me? I figured you had." Kevin lit another cigarette and took a sip of his drink. "Brian, another thing." He paused, and Brian continued for him. "You don't want to wrestle." "That's right. I want that to be yours, not ours." Brian nodded as though he understood perfectly what Kevin meant. The next three days were a whirl of activity. We ended up getting to meet the Vice-President, who said he knew Tom and was even able to tell an anecdote about their days at Harvard Law. The President was charming, too, and the tours of the White House, capitol, and Smithsonian were terrific. The parade on the Fourth of July wasn't much to people who had grown up with the New Orleans Mardi Gras, but the fireworks and symphony concert were excellent. We ended up staying until the afternoon of July sixth because they wanted to go to the FBI headquarters, the Pentagon, back to the Smithsonian, and to the zoo. We had a great time in Washington, and we left tired but eager for more. I had talked to Tom several times, but I didn't say anything about Kevin and his crisis of identity. Tom said that Mike the doctor had moved into the New Orleans house and wanted to get in touch with us. I called Mike in New Orleans, and we talked for an hour. He didn't start his new job until the beginning of August, so we invited him to join us on the trip. He said he had a million things to do, but he agreed to join us for a four-day weekend at a nude beach in New Jersey that Kevin had learned about on the Internet. We left Washington on a Tuesday afternoon, driving north. We stopped for the night in Annapolis, Maryland, and visited the Naval Academy late that afternoon. We spent a couple of hours there, checked into a motel on the outskirts of Annapolis, and, that night, did the town. It was fun, and we found the city quaint. There had been virtually no sexual activity among us since we got to Washington. We were always tired and a little drunk at night, and we always wanted to be up early and on our way in the morning. On Wednesday morning, as we were lying in bed in Annapolis, Kevin broached the subject. "So, have we become monks, or what?" Brian and I knew immediately what he was talking about, and we both laughed. "Yes, my son," I said. "We have." More laughter. "Seriously, dudes, the situation is getting critical. I woke up last night just as I was about to come from a fucking wet dream. You only have wet dreams when you're in a serious dry spell, and I'm in one." "Haven't you been jerking off," Brian asked. "No. I haven't," Kevin said. "You know I don't like to do that much." Brian didn't say anything. What he did, though, was lean over and kiss his brother. It was a long, wet, passionate kiss, and I could see from my bed that there was plenty of tongue action on both their parts. When they broke, Brian asked, "What do you want to do, Kevin?" "I want you to suck my cock while J eats my ass," he said without a moment's hesitation. Brian tossed the covers off both of them and did as he was told. I got up, my boner bouncing, and got between Kevin's legs. He played with his own nipples until Brian noticed and took over for him. Brian moved into a sixty-nine position on his side, and Kevin took his cock into his mouth and went to work on it. After a few minutes of a tongue lashing from me, Kevin asked me to fuck him. We all adjusted for that, and I entered his ass in one clean thrust. "This is more like it," Kevin said. He came in a few minutes and dumped his cum in Brian's mouth. Then I came in his ass. Brian came, too, but he didn't spew. "I'm saving up," he said. Next, Kevin got behind me and entered my butt hole. I was only half-hard after coming in him, but Brian wiped my cock off on the top sheet and stuck it in his mouth. Then he got up from me and got behind Kevin to enter his ass, and we became a three-man fucking machine. Kevin jerked my cock, and in seven or eight minutes we all came at the same time. We collapsed onto the bed and smoked cigarettes in the warm afterglow of stupendous sex. I got up to take a shower and get dressed for the day. When I came out of the bathroom, I stopped for a few minutes before going into the main part of the room to watch Brian and Kevin. Brian was holding Kevin in his arms, and Kevin was cuddled against Brian like a baby against its mother. Brian was softly stroking Kevin's thigh, and Kevin was stroking Brian's buttocks. The scene was incredibly tender and sweet. After a few moments, I coughed to let them know I was in the room. They both opened their eyes and looked at me. "Hi, boys," I said. "You look comfortable." Kevin spoke: "I'm gonna be okay, John. I know that now. I think the worst is over." "That's good news," I said. "You've seemed fine since the other night at the bar. You don't want to be gay anymore?" "Oh, I still want to. I just know I can't be. But I'll enjoy being straight, too, I think." "I think you will," Brian said. "Most of all, you'll enjoy being yourself." They got up, hard-ons raging, and went for the shower. They took a hell of a long time, and I knew they were fucking each other. When they came out, I saw they had shaved each other, and they were both dabbing blood on their chins. The cuts weren't bad, and you couldn't notice them once they stopped bleeding, but they were in exactly the same spot on each guy. Incredible, I thought. After a big breakfast, we drove into Baltimore and spent most of the day checking out the sights. The aquarium was fabulous, and the whole downtown harbor section was really nice. We left Baltimore driving north around six, and we got to the place we were going on the South Jersey shore around nine. It was still daylight, and the boys were amazed at that. We checked into our hotel. We had gotten two rooms, one for them and one for Mike and me. We'd pick him up at the airport the next morning at ten. We had eaten on the way, so we scouted a club to hang out in. The place was pretty full, and there were a lot of people dancing to the music of the DJ. I was kind of interested in getting laid for a change, and I said I might like a little feminine company. Kevin gave me his permission to prowl, and he said he might do a little of that, too, or he might hang with Brian. That night Brian was in a kind of sour mood. He had called Lloyd from the lobby of the hotel while we were checking in, and he came away from the phone with a less-than-pleased look on his face. We didn't ask him about it then. Now, in the bar, the subject came up. "So what did Lloyd say," Kevin asked. "He said he didn't think he was coming back to Asheville for school this fall." "No? Why not?" Kevin probed his brother. "Well, his mother really likes it in Boise, and she's rented a house. She and Lloyd are living there. She's met somebody. A cowboy, I think, or some such shit." "And . . . ," Kevin pushed. "And so has Lloyd. A guy who reminds him a lot of us, he says. So, I guess Lloyd and I are through." Kevin put his arm around Brian. "It's okay, man. You'll be fine." "Oh, I know it. I'm not upset. Not really. I liked Lloyd, but I wasn't in love with him. Plus, this kind of thing happens." "So, you're free from the faithfulness thing, at least." Brian smiled widely. "That really got to you, didn't it? You horn dog. That's all you are, Kevin. A fucking horn dog." Kevin laughed at that. "Nobody knows me better than you do," was all Kevin said. We ordered some drinks. They made all of us show ID for the first time on the trip, and, of course, we could all produce plenty. After the drinks came and we had all tasted them, Kevin said, "Brian, you may be gay, but you can still dance like a motherfucker. You're not going to mope around this table, are you?" "Hell, no. I'm gonna dance my ass off. And I might even get laid. I can still fuck pussy, too, you know." They slapped each other's hand and grinned at each other. "And I can still suck dick and take it up the ass," Kevin said. "I think I've already proved that today. Let's party." As we started to get up to check out the room, Kevin said, "Just a minute." He went up to the bar and in a second came back with three fresh packs of Marlboros, one for each of us. "You can't party seriously without your own smokes." He slapped his pack on his palm to pack the cigarettes and then opened the box. He stuffed it into his shirt pocket. Neither boy often carried cigarettes, preferring to smoke mine, which the household bought for me anyway. The fact that they both had packs meant they were in for some serious steppin' out that night. We took our drinks with us when we got up to cruise the place. We split up pretty quickly. Kevin was the first to connect with a girl who was beautiful and who had the kind of dark hair I associate with Italians. She was sitting by herself at a tiny table, and he just sat down and started talking. In a few minutes they were up dancing. Brian and I joined a large group of people around the bar. He struck up a conversation with a girl who was blond and cute. They were dancing, too, before long. I hit it off with a girl with strawberry blond hair and a mild sunburn. She was a local, she said, and had come in by herself, hoping to find some friends there. She hadn't seen anybody she knew yet. I asked her to dance, and she said sure. Cheryl and I danced to several songs, and I was getting pretty hot. I wasn't about to take my shirt off, as Kevin and Brian would have done, so I suggested we go outside to cool off. Once outside, I lit up a cigarette and offered one to Cheryl. She declined. The beach behind the club was pretty dirty, but we weren't interested in the scenery. We only had one thing on our minds. "Where can we go," I asked. "Hell if I know. I live in town, but so do my parents. In the same house. That's out of the question." "Let's go to my room." We were only three or so buildings down from the club, so Cheryl and I walked along the beach to our hotel. I took her upstairs and fucked her. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't good, either. She came three or four times. I came once. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. When we got back to the club, we parted, she for "Ladies," me for the bar. I looked for Brian and Kevin, but they weren't there. I decided to go back outside. There was a pretty good crowd on the beach, obviously people who found the heat inside the place oppressive. I struck up a conversation with a guy who was, like me, all alone. He was about my age, and he had a scruffy look to him. "This ain't my kinda place," he said. "No? What's your kind of place," I asked. "Country. I like country music. This fuckin' music's too loud." "Why'd you come here," I asked. "Nothing else to do." We engaged in small talk for a little while, then finally I asked, "What do you do for a living?" "I'm a plumber. You got any plumbing you need checked out?" He said that with a leering grin. I figured that line was a come-on, but I decided to ignore it, in case it wasn't. That boy wasn't going to win any Nobel Prizes any time soon, so I didn't know for sure what he meant. In a few seconds he said, "What do you say we go for a walk?" "Naw. I'll just hang around here," I said. Just then Brian came outside by himself. "Hi," I said. "Where were you? I was just in there a few minutes ago, and I didn't see you." "I was in there," he said. He took out a cigarette, and the plumber lit it for him before he could get his own lighter out of his pocket. "Thanks," he said. "Sure thing." The two of them started up a conversation, and I moved away from them. If it turned out Brian liked that guy, I didn't want to be in the way to create any awkward moments if they decided to slip off. There was a service bar on the deck, so I got myself another drink. As I was standing at the rail, looking out at the water, Kevin and his friend came walking up the beach. They had apparently been somewhere fucking. "Hi, J. This is Lisa. Lisa, this is J. John, really, but I call him J." Lisa and I exchanged pleasantries. Kevin suddenly got a worried look on his face. "Where's Brian," he asked, nervously. "He just went for a walk with a guy down the beach. He'll probably be back in a few minutes." "What guy," he demanded. "Just some guy. I don't know. He said he was a plumber and that he liked country music. That's all I know." "What'd he look like?" The urgency in Kevin's voice made me a little nervous. "About my age and size. Scruffy looking. He had on a red baseball cap." "Come on. Brian's in trouble. That son of a bitch is a gay basher." With that, Kevin took off running down the beach, and I was right behind him. We didn't go far when we saw the two of them in shadows next to a building. Brian was on his knees, apparently giving the guy a blow job. Kevin ran toward them. Before he noticed Kevin, the guy smashed Brian on the side of his head, and Brian went down. Then he started kicking Brian, who was doing his best to protect himself. When he saw that, Kevin really poured on the speed. He was up to the guy in a second, and he got the guy in a head lock. Kevin smashed the guy's face three or four times, and he started spouting blood. Kevin rammed his head into the side of the building, and the guy went down. I was running as hard as I could, but I had the sense of not making any progress. I did get there, of course, to hear and see up close what happened next. "You mother fucking piece of shit. I oughta fucking kill you. Nobody fucks with my brother. Nobody." Kevin opened his fly and took out his cock. Oh, shit, I thought, what's he going to do. What he did was let fly a full bladder all over the guy's face. Kevin said in a voice filled with rage, "Drink my piss, you mother-fucking maggot." The guy was trying to dodge Kevin's stream, but he wasn't successful. Every time the guy opened his mouth to scream or say something, Kevin aimed at it. The guy started coughing really hard, like he had gotten a lung full of Kevin's urine. He kicked the guy in the chest, and that somehow made him stop coughing. "I'm sorry, man. I'm fuckin' sorry." Kevin grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up to the level of his cock. He had finished pissing, and I wondered what was next. "You hate fags, huh? Well, you're gonna be one. Suck my cock." The guy protested, and Kevin jerked on his hair and slapped him hard across the face. "Suck it, I said, mother fucker. And if you bite me, it'll be the last thing you ever bite." Kevin grabbed the guy's jaw and forced him to open his mouth. He pulled the guy's face toward his cock, and he was just about to put it in when Brian intervened. "Stop, Huck. Don't do that. This soggy piece of shit isn't worthy of your cum." Brian put his arms around Kevin from the back and pulled him away from the guy. Kevin didn't struggle with Brian. Instead, he kicked the guy a hard one in his basket, and the asshole doubled over in pain. The guy was hurting bad, but he managed to get up. As he was limping off, Kevin called to him, "If I see your fuck-ugly face again, I'm gonna stick my fucking cock up your ass and then make you lick it clean." The guy hobbled off into the darkness. Just then there was sudden cheering and applause from behind us. We all turned around to see ten or twelve guys standing there giving Kevin an ovation. A guy walked up to Kevin and grabbed his hand to shake it. Kevin's dick was rock hard, sticking out his fly. I heard one guy gasp, and several others voiced their admiration for it. I heard a guy in the back say something about his liking water sports. I didn't pay any attention. "Thanks, man. That son of a bitch has been bustin' on guys all summer. Your friend's the fifth guy he's beaten up. He might have killed him if you hadn't come along." "He's not my friend. He's my brother. My twin." The rest of the guys cheered some more, and I could tell Kevin loved the attention. "Let me buy all three of you guys a drink," the man said. "Kevin, put your cock away," Brian said. "Jesus. Sorry," Kevin said. Everybody laughed at the innocence with which he said that. We all watched him struggle to get his cock put away and buttoned up. They cheered again when he finally did it, and then they started to disperse. Kevin was shaking all over, as though he were cold. Brian put his arm around him to steady him. "God, I'm fuckin' wired," Kevin said. "I could easily have killed that mother fucker." "Calm down, now, Huck. It's over. Okay?" "Okay, Huck. I'm gettin' calm." Kevin was breathing hard. Brian rubbed his neck to smooth out some of the tension and stress. "Are you okay," Kevin asked Brian. "Yeah, man. I'm okay." Brian kissed Kevin. "Thanks." We walked back to the club with the man who had done the talking. He introduced himself as Matthew Killman. When he heard the name Finch from the boys, he stopped. "That's quite a coincidence," he said. "I work for a man named Finch." "Doing what," I asked. "I'm a computer software engineer with Finch, Inc. In the city." "So you work for Tom Finch," I said. "These are his sons." The poor guy was speechless. "I don't know what to say. I mean, . . . ." "For me, say, 'He'll have a double scotch on the rocks,'" Kevin said. We all laughed. We were moving toward the club again by then, and we were almost to the deck when Kevin again spoke. "And say, 'And for his candyass baby brother, make it a double scotch on the rocks, too'." Brian punched Kevin in the stomach, and Kevin responded by putting both arms around Brian in a bear hug and kissing him hard. "Owww, Kevin. That hurts." "Love hurts," Kevin said. Again, we all laughed. There were a few tables on the deck, and we got to one just as the people who had been sitting there got up to leave. I went with Matthew, or Matt, as he preferred to be called, to the bar to order the drinks. By the time we got back to the table, both boys had lit up. We set the drinks down and took seats. Brian grabbed his glass and said, "Here's to my baby brother. I love you, man." The last was in imitation of the beer commercial. Kevin knew that and responded, "But you're not gettin' my scotch." Well, by then, Matt was in love with the both of them. He insisted we check out Brian's face to make sure he was okay. He was, although he would have a swollen place in the morning. Matt was still in awe of Kevin and still in a state of shock that these were Tom Finch's sons. "So what do you do, John," he asked. "Yeah, J. What the fuck do you do," Kevin asked. "I'm in the public relations department at Finch. In Asheville," I said, not wanting to tell that guy too much of our business. "What are you guys doing here," Matt asked. Kevin said, "We're on vacation. We just drove up from Washington, and we're supposed to pick up a friend at the airport tomorrow morning. He's flying in from New Orleans." We finished our drinks, but, instead of ordering another round, we decided to go get something to eat. Matt knew a good pizza place not far away, so off we went. At the pizza place we noticed that Brian's face was beginning to swell where the Plumber had punched him. I asked Brian to tell us what had happened, and here's what he said. "I went out on the deck to get some air, and I saw J there. He was talking to the Plumber, and I joined in the conversation. Before I knew it, J had left the group and was over at the bar." "I had talked to the guy before," I said, "and I figured he wanted to pick up some guy. I wasn't interested, so I left the two of them alone, in case Brian was." Brian continued: "Well, we made conversation, you know, and he kept dropping hints that he was interested in sex. By the way, Matt, I'm gay, in case you hadn't figured that out." Matt just smiled, knowingly. "Anyway, he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I figured this was an invitation for sex, and, frankly, I was interested. I had fully intended to fuck a girl tonight, but it wasn't working. I was horny. He was apparently horny. I like 'em kinda crude, and he fit the bill. "So we went for a walk. Then he said there was a place he knew just up from the beach, next to a building. We could blow each other there, and nobody'd see. I went with him. "We flipped a coin to see who went first--his coin. Anyway, I won, or lost, or something, and I was supposed to blow him first. Then he would blow me. I squatted down in front of him, he pulled out his cock, then he slammed me in the side of the head. Before the punch landed, I heard him say, 'You stinking faggot. I hate faggots.' Then boom. I go down. Then he starts kicking me, saying stuff like, 'I wanna kill me a faggot. Jesus don't like no faggots.' Stuff like that. "When I was down, he kicked me a few times, still saying all that stuff about faggots and queers and Jesus. The next thing I know, Kevin's there, wailing on him." Matt entered the story: "A bunch of us were hanging out around a beach fire not far from where they went. We heard Brian yell when the Plumber punched him, we took off running. Kevin beat us there, though." Brian continued: "When Kevin came up, I remember thinking, 'Thank God. He's here.' Then Kevin started going crazy. You would have liked to kill him, wouldn't you?" "You're fuckin' right, I would have. But I knew I couldn't. Nobody fucks with you when I'm around." "I guess we all saw the rest," Matt said. "Kevin, you were terrific. I want you at my back. Always." "Doin' what," Kevin asked coyly. We all laughed. "So, you guys are all gay, right," Matt asked. "Er, not exactly," I said. "That's been a big topic of discussion among us lately, and you don't want to hear about that. We've decided Brian's gay and Kevin's straight." Kevin started to protest, but Brian told him to shut up. "What were you going to say, Kevin," Matt asked. "He was going to say he's gay, too, sometimes," Brian said. "And he's fucked plenty of guys and been fucked by plenty, too. That's true, and I know he enjoys gay sex, but, believe me, Matt, he's straight." Matt looked more than a little puzzled by that tirade. Then he asked me, "What about you?" "Undecided," I said. There was a pause. I had never told the boys about my sexual orientation because I genuinely wasn't sure. Finally Matt said, "Gay, straight. What the fuck difference does it make, anyway?" We all smiled big smiles at that. "Well," Kevin said, "this is a hell of a way to start a long weekend. I sure hope I've got the stamina and strength to enjoy the rest of the weekend as much as I've enjoyed this part of it." We all laughed. When our food came, we ordered a second pitcher of beer. Kevin devoured his like he usually did, but I noticed Brian only played with a single slice. Brian also didn't drink very much beer--only a few sips, really. I wondered if he was feeling okay after that beating and kicking he took. Matt told us about the area. It was a tourist town, of course, but we already knew that much. He said the beach behind our hotel was "clothing optional," and there were three or four other places around there where clothing wasn't required. One of the most popular beaches was a gay beach, or men-only, at least. He said there was a big concert planned for Saturday night, and there would be a beach volleyball tournament all day on Saturday, also. Thursday and Friday were fairly quiet. That was mostly a weekend place. Kevin had looked at Brian and grinned when Matt mentioned beach volleyball, but Brian didn't respond. In a minute, Brian got up to go to the bathroom, and I followed him. Once inside, he slumped down in front of one of the toilets and puked his guts out. I held his head and said soothing words, just as I had done to drunk fraternity brothers a hundred times, but I knew Brian wasn't drunk. When he finally finished, I flushed the toilet and sat him on it. I got some wet paper towels and wiped off his face. "Jesus, J, I feel like shit. That mother fucker kicked me in the stomach a time or two, and I'm sore as hell." I had checked out Brian's vomit to see if it had any blood in it, but it didn't. "Stand up and take a piss," I said. "Why," Brian asked. "I want to see what it looks like." "Christ, J, you've seen me naked more than you've seen me with clothes on. You know what my cock looks like. And besides, I'm not really in the mood for anything right now." "I don't want to see your cock, asshole. I want to see your piss. I want to see if there's any blood in it." Brian laughed weakly when I said that, but he did as I asked. His piss was clear. We stayed in the bathroom another few minutes, and I knew Kevin would be coming in after us if we stayed much longer. "You feel well enough to get out of here," I asked. "Yeah. J, listen. Do me a favor and ask Kevin to sleep with you tonight. He's gonna be hornier than a two-peckered goat after that fight, and, frankly, I'm not up for anything tonight. He knows I can't say no to him, especially on the night he saved my life. What do you say?" My first impulse was to say thanks. I was pretty horny myself, and the thought of spending the night with a hornier-than-usual Kevin was already turning me on. "Okay," I said. "What'll we tell him?" "Just say you think it's better for him to sleep with you tonight so he won't disturb me. Tell him I'm hurting and need sleep." When we rejoined Kevin and Matt at the table, Kevin said, "You got sick, didn't you?" "Yeah. I feel a lot better now, though," Brian replied. "See," Kevin said with anger in his voice, "I'm gonna have to kill that mother fucker. If I see his ass tomorrow, it's mine." "I don't think that's likely," Matt said. "I think you took good care of him tonight. I don't suspect he'll be back, especially while you're still around here." Kevin had ordered dessert and coffee while we were gone, and the waiter brought it to the table. Brian declined his, so Kevin said he'd eat it for him. Matt and I laughed, but neither of them saw the humor in it. After coffee, dessert, and several cigarettes, we dropped Matt off at his place and went home to our hotel. We asked Matt if he'd spend time with us during the weekend, and he was flattered. Of course, he accepted. He was only twenty-six, but already he had his eye on corporate advancement. I suspected he thought spending time getting to know the sons of the owner of the corporation wouldn't hurt his career chances. But he was also a hell of a nice guy, and I could tell Brian and Kevin really liked him, as I did. "Kevin," I said, as we pulled into the motel parking lot, "I think you should bunk in with me tonight. Brian's very sore and tired, and he needs to sleep. Is that okay with you?" Kevin looked at Brian, who nodded. "Sure, J. I was thinking the same thing," Kevin said. "You liar," Brian said, and grinned. "I love you, boy. Do you know that?" "Yes. And you know I love you." "I think you saved my life tonight." "Bullshit." "I'm serious, Huck. I think he wanted to kill me, and he had me in the right spot to do it. If he hadn't killed me, he would have fucked me up pretty bad. Like a broken back, or something. I mean that. I fuckin' owe you my life." "J, make him shut up," Kevin said. There was no playfulness in his voice. "No, Kevin. He's right. You probably did save his life tonight." "Both of you guys are full of shit. I'm not listenin' to any more of this." We had pulled into the parking spot by then, and Kevin jumped out of the car. Our rooms were on the ground floor, and we parked right in front of theirs. He opened the door to their room, went in, and came right back out. "He is so fucking cute," Brian said. "How can anybody not love him?" I agreed.