Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2000 20:43:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 14

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Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy
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Twin Spin

Chapter 14

	I got Brian squared away and tucked in, and then I went next door
to my room.  Kevin was awake, of course, drinking a scotch, smoking, and
watching TV.  He had taken his shirt and shoes off, but he still had his
shorts on.  He kept adjusting his basket every thirty seconds or so.
	I poured myself a drink and sat next to him on the love seat in
front of the TV.
	"Why did you say that about me saving his life?"
	"Because it's true."  I took a cigarette out of the pack that was
on the coffee table and lit it.
	We sat in silence for a long time, each pretending to watch what
was on TV.
	"Why are you so quiet," I asked.
	"I'm just thinking."
	"About what?"
	"About what happened tonight."
	"Do you want to talk about it," I asked.
	"Yeah."  There was a long pause.  I thought he wanted me to say
something, but I didn't know what to say.
	Kevin continued: "I don't know what made me piss on that guy.  I
don't know why I thought of that.  But, God, was it a turn-on.  Did you see
how hard I was when I finished?"  He adjusted himself again.
	"Yeah.  We all saw."
	Kevin actually blushed a tiny bit.  "Sorry about that," he said.
	"You didn't hear anybody there complain, did you?  Matt distracted
you."
	"Yeah.  I guess so."  Then, after a pause, "But why did I get hard?
I don't get hard when I piss.  Nobody does.  Why did that turn me on so
much?  And so fast?"  He adjusted himself again, and I knew he was hard as
steel.
	"I don't know," I said, "and I really don't care.  But you've been
sitting here adjusting that thing in your shorts for the last twenty
minutes, and it's been turning me on so much I'm about to come."  I reached
over and put my hand on his thigh.  He didn't move, but I noticed his
breathing became a little more labored.
	He put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing gently.  Then he
stood up and pulled me to my feet.  He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it
back over my shoulders.  Instantly, his mouth was on my nipple, and I
moaned involuntarily.  Then he planted his mouth on mine and kissed me
deeply.  I responded with my tongue in his mouth, searching for
pleasure-points that no one had ever reached before.  He started grinding
his crotch into mine, and I could feel his huge erection through his shorts
and mine.
	He moved us toward the bed.  He sat down on it and loosened my belt
and unzipped my fly.  My cock popped out, and he popped it into his mouth,
as in a choreographed move.  The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, and
I felt my semen rise from the depths of my body.  In less than a minute, I
came in his mouth.  He swallowed my cum and looked up at me grinning.
	I kicked off my deck shoes and shorts from around my feet and got
onto the bed.  Kevin stood up, as I had in front of him, and I undid his
shorts.  His cock was wet and sticky with pre-cum, and I swallowed as much
of it as I could.  He played with my ears as I sucked him off, and he, too,
came in record time, although he lasted a good bit longer than I did.
	I got up, and we pulled back the covers.  We jumped on each other
like rival bobcats.  He was all over me: nipples, neck, ears, mouth, navel,
nuts, and cock.  Then he got between my legs and ate my asshole.  Three or
four times I thought I would come a second time, but he orchestrated our
sex perfectly, bringing me to the edge and then backing off.  I remember
thinking I should be pleasuring him, especially after what he had done that
night, but he never gave me the chance.
	After a time, he asked if he could fuck me.
	"You don't think you're gonna get away *without* fucking me, do
you?  Not after what you've been doing to my ass.  It's screaming for it."
	He laughed.  Then he hoisted my legs up over his shoulders and
moved into position.
	"I'd never fuck you like I was gonna fuck that cocksucker tonight,"
he said.  I wasn't sure what he meant, but he eased his dick into me
painlessly and effortlessly.  He rocked back and forth above me, and I
reveled in his manliness and control.
	"You were going to fuck that guy tonight," I asked.
	"I was gonna rape the mother fucker.  I was gonna make him bleed
and fuckin' beg for mercy."
	"No, you weren't, Kevin.  That's just talk."
	He grinned.  "You're right.  But I was gonna make him suck me off."
	"But you didn't."
	"No, cause Brian stopped me.  I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted to.
That mother fucker.  Now shut up and let me fuck you."  And fuck he did.
	"Do you think you could suck yourself off," he asked.
	"What?"
	"If I push back enough, your cock will be really close to your
mouth.  Do you think you could take it in?"
	"I don't know.  I've never done that."
	"Do you want to try?"
	"Hell, yeah."
	He pushed against me hard, and, indeed, my cock came up to my
mouth.  I strained as hard as I could, and I could just barely get my
tongue on the head.  He pulled me closer to him on the bed and pushed my
legs back farther.  I could feel the muscles in my back stretch.  Slowly,
ever so slowly, I got the head into my mouth, and the feeling blew the top
of my head off.  Another inch, I thought, and I could get in the really
sensitive spot just under the head.  As though reading my mind, Kevin said,
"Another inch."  He was as deep inside me as any man had ever been,
including him and Brian.  With the skill of a craftsman, he slowly forced
my own cock into my mouth.  He was on his feet by then, bending at the
knees to stay in me.
	"Now suck," he said.  I did.  In a minute, I had the most
spectacular climax of my life.  My ass contracted hard around his cock, and
every internal organ seemed to participate in my incredible orgasm.  That
set him off, and, in a second, he was bucking uncontrollably in a steady
rhythm that matched my own.  It was as perfect a union as I could imagine
any two people ever having.  It was like our two bodies became one.  It
went on longer than I ever thought it could, and, when I had finally
stopped pumping cum into my own mouth and Kevin had stopped bucking, he
lowered my legs to his sides and slumped down over me.  He gave me a peck
on the lips, and then he rested his head on my chest.
	We stayed that way for several minutes, with him still in me.  I
loved the sensation, and I could feel my prostate spasm lightly now and
then, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me.  Finally, he softened and
pulled out.
	"Did you come," he asked.
	I laughed and hit him hard on his arm.
	"Me, too," he said.
	We both giggled like school girls.
	"Do you want a cigarette," he asked.
	"Yeah.  And more scotch."
	He got up and fixed us each a drink, and came back to bed with
drinks and smokes.  We sat up in bed, our legs entwined, smoking and
drinking.  I wondered if he was through with me.  In a little while, I got
my answer.  He put his hand, still cold from his glass, on my stomach and
started playing with my navel.  In a minute, he leaned over me and started
kissing me.  He smelled like cigarettes and scotch, two of the most
masculine aromas in the world, to me.
	"I want you to fuck me, now, J.  I want that hot, hard cock of
yours up my ass so far that I can feel it in my throat.  But first, I want
you to clean my butt with your tongue.  Stick it as far up my ass as you
can, and loosen my boy-pussy for your raging man-tool."
	"Where did this dialogue come from," I asked.
	"I read it on the Internet.  It's pretty sexy, isn't it?"
	"Well, . . . ."
	"It's made you hard as a fucking train rail.  Stick that big hard
thing in my baby ass, you stud."
	I couldn't help myself.  I laughed.
	Kevin was playing with me, of course, but he kept it straight.
	"I see I cause you pleasure with my patter.  If you continue
laughing, you won't be able to impale me on your enormous shaft.  I'll be
forced to slam my not-quite-virgin puckered rosebud onto your manhood from
above.  I'll ride your saddlehorn to ecstasy."
	I was laughing so hard now, there really was no way I could fuck
him.  He knew that, so he straddled my thighs.
	"Get ready for paradise, stud-man, as I force you into my hot,
tight, eager, uh, dripping love hole."
	"Your what?!"
	"My hot, tight, uh, eager, dripping love hole.  Don't love holes
drip?"
	By now he had given up the pretense of seriousness and was laughing
almost as much as I was.
	"Only when they have diarrhea."
	That broke him up.  He flopped forward onto my chest, and we
laughed until there was no breath left between us.  When we calmed down, he
sat up again, that time without saying anything.  I was only half-hard by
then, so he scooted down and took me into his mouth.  In a few seconds I
was hard again.  He moved back into position and really did sit down on my
cock, forcing it up his ass.  His own cock flared out in front of him,
still rock solid.
	"I'm gonna use some of the techniques we learned at sex camp.  You
stay still and let me do the work."
	He started flexing the muscles inside his ass, and the effect was
incredible.  He'd flex one muscle, and it would work the head of my cock.
In a second, another muscle went to work on the sensitive underside.  He
kept it up for quite a while, and his own cock was leaking pre-cum in
abundance.  He never touched himself or me, except with the muscles in his
rectum, and, in fifteen minutes or so, we both had colossal orgasms at the
same instant.  He spurted a heavy load of cum onto my chest, and the great
hot drops felt wonderful as they landed.  With me still in him, he leaned
forward and kissed me.
	"You're a hell of a fuck, you know that," he said.
	"You ain't so bad yourself," I said.
	"Can we sleep like this," he asked.
	"Why don't you ease over onto your side," I said.  "So you won't
crush my chest."
	"Okay," he said.  "Is that better?"
	"Yeah.  That's good."  He kissed me again, and we drifted off to
sleep with me still inside him.

	The telephone rang at 7:30 the next morning.  It was on my side of
the bed, and I remembered I had requested a wake-up call the night before.
We had to meet Mike's plane at ten, and the airport was forty-five minutes
away.  Kevin heard the phone ring and woke up when I did.  Naturally, we
had separated in our sleep.
	"What's up," he asked when I had put the phone back into the
cradle.
	"Nothing's up, except you and me.  We've got to go get Mike,
remember?"
	"Oh, yeah.  Cool."
	We jumped into the shower together.  Kevin shaved while I lathered
up my body, and then he gave me my razor and washed while I shaved.  I was
badly tempted to take hold of his cock while he was shaving, but I resisted
the temptation in deference to the time.  We were dressed by eight o'clock.
	Kevin wanted to wake up Brian to go with us, but I persuaded him to
let Brian sleep.  We looked in on Brian to make sure he was all right, and
he was sleeping peacefully.  We ate at a fast-food place that had a
breakfast bar, and we were on our way to the airport by nine o'clock.  I
thought it was cutting it close, but Kevin reminded me Mike wouldn't get on
a plane and fly home if we weren't there precisely at the moment he entered
the airport.
	As it turned out, Mike's plane was fifteen minutes late, so we had
time to spare.  We got cups of coffee and went into the smoking lounge to
wait.
	Mike was one of the first people off his plane.  We greeted one
another effusively and hugged, as brothers might do.  He had all of his
luggage with him, so we left immediately.
	In the car, Mike asked, "Where's Brian?"
	We told him the whole story of the night before.
	"Did somebody check him out," Mike asked.
	"Yeah.  We both did," Kevin said.
	"No, I mean a doctor.  Did you take him to a doctor?"
	"No," I said.  "He threw up at the restaurant, but I checked his
vomit to see if it was bloody.  I also made him piss to see if his piss was
bloody, and neither one was."
	"Well, I'll take a look at him when we get there."
	The rest of the trip back to the hotel was taken up with recounting
the fight.  Mike seemed rather impressed with Kevin's bravery.
	"You probably saved his life," Mike said.
	"Oh, Jesus.  Here we go again," Kevin said.
	I explained to Mike the whole thing about our saying that the night
before and Kevin reacting as though it were an insult to him.  Mike
laughed, ruffled Kevin's hair, and called him a reluctant hero.
	As soon as we got to the hotel, Mike wanted to see Brian.  Brian
was in the shower when we got there, which Mike took as a good sign.  When
he came out, the first thing we saw was a swollen lump on the side of his
head.
	Mike examined Brian from head to toe, using the instruments he had
in his doctor's kit.  Mike thumped him and listened with his stethoscope
and felt deeply into all sorts of places.  Then he picked up Brian penis
and looked at it intensely, up very close.
	In a second, Brian said, "Unless you plan to do something more than
just look at that, I wish you would put it down.  You're gonna make me
hard."
	"I'm looking for any blood, asshole.  Shut the fuck up."  Then Mike
said, "Now I'm gonna taste for it."  He popped the head of Brian's cock
into his mouth and sucked it for a second.
	"No.  No blood," Mike said.  "How do you feel?"
	"Horny as hell, after that," Brian said.
	"Yeah.  We know.  But medically, how do you feel?"
	"I feel great.  This thing on my head hurts when I do this," he
said, as he touched his head.
	"Don't do that," Mike said.  "That'll make it hurt."  We all
laughed.
	"And I'm real sore in through here," Brian said, as he touched his
abdomen and his side.
	"Don't do that, either.  That'll hurt, too."
	"Mike, your medical advice is so fucking good," Brian said.
	"I know.  I'm a specialist."  Again, more laughter.
	"Despite your obvious disregard for my welfare, I'm happy to report
that I will be in shape to play volleyball Saturday morning.  And my
brother and I will win the tournament."
	Mike looked at me and said, "Oh, shit.  Not another one of those
things."
	"'Fraid so, Mike-man, and Brian and I will triumph," Kevin said.
He and Brian did a high-five and then grabbed each other's hand.
	"Well, doesn't anybody else here want some lunch," Mike asked.
	"Hell, yeah," Kevin said.
	Brian echoed his enthusiasm, and we went off to eat.
	Both boys ate heartily, and, that time, Brian kept his meal down.
While we were still at the table, smoking and drinking coffee, Brian
suggested we call Matt to see if he wanted to "play" (his word).  He had
given me his number, so I got up to call.
	Matt said he did, indeed, want to play and that he would join us at
the restaurant in ten minutes.
	In something less than ten minutes, Matt walked into the
restaurant.  We introduced him to Mike, and he inquired about how Brian
felt.  He ordered a cup of coffee, so we got refills and settled in for a
few minutes.
	"What's goin' on around here," Kevin asked.
	"Well, what do you guys like to do," Matt asked.
	"Everything," they said in unison.  The rest of us laughed.
	"Can you be more specific?  For example, do you like to lay out on
the beach?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you like to walk around showing off ?"
	"Yes," Mike and I said before they could get the word out.
Laughter.
	"Well," I finally said, "why don't we set up a place on the beach.
Those that want to walk around can walk around.  Those that want to lay out
can lay out.  Those that want to read can read.  You get the picture?"
	We decided on the all-male beach.  I didn't care one way or the
other, and neither did Mike.  That was where the volleyball tournament was
going to be, and Brian and Kevin wanted to check out the court and maybe
find a game.
	We were all dressed, of course, when we went out onto the beach,
and, in a matter of a couple of minutes, the boys had their clothes off.
Seeing them nude was nothing to me or Mike, but they made quite an
impression on Matt.  He was already undressed when he saw them, and his
cock reacted immediately.  He didn't get hard, or even half-way there, but
it definitely put on weight.  The kids didn't pay any attention to him, but
they both noticed and smiled at one another when they saw it.
	After they'd left to explore the beach, Matt said, "God, those guys
are gorgeous.  And they're perfectly identical.  Even down to the tattoos."
	"Yeah, on both points," Mike said.  "I've got some great pictures
of them that I took about a month ago."
	"I wish you'd brought them," I said.
	"I did," he replied.  "They're up in my bag.  I wish I had
remembered my fucking camera.  It's not like me to go off without it."
	"I'll go get them if you want me to," I said.
	"That's okay.  I'll go.  I gotta take a shit, anyway," Mike said,
and he slipped on his shorts to go get them.  Our hotel was only two
buildings down, so he didn't have far to go.
	Matt and I engaged in small talk, mostly about the boys.  I told
him how old they were and that my official capacity was that of
tutor-companion.
	"Do you have a tough time keeping them under control?  It sounds
like they're pretty wild."
	"Yeah, I guess they are, but they know the limits.  Basically, they
behave as though they were adults, and I just go along with that.  Tom
doesn't mind.  He's about the most tolerant person I know."
	"Tom Finch?  I can't believe I'm partying naked on a gay beach with
the sons of a billionaire and the guy who owns the company I work for."
	"Is he really a billionaire," I asked.  I immediately felt stupid
for asking that, what with living in his house, and all.  But the subject
of money never came up.  There was always all the money Brian and Kevin
wanted, which, frankly, wasn't all that much.
	Matt just nodded.  Then he said, "Several times over."
	I explained the money business to him, but he didn't seem
particularly interested.
	Mike came back in a little while with the pictures in manila
envelopes and a cooler loaded with beer.  We popped one each and looked at
the photos.  The later ones were better than the ones I had already seen.
Matt was more than impressed.
	"I had a chance to show these to Tom," Mike said.
	"What did he say," I asked.
	"Well, he liked them, of course.  In fact, he wanted a complete
set.  But he said no to the gallery deal.  And I can understand his point.
He said he's just too well-known a figure in business to have pictures of
his naked sons hanging on people's living room walls.  He encouraged me to
keep shooting, though.  He's buying the portfolio for sixty thousand."
	"Jesus Christ," I said, "sixty thousand dollars?"
	"Yeah.  That was his offer.  There are sixty pictures at a thousand
bucks apiece."
	"How much would this set have brought in a gallery," I asked.
	"Forty-five, fifty thousand," Mike said.
	"Really?  That much," Matt asked.  "Not that they aren't wonderful
pictures, but . . . ."
	"I know.  That's a lot of money," Mike said.  "But there isn't
anything available like these."
	"Well, I guess they're worth it," I said, not convinced they were.
	The rest of the afternoon passed in lazy ease.  The three of us
continued to drink beer, smoke, and lie in the sun.  After three or four or
five beers, whatever it was, I started feeling really sleepy.  I looked
over at Matt and Mike, neither of whom had said a word in a while, and
decided I would join them in a nap.

	I awoke to Kevin's loud voice screaming.
	"Jesus Christ," he said.  "Look at these perverts."
	"I know.  It's disgusting," Brian said.
	Mike and Matt woke up at the same time I did.  All three of us had
huge erections, and mine, at least, wasn't the kind I usually got when I
took a nap.  That one was sexual arousal.  I knew the boys had done
something, but, of course, I had no proof.
	Mike looked around in a kind of daze, and then he realized what was
going on.  "Come on, guys.  Into the water.  Let's take care of these
things."  Mike led Matt and me into the water, and we got into a three-way
jerk-off session.  The boys watched us from the beach, and we made lots of
noise about how good it felt.  They both started getting hard, and Kevin
ventured forth to join us.
	"Get the fuck back, Kevin," Mike screamed at him.  "We don't want
to corrupt innocence."  Matt and I both laughed.
	Kevin was not to be outdone.  He and Brian sat down with their legs
spread.  Kevin got up next to Brian so their cocks were rubbing against
each other.  They draped a towel over the point of contact and started dry
humping.  They both made a lot of noise.  Fortunately, that part of the
beach was deserted except for us, so nobody heard--probably.
	Mike said, "Goddamn, you can't beat 'em."
	"I'd really rather join 'em," Matt said.
	"They'd like that," I said.  "They like you."
	"Really," he asked, apparently pleased, but also a little
surprised, that I had said that.
	The three of us in the water came at almost the same time.  It was
good but nothing spectacular.  Brian and Kevin must have come around the
same time because we heard them both moan loudly.  They kept humping,
though, and probably came three more times.  We stood out in the water and
watched.  I told Matt about sex camp and about how they could come without
ejaculating.  He said he had heard of that but had never seen it.
	"Well, before this weekend is over, I predict you will see it,"
Mike said.  I concurred.
	We got out of the water and went to our rooms at the hotel.  We
arranged to meet Matt in two hours at a restaurant about six blocks down
from where we were staying.  After showers, shaves, naps, whatever, we met
up with Matt.  The restaurant was nice, but we were dressed enough for it.
We had drinks, appetizers, soup, salads, entrees, desserts, coffee.  Enough
to choke an elephant, I thought, but just the right amount for Kevin and
Brian.
	"So what's up for tonight," Kevin asked.
	"I'm pretty tired from all that sleeping in the sun," Mike said.
"I thought I would go to bed early."
	"Don't fuck with me, asshole," Kevin said.  "Or, you can fuck with
my asshole, but don't tell me that."
	"Or, you can fuck me in the asshole, but don't make me tired,"
Brian said.
	The Dozens were on.
	"If I fuck with your asshole, I'll go to sleep, son," Mike said.
	Brian scored an invisible point in the air.
	"The sun don't shine on your asshole, Bubba.  That's why you're so
white," Kevin said.  "Me and my brother are black."
	"Your asshole is black because it's full of tar," Mike said, "but
your ass ain't black. You're pure honkey."
	"At least it's pure something," Brian said, entering the game.
"Yours is pure shit."
	"So how come you want to eat it," Mike asked.
	"How would you know honkey from hotcakes," Kevin asked.  "Yankee."
	"Answer me, Hotfuck.  Why do you want to eat my ass if it's pure
shit?"
	"Who said I wanted to eat your ass," Brian asked.
	"You gotta point, there, white boy," Mike said.
	"Yeah, and I got a point, too, aimed at your nigger ass," Kevin
said.
	Matt looked uncomfortable.
	"Me a nigger," Mike asked.  "Your mama's a nigger."
	Brian and Kevin looked at one another.  I saw the devilment in
their eyes, but Mike and Matt didn't.
	"Our mother died when we were a year old," Kevin said.  "The man
who raised us is black.  We consider him our mama.  So, yes, our mama is a
'nigger.'  His name is Chuck, and we love him.  I believe you've been in
his kitchen, Doctor.  Brian and I would both give our lives for our
'mama.'"  Brian nodded solemnly.  Kevin was so dramatic even I couldn't be
sure he was still playing.
	"I'm sorry, guys.  I'd forgotten," Mike said.
	"We won!  We fuckin' won," Brian shouted.
	Mike was humiliated, but he saw the humor in it all.  Matt was kind
of out of it.  He didn't know what was going on.
	"Are you guys serious about all of this," Matt asked.
	We explained the Dozens.  We also explained about Chuck and the
boys.  Matt was amused, but he was also confused.
	"So, back to my original question," Kevin said.  "What's up for
tonight?"
	"We can hop around to some clubs," Mike said.  "Maybe you can get
lucky again tonight and beat the shit out of somebody."
	Kevin replied, "I'm ready for that.  Unless he's molesting your
sorry ass, in which case I'll help him."
	"Don't start again, guys," Matt said.  "I'm not quick enough for
that stuff.  I'm an engineer, remember?  I don't get repartee."
	"Matt, you're the native here.  What's up," I asked.
	"Well, I know of a party that's about to start.  You guys up for
that?"
	"Give us more details," Kevin said.
	"Well, it'll be all guys, probably.  Gay guys.  And there will
probably be sex.  Gay sex, of course.  But, Kevin, you'll probably be
treated as the guest of honor.  These guys will want to thank you for
bashing that guy last night." "Let's go.  Let's fuckin' go," Kevin said.
Brian voiced his enthusiasm for the idea, as well.
	"Is that cool with you," I asked Mike.
	"Hell, why not," he asked.
	"So that's it.  Let's party," I said.
	Kevin and Brian looked at each other, and I knew they were
communicating.
	"Can you guys give us about a half hour or forty-five minutes,"
Brian asked.
	"For what," Mike asked.
	"We need to go change," Kevin said.  They were both in shorts and
short-sleeve Polo shirts.  They both looked great.
	"Oh, you don't need to get dolled up for this," Matt said.
"Besides, if my instincts are right, you won't even need clothes for this
party."
	"You guys want to pump up, don't you," I asked.
	"Yeah.  So what?"  Kevin did the talking that time.
	"So nothing.  Do it," I said.
	"You guys want to wait here," Brian asked.  "Or what?"
	"What the fuck is going on," Mike asked.  I explained that they
wanted to work out for a little while to be as pumped up as muscularly as
they could be.
	"Shit," Mike said.  "Why don't the three of us go into that bar
over there, have a drink or two, and wait for those guys?"
	That was good with everybody.  The boys took off back to our hotel,
which had a small workout room, and we went into the bar.  It was only
8:30, and they promised to be back before long.  Well, they were gone until
ten o'clock, but when they came into the bar for us, every head in the
place turned.
	They must have worked out hard because their muscular definition
was superb.  They also must have used some kind of body builder's oil
because their skin had a glow, a radiance, that enhanced their muscular
definition.  They looked like models.
	Brian had on a white tanktop and khaki shorts.  They showed off his
tan to its best advantage, and, of course, you could see the muscles in his
arms really well.  Kevin had on long white 501's that really showed off and
accentuated the outline of his cock and a jeans jacket that had the sleeves
removed.  It was open, and, of course, he wasn't wearing a shirt under it.
He also had on a white baseball cap with the bill in a deep arch over his
face.  They both wore snow-white Reeboks and no socks.  They looked
fabulous.
	"Jesus Christ," Mike said as they walked in.  "These two look like
something out of my last wet dream."  Matt and I both laughed.
	"What's so funny," Kevin asked when they got to our table.
	"You had to be there," Mike said.  Mike had a fresh cigarette going
that was resting in the ashtray in front of him.  Kevin picked it up and
tucked it into the side of his mouth.  He took a deep drag and let the
smoke out.  Then he picked up Mike's drink, which was about half gone, and
tossed it back.  He looked so sexy doing that that I sprung a half boner
just watching.
	"Let's haul ass," Kevin said.  Mike didn't say a word, which was
pretty unusual for him.  We got up and followed them out.
	"Is it my imagination, or is Kevin flirting with Mike," Matt asked
as we walked out.
	"Yeah, he is," I said.  "But he's really flirting with all of us.
I got half-hard just watching that routine with the cigarette and drink."
	"Half," Matt said.  "I nearly fucking came when he did that."  He
and I both laughed.
	There were quite a few cars parked around the house where the party
was happening.  That beach house was right on the ocean, and it was
unusually large and nice.  We heard noise coming from the back of the
house, so we walked around the side instead of going to the front door.
There was a large wooden deck out back and a gigantic swimming pool and
hottub.  Part of the deck was screened in, but most of it was open to the
sky.  There was a low stucco wall around the whole thing.  The place
belonged to a gay couple in their mid-forties, and one of them came up to
greet us.
	"Welcome, girls," he said.  He kissed Matt lightly on the cheek.
He was rather effeminate, and I knew Brian and Kevin would be turned off by
that.  Matt introduced us.
	"Well, this is our hero, then," he said, when Matt introduced
Kevin.  "Do I get a kiss?"
	"No," Kevin said.  Then, "Aw, what the hell," and he kissed him
solidly on the mouth, no doubt running in a little tongue.
	"Oh, my God, I think I'm in love," Ken, the host, said.
	"No, you're not.  You're just horny," Kevin said, and Ken laughed
girlishly, like that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
	"You're right, Kevin," Ken said.  "Please come in and make
yourselves at home."  The boys went ahead, and Ken pulled Matt, Mike, and
me back to say, "My God, they're fabulous.  They'll have every dick in this
place hard as a rock."
	"I think that's their goal," I said.  We all laughed.
	As the boys walked toward the bar, the crowd got quiet.  Every man
there was looking hard at Brian and Kevin.
	"Everybody," Ken shouted.  "Everybody, this is Brian"--he put his
hand on Brian's shoulder-- "and Kevin.  Brian is the poor boy who got
bashed last night, and Kevin is the boy who saved him.  They're identical
twins, in case you've had so much to drink already you can't tell."
Laughter.  "Let's welcome them."
	The fifty or sixty men who were hanging around the deck cheered and
clapped for the boys.  Brian nodded his acceptance, and Kevin tipped his
cap.  God, they were perfect, I thought.
	We got drinks and mingled with the crowd.  Matt knew most of the
guys there, and most of them were pretty straight-acting.  Brian and Kevin
each went off on his own, basking in the glory of being the guests of
honor.
	Matt introduced us to four guys who were standing around in a
little circle, talking.  One guy asked, "So who are those guys, anyway?
Adonis and Dionysus?"
	"Close," Matt said.  "They're Tom Finch's sons."
	"Are you fuckin' shittin' me," another guy asked.  "*The* Tom
Finch?  *Our* Tom Finch?"
	"One in the same," Matt said.  "Can you believe it?"
	"I take it you guys know Tom Finch," Mike said.
	"We all work for him.  Although he probably doesn't know we exist,"
someone said.
	"I read somewhere the other day that Finch, Inc. has more than five
thousand employees, so Tom couldn't possibly know everybody," Matt said.
	"Oh, so it's 'Tom' now, is it," another guy said.
	"Okay, Mr. Finch," Matt said.  Then to us, "This asshole's my boss.
He's got to keep me in line--even on vacation."  Polite laughter.
	"John, here, works for Finch, Inc., too," Matt said.  They all said
"ink" for "Incorporated."  Only he lives in Mr. Finch's house and has the
job of keeping up with Adonis and Dionysus."
	"My God, what a job," the boss said.  "How'd you get that one?"
	I explained about my fraternity brother, and all.
	"What school?"
	"Tulane," I said.
	"Oh, they have a great CS department," Frank, the boss, said.
	"Yeah, maybe.  But I majored in French and Spanish.  No Computer
Science for me."  They all looked at me with mild pity in their eyes.
	"That sounds like Mr. Finch," one of the guys said.
	"How the hell would you know," Frank asked.  "Have you ever met
him?"
	"As a matter of fact, I have," the guy said.  I think his name was
Joe.  "We shared an elevator about three months ago, and he was a hell of a
nice guy.  He didn't even fart."  Laughter.
	We drifted apart in a little while.  I eventually ended up with
Roger, the other host and partner of Ken.  He, too, worked for Finch, Inc.
He actually knew Tom Finch by more than reputation and a ride in an
elevator.
	Brian and Kevin were all over the place.  Every once in a while,
one or other of them would disappear into the house or out onto the beach
with another guy.  I figured there was sex involved.  At one point,
everybody moved out of the house and screened deck around the pool.  Kevin
and Brian were taking on the two pool volleyball champs of the place.  They
were nude in the water, but both of them made it a point to leap out of the
water as often as possible to show off their cocks.  The game was close,
but eventually our boys won.  They were again cheered by the crowd.
	When they got out of the pool, they stayed naked.  A bunch of other
guys shed their clothes, too, and got in the water.  In a little while,
Kevin came up to me and asked for a cigarette, which I gave him.  He was
mostly dry, but his teeth were chattering in the cool beach air.  I noticed
he was wearing his nipple ring.
	"What's this thing all about," I asked, fingering it.
	"I've been wearing it some," he said.  "It helps people keep me and
Brian apart.  Now that I'm not wrestling any more, I'm gonna leave it in."
	I didn't say anything, but it was a sign of Kevin's growing sense
of individuality.  I liked that.  He drifted away.  Before long, I heard an
electric acoustic guitar being strummed.  Then I heard a keyboard.  In a
minute, I heard Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" coming from somewhere, and
I knew the boys were performing.
	They did a bunch of songs, and everybody in the crowd was obviously
taken with them.  We stayed at the party until it started breaking up.
When we went back to our hotel, Mike and I went to our room, and Kevin and
Brian went to theirs.  It was late the next morning when the four of us
finally regrouped in the lobby.

	"I'm starving," Kevin said.
	"Me, too," Brian confirmed.
	"Well, hell, let's go eat," Mike said.
	We went into the hotel restaurant and had lunch.  There was a
buffet, and the boys ate like starved tigers.  Mike and I had a respectable
amount of food, but it was nothing compared to what they consumed.
	After lunch, we went to the beach.  The boys got naked immediately,
as did Mike and I, and Kevin asked me to take a walk with him down the
beach.  I thought that was a little strange, since he and Brian were rarely
out of earshot of one another, but I went with him anyway, of course.
	When we were thirty or so yards down the beach, I asked Kevin what
was up.  There was an awkwardness about him that was uncustomary, so I
figured something was bothering him.
	"Brian and I stayed up really late last night.  Talking."
	"Oh, so that's why you guys were so late getting up this morning."
	"Yeah."  He didn't say anything else.
	"So, what'd you guys talk about," I asked.  His mood and the lack
of talk were starting to make me uncomfortable.  It most reminded of me of
two people who both wanted to break up but who were both afraid to broach
the subject first.
	"Us.  Me.  Me and us."
	"And..."
	"And, J, Brian made me see some things that I already knew but
couldn't admit to myself.  He and I really aren't each half of the same
person."  He started tearing up.  "Jesus, J, I'm so fucking scared.  I
don't know what I'm going to do."
	I put my arm around his shoulder, and he was trembling.
	"Brian kept saying I have to accept myself for who I am."
	By that point, his tears had turned to deep, wrenching sobs, and I
could barely understand what he was saying.
	"The thing is, J, I don't fucking *know* who I am.  I'm Brian, or
at least that's what I've always thought.  Who is this fucking Kevin guy,
anyway?  Oh, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."
	He was so upset and in such agony that I thought my own heart would
break along with his because that was clearly what was happening to him.
His heart was breaking.  I eased him down onto the beach and continued to
hold him.
	He started calming down in a few minutes, and the deep sobbing
gradually subsided.  When he had calmed down to the point that I thought he
could hear and listen to what I had to say, I started talking.
	"Who is this fucking Kevin guy?  I'll tell you.  He's one of the
most innocent, loving, friendly, and wonderful people I've ever known.
He's smart, gorgeous, very well hung, and he can fuck like a stallion.  He
only gets angry when someone else has been wronged, and he's a brave
motherfucker, the kind you want at your back in a fight.  He's musically
talented, has a great singing voice, and is a superb athlete.  You want me
to go on?"
	I saw a trace of his devilish smile.  "Yeah.  This is pretty good."
	"You asshole," I said, hitting him playfully on the arm.  He
laughed, and that sounded wonderful in contrast to the sobs of moments
before.  "Is there anything that I've said that isn't true?  Be honest."
	"No.  Maybe the 'gorgeous' part is going a little far, though."
	"Well, nobody ever thinks they're as good looking as they really
are."
	"Maybe.  But, see, Brian is all of those things, too."
	"Yeah, you're right.  He's a lot of those things, that's true.  But
he's not as cute as you, in personality, I mean, and you sing better than
he does.  And people take to you faster."
	"Yeah, but everybody likes him, too."  He sounded a little
defensive of Brian.
	"Oh, I'm not putting him down.  The other day at the Finch Building
with Louise, that woman would have spread her legs for you in a heartbeat.
She thought you were about the cutest thing she had ever met.  I don't
think Brian would have interacted with her the way you did."
	"That's probably true.  But, Huck, why didn't you clue me in on the
leg-spreading thing while we were still there?"
	"You're such a fucking horndog, Kevin."
	"Yeah, and night before last I had to seduce you to even get you to
show me your dick, now, didn't I?"
	"Okay, I'm busted.  And that's another thing.  Here we are laughing
and joking.  If I were here with Brian, having a talk this serious, he'd
still be a wet, sobbing mess.  You are much more resilient than he is, and
let me tell you something, kiddo.  That's a quality that is priceless."
	He was quiet again.  I knew he was processing everything I had
said.
	"Can I have a cigarette, please," he asked.
	"Oh, sure.  Let me take my pack out of this pocket I'm got sewed to
my chest."
	"Duh," he said, when it dawned on him we were both totally naked.
	"Do you feel better about who you are now?"
	"Yeah, I do.  And you guys have been right all along about me.  I'm
really not gay the way Brian is gay, or Chuck and Calvin are gay.  Hell,
sex is just sex, although there is love in it when I do it with Brian and
with you."
	"Is that all over now?  The gay sex, I mean."
	"Do you think it should be?"
	"I can't answer that for you, Kevin.  My best advice is that if it
feels right and you want to do it, go for it."
	"You know, Brian and I used to do stuff with each other all the
time.  Every day.  Sometimes two or three times a day.  But in the last
year or so, it's tapered way off.  We still sleep together nude, but we
probably only have sex twice a week now, if that."
	"Have you figured out why," I asked.
	He didn't answer right away.  Instead, he looked at me in a way
that I didn't think I'd ever seen from him before.
	"Kevin, you're looking at me like I just asked you a personal
question, or something."
	He laughed, as I had hoped he would.
	"I just haven't been in the mood that much.  Brian rarely starts it
when we do it.  It's almost always me, and I just haven't started it.  He
said last night that he had really noticed a change in me regarding sex and
that that's what first made him realize we don't have the same
orientation."
	"Are you comfortable with yourself sexually?"
	"Hell, no.  I want to be gay.  How could God make two people so
identical in everything else but in that way?  It's just not fair."
	"Kevin, you are fucking unbelievable.  I've known probably thirty
gay guys in my life, and every one of them that I ever talked to about it
said it was unfair that they were gay.  They all wanted to be straight."
	"Well, not me.  I am who I am, and I resent the hell out of it."
	"Did you hear what you just said," I asked.
	"No, what?"
	"You said, 'I am who I am.'  That's the beginning, man, even if you
resent it.  That's the start of self-acceptance.  Kevin, man, you're a
great person, and you don't even know that about yourself.  Well, from now
on, buddy, just know it.  And you know what else?"
	"What?"
	"I love you."
	I stood up then, took his hand, and pulled him to his feet.  I took
hold of him and we kissed.  It was long, hot, wet, and--for me, at
least--filled with passion.  I knew he'd never be mine, but I did truly
love him.
	When we finally broke the kiss, his penis was perfectly limp; mine
was hard.
	"Let's go," I said.  "Brian is going to start wondering what we're
up to."
	"No, he won't.  He knows.  It's the Twin Spin shit you talk about."

	When Kevin and I got back, the boys wanted to practice for the
volleyball tournament later in the day.  It was scheduled to start at five
o'clock, so they had plenty of time.
	When they felt they had practiced enough, they went over to an area
on the beach that had a bodybuilding site set up.  I had never seen one of
those on a beach, but I knew they were common in California.  Apparently,
they had caught on in New Jersey, as well.  They paid ten bucks apiece to
work out, and work out they did.  They were in the place for about an hour
and a half.  Mike dozed most of that time, and I thought about those two
incredible boy-men.  I was drained emotionally from our conversation, but I
knew Brian had been right to force Kevin to face himself.  I missed Chuck
at that moment and wished he were there with me instead of Mike.  Dear God,
I prayed, please help Kevin and Brian live up to their potential.  They
truly are gifts from you, and you've put a heavy responsibility in my
hands.  Please give me the wisdom and strength to know how to help them
become great men.  When they came back to where Mike and I were, they were
as pumped up as I had ever seen them.
	"Good God," Mike said.  "You two look like competitive
bodybuilders."
	"No, we don't," Kevin replied.  "But we do look pretty good, if I
have to say so myself."
	Kevin dug in the pocket of his pants, that were on the beach, and
pulled out a tube of something.  He tossed it to Brian, who immediately
started rubbing some of its contents on Kevin.
	"What the hell is that," Mike asked.
	"It's Skin Sheen," Brian said.  "It's the stuff bodybuilders use to
make themselves shine for competitions.  It highlights your muscles, but
it's not grease.  We'd let you try some, if you had any.  Muscles, I mean."
	"Very funny," Mike replied.
	"Yes, you are, Mike, but we know your muscles are all in your head.
Me and Brian don't have good head muscles, though.  That's why people stare
at us and ignore you."
	"How dare you speak to your physician that way," Mike said.
	"Fizzz-ishin.  That's right.  You know all about Alka-Seltzer,"
Brian responded.
	"Come on, Plop-Plop, Fizz-Fizz, rub some of this on my ass.
That'll make your day," Kevin said.
	Mike started laughing at that, and his laughter was contagious.
Even the boys laughed at their own humor.
	"You guys are too fucking much," Mike said.
	"Yeah, for your scrawny white ass," Brian countered.  "We're some
stud-boys who don't have to hide under no umbrella all day."
	"Uuuuuu.  Low, hard blow, Brian," Mike said.
	"That's the way I like it best.  Low and hard."
	"Will you assholes cut it out and get ready.  You're going to be
late for the start of the tournament," I finally had to interpose.
	Our boys won the tournament, and that, on top of Kevin's renown as
a basher of gay bashers, kept them pumped up the rest of the weekend.  We
put Mike on his plane Monday morning, and we drove home the same day.
	"So what did we learn from this trip, guys," I asked at some point.
	There was dead silence from them both, even though I knew they had
heard my question.
	"No answers?"
	"I learned a lot about myself," Kevin said.  "And you both know
what it was."
	"Are you sorry," Brian asked him tenderly.
	"Of course I'm fucking sorry, man.  You know that, Brian.  Why'd
you even ask that?"
	"Because I want you to say it out loud, that's why.  What is it you
learned?"
	There was a long pause, and I could tell this was getting very
heavy between them.
	Finally, Kevin said, "I learned I'm not Brian.  I'm not just half
of one person; I'm a whole person in my own right.  There.  Are you
satisfied."  Kevin was crying.
	"I know that hurts you right now, Huck, but it's the reality behind
the illusion we've been living for eighteen years."
	"Fuck you," Kevin said, with much sobbing.
	"I'm not going to put my arms around you and comfort you, man, even
though that's what I most want to do," Brian said.  "Instead I'm going to
congratulate you.  You've found your real self."
	"Yeah, but I've lost you," Kevin said.
	The next thing I heard from the back seat was some hard slapping or
punching or something.
	"You motherfucker, you won't ever lose me, you understand that,
asshole?  I love you.  Don't you ever fucking forget that.  Not ever."
Brian's voice was genuinely angry.
	Kevin cried deeper and louder.  "Why'd you hit me, asshole?"
	"Because I fucking love you, dickwad.  Don't you *ever* fucking
dare to think for one fucking minute that you've lost me.  You fucking
haven't.  You've gained yourself, Huck.  You won't ever lose me.  And those
punches and slaps were just a sign of what the fuck I'll do to you if you
ever think you've lost me.  I'll cream your fucking nuts."
	Kevin cried harder.  "God, I love you, Brian," Kevin said.  His
voice was so tear-soaked that it was hard to understand what he was saying.
	"That's my point, Huck.  I know you do, and I love you just as
deeply."
	"But our lives are going to be so different," Kevin choked out.
	"I know.  And that's the way they have to be.  We're growing up,
Huck.  We're not twelve anymore."
	"I know, too," Kevin said.  "And I hate it.  I just fucking hate
it."
	"I know, but I'll always be there for you.  I'll always be your
brother.  I'll always be your twin.  There will always be 'twin spin.'"

The End (?)