Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 23:05:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 2

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

Chapter 2

	We woke up Saturday morning around 7:30, which might have been the
earliest I had been up in a year.  They got up at six every day for school,
so 7:30 was a sleep-in for them.  We all had big morning boners, and they
got up to piss at the same time.  They left the bathroom door open, as guys
often do, but I didn't hear any piss hitting water.  In fact, I couldn't
imagine how they could piss into a toilet at the angle their hard-ons would
have sent the stream.  I got up to see what they were doing, and I had one
of the many surprises these two would give me.  They were standing in front
of a shower stall, with the glass door open, pissing into it.  When they
finished, one of them turned on the water to wash the piss away.  I was
standing right behind them when they turned around, all of us still fully
erect.
	Brian said, "Hi, John.  We should have let you piss before we
washed it down.  Sorry."
	"Do you guys always piss into the shower," I asked.
	"Only in the morning," Kevin said.  "Our dad told us to do that so
we don't get piss all over the bathroom if we try to do it into the
toilet."
	That made sense to me.  I wondered why I hadn't thought of it
myself.  With them watching, I took my morning squirt and flushed it away
with the water.
	We went back into the bedroom and got back into bed.  Kevin and
Brian snuggled against me in the middle, and I could feel their cocks
against my sides.  Kevin put his head on my chest, and Brian draped his arm
over Kevin.  I was starting to get a little aroused.
	In a minute, Kevin said, "I'll go to McDonald's and get us
breakfast.  Don't do anything while I'm gone that I wouldn't do."
	He got out of bed, but I didn't pay any attention to whether or not
he put on his clothes.  I guess I just assumed he would.  He left the room,
and in a few seconds I heard a car start up in the driveway below us.
	Meanwhile, Brian started playing with my right nipple, and he was
making me nearly crazy with excitement.  I started reciprocating, but he
brushed my hand away.
	"This is my treat," he said.  I said nothing and let him go on
about his business.
	I was lying flat on my back, and my cock was splayed up against my
stomach.  Brian used the palm of his hand to rub, very, very gently, the
bottom of my cock and my nut sack.  Using a finger and thumb, he gently
pushed my nuts up into my body.  They go most of the way up just before I
come anyway, but he inserted them in their spots by hand.  He continued to
rub me softly, moving down to the sensitive area between my nut sack and
asshole and back up again to the head of my penis.  He took the head of my
cock firmly in his left hand and applied mild pressure.  He continued
working on my cock and nut sack with his other hand, and the feeling was
getting more and more intense.  He continued that until I was right on the
verge of coming, and then he stopped for a few seconds.  I had a
mini-orgasm, and a few drops of cum seeped out from around his left hand.
He started back rubbing me, and in a few seconds, I had another orgasm,
harder that time, but still not the big one.  He kept that up through three
more, each one harder and longer than the last.  Finally, when the big one
was about to hit, he pushed up on my balls and pulled down on my cock with
his left hand.
	Oh, my God!  I didn't usually buck when I came, like some guys I'd
seen, but I damn sure did that time.  It was as though my hips had been
electrified, and I couldn't stop their moving.  I came at least three
times, each time harder than the one before it.  The cum didn't spurt.
Instead, it kind of oozed, like it had done the night before under Kevin's
hand.  Every cell in my body orgasmed over and over, and I experienced the
most incredible pleasure I had ever known.
	When I had finished coming and had begun to recover, Brian got a
warm, wet washcloth and wiped off all the cum that had pooled on my belly.
	When I could finally talk, I said, "Where do you guys learn this
stuff?  I've never had a sexual experience like that before.  It was
incredible."
	"There's a place on the World Wide Web called The Masturbation
Homepage.  Kevin and I both read it, and then we experiment on each other.
It's cool, huh?"
	"I'll say.  I gotta check that site out."
	We heard Kevin drive up just then, so we got out of bed.  Brian
started making the bed, so I helped him.  I started putting on my clothes
to go downstairs, but he only picked his up.
	"Don't bother getting dressed," he said.  "Kevin and I will both be
naked."
	"But Kevin dressed to go to McDonald's," I said.
	"No, he didn't.  I've got his clothes right here."
	Again, I was shocked.  Just then Kevin called up for us to come and
eat.  Brian and I went downstairs, and Kevin was standing in the kitchen,
buck naked and still hard.  We went out to the patio to eat.
	After we were settled, I said, "Kevin, did you go for the food
without any clothes on?"
	"Yeah, why?"
	"Well, for one thing, you could have gotten arrested," I said,
trying to think of other reasons.
	"It just looks like I don't have a shirt on; that's all.  You can't
see anything.  Besides, the windows on the car are tinted pretty dark."
	"What about the girl in the drive-thru window.  Can't she see you?"
	"I wish she could have, but it was a guy.  If he saw anything, he
didn't react.  Hell, J, we do that all the time."
	I laughed nervously.  "Well, don't think you're going to get me to
ride around town naked.  Or in the car with you naked, either."
	"We wouldn't do anything to embarrass you, J," Brian said in a
voice that sounded like a little boy saying he's sorry.
	"No, J.  We want you to be our friend.  We wouldn't ever say or do
anything to make you mad at us," Kevin continued in the same pathetic
voice.
	"Don't be sad, guys," I said, now feeling like a shit for
reproaching Kevin.  "Let's just keep it inside the pants in public, okay?"
	"Okay," they said in unison.  When I looked at those beautiful
faces, they both had tears in their eyes.  Then I really felt like a shit.
	We ate a while in the kind of silence you're desperate to break but
don't know how.  Finally, Kevin spoke.
	"Did you give him a flat-hand?"
	Brian grinned.
	"I knew you would, you fucker.  Did you like it, J?"
	"Oh, God.  It was incredible.  What did you call it?  A flat-hand?"
	"Yeah," they both said.  "That's what we call it done that way,"
Brian continued.
	"It's good, isn't it," Kevin asked.  "I think it's better than a
pull-down."
	"What do you guys do, name all your stroke moves?"
	"Yeah," they said together.
	"How many more are there," I asked.
	"You'll see.  It'll be a long, hot summer," Brian said.  We all
laughed.
	After we finished eating, I lit up a smoke, but neither of them
did.  Instead, they both jumped into the pool for some serious swimming.
They started on laps, one of them calling out the number as they finished.
They did thirty each, and it was a pretty big pool.  When they finished and
got out, they sat at the table with me, and they were barely breathing
hard.  Only when they had dried off did they light cigarettes.
	"You guys do this often," I asked.
	"Every day," Kevin said.
	"Every day," I asked, incredulous.  "Even in winter?"
	"Yeah," they said at the same time.  "The pool's heated, and the
heater is on a timer."
	"How do you have time to do that," I asked.
	"We get up at six, but we don't have to be at school until eight.
We come downstairs right away, usually wearing a robe because of our
hard-ons, eat breakfast, swim, shower, and dress for school."  Kevin
explained their routine.  "Oh, and we usually jerk each other off to get
the day started right."  They both grinned.
	"Who does the cooking?  Your dad?"
	Again, Kevin.  "No.  We have a guy who works for us.  Chuck.
Didn't you meet him?"
	"Yeah, but I didn't think he got here that early."
	"He and his boyfriend are moving to Asheville with us," Kevin said.
	"So Chuck's gay," I asked with obvious obviousness.
	Kevin shrugged: "I guess so.  He's old.  Like forty-two or
something.  He's black, but Calvin, his boyfriend, is white.  Calvin works
for our dad as an engineer.  Or something.  Chuck's off on weekends."
	"So, do you guys ride to school together?"
	They looked at me like I had asked if they ever talked to one
another.
	"Yeah. We only have one car.  It belongs to both of us."  Brian
answered that time.
	"Does that ever cause problems," I asked.
	"If it did, we'd buy another one.  We probably will one day.  But
right now, one's enough," Brian continued for the pair.
	"So tell me about Chuck," I said.
	"He's worked for us since our mom died.  We were just a year old
when that happened, and Chuck has been kinda like our mother," Kevin said.
"His mother worked for my grandmother in Memphis, and he and my dad kind of
grew up together.  When my mom died, Dad was in Memphis visiting relatives,
and he found out Chuck needed a job.  Dad needed somebody he could trust to
stay with us, and he asked Chuck if he wanted the job.  He's been here ever
since.  He's really a member of our family.  So is Calvin."
	"Do you think Chuck knows about what you guys do with one another,"
I asked.
	They laughed.  "If he doesn't, he's a dumb-ass," Kevin said.  "I
mean, it would be obvious to me.  One bed isn't slept in and the other one
is covered with cum.  He'd have to be a fuckin' moron not to figure that
out."
	"Not only that, I think he watches us sometimes and jerks off
himself.  We do it out here a lot, and you can see the patio from some of
the upstairs windows," Brian said.
	"Brian, you shouldn't say stuff like that.  You don't know that he
watches us, and you damn sure don't know that he jerks off."  Kevin's voice
had a touch of annoyance in it.
	"Well, I know what I'd do," Brian said.  He and Kevin laughed.
	"Does he ever come on to you guys," I asked.
	"No, but if he did, we'd let him.  We love Chuck."  Brian said that
with finality, and I could tell he was bored with the topic of Chuck.
	"You guys are fascinating," I said.  "I've never really known
identical twins before.  Your dad said he thought twins were different from
other people, and I think he might be right."
	They both laughed.  "We know he thinks that," Brian said.  "He
tells us that all the time.  We are different.  We know what the other one
is doing, even when we're apart.  Or let me put it this way.  If I know
where Kevin is, I know what I'd be doing in that situation.  So I know what
Kevin's doing.  And he knows what I'm doing.  Dad calls that our twin
spin."
	"Don't you find that weird.  Neither of you ever has any privacy."
	"See, J," Brian said, "it isn't weird to us because we've never
known any other way.  It's natural to us.  Besides, we don't always know
where each other is."
	"But that's rare," they said in unison.
	It was about ten o'clock, and Brian stood up and went into the
house.  I figured he had to take a leak or something, but I decided to test
Kevin.
	"Where's he going," I asked.
	"I don't know.  He's probably going to get some books for us.  We
have homework."
	"Which books?"
	"I don't know.  Trig and French."
	In a minute, Brian was back on the patio with trigonometry and
French books for both of them.
	"I'll bet you forgot protractors," Kevin said.
	"Shit," Brian said.  "You go get them."
	"Okay."
	When Kevin left, I told Brian what he and I had been talking about.
He didn't seem amazed in any way, but I was totally fascinated.
	They got busy studying.  I expected them to divide the problems and
each do half, or something, but they both worked hard.  My graduation from
Tulane University was only two weeks to the day away, and I had finals in a
few days.  I decided to join the study session, so I went to my car and got
a book.  We sat in the sun on the patio and studied for a couple of hours
without talking much, and I actually got some work done for the first time
in ages.  The absence of my "brothers" at the frat house did me some good.

	Around 12:30, the first word about lunch came up.  Kevin started
it.
	"I'm hungry.  How about you guys?"
	"You know I am," Brian said.
	I could have eaten, but I wasn't really all that hungry.  I had
watched those two put away four sausage buiscuits each, along with a glass
of orange juice and two cups of coffee.  And they were hungry!
	"You guys want to go get a sandwich, or something," I asked.
	"We'll have to get dressed," Kevin said.  "No more bare-assing
around.  I won't have it."
	We all laughed.  Apparently, all was forgiven.
	"Let's go to Chubby's.  He's got some great sandwiches, and we can
shoot some pool," Brian offered.
	"Cool," Kevin said.
	We went upstairs and got dressed.  They put on the white cut-offs,
only that time they opted for a black tee-shirt (Kevin) and a red one
(Brian).  They looked even hotter than they did the night before, if that
were possible.
	Chubby's was a neighborhood pool hall that served po' boy
sandwiches.  They each ordered whole roast beefs, and I ordered a whole
ham-and-cheese.  The sandwiches were enormous.  They got rootbeers with
theirs, and I got a Bud Light on tap.  The sandwiches really were superb,
but mine was way too big for my appetite.  They ate theirs, though, and
then split the part of mine I couldn't finish.  We smoked cigarettes after
we ate, and then we decided to shoot some pool.
	While we were playing, two guys came in that the twins knew.  One
guy was named Nick, and the other was Mike.  They introduced us and said
Nick was on the football team with them at their school.  Nick was
graduating, they told me, and he was a superb athlete.  He had lost both of
his parents in an airplane crash when he was a sophomore, they said, and
now he and his brothers owned a lot of stuff.  The other boy was in
college, they said.
	"And you know what else," Kevin asked.
	"No, what," I said.
	"Nick's got a tattoo.  On his left bicep.  It's really cool."
	"Do you guys like tattoos," I asked, knowing how popular they were.
	"Yeah," they said together.  "We're gonna get one," Kevin said.
"Or at least I am."
	"I am, too," Brian said.  "You know that."
	"What does your dad think about that," I asked.
	They both shrugged.  "We've talked to him about tattoos," Kevin
said, "and he said not to get anything we would be embarrassed about in
front of our wives and children.  Nothing obscene.  He doesn't care,
though, really."
	We let the subject drop.
	Kevin seemed to be the better pool player, at least that day.  We
played for a couple of hours, and I lost my shirt.  Kevin and Brian were
both really good, and they beat my ass on every shot.  There was a
continuous ebb and flow of people in and out of the place, and it looked to
me like the kind of place I could grow really fond of.  It was a good
hang-out place, and, apparently, Kevin and Brian spent time there.  It
almost seemed that everybody who came in told them hello and seemed to know
them.
	We went back to their house around three, and I felt the need for a
nap.  They took their clothes off and went back outside to study some more.
I went up to Kevin's room to rest.
	They came running in naked and hard around five.  I had slept
soundly for two hours, and I felt really refreshed.  They jumped on the bed
with me and started harrassing me: tickling, mostly, but some nipping at my
naked flesh.
	"Get up, J.  It's almost time to go eat," Brian said.
	Gawd, I thought, I'm still full from lunch.
	"Here's the plan," Kevin said.  "We'll go get something to eat.
Come home and work out, and then go to the party.  How does that sound to
you, J?"
	"That sounds good.  What have you guys been doing?"
	"Studying," Brian said.
	"All this time," I asked.
	"Yeah," Brian said.
	"What about the hard-ons," I asked.
	"We've been thinking about you," Kevin said.  "And tonight."
	They both smelled really good.  Like new-mown grass, or something.
	"You both smell good.  What are you guys wearing," I asked.
	"Nothin'," Kevin said.
	"That's just the way we smell," Brian said.  "You're just smellin'
us."
	What children!  What beautiful, magnificent children!  They might
be experienced in some ways, but they were just as fresh and clean as
infants.  Before I drifted off for my nap, I had thought about them.  They
had no guile.  There was no pretense in them.  They were honest, intuitive,
and natural.
	I still wasn't out of bed, so one of them pulled the covers all the
way back, and the two of them got in with me.
	"We know how to get your ass up," Brian said playfully.  He took
one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger and started kneading
it.  Kevin got between my legs and started tickling my balls.  With that
treatment in progress, I got "up" in about thirty seconds.  Then they
physically lifted me out of the bed (I wasn't struggling, but they could
have still done it if I were, probably.) and stood me up on the floor.
They put their arms around each other's shoulders and around mine, and they
pulled us so close our cocks were touching.  They started moving around
rather slowly, rubbing our three cocks with each other.  The feeling was
intense, and I knew I wouldn't last long.
	As though he had read my mind, Brian said, "Whoever comes first has
to suck off the other two.  Okay?"  Kevin and I agreed quickly, even though
I thought it would be me.  There could be a lot worse things to do, though,
that's for sure.
	Just as I predicted, I shot my wad in a few seconds.  Most of my
cum landed on Kevin's dick, and he quickly spread it all over Brian's as
well.
	After a few seconds' recovery, Kevin said, "Okay, J.  We're ready.
Sit on the bed.  Brian, you go first."
	I sat on the edge of the bed, as instructed, and Brian moved into
position.  His cock was too big for me to take more than half of it into my
mouth, and the taste of my own cum was a bit of a surprise.  Kevin watched
me take his brother into my mouth, and he even reached over and stimulated
my nipple for a little while.  That made me start getting hard again, even
though I had just come, and in a few minutes I had a raging erection.
	Kevin was very active.  He got down on the floor behind Brian and
started licking his asshole.  Brian tensed for a moment when he did that,
and I thought he was going to come.  Instead, he said, "Huck, lick my
nuts."  Kevin did what Brian told him to do.  I was concentrating on Brian,
but I could see Kevin on the floor under him in my peripheral vision.  He
had a huge hard-on, and he was leaking fast.
	In a few minutes, Brian said, "Kevin, fuck me."
	I was a little startled by that, but I kept right on sucking.
Brian was beginning to moan as Kevin stood up to let him have it.  When
Kevin entered Brian, I could feel the pressure in my mouth.  Brian's cock
went in another inch or so, and I almost gagged.  When Kevin was in, Brian
pulled back to a more comfortable position.
	Brian was a thoughtful recipient of my favors.  He reached in front
of himself and took my cock in his hand.  He started doing his famous
flat-hand on me.  I was twenty-two years old, and I had been having sex
since I was twelve, but that experience wasn't like anything I had ever
known before.  Kevin reached around Brian and started rubbing both my
nipples.  His touch was gentle, and the stimulation was intense.
	In a few minutes, Brian said, "J, I'm about to come.  Pull off, if
you want to."
	I didn't want to.  Kevin shifted his attention from my nipples to
his brother's, and in a few seconds they both came, Brian, I know, with a
great tidal wave of cum.  I swallowed a lot of it, but quite a bit leaked
out of the corners of my mouth.  The first spurt was heavy, but it wasn't
the largest.  The second flushed my mouth and throat, and then the rest
were less.
	I was near coming myself when Brian separated from me.  He then did
something that was very thoughtful: Kevin pulled out of his ass, and Brian
turned and started licking his cock.  He was cleaning his brother up for
me!  I watched as he carefully licked every square centimeter of his cock,
and that made me even more turned on than I had been.
	Kevin next presented his cock to me.  I took it willingly, and it
tasted fresh, clean, and virile.  I smelled the scent of Brian's ass on his
pubic hair, and it was overwhelming.  Kevin continued where Brian had left
off with the flat-hand job, and Brian, who was still hard, stuck his cock
up Kevin's ass without being told.  In a few minutes, all three of us came
in a great spasm of ecstasy.  Kevin was better at the flat-hand than Brian
had been that morning, and I orgasmed until I thought the tip of my cock
would fly away.  Kevin came heavily, but not as much as Brian, since he had
just come in Brian's ass.  But I still couldn't hold it all.  It was a
spectacular experience, one unequalled in my life.
	When everybody had finished coming and had begun to calm down,
Kevin went into the bathroom for a hot, wet hand towel to clean everybody
up.
	"Did you like that, J," Kevin asked.
	"Oh-My-God," was all I could say.
	"Remember, there's a long, hot summer coming," Kevin said.  We all
laughed again.
	We got dressed and went to a neighborhood restaurant to get dinner.
By then I was pretty hungry, despite my double serving of cum-snack a
little while before.  We got coffee and smoked cigarettes.  I noticed both
boys used chrome Zippo lighters.  They both smoked Marlbors Reds in the
box.  I smoke those most of the time, too, but I happened to have a box of
Marlborl Lights that night that I had "borrowed" from my roommate.  I asked
them about the lighters.
	"Our dad gave them to us when we turned fifteen," Kevin said.
	"You guys were smoking then," I asked.
	"Sure," Brian said.  "Weren't you?  We'd been smoking a couple of
years, and Dad knew it."
	"Yeah, I was," I said, grinning.
	"When he gave them to us, Dad said, 'If you don't need these
already, you probably will soon.'  Kevin said, 'We need 'em, Dad.'  Dad
said, 'Well, if your gonna smoke, we might as well all smoke together.'  He
took out his pack and gave us each one and took one for himself.  We all
lit up.  We've been smoking in front of him ever since."
	"You guys and your dad have a very special relationship, don't
you," I asked.
	"Yeah.  We do," Kevin said.  "We tell him almost everything."
	"What don't you tell him," I asked.
	"Well, we don't tell him about sex.  At least not between us.  We
told him when we first got laid by a girl, though."
	"Kevin," I said, "he knows."
	Brian said, "Well, of course he knows.  He's caught us at it.  We
just don't talk about it."
	We all laughed.
	After we paid our bill, or, I should say, after Kevin paid the bill
for all of us, we went back to their house.  They wanted to work out, which
I thought was pretty strange for seven o'clock on a Saturday night after a
pretty big meal.  They wanted me to work out with them, but I was really
not in the mood.  I went into the pool house with them, though, to watch.
	The first thing they did was to take off all of their clothes.
They told me they like to work out nude so they can see all of their
muscles in the mirrors that lined the place.  They started off by
stretching, and the grace and form of their tanned, nude bodies was
stunning.  I thought I could easily fall in love with those two.
	They worked hard at their routine, helping one another, as I knew
they would.  At one point, Kevin was standing behind Brian, who was prone
on a weight bench, and Kevin's big cock was dangling almost as far down as
Brian's face.  Brian's own cock was limp and off to the side of his hip.
The picture of these two studs in that position was perfect, and I started
getting hard.
	What else started getting hard were their muscles.  I work out
enough to know that you get pumped from the extra blood that enters your
muscles from a workout, but I had never seen a workout have the effect on
anyone else it had on those two.  Before they started working out, they
looked like two really well-built kids.  Halfway through, though, they
looked like gods.  Their muscles seemed to double in size.  The pecs in
particular got large, and their nipples expanded in proportion.  I thought
about the guys at that club we were going to later and what their reactions
to those boys would be.  In-fucking-credible.
	When they did their ab work, the muscles looked like they would
burst through their skin.  The definition was superb, and their six-packs
were enough to turn anybody on.  I knew they were only eighteen, but they
had the bodies of much more mature men.
	They kept to their workout for an hour and a half, and they
finished promptly at 8:30.  They both needed showers, of course.
	"Come on, J, join us.  You need a shower, too.  And a shave," Brian
said.
	I got up and went toward the locker room portion of the pool house
with them.  I undressed, and, even though my erection had gone down, the
head of my cock was slimy with pre-cum.  Kevin took it in his hand and
rubbed his thumb all around the head.
	"Did we make you do this," he asked.  "While you were watching us
work out?"
	I must have blushed as I nodded.
	"Don't be embarrassed, man.  It's a natural reaction.  It happens
to us all the time.  Besides, it's kind of flattering, don't you think,
Huck?"
	Brian just grinned and nodded.
	I didn't know what to expect from those two hot stallions in the
shower, but I was ready for anything.  As it turned out, though, it was
just a shower.
	After we had gotten out and dried off, Kevin asked, "J, do you
think we should shave?"
	I hadn't shaved since Friday morning--well, noon--and I needed to.
I looked at Kevin's face, and, to my surprise, he had a full-faced beard.
It was very light blond, so I hadn't noticed it before, but it was every
bit as heavy as mine.
	"Yeah.  Definitely," I said.  Then, "you guys ever think of growing
beards?  It looks like you could.  I think blond beards are really hot."
	Kevin pinched one of Brian's nipples.  "See, I told you.  We have
been thinking about growing one this summer.  Brian said he didn't think
they would look all that good.  I really want to."
	"I said I would, Huck.  I'll deface myself for you, if that's what
you fucking want, you cretin."
	"It's amazing how heavy your beards are for blonds at your age," I
said, "especially since you don't have much other body hair."
	"I know," Kevin said.  "But that seems to run in our family.  We
get most of our features from our mother, apparently.  She has two brothers
who resemble us, or who we resemble, and they both are blonds with heavy
beards."
	"They have big cocks, too," Brian said.  "Our dad's cock is about
like yours."  Then he caught himself.  "Not that there's anything wrong
with yours.  It just isn't as big as ours are.  Shit, I fucked that up,
didn't I?"
	"Don't worry about it, Brian.  I'm not ashamed of my cock, but,
yes, yours are bigger.  And hornier."  We all laughed.
	We all shaved and went up to their rooms to get dressed.  I put on
blue jeans and a purple Polo shirt.  Kevin wore white 501's and a
long-sleeve Tommy Hilfigger shirt of navy blue and green, and Brian wore
rather tight olive chinos and short-sleeve, button-up maroon shirt.  I had
suggested that none of us wear socks or underwear, since we would have our
clothes off most of the evening, anyway.  They informed me they never wear
underwear except to go to the doctor.  I knew they hadn't been wearing any,
but I didn't know until then that that was their preferred way to go.
	It was nine o'clock when we left their house.  The place was pretty
far from where they lived, and the doors were only open for the party
between nine and ten.  We got there at 9:45.
	"Leave your wallets and stuff in the car," I said.  "Also, there's
probably a cover charge.  Did those guys last night tell you how much,
Kevin?"
	"Yeah.  Fifty dollars each.  Fifty-three if you smoke."
	"Why more if you smoke," Brian asked.
	"They provide cigarettes," Kevin said.  "Also, the drinks are
free."
	I laughed, and Kevin looked at me quizzically.  "They're free if
you pay fifty dollars."  He realized what he had said and laughed, too.
	We went up to the door of the place, which had once been a very
stylish mansion.  There were a couple of guys ahead of us at the door.
When it was our turn to pay, the guy at the door stopped us.
	"Whoa.  You guys here for the party," he asked.
	I had known that was coming.  He would want to see some ID, and I
was sure we'd be turned away since ours was in the car.
	"Yeah," Brian said.
	"It's fifty bucks a head.  Wait till they get a load of you two.
Guys'll be comin' without even bein' touched.  In-fucking-credible."
	Kevin started to give the guy a hundred and a fifty.
	"Oh, do any of y'all smoke?"
	"Yeah.  We all do," Kevin said.
	"Then that'll be a hundred and fifty-nine.  To pay for the smokes.
They're all over the place in there.  Help yourselves.  And the drinks are
on us, but if you want something other than beer, you gotta pay for it on
your way out.  Have fun, boys.  I'll be back there later."  He winked at
Kevin and Brian and sort of grinned at me.
	After we went in, there was another guy to direct us to the room
where we could get undressed.  He gave us baskets to put our clothes in and
stamped the number of the basket on our hands.
	"There's a pool back there," he said, "but that ink won't come off
from just swimming.  You gotta scrub it off.  Put your clothes in the
basket and bring the basket to me.  When you're ready to go, just show the
guy at that window there your number, and he'll give you your stuff.  By
the way, boys, you're the prettiest ones so far.  And it's almost time to
close the door."
	We went into the changing room, and the two guys who were ahead of
us were in there getting undressed.  They were speaking German, and they
both had military-style hair cuts.  I figured they were from a ship docked
in the Port of New Orleans, and that fact was confirmed, more or less, when
I saw that one of them had a tattoo that was strictly nautical in theme: an
anchor and a mermaid.
	"Is everybody here going to be gay," Kevin asked.
	"Probably not," I said.  "There will be the entire spectrum of
human sexuality.  At least there was at the other jerk-off party I went
to."
	"Only guys, though, right?"
	"Yes, Kevin.  Only guys."
	We got busy taking our clothes off and putting them into our
individual baskets.  When we were all buck naked, I looked at the two of
them, and my heart fluttered.  God, they were magnificent.  The workout had
pumped them up to almost twice their normal size, or so it seemed to me,
and they were gorgeous.  Their faces had the look of both innocence and
experience, and their bodies were sheer perfection.  If I had had to come
up with a single-word adjective to describe them, it would have been
"olympian," in every sense of the word.