Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 17:52:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Part 2, Chapter 3

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.  The characters have unprotected sex, as
characters safely can in fiction.  Reality, obviously, is another matter
entirely.

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 medium without
the written permission of the author.

Other works by the author in the Nifty Archive include "Unusual Christmas"
and the series Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school; "First
Mate" and "Twin Spin" in gay/incest; The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in
gay/encounters; "My First Year with Kevin" in gay/high school; and "From
Slave to Houseboy" in gay/authoritarian.

This story is a continuation of "Twin Spin," and you might find that some
of the references make more sense if you've read the first part.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

Twin Spin, Part 2

Chapter 3

	I had never seen Kevin as excited about anything as he was about
the horses.  He named his Misty, and Brian named his Midnight.  After
whatever they did when they asked us to leave so they could "feed the
horses," they rode them.  They took off on their own, and they were gone at
least two hours.  In fact, it was after six by the time they got back to
the house.  Rudy stayed to show Brian how to care for the horses after a
ride.
	Kevin was in a big rush to make his date on time.  In fact, he
called the girl to let her know he was running a little late but would be
there.
	"I wish I could spend the night with them," Kevin said, as he was
about to leave.  Brian and I were eating dinner, and Chuck had left for the
day.
	"I believe you've got another horse to ride tonight, bubba," Brian
said, affecting a cowboy accent.
	Kevin just grinned.
	"Well, guys, don't wait up for me, okay," he said.
	"Okay.  Have fun," Brian said.
	Once Kevin was gone, Brian and I had a chance to talk.
	"I believe your idea was a great success," I said.
	"Oh, he was so happy.  I got a hard-on just watching him.  And we
really had fun with our girls.  They are so great, Huck.  We already love
them, and I think they love us, too."
	"He needed the affirmation that you're still his friend, didn't
he?"
	"Yes, and he said so, in almost those exact words.  Do you know
what he wants to do tomorrow?"
	"What," I asked.
	"He wants to ride them bareback and bare-assed," Brian said.
	"Are you going to do it," I asked, knowing pretty well what the
answer would be.
	"Of course.  I asked Rudy if they could be ridden bareback, and he
said they've been ridden bareback a bunch of times already."
	"Have they ever been ridden bare-assed, though," I asked.
	Brian laughed.  "I didn't ask him that."
	"How'd you guys learn how to ride," I asked.
	"We took some lessons a few years ago.  We've done some riding
since then, but, since we didn't have horses until today, it's only been on
vacations and stuff like that.  That's how I knew Kevin would be so excited
and happy about having horses.  Do you ride?"
	"I've tried it a few times, but not really enough to say I do," I
replied.
	"Are you going to ride with us sometimes?"
	"If you guys want me to, I will."
	"What?  Get out of here, man.  If we want you to?  Of course we
want you to," Brian said.  "Would you like to have a horse of your own?"
	"Whooa, podner, that's moving kinda fast, don't you think?  Let me
see if I can even ride one before you buy me one."
	"Okay, but I want all of us to have horses so we can all ride
together."
	"Who's 'all of us,'" I asked.
	"Well, Kevin, you, Chuck, Dad, Calvin, and me.  That's our whole
family, isn't it?"
	"What about a spare for Kevin's girlfriend," I asked facetiously.
	"Oh, I forgot about her.  Her, too.  I wish he would talk more
about her.  I don't even know her name, do you?"
	"No, but it's probably somebody he met at Finch, Ink."
	"Ink?  What does that mean?  Is there an ink company, too?"
	I couldn't tell if he was serious or not, so I didn't say anything.
	"Well, is there," he demanded.
	"Brian, are you pulling my dick, or are you serious," I asked.
	"I'll pull your dick, if that's what you want me to do, but I am
serious."
	"There's no ink company.  'Ink' stands for 'Incorporated.'  The
people down there pronounce 'I-n-c' 'ink.'"
	"Jesus Christ, I should have been able to figure that out.  I'm
embarrassed."
	"No, you're not.  Ignorant dumb-fucks don't ever get embarrassed,"
I said.
	Brian's tone of voice changed radically.  "Is that how you think of
me, John?  As an ignorant dumb-fuck?"  He sounded hurt and humiliated.
	"I'm not falling for that bullshit again today, dude.  Don't try it
on me."
	"Shit.  You're no fun."
	"Neither are you.  Let's go to a movie."
	"Can we hold hands in the movie," he shot back in an instant.
	"No."
	"Can I pull your dick in the movie," Brian asked.
	"We'll see.  Let's go."

	We went to a movie that was an action-adventure type, and it was
pretty good, although I did doze a couple of times.  Coming out, we spotted
Kevin and his date.
	"There's Kevin," Brian said.
	"Where?"
	"Over there, man."  He pointed in Kevin's direction.  "Should we go
talk to him?"
	Uugghh, that was an awkward moment.  Kevin was with Louise Myers,
the girl at the receptionist desk at the Finch building.  Evidently, Kevin
had taken my remark about her being willing to spread her legs for him that
day we met her quite to heart, and evidently I had been right.
	"Maybe we should just let them be by themselves tonight, okay?"
	"Okay.  I understand."
	Well, Kevin turned around and saw us.
	"Brian," he called, from across the lobby.  He gave the classic
"come over here" gesture.
	"He's seen us," Brian said.  "We can't ignore him.  Let's go meet
his girl."
	"I've met her," I said.  "She works for Finch."
	"Finch, Incorporated or the Finch Ink Company?"
	"Shit-ass.  Let's go."
	Kevin introduced both of us to Louise.  She remembered me, but she
didn't remember my name.
	"Brian, Kevin was telling me about the horses.  You are a wonderful
human being, my friend," Louise said.
	Brian actually blushed when she said that.
	"Thanks, Louise.  They're great horses.  They're twins, too, just
like us."
	"I know.  Kevin told me.  I think that's great."
	"Louise rides horses, too, Huck.  I thought maybe she could come
out this weekend, and we could all ride together."
	"We only have two horses, Kevin, but y'all can ride."
	"Shit, man, she and I can ride Misty, and you and J can ride
Midnight.  We'll take a picnic, do a little fishing, have a joust, or just
stroll around."
	"Have a joust," Brian asked.
	"Yeah, you know, with lances and shit.  See who can kill the other
guy first.  Like the knights used to do."
	I started laughing.  Louise caught my eye, and she laughed, too.  I
really liked her.  She was a good sport.
	"Oh, good idea, Kevin.  I wish I had thought of that," Brian said.
	Louise howled, and I laughed pretty hard, too.
	"Hey, you guys want to join us.  We're going to a club for a couple
of drinks and some dancing."
	"Naw, not tonight," Brian said.  "Unlike your sorry ass, I didn't
sleep most of the day, and neither did John.  We need to get home."
	"We'd love for you to join us," Louise said.  Apparently they
taught manners in North Carolina, or wherever the hell she was from, too.
	"Thanks, Louise," I said, "but I'm exhausted.  I fell asleep twice
in the movie, and that's no lie.  Let's make it another time."
	"Okay, but it's a date," she said.
	As we were walking away, Kevin said, "Thanks, J, and thank Brian
for me, too."  I grabbed his ass and squeezed it, but nobody saw what I
did, not even Brian.  Kevin laughed.
	"That girl is fine, dude," Brian said, as soon as they were out of
earshot.
	"How would you know, you little queer," I teased.
	"See, I was one of the ones who didn't get his eyes put out for
being queer.  Don't you think she's fine?  Really?"
	"Of course.  When I met her the first time at the Finch Building, I
was impressed by her personality and charm, but I didn't realize she was
such a fucking looker."
	"You obviously were one of those queers who had his eyes put out,"
he snapped back.
	"Very funny.  I guess the way she was dressed then didn't really
show her off to her best advantage."
	"How was she dressed," Brian asked.
	"Well, in a business suit, sort of.  A woman's business suit.
Gray.  Her hair was up, too, and that really makes a difference in how she
looks."
	"Well, the boy's got him a good eye, that's for sure.  And if she's
smart and clever and vivacious and all, he's probably in love with her.
He'll want me to be his best man, of course, and you to be the flower boy."
	"Fuck you," I said.
	"When?"
	"Just as soon as I get your ass home, that's when," I said.
	"Aw raawt," he said, in his best New Orleans accent.

	The next morning I was up first.  I checked Kevin's bedroom, but
his bed hadn't been slept in.  I wasn't worried or concerned.  I figured he
had either spent the night with Louise or had stayed at the Finch Building.
He probably had done some drinking after we saw them, and I was glad he
decided to stay in town rather than drive home.
	I made coffee and took my cup out onto the patio.  I was nude again
that day.  I got the paper and glanced at it.  There wasn't much to it, for
a Friday.  I was on my second cup of coffee when Brian came down to join
me.  He had stopped for coffee, too, and he had cigarettes with him.  We
both lit up.
	"Kevin didn't come home last night," I said, after I had told him
good morning.
	"Did you check the barn," Brian asked.
	"Why?  Do you think he might be down there?"
	"I'd bet my left nut that's where he is.  Do you want to go see?"
	"Shouldn't we get dressed first," I asked.
	"Why?"
	"No reason, really.  Just a thought."  I was still getting used to
nudity as a regular part of my day.
	We walked down to the barn.  When we opened the door, we heard one
of the horses make a noise.  Brian was right.  Kevin was asleep on the
floor of the barn, right in front of the stall Misty was in.  He was fully
clothed, for a change.  Midnight, Brian's horse, was the one making noise.
She woke Kevin up.
	"Hi, guys," he said, rather more bright-eyed than I would have
expected him to be.
	"Hey, Huck," Brian said.  "Why'd you sleep down here?"
	"'Cause I wanted to.  You know what, Misty recognized me when I
came in last night.  She started making noise.  I think she knows the
difference between us, Huck."
	"Midnight started making noise when I came in here just now.  How
can they know us already?"
	"Horse sense," I interjected lamely.
	They both smiled.
	"They smell the difference between you guys," a voice from nowhere
said.  It was Rudy, and he had startled me.
	"Damn, boy, make some noise when you come in like that," I said.
	"He shits himself at the least little surprise," Brian said to
Rudy.  Rudy laughed.
	"I'm serious, though.  Horses have a very keen sense of smell, and
they can even smell the difference between twins.  Especially between one
that's got dried cum on him and one that doesn't."  Rudy grinned when he
said that.
	"You asshole," Brian said to Rudy.  "I think I actually like you."
	"No reason not to," Rudy said.  "I'm cute as I can be.  Just like
you, boy.  And this thing don't look half bad, either," Rudy said,
referring to Brian's dick.  "Is his this big, too," meaning Kevin.
	"Bigger," Kevin said.
	"He's lying.  His is exactly like mine," Brian said.
	"Well, you're lucky men," Rudy said.
	Hmmmm.  Was there chemistry working here?  I wondered.
	"One of you is gay, right?  Which one?"
	"That would be me," Brian said.  "I'm Brian from yesterday.  This
is Kevin.  He didn't go with us to your place because he was asleep."
Kevin shook hands with Rudy.
	"I was just fixing to feed 'em.  Y'all want to do it?"  Rudy's
accent was pure Appalachia.
	"Yeah, I do," Kevin said.
	"Me, too," Brian added.
	"Well, come on, boys.  Get your asses up and going," Rudy said.
"By the way, how am I supposed to tell y'all apart?  You have a tattoo, I
see," he said, meaning Brian.
	"He's got one just like it," Brian said.  "About the only
difference is he wears a nipple ring, and I obviously don't.  Anymore."
	"Well, that's great when you're bare chested, but how about
otherwise."
	"You'll just have to get to know us," Kevin said.
	"I'm going to start wearing my earring again," Brian said.  "It's
really just a stud, but that should help you and help out at school, too."
	"Now that would help.  I'm sure I'll get to know you guys and will
be able to tell you apart in other ways, but that would damn sure help,
Brian.  Come on, guys."
	Brian and Kevin grinned at each other, and they followed Rudy to
where the feed was.
	"I'll meet you guys back at the house," I called out.  "I'm hungry,
but not for horse feed."
	"Okay," Kevin said.
	Back at the house I made another pot of coffee and thawed out some
Egg McMuffins we had bought a few days earlier.  I also got a coffee cake
that Chuck had bought, and I put it on the tray, too.  I got out three
clean cups, spoons, cream and sugar, and some paper napkins.  We'd have a
little morning picnic.  I glanced at the clock, and it was only eight.
	I wasn't on the patio more than ten minutes when all three
boys--Brian, Kevin, and Rudy--came trooping up.  They all took seats.
Brian wasn't the least bit self-conscious about being nude.
	"Thanks for making breakfast, J," Kevin said.  "Watching the horses
eat made me really hungry."
	"Would you like a bucket of oats instead of this stuff," I asked.
	"Very funny, asshole," Kevin said.  Then he stood up, unbuttoned
his jeans, and took his dick out.  "Would you like some cream in your
coffee?"
	Brian and I laughed our asses off.  Rudy looked a little
embarrassed.
	"Rudy, if you're going to hang with these two, be ready for
anything, any time, man.  They are completely uninhibited."
	He looked at both of them and then back at Kevin.
	"I'd like some cream, Kevin.  But could you put in directly into my
mouth instead of my coffee cup."
	Brian, Kevin, and I laughed our asses off.  That boy was clever.
That was for sure.
	"Oh, that's right," Rudy said.  "You're the straight one.  I like
my cream a little curdled."
	Well, that did it.  We all laughed, and Kevin, who was in the
middle of taking a sip of coffee, aspirated some and started choking.  I
got a little concerned, but he was fine.
	"You are too fucking much, dude," Brian said.  "That was the
funniest damn thing I've heard in a while."
	"Well, I am funny, in every sense of the word.  And so are you."
	Again, more laughter.  When Rudy laughed, I didn't notice any
missing teeth.
	"Rudy, let me ask you something, okay?  It's kind of personal, so
you don't have to answer it."
	"Six inches long, four inches in circumference."
	More laughter.  Much more.
	When we settled down, I got back to my question.
	"Yesterday, when you grinned, you seemed to have been missing some
teeth.  Today you aren't.  Did the tooth fairy visit you last night?"
	"A fairy visited me last night, but it wasn't the tooth fairy."
	Laughter.
	"I lost a couple of teeth in an accident in high school.  I have a
bridge, but sometimes I forget to put it in.  Like yesterday.  My teeth are
all good.  No cavities.  My daddy's a dentist.  I've always had very good
dental care.  He even smoothed off my teeth so I could give better
blowjobs."
	We howled.
	"Dude, you're too much, man.  You are so cute," Brian said.
	"Thankee, thankee," he said.
	"And you're so fucking country," Kevin said.  "I love it."
	"It's a fucking act, man," Rudy said.  "I'm going to be a sophomore
in the fall at Duke University.  That isn't 'country,' I can assure you.
That's one of the best universities in the country.  The nation, I should
probably say, given the pejorative connotations of 'country' around here."
	The transformation in that guy was unbelievable.  He switched from
a backwoods accent to perfect English in a heartbeat.
	"I don't know what to say, man, but I still like you as 'country.'"
That was from Kevin.
	And Rudy switched right back into it.  "Thanks, man.  I think
you're prettier than your brother.  And obviously smarter."
	"Thanks, Rudy.  I've always thought so, too," Kevin said.
	"You shit-ass.  You ain't prettier than me.  We look exactly alike.
I'm the pretty one, Rudy, and the smart one."
	"Yeah, you're pretty enough, but you didn't offer me no cream,"
Rudy said.
	We all laughed on that one.
	"So, tell us about Roy," I said.
	"Old Roy's my cousin.  Yeah, we live together, and we're both gay,
and now and then we'll do a little something to keep the home fires
burning.  I don't really live there, though.  I've lived there this summer
because my parents have been in and out, and, really, once you leave home,
it's hard to go back.  Even for a summer."
	"I know that's true," I said.  "I used to go home to New Jersey
when I was in college, but I lived with friends, too."
	"You never told us that, J," Kevin said.
	"Well, there's a lot I haven't told you guys.  You'll just have to
read the biography."
	"Is that like a book," Kevin asked.
	"It is very much like a book, Kevin.  I see you haven't been
wasting your time in school," I replied.
	"I saw it the other day," Kevin said.
	"Really?  Where?"  Rudy seemed impressed that my biography was out.
	"In a comic-book store," Kevin replied.  "Actually, it was the
comic-book section of a porn store.  The title was _John Discovers His
Pee-Pee_.  I'd never seen a comic book with photographs instead of
drawings, but it was damn sure you, J."
	I shook my head because I couldn't think of anything to say.
	"Gotcha last," Kevin said.  Without a pause, he continued, "So if
you're going to be away at college, we probably need to get a back-up man
to care for the horses."
	"I've already thought of that," Rudy said, back in Duke-ese for the
moment.
	"Who," Kevin asked.  He was obviously concerned that the horses be
well taken care of.
	"Y'all have a handyman.  A guy named Phil.  I'll teach him what
needs to be done.  It obviously isn't rocket science, if you two can do
it."
	"Bitch," Brian said.
	"Why, thank you, Mister Brian, sir."
	More laughter.
	"Another thing, you can buy a couple of automatic feeders.  That's
what we use.  They're set on timers, and they automatically deliver feed
and water at specified times.  It works like a charm.  Oh, and you're going
to need to make arrangements with the feed store to deliver feed, probably
once a week.  The delivery man puts the feed directly into the machine and
makes sure it's working right."
	"That's a good idea, guys," I said.  "Y'all don't say anything
until I get back.  I need a cup."
	"Oh, I'm sorry, John.  I didn't realize this was your cup," Rudy
said.
	"No problem," I said.  I was back in less than a minute.
	"What else do we need," Kevin asked.
	"Well, they really ought to have access to a spot outdoors to run
around in.  You've actually got one, but the fence needs some work.  I've
already talked to Phil about it, and he said he can get it done first thing
next week."
	"Thanks, man.  What a guy," Kevin said.
	Brian was watching Rudy very closely, and Rudy glanced at him more
than a few times, too.
	"So, what do you like to do, Rudy," Brian asked.
	"Well, I love horses.  I like taking care of them, training them,
and riding, of course.  I like to fish, hunt, camp, er, read, surf the
Internet.  I like to just hang out, too."
	"Are you into working out," Kevin asked.
	"No.  That bores me.  I can see y'all are, though."
	"Kevin is," Brian said immediately.  "He loves to play sports, too,
don't you, Huck?"
	"You're mocking me, Brian, and, if you don't shut up, I'm going to
knock that puny dick of yours right off."
	Brian used a baby-talk tone: "Is Kevie a wittle touchy about sports
this morning?"
	Kevin laughed.  "Yes, asshole, a wittle."
	All of us laughed at that one.
	"Do you guys fight a lot?"
	"No.  We never fight," Kevin said.
	"That's a damn lie, Kevin, and you know it.  That's just about all
we've done for the last two weeks," Brian said.  There was a touch of anger
in his voice.
	Kevin didn't respond.  He took his cigarettes out of his shirt
pocket, lit one, and tossed the pack on the table.  Brian and I both took
one.
	"God, you guys smoke," Rudy asked with obvious contempt in his
voice.
	"Yeah, so what," Kevin asked.  "Does that gross you out or
something?"
	"It's fine with me if you want to smell like a dirty ashtray," Rudy
said.  Then he took a pack of his own out of the pocket of his shorts and
lit up.
	"Asshole," Kevin said.
	"He got you last, Kevin," Brian said.
	"I know it, smartass," Kevin returned.
	Brian explained the Dozens to his new friend, and Rudy thought it
was great.
	"Can anybody play," Rudy asked.
	"Sure, if you're clever enough, and, from what I've seen of you
already this morning, you're more than clever enough," Brian replied.
	"I'm going to go check the horses," Kevin said.  He got up and
walked toward the barn.
	"Is your brother pissed off," Rudy asked.
	"Kevin's been going through a very rough period in his life,
lately.  He's not pissed off at you or me or anybody in particular," Brian
said.  "He's just pissed off in general."
	"Did he just get dumped or something," Rudy asked.
	"It's kind of a long story," I said, "but, yeah, he thinks he did.
He really didn't, but he thinks God dumped him."
	"Whooa," Rudy said.
	"To put it succinctly, Rudy, Kevin wants to be gay, but he isn't,"
Brian said.
	"Why would anybody *want* to be gay?"
	"Because I am and John is and Chuck is and Calvin is.  Our dad's
not gay, but everybody else in Kevin's life is gay but him and Dad."
	"I think I'm missing some steps, here, dude.  Can you slow this
down a little," Rudy asked.
	Brian gave a kind of thumbnail sketch of the situation, and Rudy
seemed to understand it.
	"So this is really like 'identity crisis' time for him, I guess,"
Rudy said.
	"Exactly," I said.  "And the sports thing is all part of it.  Kevin
loves to exercise and to play any sport that's available.  Up until
yesterday, he thought Brian shared his fondness for sports and exercise,
but Brian finally came clean to Kevin on that point.  Kevin felt like shit
because for eighteen years he's been forcing Brian to play sports, and
Brian's been doing it because he wanted to be Kevin as much as Kevin wanted
to be him."
	"St. Sigmund, pray for us," Rudy said.
	"What," Brian asked.
	"St. Sigmund.  Sigmund Freud."
	"Oh, shit.  That went right over my head," Brian said.
	"Is this when I say 'gotcha last'" Rudy asked.
	"No, it's only when you do some verbal dueling and you win.  Then
you say 'gotcha last,'" Brian explained.
	"Oh, okay.  You just missed my allusion.  I see."  That Rudy was a
smart one, that's for sure.
	"Rudy, you just said something that has gotten me thinking.  I
wonder if Kevin would benefit from seeing a counselor.  A therapist," I
said.
	"He might, Huck.  I have really piled some shit on his head, and
I'm sure he's confused about it all.  Do you remember what Chuck said right
before lunch yesterday," Brian asked.
	"Something about it was good to let him sleep because he had a lot
of emotions to dream through, or something like that," I answered.
	"And that wet dream he had yesterday afternoon?  Kevin hasn't had a
fucking wet dream in his life, that I know of.  I've slept naked with him
nearly every night of our lives, and he would have told me about it if he
had had one when we didn't sleep together."
	"So, have you guys been like...," and Rudy did the finger in the
circle of fingers to indicate fucking.
	"Yeah.  For years.  Since we were around eleven," Brian said.
	"Ohhhhhh, shit," Rudy said.  "And now it's all over between you
two?"
	"Not entirely, but there's been a steady decline in interest in it
for the last year and a half.  We'd go for two or three weeks without doing
anything because he wasn't interested," Brian said.
	"I thought you said you guys had tapered down to two or three times
a week," I said.
	"I know I told you that, but those were good weeks.  One time we
went for almost two months without having sex with each other," Brian said.
	"Were you seeing somebody," Rudy asked.
	"Well, for a while we both had girlfriends we were fucking, but I
didn't find that satisfying at all.  I was only doing it because he was.
When his girlfriend broke up with him, I immediately ended it with mine.
Neither she nor I was upset, but Kevin was devastated, of course."
	"I'm learning new stuff here, Brian.  You've never said some of
this in all the times we've talked."
	"I know, John.  And I felt kind of guilty about holding back,
but..."
	"You don't have to explain, man.  That's very personal shit, and
you told me what you wanted me to know.  You told me what I had to know to
try to help Kevin."  Once again, I was in counselor mode, without the first
hour of training.
	I thought for a few minutes.  Where the hell is Chuck, I wondered.
Goddamn it, I needed him.  I thought Rudy was right on target about
therapy.
	"Did I understand you to say he had a wet dream yesterday," Rudy
asked.  "How do you know?  Did he tell you?"
	"No, he didn't tell us.  We saw it happen.  And then, still half
asleep, we saw him jerk off, too," I said.
	"'Psychopathology in Everday Living,'" Rudy said.
	We explained how it happened, and he understood that we might be
gay, but we weren't peeping Toms.
	"Brian, I think somebody needs to go check on him," I said.  "He's
been gone a long time."
	"You're right, John.  Let's go, Rudy.  Oh, and Rudy, please don't
mention anything we've talked about this morning.  Kevin would be so
completely humiliated if he knew you knew, he'd die."
	"Or commit suicide," Rudy asked.
	"Holy fucking shit," I said.
	"What, J," Brian demanded.
	"It's nothing.  Go see about your brother."
	Brian and Rudy took off down to the barn.  All of a sudden, Rudy's
words hit me in the chest like a loose log in a violent current.  You hear
stories every day about adolescent boys killing themselves because they're
gay and are outed by somebody.  Could the reverse be true?  Could a boy off
himself because he was finally forced to accept that fact that he *wasn't*
gay?  I had to think it could happen.
	Dear Jesus, I prayed, please help Kevin and the rest of us get
through this thing.  You made Brian and Kevin alike in almost every way.
Please don't let this difference between them you've given them cause Kevin
to hurt himself.

	In five minutes, Brian and Rudy were back.
	"Where's Kevin," I demanded.  I'm sure my tone of voice reflected
the urgency of the thoughts I had been having.
	"He wasn't there, John.  His clothes were there, but he and Misty
were gone.  He left this note."
	"Let me see it, Brian.  Now."  I raised my voice, and I know Brian
was taken aback.  I read the note.

	If you assholes want to hang around the corral all day, chewing on
Egg McMuffins and getting fat cause y'all ain't getting no exercise, do it
dudes.  Me and my hoss Misty are going out for some fun.  Y'all catch us if
you can.  Kowboy Kevin

P.S.  Rudy, why do they shit so much?
KK

	I was so relieved when I read the note, I laughed.  Brian and Rudy
laughed, too.
	"You were really worried, weren't you, J," Brian asked.
	"Oh, man.  Right after you guys left, what Rudy said hit home to
me.  Every day you hear about gay adolescents killing themselves because
somebody found out they were gay.  It occurred to me that maybe a straight
boy would do the same thing because he was forced to accept the fact that
he *wasn't* gay.  When you said he left a note, the only thing I could
think was 'suicide note.'  By the way, Brian, I apologize for raising my
voice just now."
	"Yeah, you better apologize, dude.  You apologize for loving my
brother and me and for caring about us.  You apologize for supporting me
and him 500%.  You apologize for being our fucking brother."  Brian turned
away and started crying.
	I was just not ready for that.  He was right.  I did love them.  I
did support them.  I was their brother.
	"Brian, man, I don't know what to say," I said.
	"How about 'you got me last,'" Rudy said in his most country drawl.
	"You little fucking shit."
	I ran at Brian and tackled him.  Then I picked him up, hauled his
ass to the pool, and threw him in.  When he came up, he was laughing his
ass off.  He hadn't been crying for even a second.  Jesus, help me with
these two, please.  I'm a kid myself.  Help me, Jesus.
	He got out of the water and ran up to me.  Soaking wet, he embraced
me.
	"I love you, John.  I really do."
	"Get your sorry wet ass off me, you little shit."  Then I grinned
at him and pushed him in the pool again.  At that point, I turned on my
heels and walked into the house.  "And clean up this breakfast shit.  There
aren't any servants here."
	He and Rudy screamed with laughter.