Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 00:05:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, 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.  This story is being posted to the
Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers.  It may not be posted or
distributed by any other media without the written permission of its
author.

My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate in gay/incest, The
Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy
in gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

Twin Spin

Chapter 3

	We turned in our baskets, and the mouth of the guy at the counter
dropped noticably when they turned theirs in.  We followed his directions
through doors that led to the main area.  When we went through the doors, I
thought I heard a gasp run through the crowd.  Everybody in the room was
naked, and everybody turned to look at us.  Kevin and Brian both turned to
look at me, and they both had big grins on their faces.
	We walked over to the bar and got beers.  There were tables in the
room, but everybody seemed to be standing around talking.
	"What do you guys want to do," I asked.  "Do you want to stay in
here or go outside?"
	"Let's go outside," Brian said.
	So we did.  Outside there were more tables around the pool, and
there was what seemed to be a volleyball court and a rather expansive lawn
that swept down to Lake Pontchartrain.  There were guys all over the place,
a lot more than I had expected.  There was another bar set up out there,
and there was a small stage for the band that would appear later.
	In about thirty seconds, two guys walked over to us and introduced
themselves.  They were Tim and Jason.
	"So, where you guys been all my life," Tim asked.  He put his hand
on Brian's hip, and I could see Brian liked it.
	"Here and there, I guess," Brian said.  We all chuckled politely.
	"What about you," Jason asked Kevin.
	"Well, I've been pretty much to the same places he has."  Jason
picked up Kevin's cock and hefted it.
	"You guys are really hung, aren't you," he asked.
	He didn't let Kevin's cock go, and I could tell it was starting to
get hard.  Kevin put his hand on Jason's shoulder, and Jason started
kneeding Kevin.  I figured that must be the signal: if a guy touches you
and you touch him back, you're willing.  I was sure Kevin didn't know that,
but I was also sure he was willing.  Meanwhile, Tim had started tweaking
Brian's right nipple, and it was turning Brian on.  He hadn't touched him
back yet, though.
	"Hey, Tim," I said.
	"Yeah?"  He didn't look at me because to do so he would have had to
take his eyes off Brian, and that wasn't going to happen.
	"We've never been here before, and . . . ."
	"I know you haven't."
	"And I was wondering about the etiquette.  The last place like this
I was in, if a guy touched you and you touched him back, that meant you
were willing.  Does it work that way here?"
	"That's exactly how it works," Tim said.
	Brian got the hint and started working one of Tim's nipples in
response.
	"Thanks, er, Jay, is it," Tim said.
	"J or John.  Either one.  And you're welcome."
	Tim took Brian's cock into his hand and started rubbing it.  Brian
did the same to Tim.  On the other side of me, Jason had Kevin around the
waist, and they were kissing.  Both their cocks were hard, and they were
pressing up against one another.  Kevin started thrusting into Jason's
body, and Jason responded in kind.  Kevin put one leg between Jason's legs
and started giving Jason's balls some attention that way.  All the guys
were holding drinks, so I started taking them from them and putting them on
a nearby table.  The next time I looked, Tim had both his and Brian's cocks
in both fists, and he was stroking them together.  Brian leaned up onto him
and started licking his ear.  Guys all over the patio were watching
intently, and everyone I looked at had a hard-on, including me.
	About that time, a good-looking, clean-cut guy with a tattoo on his
left bicep came up to me and started rubbing my ass.  I turned to him with
a grin and took hold of his cock.  He took mine in hand, and we slowly
jerked each other off.  I got up really close to him and kissed him.  He
responded with a full tongue.  Then he started tonguing one of my nipples,
and, in a few minutes, we both came.  Before I could completely recover,
the men at the tables and in other standing groups applauded.  I figured
that meant the twins had come.
	In a minute, Tim handed out Wet Ones to everybody to wipe the cum
off.
	I heard Tim say to Brian, "Come on.  I want you to meet some
people."  They went off together.  Kevin and Jason walked away, too,
leaving me with the guy who had jerked me off but whose name I didn't know.
	"I guess it's time for introductions," I said.  "Hi.  I'm John."  I
extended my hand for him to shake.
	"Hi, John.  I'm Mike.  Are you from around here?"
	"Now I am, I guess.  I'm from New Jersey, originally.  What about
you?"
	"Michigan," he said.  "I'm here on vacation.  Well, it's kind of a
working vacation.  I'm checking out a job possibility."
	"What kind of job is it," I asked.
	"Endrocrinology.  I'm a doctor.  I'll finish my residency at the
end of June, and there's a group of doctors here who are interested in me.
I think I'm interested in them, too."
	"Let's walk around and see what's going on," I said.  I picked up
the last beer that was on the table, and I discovered it was pretty warm.
	"Let me buy you a drink," I said.
	"Sounds good.  But let me buy."  We both laughed.
	We both got beers and started walking.

	Mike and I ended up spending the whole evening together.  He was a
fascinating guy and told me all about his life in Michigan and his school
career.  His chief hobby was photography, and he had published a book of
his pictures.  I told him about my impending graduation and about moving to
North Carolina.  It turned out he had a job prospect in Asheville, but he
wasn't leaning in that direction.
	When I asked him how he had found the club that night, he said he
had read about it on the Internet.  I asked if he were gay, and he said he
wasn't sure.  He really liked sex with both men and women.  He had been
engaged to another doctor, but she had broken it off about six months
before.
	The evening rather sped by, and Mike and I joined in with a few
other guys to get our rocks off a couple more times.  I kept trying to keep
an eye on my boys, but they seemed to be everywhere.  They were never
together--or rarely--and they were truly the hit of the party.
	After we had been there abour four hours, I started getting bored
with the whole scene.
	"Mike, it's been great talking with you tonight, and, er, you
know," I said.
	He grinned at me.
	"Yeah.  It has for me, too."
	"I've got to see if my friends are ready to go."
	"Those two are utterly magnificent," he said.  "Are they gay?"
	"Not any more than you and I are.  They both have had long-term
girlfriends, and they both make it with women every chance they get."
	"I guess they're like me.  Sex is sex.  Boy, girl--who cares," Mike
said.  "Well, if you're leaving, I guess I will, too.  It has been fun."
	"Do you have a car," I asked.
	"No.  I came in a taxi."
	"If they're ready to go, why don't you let us drive you to your
hotel?"
	"That's awfully nice of you, but . . . ."
	"Don't be silly.  Those two are going to be wired anyway.  They
won't be ready to call it a night, even if they are ready to go.  Let me go
ask them."
	I walked over to where one of the twins was sitting talking to some
guys.  It turned out to be Kevin.
	"Hi," I said.  "Are you about ready to call it quits here?"
	"Yeah," he said.  "My dick is sore."  The guys at the table
laughed.
	"Get Brian," I said, "and meet me inside.  I want to take a
shower."
	I went back to Mike and told him they were ready to go.  We went
inside and into the shower room.  Kevin and Brian came in seconds later,
and they remembered Mike.
	"Guys, I told Mike we could give him a ride back to his hotel.  Is
that all right with you?"
	"Sure," Brian said.
	Kevin said, "Cool."
	After we got dressed and into the car, with Kevin driving, I asked
how they had enjoyed the evening.
	"It was fucking fantastic," Brian said.  "Kevin, how many times did
you come?"
	"Seventeen," he said.
	"I knew it.  I fucking knew it.  Me, too.  Exactly seventeen times.
After about the first ten or eleven times, though, I was shooting air."
	"Me, too," Kevin said.  "I'm gonna ask Dad if we can make an
appointment with Dr. Klein to find out what's wrong with us."
	Mike started laughing, and I chuckled.
	"Okay, you guys.  What's funny," Brian asked.
	"You came seventeen times in four hours?  And you're worried about
not being able to produce ejaculate?  What do you guys think, you have an
endless supply?"
	"Yeah," they both said together.
	"Guys," I said.  "Mike's a doctor."
	"Great.  Will you check us out," Kevin asked.
	"I'd love to check you out," Mike said, still laughing, "but
there's nothing wrong with you.  The prostate gland makes cum, or most of
it, anyway, and it can only make so much in a few hours.  You guys just
shot it all.  Your prostates were empty.  I know.  I'm a gland specialist."
	"Jesus, that's good news," Kevin said.
	Mike and I laughed again.
	About six blocks away from the club, we passed an ice cream place.
I knew what was coming next as soon as I saw the sign.
	"Kevin, pull in," Brian said.  "Ice cream."
	Kevin started pulling into the parking lot for the ice cream place.
"You guys mind if we stop," he asked Mike and me.
	"No, that's great," I said.
	"Fine with me," Mike said.
	We went in, and we all ordered ice cream.  The boys ordered huge
sundaes, and Mike and I each ordered something considerably smaller.  After
we ate, I lit a cigarette.  Mike looked at me in a strange sort of way and
said,
	"As a doctor, I ought to give you a lecture about the dangers of
smoking.  Instead, I'm just going to bum one from you, if I may."
	"Of course, doc," I said.  We all laughed.  Kevin and Brian lit up,
too, and we sat there smoking.
	We took Mike to his hotel, and he invited us up for a drink.  We
declined, saying it was late.  Kevin gave him their phone number and said
to call the next day.  We went home, then, and all three of us got into
their father's bed, naked, as usual.

	We slept until nine the next morning.  The boys weren't erect when
they work up, and I had only a partial erection.  We all went downstairs
and out onto the patio nude.  I made a pot of coffee, and then I went and
got more sausage biscuits for our breakfast.
	Kevin and Brian were swimming when I got back.  They were on lap
twenty, so I waited for them to finish to eat.  They both ate their usual
giant breakfasts.
	"So you guys had a good time last night," I said.
	"Yeah, J.  Thanks for taking us," Brian said.
	"Yeah, thanks, J.  My cock is a little sore this morning.  Is
yours, Brian," Kevin asked.
	"Yeah.  A little.  I noticed none of us were hard this morning.
That's probably a first for us.  You think we might have hurt ourselves
last night?"  Brian sounded a little concerned.
	"I don't think you can use up your sexual energy, Brian," I said.
"You'll be hard before the day is out, I predict."
	Brian started playing with his cock and rubbing and pinching one of
his nipples.
	"I don't know, J.  Nothing's happening," he said, the concern
growing in his voice.
	"Let me help you," Kevin said.  He hunkered down in front of Brian
and started sucking his cock.
	"Ohhh, that feels good, Huck," Brian said.  "Oh, yeah.  Ohhh."
	Kevin used his hand on his own equipment, and pretty soon he and
Brian were both sporting their usual gigantic boners.  I responded to the
visual stimulation with a boner of my own.
	Brian spoke: "Kevin, I'm hard.  I'm okay."
	Kevin pulled away from Brian.  "I'm okay, too.  You want to see if
we can spooge?"
	"Let's wait a while," Brian said.  Kevin got up and joined us in
the chairs around the table.
	"J's hard, too," Kevin said.  "We're all okay."
	We sat around the table with hard dicks.  I felt a little silly,
but Kevin and Brian attacked two of the three copies of the Sunday paper I
had brought in from the street when I got the breakfast food.  Brian
explained that they were expected to read the newspaper every day by their
school and that they were subject to "paper quizzes" in any class in any
subject on the contents of the day's paper.  That was another thing they
had to do every morning before school.  Sunday was a particularly big day
for that kind of reading, and both of them devoured the newspaper.
	In a little while, my hard-on went down, as I knew it would.  The
kids kept fooling with theirs, though, so they stayed at full mast.
Finally, after thirty minutes of watching them periodically stroke
themselves, I asked them about what they were doing.
	"We just like being hard," Kevin said.  "It gives us an edge.  When
you're hard, you pay attention better to what you're reading, I think.  Not
only that, it feels good."
	"Are you guys going to stay hard all day," I asked, naively.
	"If we can," Brian said.  "We do this all the time.  We'll come in
an hour or so.  And it'll be pretty spectacular--that is, if we still can
come, after last night."
	I laughed.  "Of course, you can still come.  You just overdid it
last night.  It would be like swimming sixty laps instead of thirty.  You
could still swim.  It might take you a day or so to recover, that's all."
	"Pump up, J," Kevin said.  "Don't you want to come with us?"
	I want to come in you, I thought.  But I didn't say anything.
Kevin got up and started pumping my cock.  It got hard pretty quickly.
Every now and then, when I thought they weren't looking, I'd stroke myself
to stay hard.  They did it quite openly, but I was still new to them and
felt that I needed a little privacy to jerk myself.
	We all read the paper for about an hour.  They read every section,
but I focused mainly on the magazine supplement and the book review
section.  About thirty minutes later, Kevin said, "J, I think you're ready
to poke me.  And I'm damn sure ready to be poked."
	"What do you mean," I said.
	"I want you to fuck me.  Can you do it?"
	I got up and took Kevin by the hand.  I led him to the grass beside
the patio and made him get on his back.
	"God, I love to be fucked face up," he said.
	"Good, Kevin, cause you're gonna be," I said.
	I got between his legs and positioned my cock to enter his ass.  He
held his legs up, and his asshole stared at me, big and loose.  I entered
him without any trouble, and Kevin responded with pure pleasure.  There was
no pain.  Ah, I thought, the benefits of an experienced asshole.
	Brian came over to watch.  He played with my nipples and stimulated
me beyond endurance.  He put one of his hands on my ass and pressed me into
Kevin.  I'm afraid I came quicker than Kevin might have wanted.
	"That's okay, man," he said.  "Stay in me and do it again.  I want
to come."
	I was still hard, so I stayed where I was.  I started fucking him
again, and I lasted much longer that time.  In ten minutes or so, Kevin
said he was about to come.  His ass contracted, and that forced me over the
edge.  We came at the same time, and it was one of the memorable orgasms of
my life.
	"That was good for you, wasn't it," Kevin asked.
	"Yes," I gasped.  "Very good.  Was it good for you?"
	"The best," he said, although I knew it probably wasn't true.
	I stayed in Kevin for a few minutes, and then we separated.  I
rolled over on my back to recover.  In a minute, Brian was on me.
	"I want you to fuck me, too, J.  Please."
	"Let him rest for a few minutes," Kevin said.  "He came really
hard, and he's got to rest."
	Brian let me rest for about ten minutes, and then he started
licking me and sucking my cock.  To my surprise, I got hard again under his
ministrations.  Brian took the same position Kevin had, and I entered him
without difficulty.  Brian and Kevin felt exactly the same: I thought one
or other of them would be tighter, but they weren't.  I was on my knees
fucking Brian, and Kevin got underneath me.  He started licking my balls
and asshole, and that speeded me up.  He also licked Brians balls, and I'm
sure that accelerated him, too.  It took me a while to come, but it
couldn't have been more than ten minutes.  When I came, Brian did, too, and
it was quite a grand arrival.
	"Wow, J," Brian said.  "That was really good.  Now you're part of
both of us."
	We rested for a long while on the grass.  The sun wasn't yet the
inferno it would become in a few weeks, and it felt good to have the
early-May breeze blow over us.  I dozed a little, but I never went to
sleep.
	The portable phone they had brought out onto the patio rang around
noon.  Kevin got up to answer it.
	"Hello," he said.
	Then, "Hi, Mike. [pause] Yeah, he's here.  J, it's Mike.  He wants
to talk to you."
	I got up from the grass and ambled over to the phone.
	"Hi," I said.
	"Hi, John," he said.  "Those two wearing you out?"
	"Just about," I said.  "What's up?"
	"Nothing.  I was wondering if I could see you."
	"Er, yeah.  Hold on a minute."  I cupped the mouthpiece of the
phone and talked to the twins.  "Mike wants to see me.  Is it okay if I ask
him over?"
	"Fuck, yeah," they chimed as one.  "Tell him to come over," Kevin
said.  "Or we could go get him."
	"Mike," I said into the phone.  "Why don't you come over.  We all
want to see you.  In fact, Kevin offered to go pick you up."
	"That's kind, but I'll get there faster if I take a taxi," Mike
said.  "What's the address?"
	"What's the address here, guys?"
	Kevin told me.  "And tell Mike to have the taxi driver ring the
bell at the gate so we can buzz him in."
	I told Mike what Kevin had said.
	"I'll be there as soon as I can," he said.  We said goodbye and
hung up.
	The boys were still lying on the grass.  I put down the phone and
walked out to where they were.
	"You guys don't mind if Mike comes over, I hope," I said.
	"Hell, no," they said in unison.  "We like Mike," Brian said.
"Yeah," Kevin offered.
	Then Kevin said, "You like him, too, don't you?"
	I thought for a moment.  I hadn't really given it any consideration
until then, but Kevin was right.  I did like Mike.  I liked him a lot.
	After a long pause, I said, "Yeah.  I do.  I do like him."
	Kevin started singing the "Summer Love" song from _Grease_, and I
dove at him and started tickling him.  In a minute Brian joined in on my
side, and before long we were chasing each other around the garden, dicks
flapping.  We rough-housed like that for a while, and then we all collapsed
into the grass.  Before long I wanted a cigarette, so I got up and went to
the table to get one.  Kevin and Brian joined me, and we slumped into the
chairs to smoke.
	A few minutes after we finished our cigarettes, a buzzer went off.
Kevin got up to see about it, and he pressed a series of buttons on a panel
that was on the side of the pool house.
	"Mike's here," he said to me.
	My first impulse was to panic.  I was naked, after all, and a guy I
really liked was driving up the driveway in a taxi.  Kevin got up and
walked over to the tall hedge that separated the pool and patio from the
rest of the property.  "Mike," he called.  "Over here."  I heard the taxi
drive through the circular driveway that was in the front of the house, and
I heard Mike walking up the path to the patio.
	"Hi, Mike," Kevin said. "Come on in."  He extended his hand, and
they shook.
	"Hi," Mike said.  Brian and I greeted him.  "So what have you guys
been up to.  Or dare I ask?"
	We all chuckled.  Kevin said, "J's been fuckin' us."  I'm sure I
blushed, but Mike just laughed.
	Mike was dressed, of course, and he had on khakis and a long-sleeve
white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.  I noticed he
had a pack of Marlboros in his chest pocket.
	"I brought a bathing suit, but it doesn't look like I'll need it,"
he said.
	"Not here, you won't," I said.
	Kevin disappeared into the pool house and came back with four
ice-cold beers.  We sat down around the table, and all four of us lit up.
	"This is a beautiful place you have here, John," Mike said.  "Is it
yours or your parents'?"
	"Neither.  It's these guys' home," I replied.
	Mike didn't pursue that line of conversation any further.  We made
small talk for a while, then Mike said he was hot sitting in the sun.  He
got up and took off his clothes.
	"Wow," Kevin said.  "He has a tattoo.  I didn't see that last
night.  It's cool."  There was obvious admiration in his voice.
	"Thanks," Mike said.
	"When'd you get it," Kevin asked.
	"Well, that's kind of a story.  It's the symbol for medicine, and I
got it on the night I got accepted to medical school.  Three friends of
mine took me out to celebrate, and we all got shit-faced drunk.  I ended up
getting screwed, blewed, and tattooed.  But not in that order."
	"What does blewed mean," Brian asked.
	"It means he got a blow job," Kevin said.
	"Oh.  Okay.  I see.  Cool."
	"Brian and I really like tattoos," Kevin said.  "We'll probably get
them.  In fact, I wish we each had one now."
	"Well, if I were you," Mike said, "I'd get skin dyes instead of
permanent tattoos."
	"Why," Kevin asked.
	"Because they can be removed.  It takes a medical procedure to do
it, but it's painless and not very expensive.  Skin dye was developed by a
dermatologist here in New Orleans for use with cancer patients.  They used
to have to tattoo spots where radiation was applied so they'd always get it
in the right place.  Now they use skin dye, and it comes off.  They don't
fade like regular tattoos, either."
	I was as surprised and interested in that as the boys were.
	"Where do you get them," Kevin asked.
	"I don't know.  You could call around to some tattoo shops.  They
do the work.  There's still artistry involved."  Mike seemed more
knowledgable on that subject than I would have expected him to be.
	Brian got up and went inside.
	"Where's he going," I asked Kevin.
	"Probably to get a phone book."
	Sure enough, Brian came back with the Yellow Pages.  I told Mike
about the little experiment I had been conducting on those two.
	Brian opened the book to "tattoo," and there was a quarter page ad
for a place in the French Quarter that included skin dying as one of the
services of the shop.  They looked at each other in a way that made me
think it wouldn't be long before they sported ink.  I was a little worried
about that happening on my watch.
	"What's your dad going to say if he comes home and you two are
tattooed," I asked.
	"We told you yesterday, I thought," Brian said.  "We've talked
about it with him, and he said he didn't mind as long as it wasn't anything
obscene and that we could cover it with the sleeve of a short-sleeve shirt.
He's cool with it."
	"Huck, listen to this.  It also says they do piercings, including
nipple and genital piercings.  Let's get pierced."  Brian was very
enthusiastic, so, of course, Kevin warmed to the idea as well.
	"I don't think I want my dick pierced," Kevin said.
	"Not our dicks, dummy.  Our nipples.  I've seen pictures of guys
with little nipple rings, and they look really cool."
	"I'd stay away from any genital piercing, if I were you," Mike
said.  "For medical reasons."
	"Like what," Brian asked.
	"Like infection.  And pain."
	"What about nipples," Kevin asked.
	"There doesn't seem to be nearly the danger of infection with
nipples and navels," Mike said.  "The problem with both of those is they
tend to grow out.  Mine did."
	"You had your nipple pierced," I asked.
	"Twice," he said.  "It grew out in about a year both times."
	"What's it feel like having a ring in," Brian asked.
	"Do you guys have sensitive nipples?  Sexually sensitive, I mean,"
he said.
	"Yeah," they answered together.
	"Well, it about doubles the sensitivity.  When mine were in, if I
had a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of a tee-shirt, I was hard or
half-hard all the time," Mike said.
	"Cool," they said in unison.
	"I'm gettin' one," Kevin said.
	"Me, too," Brian agreed.
	I was beginning to think I might have to look into that, too.
	Kevin had started unconsciously playing with his right nipple, and
I noticed his cock start to get hard.
	Brian changed the subject.  "It's about one o'clock, and my
breakfast has worn off.  Let's eat some lunch."  He and Kevin got up and
went inside.  I figured they were going to order pizza or something.
	"What's the story on these two," Mike asked me.
	I told him who they were and what I was doing there.
	"How the hell old are they," he asked.
	When I told him, he said, "Jesus Christ, I thought they were in
their mid-twenties.  Shit, they look like fucking gods.  Something right
off Mount Olympus."
	"I know.  Aren't they incredible?"
	"I guess they didn't check ID's last night at the club," he said.
	"No.  Not for them.  Besides, they both have fake ID's that say
they're twenty-two."
	"What will their father say if he finds out that you took them to a
jerk-off party at a gay club?"
	"Nothing, I hope.  He told me they like to go out to clubs and that
one reason he wanted somebody my age was so I could go with them.  I assume
it's cool with him.  Plus, I really don't think they would have gone if
they thought it would piss him off."  I told him about their reaction to my
gentle reprimand when Kevin went to get breakfast in the nude.
	Mike laughed at the stunt.  "Those two are pretty precocious, it
seems.  Sexually, I mean."
	"God, yes.  And quite experienced.  They take each other's cocks up
their asses without a whimper.  They're naive in a lot of ways, too,
though."
	"Are they strictly into guys?"
	"Apparently not.  They've both had serious girlfriends, and they've
made it with several girls."
	"And what about you?  You ever do girls?"
	I gave Mike a brief outline of my sexual history, and he smiled
knowingly.
	"You know, I bet there are a hell of a lot more people like us then
we know about," he said.  "I bet most people have had same-sex experience,
even if they've surpressed it deep into their subconsciouses.  Shit, I
think any guy who has a brother near his age has done it with him, at least
once.  I don't mean butt-fucking, necessarily, but mutual jerk-offs and
that kind of thing."
	"I couldn't agree more," I said.  "Another thing, I think most
male-female porno is aimed at the gay side of every man.  How else do you
explain all the cock you see in them, including the cum shots?"
	"I think you're right."
	In a second the back door opened, and Kevin and Brian returned
bearing lunch.  They had made about a dozen hotdogs on buns, and they had
the full complement of chili, mustard, ketchup, chopped onions, relish,
etc.  They also had fresh beers.  They put the food on the table and sat
down.
	"Dig in, boys," Brian said.
	For some reason, hotdogs were just right for that situation.  They
had done a nice job making the trays look nice, and the food really hit the
spot.  Mike and I each ate two, and Brian and Kevin each ate four.
	"The food's delicious, guys," Mike said.  "Is there any symbolism
we should try to interpret?"
	The boys looked at each other and cracked up.
	"What's so funny," I asked.
	They both started talking together, finishing sentences for each
other.  "Kevin said y'all might think we were being suggestive.  I said you
wouldn't, but he was right."
	We all smoked cigarettes after we ate.  I was comfortably full but
not bloated.
	Brian said, "I took out some steaks for dinner.  I know y'all don't
want to talk about that now, but I just want you to know we're planning on
cooking.  Can you cook, J?"
	"I can make a few simple meals," I said.  "I've never really had to
cook, though, so I don't really know how to do much."
	"Chuck showed us how to cook," Kevin said.
	Mike asked who Chuck was, and Kevin told him.
	Right about then Kevin let loose a tremendous fart.  It was a real
trumpet call, the kind nobody could ignore.
	Brian got a very angry look on his face and reached over and
punched his brother hard on the arm.
	"Jesus Christ, Kevin.  That's so fuckin' rude.  How many times has
Dad told us about that?  Huh?  He would really be disappointed."
	"I'm sorry," Kevin said.  He hung his head in what appeared to be
real shame.  When he finally looked up, there were tears in his eyes.  "I'm
sorry, Huck.  I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.  J and Mike, please forgive
me."
	Mike spoke up first.  "Kevin, it's no big thing.  I do it all the
time.  Forget about it."  Then he looked at me and mouthed "you're right."
	There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.  Then Mike asked if
they happen to have any sunscreen he could use.  I noticed my own skin was
beginning to burn, and I thought I probably ought to use some, too.
	Kevin got up and brought back two bottles of Coppertone.  "Can we
put it on you," he asked.
	I was wondering how they were going to get us going sexually, and
that was probably the way.
	"Would you, please," Mike asked.
	"Sure," Kevin said.  He flipped a bottle to Brian.  Then he took
Mike by the arm and led him off to the grass.  "It's better over here," he
said.  "Easier to get it all over you if you're lying down."
	Brian said for me to come, too, and I followed willingly.
	Brian situated me on the embankment that the pool caused so that I
was able to see Kevin and Mike, who were on the flat part of the lawn below
us.  Then they had us flip onto our stomachs so they could get our backs
done first.  Brian splashed on a generous amount on my back and shoulders
and straddled my body to rub it in.  I could feel his cock rubbing on my
back as he leaned forward to massage my neck and shoulders.  The stuff
smelled pretty good, but the massage itself was terrific.  He didn't simply
rub it all over.  He rubbed it in, and he soothed my muscles in the
process.
	I heard Mike kind of moan.  Then Kevin said Mike's muscles were
really tight, like he was under some kind of stress.  Mike said he was
pretty stressed about the job thing tomorrow and that he really needed a
massage.  Kevin said he'd take care of him.
	Meanwhile, Brian moved from my shoulders and upper back to my lower
back and buttocks.  He gave my ass plenty of attention, and he even reached
into my crack to make sure it had plenty of sunscreen, as well.  Yeah,
sure.  He moved down to my asshole and stuck a finger in.  I said "hey,"
and he said, "sorry."  I laughed, and he laughed.
	Brian had moved himself down below my butt, but then he got back
into the position he had been in before, only facing my feet that time, to
do my legs.  That time when he leaned forward, his cock was on my ass,
resting on the upper edge of my crack.  That had an altogether different
effect on me, and I started getting hard.  My dick was between the ground
and my thigh, and the effect of his rocking back and forth really started
turning me on.  I glanced down at Kevin and Mike, and Kevin was doing
exactly the same thing to him.  Mike squirmed a little, so I suspected he
was having the same reaction.
	Once my back was done, Brian turned me over and started working my
front.  He very gently did up my face, including my ears, which I usually
ignore and suffer for later.  Then he moved to my neck and upper chest.
When he started on my pectoral area, he used the flat of his palm to rub
the stuff onto my nipples.  He used just the right amount of pressure to
set off the rocket between my legs, and I got fully hard in a few seconds.
The feeling was terrific.  He scooted down my torso, and his butt touched
my hard-on.  He didn't say anything.  Instead, he got it under him somehow,
and he rocked up and down on it.  Meanwhile, he was dragging his cock
across my stomach under my navel, and, for some reason, that hightened the
stimulation.
	By then I could keep my eye on Kevin and Mike all the time, and
Kevin was doing the same thing to Mike.  Mike had a large boner of his own.
	Brian took my cock into his fist to apply lotion to it, and he only
stroked it once or twice.  Then he moved down to my legs and applied the
lotion to the front of them.  When he had finished that, he started working
on my feet.  I'd never considered my feet an erogenous zone before that
day, but what he did to them made me understand foot fetishes for the first
time.
	Kevin finished with Mike's feet, and I could tell he really liked
that attention, too.  Kevin moved up next to Mike and lay down beside him.
Mike's cock was rock hard, but Kevin wasn't doing anything.  I guess he
wanted Mike to make the first move, and, in a few minutes, he did.  Mike
leaned over and kissed Kevin long and passionately on the mouth.  Brian did
the same thing to me, and I followed Mike's example with a kiss.
	That was all the boys needed to get active.  Kevin was all over
Mike, sliding his body onto Mike's and moving up and down.  Brian was more
restrained, but he started rubbing my chest and nipples.  Then he started
sucking my nipples, but the taste of the Coppertone wasn't to his liking.
He moved down to my asshole and started tonguing me there.  My reaction was
mixed.  On the purely physical level, I loved it.  On the psychological
level, though, I knew he wanted to fuck me.  I'd only been fucked a half
dozen or so times then, and I wasn't sure Brian's horse cock would be all
that comfortable in me.
	When I looked down at Mike and Kevin, Kevin had one of Mike's legs
up over his shoulder to expose Mike's hole, and he was giving him a tongue
job that I could almost feel.  After a minute or two, Mike said, "Fuck me,
Kevin.  Fuck me."  Kevin didn't need another invitation.  He hoisted Mike's
other leg onto his other shoulder, moved into position, and started
entering him.  Mike grimaced a little when Kevin started, but the entry
must have been smooth because the grimace went away in an instant.
	I was still a little afraid of Brian's cock, but I, too, wanted to
be fucked.  "Brian," I said, "I want you in me, but I don't want to hurt.
Can you make it painless?"
	"Sure, J.  I'll take it real easy, but you tell me if it hurts.
Have you done this before?"
	"Yeah, but not much, and not for a long time."
	"Relax," he said.  Then he pressed on the part between my balls and
my asshole, and that seemed to help me open up.  I let loose a fart to
rival Kevin's, but Brian only laughed.  "That happens," he said.  "That
means you're relaxing."  Brian inserted a finger, still greasy from the
sunscreen, into my anus, and my ass put up virtually no resistance.  Then
he inserted a second one, then a third.  He spread his fingers apart and,
while my asshole was at its widest, he put his cock in the hole and
withdrew his fingers, all in one motion.  He entered me without a trace of
pain.  Brian started slow, but in a few minutes he picked up both speed and
intensity.  I was humming inside, and he kept prodding my prostate, making
delicious waves of pleasure wash over me.  He put both his hands under my
butt and lifted it slightly, and the pressure on my prostate increased
significantly.  I was in heaven, but I knew it wouldn't last.  After about
twenty strokes, I came in a giant splash onto my chest and stomach.  Brian
didn't stop fucking me, though; my erection didn't go down, and ten minutes
later I came again, triggering Brian's orgasm.  When he came, Brian bucked
involuntarily, and that sensation was almost as good as my orgasm had been.
When he had finished, Brian slumped over onto my torso and rested.
	I raised my head to watch Mike and Kevin.  Like me, Mike had
already come once, and Kevin was still plowing him.  In a second, Kevin
shoved himself as deeply into Mike as he could go, and he, too, bucked
uncontrolably.  Mike came a second time without the benefit of hand work.
Kevin splayed himself onto Mike and nestled his head beside his.
	We rested in that position for some time.  Then Brian pulled out of
me and Kevin out of Mike almost at the same instant.  They each gave us a
hand to get up.  They both kissed us when we stood up.  They couldn't see
one another, but they did exactly the same thing in the same order.  It was
amazing.
	They walked us to the table, and we sat down.  In a minute Brian
said,
	"Kevin, get some beers."  Kevin dutifully got up and got beers for
us.  We all lit up and sat contentedly drinking our beers, smoking, and
looking at one another.
	"Kevin," Mike said, "where did you learn to fuck like that?  I've
been fucked by maybe twenty guys, and it hurt at first every time.  But not
with you.  And you've got the biggest cock by far of any guy I've been
with."
	"Ditto that for me, but only about six or seven guys," I said.
	"We practice on each other," Brian said.
	"Yeah, and we understand that sex is supposed to be fun," Kevin
said.  "It's not supposed to hurt.  If it hurts, it sucks.  We've both been
fucked by guys who didn't know what they were doing, and it hurt us.  Guys
with pretty small dicks, too."
	"Now we can pretty much take anything, but, when we first started
fucking guys, we did experience pain.  You can only wonder what guys like
that do to a girl.  They're selfish, and all they think about is gettin' in
and gettin' off.  We take our time, and that's really more fun," Brian
said.
	"Well, you two, although I can only speak for Kevin, know what
you're doing," Mike said.
	"We can remedy that," Brian said.
	"What are you talking about," Mike responded.
	"About you only being able to speak for Kevin.  I'll fuck you."
	Mike laughed.  "Definitely, later.  I just came twice, and it'll be
a while until I'm ready again.  Don't rush older men."
	I laughed at that, but the boys didn't seem to think it was funny.
They looked at each other and shrugged in unison.
	In a little while, Mike said, "Kevin, that massage really helped
me.  I feel a hell of a lot better.  Thanks."
	"Were you really tense," I asked.
	"Yeah.  This job thing tomorrow has got me pretty stressed," Mike
said.
	"What time is the interview," I asked.
	"It's not till one.  I'm supposed to see the two partners at one,
and then I'm supposed to spend the rest of the afternoon in the office
seeing patients while one of them is with me.  If they like me, I'm
supposed to spend the rest of the week working with them, getting to know
the people, and the place I'll be working in."
	"So you could be here all week," I asked.
	"Yeah.  And I will be.  I'm the only candidate for this job.  It's
a great setup, and they really need another person.  Right now the practice
consists of two partners and three associates.  One of the associates is
leaving for a teaching job in Oregon, so they need somebody to take her
place."
	"Is your field really overcrowded," Kevin asked.
	"Just the opposite.  There are thirty of us in the country
finishing this summer, and there are forty-two jobs open.  We can just
about call our shots."
	"How much will you make," Kevin asked.  Brian, who was emerging as
the thoughtful, sensitive one, frowned at the question but didn't say
anything.
	"That's all right, Brian, I don't mind.  Three hundred thousand,"
Mike said.
	I almost shit my pants--figuratively, that is, since I wasn't
wearing any.
	"Do you think Dad makes that much," Brian asked Kevin.  Mike looked
at me as though to confirm my statement about their naivete.
	"I don't know," Kevin said.  "He's not a doctor.  Probably not."
	"Kevin," Mike said, "your dad probably makes ten times that much.
Or more."
	"You think," Kevin asked.
	"Yeah.  Scout's honor," Mike said.
	I learned later it was much, much more.
	"Would you like to work here," I asked.
	"Well, this practice has a lot in its favor.  For one thing, it
pretty big, so I'd see a lot of very interesting cases.  It's not part of
Oschner Clinic, but it's associated with them.  In fact, I think they do
most of their endocrinology work.  For another thing, one of the partners
is a photographer, like me, so I'd have somebody to talk hobby with.  Also,
New Orleans isn't a bad place to work.  There's a big and very ambitious
medical community here, so I might be able to get in on some research.
I've made it clear to them that I'm research oriented.  They've assured me
that I'd be given time for that."
	"When will you know," I asked.
	"Probably by tomorrow night.  But right now I'm pretty definite on
it."
	Mike continued: "I saw a basketball goal over there.  You guys up
for a little two-on-two?"
	"Hell, yes," Kevin said.
	"I guess," I conceded.
	Brian got a ball, and the lot fell that Brian and Kevin would take
on me and Mike.  We played hard for an hour, dicks flapping and slapping on
every shot.
	At one point Mike said, "I love doing this naked.  In fact, I've
never felt this at ease with people I've just met before in my life.  You
guys are special."
	The kids beat us by twelve points.  I wasn't surprised, given my
basketball skills.  Mike was pretty good, but he couldn't match their
moves.  They moved like the natural athletes they were.
	When we finished the game, Brian got more beers, and we sat at the
table again, drinking and smoking cigarettes.
	In a few minutes, Kevin said, "Mike, you said you're a
photographer.  Did you bring your camera?"
	"Oh, yeah," he said.  "I don't go many places without it."  I had a
vague recollection of his coming in with a bag, but I hadn't really paid
much attention.
	"Will you take our picture," Brian asked.
	"I'd love to photograph you guys.  But I want to get you in a lot
of different situations.  Not poses."
	"Like what," Brian asked.
	"Well, I'd like to shoot you playing basketball.  I'd like to shoot
you playing with each other--you know, wrestling, tickling, kissing,
fucking."
	"You want to shoot us fucking," Kevin asked.
	"Does that bother you," Mike asked.
	"Hell, no," they answered together.
	"We can't do it all today, but I'll be in town all week, and
probably next weekend, too.  We've got time, if you're willing."
	"We want you to shoot us," Kevin answered for both of them.
	"Great," Mike said.  "Let me load up.  I'm going to use black and
white, and I want you guys to play some basketball.  One-on-one.  Do you
ever do that?"
	"All the time," they said together.
	"Great.  Let's go."
	The kids started playing one-on-one, and they really got into the
game.  I'm sure they forgot that Mike was photographing them, but that was
the effect he apparently wanted.
	"God, they're great," he said to me a couple of times.  "I haven't
had subjects like those two ever."
	Mike was everwhere on the court.  The boys concentrated with almost
religious zeal, and their faces showed a full range of emotion.  As far as
they were concerned, Mike didn't exist.
	After a half hour, they were pouring sweat.  Mike continued to
shoot picture after picture.  They finished the game, and Kevin won by two
points.  The kids were exuberant, and Kevin picked up Brian, cradeling him
in his arms, kissed him on the lips, and dumped him in the pool.  Mike
continued to shoot.  By the time they finished, Mike was as sweaty as they
were, and he and Kevin jumped into the pool together.  They splashed around
for a few minutes and then got out.
	They kind of shook themselves dry, and then we sat back at the
table.  Mike didn't waste that opportunity, though.  The boys lit
cigarettes at the same time from Brian's lighter, and Mike snapped several
shots of that.  They leaned back and exhaled, and he got that, too.  He had
been changing film cartridges all along, and there was a pile of about
twenty on the table in front of him.
	"You guys are a photographer's dream come true," Mike said.
	"Whatta you mean," Kevin asked.
	"Well, I'm probably got enough stuff here for a whole one-man show
in a gallery in New York.  That's what I mean."
	"You mean you'd put us on walls in a gallery," Brian asked.
	"Only with your father's permission," Mike said.  "Would that
bother you guys?"
	"Shit, no," they said in unison.  "We'd fuckin' love it."
	"Well, we'll see.  But I think I got some shots that might win some
prizes."  Mike grinned at them when he said that.
	"Cool," they said together.
	Around six o'clock, they decided it was time to start dinner.  I
really wasn't hungry, but they assured me it would be a good two hours
before we ate.  They made drinks for us: Mike drank a Martini, I drank
scotch, and the boys both had beers.  I was impressed they knew what a
Martini was and how to make one.  Mike seemed to think it was good.
	After one drink, they wanted to swim.  We all got into the pool,
but only Kevin and Brian actually swam.  Mike and I kind of stood around
watching them.  The boys swam another twenty laps.
	When we were through in the pool, Kevin built a fire in the
barbeque grill, and Brian went inside to finish whatever he was working on.
It was near seven o'clock, and I was starting to feel just a little hungry.
They made us more drinks, and we relaxed on the patio, talking of this and
that.  In a minute, Brian brought out a tray of hors d'oeuvres, some hot,
some cold.
	Around 7:30, Brian brought out a table cloth and cloth napkins to
set the table.  He then brought out silverware, salt and pepper shakers,
and glasses.  I didn't know what to expect.
	"Jesus, this looks like a real dinner party," Mike said to Brian,
as he was setting up.
	"We always eat like this.  It's nothing special."
	When Brian had gone inside, Mike said, "God, they're incredible.  I
see what you mean about the naivete, and also the innocence.  I thought
Kevin was going to have some kind of emotional experience over the fart."
	"I know," I said.  "Remember, this weekend is the first time I've
spent with them.  I really don't know them all that well.  Kevin seems to
me to be the more aggressive of the two, sexually and otherwise.  Brian
seems more thoughtful and sensitive.  They're both great, though."
	"I agree," Mike said.  "And very sexy.  Even the way they hold a
cigarette is sexy, at least to me.  So masculine.  I think you've found a
gold mine.  How much is he paying you?"
	"Sixty thousand.  Can you believe that?  It's really a lot more,
because I'll have my room and board paid for by living with them.  My
personal expenses, like laundry and dry cleaning.  The insurance and 401K
plan are great.  Not only that, I won't even need a fucking car.  They have
one.  One of them said if they need another car, they'll just get one."
	"Shit, I'd pay their old man sixty thousand to get to spend my days
with those two.  They're fucking golden boys.  Are they smart, do you
think?"
	"Yeah, I think so.  At least they get after their school work; that
I know.  They studied their asses off yesterday afternoon.  Trigonometry
and French."
	"What'd they do, divide the problems up between them?"
	"That's what I would have done," I said, "but they each worked them
all.  Independently."
	"Like I said, they're golden boys," Mike said.
	Just about then, Brian came out an put the steaks on the grill.
	"How do you guys like em'," he asked.  "Is rare okay with you?"
	"Yeah," Mike called back
	"Sounds good to me," I said.
	"Okay," he said, and went back into the house.
	"What did you make of the talk about how much their dad earns," I
asked.
	"Shit, that fucker must make fifteen million a year, if what I read
in the _Wall Street Journal_ is right.  Who was it?  Kevin?  said he didn't
make as much as I will because he's not a fucking doctor.  Those two are
very naive and very innocent.  Despite the fact that they can fuck like
minks.  They're incredible."
	Brian came out and turned the steaks.  "Not much longer, guys," he
called to us.
	"Great," I said.  "By the way," I continued to Mike, "I'm glad you
told them about the skin dye tattoos.  They'll probably get one tomorrow.
And also about the genital piercing.  It wouldn't have surprised me if they
had shown up with Prince Alberts in their cocks.  Tom would have been
pissed at me then, I feel sure."
	"I know.  I got the feeling that's where they were heading."
	"Tell me, though, were you being honest about the nipple piercing?"
	"Shit, yeah.  They're great.  I wish I could wear one.  My left
nipple is so scar covered now, though, I can barely feel somebody sucking
it.  Otherwise, I'd have one."
	Again, it sounded pretty attractive to me.
	Kevin brought a bottle of wine to the table, and Brian came outside
to see to the steaks.  I don't know much about wine, but I recognized the
Rothchild name, so I figured it was pretty good.  In a couple of minutes,
they each brought two plates out, and the food looked like something you'd
get in a good restaurant.  There was a filet mignon topped with bernaisse
sauce on each plate, along with some kind of potatoes, and eight or ten
fresh asparagus speers.  Brian ran inside and came out with a small pitcher
with extra bernaisse sauce in it.  Kevin poured the wine, and we sat down
to eat.
	"Guys, this is a feast," Mike said.
	"I'll say," I seconded.
	"I hope the bernaisse isn't too runny for you," Kevin said.  "It
kind of got away from me."
	I tasted my meat with the sauce, and it was superb.  "Guys, this is
wonderful," I said.
	"Thanks," they said in unison.
	Then I said: "Did Chuck teach you all to cook like this?  I want to
get to know this guy."
	"Yes, he did," Kevin said.  "And you can get to know him tomorrow."
	"I wouldn't mind meeting him either," Mike said.  "Anybody who can
teach you guys how to cook like this deserves congratulations.  And
thanks."
	"Why don't you stay over and get to know him with J," Brian
suggested.
	"Yeah," Kevin said.  "You and J can get better acquainted while
we're at school."
	"That's tempting," Mike said.  "My first appointment isn't until
one. . . ."
	"Do it, man," Brian said.
	Mike looked at me.  I hadn't entered that conversation because,
even though Tom had said it was all right if I had a friend stay over, I
didn't think it was my place to invite someone to stay at their house.  I
nodded to indicate I thought he should stay.
	"Okay.  I will.  Thanks."
	"Why don't you stay for the whole week," Kevin asked.
	"I don't want to impose," Mike said.
	"You won't be imposing.  That's for sure," Brian said.  "You can
get to know all of us better.  You never can tell when we might need a
doctor."
	"Let me think about it, guys, okay?"
	They let the subject drop.  They had made their point, and,
apparently, they were well raised enough to know not to press it.
	We finished eating, and the boys cleared the table.  They came back
out with two trays full of coffee, cake, cups, saucers--the works.
	After coffee and dessert, Mike said, "Where's the brandy and
cigars?"  I knew he was just teasing, but the boys jumped to.  In about
three minutes they were back with a fresh bottle of Couirvossier and a box
of cigars.
	"JES-sus, guys, I was just kidding." Mike said.
	"You don't want them," Brian asked.
	"Yeah, they're great, but I feel like a fool asking for them."
	"Why," Kevin asked.  "We just forgot to get 'em.  We had them in
the kitchen ready to bring out."
	Mike picked up a cigar from the box.  He smelled it and looked at
it.  Then he said, "Where did these come from?"
	"They came from our Dad's study.  He has about two dozen boxes in
there," Brian said.
	"No, I mean where did he get them," Mike asked.
	"Oh, he got 'em in Cuba.  He was there three or four months ago,
and the president gave them to him," Brian said.
	"The president?  Like Fidel Castro," Mike asked.
	"The president of Cuba.  Yeah, Castro," Kevin said.  "Why?"
	"Because these are probably the best cigars in the world, that's
why."  Mike was serious.
	"Well, you can have a box," Kevin said, "if you want them.  Dad has
a lot, and he's a Marlboro man, just like us.  He hasn't touched a one."
Kevin lit a cigarette, and Brian followed suit in a second.
	Mike and I lit cigars, and the aroma and taste were fantastic.  I
could become a cigar-smoker, I thought.  Kevin poured brandy in the
snifters they brought out, and the four of us relaxed and enjoyed the night
air, the ambiance, and, for Mike and me, the sight of those two beautiful
kids in front of us.
	Kevin got up in a few minutes and went into the pool house.  In a
second, we heard music.  It was a classical piece that I knew I'd heard
before, but I couldn't place it.  Before Kevin came back, the lights went
on.  Mike reacted as I had Friday night, and I said, "A timer."  He nodded
and said nothing.
	We sipped our brandy, smoked, and said nothing for a while.  Then
the music changed to Garth Brooks, and both boys started singing.  Mike
joined them.  I could tell the boys were getting excited by the music.  In
a minute, they were up and dancing with each other, and Mike got his camera
out and started shooting.
	He looked at me and said, "They're fucking incredible.  I want kids
just like that when I grow up."  We both laughed.
	We continued drinking brandy and smoking for an hour or so, and the
kids kept dancing to almost every song that came on the stereo.  Mike
retired his camera after a bunch of shots.
	Around ten, the boys said they were tired and wanted to go to bed.
They had school the next day, and they had to get up early.
	"J, you and Mike sleep in Brian's room," Kevin said, "and he and I
will sleep in my room."
	"Fine," I said.
	They said goodnight and were gone.
	Mike and I stayed up about another hour or so, but we both kept
nodding off as we sat and listened to the music, which had once again
become classical.  Finally, around 11:30, we went to bed, too.  Mike was
impressed with the interior of the house, just as I had been, but we
decided we were too tired to look around that night.  We went to bed.