Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 20:06:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 5

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My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
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Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy
in gay/authoritarian.

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Twin Spin

Chapter 5

	After we ate our ice cream, we went home.  There was a message on
the answering machine from Mike saying that he was going to be late because
the doctors in the office had taken him out to dinner.  He asked me to wait
up for him.
	Kevin and Brian told me to say hello to Mike for them, but they
went to bed.  They slept in Kevin's room, leaving Brian's room for me to
sleep in.  Mike came in around midnight.  He had checked out of his hotel
and had his suitcase and hanging bag with him.  He had taken his camera bag
to work with him, and he had that, too.  He put his arm around my shoulder
when he came in, and I wanted to kiss him but was afraid he might not like
that.  He slumped into a chair in the den, and I poured each of us a pretty
stiff scotch.
	"So how was the day," I asked.
	"It was good," he said.  "I liked everybody, and the practice is
better organized than I thought it would be.  By the way, they are paying
for my hotel and all other expenses.  That was a mistake the administrator
made in the letter.  Of course, I'd rather be here with you guys, but it's
nice to know they aren't cheap.  They're paying me for this week, too.
Five thousand."
	"Goddamn," I said, awestruck.
	"Believe me, I can use the money."
	"What time do you have to go in tomorrow," I asked.
	"Same time.  One o'clock.  They work with patients in the hospital
in the morning, and they have office hours in the afternoon.  Since I don't
have any patients in the hospital, I don't have to show up until the office
opens.  I'm going to go in early, though.  I want to use the darkroom to
develop those shots I took of the kids.  Where are they, by the way?"
	"They've been in bed for two hours," I said.  "They were really
cute tonight.  They went after school and got their nipples pierced and
their biceps tattooed with that skin dye stuff.  They were so proud, they
ate dinner with their shirts off so I could admire their new decorations."
	"How do the tattoos look?"
	"Surprisingly good.  They both got the same thing, without
consulting one another.  They have those black primitive ones.  They're
basically pretty simple.  I really like 'em."
	"What about the nipple rings," Mike asked.  "Did they make them
horny?"
	"Jesus, did they!  They came in with boners that had been leaking
for an hour.  Even Chuck noticed.  Right after they finished eating, they
raced upstairs and went at it."
	"Did you join 'em," Mike said with a smile.
	"Hell, yes.  But not until they had jerked each other off and
fucked each other once.  They came and got me.  I was standing in the hall
watching through the opened door, so I had to run back to my room and
pretend to be studying so they wouldn't know."
	"So tell.  What'd you guys do?"
	"We made a fuck-sandwich."
	Mike laughed.  "A what?"
	"That's what Kevin called it.  I fucked Brian while Kevin fucked
me.  We were on our sides on the bed.  It was pretty intense, and they did
all the work.  When I came, I screamed 'oh, fuck,' and Kevin thought I
wanted to keep on, so he stayed in me and I stayed in Brian.  And we fucked
again."
	"Shit, that sounds pretty intense," Mike said.
	"Then they worked out and pumped their pretty little asses up twice
their normal size.  Well, of course, we had to go out for ice cream so they
could show off.  They wanted to go without shirts, but I insisted they wear
something.  They ended up wearing tank tops.  I wish you could have seen
the looks they got.  Wow!"
	"I'll bet," he said.
	I got up to make a second drink for each of us, and Mike moved from
his chair to the place next to me on the sofa.  When I got back, he took
both drinks, put them on the coffee table, and took me into his arms.  We
kissed long and passionately, our tongues exploring every inch of each
other's mouth.
	We sat very close in silence for a moment, and then Mike put his
hand on my crotch.  I was already swelling, and he gently rubbed my bulge
to make it bigger.
	"Anything in here left for me tonight," he asked.
	"You know there is," I said.  "There's always something left for
you."
	"Let's see it," he said.  When I hesitated, he said, "Take out your
cock.  I want to look at it.  Oh, never mind.  I'll do it."
	He unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pulled out my cock.  It was
fully hard by then.
	"I really like your cock," he said.  "It's just the right size and
shape."
	I unzipped his trousers and freed his boner.  We sat there holding
each other, now and then moving our hands just enough to keep the intensity
growing.  In a second, Mike got on his knees in front of me and took my
cock into his mouth.  The warmth of his tongue and lips was exhilerating,
and I could feel my pre-cum seeping out into his mouth.
	I moved onto the floor with him, and we got into the sixty-nine
position.  I loosened his belt and undid the button so his pants could come
down.  He pulled my jeans and boxers down to my thighs, and we slurped each
other.  Once or twice the noise of two busy tongues was quite loud, and I
thought about the boys hearing us.  Hell, I thought again, they'd just want
to play, too.
	Mike started fucking my mouth, and I did the same to his.  It
didn't take either of us long after that, and we came within a few seconds
of one another.  When we recovered, we pulled our clothes back on and sat
on the sofa again to finish our drinks.  We chatted about nothing in
particular for another half hour.  Mike and I both yawned at the same time,
so we turned off the lights and went to bed.  We were both asleep in five
minutes.
	The next morning the boys came to wake me up at 7:30, as I had
asked them to.  They were surprised to see Mike, but they didn't wake him.
They spoke in whispers.
	"Chuck's got breakfast waiting for you," Brian said.
	"And it's really good," Kevin added.
	"Good luck on your exam today, guys," I said.
	"Thanks.  Bye, Huck," Brian said.
	"Bye, Huck," Kevin said.
	I let Mike sleep, but I got up, got dressed, and stumbled down
stairs.  Chuck greeted me with a cup of coffee fixed just the way I liked
it.  He told me to sit down and have a cigarette, which I did with no
argument.  In a few minutes, he brought eggs, bacon, grits, and biscuits to
me.  He sat down with a cup of coffee of his own.
	"Don't you eat," I asked.
	"I ate with the boys," he said.  In a minute he asked where Mike
was, and I told him.  Then, with a sly grin, "What did y'all do last
night?"
	"Nothing much," I said.  "We went and got some ice cream."
	He laughed heartily.
	"What are you laughing at," I asked.
	"Nothing much," he said, laughing again.  "Those two were as horny
as I've ever seen 'em, and you say 'nothing much.'  My ass."
	I blushed and put my head into my plate.
	"I don't want details.  I'm not that kind.  But they were settled
down this morning, so I know something must have gone on.  Did you take
care of my boys, or what?"
	"I took care of your boys," I said.
	He smiled broadly.  "Good."
	"They called me 'Huck,'" I said, mainly to see his reaction.
	"They *did*," he asked.  "Well, you know what that means, don't
you?  You're family now.  I gave them that name, after Huckleberry Finn.  I
was their 'Nigger Jim.'  They loved me as much as Huck loved Jim in that
novel, and they damn sure were as wild as Huckleberry was.  Even Tom calls
them that, sometimes.  The fact that they called you Huck means you're one
of us, as far as they're concerned.  To my way of thinking, they couldn't
have paid you a higher compliment, Huck."
	I realized that he was paying me a compliment of enormous
proportion, too.
	"Thanks, Jim," I said.
	Chuck and I both laughed.  Then he stood up, pulled me up, and
hugged me.  Nothing else was said, but I knew I had a friend for life.
	Mike woke up around nine, ate a quick bite, and left for the
office.  I spent the rest of the day studying.  The boys came home at four,
which was a little later than usual because their exam had run later than
the regular school day.  They ate a big snack and then played one-on-one
basketball for about an hour.  I watched but didn't join in.
	I had let Mike borrow my car, and he drove up around 5:15.  The
kids were taking a shower in the pool house.
	"Hi," I said.
	"Hi."  He leaned over and kissed me.  Nothing hot; just affection.
	"Where are Kevin and Brian," he asked.
	"They're taking showers in the pool house.  They just went in there
a second ago."
	"Really?  Do you think they'd mind if I got some shots of 'em."
	"What do you think," I asked in a way that let him know I was sure
they wouldn't.
	"Come on," he said.  He got out his camera, popped in a new
cartridge of film, and we went into the pool house.  We could hear the
water running, but we couldn't hear any voices.  When we approached the
shower stall--a big triple one--Mike started snapping pictures.  They were
standing face to face, dicks hard and touching, washing each other's
pierced nipple.  As usual, they were gorgeous, and I started getting hard
immediately.
	When they finally noticed us, they grinned at us but didn't stop
what they were doing.  Mike was having an apparent field day taking
pictures.  The boys reached down and started jerking each other.  I think
our being there made them more excited than they had been, and pretty soon
they both had looks of pleasure on their faces.  It didn't take them long
to reach climax, and they came at the same instant, splashing cum onto one
another.  Mike documented every second of their sex play.  They settled
down pretty quickly and finished bathing.  Mike continued to snap pictures
until they were dried and dressed.
	"I hope you guys don't mind my taking pictures of you," Mike said.
	"Why should we mind," Brian asked.
	"Yeah, if we let you watch, what difference does taking pictures
make," Kevin asked.
	"Good, because you guys are a photographer's wet dream."  They
beamed when he said that.
	"Did you get our tattoos," Brian asked.
	"I sure did.  They're beautiful," Mike replied.
	"Thanks.  What about our nipple rings?  Did you get those?" Kevin
asked that time.
	"If it was there, I got it," Mike said.
	Kevin and Brian both beamed.
	We went inside, and Chuck said we had time for a drink if we wanted
one because he was running a little late.
	"Us, too," Kevin asked.
	Chuck thought for a second and then smiled in a way that let me
know he had a hard time ever saying no to those two.
	"Yeah, I guess so.  Make me one, too, Kevin," Chuck said.
	Brian set the table while Kevin made the drinks, long and strong.
	"Y'all go in the den and wait for me to call you.  I didn't get
this roast thawed on time.  It'll be about another forty-five minutes.
Here, y'all chew on this while you're waiting."  Chuck handed me a
beautifully arranged platter of cheese, fruit, and crackers to take to the
den.
	We all sat down, and the boys dove into the snacks.  Mike asked
them about the tattoos and nipple rings, and they were off at a gallop
telling him all about them.
	"What's this piano for," Mike asked.  "You guys play?"
	"Sort of," Brian said.
	"Play for us," I suggested.
	I expected them to be too modest to play, but, once again, I was
wrong.  Kevin sat at the piano, and Brian got a guitar from a closet in the
room.  Kevin said something to Brian I couldn't hear, and then they started
an introduction to a Jimmy Buffett song I particularly liked-- "Jolly Man."
After a few bars of intro, they started singing.  When they were finished,
Mike and I both applauded.
	"You guys are good," Mike said.
	"Thanks," Kevin said.  "Do you like Buffett?"
	"I do," I said.
	"Me, too," Mike added.
	They immediately started another one, "Mother Ocean" that time.
They changed the line "I made enough money to buy Miami" to "I made enough
money to buy New Orleans."  We applauded that one, too.
	Then Brian said, "Kevin, get up."
	Kevin dutifully got off the piano bench, and Brian sat down.  Kevin
took the guitar.  Then they sang "One Particular Harbor," which has always
been one of my favorites.  Kevin sang lead on all three, but especially
that one.
	After that song, they retired from the instruments and rejoined us.
	"Who taught you guys to play," I asked.
	"Chunky," Kevin said.
	"You never took lessons with a regular teacher," I asked.
	"Why should we," Brian asked.  "Chunk taught us.  He's all we
needed."
	"You guys have great voices," Mike said.
	"Thanks," they said together.  "They'd probably be better if we
didn't smoke," Kevin said, as he lit up.
	"I don't know," Mike said.  "They have a huskiness that might also
be lost."
	I could tell they were getting bored with that line of
conversation.  Brian got up and made us a second drink.
	When he came back from the kitchen, Brian said, "Chuck says dinner
will be ready in about twenty minutes.  Are y'all starving?"
	"I'm not starving," I said.
	"Me, either.  Tell Chuck to take his time, as far as I'm
concerned," Mike added.
	"I'm starving," Kevin said, as he reached for about five slices of
apple from the tray.
	"I am, too," Brian said.
	"How can you guys be starving," I asked.  "You ate the equivalent
of a meal at four o'clock."  Then to Mike, "their after-school snack
consisted of two tuna salad sandwiches, a glass of milk, and a banana.
Each."
	He chuckled and shook his head.  "I'd be as big as a house if I ate
like you guys," he said.
	"But we never gain weight," Brian said.  "Why is that?"
	Mike explained about metabolism, and he said some people were just
lucky when it came to how much they could eat without gaining fat.  "Plus,
you guys do a lot of physical activity," he said.
	"How much exercise do you two get every day, anyway," I wanted to
know.
	"Well," Brian started, "we swim thirty laps every morning.  We take
PE every day for fifty minutes, and we always do some kind of sport after
school.  In football and track seasons, we practice or play.  Otherwise, we
play basketball.  Or skate.  Or run.  And we work out every other day for
an hour and a half or two hours."
	"Jesus," Mike said, "no wonder you eat like horses and never gain a
pound.  You probably get five or six times more exercise than people who
are physically active and who work at staying in shape.  Keep it up, boys.
What you're doing is great."
	"That's just what we like to do," Kevin said.  "We're kind of the
physical type."
	"I noticed," Mike and I said in unison.  He and I both laughed, but
the guys didn't seem to comprehend.
	Just then Chuck stuck his head through the door and said dinner was
ready.  "I apologize for it taking so long," he said.  "I hope y'all got a
little buzz, at least."
	"The timing was just right, as far as I'm concerned," Mike said.
	"Yeah, for me, too," I said.
	"Well, boys, I'm leaving," Chuck said.  "See you tomorrow."  They
both kissed him goodbye on his cheek.  I found that touching.
	"Bye, Chunk," they said in one voice.
	"By the way," Chuck said, "that was some mighty pretty music I
heard a while ago coming from in here.  Y'all need to do that more often.
It makes me proud."
	The boys blushed a little when he said that.  They both kissed him
again, and then he left.
	The dinner was a masterpiece of home cooking.  It was pot roast,
potatoes, cauliflower with white sauce, and fresh green beans with almonds.
There was French bread and horseradish sauce for the meat, and Chuck had
set out a magnificent red wine to wash it all down.  After we sat down,
Mike said,
	"This looks so good, we ought to pray over it."  I think he was
joking, but the boys said okay and immediately made the sign of the cross.
Together they said the traditional Catholic blessing.  I said it along with
them, and Mike joined in near the end.  All four of us crossed ourselves at
the end.  We immediately started passing food.
	"Do you guys usually say grace," I asked.
	"Only when Dad's here.  Or when Chuck eats with us at dinner.
Never any other meal, though," Brian said.
	"How often does your dad make it home for dinner," Mike asked.
	"Every night," Kevin said.
	"Really," Mike asked.
	"Well, he hasn't for the last three months or so," Kevin said,
"because he's been on the road a lot.  His business has exploded, he says,
and the move to North Carolina and all has kept him pretty busy.  I think
he wants to build a business for us to take over, or something.  He does
computer shit."
	"What kind of computer shit," Mike asked.
	"You know those ATM machines?  Where you can get money?  That's
what he does," Brian said.
	"Yeah, but right now he's workin' on something new," Kevin
interjected.  "He says it'll make the ATM stuff look like chicken feed."
Pause.  "What does that mean, 'look like chicken feed'?"
	Mike laughed and started choking.  In a few seconds, he got it
under control.
	"What's so funny," Kevin asked.
	"The expression 'look like chicken feed' means it's not worth
much," I said.
	"I think the ATM business is good, though," Kevin said.
	"Yes," Mike said, "I think you can count on that.  He means this
new business is going to be even better."
	"Oh," they both said at once.
	"Where did your dad go to school," Mike asked.
	"Some private school in Memphis," Brian said.  "I can't remember
the name of it."
	"No.  I meant college," Mike said.
	"Yale," they both said.  "He wants us to go there, too," Kevin
said.
	"He went to law school at Harvard, though," Brian said.
	"Oh, I see," Mike said.  "Yale and Harvard Law."  He didn't pursue
that any further.
	Well into their second helpings, Kevin asked, "Mike, when are you
going to get your pictures developed?  We'd like to see 'em."
	"As a matter of fact, I developed some of them today.  I'll show
them to you when we finish eating."
	"You did it yourself," Brian asked.
	"Yeah.  Every photographer who's worth his salt develops his own
film.  And prints it, too.  That's where a lot of the art comes in."
	"Cool," they said as one voice.  They continued to work on the pot
roast and potatoes, though, without looking up.
	After dinner, the guys got dessert and coffee for us.  They each
ate a huge bowl of ice cream, and Mike and I both passed on that.
	"Y'all want some brandy or something like that," Brian asked.
	"I could use some," Mike said.
	"Me, too," I echoed.  He went off to get the brandy.
	"Would y'all like some cigars," Kevin asked.
	"You bet I would," Mike said.  Kevin got up to get them.
	"Are these kids incredible, or what," Mike said, when they had left
the room.
	"You know it," I said.  "I can't wait to see the pictures of them.
Did they come out well?"
	"They came out perfectly," Mike said.  "I showed them to the
partner who's the photographer, and he couldn't believe them.  He has an
agent in New York, and he said I have a one-man show on my hands if I can
keep getting them."
	"Wow," I said.  "I don't know much about art, but I know a one-man
show in New York is something special."
	"I've got to get their dad's permission, of course.  Do you think
that'll be a problem?"
	"I don't know.  I don't know him very well.  They are buck naked,
after all.  Parents are funny about things like that."
	"I know," Mike said.
	"But, of course, they are eighteen.  They're legally adults," I
reminded Mike.
	"Yeah, but still, I wouldn't do it without Tom's permission."
	Brian came back just then with snifters and brandy on a tray.
Kevin was right behind him with cigars.  They both pulled out their
cigarettes and lit up, as Mike and I fired up our stoggies.
	After a few minutes of meditative drinking and smoking, Kevin said,
"Can we see the pictures now, Mike?  Dinner is over."
	"Sure," Mike said.  He got up, went to his camera bag, and pulled
them out.  He handed them to me first, and the one on top was stunning.  I
started passing them to the boys as soon as I had looked at each one.
	"Wow!  Mike these are really good," Brian said.  "They're real
clear."
	"Thanks, Brian," Mike said.  He looked at me and smiled.  Of course
they were clear.  But they were also art.  The art of the male nude playing
basketball and dancing.
	The boys looked at all the pictures but didn't say anything.
	Finally, Mike asked, "Well, do you like them?"
	"They're great," they said in unison.  "We love 'em."
	"What would you guys think if I submitted them to an agent?  An art
agent.  And maybe had an exhibition of them in a gallery?"
	They looked at each other and didn't say anything.
	"Would it bother you that other people, maybe a lot of people, saw
pictures of you naked," Mike asked.
	They looked at each other again, and then they looked at Mike.
	"Why should it," Kevin asked.
	"Well, I don't know," Mike said.  "Modesty, maybe.  Violation of
privacy.  A feeling of being exploited.  Who knows?"
	"It wouldn't bother us," Brian said.  "And it wouldn't bother Dad
or Chuck.  Why should it?  I say, do it."
	"Hell, yeah.  But would people come to see pictures of us?  I mean,
why would you do it?"
	"Well, the gallery would sell them," Mike said.  "And I'd get some
money for them."
	"Goddamn," Kevin said, "fuckin' do it.  If you can get money for
those pictures, and you want money, I say go for it."
	"Who doesn't want money," Mike asked.
	They looked at each other with a lack of comprehension on their
faces.  "We don't want money," Kevin said.  "We have all we want."
	"Yeah, but we have plenty," Brian said.  "Mike won't have plenty
for another year.  He wants money now."
	Mike laughed.
	"What's so funny," Brian asked.
	"You two are just too cute.  That's all," Mike said.
	They both grinned.
	In a few minutes, they both got up and started clearing the table.
We heard them moving around in the kitchen and putting the dishes in the
dishwasher.  Mike and I kept our brandy snifters, and they refilled them
for us.
	"What do y'all want to do," Kevin asked us.
	"Don't you guys have homework," I asked.
	"No," Kevin said.  "Not for the rest of the year.  We're takin' AP
exams."
	"Don't you have to study for them," Mike asked.
	"Not us.  We've busted our balls all year.  We know the shit cold.
Tomorrow's biology."  After a moment's thought, Kevin said, "Hey, ask me a
question in biology.  I bet I can answer it."
	Mike thought for a moment and asked a question.  Kevin answered it
correctly with no apparent thought.
	"Goddamn, Kevin, that was a tough question," Mike said.
	"Well, AP is college work," Kevin said.
	"Yeah, but that was a medical school question," Mike said.
	"Cool," Kevin responded.
	Brian came in from the kitchen just then.  "Mike's asking us
biology questions," Kevin said.
	Mike asked five or six more questions, and they answered them with
ease.
	"Do you guys want to be doctors," Mike asked.  "You seem to already
know the first-year medical school general bio stuff, if you do."
	They both laughed.  "A lot of guys in that class do want to be
doctors, but we don't," Brian said.  "We wanna be computer guys, like our
dad."
	"But your dad's a lawyer," Mike said.  "He's not a 'computer guy.'"
	"Well, he's got a computer company.  Four or five computer
companies, really," Kevin said.
	"Your dad is a businessman," I said.
	"Yeah, and we wanna be that, too," Brian said.
	"From what I know about your dad's companies, you guys probably
won't have to work," Mike said.
	"What'll we do every day," Kevin asked.
	"Good point," Mike said.
	The boys both lit cigarettes at that point.  Then Brian said, "What
do y'all want to do?"
	They looked at us expectantly.
	"What do you guys want to do," I asked.
	"Shoot pool," they said in one voice.
	"Where," I asked.
	"Chubby's," they said together.
	"Well, let's go," I said.
	"We want to change our shirts.  We've had these on all day," Kevin
said.
	"Okay," I said.
	They came downstairs in a few minutes.  Kevin had on a sleeveless
blue denim jacket, open, of course, and he had changed his blue jeans for
white 501's.  Brian had on a sleeveless pocket tee, but he wore the same
jeans he had on earlier.  They wanted to show off their tattoos at
Chubby's.  They were both playful as puppies, and Kevin squeezed my crotch
as he bounded past me.
	Brian drove to Chubby's, and they were both disappointed when there
weren't more cars in the parking lot.  They decided it was early still and
that the crowd would pick up.
	Chubby greeted them by name when we went in.  They introduced Mike
and me to him.
	"What's that shit on your arms, boys," Chubby said.
	"Tattoos," they said together.
	"Your old man see those yet," he asked.
	"No.  He's out of town," Kevin said.  "But he knows we wanted to
get them, and he's cool with it."
	"Well, they're not bad lookin'," Chubby said.  "I've seen a hell of
a lot worse.  In fact, I've got one a hell of a lot worse."
	"Let's see it," Brian said.
	Chubby unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down to reveal the top of
his right arm.  His was of a naked woman who was supposed to be a hoola
dancer.  I agreed with him, though not aloud, that his was pretty bad.
	"That ain't bad, Chub," Kevin said.
	"Hell, no," Brian said.  "I like it."
	"It's bad, guys," Chubby said.  "I was shit-faced drunk when I
picked out the design.  I don't even remember what it felt like getting it.
My mother cried when she saw it."
	Chubby gave us a set of balls and a beer each.  We went to the
table we had played at the other day and set it up.  Mike and I were a
team, and he broke.
	Mike was a pretty cool shot, but we were outmatched by Brian and
Kevin.  People kept greeting them and commenting on their tattoos, and they
loved every minute of it.  Around nine a group of five boys around their
age came in, and, of course, came over to talk and admire their art work.
A couple of the boys had tattoos of their own.
	We played until around 9:30.  The place was almost empty, and we
decided to go home and go for a swim.  Kevin mentioned they didn't have to
be at school until 12:30 for their exam at 1:00, so they could stay up
later than usual.
	We didn't even go into the house when we got home.  Instead, we
went to the back yard, the boys got naked and dove into the pool.
	"Aren't you guys coming in," Kevin asked.
	"In a little while," Mike said.  "I'd like to get some more shots
of you two playing first."  He went inside and got his camera bag.
	He started snapping pictures.
	"Don't you need a flash at night," I asked.
	"No.  This film is so fast, the floodlights around the pool are
more than enough.  I almost never use a flash.  It really slows you down."
	Brian and Kevin were out of the pool as much as they were in it.
They were playing tag, and they were really struggling with each other.
Kevin was "it."  Out of the pool, he tackled Brian and got him on the
ground.  Brian was lying face down, and Kevin was on top of him.  It
appeared that Kevin was humping his brother.  Brian couldn't get away for a
few minutes, but finally he escaped.  When they got up, Kevin was hard.
	"What are you guys doing," I asked.
	"We're playing tag," Kevin said.
	"I know that, but you had him pinned.  Doesn't that make him 'it'?"
	"No.  We're playing different rules.  When we play together, just
the two of us, the guy who's 'it' has to fuck the other one to make him
'it.'  I could have done it just now, but I wasn't hard.  By the time I got
hard, the fucker slipped away from me.  I'll get his ass, though.  Don't
worry."
	They got back in the water, and Kevin swam after Brian with great
energy.  He grabbed him and pulled him to him, face to face.  They
struggled for a long time, going under for what seemed like long periods of
time and coming up gasping for breath.  Brian broke away and leaped out of
the pool.  Kevin was right after him.  Mike was having a ball taking
pictures.
	Both boys were breathing hard, but there was no let-up in the
intensity of their game.  Brian crouched low to the ground for a little
rest, and Kevin stood with his hands on his hips watching him.
	"Come on, fucker, make a move.  You'll never get that puny cock of
yours in my ass.  I'll stick mine down your throat, first," Brian taunted
Kevin.
	"Eat me, motherfucker," Kevin said.  I had never heard them talk
like that to each other, and it was a little unnerving.  "You'll be sucking
turd out of your teeth by the time I finish with you."
	Whoa, I thought.  These guys know how to curse.
	"Yeah, dickcheese?  We'll see about that."
	Mike was close to me then, and he said, "Is there going to be a
fight?"
	Kevin overheard him.  "Not a fight.  A rape.  I'm gonna tear his
fuckin' ass up."
	"Right, cunt breath.  Right after I choke you to death with my
cock," Brian said.
	"That's it, motherfucker.  Your ass is mine."
	Kevin lunged at Brian and knocked him down onto his back.  Kevin
moved so quickly I didn't really see everything that happened.  He grabbed
Brian's legs and threw them back.  He quickly got into position between his
legs, and in a second I heard Brian groan.  I couldn't tell if it was pain
or not, though.  Kevin started humping Brian fast and hard.  Brian had
stopped struggling, and Kevin slowed in his thrusts.  In a few seconds,
Brian was moving with him, and they were both moaning in apparent pleasure.
They kept it up for ten or fifteen minutes.  Kevin tongued Brian's nipple
ring, and that made Brian moan louder.
	"God, Kevin," Brian said.  "That's so good.  So good."
	"Don't come on me yet, Huck.  I'm not there yet."
	"Okay," Brian gasped.  "Slow down some."
	Kevin obeyed and all but stopped moving in his brother.  In a few
seconds, Kevin asked, "You ready for me to start again?"
	"Yeah.  Fuck me hard."
	Again, Kevin obeyed.  About a minute later, they both let out loud
groans.  Kevin bucked into Brian furiously, and Brian bucked right back.
They both had what looked like stupendous orgasms.  Mike and I were both
hard as rocks by then, and he had even stopped taking pictures to watch.
After a few minutes to catch their breaths, Kevin pulled out.  He and Brian
were still hard when they walked over to us.
	"That was quite a show," Mike said.  "I thought you guys were going
to eat each other alive, though."
	They laughed.
	"We were just playing," Brian said.  "We'd never hurt each other.
Not on purpose."
	"Do you guys ever fight," Mike asked.  "My brother and I used to
fight pretty bad.  One time our dad got so mad at us he put us out into the
yard for the whole night."
	"Not really," Kevin said.
	"Sometimes we disagree, but never very seriously," Brian said.
	"Brian, you hit Kevin Sunday.  That was in anger," I said.
	"Yeah, but I deserved it," Kevin said.  "I farted in front of you
guys, and I didn't have to do that.  I could have excused myself.  Or just
held it in.  I was just trying to be cute, and, instead, I was very
vulgar."
	"He didn't just deserve it.  He needed it.  He can be a real
asshole sometimes."
	"Yeah, I can be, guys.  Remember that," Kevin said.
	"Well, guys fart in front of other guys all the time," Mike said.
"At least, doctors do.  And my fraternity brothers did."
	"Mine, too," I said.
	"Oh, we do, too, but it was different Sunday.  We hardly knew Mike
then, or you, J."  Then, "Did you guys ever play the fart game," Brian
asked, obviously experienced at farting in public and obviously warming to
the subject.
	"I don't know," Mike said.  "How do you play?"
	"Well, let's say several guys are sitting around talking.  Like
now.  If one guy farts, everybody else has to knock on something, usually
something made out of wood.  The last guy who knocks, or if a guy doesn't
knock at all, gets the fart.  And everybody else punches him."  Kevin
nodded in agreement with the rules when I looked at him.
	"Gosh, that sounds like fun, guys," Mike said, sarcastically.
	"Okay.  Anyway," Brian said.  "That's the fart game.  I guess it's
pretty Cub Scout."
	"Yeah, we haven't played that game in a long time," Kevin said,
making sure we knew they weren't that immature.
	We let the subject of farts drop, and Brian and Kevin sat down in
chairs at the table.  The temperature had dropped fifteen or twenty
degrees, and the boys started shivering slightly.
	"Let's go into the pool house," Kevin said.  "We're a little cold."
	We picked up our stuff and went inside.
	"Wow, this is nice," Mike said.  He had been in there earlier in
the afternoon to take pictures of the boys in the shower, but he hadn't
noticed it.
	"Thanks," Kevin said.  "This place is like our clubhouse.  Brian
and I spend a lot of time in here in the summer, especially."
	Brian put some CD's on the stereo.
	"That music reminds me of your playing and singing earlier," Mike
said.  "You guys are really good.  You both play piano and guitar?"
	They nodded.
	"Anything else," he asked.
	"Harmonica."  "Electronic keyboard."  They each answered.
	The first CD was a Jimmy Buffett.
	"You guys really like Jimmy Buffett," I said.
	"Yeah.  We're parrot heads," Kevin said.  "So's our dad and Chuck
and Calvin."
	"You ever been to Margarittaville in the Quarter," I asked.
	"Yeah," Brian said.  "We've been there several times, twice when
Jimmy was there.  Chuck and Calvin and Dad all went, too."
	"Is that a bar I see over there," Mike asked.
	"Yeah.  Would you like a drink," Kevin asked.
	"Now that you mention it, I think I would," Mike said.
	"Who else," Kevin asked.
	We all said we wanted something.
	"What?  Scotch," he asked.
	"Scotch's great," Mike said.  I seconded that.  Kevin got up and
made drinks.  Brian got up and got some snacks.  They apparently had a
fully stocked bar and a fully stocked pantry out there.  Kevin passed out
the drinks.  Then he sat next to Brian on a loveseat.  They were both still
half hard.
	Mike and I re-lit our cigars, which had gone out during the rape
scene, and the boys fired up cigarettes.  The scotch was unusually
flavorful and smooth, and I was really enjoying myself, relaxing with the
guys.
	"J, when do your exams start," Brian asked.
	"Thursday.  I have one Thursday at four o'clock, one Friday at ten,
and another Friday at three.  My last one's Monday at three.  Then I'm
finished college."
	"God, that sounds good," Kevin said.  "I wish we were finishing
college, instead of our junior year of high school.  What's college like?"
	Mike said, "From what you guys demonstrated earlier about biology,
apparently its not much, academically from what y'all are doing now."
	We talked about college.  Mike and I told stories from our
fraternities.
	"Our dad wasn't in a fraternity," Kevin said.  "But he was in some
kind of club that was like a fraternity called Skull and Bones.  He goes to
a reunion almost every year."  Then they shrugged.
	Mike looked at them thoughtfully.  Then he said, "You guys don't
have a clue, do you?"
	"About what," Brian asked.
	"About Skull and Bones.  About the Yale-Harvard Law combination.
About how rich you are."
	"Not really," Kevin said.  "Why should we?"
	"Your dad must be a hell of a guy," Mike said.
	"Well, he is.  At least to us.  He's the greatest guy in the world
to us," Kevin said.
	"Skull and Bones is the most prestigeous college organization in
the country.  Maybe the world," Mike said.  "And only the very, very best
get a shot at Yale-Harvard Law.  And your dad is worth millions.  Maybe
hundreds of millions."
	"We said he was the greatest guy in the world," Brian said.  That
ended the conversation, as far as they were concerned.  Mike and I looked
at each other, smiled, and shook our heads.
	"Clueless," he said.
	"Innocent," I said.
	"Not hardly," he said, and we both laughed.  They looked at us like
we were crazy.
	We sat quietly, nursing our drinks.  After they had finished
theirs, Brian and Kevin left the pool house and went up to bed.  Mike and I
had another drink, but we weren't long behind them.