Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 08:36:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 6

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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 6


	The rest of that week was spent in more or less the same kinds of
activities.  I had a chance to study more than I had in three years, and,
consequently, I was well prepared for my exams.  Mike and I got to know one
another really well, and more than a few times we swapped body fluids.  I
got to know Chuck, too, who was obviously a very big part of the boys'
lives.  Chuck turned out to be highly intelligent and very cultivated.  I
didn't meet Calvin that week because he was out of town with Tom, but I
learned a lot about him.
	Tom was supposed to come home Friday night, but on Thursday night
we got a call from him saying he wouldn't be home until Monday night.  He
asked if I could stay over, and, of course, I said yes.  I wasn't on salary
yet, but he was paying me $400 a night to stay there.  That would be $4,800
for twelve of the most enjoyable days of my life.  Was he kidding?  Would I
stay?  Could he drive me away?

	After Tom's phone call on Thursday night, Mike, the boys, and I had
a discussion of what to do for the weekend.  Mike's flight was at four
Monday afternoon, so we'd be able to take him to the airport and pick up
Tom all in one trip.  The boys had had two exams that week, and they had
three the next week, but the next day--Friday--and Monday were clear.  I
had already done all the studying I needed to for my exams the next week,
so we decided to go on an adventure.
	Mike had accepted the job with the New Orleans practice, and they
were thrilled he would be coming aboard.  He had told them he wouldn't be
coming in on Friday, so he was good to go.  The boys decided they could
easily take Friday and Monday off, and I certainly could.  Our only
decision was where to go.
	Mike said he had no preferences, and I really didn't, either.  The
boys said they wanted to go to a beach near Destin, Florida.  They said
they heard there was a nude beach there, and they wanted to work on their
"all-over" tans.  That was fine with us.  They called Chuck for his opinion
of the idea, and Chuck apparently gave his consent.  The next morning,
around seven, we packed their Bronco and headed out.  It took us about five
hours to get to the place, and we checked in to a really nice hotel right
on the beach.
	Kevin was to be our tour guide.  He asked the bellboy about the
nude beach, and he gave him complete directions to it and a mini-lesson on
etiquette, as well.  By two o'clock, we were all buck naked on the beach.
	I had thought that that would be a men-only beach, but I was very
wrong.  It was definitely co-ed, and the women were just as naked as the
men.  It was early in the season, and there weren't a whole lot of people
there.  But there were enough to make it interesting.
	The boys were tanned all over from having spent hours in the sun
naked already that spring, but Mike and I had definite tan lines where our
bathing suits had been.  Plus, neither of us was all that tanned to start
with.  Kevin suggested we put on sunscreen, but they didn't offer to put it
on us, that time.  They were interested in the women.
	After a little while, Kevin went for a walk down the beach.  In
about fifteen minutes, he came back saying there was a volleyball game
going on a little further down.  Brian went eagerly, and Mike and I went
reluctantly.  They presented themselves as a team, and they were really
good.  I guess natural athletes are good at all sports.  They played three
teams of men and two mixed teams, and they won it all.  Mike and I watched,
cheered for them, and drank beer from the cooler we had brought with us.
When they had finished, we all went for a swim in the Gulf.  The water was
cool and refreshing, but the best part of it was the color.  It was the
prettiest blue-green I had ever seen.
	After our swim, a lifeguard in white Speedos approached the boys
about playing in a volleyball tournament the next day.  They could be nude,
if they wanted, and most of the other teams would be.  Were they
interested?
	"Yeah," Kevin said.  "We're interested."
	"Well, be here at nine tomorrow morning," the lifeguard said.  "It
starts at 9:30.  And guys," he said, "I wouldn't wear suits, if I were you.
When other people see those dicks, they'll be intimidated.  You'll have a
real psychological advantage."  They really didn't need to hear that, of
course.  I had already decided they would have to wear suits, and that was
only going to make it harder for me to enforce my ruling.  Actually, I
didn't give a shit if they wore suits or not, so I decided not to bring it
up.
	We stayed on the beach for another couple of hours, and we went
back to the hotel around six.  Kevin and Brian were in one room, and Mike
and I were in another.  We decided to meet for dinner around seven.
	Promptly at seven, they knocked on our door.  I let them in, and
they had two glasses (one for each of them), a bucket of ice, a bottle of
really good scotch, and several bags of potato chips, Cheetos, and other
snacks.  We had a couple of drinks, and then we went to dinner at the hotel
restaurant.  It was a nice place, and they served the boys drinks, and wine
with dinner, without question.  After dinner, we went to several clubs on
the Destin strip.  We ended up at a kareoke club, and the boys had a ball,
singing, dancing, and flirting with the girls in there.
	We left that place around midnight and went to bed.  Mike and I did
a little messing around, as you would expect, and I have no idea what Dick
and Peter did that night.  The next morning, though, they were pounding on
our door at 6:30.
	I stumbled to the door still half asleep.  They were both ready and
dressed only in their bathing suits.  When they saw we were still sleeping,
they got a look of disappointment on their faces.
	"What time is it," I asked.
	"It's 6:30," Brian said.  "I'm surprised you guys aren't up yet."
	"Jesus Christ!  Give us a fucking break," Mike said in a pathetic
voice.  The boys laughed.
	"All right.  We'll go get breakfast and have a swim," Kevin said.
"We've got to be there by nine, though.  Y'all are coming with us, aren't
you?"
	"We wouldn't miss it," I said.  "Now get the fuck outta here."
They laughed as I shut the door in their faces.
	They were back at the door at 8:30, and by then Mike and I had
managed to come to.  I had ordered coffee from room service, and we were
both more or less ready for the day.
	Kevin and Brian came into our room, and I could tell they had been
working out.
	"Did you guys swim," I asked.
	"No.  We found out this place has a gym, so we worked out.  Can you
tell," Kevin asked.
	Could I tell?  They both looked like somebody had stuck an air hose
up their asses and had let it rip.  They were both gorgeous, and their
muscles were perfectly sculpted.  The tattoos looked great against their
tanned skin, and I knew they were in for some major admiration on the
beach.
	We walked down to the area where the volleyball tournament was to
take place, and I was surprised to see there were forty or fifty people
there already.  Apparently they take their beach volleyball seriously in
Florida.  Some of the people were already drinking beer, and just about
everybody was nude.  Mike and I laid out a couple of large beach towels to
lie on, and Kevin and Brian went to a table that was set up next to the
court to see what they were supposed to do.  Kevin came back to where we
were in a minute and started digging in the leather pouch they kept money
and cigarettes in.  He took out two twenty-dollar bills.
	"It's twenty bucks a piece to enter," he said.  Then he trotted
back to the table.
	"Who was that stud," one of the guys on the blanket next to us
asked.
	"His name is Kevin Finch," I said.
	"Where'd he get that fuckin' build, man?  That dude is awesome."
	"I know," I said.  "And there's another one just like him.  He's an
identical twin."
	"Whoa," the guy said.  "This might be my not-so-lucky day."
	I didn't ask him to explain; I figured he was going to play in the
tournament and was getting worried about the competition.  He and the boy
with him were nude, and their cocks were both no more than two inches,
soft.  Wait till you see their equipment, I thought.  Then you'll really be
intimidated.  When I saw the competition, I knew the lifeguard had been
right.
	By 9:30 there were ten two-man teams entered in the tournament.
That event was being sponsored by Budweiser, and the company had put up
five hundred dollars in prize money.  Not only that, but they had some of
their Budweiser girls out for the day, and they were already busy
distributing free beers to anyone who would take one.
	Brian and Kevin were supposed to play for their first time in the
third game.  They came and sat with us to watch the others.  They were
pretty exciting, with lots of dives into the sand to save balls at the last
instant.  About ten minutes before their game, they each did fifty
pushups. Then, just before they were called to play, they took out cocoa
butter and rubbed it all over themselves, including the parts concealed by
their bathing suits.  But they didn't take their suits off, as I thought
they would do.  Instead they went out to the court and did some warm-ups.
The other team was nude, and, frankly, they didn't have much.
	Just as the referee was about to blow the whistle to start the
game, Kevin said, "Let's take these damn suits off."  They slithered out of
the trunks, and the crowd cheered.  The other team looked at them in
disbelief.  They looked magnificent.  They were still pumped from their
morning workout, and the cocoa butter made them glisten, thus highlighting
their muscular definition.  Their cocks and balls looked enormous compared
to the other team, and the two boys opposing them showed their admiration
for the twins on their faces.
	Well, that game was a farce.  The Finches won it by eight points.
They did their share of sand surfing for the ball, and one time Kevin even
grabbed his dick and nuts as though he had injured himself.  Later he told
us he had done it for the effect, and it made the crowd wild.  They were
clearly the darlings of the morning.  When they won their game, two
Budweiser Girls presented them with beers and then long, deep kisses.  When
they stepped away, the boys were both obviously better than half-hard.  The
crowd loved that even more.
	It was a single-elimination tournament, so it moved pretty fast.
The next game was pretty one-sided, too, and the boys on the blanket next
to us won.  In the next round, our kids beat their opponents by a smaller
margin than they had beaten the first team, and that time the Bud Girls
really let them have it.  They were both almost fully hard when they
finished with them, and the crowd cheered even more.  They team next to us
drew a bye, so we didn't get to see them play again.
	By the end of the tournament, there were three teams left.  Kevin
and Brian went against one of the other teams in the first round of the
finals, and our boys won by three points.  They had to play the other team,
though, which were the two guys who were our neighbors.  If our guys lost,
the other two teams would play.  A team had to win two in a row to be
tournament champs.
	The neighbors were good.  It was nip and tuck throughout the game,
and Mike and I were really getting excited.  Our boys were the favorites of
the crowd, and that had to have had some effect on the other team.  Kevin
and Brian were ahead by one point, and, if they made the next one, they
would win the whole show.  Kevin was serving, and the crowd got very quiet.
Then Kevin walked up to the net and indicated he wanted to talk to the
other two.
	Once that was over, he went back, served, and they missed it.  Our
guys had won.  The Budweiser people made a big deal out of it and gave them
medals, along with five hundred in cash.  They also gave them each a case
of beer, a bagful of Budweiser trinkets, and big, long, wet kisses from the
Bud Girls.  Brian and Kevin got hard-ons, but the losers got nothing.
Kevin gave them his case of beer and a friendly punch on the shoulder, and
I thought that was a nice gesture.
	By then it was nearly two o'clock.  Mike and I were starving, and
the boys could have eaten horses.  We went back to our rooms, showered,
shaved, and met in the hotel restaurant at three.  Brian and Kevin were
both wearing 501 jeans shorts and tank tops, but their clothes weren't the
same colors.  The boys were ecstatic, and they both ordered huge meals.
While we were waiting for our food to come, I asked Kevin what he had told
the other team just before his last serve.
	"I told them that if we lost, we knew where they were staying.
Brian and I would break into their room and fuck the shit out of them
tonight.  I rattled them enough that they weren't paying attention to my
serve."
	Mike burst into uproarious laughter, and people at other tables
looked at us.
	"That is so fucking cool," Mike said.  "How'd you think of that?"
	"Well," Brian started, "the lifeguard said yesterday that our cocks
would intimidate our opponents.  That was just a little bit of psychology
to give us the edge.  Right, Huck?"
	"Right, Huck," Kevin said.
	We all laughed again.
	"What did you guys do when you went back to your room," Mike asked.
I could see the devilment in his face, and I wondered if the boys noticed
it.
	"What do you think we did," Brian asked.
	"Well," Mike began, "you were both naked and both had pretty good
boners.  I'd say you fucked like rabbits.  Am I right?"
	They looked at each other and laughed.  "Yep," Kevin said.  But
that was all.
	After lunch, we decided we could all use a little nap.  They wanted
to take a nap with Mike and me, so they came into our room.  There were two
double beds in the room, but we were only using one of them.  Mike got into
one bed, and I got into the other.  Kevin joined me, and Brian joined Mike.
I knew that would be a hot afternoon, in every sense of the word.
	Kevin got up close to me and put his arm over my chest.  He was on
his side, more or less.  In a few minutes, I could feel his hard,
already-wet cock on my leg.  I started getting hard immediately, and I
achieved maximum size in thirty seconds.  He started rubbing himself up and
down against me, and then he simultaneously started playing with a nipple
and licking my ear.  That drove me crazy, and I started fondling him.  He
changed positions pretty quickly and got down between my legs.  I put my
feet down solidly on the bed and bent my knees up.  He started licking my
balls, which really turned me on, and then he started licking my asshole.
Pretty soon he hoisted my legs up over his shoulders and started playing
with my anus with his hand.  He was very gentle, and he now and then rubbed
my ball sack.  He worked up a large glob of saliva and neatly dropped it
onto my asshole.  That felt surprisingly good.
	"You want some lube," I asked.
	"Not really," he said.  "I don't usually need any."
	Just then he worked a finger into my ass and hit paydirt.  I moaned
out loud, and Brian said, "Way to go, Kev."  As usual, he was putting out a
lot of precum, and he rubbed the head of his cock onto my ass to spread his
natural lube over me.  In a few minutes, he shifted position again, and
that time he inserted his cock into me.  He didn't go all the way on the
first thrust.
	"How's it goin'," he asked.
	"Great," I said.  "You can go all the way in.  It doesn't hurt."
	He took me at my word and plunged the rest of the way in.  He
pulled me back a little and shifted around so that his cock and my prostate
were in constant contact.  The feeling was so intense I almost lost my
load, but he played me carefully at that point.  I was fine for some time
to come.  Kevin fucked me gently but with feeling, and I felt my orgasm
build inside me.  When I was more than half-way there, he did the most
remarkable thing I'd ever seen.  He leaned far over me and took my cock
into his mouth.  He was fucking me and sucking me at the same time!
	That was more than I could stand, and, in a minute or two, I came
in a torrent.  My internal contractions triggered his orgasm, and he came
inside me in what must have been a tidal wave.  We both let out great
groans that our neighbors must have heard, and then he slumped onto me and
kissed me, allowing me to taste my own cum in his mouth.
	I later learned from Mike that Brian had followed the same course
with him, and he, too, had experienced one of life's colossal orgasms.
After cigarettes, we all went to sleep for our naps.

We woke up around seven o'clock.  It wasn't quite dark yet.  We all took
another shower, that time in pairs in our room.  We all put on the same
clothes we had put on that afternoon, and we decided to go get something to
eat.
	We went to a restaurant a little ways down from our hotel, and the
meal was excellent.  From the look on the hostess' face, she had a little
trouble with the way the boys were dressed, but she let us in anyway.  She
was maybe twenty-two, and they flirted with her outrageously.
	During dinner, we discussed our plans for the evening.  Budweiser
was throwing a big bash on the beach, and the boys, as winners of the
tournament, were kind of expected to be there.  That wasn't a problem,
though, because they wanted to go, anyway.  Mike and I didn't care, so that
would be our first stop.
	"My plans for the evening are to get laid," Kevin said.  "By a
girl.  I'm horny for pussy."
	"Me, too," Brian chimed in.  "All we've had is cock for the last
week or more.  Don't get me wrong, cock is good, but we need pussy, too."
	Mike had just taken a mouthful of wine when he said that, and Mike
started laughing and choking at the same time.  I got a little worried, but
it was quickly obvious he was okay.
	"So you guys are after pussy tonight," he asked.
	"Yeah," they said together.  Then Brian said, "You saw what those
girls did to us after the tournament.  We could have fucked them right on
that beach, in front of all those people."
	"I wanted to ask you guys about that," I said.  "Were you
embarrassed when you got hard?"
	Their looks at one another told me they didn't even comprehend why
they should have been embarrassed.
	"No," they said in one voice.  "Why should we?"
	"John, it was a natural reaction, after all," Mike said.
	"You wouldn't have been embarrassed," I asked him.
	"I would have been embarrassed to be in front of all those people
without clothes on.  Of course, I would have been embarrassed to get a
hard-on," he replied.
	"You guys are just from a different generation," Kevin said.
	Right, I thought.  I'm twenty-two and Mike's twenty-eight.
	"So, what's the bag limit," Kevin asked Brian.
	"Bag limit," Mike asked.
	"How many chicks will we be aiming at making it with," Kevin said.
	"Let's go for five," Brian said.  "We don't know these people."
	"Five altogether, or five apiece," I asked.
	"Five apiece," they both said at once.
	"Five times, or five different girls," Mike asked.
	"Five different girls," they said in unison.
	"Wow!" Mike and I said in unison behind them.  I think we were
picking up their ways.
	We finished at the restaurant and went back to our hotel.  The
party was supposed to be on the beach behind it, where the volleyball
tournament had been.  The stage was still set up from that morning, and a
DJ was already rocking out sound.  There were quite a few people there
already.  Most were standing around talking, but a few were dancing in the
pure-white sand.  A few people were naked, but most had dressed for the
evening.  There were two bars where they were passing out free Bub and Bud
Lite, and there were a couple of tables with food--raw vegetables and dip,
chips, peanuts, that kind of thing.
	Mike and I got beers right away, but the boys didn't want one yet.
Mike and I stayed together and talked to a few other people who were
standing around.  Kevin and Brian disappeared, no doubt to scout out their
prey.  The people we talked to were tourists from Georgia.  They had seen
the tournament that morning and wanted to know all about the boys.
	I got into a one-to-one conversation with a girl who was a junior
at the University of Georgia.  She had longish brown hair, a pretty good
tan, and a chest that begged to be fondled.  After we had talked for twenty
minutes or so, we danced.  A good many people were doing the Donkey Butt
and other obscene gyrations, so Libby and I--that was her name, Libby--did,
too.  I get a hard-on every time I dance like that, and that time was no
exception.  The next song was slow, so we held each other close.
	"You've got an erection, haven't you," she asked.
	"Yeah.  That's what beautiful girls do to me."
	"How flattering, John.  We could probably do something about that,
if you want to," she said.
	"I do want to."  All that time I had been rubbing against her.  I
lowered my hand to her breast and rubbed her nipple through her top.  I
rubbed her butt with my other hand, and the combination of moves was having
its desired effect.  She moaned slightly, and her breathing increased.
	"Where," she asked.
	"I'm staying here," I said.  "Let go to my room."  Without another
word, I took her hand and led her up to the hotel.  In the lobby, waiting
for the elevator, I kissed her passionately, and she responded to my tongue
with hers.
	Our rooms were on the tenth floor, but nobody got on the elevator
on that run.  From the elevator lobby, I thought I saw a "Do Not Distrub"
sign on my room, and I thought, shit, Mike beat me here.  I wasn't sure,
though.  As we walked closer, it turned out to be the boys' room.  I heard
the voice of one of them and of what sounded like two girls coming from
behind the door.
	Inside, I kissed Libby again with even more intensity than in the
lobby, and I slowly started undressing her.  She went to work on my
clothes, and, in a minute, we were both down to skin.  I moved her over to
the bed and continued kissing her.  Then I took one of her breasts into my
mouth and sucked the nipple into erection.  She was apparently of the
school of thought that thought the guy should do most of the work because
she just lay there moaning at my ministrations.
	I reached down for her pussy with my left hand, and she was soaked.
I inserted my "fuck-finger" into her and started probing.  I gently
massaged the area around her clitoris, and she responded with a louder moan
and a series of bucking movements.  She had come.  After a little more
finger-fucking, I moved into position between her legs.  I entered her
sweet pussy in one long thrust, and she sucked in air so hard I thought I
had hurt her.
	"Everything okay," I asked.
	"Oh, God, everything's fantastic.  Keep it up.  Keep it up."
	I stroked in and out slowly for the distance my five-and-a-half
inches would permit.  She had two or three more orgasms while we fucked.
Eventually, she put her hand on my butt and started rubbing it.  That
heightened my arousal, and I felt myself getting close.
	"I'm almost there," I said.
	"Don't come yet, John.  Just a couple more minutes, please."
	I slowed down to get control of my climax.  When I resumed regular
fucking speed, I was able to stay a good bit longer than I expected.  Then
it happened.  She arched her back for her grand orgasm and bucked
involuntarily.  That sent me over the edge, and I joined her.  It was an
altogether good fuck.
	After we had separated, I wanted a cigarette badly.
	"Do you mind if I smoke," I asked, just to be polite.
	"Well, yes, I do," she said.  "I get terrible headaches whenever
I'm around cigarette smoke.  Do you mind terribly?"
	"Of course not," I lied.  I immediately started thinking of ways to
get her out of there.
	After we snuggled and cuddled for ten minutes or so, I thought of
what to do.
	"I've got a roommate in this room," I said, "and he and I agreed
that neither of us would tie it up for more than thirty or forty minutes.
Besides, there's not a damn thing to drink in here, and I could use a
beer."
	"Me, too," she said.  Without saying anything else, we got up and
got dressed.
	"I can't leave this room like this," she said.  "Your roommate
should have things as nice as we did."  With that she started making the
bed, and I helped her.  Two minutes later, we were out the door.
	We went into the hall just as the door to the boys' room opened.
Kevin came out with two girls.  He held up two fingers, as though I
couldn't count them myself.  I gave him a thumb up, and he did the same to
me.  Then we both grinned.
	I got beers for Libby and me, and we stood around talking and
listening to the music for a few minutes.  I still didn't light up because
I was afraid the smoke would bother her even outside.
	Then she said, "John, I see two of my sorority sisters over there,
and I've got to talk to them.  I'll see you in a little while, okay?"
	"Sure," I said.  We were both obviously experienced at quick-fuck,
and neither of us wanted to spend any more time together.  I immediately
lit a cigarette and sucked the smoke into my lungs.  In a minute I found
Mike talking to a guy he appeared to know.  He introduced us, and the other
guy turned out to be somebody he had gone to high school with.
	"You look refreshed," Mike said to me.
	"Yeah, I am," I said.
	"I just saw one of 'em head out over that dune over there with the
two Budweiser Girls from this morning.  They aren't working tonight."
	"That must have been Brian," I said.  "I just saw Kevin coming out
of their room with two.  That's how they do it, I guess.  Two at a time."
	Mike laughed.  He told his friend Jeff about Kevin and Brian.
	"I saw them play volleyball this morning," Jeff said.  "Goddamn,
they're hung like fucking bulls."
	"You noticed," Mike said, a touch ironically.
	Mike and Jeff wanted to talk about old times and about the people
they both knew, and I felt in the way.  I noticed a guy in a Tulane
tee-shirt who was talking to a couple of other people.  I walked over to
them and asked him if he went to Tulane.  He did, and I joined them.  He
was local and had finished his exams already.  He told me about the beach
and what there was to do around there.
	By 11:30, we had been there two and a half hours, standing most of
the time.  I was a little bored with the party.  I saw Mike shaking hands
with his friend and the friend leaving, so I walked over to Mike.
	"How much more of this are you interested in," he asked when I
walked up to him.
	"Not much.  I'd kinda like to sit down for a while," I replied.
	"Where do you think the kids are," he asked.
	One of them emerged from the lobby of the hotel just then.  He
spotted us and headed in our direction.
	"Hi, guys," he said, even more cheerfully than usual.  It turned
out to be Brian.
	"Hi," Mike and I said together.  Then Mike: "Where's your brother?"
	"Kevin's out here somewhere," Brian said.  "He told me you got
laid, J.  How'd you do, Mike?"
	"Strike out, so far," Mike said.  "But I'm cool with that."
	"I've found out there are a lot of clubs around here," Brian said.
"Do y'all want to go somewhere else?"
	"I wouldn't mind," I said.
	"Me, either," Mike said.  "Let's go someplace we can sit down."
	"I'll go find Kevin," Brian said.  "I think I know where he is."
He left, and Mike and I stayed where we were.  Five minutes later, the two
of them joined us.
	"Y'all want to go," Kevin asked.
	"Yeah.  Kinda," I said.
	"That's cool.  I got my bag limit," Kevin said.
	"I did, too," Brian said.  "Let's split."

	We drove up and down the Destin strip, which was pretty lively.
Kevin spotted a TCBY, so of course we had to stop for them to get some
yogurt.  Mike and I got some, too, and it was pretty good after the beer
we'd drunk.
	After we ate our yogurt, we got back in the car and started
driving.  We didn't have a destination in mind because we didn't know the
place.  After ten minutes or so of driving, we spotted a place called The
Y'all Cum Saloon.  We pulled into the parking lot and went in to see what
was up.
	The Y'all Cum turned out to be a gay place.  We paid fifteen bucks
apiece to get in, and, once inside, a guy asked us if we had been there
before.  When we said no, he gave each of us a flyer to read.  This is what
it said.

	"The Y'all Cum Saloon is a Gay Bar.  It features male dancers who
take it all off.  If that isn't to your liking, leave now and get your
money back.  If you choose to stay, we have a few requests.
	1. Don't take any pictures.
	2. Don't grab the dancers.  Let them grab you.
	3. Take your dick out so we can see the effects our dancers have on
you.  It's part of their evaluations.  It's also part of our way of getting
to know our customers, if you know what we mean.
	4. Have a good time."

	After we had all read the flyer, I asked, "You guys still want to
go in here?"
	"Hell, yes," Brian and Kevin said in unison.
	I looked at Mike to see his reaction.
	"I'm game," he said.  "I've never done this before.  It might be
kind of interesting."
	So we unzipped or unbuttoned, pulled out, and went in.  They were
between sets, but there were some guys dancing to the music the DJ was
playing.  All of them were hard, and they were rubbing their cocks against
one another.
	"I'm gonna get hard just watching those fuckers dance," Kevin said.
	"Me, too," Brian responded.
	I was tired of beer, so I ordered a double scotch on the rocks.
The others followed suit.  There were tables in the back, but it was
obvious the place to be was on the floor, right in front of the stage.  We
sipped our drinks, which had not been watered, and each smoked a cigarette.
I looked around, and Kevin and Brian were being stared at by most of the
guys in the room.  They were oblivious to that, I think, and they were
dancing in place with one another, their cocks bobbing up and down in time
with the music.
	In a few minutes, the show started.  The first guy out was pretty
good, and I got about half hard.  Mike, I noticed, popped a boner almost
immediately, but Kevin and Brian stayed soft.  It's all that fucking they
had done, I thought.  Or maybe they were just "horny for pussy."
	On the second guy, I got fully hard, but the boys didn't respond.
The third act was a set of identical twins.  Those boys were blond, tanned,
and gorgeous.  Our boys' eyes opened wide, and they were both hard in less
than thirty seconds.  I could tell they were really excited at seeing boys
just like themselves, probably for the first time.
	The two on the stage were very sexy, and their dancing was making
my pre-cum start to drip.  Brian and Kevin were entranced, and their cocks
were pouring clear lube.
	In a few minutes, the twins on stage noticed the twins in the
audience, and they came over to the edge of the stage and extended their
hands.  Our boys took them, and the boys on the stage pulled them up.  Each
of the performers started dancing with one of our guys, and the crowd went
wild.  I had a hard time hearing the loud music over the cheering and
clapping and whistling.  The performers started undressing Kevin and Brian,
and our guys were only too willing to get naked.  All four men were as hard
as men can get, and all four had slimy cockheads from the juice they were
putting out.  Kevin and Brian had the larger set of cocks, but the boys on
the stage weren't under-endowed by any means.
	After the boys were naked, a manager or M.C. or somebody came on
stage with a microphone.
	"Fellas," he said.  "This is a Y'all Cum first, I think.  Let's
hear it for out twink twinkies."
	The house roared.  Mike looked at me and paraphrased Shakespeare:
"They lead a charm-ed life."  I had trouble hearing him over the noise, so
he said it again close to my ear.
	"God, you've got that right," I said.  He and I grinned like proud
parents.
	When the crowd settled down, the M.C. asked the boys their names
and where they were from.
	"New Orleans, eh," he asked.  "Half the guys in this room would
move there tomorrow, if they had the opportunity.  What are you doing
here?"
	"Just a long weekend at the beach," Brian said.
	"And to play beach volleyball," Kevin added.
	"So, you like volleyball.  There was a tournament today down at the
Tradewinds.  Did you guys play in it?"
	"We fucking won it," Kevin said.  The house roared at that.
	The guy next to me started beating on my arm in his excitement.
"Did you hear that," he asked.  "They fucking won the tournament!  Aren't
they fantastic?"
	"Yeah," I said.
	"They're with you guys, aren't they," he asked.
	"Yeah," I said again.
	"God, you're lucky," he said.  He was rather effeminate, and I knew
Kevin and Brian would have nothing but scorn for him.  Oh, well.  He'd
never get a chance at them, anyway.
	The M.C. turned the mike over to one of the performers, and he
asked the crowd, "You want these guys to dance with us?"
	A gigantic roar of YES came from the crowd, and Brian and Kevin
grinned at the prospect.  They really were exhibitionists, and they loved
showing off their bodies.  All four guys on stage were still hard, and when
the music started, they started dancing.  They were doing a kind of Donkey
Butt to the front, and they rubbed their cocks against one another.  Guys
on the floor started doing the same thing while keeping an eye on them, and
Mike turned to me to dance.  We slithered our cocks up and down against
each other's cock, and before the song, which lasted a good seven or eight
minutes, was over, we both came.  Guys were coming all around us, and the
boys on the stage came, too.  When they did, the crowd erupted into a
massive cheer.
	When the song was finished, all four boys disappeared backstage.
There were four more dancers, but they had a really tough act to follow.  I
think the audience appreciated the dilemma they faced, and they all got
rousing applause, even though they were second or third rate compared to
the two sets of twins.
	After the last dancer, the M.C. came back on stage.  "Guys," he
said, "we have a really special treat for you tonight.  It turns out the
New Orleans twins can sing!"  Cheers from the crowd.  "And they want to say
thanks for the warm welcome from Florida by singing a few songs by
Florida's own Jimmy Buffett.  So put your hands together for Brian and
Kevin."
	The noise was deafening.  The cheering and clapping and whistling
went on for a long time after the boys took the stage.  Kevin and Brian had
acoustic guitars around their necks, and the other two were behind a set of
drums and a keyboard, respectively.  They had cordless microphones around
their necks, too, and, otherwise, they were as naked as when they left the
stage earlier.  They weren't hard now, but their dicks still aroused a lot
of jealousy and admiration.
	They sang the same songs that night they had sung for Mike and me
earlier in the week, and they added more.  Kevin was lead singer on most of
them, and he had the audience eating out of his hand.  Brian did an equally
good job on the couple of songs he sang.  Guys were dancing and singing all
around Mike and me, and, of course, we danced and sang, too.
	After a set of about twelve songs, the M.C. came out and said,
"Okay, guys, let's hear it for our guests."
	The place broke into thundrous noise, and Brian and Kevin bowed
politely and grinned from ear to ear.  They loved the attention, and they
loved the praise.
	"Kevin and Brian," the M.C. said, "you're welcome here anytime, as
performers or guests.  We'll see that you get a lifetime free admittance.
Louisiana, Florida loves you!"  More cheering.
	They left the stage, and in about ten minutes they rejoined us.
They had the other set of twins with them.  Their names were Jack and Ed
Hightower, and I couldn't tell them apart.
	By that time it was one o'clock, and our boys wanted to get
something to eat.  I wasn't surprised.  We left the Y'all Cum Saloon, and
the M.C., who turned out to be the owner, was at the door to refund our
money.
	"I was serious when I said y'all don't ever have to pay to get in
this place, for the rest of your lives, or till we shut down, whichever
comes first.  Enjoy the rest of your stay."
	"Thanks," I said.  "I'm their big brother, and I'll see that they
come back."  I don't know why I said that, but I did.
	From there we went to an all-night diner, and everybody pigged out.
By the time we finished eating and paid our check, it was after two.  We
asked Jack and Ed, who turned out to be really nice guys, if we could take
them home or to their car.
	"Why don't you guys stay with us tonight," Kevin asked.
	They looked at each other and then said in unison, "Okay.  We'd
love to."
	Shit, I thought, they're all like that.
	We were back at the hotel in no time, and we went to our respective
rooms.  Mike and I were too tired to do anything but say goodnight.  God
knows what the twins were up to.