Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 10:45:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 8

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Twin Spin

Chapter 8

	The next week for me was a mixture of nostalgia, boredom, and
relief that it was all over.  After four years, I was eager to leave
college and all the bullshit that it entailed.  My fraternity had a
tradition of doing it up big for the graduating seniors, and there were
special meals and parties almost every night.  There was even a breakfast
that featured mostly Bloody Marys and Screwdrivers.  I was glad I had had
the week before to study for my exams because there was no way I would have
gotten any work done at the house.  I finished my exams on Wednesday, and I
spent Thursday and Friday packing up my stuff.
	My brother came in late Thursday afternoon, and my parents came in
Friday at noon for my graduation the next day.  They had all been to New
Orleans several times during my four years there, but we enjoyed going to
dinner at Antoine's Friday night and out on the town in the Quarter after
we ate.  My parents wanted to get to bed early, so they cashed it in around
eleven.  My brother and I decided to have a drink in the hotel bar.
	He wanted to know all about my plans for the future.  I told him
about my job with the Finches, my move to North Carolina, and my prospects
with Mr. Finch's companies.
	"So tell me about the two boys," he said.
	I didn't know where to begin, really.  I told him what they looked
like, and he was impressed by my description.  I told him about the sex,
too.  We didn't have any secrets from one another, and he'd told me about
his escapades, male and female, for years.
	"This sounds like one of those stories from Victorian England,
where the aristocrat hires the parson's son to be the tutor for his sons,"
he said.
	"I know.  I wish I had some clue where all of this was going to
lead.  I mean, it could end up being shit, or it could be the beginning of
a fabulous career.  I just don't know."
	"So what are you going to do during the day when they are at
school?"
	"Well, Mr. Finch wants me to work on an MBA.  I have a minor in
business, so I won't have to take many prerequisites.  He said he knows the
chancellor of the University of North Carolina system, and they have a big
branch in Asheville.  I guess it'll all work out."
	"Why an MBA," Steve asked.
	"Well, apparently Finch has plans for me in one of his companies,
and he wants me to know something about business for when the time comes.
He's paying for the course work and books and such."
	"Shit, why couldn't I have lucked out like that," Steve said.  He
laughed.  "You lead a charm-ed life, little brother," he said.  Mike had
used that phrase from _Macbeth_ for Kevin and Brian, and I noted the
coincidence.
	Around midnight, from out of nowhere, Kevin and Brian appeared in
the bar.  I had spoken with Brian earlier in the week and had told him
where we would be staying.  I guessed he and Kevin decided to track me
down.
	They came up to our table.  "Well, speak of the devil," I said.
	"Were you talking about Kevin," Brian asked.
	Steve and I both laughed, and Kevin punched him lightly on the arm
before laughing himself.  They were dressed in white shirts, 501's, school
ties, and navy blazers--their school uniforms, in other words. They said
they had just come from their school's graduation exercises, and they had
had to attend to keep their exam exemptions.  Their crotch bulges were
clearly visible, but they weren't hard.  That was just the way they looked
in jeans.
	"Steve," I said, "these are Brian and Kevin Finch.  Guys, my
brother Steve."  They both shook hands with him.
	"Won't you join us," Steve said.
	They sat at the table, and a cocktail waitress was there in an
instant.  They both ordered double scotch on the rocks, and, as usual, she
didn't ask for ID.  They each had rather large gifts with them, and I knew
they were for me.  They put them on a chair behind them, and after their
drinks arrived, Kevin said, "I guess we better give him our presents."
	"J," Brian started, "we might not see you tomorrow, so we wanted to
bring these down here tonight.  We hope you don't mind.  We know you want
to spend time with your family."
	"Of course, I don't mind.  We were just talking about you guys, and
Steve wanted to meet you."
	"That's right," Steve said.  "Of course you're welcome."
	"Well, this gift is from Brian and me," Kevin said, handing me one
of the large packages.  "It's a graduation present.  Open it."
	"You guys didn't have to do this," I said.
	"Well, sure we did.  How many times are you going to graduate from
college," Brian asked.
	I opened the box and gasped.  It was an all-wool navy blazer, four
dress shirts, six ties, and two pairs of trousers, one gray and one khaki.
The stuff all came from Brooks Brothers.
	"Jesus," I said, "this is a whole wardrobe.  You guys are too
generous."
	"No, we aren't.  This stuff'll look good on you.  We hope it's your
size," Brian said.
	I checked the sizes, and they were right on the money.
	"Open this one.  It's from Chuck," Kevin said, handing me a smaller
package I hadn't noticed before.
	When I opened it, it was a pair of Florsheim shoes.  They, too,
were just my size.  I had never owned a pair of shoes that nice before.
	The other large box was from Mr. Finch.
	"Dad wanted to be at your graduation," Kevin said, "but he had to
go to Argentina unexpectedly.  He always goes to the Tulane graduation
because he's on their board of trustees, but he couldn't postpone this
trip.  Open it."
	I did, and it was a navy suit, also from Brooks Brothers.  There
was a card inside, so I opened it.  When I opened the card, I found a check
for five thousand dollars.  I was weak.  I couldn't believe those people
were treating me that well.  When I looked at the boys, they were both
grinning.
	"Do you like the suit," Kevin asked.
	"God, I love it.  I love all this stuff," I said.  "I don't know
where to begin thanking you guys."
	"You don't have to thank us," they said in unison.  Then
alternatingly: "We love you, J.  You're going to be part of our family.  We
wanted you to have some stuff that you'd remember.  You can take it back if
it doesn't fit or if you'd prefer something different.  It's gotta be from
Brooks Brothers, though."
	"I love you guys, too.  You know that.  And thanks.  Thanks a
million.  And thank your dad and Chuck, too."
	After the gifts, we order another round of drinks.  I was pretty
pumped, and I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep any time soon.  The boys
said they were leaving for California the next afternoon.  They also told
me the house in Asheville wasn't quite ready and that the move wouldn't
happen until the following weekend.
	"Our stuff's all packed and ready to go," Brian said.
	"Yeah," Kevin affirmed.  "You and Chuck are supposed to supervise
the move.  There really isn't all that much to it, though.  We're leaving
the house here like it is, except for our clothes, books, computers, stuff
like that.  One medium-size truck is all that's coming.  Oh, and Dad
decided to ship the cars."
	Originally, the boys and I were going to drive up in three
cars--mine, theirs, and Mr. Finch's.  That was kind of a relief.
	"How am I getting there," I asked.
	"You and Chuck have to fly in Dad's plane.  We're shipping Chuck's
car, too.  And Calvin's.  And the pick-up.  It'll be a whole truck load of
our cars," Kevin said.
	"We'll fly commercial, directly from California to Asheville after
camp," Brian said.  "We're excited.  I hope you are."
	"I'm very excited," I said.
	"I wish I was going," Steve said.
	In a minute, Steve excused himself, and I followed him to the men's
room.
	"God, you said they were magnificent, but you didn't do them
justice.  They're fucking perfect," he said.
	"I know," I said.  "And you should see them naked."
	"Hung?"
	"Like bulls."
	"Life is just not fucking fair, is it?  Why should guys like that
be gorgeous, rich, and hung?"
	"And smart and cute and funny.  Don't forget those qualities," I
said.
	Steve hit me on the arm and said, "Bastard.  You've got all the
fucking luck."
	"Speaking of fucking, do you want to see if we can get them in the
sack," I asked.
	"Hell, yeah.  Do you think they'll want to?"
	"They always want to," I said.  He laughed.
	Back at the table, I suggested we go upstairs for a nightcap.
Brian looked at Kevin quizzically.
	"We thought you guys would want to be alone," Kevin said.  "To, you
know. . . ."
	"I've been here since Thursday afternoon," Steve said.  "We've
spent plenty of time together.  Come on up."
	They grinned at that.  "Okay," Brian said, and up we went.
	They weren't in the room a second when they had their coats and
ties off.  Steve and I took our shirts off, and then I suggested we get
really comfortable and strip to our underwear.  I knew the boys weren't
wearing any, and I hoped they'd take everything off.
	"We aren't wearing underwear," Kevin said.  "You mind if we just
get naked?"
	"Hell, let's all get naked," Steve said.  And we did.  Steve's eyes
popped open all the way, registering his surprise and amazement at the
boys' bodies.  They had obviously worked out that evening.  Those little
fuckers were counting on that encounter, I thought, and they had wanted to
make sure they'd impress my brother.
	"Your tattoos are really cool," Steve said.
	"Thanks," they responded.  "Did you notice our nipple rings," Brian
asked.
	"Yeah, I did.  Come here.  Let me see those up close."  Steve put
his hand on both boys' left nipples and started playing with their nipple
rings.  Steve was getting excited, and his dick was lengthening and
thickening without any stimulation.
	"If you keep that up, we're gonna get hard," Kevin said.  They had
both also started getting excited.
	"Do you want me to," Steve asked.
	"Yeah," they breathed together.  Steve continued working their left
nipples, and he told me to come over and work on their right ones.  Then,
he took Kevin and left Brian to me.  We stood in the middle of the room,
stimulating the boys' nipples with both hands.  Brian reached down and took
my cock in his hand.  He started working it, and pretty soon I was at my
full erection.  Kevin was working on Steve's nipples, and both he and Steve
were fully hard.  They rubbed their cocks together, something I knew both
guys loved, and, in a minute, Steve led Kevin to one of the two beds in the
room.  Steve pulled back the covers, and they got in bed.
	Brian was on his knees in front of me, sucking my cock.  The warmth
of his mouth was exquisite, and I fucked in and out of it, making sure not
to choke him.  Brian jerked his own cock as he sucked mine.  I was nearing
my climax, but I didn't want to come yet.  I pulled out of Brian's mouth
and lifted him to his feet.  Then I went down on him.
	Meanwhile, Kevin and Steve had gotten into the sixty-nine position,
and each man had the other's cock in his mouth.  They were both moaning
softly, so I knew they'd come soon.  I moved Brian over toward the empty
bed, and we, too, sixty-nined.  Steve was the first to come, and I followed
closely behind.  Kevin came in Steve's mouth, and then Brian came in mine.
Brian and I kissed and exchanged cum.  Kevin and Steve did the same.
	We were all still hard, so we changed partners.  Kevin lay next to
me on his side, with his right arm proping himself up.  He started stroking
my hard-on.  I just lay back and enjoyed it.  In the other bed I could hear
Steve and Brian kissing.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve licking
his way down to Brian's crotch.  He opened Brian's leg for a shot at his
hole, and then he started tonguing it, making Brian moan.
	Meanwhile, Kevin started giving me a "flat-hand," and I was loving
it.  He inserted a finger into my anus and started rubbing my prostate with
the same rhythm he used on my cock and balls.  I felt a mini-orgasm course
through me, then another.  Kevin knew what was happening, and he inserted
another finger into my ass.  That speeded up my orgasms, and they were
coming faster and harder.  Finally, before I could tell him anything, the
big one came.  The contraction lasted a long, long time, and I spewed cum
all over my stomach and chest in a great splash.  Barely waiting for my
climax to subside, Kevin started licking my asshole.  He buried his tongue
in me, and fucked down on it, trying to get more into me.  In a few
seconds, he was on his knees before me.  He raised my legs over his
shoulder and entered me.  I gasped at the pleasure.
	Brian was already inside Steve.  Steve had come again, too, but his
hard-on was still rampant.  Brian fucked him slowly and deeply, and Steve
moaned with obvious pleasure.  Kevin took my cock in hand, and he jerked me
in time with his fucking.  I wanted badly to come with him in me, and in
about five minutes my desire was fulfilled.  Kevin dumped a huge load into
my guts, and he made me come at the very moment he did.  Brian made Steve
come again, too, and then Brian plunged everything he had into my brother
and flooded his insides.
	After we had recovered for a little while, we proped up in bed with
cigarettes and fresh drinks.  Steve always got talkative after sex, and he
was going on about what great sex we had all had.
	It was only one o'clock, and I suspected the night wasn't over yet.
"Can we spend the night with y'all," Kevin asked.
	"Sure," I said.  "Is that okay with you, Steve?"
	"Hell, yes.  I wouldn't have it any other way."
	Brian got up and got a wet washcloth to clean his cock.  Then he
cleaned Kevin's.
	"We're ready for anything," he said with a devilish grin.

Kevin and Brian changed places.  Kevin draped his arm over Steve and
started gently rubbing his chest.  Then he started playing gently with his
nipple.  My brother was always a real nipple man, and his cock started to
swell.  Kevin kissed him deeply, and that made him even harder.  Then Kevin
started tonguing Steve's cock, licking it, really, like a lollipop.
	When Steve was good and hard, Kevin straddled his face, presenting
his ass to Steve for him to rim.  Kevin really liked that, and Steve
evidently was doing a good job of it.  Brian and I were watching, and both
of us were hard.  Brian started playing with his own cock.  Then he moved
to my side and wrapped both legs around me.  He got up very close to me and
started rubbing his cock on me.  He took hold of my cock and rubbed it
gently.
	Kevin said to Steve, "I want you to fuck the shit out of me."  That
was all my big brother needed.  He pulled Kevin to the end of the bed, put
Kevin's legs onto his shoulders, and entered him.  Steve thrust into him
five, ten, twenty times, and Kevin moaned with pleasure.  Then Kevin said,
"J, fuck Steve while he's fucking me."  Steve loves nothing better, so I
got into position and entered him.  Then Kevin told Brian to get where
Kevin could enter him, so Brian carefully crawled onto Kevin and sat down
on his cock.  "Okay, Steve," Kevin said, "blow Brian."  Brian moved his
cock as close as he could to Steve, and Steve simply bent over to suck it.
	"Okay, boys," Kevin said.  "Let's make this one last.  Anybody
close to coming?"
	Everybody said they were fine.
	"So let's take it slow and easy," Kevin, the sex-director, said.
	We all did as we were told.  That show went on for a good twenty
minutes.  Steve's ass was loose around my cock, and I could have lasted
longer.
	Finally, Kevin said, "I'm going to make myself come, and that
should set off a chain reaction.  Ready?  Here goes."  Kevin grunted loudly
and shot into Brian's ass.  Brian started coming into Steve's mouth, and
that, plus the contractions in Kevin's ass, set him off.  His ass got
really tight around my cock, and that made me come, too.  It all happened
in a few seconds, but we all had enormous orgasms that lasted forever.
	When we finally untangled, Steve was weak.
	"I've never done anything like that before," he said.  "You guys
are incredible.  Where'd you learn this stuff?"
	"We just kind of do what comes naturally," Brian said.
	We smoked again and had another drink.  By now, I was tired, and
the scotch was taking its toll. My graduation was at eleven, so I left a
wake-up call for nine.  We paired off for bedtime, Kevin with Brian and
Steve with me.  We were all covered with cum, but that didn't matter.  We
slept like babies in each other's arms.
	When the phone rang the next morning, Steve and I were both pretty
groggy.  Kevin and Brian were gone, but they left a note saying how much
they liked Steve and how much fun they had had the night before.  They were
sorry they couldn't go to my graduation, but they had a plane to catch for
California at one, and they were afraid it would be cutting it too close to
go to the ceremony.
	The graduation was fun, but I had a sense of regret during it that
I couldn't explain.  It was like my childhood was really over, and there
would be no going back to being a boy.  Later, I talked to Steve about that
feeling, and he said he had felt the same way when he graduated.
	My parents stayed until Sunday around five, and Steve and I put
them on a plane for New Jersey.  Steve and I moved to the Finch house,
which was empty except for Chuck.  Steve and Chuck got along great, and we
spent the next day, Monday, hanging out around the pool, nude.  Chuck
joined us Monday afternoon, and all of us got rip-roaring drunk on
Mr. Finch's liquor.  Chuck's Calvin was out of town, so he spent the night
in a room that was obviously his.  Steve and I slept together, but that
night we were too drunk to do anything sexual.  I felt as though Steve and
I needed some sexual contact.  For one thing, it had been a while.  For
another, I didn't know when we'd be alone like that again.
	Chuck went home Tuesday morning to tend to his and Calvin's things.
They were moving, too, of course, and they were keeping their house, just
as the Finches were.  There were clothes and personal effects to pack,
though, and Chuck had spent so much time getting the Finches ready to move,
he hadn't done much of his own packing.  He said he would see me Friday
morning when the movers came.  I said fine.
	Steve and I had a great week together.  We spent most of every day
nude around the pool, and at night we went out to eat.  I had more money to
spend than I had ever had in my life, thanks to Mr. Finch's generosity for
the ten days I spent with the boys and the present he gave me for
graduation.  My parents had given me a thousand as a graduation gift, so my
bankroll was right at ten thousand dollars, and I felt incredibly rich.
Steve suggested--insisted, really--that I buy eight thousand dollars' worth
of Mutual Funds, put a thousand in short-term savings, and put the
remaining money in my checking account.  He knew about that stuff, and I
didn't, so I took his advice.
	The sex we had that week was good.  Very good.  Steve had matured
into a very confident and commanding man, and he seemed more sensitive to
my needs than he ever had been before.  I really grew in love for my
brother that week, and we had a great time experimenting with things we'd
never tried with each other.  We did the round of clubs, straight and gay,
that seem to prosper everywhere in New Orleans, and I ran into two or three
people I knew.  Most of my friends from Tulane had pulled out of the city
for the summer, though, so even my old haunts were largely filled with
strangers.  We both got laid on what we had dubbed "pussy patrol" night,
and we linked up with guys on our "cock conquest" night, too.  Neither of
us found Ms. or Mr. Right, though.  Mostly, we just enjoyed each other's
company and took care of whatever came up.
	I put Steve on the plane for Chicago Thursday night and went back
to the Finch house for my last night in New Orleans.  I was a little sad to
be leaving that grand old city, but I knew I would be back before long.  My
four years there had been good ones, and I had a great many memories.
	The next morning Chuck woke me up at 7:30 with news that the movers
would be there in an hour.  He and I changed the sheets on my bed--God,
they needed changing--as I pranced around naked with a hard-on.  We
straightened up the room, and Chuck went downstairs to make me some
breakfast.  I hurriedly showered, shaved, and dressed, and I had the joy of
Chuck's last breakfast in that house as he joined me at the table.
	"Are you sad about leaving," I asked him.
	"A little," he said.  "I've lived here for quite a few years, now.
But I'm sure I'll be back.  Calvin will one day take over the South
American division.  Probably after the boys are in college and they don't
need a mama anymore.  One thing I'm not sad about is missing the infernal
summer we have here.  Have you ever spent a summer in New Orleans?"
	"No.  I've always gone home for the summer to work for my dad.  I
know it's hot, though."
	"'Hot' isn't the word for it.  Only 'infernal' will do."
	"I understand it's pretty nice in the summer in the mountains," I
said.
	"I have been in Boone, North Carolina, in July and needed a
sweater.  It's wonderful.  Of course, I don't know what the winters are
like.  I may change my mind about what a great place it is then.  I grew up
in Memphis, and it was pretty cold there in winter.  Of course, we didn't
live in the kind of place we'll live in in North Carolina."
	"What's the place in Asheville like," I asked.
	"Grand.  Very grand.  Tom's bought a big house on six hundred and
forty acres.  The main house has ten bedrooms and twelve bathrooms; that I
know.  I haven't seen it, mind you.  But Calvin has.  They've been working
on it for almost a year.  Getting it decorated, and such.  I'm going to
have a staff of two male housekeepers, a cook (whom I'm supposed to teach),
two gardeners, a handyman, and Tom's driver.  I'm going to feel like Hudson
on _Upstairs, Downstairs_."
	"The boys have been used to walking around nude.  Will that be a
problem?"
	"Of course not," Chuck said.  "Tom knows his sons.  All of the
staff will be men, and most of them will be gay.  I guess all of them will
be, really.  Or gay-friendly."
	"Is Tom gay," I asked.
	"No.  Tom's had a cock or two up his ass, and he's sucked a few,
too, I'd wager, but he's not gay.  At least not by my definition of gay."
	"And what is your definition," I asked.
	"Well, 'gay' means you're only ever interested in men.  I mean,
sexually.  I have women friends, of course, but I'm gay.  I don't ever want
to make it with a woman.  Tom does.  And the boys do.  And I suspect you're
in that same spot."
	"The way Kevin puts it," I started to say, "is 'sometimes. . . ."
	"We're horny for cock, and sometimes we're horny for pussy," Chuck
continued.  "I know all about that.  From them, that is.  Not personally.
I'm always horny for cock.  Calvin's cock.  Not yours.  Not theirs.  Not
Tom's.  Just Calvin's."
	"The other day they were talking about the fact that you're gay,
and I asked them if you ever put a move on them.  They said of course not,
but they'd let you do whatever you wanted if you did because they love you.
That's a pretty awesome tribute, I think.  To you and to the way they feel
about you."
	I thought I saw tears build in Chuck's eyes.  There was definitely
a look of pride and happiness and satisfaction on his face.
	"I raised those boys, J.  I'm the closest thing they've had to a
mother.  I know they love me, but it's good to hear it from you.  I've
never touched those boys in a sexual way, and I never will.  They're my
children, after all.  And they'll never know how much I love them."
	That conversation was interrupted by the buzzer from the gate,
which meant the movers were there.  He buzzed them in, and we supervised
the loading of the truck.  The other truck, the one for the cars, came
about an hour after the movers left.  Then, at 1:45, Chuck and I left in a
taxi for the lakefront airport, where the corporate planes were kept.  We
left the house locked, waiting for the security service that would be there
that night and every night until Mike moved in.  Chuck and I both said
good-bye to New Orleans, but we both knew we'd be back.