GREEK TWINS by Zipper Bird I hung up the phone after speaking with my landlord, the expression "Greek twins" still ringing in my ears. He said he hired new painters, Niko and Dino, a set of twins from Athens who could speak very little English, and that they were on their way over now. I would have to let them in downstairs as soon as they buzzed without asking who they were on the intercom. "Certainly they could say their names," I thought to myself. I stared at my yellow walls, which 6 years ago when I first came to Brooklyn, were white. And then there was the replastering that had to be done on the bathroom ceiling, where the upstairs neighbor had let his bathtub overflow one day. All these little problems seemed to melt away, including my disgust at having to take a day off from work just to supervise the painting of the apartment, at the evocative words "Greek twins." Chances are they'd be a pair of old guys, who'd bring out souvlaki sandwiches to eat for lunch, maybe a clove of garlic to chew on the side. Still, I had to shower and put on my contact lenses, just in case they turned out to be young Greek gods who were hung, horny and interested in action. Not overly optomistic, I prepared myself to help two old men avoid dropping globs of ceiling paint on the grand piano. "Buzzzzzzzzzz." I jumped up and ran down the stairs into the lobby to let them in so they wouldn't have to search for the apartment. Niko and Dino were standing in the vestibule and fidgeting while looking out at the sidewalk, probably wondering if they had the right place. As I went to open the door, looking at their backsides through the glass, I could see they were more than I could have hoped for. No more than 20 years old, they were identical and could have played leading men in foreign films. They were clad in baggy paint-spattered overalls, but there was a promise of strong, beautifully proportioned bodies underneath. Their faces alone were works of art. Electric green eyes that were made even more intense looking by long black eyelashes and straight thick eyebrows, seemed to glow catlike in the dim lobby light. They had the type of facial beauty that only men can have, who don't need makeup like women do to intensify their features. "Do you understand any English?" I asked, speaking slowly, as the three of us stood in the yellow hallway of my apartment. They both looked at each other and after a few moments and a short exchange in Greek, one said "a little English" gesturing with his finger and thumb held closely to show how little. "Deutsch, Francais, Espagnol?" I asked, suddenly thinking to myself it would be embarassing if they started speaking Spanish and that I shouldn't have included that as one of the languages in which I could communicate effectively. "No, no, no...a little English is all," the other one said making the same "little" gesture with his fingers. I laughed and started to speak English anyway, adding a lot of gestures to lead them away from the living room, and my grand piano, and into the other side of the apartment so they could start in the kitchen and the second bedroom, which I use as a room for my exercise equipment and computer. "Start here, okay?" I said, as they started to unpack their drop cloths and set their buckets of paint down on them neatly. Niko, or was it Dino, went back down to his truck and brought up two step ladders while the other brother readied the drop cloths and started stirring the paint. I noticed as they first entered the apartment that they seemed inordinately interested in the piano and said something in Greek to each other about it. I imagined they were plotting to whitewash its shiney black German Steinway finish, as they chuckled over their comment in Greek to one another. Taking an interest in the paintings on the wall, one said something that sounded remarkably like "Schiele," as he pointed to a print that was a reproduction of a drawing by the Austrian artist Egon Schiele. They both wore gloves, which struck me as being a little overly fastidious when using waterbase paint, especially for immigrant wall painters. Work in the kitchen went fast and they used a semi-gloss on the walls near the stove and refrigerator. They liked talking to each other, once they could see that I didn't mind. I couldn't stop looking at them. Even if there'd been just one guy this attractive, but with two...They seemed to enjoy me watching and would often smile at me, with such a look of intellectual depth in their deep green eyes that I had to wonder what they were doing in the painting business. There was something else in their glances too. They looked at my body up and down, their lips parted slightly, showing obvious sexual interest that couldn't be misinterpreted. Getting a hardon just from looking at them, I went into the bathroom to compose myself, and splash a little cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror at my 30 year old face and thought I was still pretty good looking. After all, I was voted "best looking" in my high school class 12 years ago, and had been an active speed skater and cyclist -- there was nothing to be insecure about. A plan of action was called for. I couldn't let this chance to fuck these sexy Greeks slip by. Going to the closet and pulling out an issue of Mandate, I went in and placed it on the table next to the weight bench, opening it to the centerfold. They were just finishing the kitchen, straigtening up after bending over to apply a last brushstroke to the baseboard. One asked me, by pointing to the tap and moving his hand like he was drinking, if he could have a drink of water. I brought out 2 glasses and they removed their gloves and stood leisurely by the sink, taking turns filling their glasses and drinking, looking more like millionaire playboys on a yacht slugging back scotch than housepainters. It was a hot summer day in Brooklyn and I had room air conditioniners only in the living room and bedroom. The twins were both sweating and one, while drinking his water, leaning seductively at the sink, opened a few buttons of his one piece overall and moved his hand casually over a hairy nipple on his chest. He had dark hair down the center line of his chest as well and I felt faint with lust at the sight of it. When I saw that we was wearing no shirt beneath his overalls, I wanted to rip it off and have him right on the kitchen table. While watching him drink, I noticed something unusual. The bare hand wrapped around his water glass was strong, long fingered and elegantly shaped. There wasn't a mark on it. They weren't workmen's hands at all. Finished with drinking water, I lead them into the weight room which is where my exercise bike, weights and bench are kept. One twin noticed the weights and asked "Youuuu," drawing the last vowel out while making a motion like he was lifting a barbell. I took off my t-shirt and extended my arms showing him my shoulder, chest and arm development. They were both too occupied with dragging in the dropcloths and paint cans from the kitchen to notice the open centerfold I'd placed on the table. I stood at the doorway waiting for one to notice it. While he was carrying a corner of the canvas dropcloth over the table he glanced down and stopped for a second and looked at the photo of the handsome face and nude dark body, which resembled him. He smiled to himself and said something in Greek to his brother that sounded approving, and then looked up at me intently, unsmiling. Our eyes met and he touched his crotch with his gloved hand. Seeing that, I knew the temperature on this sweltering day was going to rise higher than predicted my the weatherman. I froze in the doorway. Just as I was about to walk toward him as he was touching his crotch, he stepped up on his ladder and finished the last corner of the ceiling. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly become laden with a wanting sexuality along with a humid paint smell. Their Greek chatter had all but ceased. It was getting toward noon and the temperature in the room was well above 85 degrees. Dino stepped down from his ladder and set his roller down. Niko sat on the weight bench and unbuttoned his painting suit down to the waist, squirming out of the top half. Entering the room with glasses of water in my hands, he looked up at me and said "it is hot, no?" His bare torso was beautiful, thin, but strong, and sweat was running in rivulets down his pectoral muscles to his stomach. He put his waterglass down and motioned for me to come closer to him. I moved over to him as if drawn by a magnet. Wearing only a pair of gym shorts, no underwear, I stood in front of Niko on the bench. He put his hand on my thigh and let it slip slowly down while staring right at my growing crotch. I stepped out of my shorts and my large cock sprung out horizontal, only inches away from Niko's sensually parted lips. He grabbed it and took it in his mouth as naturally as if he were shaking hands. Turning my head to see what Dino was up to, I watched him taking his suit off, struggling to remove his underwear, which showed a massive bulge. He put his hand on my ass and then felt between my legs, stroking the inside of my leg. I unbuttoned Niko's pants and told him to stand up and take them off. We were all naked and Dino came around to the front where his brother had resumed sucking my cock. His face close to mine, our mouths opened and began exploring. The feel of four hands running over my body, as well as two mouths sucking on me was out of this world. I sucked both their cocks alternately and kissed their mouths which kissed me together, taking both their tongues in my mouth at once. The stimulation was close to driving me insane as I wanted to devour both of them at once. Niko turned his back toward me and bent over as he guided my dick up his ass while Dino fucked me from behind. I turned and then fucked Dino and let Niko fuck me feeling like the white rabbit in sexual wonderland. Their cocks and asses were exactly the same, of course, and like their hands, beautifully formed. We had orgasms a group total of 6 times and lay atop the rug, panting, smelling of cum, which we spread over each other, and a little like shit from the heavy greek action. We continued to stroke each other's bodies and then finally Dino let out a long loud sigh, throwing his arms over his head and said in clear English "I think we're going to like it here in New York, do you not think so Niko." Niko responded quickly, "That's for sure, I feel it in my ass!" We all laughed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower together. "I'm sorry that we deceived you Tim" Dino said in the shower, "We speak English well." "Niko and I had to work for the summer to earn money to attend school" he continued. "You see, our uncle told us that we should pretend we don't speak any English so that your landlord will think we are real housepainters and here for longer than the summer -- he wouldn't give us a job if he knew we were going to attend school in September." His brother continued..."That's right, we both went to Athens Conservatory and come here to study music on scholarship, but it doesn't cover our living stipend." "Really!" I said excitedly, "where will you study? What instruments do you play?" "We will study at Juilliard -- Niko on violin, and myself, piano." After showering, we sat undressed at the dining room table and I fixed some lunch for all of us. "Now I see why you wear gloves while painting -- to protect your musician's hands" I said, confirming my earlier suspicions. "Yes, we don't like getting our hands dirty, although painting walls can be most satisfying and we like doing it." After eating lunch I asked them to come into the living room. Dino sat down at the Steinway and played a rapid arpeggio and exclaiming "fantastic, such a beautiful piano." I brought out some 4-hands music and shoved him over on the bench saying "okay Greek stud, play!" After we finished a page of Mozart together, Niko standing behind us, violinless, I stopped and said, "just wanted you to see that I don't have this here just to decorate the room." Niko wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck saying, "Your playing is wonderful...better than Dino...where did you study?" "Oh, I went to Indiana University, and later to the Paris Conservatoire for 2 years with Marguerite Long." Dino grabbed me and kissed me on the bench saying, "we shall be a famous duo piano team, and give concerts together" his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. Niko pouted, tapping his foot in mock anger, threw his arms into the air and said "And what about me? Who will accompany me when I play my violin concerts? Dino said something to him in Greek and then translated for me, "I told him he could stick his fiddle up his ass." Unable to order fellow musicians, now lovers, to finish painting the apartment, I had them stay over. They insisted on finishing the walls though. Instead of tipping them for jobs well done, I let them move in. They were only too happy to get off their uncle's sofa and live with me. Of course, I had to get a larger bed. We made lots of music that summer... THE END