Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2023 18:02:25 -0400
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Hey Guv Chapter 2

Hey Guv: 2

When Monty woke up and found he wasn't alone in bed, he panicked. Then he
realized nothing happened but a little innocent cuddling. Okay, innocent
might not be the best adjective to describe the cuddling, but there hadn't
been any sex. So, Monty carefully untangled himself from the sleeping boys
and went to take a shower.

While he showered, Monty thought about why he let the boys into his
bed. Did he want something more to happen, or was it just a simple need for
human contact. Of course he found the boys sexy. If he'd met either of them
in a bar he'd have had no trouble bring one, or both of them, home to
fuck. However, something in the back of his head was screaming, "Danger!"

As he showered, Gregg walked in and started to piss, and suddenly he
realized that he may be making himself too at home. "Oh man," Gregg said,
"I wasn't thinking. I should have gone to the other bathroom. I'm just so
use to sharing a bathroom in the dorms that I don't even think about
civilized people and privacy."

"Not a big deal," Monty said with a chuckle. "I'm not so old that I've
forgotten what it is like in a college dorm. Besides, I've got it so
steaming in here it's hard to see anything."

Gregg went back to bed, and Monty finished his shower, then headed to for
closet to get dressed. He grabbed some boxers and a long sleeved Henley.
Then he went to the kitchen to start breakfast. The first order of business
was coffee. Normally, Monty drank a medium roast coffee, but this morning
definitely called for a dark roast. Many people mistakenly believe that the
darker the roast, the more caffeine, but that isn't true. It's just the
dark roast has that `slap-you-in-the-face' richness that seems to open your
eyes. Monty had become a bit of a coffee geek ever since the Christmas
Linda and Cory gave him a coffee class at a local artisan roaster as a
present.

Monty decided to make one of his favorites for breakfast: The Kitchen
Sink. There is a variation of The Kitchen Sink in almost every diner in
America, and it goes by a myriad of names. Monty's version began with diced
Potatoes O'Brian followed by layers of eggs, sausage, gravy, and cheddar
cheese.

While he scrambled eggs and fried sausage, Monty decided to check his
emails and said "Siri, check email."

"You have one unread email. Do you want to hear it."

"Yes."

"Due to the increased risk posed by Covid-19, the Fitness Center,
Clubhouse, Theater, Business Center, Sky Lounge, and Cafe Bar will be
closed until further notice. The outdoor pool, hot tub, and terrace will be
open subject to restrictions. Masks are required in all hallways and common
areas. Thank you for your cooperation, The Acoma Management."

"Fuck," Monty said. He, like most of the residents, had already been
wearing a mask and social distancing, but this was a new level of
isolation.

Monty was just finishing up the components of breakfast when the twins
emerged from the bedroom.

Gavin said, "Damn, that smells good!"

They each grabbed a cup of coffee, and Monty fixed them each a plate. The
twins were like starving wolves and gulped down their first helpings. Monty
wondered if they even had time to chew, let alone taste, their food. Monty
said, "I made you the first one, you can make a second if you want it."
Gregg and Gavin just about knocked each other down on the race to the
kitchen.

When they sat back down, Monty said, "I received an email from the
Apartment Management. They are closing all of the indoor common spaces,
including the Fitness Center. Fortunately it's getting warmer, so running
or riding bicycles are available. The Cherry Creek Trail is just a couple
of blocks from here, and it's a nice jog, especially since there are fewer
cars on Speer Blvd thanks to everyone working from home." One of the
fortunate effects of the pandemic was fewer cars heading into the downtown
every day, resulting in a corresponding improvement in the City's air
quality.

"I know we have to do whatever it takes to get things under control," Gavin
said, "but I was really excited about lifting weights."

"So was I," Gregg added.

"I might have a solution," Monty said. "When I was in high school, my
parents bought me a Bowflex. It is just sitting in the basement at my
parents place. We could go get it and set it up somewhere in the
apartment."

The twins were all in, so Monty called his parents to see about picking up
the Bowflex. Monty's father was more than happy to get the machine out of
the basement so there would be more space for his model trains.

After talking to his parent, Monty said to the twins, "I have another
meeting with my editor. So after that we can go pick it up."

The boys smiled and nodded.

Monty spent an hour online with Tanya, his editor. They had a great
relationship even though they had only met in person a couple of
times. Monty's literary agent recommended Tanya to help get his first book
ready to shop around to publishers, and the two quickly built a working
relationship. Because Tanya actually worked from her home in Santa Barbara
where, in addition to editing books, she was an adjunct professor of
English in a community college, they worked on Monty's first novel using
email and Skype. So, Monty didn't realize she was confined to a wheelchair
until they first met in person at a party celebrating the release of his
first book. Tanya lost the function of her legs in an automobile accident
at the age of fourteen.

"Make those few changes, and I think it's ready to go to the publisher,"
Tanya said. "Honestly Monty, I don't know why you pay me to edit your
books. There is very little that I have to do to get them ready for
printing. Don't get me wrong, I will gladly take your money, but the
publisher's in-house editors could easily do what I am doing."

"Maybe," Monty said, "but you are more than just an editor; you are a
reader. You like a good story and it helps to talk about the story and
characters with you. I know you are going to give me honest feedback
without crushing my ego."

Tanya laughed, "So I am paid to be your first fan."

"Sort of."

"Well that's fine with me. I love your stuff, and being able to read it
before it's actually in print is a treat. The hardest part is that I can't
talk about the book over coffee in the faculty lounge." Tanya said.

"Now that the novel is finished, I think I can get you a couple of the
short stories I'm working on by the end of next week," Monty said.

"I will be looking forward to getting them. Did your agent tell you that he
put the publisher in contact with me to work on writing the supplemental
teacher materials for your short stories?"

"That's fantastic Tanya. When I was teaching high school, it would have
been great to have the insight of someone like you to use as a reference. I
hope you can include something about the editing process. I think teachers
would find that background interesting."

"That's a good idea. Thanks. I have to go now. I have a class in 20 minutes
and I need to get the Zoom started," Tanya said, and the two said their
goodbyes.

The rest of the morning was spent getting the Bowflex and reassembling it
in the apartment.

It was decided to put the Bowflex in the master bedroom. As soon as the
machine was set up, Gregg and Gavin had to give it a try. Monty smiled at
the boys' enthusiastic desire to work on their upper bodies. He wasn't sure
that bench presses and bicep curls would improve their soccer game, but
that wasn't the game the twins were interested in improving at the moment.

That evening for supper Monty decided it would be pizza, beer, and
honesty. Monty called the Denver Pizza Company and ordered the Magnificent
7, a pizza heavy on the meat; and a Boulder Pie, topped with Sun Dried
Tomatoes, Mushrooms, Artichokes, Green Peppers, Mozzarella, and Pizza
Sauce. He also orders three spinach salads, and a box of Cannoli. Since
Denver Pizza Company was only a couple of minutes drive, Monty decided to
pick up the order rather than have it delivered. In high school, Monty had
a job delivering pizzas and hated delivering pizzas to apartments and
college dorms.

When Monty got to Denver Pizza, he called to let them know he had
arrived. It wasn't long before a middle-aged man wearing a mask came out
with his order. Monty said, "You look busy."

"The five of us working are busy. But compared to what a Friday night would
be like if we were open, the volume is way down. If it weren't for
emergency government loans, we would have shut down last week."

On the short drive back to the Acoma, Monty again thought about just how
lucky he was that his livelihood wasn't based on direct contact with other
people. It also brought home what he'd been hearing in the news: that the
pandemic was going to get worse before it got better. Increasingly his
world was going to be limited to apartment 601 Acoma for an unknown length
time into the future.

Gregg and Gavin were still working out when Monty go home, so he set the
food on the table and walked into the master bedroom. What he saw made his
cock twitch. Both boys had stripped off their shirts and the workout had
pumped their muscles. For a moment, Monty almost forgot there was food
waiting in the other room.

After taking a breath, Monty said there was pizza whenever they were ready,
then he turned, headed back toward the kitchen, and grabbed a beer. Soon
Gavin and Gregg walked into the main room while still putting their shirts
on. They also grabbed a beer.

If there was anything that college boys were more fond of than beer and
pizza Monty couldn't....well, actually Monty could tell you what it was,
and that was the topic up for discussion.

"So boys, we need to talk about last night and this morning." Monty said.

Both boys looked down at their plates a bit embarrassed, but Monty
continued. I noticed that both of you were pretty aroused this morning, and
to be honest, so was I. It would have been really easy to just lose myself
and give in to the heat of the moment. However, that would be a mistake."

When Monty said the word `mistake' both Gregg's and Gavin's heart fell. So,
I think it would be best..."

Gavin interrupted, and said, "I don't think it would have been a mistake."

Monty looked at Gavin, not sure just what to say next. Then Gregg said, "I
don't think it would have been a mistake either. The mistake, is you
thinking we are like your foster children. I know that we kind of were
dumped on you like kids in need of a home, but we're adults and we can make
adult decisions."

"Yeah," Gavin added. "I know you see us as dumb little brats, and I know we
act like that, but we are not naive, and we are not virgins. Oh, and don't
think we would have sex with you just out some sense of obligation or
gratitude. I assure you, I and Gregg have thought you were fucking hot
since the first time we met you at the soccer Booster Meet and Greet at the
start of the year."

Now it was Monty who was speechless.

"Look Monty," Gregg said, "If you aren't attracted to us because we are too
young, or not hot enough..."

"Or because you're weirded out by our twincest," Gavin added.

"Yeah, we would get that we're not your cup of tea," Gregg
continued. "However, please don't patronize us by thinking we can't decide
what we like, and who we want to have sex with."

Monty got up from the table and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he
had three more beers. He gave each of the boys one, then opened his and
took a long drink. Finally he said, "Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that I am
very conscious about the abuse that can happen in inequitable power
situations. I don't want anyone thinking I'm taking advantage of you guys."

"Whether we have sex or not," Gregg said, "there will be some people who
think Gavin and I are your pandemic boy toys, and we are working off our
keep with out asses, but I say fuck them."

"Bottom line," Gavin said, "is we want you, but if you don't want us, we'll
live with it."

"Fuck," Monty said, "If you two don't make it in soccer, there is always
professional tag team wrestling or the law. I had a speech all planned out,
and now you've gone and blown it up..... Let's have Cannoli's and
coffee. Let my think about all of this, and I'll get back to you."

For the rest of the evening, they watched some movie, that when it was
done, Monty couldn't even remember the title. Gregg and Gavin lay on the
leather coach with their heads on opposite armrests. Monty, found himself
looking at them almost as much as he did the TV.

They were incredibly sexy, so why wasn't he jumping at the chance to jump
their bones. It wasn't their age. Monty had hooked up with plenty of
younger guys. He always made sure they were legal, but some were just
barely legal. It also wasn't the twin thing either. While he'd never had
sex with twins, he'd read gay erotica and watched gay porn with twins and
wasn't turned off. Hell, it wouldn't even be the first time he had sex with
one of DU's soccer players. So what was it?

Then it hit him, this wouldn't be a one night stand. Of course he wasn't
proposing marrying or even dating Gregg and/or Gavin, but there would be no
option of "I'll call" followed by ghosting after a disappointing
hookup. Who knew how long the three of them would be quarantined
together. On the other hand, if he did keep things platonic with the twins,
how many days, weeks, months could he go without sex or physical human
contact Monty wondered?

So, flip of the coin: have sex, it goes badly, they spend the rest of the
lockdown staring awkwardly across the breakfast table; or, have sex, it's
great, and spend the rest of the lockdown staring at boys with "I've been
fucked by a daddy" grins on their faces.

Finally around 10 p.m. Monty said, "Fuck it. I'm going to bed."

The twins looked at each other, then Gavin asked, "What about us?"

Monty stopped, but didn't turn around and said, "When you are ready, you
can go to bed or come to bed, either decision is good with me. Just make
sure everything is cleaned up, the door is locked, and the lights and TV
are turned off." Then he walked into the master bedroom leaving the door
open.

The boys looked at each other, and then both smiled. It didn't take them
long to get the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and get it
started. They turned off everything, checked the door, then ran to the
bedroom. Monty was already in bed, and it didn't take long for Gregg and
Gavin to strip down and cuddle up next to Monty.

When Monty woke the next morning. Gregg and Gavin were asleep and holding
each other, no doubt like they had all of their lives.  Monty smiled at the
picture of brotherly affection and carefully climbed out of bed to avoid
disturbing them.

 Before stepping into the shower, Monty stopped to take a badly needed
piss. As he pissed Monty smiled; there was something about a piss after a
night of fucking that was satisfying. He happened to glance at the clock on
the bathroom wall. It read 9:30; later than Monty's normal wake up. Of
course, the twins kept him up well past his normal bedtime. He hoped they
could figure out some sort of schedule or routine, because while he was in
great shape, there was no way he could keep up with two college athletes.

 Once in the shower, Monty began to thoroughly soap and wash his body. One
of the things he hated after a one night hook up was the drive back to his
apartment smelling like cum, sweat, and the guy he'd just spent the night
with. In the heat of the passion, those smells were wildly intoxicating,
but the morning after all Monty wanted was to wash them down the drain. He
often wondered if people in an ongoing sexual arrangement had the same
visceral need to erase a sexual partner's scent memory. Then it hit him, he
was about to find out.

The morning was cold, and the terrace was covered with snow. March was
always a mix of days: some hinting that Spring is on the way, and other's
reminding residents that Winter isn't yet ready to leave town. In fact,
March is Denver's snowiest month. A combination of warm, moist air from the
Gulf of Mexico running into lingering Arctic air and higher elevations
often makes early Spring unpredictable, wet, and white.

Monty was working on breakfast when Gregg walked into the kitchen, said
good morning, and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"So, where's your alter ego?" Monty asked.

"He finally decided to get up and shower. Gavin has always been the last to
drag his ass out of bed. Neither of us are what you would call morning
people, but he is the worst."

"It was my sister who was the sleepy head. She was always making us late to
school. Not only was she slow to get up, but it took her forever to get
ready in the morning. I was so glad when she got her license and her own
car."

"Fortunately, I didn't have to wait on Gavin. We walked to school."

"How far was that?" Monty asked.

"Just under 2.5 miles."

"Wow, if you asked an America kid to walk two miles, you might get yourself
a lawsuit," Monty chuckled.

"Really!?"

"Actually, that was a flip answer. While a lot of American students don't
get enough exercise, the reason we bus so many students is for
safety. American cities have let their pedestrian infrastructure go to
hell, and the suburbs never put in things like sidewalks. Then of course,
many parents are concerned about the risk that strangers pose to children."

"I remember when the local bully, Alvin Whitney, used to knock Gavin and me
around til we gave him our milk money, or sometimes just for sport. We
didn't tell anyone, but one day our uncle happened to be driving by by when
Alvin was walloping on us. Uncle Gerald stopped, grabbed Alvin by the
collar and drug him home to his father. It seem that Uncle Gerald and
Alvin's father had a run in back in the day and Alvin's father still
remembered the beating his ass took from our uncle. I guess Gerold told
Alvin's father that for every beating Gavin and I got, he'd be getting the
same and more. Then next day, a black-eyed Alvin gave me and Gavin each two
Pounds and an apology, as his father watched from the porch."

"It sound like your uncle was pretty protective."

"Maybe a little, but I just think he was just looking for a reason to give
Alvin's father one more beating for old times. I guess the reason the two
hated each other was that they were chasing the same girl."

"So who got the girl," Monty asked.

"She is Alvin's mom," Gavin said as he grabbed a cup of coffee. "The truth
is Uncle Gerald should be thanking Freddy Whitney for taking that faithless
slut off of his hands. The village gossips had a great time speculating as
to who the real father of Freddy's brats were."

"Well, that's one of the benefits of being gay," Monty said with a chuckle,
"we are never stuck raising someone else's bastards. Unless of course we
want to." Then he gave Gregg and Gavin each a slap on the ass, and they
laughed, and each gave him a kiss on the cheek.

When they sat down to eat, Gavin said, "So it's official, you're our new
American daddy?" The statement cause Monty to choke on his orange juice,
and the boys laughed.

"I don't know if I'm ready to be a daddy, but I do know I can't keep doing
what we did last night. A month of that and I'll be nothing but a crippled
up old man sitting in the nursing home wearing pajamas and a silly grin."

"Yeah," Gregg said, "this morning after you got up, Gavin and I talked
about how we can share you."

"Wait a minute!" Monty said feigning indignation, "I am not some old bone
you stray dogs are going to fight over. I'm a person, with feelings and
rights."

Gavin and Gregg burst into laughter and Monty continued his rant, "No, I
won't be treated like a piece of meat or a toy for your amusement. I demand
to be respected as a person and not a sexual plaything." Monty had risen to
his feet and was dramatically gesturing as he declared his manifesto of
sexual self-esteem. The boys had moved beyond laughter to hoots and howls
as Monty became increasing absurdist in his performance which ended with
him standing on a chair and preparing to lead a mob of the sexually
objectified in a march on city hall.

"Damn you are crazy," Gregg said when he could finally catch his breath.

"Seriously, warn us the next time you intend to go off on a rant like that
so we can post it on Instagram," Gavin said. "That was some viral shit and
we didn't capture it."

"Well it's a good thing you didn't," Monty said. "Because if that were put
out for people to see, I would be opening up a can of Whoop Ass on each of
your British butts."

"Kinky!" Gregg and Gavin said in unison and then laughed.

Finally, Monty decided it was time to get back to the original issue and
said, "So what did you diplomatic geniuses decide?"

"We came up with a list of principals." Gavin said. "You know guidelines to
make sure everyone is treated fairly."

"Oh how Wilsonian of you," Monty said. Gregg and Gavin looked confused and
Monty decided the joke wasn't worth the effort to explain Woodrow Wilson's
Fourteen Points, and just said "Go on!"

Gregg smiled and said, "First, everyone is to be treated with respect."
Monty bowed in acknowledgment to the principal of respect. "Second, Gavin
and I are to be treated equally in terms of time and attention. Third,
there may be times when someone does not feel like playing, and that is his
right. Fourth, everything is to be consensual and mutually
agreeable. Fifth, no one should have to sleep alone. Sixth, if anyone feel
cheated or disrespected, we all talk about it and no one has sex until we
resolve the problem, especially if the issue is jealousy."

"Wow," Monty said, "you guys have put some thought into this."

"Actually, Gregg has put some thought into this," Gavin said. "He is taking
a sociology class and is writing a paper on Polyamory. So he's been doing
research, and we've kind of been batting around the idea for a couple of
months."

"Oh, I see! I'm now a lab rat in your little social science experiment,"
Monty, was about to start on a rant about the ethics of using humans at
research subjects, when the twins grabbed him and wrestled him to the
floor. Monty could have easily taken each of them individually, but as a
team the twins got the upper hand. They soon had Monty on the floor and his
arms were pinned over his head as Gavin straddled his abs. The boys began
kissing, licking, and tickling Monty.

"Fuck, I give up. I give up." Monty said while laughing at the new form of
persuasion being applied.

"I don't know," Gregg said, "can we trust him?"

"I'm not sure, let me check," Gavin reach behind him and found Monty's
stiff cock hiding in his boxers and began massaging.

Monty groaned and said, "Not fair."

"Do you want me to stop?" Gavin asked, but Monty couldn't answer. He was
already giving in to the twins arguments. Gregg pulled Monty's Henley off
and began softly teasing Monty's nipples and stroking his chest. Monty
closed his eyes and let the boys work their magic.

It wasn't long before Gavin had slid down Monty's legs and now was licking
at the small wet spot in the front of his boxers. As he did the spot grew
bigger with contributions of both saliva and precum. Gavin took hold of the
underwear and striped them off, leaving Monty stretched naked on the
floor. The twins took their time admiring and worshiping Monty's masculine
body. In the daylight, they could study the beauty of his male form with
the eyes of Renaissance artists.

Then Gavin leaned down and gently licked a drop of nectar from the tip of
Monty's erect cock. Gavin savored the taste before leaning forward to
devour Monty's entire cock like a carnival sword swallower. Gavin hummed
and Monty's entire body spasmed from the intensity of sexual electricity
flowing from Gavin's vocal cords to Monty's cock.

When Gavin needed a break, Gregg took over. Each boy had his own technique,
and each was amazing. For half an hour, they kept Monty on the edge of an
orgasm. When they finally allowed him to release Monty was euphoric. The
intensity of emotional and physical release was beyond the power of words
to describe.

Monty's stomach was covered in his own seed. The creamy white ribbons of
cum gave Monty's abs the resemblance of a decadent pastry, and the twins
were soon savoring its taste. When the last of Monty's cum was clean
away. Gregg and Gavin stood on their knees above Monty's chest and began
jerking off. Monty was mesmerized by the sight of two young studs stoking
their cocks above him in unison. If the Olympics ever introduced
synchronized masturbation as a sport, Gavin and Gregg were certain to
medal. Together they began to cum and each focused on covering one of
Monty's hairy pecs with spunk. The smell of the twins cum was intoxicating
and Monty took several deep breaths to inhale the scent.

When they were finished, the twins lay down on each side of Monty, and he
wrapped an arm around each of them. After a bit, Monty said, "Let's go take
a shower."

The master bedroom shower was fine for two, but a little tight for three,
so there was plenty of intentional and unintentional body contact. Monty
took charge of washing the twins. By the time he was finished there was not
a part of either boy's body he hadn't inspected and washed. Then it was the
boys turn and they showed the same attention to detail when it came to
washing Monty. Monty was thankful he had an on demand water heater to
provide unlimited hot water because the shower was long and steamy.

When everyone was finally dried and dressed, Monty said, "We still haven't
decided how we're going to manage this arrangement."

Gregg smiled and said, "I have an idea. Meet us at the dining table in
fifteen," then he grabbed Gavin and headed to their bedroom.  Monty made a
fresh pot of coffee. He also found some Pop Tarts and slipped them in the
toaster.

Monty was just pouring the coffee when the twins came out of their
room. "Pop Tarts!" Gavin exclaimed, "I love Pop Tarts! In the U.K. we can
only get strawberry flavor because the rest are banned."

"Why would you ban Pop Tarts?" Monty asked.

"Because the food colors used are banned because they might be
carcinogens."

"Seriously," Monty said, "I find it hard to believe that a nation that eats
black pudding, jellied eel, and haggis is afraid of a little Red Dye 40."
Gregg and Gavin both laughed.

When they were seated with their coffee and cancer pastries, Gregg produced
a deck of cards and what looked like a score pad. "What I and Gavin are
suggesting for "determining" (Gregg used air quotes) the days sexual
activity is a deck of cards. Each morning at breakfast we will draw a card
to determine what we do and who we do."

"Interesting," Monty said. "Although, I need to hear the rules to this game
before I agree to play."

"Okay," Gavin said, "I am the red cards and Gregg is the black cards. So,
if the card you draw in the morning is red, you and I will be having sex
that evening."

"Somehow, I think you have more in mind than just plain vanilla," Monty
said with a note of caution.

"Well, to keep thing interesting, we are suggesting that some of the cards
offer a bit more variety," Gregg said.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"Okay, here's the menu: If you draw an ace, then it is Oral Exam night, and
all you can use are your tongue and lips. Twos are Twin Nights, and Gavin
and I will hook up for whatever. Threes, sixes, and nines are called the
Power of Three, and as the name implies, it's a three-way. Fours, fives,
sevens, eights, and tens are Daddy Days, and you will decide what you want
to do. Jacks are Twins in Charge, Gavin or I am in charge. Queens, the
three of us play Sex Truth or Dare. Kings are spa nights for massages,
soaking in the tub, etc. Finally, Jokers are Kinky Club. If it is the black
joker you are in charge of what the three of us do; however, if the joker
is red, Gavin and I are in charge."

"I see you two have put some thought into this. I will think about you
proposal and make some adjustment later. However, I can tell you right now
that intense pain and torture are off the table."

"We agree," Gavin said.

"Also," Monty added, "Anyone who doesn't feel up to playing should be able
to say he's not in the mood."

"That's reasonable," Gregg said, "We can just push back the card to the
next day. Gavin and I also feel that neither of us should be left out in
the cold for more than two days in a row. If you get what we mean."

"I guess I should also mention that Jude has priority," Monty said.

"We get that," Gregg said, but then Gavin asked "If Jude would want to, you
know play with one of us when it's not our night...would that be okay?"

Monty smiled, then said, "Of course, but just be aware of what you are
letting yourself in for if you get with him. He can be a bit intense; and
when he's in charge, he doesn't always play nice."

The twins both smiled and nodded.

"So when do we start?"

"I was hoping not until tomorrow," Gavin said. "I would really like tonight
to be all of us together."

Monty smiled and said, "I agree."