Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 21:57:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 1 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. Twin Spin Chapter 1 In April of my senior year of college, I started getting really worried about the future. I had gone to a pretty good school, and I had done reasonably well in my course work. I had a double major in French and Spanish, and I was fluent in both languages. What I didn't have, though, were marketable skills. Sure, I could speak French and Spanish, in addition to English, of course, but companies wanted an MBA who could speak French and Spanish, not somebody whose only talent was speaking the languages--oh, and engaging in knowledgable conversation about literature in those languages. Right after Spring Break, though, one of my fraternity brothers came to the rescue. He introduced me to Mr. Thomas Finch, the owner and CEO of a computer firm that was on the fast track toward the very big time. They had some kind of anti-virus software that was supposed to revolutionize the computing industry. Mr. Finch, or Tom, as I later came to call him, had already made many millions with software for ATM machines, and now he was into something that was new to him but very lucrative. My fraternity brother, Pat, had known Tom since he (Pat, not Tom) was born because Pat's father was one of Tom's best friend. Tom approached Pat about going to work for him, but Pat had already been accepted into medical school, and that was where he was headed after graduation. When Tom told Pat what the job entailed, he told Tom about me. Pat set up a meeting between Tom and me, and things clicked. Tom hired me at $60,000 a year. No, I wasn't going to be translating software into French or Spanish. In fact, I didn't even have to know how to turn a computer on to get the job. What he wanted me to do was serve as a kind of male governess for his twin sons. The boys were eighteen and were just finishing the eleventh grade. Their mother had died of Hodgkin's Disease a year after they were born, and Tom had raised them on his own since then. The boys had grown up in New Orleans, but Tom was in the process of moving his business and household to Asheville, North Carolina. He would be gone much of the summer, he said, and he wanted the boys to have somebody to take charge when need be and to look after them. "Why me," I had asked him. "Well, lots of reasons. I want them to have somebody they like, and I think they'll like you. Also, I want somebody who's close enough to their age to like to do the same kinds of things they like to do." "Like what," I asked. "Well, like go out to clubs. You do like that, don't you?" I nodded. "And sports. They like to work out and swim and fish. They love to camp. Do you like camping?" "Yeah, I do. I go camping every chance I get." That was the truth. "Identical twins are strange people, if you ask me," he said. "Brian and Kevin seem to know what the other one is thinking. It's like they can communicate without words. I sometimes even think there might be something sexual between them. I don't know." I must have reacted somehow to this last bit of news because Tom said, "Does that bother you, John? The sexual stuff, I mean. I'm not sure, but they sleep together all the time, and it's always in the nude. In fact, I have trouble keeping clothes on them. Have since they were little." "No, sir," I said, "it doesn't bother me. I'm a little surprised at your attitude toward it, but I think brothers are like that. Especially brothers who are close." "I know. I had a younger brother--he was killed about ten years ago--and I know what we did. I've thought about that a great deal, and I've just about concluded it's natural. It does seem to be for Brian and Kevin. By the way, how did you know about close brothers? Do you have one? Are you a twin?" "No, I'm not a twin, but, yes, I have a brother I'm very close to. And, yes, I think it's natural." "Good. You'll understand them, then. Both of them have been with girls. A number of girls. They both smoke. Do you smoke?" "Yes, sir, I do." "Good. That won't bother you, then. We all smoke." There was a pause, and I took the opportunity to light up a cigarette. Tom did, too, and we both chuckled. "Let me tell you our plans. Right after school is out, the boys will move to Asheville into the house I bought there. It's really an estate--six hundred and some-odd acres in the mountains. There's a pool, a recreation pavillion with a weight room and kitchen and bar facilities, magnificent views, a couple of small rivers that run through the property, a lake. It's gorgeous. The guys haven't seen it yet, and it should be quite a surprise after growing up in a city. Asheville is a small city--about 65,000 or so, with another hundred, hundred and ten thousand in the metro area--but it, too, is beautiful. They've been in a private school here, but they'll be going to a public school there. They're sorry about leaving their friends, but, really, they're each other's best friend, so it won't be terribly traumatic." The whole idea sounded great. He liked the idea I could speak other languages because the twins had studied both French and Spanish and really like them. I wasn't supposed to be a tutor or anything, but the more I could teach them about the languages, the better. He said he saw this job lasting a year at the most, and then he was sure they'd be something for me in his company by then. One of his companies. I didn't meet the boys that day. They were both on some kind of school field trip. They sounded like neat kids, though. They were a year behind in school because Tom had decided to start them a year late. He wanted them to have the advantage over the other kids in their classes. Even though I didn't meet the boys, I did meet another important person in that household. Chuck. Chuck was a black man in his late-thirties or early forties, and he had been cook and housekeeper and babysitter for the boys since their mother died when they were a year old. Mr. Finch said that it was really Chuck's idea that he hire me. Chuck had been staying at the Finch house when Mr. Finch was out of town, which was getting to be more and more frequent. Chuck had a life of his own, Mr. Finch said, and it wasn't really fair to ask him to be on call twenty-four hours a day. Chuck was very friendly, and I could tell we'd like each other. That night, Pat and I went out to celebrate my new job. First, we had dinner. Then we went club crawling in the French Quarter. Then I went back to his apartment and spent the night. Pat and I had sex. It was our first time together, and it was very good. I met Kevin and Brian the next weekend. Tom was going out of town for ten days, and he figured that would be a good time for us to get acquainted. He told me I could have friends spend the night if I wanted to, and he also said he had no objection if the boys went out. "They know how much they can drink," he said. Pretty liberal dad, I thought. "I realize they are legally adults, and I could leave them by themselves," he said, "but they're all I've got. Besides, I'm a worry-wart when it comes to them." He had told the kids all about me and that I would be staying there until he got back, so they weren't surprised when I was there when they came home from school Friday afternoon. Tom introduced us. He and I had coffee, and the boys had a rather substantial snack. Then we left to take Tom to the airport. After they had finished eating, they both lit up cigarettes, like they apparently did all the time. I smoked, too, and so did Tom. The trip to the airport took a lot longer than I thought it would. The traffic was particularly heavy, that being a Friday afternoon, and there was an accident on our side of the Interstate that slowed us even more. By the time we got Tom on his way, it was almost five o'clock. We decided to go get something to eat at Bennigans, and we had to wait about thirty minutes for a table. Kevin and Brian each ordered giant hamburgers, and I got a large salad with sauteed shrimp. They both ordered beers, and the waiter brought them without so much as a blink. I guess that had to do with how they looked. They truly were identical. They were around six feet tall, lean but muscular, blond, and drop-dead gorgeous. They had the sharpest and brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, and they both had very dark tans for that early in the season. Brian wore a small gold stud in his left ear, and Kevin wore a very small loop in his. Ordinarily earrings weren't allowed at their school, they said, but theirs were tolerated so people could tell them apart. And the earrings really helped me. They were dressed identically in 501 Levis, school polo-type shirts, and Nikes. That outfit was the dress-down summer uniform at their school. Even though they were only eighteen, they looked older and could have been anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five. We talked about what they liked to do: girls, sports, camping. They told me about their Spring Break, which had included a trip to a friend's house on a private island in the Caribbean. That accounted for the tans. We laughed a lot, and by the time the meal was over, I felt very comfortable with them, and they, apparently, with me. We went back to their house, and Brian suggested a swim. I hadn't brought a bathing suit and said so. "Oh, we never wear suits when it's just us. We won't wear any tonight, and you can just swim naked, like us," Kevin said. I remembered what Tom had said about them liking to be naked. I certainly didn't mind, but I wondered what would happen if I popped a boner when I saw those two without their clothes on. I didn't have long to wait to find out. We went out to the pool, and they both started stripping right away. When they got undressed, I was amazed at what I saw. Their bodies were absolutely identical, too. Their muscles were bigger than I had thought from seeing them with clothes on, and the definition was perfect. They had almost no body hair except in their pubic regions and under their arms, and it was almost as blond as the hair on their heads. The part that got most of my attention, though, was their cocks. They were circumcised, and they were huge. My cock is maybe three inches soft (okay, two-and-a-half), but theirs were at least five. I could only imagine what they must grow to hard. The visual stimulation took its toll on me, and my cock got hard in about five seconds. Kevin noticed first and tapped Brian on the arm. "Boner boing!" he said. Brian looked over at me and grinned. I felt like a total fool, of course, and I grinned back for lack of anything to say. "Just ignore it, John. We'll probably get 'em, too. We'll take care of 'em later, if you feel like it." Brian obviously spoke for Kevin, who grinned at me. They both jumped in the pool, and I jumped in right behind them. We fooled around a little, did some splashing and the like. Then Brian suggested a game of tag. You could get out of the pool if you wanted to, and you could only make another man "it" by holding him underwater for a count of five or pinning him on the ground for that long. We did the rock-paper-scissors thing to see who was "it," and, of course, I came up "it." I quickly lost track of who was who. Those two were like seals I had seen in a pool in a zoo once. They could bound almost straight up out of the water onto the pool deck. One of them got on the end of the diving board and started bouncing up and down. His cock bounced, too, and I could hear it slapping against his stomach. I figured he'd get hard in a few seconds if he kept that up, but he didn't keep it up. He dove into the water and taunted me. I hadn't been paying attention to my groin, and, when I got out of the pool the first time, I was a little shocked to see I was still erect. Once I was out, they made it a game to come up to me and tug on it. I'd try to grab them by the arm or shoulder to get them to the ground, but they were too fast for me. We kept this up for quite a while at a pretty fast pace, and I needed a break. I called time-out. "It's a trick, Huck," one of them said. "Huck," I asked. "That's what we call each other," one answered. "It's not a trick," I said. "I'm beat. I gotta sit and rest." "You swear?" "I swear," I said. "If this is a trick, I'll let Huck beat the shit out of you." They both laughed uproariously. I laughed, too, not knowing if he was serious or not. Just then about twenty large flood lights came on. They laughed at my surprise and told me they were on a timer. "Really, guys," I said, "let's take a break." They reluctantly agreed. One of them went inside the pool house and came back with three ice-cold beers. God, that tasted good. I sat down in a lounge chair, too tired to care that my boner was still as hard as a flagpole, if only six inches long. "You're still hard, J," one of them said. Kevin, I think. I didn't know what to say in response, so I didn't say anything. Then Kevin said, "You ever do it with a guy?" "That's a personal question, don't you think," Brian asked. "When three guys are sittin' around buck-ass naked and one of 'em's sportin' a foot-long, I think it's a fair question," Kevin replied. "He's right, J. Have you ever done it with another boy?" "I have a brother who's exactly one year older than me. What do you think?" "I think you have," Brian said. "Yeah, me, too," Kevin joined in. "Why do you say that? Have you guys done it with each other?" "Hell, yeah. All the time." They answered in perfect unison. By then we were dry enough to smoke, so we all lit up. "What did you and your brother do," Brian asked. "What do you guys do," I replied, determined to get them to admit their messing around first. "Well, we used to just jerk each other off, but later we started sucking and fucking, too." Kevin answered with perfect candor and no apparent embarrassment. "That about covers it, doesn't it," I said. "We did all of that, too." "Did you guys kiss? Brian and I like to kiss." "And fondle and cuddle and hold each other," Brian said. That wasn't doing my hard-on any good, and it was beginning to put out a pretty heavy discharge of pre-cum. Brian noticed and took a dollop of it onto his finger. He smelled it and then put it into Kevin's mouth. "Ummm, good," Kevin said. Both boys had started getting aroused. Kevin took Brian's cock into his hand and started rubbing it. Brian got up, and they moved over to where I was sitting. I moved over on the lounge chair as far as I could to give them room, and they sat down with me. Brian took hold of my cock and started rubbing. Not to be left out, I took Kevin's. Their cocks were fully erect now, and they must have been eight inches long and almost as big around as a beer bottle. We sat there stroking each other, but it didn't take long for me to go over the edge. When I came, I spurted about eight times, and some of my cum shot onto Brian's chest. Kevin scooped some up, ate it, then got the rest and gave it to Brian. I slowed down on Kevin for a few seconds to recover from what had been a powerful orgasm, and then I went back to work. They lasted a hell of a lot longer than I did, or could have at eighteen, and they came at exactly the same moment. They ate as much of each other's cum as they could, and then they slumped onto me, drained and satisfied. We each smoked another cigarette and finished our beers. Then it was back to the game. I was still it, of course, and they eluded me as well in the second round as they had in the first. At one point I got Kevin on the ground and on top of him, and he started bucking like a madman. It had a dual effect: it made me start getting hard again, and it got him free. They started tugging on my dick again, and, after another half hour, I called it quits. They didn't argue that time. We picked up our clothes and went into the pool house. I assumed we'd shower, but they had other ideas. Once inside, I realized the pool house was really a kind of club house. There were free weights and a couple of exercise machines in there. The walls and ceiling were solid mirrors, and there was a vinyl-covered mat on the floor. We sat on the mat, still naked. Kevin got a couple of ashtrays and Brian got another round of beers. They sprawled out on their sides, so I did, too, making the third side of a triangle. "Tell us how you and your brother started doing it with each other," Brian said. "Well, er, . . . ." "Aw, come on. It's just us. Who will we tell?" Kevin had a point. "Well, it started when he was thirteen and I was twelve. He had already started getting hair around his dick, and his dick had started growing. I was still very much a little boy, though. We used to shower together all the time, and sometimes one or other or both of us would get hard. That particular day, I got hard first. Then Bill did. 'It looks like we better jerk off,' he said. 'What does that mean,' I asked. 'Let me show you,' he said. He started jerkin' his cock and moaning. I thought it hurt, and, when I asked him, he laughed. 'You do it,' he said, and I did. Bill could come real cum, but I couldn't. That fascinated me, of course. That night we slept together, and we took our briefs off and rubbed up and down on each other. After that we did it every chance we got, which was usually at least once a day, often more. So, what about you guys?" They started talking in unison, and then they alternated. "We were eleven, and we already had a little hair. We had gone swimming and were lying on the grass. We started wrestling, and I got on top of Kevin. Our dicks touched, and we got hard. We started moving around on each other, and we both came. It was the first time for both of us. After that, we played with each other all the time. I was the one who figured out how to really jerk off," Brian said. "Yeah, but I sucked you and fucked you first," Kevin said, not to be outdone. We continued sharing our sexual histories. I told them about the first time I fucked a girl, then about some of the men and women I'd been with since then. They told me about their first girls, or girl, really, since they did it the first time with the same one. They were thirteen and on vacation in Florida. A girl of eighteen was staying at the hotel they were in, and she invited them up to her room one afternoon while her parents were out deepsea fishing. They said they had done it with other guys occasionally, together and separately. They both had had steady girlfriends for about a year, but neither one was seeing anybody at the moment. They had done it with girls, together and separately, a number of times. As the conversation proceeded, we all got more and more aroused. We were on our sides, and our cocks were sticking straight out in front of us. They both put out prodigious amounts of pre-cum, and they both had little puddles of the stuff in front of them on the mat. In a minute, Brian got up and got us all another beer. When he had resettled, he said, "Let's jerk off. One at a time." "Okay," Kevin said, immediately. "J, you go first." "No. One of you go first. Remember, I'm new to this group." "Okay," Brian said. "I'll go." Brian grabbed his cock and started working it with his left hand. He also took his right nipple in his right hand and started working it, too. After a minute or so, he said, "Are you guys watching me? It's more fun for me if you watch." Then he started moaning. "Huck really likes it when I moan," he said, and grinned. He kept at it for some time, and finally he let out a loud, deep moan and came. His cum shot pretty far onto the mat, and it was a pretty big load, considering it was the second time in a fairly short period of time. "Good one, Brian," Kevin said. "It's my turn." He pulled back on the shaft of his cock until the skin was really taut, but he didn't stroke. He moved it up and down, but not fast or with any real force. I could tell from his stiffening body that he was close, and, when he came, he let out a loud cry of pure pleasure. His cum didn't shoot out like Brian's had. Instead, it kind of dribbled out slowly. It looked like he kept having orgasms, and, when he finally stopped, he kind of collapsed. "Wow, Huck! That was killer," Brian said. "Thanks," Kevin gasped. "What the hell did you do," I asked. "It's something he read about on the Internet. You don't stroke yourself. You just pull back on the shaft of your cock, and wait for it to come off. How many times did you come, Huck?" "Five or six," he said. "You mean you had five or six orgasms just then," I asked incredulously. "Yeah. Five or six. Maybe more. They keep getting harder each time you do it. By the end, I wasn't concentrating on anything but coming." "Shit, guys, I'm gonna try that," I said. "Let Kevin do it for you. He knows how better than I do. He taught me, in fact. You might not be able to do it yourself the first time." Kevin moved over to me and took my cock into his hand. That felt pretty good by itself, but then he pushed down on the shaft. I felt the skin, the really sensitive part right under the head, really stretch out, and the feeling was incredible. He kept a good strong hold on it, and then he started moving the whole cock up and down. "When you feel like you're ready, tighten your ass muscles as hard as you can," Kevin said. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what he was doing and on my ass muscles. In a few seconds I felt my orgasm begin deep inside me. I knew it was going to be a hard one, but the intensity just kept growing. My cock was the hardest it had ever been, and I had a little trouble keeping my ass as tight as I wanted it. When the first spasm hit, it was a doozy. Only a little cum trickled out, though. In a second, I had another orgasm, then another. Like Kevin, I lost count, but it must have been at least four. As he had said, they kept getting stronger, as though my whole body was trying to come out of my cock. The cum only dribbled, though, as though shooting cum was secondary to what was going on inside of me. After twenty or thirty seconds, I was drained--of cum and of energy. I had the deepest and most glorious glow I had ever experienced. When I was finally done, Kevin let go of my cock and moved back to his position. "How was that, J," he asked. "Kevin, that was the best fucking sex I've ever had. It was incredible." "I know. I'm glad you liked it," he said with a smile. "We like you, J, and we want you to like us." "What's not to like. In fact, I'd fuckin' marry you. Both of you. If I could." They both laughed hard at that. Then they both jumped on me, tickling and kissing and rubbing, ashtrays and beer bottles flying. We were all laughing hard, and finally we settled down, with both of them sprawled across some part of me. After a few seconds of just lying there, Brian spoke: "You know what I want?" "Ice cream," Kevin said. "Me, too. Let's go get some." "Let's get a shower first," I said. "I'm kinda cummy." They laughed. They got up, pulled me to my feet, and led me to the shower room that was part of the pool house. Once in the shower, we started washing each other. Brian got hard almost immediately, but Kevin and I were as soft as a kleenex. Kevin took charge of Brian's cock. "Do the pull-back on me, Huck," Brian said. So Kevin did for him what he had done for me. It didn't take very long, but the intensity of the orgasms was obvious all over Brian's body. He gave even less cum than I had, but I think he probably orgasmed six or seven times. When he had finished, Brian said, "I love you, Kevin." Kevin said, "I love you, too," and they both kissed passionately. It was touching, and ordinarily it would have made me hard as a rock. That night, though, it had no effect. We went to a coffee shop not far from their house, and we sat outside on the patio so we could smoke and enjoy the evening air that, in a month, would be too hot to even breathe. The boys had changed clothes, each putting on skin-tight white 501 cutoffs and navy pocket tee-shirts. The clothes were nothing special, but they looked fabulous on them. The cutoffs were well worn, and you could see a lot of basket on those boys. The navy was a good choice, I thought, and it looked fabulous against their tans. They were the picture of male sexuality on parade, and I think they knew it. The place we went to was pretty crowded, and it had the full range of the New Orleans upper-middle class: thirty-somethings, kids in preppy clothes on dates, a couple of older couples, and several tables of two or three guys, probably gays. We sat at a table next to three young men in their twenties. They were pretty obviously affluent, and one was pretty obviously gay. I noticed they kept eyeing us. The boys ordered huge confections with lots of everything, and I ordered a bowl of plain vanilla ice cream and a cup of coffee--decaff. The waitress said it would take a few minutes but that my coffee would be right out. She poured each of us a glass of water from a stand right behind our table, and she was off. We all lit up. Then we noticed that there wasn't an ashtray on our table but that there were two on the table where the three guys were sitting. Kevin leaned over to ask to borrow one, got it, and then turned back to talk to them. "Kevin makes friends with everybody he sees," Brian said, referring to his talking to the men at the other table. "What about you? Are you a little more shy?" "No. I do the same thing. People seem to like us. At least that's the impression I get." "So, is the move to North Carolina going to be tough on you guys? Leaving your friends, and all, I mean?" "Not really. We're each other's best friend, and he's really the only person I'd die for. And I'm the only one he'd die for. Except our dad, of course, and maybe Chuck. We'll make new friends." "Have you guys talked about this?" "Not really. I just know how he thinks. And he knows how I think. Besides, you'll be coming with us, won't you? You're our friend." I couldn't argue with that. I asked Brian about the sports they play. "Well, football's the main one. I hope we can try out for the team at the school we'll be going to. Sometimes they pick the team in the spring, and a new boy isn't really considered. We're both good, though." "What positions do you play?" "Quarterback and wide receiver." "Which one plays which?" "We both play 'em both. We've been on the varsity team at our school since our freshman year. We both really know how to kick ass, and we're pretty versatile." By then our orders were there, and Kevin turned his attention to his ice cream. "What'd they say," Brian asked. "They told me about a party tomorrow night. It's a jerk-off party. You can't wear clothes, and everybody just jerks off. No fuckin' or suckin.'" He shrugged when he said that. "Let's go," Brian said. "I told them we would. Is that okay with you, John." He had called me John for the first time in a good while. "That's cool. Can we trust these guys, do you think?" "I didn't think of that. What's not to trust?" Kevin was still only eighteen, after all, and more than a little na^Ėve. "Well, sometimes guys want to take advantage of guys who look like you two. There could be bondage involved, and other things that are physically dangerous." "One of them said there would be no leather," Kevin said. "I wasn't sure what he meant, but I didn't want to ask. You want me to?" "No," I said. "That probably means it'll be pretty tame. Did you find out where it's going to be?" "At a club in West End. The Male Factor, or something like that. Have you ever heard of it," he asked me. "I know where it is," I said. "Have you ever been to a jerk-off party, J," Kevin asked. "Once," I said. "A couple of years ago." "Did you like it," he asked. "Well, yeah. It was okay. I went with a fraternity brother." "I think it sounds like fun. I'm excited about it," Brian said. "Me, too," Kevin said. "I know," Brian replied. The boys lit up after they finished eating. It was only around ten o'clock, and I thought maybe they'd want to go out. "What's up now, guys?" "You want to rent a movie," Brian asked. "I'm with you guys," I said. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me. I'm having a good time just hanging out with you two." We stopped at a video store, and picked up a copy of _Clerks_. When we went home, we all took our clothes off and got in Tom's king-size bed to watch the movie. Even though I had seen it, I still laughed my ass off at the dialogue. Kevin and Brian laughed, too, but it didn't take them long to fall asleep. The room lights were off, and I had the remote, so I finished the movie and went to sleep, too.