Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 23:05:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 2 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 2 We woke up Saturday morning around 7:30, which might have been the earliest I had been up in a year. They got up at six every day for school, so 7:30 was a sleep-in for them. We all had big morning boners, and they got up to piss at the same time. They left the bathroom door open, as guys often do, but I didn't hear any piss hitting water. In fact, I couldn't imagine how they could piss into a toilet at the angle their hard-ons would have sent the stream. I got up to see what they were doing, and I had one of the many surprises these two would give me. They were standing in front of a shower stall, with the glass door open, pissing into it. When they finished, one of them turned on the water to wash the piss away. I was standing right behind them when they turned around, all of us still fully erect. Brian said, "Hi, John. We should have let you piss before we washed it down. Sorry." "Do you guys always piss into the shower," I asked. "Only in the morning," Kevin said. "Our dad told us to do that so we don't get piss all over the bathroom if we try to do it into the toilet." That made sense to me. I wondered why I hadn't thought of it myself. With them watching, I took my morning squirt and flushed it away with the water. We went back into the bedroom and got back into bed. Kevin and Brian snuggled against me in the middle, and I could feel their cocks against my sides. Kevin put his head on my chest, and Brian draped his arm over Kevin. I was starting to get a little aroused. In a minute, Kevin said, "I'll go to McDonald's and get us breakfast. Don't do anything while I'm gone that I wouldn't do." He got out of bed, but I didn't pay any attention to whether or not he put on his clothes. I guess I just assumed he would. He left the room, and in a few seconds I heard a car start up in the driveway below us. Meanwhile, Brian started playing with my right nipple, and he was making me nearly crazy with excitement. I started reciprocating, but he brushed my hand away. "This is my treat," he said. I said nothing and let him go on about his business. I was lying flat on my back, and my cock was splayed up against my stomach. Brian used the palm of his hand to rub, very, very gently, the bottom of my cock and my nut sack. Using a finger and thumb, he gently pushed my nuts up into my body. They go most of the way up just before I come anyway, but he inserted them in their spots by hand. He continued to rub me softly, moving down to the sensitive area between my nut sack and asshole and back up again to the head of my penis. He took the head of my cock firmly in his left hand and applied mild pressure. He continued working on my cock and nut sack with his other hand, and the feeling was getting more and more intense. He continued that until I was right on the verge of coming, and then he stopped for a few seconds. I had a mini-orgasm, and a few drops of cum seeped out from around his left hand. He started back rubbing me, and in a few seconds, I had another orgasm, harder that time, but still not the big one. He kept that up through three more, each one harder and longer than the last. Finally, when the big one was about to hit, he pushed up on my balls and pulled down on my cock with his left hand. Oh, my God! I didn't usually buck when I came, like some guys I'd seen, but I damn sure did that time. It was as though my hips had been electrified, and I couldn't stop their moving. I came at least three times, each time harder than the one before it. The cum didn't spurt. Instead, it kind of oozed, like it had done the night before under Kevin's hand. Every cell in my body orgasmed over and over, and I experienced the most incredible pleasure I had ever known. When I had finished coming and had begun to recover, Brian got a warm, wet washcloth and wiped off all the cum that had pooled on my belly. When I could finally talk, I said, "Where do you guys learn this stuff? I've never had a sexual experience like that before. It was incredible." "There's a place on the World Wide Web called The Masturbation Homepage. Kevin and I both read it, and then we experiment on each other. It's cool, huh?" "I'll say. I gotta check that site out." We heard Kevin drive up just then, so we got out of bed. Brian started making the bed, so I helped him. I started putting on my clothes to go downstairs, but he only picked his up. "Don't bother getting dressed," he said. "Kevin and I will both be naked." "But Kevin dressed to go to McDonald's," I said. "No, he didn't. I've got his clothes right here." Again, I was shocked. Just then Kevin called up for us to come and eat. Brian and I went downstairs, and Kevin was standing in the kitchen, buck naked and still hard. We went out to the patio to eat. After we were settled, I said, "Kevin, did you go for the food without any clothes on?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, for one thing, you could have gotten arrested," I said, trying to think of other reasons. "It just looks like I don't have a shirt on; that's all. You can't see anything. Besides, the windows on the car are tinted pretty dark." "What about the girl in the drive-thru window. Can't she see you?" "I wish she could have, but it was a guy. If he saw anything, he didn't react. Hell, J, we do that all the time." I laughed nervously. "Well, don't think you're going to get me to ride around town naked. Or in the car with you naked, either." "We wouldn't do anything to embarrass you, J," Brian said in a voice that sounded like a little boy saying he's sorry. "No, J. We want you to be our friend. We wouldn't ever say or do anything to make you mad at us," Kevin continued in the same pathetic voice. "Don't be sad, guys," I said, now feeling like a shit for reproaching Kevin. "Let's just keep it inside the pants in public, okay?" "Okay," they said in unison. When I looked at those beautiful faces, they both had tears in their eyes. Then I really felt like a shit. We ate a while in the kind of silence you're desperate to break but don't know how. Finally, Kevin spoke. "Did you give him a flat-hand?" Brian grinned. "I knew you would, you fucker. Did you like it, J?" "Oh, God. It was incredible. What did you call it? A flat-hand?" "Yeah," they both said. "That's what we call it done that way," Brian continued. "It's good, isn't it," Kevin asked. "I think it's better than a pull-down." "What do you guys do, name all your stroke moves?" "Yeah," they said together. "How many more are there," I asked. "You'll see. It'll be a long, hot summer," Brian said. We all laughed. After we finished eating, I lit up a smoke, but neither of them did. Instead, they both jumped into the pool for some serious swimming. They started on laps, one of them calling out the number as they finished. They did thirty each, and it was a pretty big pool. When they finished and got out, they sat at the table with me, and they were barely breathing hard. Only when they had dried off did they light cigarettes. "You guys do this often," I asked. "Every day," Kevin said. "Every day," I asked, incredulous. "Even in winter?" "Yeah," they said at the same time. "The pool's heated, and the heater is on a timer." "How do you have time to do that," I asked. "We get up at six, but we don't have to be at school until eight. We come downstairs right away, usually wearing a robe because of our hard-ons, eat breakfast, swim, shower, and dress for school." Kevin explained their routine. "Oh, and we usually jerk each other off to get the day started right." They both grinned. "Who does the cooking? Your dad?" Again, Kevin. "No. We have a guy who works for us. Chuck. Didn't you meet him?" "Yeah, but I didn't think he got here that early." "He and his boyfriend are moving to Asheville with us," Kevin said. "So Chuck's gay," I asked with obvious obviousness. Kevin shrugged: "I guess so. He's old. Like forty-two or something. He's black, but Calvin, his boyfriend, is white. Calvin works for our dad as an engineer. Or something. Chuck's off on weekends." "So, do you guys ride to school together?" They looked at me like I had asked if they ever talked to one another. "Yeah. We only have one car. It belongs to both of us." Brian answered that time. "Does that ever cause problems," I asked. "If it did, we'd buy another one. We probably will one day. But right now, one's enough," Brian continued for the pair. "So tell me about Chuck," I said. "He's worked for us since our mom died. We were just a year old when that happened, and Chuck has been kinda like our mother," Kevin said. "His mother worked for my grandmother in Memphis, and he and my dad kind of grew up together. When my mom died, Dad was in Memphis visiting relatives, and he found out Chuck needed a job. Dad needed somebody he could trust to stay with us, and he asked Chuck if he wanted the job. He's been here ever since. He's really a member of our family. So is Calvin." "Do you think Chuck knows about what you guys do with one another," I asked. They laughed. "If he doesn't, he's a dumb-ass," Kevin said. "I mean, it would be obvious to me. One bed isn't slept in and the other one is covered with cum. He'd have to be a fuckin' moron not to figure that out." "Not only that, I think he watches us sometimes and jerks off himself. We do it out here a lot, and you can see the patio from some of the upstairs windows," Brian said. "Brian, you shouldn't say stuff like that. You don't know that he watches us, and you damn sure don't know that he jerks off." Kevin's voice had a touch of annoyance in it. "Well, I know what I'd do," Brian said. He and Kevin laughed. "Does he ever come on to you guys," I asked. "No, but if he did, we'd let him. We love Chuck." Brian said that with finality, and I could tell he was bored with the topic of Chuck. "You guys are fascinating," I said. "I've never really known identical twins before. Your dad said he thought twins were different from other people, and I think he might be right." They both laughed. "We know he thinks that," Brian said. "He tells us that all the time. We are different. We know what the other one is doing, even when we're apart. Or let me put it this way. If I know where Kevin is, I know what I'd be doing in that situation. So I know what Kevin's doing. And he knows what I'm doing. Dad calls that our twin spin." "Don't you find that weird. Neither of you ever has any privacy." "See, J," Brian said, "it isn't weird to us because we've never known any other way. It's natural to us. Besides, we don't always know where each other is." "But that's rare," they said in unison. It was about ten o'clock, and Brian stood up and went into the house. I figured he had to take a leak or something, but I decided to test Kevin. "Where's he going," I asked. "I don't know. He's probably going to get some books for us. We have homework." "Which books?" "I don't know. Trig and French." In a minute, Brian was back on the patio with trigonometry and French books for both of them. "I'll bet you forgot protractors," Kevin said. "Shit," Brian said. "You go get them." "Okay." When Kevin left, I told Brian what he and I had been talking about. He didn't seem amazed in any way, but I was totally fascinated. They got busy studying. I expected them to divide the problems and each do half, or something, but they both worked hard. My graduation from Tulane University was only two weeks to the day away, and I had finals in a few days. I decided to join the study session, so I went to my car and got a book. We sat in the sun on the patio and studied for a couple of hours without talking much, and I actually got some work done for the first time in ages. The absence of my "brothers" at the frat house did me some good. Around 12:30, the first word about lunch came up. Kevin started it. "I'm hungry. How about you guys?" "You know I am," Brian said. I could have eaten, but I wasn't really all that hungry. I had watched those two put away four sausage buiscuits each, along with a glass of orange juice and two cups of coffee. And they were hungry! "You guys want to go get a sandwich, or something," I asked. "We'll have to get dressed," Kevin said. "No more bare-assing around. I won't have it." We all laughed. Apparently, all was forgiven. "Let's go to Chubby's. He's got some great sandwiches, and we can shoot some pool," Brian offered. "Cool," Kevin said. We went upstairs and got dressed. They put on the white cut-offs, only that time they opted for a black tee-shirt (Kevin) and a red one (Brian). They looked even hotter than they did the night before, if that were possible. Chubby's was a neighborhood pool hall that served po' boy sandwiches. They each ordered whole roast beefs, and I ordered a whole ham-and-cheese. The sandwiches were enormous. They got rootbeers with theirs, and I got a Bud Light on tap. The sandwiches really were superb, but mine was way too big for my appetite. They ate theirs, though, and then split the part of mine I couldn't finish. We smoked cigarettes after we ate, and then we decided to shoot some pool. While we were playing, two guys came in that the twins knew. One guy was named Nick, and the other was Mike. They introduced us and said Nick was on the football team with them at their school. Nick was graduating, they told me, and he was a superb athlete. He had lost both of his parents in an airplane crash when he was a sophomore, they said, and now he and his brothers owned a lot of stuff. The other boy was in college, they said. "And you know what else," Kevin asked. "No, what," I said. "Nick's got a tattoo. On his left bicep. It's really cool." "Do you guys like tattoos," I asked, knowing how popular they were. "Yeah," they said together. "We're gonna get one," Kevin said. "Or at least I am." "I am, too," Brian said. "You know that." "What does your dad think about that," I asked. They both shrugged. "We've talked to him about tattoos," Kevin said, "and he said not to get anything we would be embarrassed about in front of our wives and children. Nothing obscene. He doesn't care, though, really." We let the subject drop. Kevin seemed to be the better pool player, at least that day. We played for a couple of hours, and I lost my shirt. Kevin and Brian were both really good, and they beat my ass on every shot. There was a continuous ebb and flow of people in and out of the place, and it looked to me like the kind of place I could grow really fond of. It was a good hang-out place, and, apparently, Kevin and Brian spent time there. It almost seemed that everybody who came in told them hello and seemed to know them. We went back to their house around three, and I felt the need for a nap. They took their clothes off and went back outside to study some more. I went up to Kevin's room to rest. They came running in naked and hard around five. I had slept soundly for two hours, and I felt really refreshed. They jumped on the bed with me and started harrassing me: tickling, mostly, but some nipping at my naked flesh. "Get up, J. It's almost time to go eat," Brian said. Gawd, I thought, I'm still full from lunch. "Here's the plan," Kevin said. "We'll go get something to eat. Come home and work out, and then go to the party. How does that sound to you, J?" "That sounds good. What have you guys been doing?" "Studying," Brian said. "All this time," I asked. "Yeah," Brian said. "What about the hard-ons," I asked. "We've been thinking about you," Kevin said. "And tonight." They both smelled really good. Like new-mown grass, or something. "You both smell good. What are you guys wearing," I asked. "Nothin'," Kevin said. "That's just the way we smell," Brian said. "You're just smellin' us." What children! What beautiful, magnificent children! They might be experienced in some ways, but they were just as fresh and clean as infants. Before I drifted off for my nap, I had thought about them. They had no guile. There was no pretense in them. They were honest, intuitive, and natural. I still wasn't out of bed, so one of them pulled the covers all the way back, and the two of them got in with me. "We know how to get your ass up," Brian said playfully. He took one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger and started kneading it. Kevin got between my legs and started tickling my balls. With that treatment in progress, I got "up" in about thirty seconds. Then they physically lifted me out of the bed (I wasn't struggling, but they could have still done it if I were, probably.) and stood me up on the floor. They put their arms around each other's shoulders and around mine, and they pulled us so close our cocks were touching. They started moving around rather slowly, rubbing our three cocks with each other. The feeling was intense, and I knew I wouldn't last long. As though he had read my mind, Brian said, "Whoever comes first has to suck off the other two. Okay?" Kevin and I agreed quickly, even though I thought it would be me. There could be a lot worse things to do, though, that's for sure. Just as I predicted, I shot my wad in a few seconds. Most of my cum landed on Kevin's dick, and he quickly spread it all over Brian's as well. After a few seconds' recovery, Kevin said, "Okay, J. We're ready. Sit on the bed. Brian, you go first." I sat on the edge of the bed, as instructed, and Brian moved into position. His cock was too big for me to take more than half of it into my mouth, and the taste of my own cum was a bit of a surprise. Kevin watched me take his brother into my mouth, and he even reached over and stimulated my nipple for a little while. That made me start getting hard again, even though I had just come, and in a few minutes I had a raging erection. Kevin was very active. He got down on the floor behind Brian and started licking his asshole. Brian tensed for a moment when he did that, and I thought he was going to come. Instead, he said, "Huck, lick my nuts." Kevin did what Brian told him to do. I was concentrating on Brian, but I could see Kevin on the floor under him in my peripheral vision. He had a huge hard-on, and he was leaking fast. In a few minutes, Brian said, "Kevin, fuck me." I was a little startled by that, but I kept right on sucking. Brian was beginning to moan as Kevin stood up to let him have it. When Kevin entered Brian, I could feel the pressure in my mouth. Brian's cock went in another inch or so, and I almost gagged. When Kevin was in, Brian pulled back to a more comfortable position. Brian was a thoughtful recipient of my favors. He reached in front of himself and took my cock in his hand. He started doing his famous flat-hand on me. I was twenty-two years old, and I had been having sex since I was twelve, but that experience wasn't like anything I had ever known before. Kevin reached around Brian and started rubbing both my nipples. His touch was gentle, and the stimulation was intense. In a few minutes, Brian said, "J, I'm about to come. Pull off, if you want to." I didn't want to. Kevin shifted his attention from my nipples to his brother's, and in a few seconds they both came, Brian, I know, with a great tidal wave of cum. I swallowed a lot of it, but quite a bit leaked out of the corners of my mouth. The first spurt was heavy, but it wasn't the largest. The second flushed my mouth and throat, and then the rest were less. I was near coming myself when Brian separated from me. He then did something that was very thoughtful: Kevin pulled out of his ass, and Brian turned and started licking his cock. He was cleaning his brother up for me! I watched as he carefully licked every square centimeter of his cock, and that made me even more turned on than I had been. Kevin next presented his cock to me. I took it willingly, and it tasted fresh, clean, and virile. I smelled the scent of Brian's ass on his pubic hair, and it was overwhelming. Kevin continued where Brian had left off with the flat-hand job, and Brian, who was still hard, stuck his cock up Kevin's ass without being told. In a few minutes, all three of us came in a great spasm of ecstasy. Kevin was better at the flat-hand than Brian had been that morning, and I orgasmed until I thought the tip of my cock would fly away. Kevin came heavily, but not as much as Brian, since he had just come in Brian's ass. But I still couldn't hold it all. It was a spectacular experience, one unequalled in my life. When everybody had finished coming and had begun to calm down, Kevin went into the bathroom for a hot, wet hand towel to clean everybody up. "Did you like that, J," Kevin asked. "Oh-My-God," was all I could say. "Remember, there's a long, hot summer coming," Kevin said. We all laughed again. We got dressed and went to a neighborhood restaurant to get dinner. By then I was pretty hungry, despite my double serving of cum-snack a little while before. We got coffee and smoked cigarettes. I noticed both boys used chrome Zippo lighters. They both smoked Marlbors Reds in the box. I smoke those most of the time, too, but I happened to have a box of Marlborl Lights that night that I had "borrowed" from my roommate. I asked them about the lighters. "Our dad gave them to us when we turned fifteen," Kevin said. "You guys were smoking then," I asked. "Sure," Brian said. "Weren't you? We'd been smoking a couple of years, and Dad knew it." "Yeah, I was," I said, grinning. "When he gave them to us, Dad said, 'If you don't need these already, you probably will soon.' Kevin said, 'We need 'em, Dad.' Dad said, 'Well, if your gonna smoke, we might as well all smoke together.' He took out his pack and gave us each one and took one for himself. We all lit up. We've been smoking in front of him ever since." "You guys and your dad have a very special relationship, don't you," I asked. "Yeah. We do," Kevin said. "We tell him almost everything." "What don't you tell him," I asked. "Well, we don't tell him about sex. At least not between us. We told him when we first got laid by a girl, though." "Kevin," I said, "he knows." Brian said, "Well, of course he knows. He's caught us at it. We just don't talk about it." We all laughed. After we paid our bill, or, I should say, after Kevin paid the bill for all of us, we went back to their house. They wanted to work out, which I thought was pretty strange for seven o'clock on a Saturday night after a pretty big meal. They wanted me to work out with them, but I was really not in the mood. I went into the pool house with them, though, to watch. The first thing they did was to take off all of their clothes. They told me they like to work out nude so they can see all of their muscles in the mirrors that lined the place. They started off by stretching, and the grace and form of their tanned, nude bodies was stunning. I thought I could easily fall in love with those two. They worked hard at their routine, helping one another, as I knew they would. At one point, Kevin was standing behind Brian, who was prone on a weight bench, and Kevin's big cock was dangling almost as far down as Brian's face. Brian's own cock was limp and off to the side of his hip. The picture of these two studs in that position was perfect, and I started getting hard. What else started getting hard were their muscles. I work out enough to know that you get pumped from the extra blood that enters your muscles from a workout, but I had never seen a workout have the effect on anyone else it had on those two. Before they started working out, they looked like two really well-built kids. Halfway through, though, they looked like gods. Their muscles seemed to double in size. The pecs in particular got large, and their nipples expanded in proportion. I thought about the guys at that club we were going to later and what their reactions to those boys would be. In-fucking-credible. When they did their ab work, the muscles looked like they would burst through their skin. The definition was superb, and their six-packs were enough to turn anybody on. I knew they were only eighteen, but they had the bodies of much more mature men. They kept to their workout for an hour and a half, and they finished promptly at 8:30. They both needed showers, of course. "Come on, J, join us. You need a shower, too. And a shave," Brian said. I got up and went toward the locker room portion of the pool house with them. I undressed, and, even though my erection had gone down, the head of my cock was slimy with pre-cum. Kevin took it in his hand and rubbed his thumb all around the head. "Did we make you do this," he asked. "While you were watching us work out?" I must have blushed as I nodded. "Don't be embarrassed, man. It's a natural reaction. It happens to us all the time. Besides, it's kind of flattering, don't you think, Huck?" Brian just grinned and nodded. I didn't know what to expect from those two hot stallions in the shower, but I was ready for anything. As it turned out, though, it was just a shower. After we had gotten out and dried off, Kevin asked, "J, do you think we should shave?" I hadn't shaved since Friday morning--well, noon--and I needed to. I looked at Kevin's face, and, to my surprise, he had a full-faced beard. It was very light blond, so I hadn't noticed it before, but it was every bit as heavy as mine. "Yeah. Definitely," I said. Then, "you guys ever think of growing beards? It looks like you could. I think blond beards are really hot." Kevin pinched one of Brian's nipples. "See, I told you. We have been thinking about growing one this summer. Brian said he didn't think they would look all that good. I really want to." "I said I would, Huck. I'll deface myself for you, if that's what you fucking want, you cretin." "It's amazing how heavy your beards are for blonds at your age," I said, "especially since you don't have much other body hair." "I know," Kevin said. "But that seems to run in our family. We get most of our features from our mother, apparently. She has two brothers who resemble us, or who we resemble, and they both are blonds with heavy beards." "They have big cocks, too," Brian said. "Our dad's cock is about like yours." Then he caught himself. "Not that there's anything wrong with yours. It just isn't as big as ours are. Shit, I fucked that up, didn't I?" "Don't worry about it, Brian. I'm not ashamed of my cock, but, yes, yours are bigger. And hornier." We all laughed. We all shaved and went up to their rooms to get dressed. I put on blue jeans and a purple Polo shirt. Kevin wore white 501's and a long-sleeve Tommy Hilfigger shirt of navy blue and green, and Brian wore rather tight olive chinos and short-sleeve, button-up maroon shirt. I had suggested that none of us wear socks or underwear, since we would have our clothes off most of the evening, anyway. They informed me they never wear underwear except to go to the doctor. I knew they hadn't been wearing any, but I didn't know until then that that was their preferred way to go. It was nine o'clock when we left their house. The place was pretty far from where they lived, and the doors were only open for the party between nine and ten. We got there at 9:45. "Leave your wallets and stuff in the car," I said. "Also, there's probably a cover charge. Did those guys last night tell you how much, Kevin?" "Yeah. Fifty dollars each. Fifty-three if you smoke." "Why more if you smoke," Brian asked. "They provide cigarettes," Kevin said. "Also, the drinks are free." I laughed, and Kevin looked at me quizzically. "They're free if you pay fifty dollars." He realized what he had said and laughed, too. We went up to the door of the place, which had once been a very stylish mansion. There were a couple of guys ahead of us at the door. When it was our turn to pay, the guy at the door stopped us. "Whoa. You guys here for the party," he asked. I had known that was coming. He would want to see some ID, and I was sure we'd be turned away since ours was in the car. "Yeah," Brian said. "It's fifty bucks a head. Wait till they get a load of you two. Guys'll be comin' without even bein' touched. In-fucking-credible." Kevin started to give the guy a hundred and a fifty. "Oh, do any of y'all smoke?" "Yeah. We all do," Kevin said. "Then that'll be a hundred and fifty-nine. To pay for the smokes. They're all over the place in there. Help yourselves. And the drinks are on us, but if you want something other than beer, you gotta pay for it on your way out. Have fun, boys. I'll be back there later." He winked at Kevin and Brian and sort of grinned at me. After we went in, there was another guy to direct us to the room where we could get undressed. He gave us baskets to put our clothes in and stamped the number of the basket on our hands. "There's a pool back there," he said, "but that ink won't come off from just swimming. You gotta scrub it off. Put your clothes in the basket and bring the basket to me. When you're ready to go, just show the guy at that window there your number, and he'll give you your stuff. By the way, boys, you're the prettiest ones so far. And it's almost time to close the door." We went into the changing room, and the two guys who were ahead of us were in there getting undressed. They were speaking German, and they both had military-style hair cuts. I figured they were from a ship docked in the Port of New Orleans, and that fact was confirmed, more or less, when I saw that one of them had a tattoo that was strictly nautical in theme: an anchor and a mermaid. "Is everybody here going to be gay," Kevin asked. "Probably not," I said. "There will be the entire spectrum of human sexuality. At least there was at the other jerk-off party I went to." "Only guys, though, right?" "Yes, Kevin. Only guys." We got busy taking our clothes off and putting them into our individual baskets. When we were all buck naked, I looked at the two of them, and my heart fluttered. God, they were magnificent. The workout had pumped them up to almost twice their normal size, or so it seemed to me, and they were gorgeous. Their faces had the look of both innocence and experience, and their bodies were sheer perfection. If I had had to come up with a single-word adjective to describe them, it would have been "olympian," in every sense of the word.