Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2000 15:08:49 -0800 (PST) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Part 2, Chapter 11 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. The characters have unprotected sex, as characters safely can in fiction. Reality, obviously, is another matter entirely. 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 medium without the written permission of the author. Other works by the author in the Nifty Archive include "Unusual Christmas" and the series Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school; "First Mate" and "Twin Spin" in gay/incest; The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters; "My First Year with Kevin" in gay/high school; and "From Slave to Houseboy" in gay/authoritarian. This story is a continuation of "Twin Spin," and you might find that some of the references make more sense if you've read the first part. E-mail comments are always welcome. Twin Spin, Part 2 Chapter 11 Even though I had taken Mike's advice to let the boys figure out their own lives, I still felt bad for Brian. He genuinely wanted to invite Kevin to do something, but the time constraints were such that it just didn't look like it was going to be possible. The next evening I caught Kevin as he was coming home. It was about one o'clock on Saturday morning, and he had been out with his friends. "Kevin," I said, as he locked the back door. I had tried to say it so as not to startle him too badly, but anything like that startles you. "What!" He almost screamed. "It's me. John." "Jesus Christ, J, you scared the fucking shit out of me. What's up? Is Brian okay?" "Everybody's fine, Kevin. I wanted to talk to you, and I didn't know when I might be able to catch you at any other time," I said. "Oh, thank God," he said. "Yeah, let's talk, John. Can we have a drink?" "Kevin, since when do you ask me if you can have a drink," I asked. "I guess what I meant was, would you like a drink?" "Yeah, I would like a drink," I said. I had already had two, but their effect had been nil. Kevin turned on the light in the kitchen and made stout scotches for each of us. We took them into the den. As he got closer, I knew from his breath that he had already had something to drink, but he and Brian were both incredibly responsible about drinking and driving, so I knew it hadn't been much. The first thing he did after we sat down was take a cigarette out of the pack that was on the coffee table and light up. The expression on his face as he sucked down the smoke made me think that that was his first in a long time. Before I could say anything, Kevin said, "John, I want to apologize again for hurting your feelings the other night with that Dozens shit. I made a promise and I made you make a promise, and I hope we'll both keep them." "Apology accepted, my man. Don't bring that up again, or I'll consider it playing the Dozens, and I will beat the shit out of you." He grinned. "I want to talk to you about Brian," I said. "Yeah. I really jerked off all over his dessert Wednesday night, didn't I?" "Kevin, where do you come up with stuff like that," I asked, laughing so hard I could barely talk. "I don't know. It just comes out. Kind of shoots out in spurts, you know?" "Stop it," I panted. "That's not the Dozens," he said, a look of mock confusion on his face. "I know," I said, "but...you're...making...me laugh...too hard." "Well excuse me for being cute," he said. I laughed some more. "Come on. Settle down. I want to talk seriously with you." Gasp. Gasp. "Okay, J. As long as I'm not pissing you off." "You're not, Huck." "Good. But I still think I was a little harsh with Brian," he said. "No, you said the truth, man. He had laid down the terms. I should know. I was there when it happened. He knows it, too." "Yeah," Kevin said, "I figured he did. He read my journal, didn't he?" "How can you tell," I asked. "I just know he did. He probably read it yesterday afternoon before the game. He was pissed off that I didn't come home last night, too, wasn't he?" "Have you talked to him, Kevin," I asked. "No. I just know. I know him. See, that's more of his wanting everything on his terms. Brian, in his own cute way, is a control freak. He's always dominated our relationship, even when I was insisting he play sports and shit with me. That's something I've just recently realized, but it's true." "He as much as said that last night," I said. "Well, I'm not angry about that, but those days of my life are over. Does he think I'm pissed off at him?" "No, he knows you're not pissed off. He feels a real void in his life for you right now, though," I said. "Well, I'm not the one running off to Durham every weekend. He's got Rudy, and Rudy is a damn good guy. Brian's lucky, and I'm happy for him. I'd do the same thing. We're just making different lives for ourselves, that's all. I feel a very large void in my life for him, but we're just headed in different directions. I wish we could spend some time together, but that just hasn't worked out." "That's really what I wanted to talk to you about. Spending time together," I said. "Hell, I'd love it, man. I thought when we got Misty and Midnight we'd do that, but we haven't. I don't think he rides Midnight much. She thinks I'm him, I think. Midnight's got a sweet personality, John. Brian would really love her if he got to know her better. She loves it when I ride her." "I asked him last night when the last time he rode Midnight was, and he couldn't remember. I'm sure it's been several weeks," I said. "See, I think so, too. She needs his love. She's got mine, now." "Well, horses aside, what I really wanted to ask you is if you have any plans for the Thanksgiving weekend." He looked puzzled. "I don't mean Thanksgiving Day. I know that will be a family day. I'm talking about the rest of the weekend." He thought for a few minutes. "Not really. I'd like to get some serious sleeping in. Study some. Ride the horses. Go out with my friends. Get laid a time or two. Why?" "Kevin, I hope you don't think I'm meddling, but..." "If you're meddling, it would be like Chuck or Dad meddling. I know you're doing it for our own good, no matter what scheme your little mind has come up with." "Well, last night before you came into the dining room, all of us basically told Brian the ball was in his court about you two. He has to take the initiative." Kevin didn't respond, and his face gave no clue as to what he was thinking. I continued. "We told him he had to invite you to do something with him." "Oh, man, J, I'd love that. I really miss him. It's like we're two ghost ships passing each other in the night. You know, I see him at school and all, but I'm friends with different people than he is." "Does he have any friends at school," I asked, fearing the worst. "Not really. I eat lunch pretty much with the other football players. A couple of times I asked him to come over to eat with us, but he didn't want to. I see him eating by himself all the time, and I feel like a complete shit. Several times guys have said, 'Ask your brother to join us,' and I didn't know what to say. I had asked him, John. He didn't want to." "He said last night you know everybody in school but him." There was a long pause, and I could see tears welling up in Kevin's eyes. He started breathing slowly and deeply, and he squeezed his eyes shut very tightly. After a minute, he was under control again. "I thought you were about to cry," I said. "I was, John. Milton taught me that technique to keep the water spouts under control. But the thought of my baby brother saying that just got to me. I'm sorry. I can't help it." He didn't even try the technique a second time. He let loose the tears. Kevin cried for a few moments. Then he blew his nose on his mostly-wet paper napkin from his drink. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and then finished up his nose there, too. "It hurts so bad that he thinks that. Goddamn, I want him to get to know my friends. I want him to be happy at school. I am. He deserves it. He's Brian." The tears started again, and Kevin used Dr. Spaulding's technique successfully that time. "Can you keep on with this, Kevin," I asked. "Oh, God, yeah. But I want another drink," he said. He got up to make us drinks. I expected him to return with drinks and snacks, but there weren't any snacks that time. "How much have you had to drink tonight," I asked when he returned. "One beer at Riley's house, and that one drink I just finished. I'm not turning into a lush, John." "I never thought you were. It's just that your reaction was so strong just now." "It was a strong reaction because what you said went straight to my heart, man. I know everybody at school but him. Oh, Jesus. Jesus Christ, man. I can't believe he believes that." "Well, he said it like he did," I said. "Oh, I'm sure you're right, J. It just tears me up, man. It just tears me up." Pause. "Why did you want to know about my Thanksgiving plans?" "Well, last night we talked about when he might be able to ask you to do something with him. He said he and Rudy had made plans to check out the ski slopes around here that weekend. I suggested he invite you to go along, but he didn't think that was a good idea." "It's a great idea," Kevin said. "I'd love to go." "Well, Brian doesn't think it's a great idea, and he vetoed that. Tonight it occurred to me that I might be able to talk Rudy into canceling that trip. Then Brian would be free to invite you to do something?" "Like what," he asked. There was a hint of excitement in his voice. "Well, I was thinking you guys might like to do some horseback camping together. You take the horses and just ride. You spend the weekend together in the woods. You both love to camp and fish. I know you do." "*I* love to camp and fish. I don't know anymore if Brian does or not," Kevin said. "Good point. But even if you guys just hung around the house playing 'War' or something, that would still be something you did together." "'War'," he asked. "It's a card game. You divide the deck and try to beat your opponent by turning over cards in turn. Forget it." "Oh, I know what you're talking about. In New Orleans we called that game 'Battle.'" "Okay, so play 'Battle' together. Just spend some time with each other, for God's sake. You both need it." "John, that would be so great. I wish we could do it this weekend. Tonight, even." "Well, you're kind of booked up with football and all, and Brian seems determined to spend every minute he can with Rudy." "I know," he said. "I think they think they're in love." "Well, regardless, Brian is desperate for you, Kevin." "And I'm desperate for him, too, John. I said in that car on the way back from New Jersey that I didn't want to lose my brother, and that's exactly what's happening." "Yeah, you did, Kevin. Don't think I haven't thought about that a thousand times. And I'm sure Brian has, too." "I know, but he did the right thing. I'm sad because Brian and I aren't as close as we used to be, but otherwise I'm very happy. I've got him and you to thank for that." "So is it okay with you if I talk to him," I asked. "Brian?" "No, Rudy. Mike and I are flying to Chapel Hill tomorrow for him to meet with some professors about research they're doing. We're coming back Tuesday. I figured I could catch up with Rudy on Monday. Or on Sunday night, even. What do you think?" "Oh, please do it, man. Please." "Okay. It's done. Let's just hope Rudy is as much of a man as I think he is." Mike picked me up the next morning around ten. He came in for a last cup of coffee. "Jesus, you look like shit," he said. "Why, thank you, sweetheart. What a nice compliment," I said. "Shit, man. I'm sorry. That was awful of me. What's the matter?" I explained about being up late with Kevin the night before. "No wonder. Well, you can sleep on the plane. Jesus, John, I'm so sorry I said that to you." I laughed, and, finally, he did, too. "I probably don't literally look like shit, but I know I'm not at my best. I didn't take offense. If you had said I smelled like shit, I might have. I use the finest of aftershaves, and it almost always hides offensive odors." "You asshole. You got me last." We both laughed. Mike's original idea was to drive to Chapel Hill, but I told him it was a long trip, maybe even as long as eight hours. He decided I was right, so we flew. Brian had driven the first time he'd gone to Durham with Rudy, and he said the drive, while beautiful, was long and difficult. On the plane, we got there in a little over an hour. We rented a car, checked into our hotel, and we were set. Mike had meetings with the people at UNC all Saturday afternoon and almost all day Sunday. I farted around the hotel, toured the UNC and Duke campuses, and sort of soaked up the atmosphere of Chapel Hill. It was supposed to be the best college town in the country, and it sure seemed that way to me. I waited until I knew Brian had left to go home to call Rudy. He was surprised to hear from me, of course, but, once he overcame the surprise, he seemed genuinely glad I had called. Mike was busy Sunday night, so I invited Rudy to have dinner with me. He accepted eagerly, and we made plans for me to pick him up at his dorm at seven. I had already scoped out what looked like a really nice restaurant, and I had made reservations for 7:30. It took less than fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant from campus, so we waited in the bar. I wasn't sure if they'd serve Rudy a drink, but it turned out he was fully equipped with fake ID. "So what brings you to Durham," he asked, once we had been served. "Well, you do, actually," I replied. He had a look of disbelief on his face, so I explained I had come with Mike but that I had really hoped I'd be able to talk with him. "You want to talk about Brian and Kevin, don't you," he asked. "Brian, Kevin, and you, Rudy. You're very much a part of that equation, you know?" "I hadn't really thought I was until this weekend," he said. "Brian was a little depressed, and he and I talked about the situation with Kevin." "I want to ask a favor of you, Rudy. You don't have to answer me tonight, but I'd like you give this some serious thought, okay?" "Sure. What?" "Brian and I tried to figure out a time when he and Kevin could do something alone. I suggested Thanksgiving weekend, but he said you guys have plans to check out ski slopes in the area around Asheville that weekend." "Wait, now. *Brian* has plans for us to check out ski slopes. I really don't want to. Having him here every weekend has been wonderful, but I haven't been able to get nearly the amount of work done I'd like to get done on weekends. The Saturday after Thanksgiving, Duke plays Carolina, and that's the game of the year for us. What I'd really like to do is have my ass planted firmly in Durham, studying, going to the game, and studying. I've got to, John." "I don't understand this. Brian presented it to me as an accomplished fact that you were coming home for Thanksgiving and that you and he were going to go skiing." "Brian often presents his own ideas as accomplished facts when they really aren't. *He* wants to go skiing. I want to stay here and study my ass off. Brian is a bit of a control freak, John. I don't know if you've noticed that about him. I love him dearly, but he wants to be in control." "Kevin said the same thing Friday night," I said. "Well Kevin's right. I've given in to him because he's so goddamn loveable, but that's something he and I are going to have to work through if our relationship is going to last. I haven't broached that with him yet, but the time's coming when I'm going to have to." "Rudy, this is like music to my ears, man. I was prepared to ask you to lie to Brian about that weekend, but I see lying won't be necessary." "No, it won't be necessary to lie to him. In fact, I decided this afternoon when I put him on the plane that next weekend was going to be confrontation time. I love seeing him, but I need time to get my school work done, John. I'm not as smart as Brian. I'm plenty smart, don't get me wrong or take that the wrong way, but this shit I'm taking is hard. I'm competing against some of the smartest people in the country, allegedly, and I've really got to work to keep my head above water." "What's your major, Rudy," I asked. "Pre-med. They called us to our table. We had finished our bar drinks, and we ordered another round at the table. "Yeah. I hear that's pretty tough," I said, referring to his major. "Well, it is for me," he said. "And see, for a while, Brian was calling me every night, and we'd talk for two hours or more. I can't afford that kind of time. I'd love to talk to him 24/7, but I just can't afford the time. Apparently he can." "Have the nightly calls stopped," I asked. "Yeah because I told him they had to. We talk once a week for an hour, on Wednesday night, and we see each other all weekend every week. That's going to have to stop, too. I plan to tell him next weekend he can't come over here until after finals. As much as I love having him here, I just can't afford the time." The rest of the evening was given over to much lighter conversation. Rudy was an extremely intelligent and interesting guy. He wasn't hard to look at, either, and I could definitely tell what Brian saw in him. As I was driving him home, he brought up the subject of Brian and Kevin again. "Brian's told me all about what happened last summer between him and Kevin. I think Brian was right to do what he did, but Brian has issues of his own to work through. It isn't only Kevin." "I think you're right, Rudy," I said. "I wonder if he doesn't need to see Milton Spaulding, too." "I beg your pardon," he said. "Nothing. I was just thinking out loud." By then we were at his dorm. "This has been a great evening, John. Thanks a bunch." "It's been a great one for me, too, Rudy. I think you're worthy of my boy. I hope he's worthy of you," I said. "Oh, he is, John, and then some. We'll get this worked out. I think I've found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, if we can overcome some of the hurdles on the way. Good night, man, and thanks, again." The next week was relatively quiet. Kevin continued his Herculean schedule, and Brian got ready to fly to Durham Friday afternoon. I had decided not to intervene until Brian brought it up to me, and that didn't take long when he got back Sunday night. "Can I talk to you, J," he asked, after Kevin had gone to bed. "You know you can, man. I'm going to have a drink. Do you want one?" "No, thanks." I poured myself a scotch, and Brian got a soft drink out of the refrigerator. Then we settled in the den. "So what's on your mind, Huck," I asked. "Oh, shit, J, I think I've fucked things up with Rudy." "What do you mean," I asked. I wondered if they had quarreled. "I've been controlling our relationship, and he made me realize it this weekend," he said. "Did you guys have a fight," I asked. "No. Not a fight, exactly. But he laid it all out, and he was absolutely right. I've been dominating our relationship and not giving him a chance to be himself. Oh, J, I feel so bad about that." "Tell me what happened." "He told me Saturday night, after we had made love, that things were really getting tight for him in school. He wants to make straight A's, but having me there every weekend is really cutting into his study time. And I can understand that." "And...," I said. "And he asked me not to go there for the rest of the semester." "Did that hurt you, Brian," I asked. "At first it did. It hurt bad. But then he explained that he really wanted me there all the time but that when I came as a visitor I took up all his time. And that's the truth. I do. He's taking some pretty mean courses, and I know he needs study time." "So if you understand that, what's the problem," I asked. "The problem is I didn't figure it out on my own, man. I know what it's like to need time for your work. Hell, at Colton we had so much damn work, sometimes I couldn't breathe." "That's not true this year," I asked. "Not by a third, man. We're having to take all these chickenshit electives, like 'Life Management Skills' and 'Personal Fitness' that everybody else took when they were freshmen and sophomores. Hell, Kevin and I are in a course called 'Study Skills and Critical Thinking' because it's required for graduation. Everybody else in our class is a freshman. We both made 1560 on the SAT, we're both National Merit Semi-finalists, and we've both made 5's on a slew of AP exams. Fucking study skills? Kevin and I could write the fucking book." I laughed. "I don't even know what else you're taking," I said. "Well, we're taking AP English, which is pretty good, and AP Physics. Oh, and we have a study hall. Next semester we replace 'Life Management Skills' with 'Practical Economics' and 'Study Skills and Critical Thinking' with some dumb-ass vocational course, like 'Cooking for Seduction' or 'Quilting for the Non-Handicapped.' We both got 5's on the two AP Economics exams, but we have to take fucking 'Practical Economics.'" "You're not taking any math," I asked. "Hell, we've already had a math course that's higher than the highest one they offer. If I needed the money, I'd apply to teach math." I laughed. "So what you're saying is, Asheville High really isn't offering you a challenge. Am I right?" "You are so right. We've had twice as many AP courses as they even offer in the whole fucking curriculum. Oh, and we get a second study hall period next semester, too." "No wonder you have time to spend weekends in Durham," I said. "Yeah. And Kevin has time to become Charles Atlas. Have you noticed him lately? Have you seen him naked? That boy has really put on some muscle in the last few months. He's bigger than I am now, by quite a bit." "No, I haven't seen him naked since the weather's gotten cooler. I'll have to sneak a peek." Brian laughed. "What's funny," I asked. "Sneak a peek. Hell, ask him to get naked at the dining room table on Thanksgiving Day. He'll do it. You know how he is." I laughed. "You're not that way, anymore," I asked. "You'd have done it, too, last summer." "I know I would have, if he had. He's the one with no shame, J. I got used to being naked, of course, but Kevin loves being naked. And the more people who see him, the better." "I never realized that," I said. "Well, it's true. I'm not embarrassed being naked around other naked guys, but Kevin wouldn't be embarrassed being the only naked person at a Mardi Gras ball." "So what are you going to do about you and Rudy," I asked. "You really seem to care for him." "I'm going to obey his wishes, that's what I'm going to do. This was my last weekend in Durham until January. And I'm going to be really careful about how many weekends I spend there." "That solves two problems, doesn't it," I asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, it solves Rudy's problem in needing time to study, and it solves your problem in having time to do stuff with Kevin." "Damn, I hadn't even thought about that. But you're right. Where is Kevin, anyway?" "I don't know. I've been with Mike all weekend. I just got home about thirty minutes before you did. I haven't seen Kevin in several days." "Do you think he's home," Brian asked. "Was his car out there? That would be a big clue, Brian." "No, it wasn't. I guess he's out," Brian said. Just then we heard Kevin's car drive up and park in the gravel parking area behind the kitchen. He didn't open the back door right away. "That was his car," Brian said. "What the hell is he doing?" "He's putting the horses to bed. He spends ten or fifteen minutes with them every night when he comes in. Sometimes more. He'll be in in a minute." Then I said, "I want another drink. Do you want another coke?" "Naw. Make me a scotch, too, please. And make one for Kevin. He'll want one, I think." "Yes, sir. Coming right up, sir." Brian hated it when I did stuff like that, and I always enjoyed his reaction. That night there was none. Kevin came inside and locked the door, as he always did. He opened the refrigerator to see what was there, but, finding no leftovers, he shut it again. "Why the fuck do they eat it all," he muttered. Brian and I were both trying hard to stifle our laughs when he said that. "Kevin," I called out. "Sir?" "It's me. John. Come into the den. I've got a drink waiting for you." "Okay," he said. "Are there any leftovers from dinner tonight," he called back. "No. There wasn't anybody here to eat dinner tonight," I called back to him. He came into the den at that moment. There was a look of real surprise on his face when he saw Brian was there. That was the first time the three of us had been together in a long time. Kevin sat on the sofa at the opposite end from Brian. "Whose are these," he asked, indicating the cigarettes on the coffee table. "At least one of them belongs to you," Brian said. He took one out of the box and lit up. He coughed a little on his first inhale. "Have you quite smoking," Brian asked. "Yeah, right," Kevin said. He took a drag and blew the smoke into Brian's face. "Good God, Kevin. That's nasty," Brian said. "Does it look like I've quit smoking," Kevin asked. "Well, no, but the cough sort of suggested you haven't been smoking lately," Brian said. "This is my first one since Wednesday night," Kevin said. "My lungs are just a little rusty, is all." Then, after a brief pause, "It's good to see you, Huck. Can I have a kiss?" He and Brian leaned toward one another and kissed chastely on the lips. "It's pretty fucking good to see you, Brian." "It's good to see you, too, Kevin," Brian replied. "How was Durham," Kevin asked. "And how's Rudy?" "Both were great. But I won't be going there again real soon," Brian said. "Aww, man. Y'all didn't break up, did you," Kevin asked. There was genuine solicitude in his voice. "No, we didn't break up. Rudy has a lot of studying to do, though, between now and the second week in December. He needs time to do it, and my being there is too big of a distraction." "Hm hm hm," Kevin laughed. "I'll bet. You've got a pretty big distraction." "Who you been distracting," Brian asked. "A girl named Elizabeth. She said I had the biggest distraction she had ever seen." "You let her see your distraction," Brian asked. "No. Just touch it in the dark. I didn't have a lighter with me, so she couldn't see it." "She might have touched off a rocket ship, if you had had a lighter," Brian said. Oh, the Dozens between two masters, I thought. "There was a fuel leak, no question about it," Kevin said. "Did you get it into an underground silo quick enough," Brian asked. "Oh, yeah. There was a blast-off, but only after a good bit of thrusting," Kevin said. "She was able to configure my hard drive to suit her needs, and the rocket delivered pay dirt." "Pay dirt," Brian asked. "Well, liquid fuel, I guess. We had 'lift off' after many a thrust." "That's my Huck," Brian said. "That's funny. She said, 'That's my fuck.'" Brian didn't have a come-back. "I believe that's a 'gotcha last, bro," Kevin said. They both laughed with a lot more glee than I thought it was worth, but, then again, I wasn't privy to their twin spin. "Damn, how long has it been, Huck," Brian asked? "I don't know, but I know it's been too fucking long," Kevin replied. "I have missed you so fucking much, man. You can't believe it." "*I* can't believe it," Brian asked in disbelief. "I shouldn't have said that. I know you can, Huck," Kevin said. "J, I think I have my birthday present," Brian said. "What are you talking about, man," I asked. "I've got my brother back," Brian said. "And I've got mine back, too," Kevin said. "Do you want to do something with me this coming weekend," Brian asked. "You name it, Huck, and I'm all over it, as long as it's with you." "How about we ride some horse Saturday. Maybe Sunday, too," Brian said. "You got it, boy." Pause. "Are you going to come to my game Friday night," Kevin asked. "You got it, boy." They laughed together like I hadn't seen them laugh in months. It was approaching midnight, but the feeling was too good to let go. I made us each another drink. "So why won't you eat with me at school, Brian," Kevin asked. "Does it bother you that I sit by myself," Brian asked. "Well, yeah. It does. Those are some really nice guys that I hang out with, man. You'd like 'em." "I'd feel kind of uncomfortable, though, you know? Since I'm not on the team, and all?" "And because you're gay," Kevin asked. I wasn't prepared for that one, but Brian took it in cool stride. "Nobody knows I'm gay," he said. "Oh, yeah, they do. I told them," Kevin said. "You did what," I asked. "He didn't, J. That's just his bullshit. He wouldn't do that to me," Brian said. "Would you?" "I'm not even going to dignify that last question with an answer. If you don't already know the answer, then we've drifted an ocean apart." "See, J. I knew he'd never tell unless I wanted him to," Brian said. "I just told them you were bi," Kevin said with a perfectly straight face. "You asshole," Brian said. "Kevin, level with me, please. You know our promises," I said. "John, I would never, ever, in this whole fucking world, tell anything about my brother that could even possibly, even remotely, reflect negatively on him. Period. I swear to God." I knew Kevin was telling the truth. "John, lighten up, man. Kevin and I were womb mates, remember." "Duh. How incredibly funny, Brian. The first time I heard that joke I laughed so hard I kicked a slat out of my baby bed," I said. "No doubt, and that was also the last time you had your foot out of your mouth to kick anything," Brian came back. I didn't have a return. "Okay, you got me last. Now let's put the Dozens away, boys, and play with something else for a while." "I know what I'd like to play with," Kevin said. "Me, too," Brian replied. Without warning, the both jumped up and grabbed me. They started pulling my clothes off so fast I didn't know which hand to swat away first. They moved like lightning getting me undressed, and, before I knew it, I was sitting there naked, with just my shoes and socks on. They came off next, though, and I was totally nude in what must have been no more than a minute. They grabbed my arms and pulled me into a standing position. Kevin dove for my cock, and Brian went to work on my asshole. I visualized Mike sitting across the room laughing his ass off. I was being sexually assaulted, just like in the good old days of the previous summer. Those two were good at what they were doing. Kevin's mouth was like a velvet vacuum tube, and he got me hard in no time. He was all over my crotch, licking, sucking, nipping, tonguing everything he saw. Brian had his tongue in my hole, and I felt the skin of my ball sack tighten up under Kevin's tongue. "I'm going to shoot," I said breathily. Kevin engulfed the head of my penis in his mouth, and Brian stuck his finger up my ass to get to my prostate. In little more than the time it took to say "ejaculation," I was having one, and Kevin was swallowing every drop I produced. Once it was over, they pushed me back into my chair. Brian lit a cigarette and handed it to me. Kevin handed me my drink. They sat back down on the sofa. "Phew," I was finally able to say. "Did you guys plan that," I asked. "What do you think," Kevin asked. "When could we have planned it?" "Good point," I replied. "Was that just pure twin spin," I asked. "The best," Brian said. "Are you pissed at us? Are you going to report us for rape?" I laughed. "What will Mike say when he finds out," Brian asked. There was a slight edge of concern in his voice. "*If* Mike were to find out, he'd laugh his ass off," I said. "But Mike and I aren't married, you know. We're dating, and I don't really know that he doesn't have a gorgeous set of twins of his own." They both thought that was pretty funny. "What would Rudy say, if he knew," I asked Brian. "*If* Rudy were to find out, he'd laugh his ass off," he said. "But Rudy and I aren't' married, you know. We're dating, and I don't really know that he doesn't have a gorgeous big brother of his own." We all laughed hard at that. "What would Elizabeth say, if she knew," I asked Kevin. "*If* Elizabeth were to find out, she's say, 'Whose john did y'all do it in?'" That broke us all up. I laughed so hard, I had tears streaming down my face. Brian was laughing as hard as I was. Kevin finally started laughing, too, just to join in the fun. When we had all settled down, Brian got us another drink. "Are you guys going to be okay," I asked. It was almost eleven o'clock, and that was very late for Kevin. "Especially you, Kevin. It's almost eleven." "Huck, let's don't go to school tomorrow," Brian said. "Let's stay home and play. "Them are the best wourds I done heared all day, podner," Kevin said, in a pretty good movie-cowboy accent. "I done tole you, bo-ah, ifn you aks me ta play, I'ma gonna play." Brian grinned so hard I thought his mouth would become paralyzed. Kevin gently reached over to him and wiped a tear from his face with his thumb. Then he leaned forward and licked the track of the tear off Brian's face. They ended in a rather passionate kiss. "Er, excuse me, but do you guys need privacy," I asked. They both laughed, but they also pulled back from one another. "Did that make you hard, J," Kevin asked. He got up and came over to examine me. I was still naked. "Yeah, a little. But, of course, with you, one heartbeat gets that thing of yours up." Pause. "Oh, fuck." "What," Brian asked at Kevin's obviously pained look. "He's gonna beat the shit out of me," Kevin said. "And I demanded he swear he'd do it." "What? Is this over that Dozens argument you guys had," Brian asked. "Yeah. I started it. Now he has to beat me to within an inch of my life," Kevin said. "Uuuuummmm, that ought to be fun to watch," Brian said. I laughed. "Kevin, sit your ass down and shut the fuck up," I ordered. "Sir, yes SIR," Kevin replied. "Do you guys realize this is the first fun we've had together in months," I asked. "Yeah, J. It's great, isn't it," Brian said. Kevin just nodded. "You guys have been through some rough times. I think they might be over, do you?" "I know they are, John," Brian said. Again, Kevin just nodded. "Why aren't you saying anything, Kevin," I asked. "Permission to speak, SIR!" "You shitass. Talk all you want to, fuckhead," I said. "What the hell is this all about," Brian asked. "Brian, John and I have discovered a secret dark side of each other. I've accepted his collar of servitude, Brian. John's my master, now." That was truly more than I could stand. I had a mouthful of scotch, and I sprayed it all over when I laughed. "Do you want me to lick it up, Master, like I usually do when you spew" Kevin asked, in all apparent seriousness. "You are fucking unbelievable, Kevin," I said. "None of that is true, Brian." "I know," Brian said. "I've known this asshole for years. I know what he's capable of." We all laughed. It was after two the next morning when we finally went to bed. I was a little drunk. Hell, I was a lot drunk, but neither boy seemed to me to be. I crashed in my room, and they slept together that night in Kevin's room. I didn't know what, if anything, happened between them that night, but I went to bed with a sense that they had one another back.