Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2000 23:41:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Part 2, Chapter 6 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 6 I was totally surprised by Kevin's journal. I had had no idea that they both sensed the other one had a different sexual orientation when they were as young as twelve or thirteen. They did, though, and Kevin had arrived at that on his own. While I was still sitting on the patio, Kevin rode up on Misty. He was nude, and she was without the thousand-dollar saddle Brian had bought him. He got off her, tied her bridle to a light post near the patio proper, and walked toward me. His dick bounced up and down as he walked, but I tried not to notice it. Yeah, right. "Hey, J. Did you read my journal," he asked. "And good morning to you, too," I said. "Sorry, man. I've been up a while, though. Good morning. It's important for you to remind me of my manners like that, J." "Are you revving up for the Dozens," I asked because he had that look in his eye. "No, man. I'm serious. That's how I learn. Constant repetition of the most basic facts. I should have told you 'good morning' before I asked you if you had read my journal. I knew that, but it had slipped my mind." "Yeah, I did read it, Kevin, and it was kind of an eye-opener." "Yeah, I guess it was. Is this coffee fresh," he asked, pointing to the pot of coffee I had brought out and plugged in." "Yeah. Help yourself." He poured a cup of steaming coffee, put cream and sugar into it, and took a sip. "It's good, man. You give good coffee. And good cream." "Don't you ever fucking let up, Kevin," I asked. "Nope. Not as long as I've got a clever guy around who has a come-back." "Well, please hold off for now. Would you, Kevin?" "Jeeze, I'm sorry, J. I was just having fun with you." "I know you were, Huck, but I want to talk about your journal. It's pretty intense. I learned a lot about you and Brian from what you wrote." "I learned a lot writing it, if that makes any sense," he said. "That makes all the sense in the world, man." I lit a cigarette. "Can I have one of those. I haven't smoked yet today." "Sure. They're probably yours, anyway. Hell, I can't keep up with cigarettes around this place. Whose pack is whose." "I know. Me, either. But I don't care as long as they're around." Kevin took one out and lit it. He inhaled deeply. "Do you see Dr. Spaulding today," I asked. "No. Tomorrow. I'm supposed to e-mail him my journal, though. In fact, I probably ought to do that pretty soon so he'll have time to read it." "What did you learn, Kevin? From writing the journal, I mean." "I learned that Brian and I discovered our true sexual orientation a long time ago but that we were afraid to admit it to each other. I realized more deeply than I had before that Brian wanted to be me as much as I wanted to be Brian. Oh, and I also learned how to do a footer in Microsoft Word. That's probably the most valuable thing I learned." "You asshole," I said, laughing at his last comment. "Do you know how to make a header and a footer? Huh? Well, answer me. Do you?" "Kevin, shut the fuck up, will you?" "Okay." "How do you feel about that," I asked. "Well, I love headers, but footers aren't bad, either." "Are we having a serious conversation or not, man, because I can spend my time doing better things than fucking around with you." I was annoyed, and I knew it showed in my voice. "I'm sorry, J. I want a serious conversation, and I know I've been acting like a horse's ass, but that's because..." "STOP. Don't do it. I can see the devilment in your eyes, man." "Okay. Busted. We're having a serious conversation." "Back to you and Brian. Are you jealous of Rudy? Of his budding relationship with your brother?" Kevin was silent for a few minutes. He took the last drag off his cigarette and snuffed it out carefully. "Yeah, I am," he said. "At least a little bit." "Were you jealous of Lloyd," I asked. "Yeah, I was. More than of Rudy's relationship with him, in fact. Lloyd was a pig. This guy is somebody Brian could really fall in love with and end up spending the rest of his life with." "Does Louise have that potential for you," I asked. "I don't know, J. Not yet, she doesn't." "What about Lauren from earlier in the summer? Does she?" "She has more than Lou does, but I'm not sure I'll have a chance to explore that." "Why not," I asked. "Isn't she coming back to school here this fall?" "Yeah, I guess she is," he said. "We haven't kept up, though. And Lou's pretty cool, you know? Do I have to decide right now?" I laughed, and he did, too. "Of course not, asshole," I said. Kevin changed the subject radically. "Midnight's been in her stall and in the corral for a couple of days. Brian's been busy with Rudy. You want to go for a ride with me and Misty?" I thought about it for a few seconds. "Do I have to go bareback and bareass," I asked. "No, but it's the best way to go. You can feel that heat from her rising up through your balls and you asshole. It gets more and more intense, and, soon, you're hard. That heat keeps rising, and pretty soon your hard cock is jerking back and forth by itself with every step she takes. You're so hot, and you want to come soooooo bad." "Kevin, you're making me hard, man, just describing it. Of course I'll ride Midnight with you, bareback and bareassed." "All right, J! You da man! Let me go send this file to Milton, and I'll be right back. Get naked, dude. You're fixing to have the time of your life." Kevin wanted me to ride with him down to the barn. He got up on Misty without any trouble, but I had to stand on a chair to get on her. Kevin told me to hold on to his hips. I could feel the heat Kevin had been talking about earlier, and I started getting hard. "Move up closer to me, J, and put your arms around my waist so we can go a little faster. Misty is in a great mood today, and she wants to run a bit. I'm afraid you'll fall off." "Er, Kevin, this is kind of turning me on. If I sit like that, you'll have a hard cock against your back." "So what?" "You won't mind it," I asked. "Yeah, right. It wouldn't be the first time, and I hope it won't be the last time," he replied. "Let's forget about Midnight for the time being and let you get used to riding with me, okay?" "Sure. That's fine with me." I moved forward and took hold of him around the waist. Sure enough, my cock was right on his back. We rode that way for a while. We were only at a trot, but I could tell I needed practice. I had never ridden bareback or bareassed before, and it was a challenge to keep from slipping off. The constant bouncing of me on the horse made my dick rub up and down on Kevin's back. I was really getting turned on. "Let's stop, Kevin," I said. We had come to one of the creeks on the place, and I knew I'd come if the stimulation I was getting kept up much longer. He stopped Misty. He got off, and I saw that he was as hard as I was. Then he helped me down. "I see Misty turned us both on, J. You look like you're about to bust a nut." "I am. That's why I wanted to stop. Rubbing my dick on your back somehow aroused me," I said. He laughed. "It would have been okay for you to come, man. We could have cleaned her off." "Sit down, Kevin," I said. "You still turn me on very fucking much. Do you know that?" "Well, I hope I do, J. You and I have had some pretty righteous sex, haven't we? You turn me on, too, dude." "Do I?" "Well, yeah. So does Brian. Rudy probably would, too." "I don't understand this, Kevin. You're supposed to be straight." "Duh! Have you never been turned on by a woman," he asked, knowing the answer before he asked the question. "Of course I have been. You know that." "A gay man can be turned on by a woman, but a straight boy can't be turned on by a man? J, I don't get the logic." "I thought you weren't interested in sex with guys anymore," I asked. "When did I ever say that?" There was a hint of the indignant in his voice. "I don't understand this, Kevin. I swear to God, I don't." "Welcome to the club. I'm hoping Milton can help me sort some of this out, in time. I don't see guys in public places and think, Jeeze, I'd sure like to fuck his ass. But you and Brian aren't guys I see in public places. You're people I love from the core of my being, and expressing that love with you guys physically doesn't make me gay. Shit, y'all beat me up for two solid weeks to help me see that point. Plus, it still feels every bit as good as it did when I wanted to be gay." "Did we really beat you up, Kevin? I'm sorry if I did that." "Well, it was just a figure of speech, J. Only Brian literally beat me up. You didn't." "That's still bothering you, isn't it," I asked. "Yeah, J, it is. It really is. I'll get over it, but it's something that...it's just...I mean. Shit, I don't know what I mean. But, yeah, it still bothers me a lot. Yesterday, Milton and I talked about that for a long time. Or, I should say, I talked about it. He mostly just listened and asked 'why' about five hundred times." "And you really like him, don't you," I said. "Who, Milton? Oh, yeah. He's the best. He's not you or Brian, but he's cool." We were stretched out on the grass, just talking. Misty came over to where we were, and she nudged Kevin's shoulder. He ignored her at first. Then she did it again. "I think my girl wants some attention," Kevin said. "Let's go. She's probably hungry. Horses eat like fucking horses, man." I couldn't help laughing. Kevin kept his appointment with Dr. Spaulding on Wednesday, August 8th. He went into town early to work out at the Finch Building. Then he and Lou had lunch, and then he had his appointment. He didn't come home that night, so I figured he spent it with Louise. Chuck and I were just sitting down to lunch when Kevin came in the next day. "Well, hello, stranger," Chuck said. "Hey, Chuck." Kevin kissed Chuck on his cheek. "What's going on?" "Sit down for lunch," Chuck said. Kevin took his usual place at the breakfast room table. "Where's Brian," Kevin asked. "He's at Rudy's house," I said. "Oh. Yeah. Rudy." Kevin seemed to be a little depressed. "What's the matter with my baby," Chuck asked. "Nothing. I'm fine. How's my mama?" "Dead," Chuck said, deadpan. "Still," Kevin asked with wonder in his voice, like maybe she had been asleep for days. "You're a piss-ant, you know that," Chuck asked. "Yes, sir. You raised me. What else could I be?" "Ohhhhhhh, no you didn't," Chuck said in mock horror. "Didn't what? Didn't piss? I pissed in the pool just before I came inside." "Somebody hold my hand back before I have to go slapping faces around here," Chuck said. "Yeah, you always promise, but you never deliver. I need a spanking really bad, Chunk. On your lap. Both of us naked. Just like the old days." Chuck lost it and laughed his ass off. "Boy, I should never have taught you that fucking game." "You didn't teach me how to fuck, Chuck. Remember, I begged you, but you said I had to figure it out on my own. Oh, God, J, I wanted it so bad, but he wouldn't teach me how to do it. He wouldn't get my cock straight for me, so now I've turned into some kind of little straight boy." I was in awe of the two of them. "You can say 'gotcha last,' cause I don't have anything to say to that, Huck." We all laughed at Chuck's admission of defeat. "Now shut the fuck up and eat. By the way, Kevin, your chicken salad is poisoned. John's and mine isn't." "Oh, God. Not again. Someone at this table doesn't realize that the human body can build up immunities to poison. I'll shit non-stop for three days, but it won't kill me. I've just had too much of it over the years." "Kevin...," Chuck said. "Sir," Kevin asked. "How the hell did you get to be so cute, of all the people God made?" Kevin just laughed, and Chuck and I did, too. "So, did Brian ride Midnight this morning," Kevin asked. "Not that I know of," Chuck said. I haven't seen him in days. I talked to him this morning, and he told me he would be at Rudy's house if I needed him. Like I don't have his cell phone number memorized." "His battery might be dead," I said. "If he hasn't charged it in a few days, it probably is." "Oh, my God," Kevin said, affecting a very effeminate voice. "How fucking technologically savvy, John. You must work for a major technology company." "You shitass," I said and slapped him on his arm. "Why is it every meal around here turns into a three-ring circus," Chuck asked. "Do you really want an answer to that question, Chunk?" "NO. I'm sorry I asked it. Don't you open your fucking mouth except to eat. Now hush, Baby, before we throw you out with the bath water." Kevin started to say something, but Chuck cut him off. "Don't say it, Baby. Keep that gorgeous mouth of yours fucking shut. You eat Chuck's food." Kevin was trying so hard not to laugh out loud that I thought he would have a stroke or something. He was chewing, but he did things with his lips that were funny as hell. He was mocking Chuck's order, of course, and Chuck and I both knew it. "Kevin, look at me," Chuck said. "I hereby formally declare that I cannot get the better of you in the Dozens or in anything else. You are hereby declared the champ." Kevin dropped his fork, stood up, ripped off his tee shirt, and clasped his hands above his head. He had a mouthful of food at that moment, and he kissed Chuck on the forehead, depositing a substantial amount of that chewed food on Chuck. Then he did the same to me. Then he did a bodybuilder's pose and flexed every muscle in his upper body. It was quite a sight. When that was done, he sat down and continued eating, as though nothing had happened. Chuck and I were roaring with laughter. That was the funniest kid I had ever known, and he did it all without cracking a smile or saying a word. When he had finished eating, he said in a strident military voice, "Permission to speak, SIR." "You may speak," Chuck said. "That was a mighty fucking good lunch, Mama." "You shitass," Chuck said, grinning all the while. He did something then that really surprised me. He got up and started clearing the table. He scraped the dishes into the garbage, rinsed them, and put them into the dishwasher. When he was done, he sat back down. "So, does anybody here smoke? 'Cause I do, and I want a smoke." Chuck passed him his pack. Kevin took one and passed the pack to me. Then all three of us lit up. "I don't suppose you want to talk about where the hell you've been since yesterday morning," Chuck asked. "I've been in the city. In Asheville. Let's talk about this, okay, Chuck? I'm eighteen years old, I've got what amounts to an apartment in the Finch Building, and some nights I'm just not going to come home. Okay? Are you okay with that?" Kevin's tone was not jocular in the least. He was asserting his manhood to Chuck. "Don't you think you could call and let us know your plans," Chuck asked. "Huck, I'm not going to always know my plans. I didn't know my plans last night, for example. Things just kind of happened. Chuck, if you're worried about me, you know I always have my phone and my pager with me. You can always call me." "Yeah, but Kevin, I don't want to interfere with what's going on," Chuck said. "I know you don't, Chunk, but what am I suppose to do. 'Er, hold that orgasm, will you? I need to call Chuck and tell him I'm still alive and safe.'" Chuck laughed. "You've grown up, haven't you." "Yes, sir, I hope so. Thanks to you." "Kevin, baby, you know I don't have to know where you are every minute. I do respect you as a man. More in the last few weeks, in fact, than ever before. But please let me worry about you." I saw that Kevin was about to tear up, but he fought it back. "You can worry yourself about me, but you can't worry me about me. Is that a deal?" Chuck thought for a few moments. "That's about the only deal I think might be available to me," he said. "I love you, mama. You know that. But I'm a big boy now." "I know it, Kevin. And I accept that. You *are* a man now, over and out." There was a lull in the conversation for a few moments. Then Kevin said, "I want to go look for a car for myself. Who wants to come? First, I need a shower, but then I'm going car-buying." He got up and went upstairs to get cleaned up. "What did I tell you," Chuck asked me? "About what," I asked in return. "About them needing separate cars. Didn't I tell you that was next?" "You damn sure did. I think I know them pretty well, Chuck, but I'll never know them like you know them." "No, John, you won't." There was a long pause. "Did you hear what I said to him?" "What, about teaching him the Dozens," I asked. "No. I said 'You *are* a man now, over and out.' And did you see the tears come to my eyes? My babies have grown up, John, and it's not easy. It's not easy." "Those two will be your babies for the rest of their lives," I said. "Oh, I know they'll think of me as their mother, or, at least, as their parent for the rest of their lives. But it's still hard." "Are you going with us," I asked. "No, I need to talk to Tom." "Chuck, I'm going to ask you a deeply personal question, and slap my face if it's too out of line. Were you ever in love with Tom?" "You're a perceptive son of a bitch, aren't you? Yes, I was and I still am. Don't get me wrong. I'm completely in love with Calvin and always will be, but, yes, I was and still am in love with Tom. He's never done a thing with another man, and don't ask me how I know that. I just do. But if he had had the slightest inclination, I would be with him now and not with Calvin. Of course, there would have been no Brian and Kevin, obviously. So I channeled my love for Tom into loving those two. Is that as sick as it sounds?" "Hell, no, man. It's not one bit sick." I paused. "You're a great man in my eyes. In fact...." "No, no, no. Don't go there, John. Please. If you do, you and I will be fighting Kevin for appointments to see his doctor, and you know it." I chuckled. "Does Tom know how you feel about him," I asked. "We've discussed it no less than a hundred times, so I suppose he does." "And he has no feelings for you at all?" "Don't make me have to kill you, white boy. He's my best friend, and I'm his best friend. He loves me deeply, as two brothers would. Does he have feelings for me? Shit." "I didn't mean to piss you off, Chuck. I hope you know that." "You didn't piss me off, John. In fact, I'm glad we had this talk. If I'm those boys' mother, you're their older brother. Don't you think they talk to me? Together and separately? They absolutely worship you, John. Especially Kevin." "God, that's so good to hear. I suspected it, but hearing it from you is so good. And I love them, too. Especially Kevin." "I know," he said. Kevin came back downstairs, showered and shaved. "What's going on here? _Days of Our Lives_," he asked. "Are y'all ready to go?" "I'm not," Chuck said. "Please go with him, John, and don't let him buy something he can't afford." "What can't he afford," I asked, genuinely puzzled. "Ford." "He can't afford a Ford?" "I didn't say he couldn't afford *a* Ford. I said he can't afford Ford. The whole fucking company." "Very funny, Chunk. For you," Kevin said. "You little shit. Get out of here." Kevin kissed Chuck goodbye. "See you later, alligator," Kevin said as we were walking out the door. "BAIT." I heard Chuck howl with laughter as we walked away. Kevin had grabbed a phone book from the counter drawer in the kitchen as we were heading out. It was actually a pretty smart thing to do, since it had every car dealership in the Asheville area listed in the Yellow Pages. "What are you interested in," I asked, once we were on the road. We were in my car, and I was driving. "Well, a fuck-mobile, of course," he said. "Er, and that would be a ..." "I want an SUV that has room for two people to sleep in, or, you know. It also has to have four-wheel drive, and it has to be able to pull a horse trailer, or a boat, for that matter." "Jesus, Kevin, there aren't more than a million different ones like that." "Yeah, but it also has to have luxury, or at least be capable of adding luxury." "Like what?" "Well, nice upholstered seats, the right colors, a fabulous stereo, tape and CD player, maybe a small refrigerator, TV, Internet connection, toaster oven, microwave. Oh, it has to be amphibious, and the passenger seat has to be big enough for Misty." I laughed. "You think we can find something like that for under fifteen thousand?" I laughed again. "Seriously, I'm interested in an Explorer or a Bronco. Either one, but the colors have to be right." "Colors," I asked. "Yeah, I want navy blue and khaki. Those are my colors, J." "Okay. Where to first?" "Well, they're both Fords, so maybe we should try the Ford place." "Oh, okay," I said. "How about the Ford place? Where is it?" Kevin read the address, but I didn't have a clue where it was. He got a street map out of the glove compartment, located on the map where we were, at that moment, and directed me. Surprisingly, we weren't that far away, so we got there in just a few minutes. We looked at the Broncos and the Explorers, and Kevin liked an Explorer best. It was the right colors, it had all the stuff he wanted that it was possible for an SUV to have, and he loved it. We test-drove the car, like that helps, and he decided that was going to be his car. He wanted to pay for it with a check. Everybody in that dealership acted like that was the first time that had ever happened. They called his bank to verify that he had that much in his account, and he drove the car home. It took less than an hour. Chuck came outside to see the new car. "It's a beauty, Kevin. You're going to love this car," Chuck said. "I know. Thanks, Chuck. You know, this is the first really major thing I've ever owned. And I don't have to share it with Brian." Chuck and I looked at each other, both thinking the same thing, I'm sure. "What," Kevin said, when he saw us looking at each other. "Nothing, baby," Chuck said. "No, there is something. Tell me. What are y'all thinking?" "I was thinking that you've got independence now, baby. You and Brian have always done everything together, but you're a man, and you're independent now. And that's a beautiful thing," Chuck said. "You're going to make me cry, you know it," he asked. "Cry if you want to, baby. Ain't nobody here is going to make fun of you for crying," Chuck said. "You know what this means, don't you, Chuck?" "Yes, I do, baby, and I'm so fucking proud of you I'm going to cry, too." Kevin grabbed Chuck in a bear hug, and they both cried. Standing on the outside of that intimate bonding, I cried, too. I, too, knew what it meant.