Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 22:36:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: Twin Spin, Chapter 7 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 7 Mike and I slept until after ten the next morning. The four twins, though, were up and already on the beach. It looked like all four of them had worked out, and, of course, they were all naked. "God, those guys look good," Mike said. "I'm going to try to get some shots of them today." We ordered coffee and rolls from room service, and we read the complimentary newspaper the hotel provided. Around eleven, we decided to go out where the boys were. Like them, we went nude. Mike took his camera equipment out with him. The four boys were lined up on two blankets--Jack, Kevin, Ed, and Brian. The two sets of twins had the same general look: blond, muscular but lean, and around six feet tall. The Hightowers had tattoos on their left biceps, too, but theirs were conventional eagles. All four had their cocks splayed up onto their stomachs. The Hightowers weren't as long or as big around as the Finches, but they were certainly not to be scoffed at. "Hi, guys," Mike said, as we walked up. They all sat up slowly, and it was obvious they had been asleep, or at least dozing. "Hi," they said in chorus. "You guys look pumped," I said. "Did you work out this morning." "Yeah," they all said at once. Then Brian: "We've been up since around seven. We did laps in the pool, worked out, and then ate breakfast." "We're fixin' to go for a run," a Hightower said. "Y'all want to go with us?" "I don't," I said. "I don't think I'm up for a run, either," Mike said. "I'd like to get some pictures of you guys, though, if you don't mind." "Go ahead," Kevin said. Mike asked Jack and Ed if they minded, and they said no. Then he asked them how old they were, and they said nineteen. Like Brian and Kevin, they could have been any age from eighteen to thirty. He explained about possibly exhibiting the pictures in a gallery, and they really liked the idea. Mike told them to lie down again, and he shot them from every angle. Then he asked them to play tag or some other kind of game that made them forget he was there. I imagined them playing the kind of tag Kevin and Brian played, where they had to fuck the other guy to make him "it." It wouldn't do on a public beach, that's for sure. They didn't, though. Instead, they got into a circle and hit the volleyball around. Mike liked that a lot. Mike had a real talent for making himself inconspicuous when he took pictures. After a few minutes, I forgot he was there and concentrated on the boys. All four were sweating, and the sheen that produced on their bodies was extremely sensual. I wanted to lick them all. The Hightowers seemed to be pretty good athletes, and they moved with the same kind of grace and fluidity as the Finches. After a half hour of volleyball, they wanted to get something to drink. They had a cooler with them, but they opted for bottled water instead of beer. Mike and I took beers. Once they were refreshed, they decided to go for a run. Mike positioned himself down-beach from them so he could photograph them as they came toward him. The beach was surprisingly empty, what with people going to church and sleeping off the night before. They didn't run long or hard, but Mike said he got some great shots. When they came back, they went into the Gulf for a swim to cool off, and Mike was right there with his camera when they got out, dripping and ebulient. I sensed a physical intimacy among the four that had nothing to do with sex or proximity. It had to do with twinship. It was almost as though two sets of twins, each as one unit, had discovered its twin. It was shortly after noon when they finished their swim, and we decided to go out to get some lunch. We went back to our rooms, dressed, and were on our way by 12:30. The four boys ordered exactly the same thing, and, after we finished eating, I discovered the Hightower kids were Marlboro smokers, too. The similarities were uncanny. We decided to check out the local amusements, and we went to a park that featured miniature golf and go-carts. Mike and I played golf, while the boys rented go-carts. After that, we all rented mopeds and zipped up and down the beach. Our time ran out on the mopeds, so we returned them to the rental place at 3:30. We were across the street from an ice cream place, so, of course, we had to get some. It was okay with me because I wanted a cup of coffee, anyway. Mike and I had coffee, and the two sets of twins had huge ice cream delicacies. God, those kids could eat. While we were having our snacks, one of the Hightowers, Ed, I think, asked about the photographs Mike had taken. Mike explained about collectors and galleries and the like. Brian asked if Mike ever posted pictures to the Internet, and the Hightowers seemed baffled by what he was talking about. "No, I haven't," Mike said. "But I'd never post anything this good. This has too much commercial potential." "Well, who makes the money," Jack (?) asked. "I do," Mike said. "And the gallery, of course." "We don't get nothin'," he asked. "Usually, a model gets a posing fee, and that's all," Mike said. "But you guys aren't exactly models." "So, what does that mean," Ed asked. "We're shut out?" "Do you guys need money," Mike asked. "Hell fuckin' yes, we need money," Ed said. "Why the fuck do you think we parade our bare asses up on that stage every night?" His tone was righteous and indignant, but Mike handled him well. "Sorry, Ed. I'll pay you guys, if you want me to," Mike said. "Don't get angry." "No, man, don't get pissed," Kevin said. "Mike's a good guy. He's just poor, is all." "Yeah? What do you do for a living, Mike? Take pictures?" "He's a doctor," Brian said, "but he hasn't made much money, yet." "You're a fuckin' *doctor*," the Hightowers asked together. "Yes," Mike said. "Then you better pay up, bubba," Jack said. "I will, guys. What do you think it's worth," Mike asked. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Then, in unison, they said fifty dollars. "Apiece," Mike asked. "Damn right, apiece," Ed said. Mike thought for a second and said okay. Then he gave them each a fifty. "Besides working at the club, what else do you guys do," he asked. "We go to school. At Okaloosa-Walton," Ed said. "We just started at the club two weeks ago. Friday and Saturday night. It don't pay shit, but the tips are pretty good. We work the rest of the time at Burger King." "What's Okaloosa-Walton," I asked. "It's a community college," Jack said. "Are you guys from here," Brian asked. "No," Jack said. "We're from Dothan, Alabama. We moved here last summer." I had thought their accents were more southern than the accents of the other people we'd met, but I wasn't really sure. "Our old man caught us sucking each other off, and he kicked our asses out. Said he never wanted to see us again. We been on our own since two days after we graduated from high school," Jack said. "And poor as fuckin' gulley dirt," Ed added. After a pause, Mike said, "Here's another fifty each. But I want some more shots." "You got 'em, Mister," Jack said. "I want some sex shots," Mike said. "Of all four of you. Together. What do you guys say, Brian and Kevin?" "Are you shittin' us," Kevin asked. "We're always ready to fuck, Mike. You know that." We all laughed at the way Kevin said that. It was time for a little comic relief, and I was glad he provided it. After the laughter died down, Brian asked, "Your own dad kicked you out of the house? Just for sucking each other off? Our dad's caught us, but he just turned and walked away." "Well, our dad--stepdad--is a big macho motherfucker. Our real dad disappeared before we were born, and nobody's heard of or from him since. Anyway, this fucker just wanted us out of the house. He's never liked us. We were gonna go to junior college in Dothan and live at home, but he didn't want that. It was just an excuse to get rid of us." "What about your mom," Kevin asked. "Didn't she want you to stay?" "Our mom's just about helpless. We're nineteen, and she's thirty-three. She was fourteen fucking years old when we were born. She don't have any education, and all she can do is waitress. The boy she's married to is twenty-six. They only been married three years." Jack was speaking. "Our mom's dead," Brian said. "We never knew her. She died when we were a year old." The Hightowers didn't know what to say, so they lit cigarettes. In a moment, Jack said, "I'll bet you guys are rich." "Maybe, but we don't have a mom," Kevin said. "We don't, neither," Ed said. "Really." That whole conversation had made me really uncomfortable, and I could tell Mike wasn't really enjoying it, either. "Why don't we get going," I said. "Good idea," Mike said. Kevin whipped out a credit card to pay for what we had consumed, and we left that place in our dust. We went back to the hotel and up to the boys' room. The maid had been there, and there wasn't much stuff lying around. Mike asked them to pick up the odd things that were in the way in order to make the pictures clean. "So what do we do," Ed asked. "Do what comes naturally, stupid," Jack said. "I won't give you any directions," Mike said. "Your brother's right. Just do what comes naturally. You can start by taking your clothes off." Kevin took the lead by walking over to one of the Hightowers--Ed, I think--and starting to take his shirt off him. He kissed Ed passionately, and then Ed started undressing Kevin, too. Brian followed Kevin's lead with Jack. In a minute or two, all four of them were undressed, and all four had the beginnings of pretty good hard-ons. Kevin pulled back the covers on one of the beds, and he pulled Ed into it with him. Brian and Jack got into the same bed, and Jack was all over Brian in a second. There were arms and legs everywhere. Kevin suggested a daisychain suck-off, and they got into position. They alternated brothers. After a little while, they switch, so then it was two plus two. The first H-boy came under Kevin's tongue, and he bucked superbly. The other H-boy was next. Then Brian made Kevin come and the H-boy on Brian's dick made him shoot. Amazingly, they all stayed hard. "Let's do a four-man sandwich," Kevin said. They all knew what that meant, and they started entering each other's asses. Kevin stuck his cock up an H-boy, and Brian stuck his up Kevin. The second H-boy took Brian's behind. Mike was on the bed with them, standing over them to get good shots. They were on their sides, so he could get their cocks as they plunged into one another. Kevin jerked off the H-boy who was at the end of his cock, and all four came in a few minutes. They kept that up in various configurations. Each twin fucked his brother; they switched sets and one from each set fucked each other. They sucked some more. They jerked each other off. They did it all. It lasted a good hour and a half. I came twice from watching and jerking off, and Mike had a wet spot on the front of his jeans that was much too big to have been from precum. By the time the boys were too exhausted to go on, Mike had taken several hundred pictures. They all wanted to smoke when they were done. Then Brian wanted to make drinks for all of us. I hadn't known they had brought a second bottle of liquor with them, but they had. I went next door to our room and got two more glasses, and Brian wrapped a towel around himself and got ice. "Well, how did we do," Jack asked Mike, once we all had drinks. "I couldn't have asked for a better performance," Mike said. "I probably got thirty pictures that'll sell." "Thirty? That's all," Kevin asked. "That's a lot; believe me," Mike said. "I know guys who don't get thirty sellable pictures a year." "How much will them pictures sell for," Ed asked. "Well, we've got to see the pictures, first," Mike responded. "But it really won't be up to me to set the price. The gallery owner and my agent will work all of that out." "Will they all be at the same gallery," I asked. "Probably not," Mike said. "The ones I took this afternoon will probably appeal to a gay audience more than a straight one. My agent will know where to place them, though." Brian asked what time it was, and I told him it was almost six o'clock. "Are you guys as hungry as I am," he asked. Kevin and the Hightowers said they were. I was starting to feel empty myself. "We've got to be at the club at 8:30," Ed said. "Well, let's go eat," Kevin said. The boys were covered with cum, so they took quick showers. Mike and I also needed to clean up, so we went to our room to bathe. We were all ready by 6:30. We went to a place the Hightowers said was "fast and good." And they were right. During drinks and dinner, we talked about the rest of the evening. Kevin and Brian wanted to go back to the club with Jack and Ed. There were shows at 9:30 and eleven. We had planned to leave Destin around nine the next morning, so the boys would stay with the Hightowers for their shows, and Mike and I would pick them up at the club around midnight. The Hightowers would go home, we would go back to the hotel, and all would be well. We dropped the guys off at the club, and Mike and I took the car. We didn't have any place in particular we wanted to go, so we cruised for a while. We found a little bar that featured Country and Western music, and we settled in there. "When are you guys moving to North Carolina," Mike asked. "We're supposed to move in two weeks," I said. "That's assuming the house is ready." "Is it being built?" "No, but it's being redecorated from top to bottom. The place is about a hundred years old, I think, and Mr. Finch is having it completely re-done." "What's he going to do with the place in New Orleans," Mike asked. "He's going to keep it. He told me he loves the place too much to get rid of it." "He's not going to just leave it empty, is he?" "No. All the furniture, kitchenware, etc., will stay there. He's taking a few of his more valuable paintings, but otherwise, it all stays the same. He's looking for somebody to live there. Not a renter, but somebody to just be there to ward off vandals." "You think he would consider me for the job," Mike asked. "Hell, I hadn't even thought of that. You'd be a natural. You're not some wild-ass college kid, and you'd obviously respect his things. I'll introduce you to him, and you two can discuss it." "I don't want to completely lose contact with you guys. Besides, it's a great house." We were quiet for a while, as we both contemplated the possibility of Mike's living in the Finch house. I didn't see any reason it wouldn't work. After a little while, a country band cranked up for its show. I had scoped out a table with two women at it, and everytime I checked them out, I noticed they were checking us out. When the band started, people got up to dance. I told Mike about the two women, and we decided to dance with them. After a couple of dances, they joined us at our table. One was a nurse, so she and Mike had a natural affinity. The other one, her roommate, worked as a consierge at a local hotel. She and I paired off. It was still early enough for us to score before we had to pick up the boys, so, when Mike got up to use the bathroom, I followed him. "Do you get the feeling these girls want to get laid," he asked me. "That's why I followed you, bro. I know they do. We've got time, if you're interested." "I'm interested," he said. We both pissed and went back to them at the table. "This place is okay," I said, "but the music's a little loud for conversation." "I know what you mean," Joyce, the nurse, said. "We're just a few blocks from here," Karen said. "We've got some scotch, and it would be a lot easier to talk." "Well, let's go," Mike said. We settled both tabs and cleared out. Karen rode with me, and Mike rode with Joyce. Their apartment was in a large complex that was obviously new and well kept. Their place was a decorator's nightmare, with shabby furniture and an entertainment center made out of decorative concrete blocks and boards painted yellow. There was a sofa and a love seat, so each couple had places to sit. Joyce made each of us a drink, and she brought out a wedge of cheese and some crackers. They both smoked, so that wasn't a problem. After ten or fifteen awkward minutes, Karen asked me if I knew how to hook up a printer to her computer. "I can probably figure it out," I said. "Where is it?" "It's up in my room. Would you mind looking at it?" "Show me the way," I said. We took our drinks and headed upstairs. Once in the room, Karen closed and locked the door. "There's no problem with the printer," she said. "I just wanted some privacy." "You handled that pretty well," I said. "I was trying to figure out how I was going to get you alone, but nothing came to me." We put down our drinks, took each other into our arms, and kissed. The first contact was tentative, but in seconds we were swapping tongues. I started undressing her, still standing near the door, and she started unbuttoning my shirt with nimble fingers and eager touches. We got into bed with our underwear on, and in no time I had her bra off. Her tits were nice, and she had the kind of cylindrical nipples that I love on a woman. I tongued her chest with great interest, and her nipples got as hard as pebbles. She pushed me off her and onto my back, and she worked my own nipples with her mouth until they were as hard as hers. Then she traced a line with her tongue from my chest to the top of my underwear. She pulled them down, and I shimmied out of them. She wanted my cock, and it was ready for her hot mouth. Karen was no stranger to cocksucking, and she did it almost as well as Kevin and Brian. I was pretty close to coming, so I gently pushed her away and went down on her. I licked her through her panties a time or two, then I pulled them down and off. Her pussy was very wet, and she tasted as sweet and salty as cashew nuts. She came twice while I ate her out, and then I entered her in the traditional missionary position. We fucked gently and passionately, kissing deeply. Then she wanted me from behind, and I pulled out to reposition ourselves. We kept it up for about five minutes, and she continued to have mini-orgasms. How I envied women the ability to have multiple climaxes. "Try something different," she said. "A different position." Without pulling out, I eased over to the side of the bed and put my feet on the floor. I turned her on her side and lifted her right leg over my shoulder. "Uuuuh," she said. "That's wonderful." I didn't have much resistance from inside her, so I pumped harder. She must have liked that because she moaned, came again, and fucked back with greater force. That could only last a few minutes, and we both came with marvelous force. I shot my seed deep inside her, and the inside of her vagina turned liquid, from my cum and hers. "God, that was good," she said. "It sure was," I said. "I haven't had an orgasm that strong in a long, long time." I should have added "with a woman" because Brian and Kevin had both given me orgasms stronger and longer than that one, but to say that would only have complicated things. We lay in each others arms for a while, stroking and gently kissing body parts from time to time. Finally, she said, "Let's go downstairs." We got up, dressed, and returned to the livingroom. Mike and Joyce weren't there, so we figured they were up in Joyce's room. Karen made us drinks and put on some soft music. We lit cigarettes and basked in the afterglow of sex. Mike and Joyce joined us in a little while. Close to midnight we explained that we had to pick up my two "brothers" at a club, and we left. In the car, Mike said, "That was fun. That was the first time I've been laid by a woman in six months. I might have to go back to it." "Six months," I asked. "That's when my fiancee gave me the boot," he said. "I haven't really been interested in women since then. Or men, either, for that matter. When you jerked me off at the jerk-off party last week, that was the first sexual contact I'd had with anybody in half a year." "Wow," I said. "Thank God for Rosey Palm." Mike laughed. We picked the boys up, but they weren't in the ecstatic mood I had expected. They asked us to stop at the TCBY, and we did. Once inside, they ordered huge dishes and devoured them with relish. While we were smoking after we'd eaten, I remarked on their down mood. "What's wrong, guys," I asked. I had never seen them depressed before. "Those two fuckers turned out to be hustlers," Kevin said. "What do you mean," Mike asked. "They wanted us to pay them," Brian said. "A hundred bucks apiece." "What did you say," I asked. "We told them to fuck off," Kevin said. "We thought they were our friends, and you don't pay your friends. Hell, we could have picked up fifty people of either sex who would have gladly fucked us for free. We weren't about to pay for it." "Those boys are struggling," Mike said. "They probably thought you wouldn't take it personally." "Well, they can rot in hell before they get any of our money," Kevin said. "And I know we have plenty. Hell, we won five hundred dollars yesterday." Mike smiled at me knowingly, both of us no doubt thinking of the millions those boys would one day have access to. "Don't let this spoil your trip, boys," I said. "You had a good time, didn't you?" They both grinned, and the depression was gone. "We had a fabulous time," Brian said. "Thanks for bringing us," Kevin said. "Yeah, thanks a lot, J. Mike. You guys are great," Brian continued. "Well, thank you for treating us so well," Mike said. "I haven't spent a dime." "Me, either, guys. Thanks," I said. "You're welcome," they said in unison. I told them about my earlier idea of Mike's living in their New Orleans house, and they loved it. "We'll tell Dad we've found somebody," Brian said. "Don't you think he will want to meet Mike and check him out," I asked. "Oh, he'll want to meet him. In fact, he'll want to be Mike's friend," Kevin said, "but he'll hire him if we want him to." "How can you be so sure," Mike asked. "We've got him wrapped around our little fingers," Brian said. "When the move to Asheville first came up, he wanted Chuck and Calvin to live in the New Orleans house," Kevin said. "We cried for three days. I mean, real tears. Real crying. We couldn't move without Chunk, and Chunk couldn't move without Calvin. Calvin was supposed to stay in New Orleans and head up the South America division of the company. Now he's going to Asheville to head up the North America division. You can't be separated from the people you love and who love you." Mike and I were fascinated. "So, are you guys going away to college in a year? Won't you have to leave them then? And each other," Mike asked. "We're going to the same college," Brian said. "And, yeah, we'll leave, but we won't really *leave*. You know what I mean?" "Yeah," I said, even though I really didn't. These two were terribly complicated people, and I was looking forward to really getting to know them. The drive home the next day was largely uneventful. Mike and I slept a lot of the way, and the boys drove. Between naps I heard them talking about sex camp, and I wanted to know more. "What are you guys talking about," I asked. "Sex camp," Kevin said. "We got brochures about it last night at the club. Here." He handed me a brochure about a two-week camp in California that taught Taoist sex techniques. It was only for men, and the brochure promised to make campers multi-orgasmic. The only problem was the camp started the day after we were supposed to move to Asheville. "You think your dad will approve," I asked. "Yes," they said in one voice. "Why wouldn't he," they continued. "I don't know." It cost four thousand dollars each, and that would have put off most parents. But Mr. Finch was a man of vast wealth, and, if his boys wanted to do it, I figured they were right--he would go along. We got to New Orleans in about five hours. We went to the Finch house, got Mike's stuff, and started for the airport, the boys in their car and Mike and I in mine. We met Mr. Finch's plane at 4:30, and we introduced him to Mike. They seemed to like one another, and, over a drink in the airport bar, they worked out the details of Mike's living at the Finch house. Mr. Finch seemed grateful to have that matter settled. Mike would live in the house free, and, in return, he would look after it. Mr. Finch and the boys left the airport around six. Mike's flight was at seven, so I stayed with him until then. We talked about the week and about what an incredible experience it was. We hugged when we said goodbye, knowing we'd see one another again. I went back to the Finch house to get my things. I still had my exams to face and my fraternity to say goodbye to. When I got there, Mr. Finch told me the boys would be going to California for camp in a week but that I was to move to Asheville as planned. We ate Chuck's "welcome home" dinner, and I returned to my frat house.