Hey Guv: 2
When Monty woke up and found he wasn't alone in bed, he panicked. Then he realized nothing happened but a little innocent cuddling. Okay, innocent might not be the best adjective to describe the cuddling, but there hadn't been any sex. So, Monty carefully untangled himself from the sleeping boys and went to take a shower.
While he showered, Monty thought about why he let the boys into his bed. Did he want something more to happen, or was it just a simple need for human contact. Of course he found the boys sexy. If he'd met either of them in a bar he'd have had no trouble bring one, or both of them, home to fuck. However, something in the back of his head was screaming, "Danger!"
As he showered, Gregg walked in and started to piss, and suddenly he realized that he may be making himself too at home. "Oh man," Gregg said, "I wasn't thinking. I should have gone to the other bathroom. I'm just so use to sharing a bathroom in the dorms that I don't even think about civilized people and privacy."
"Not a big deal," Monty said with a chuckle. "I'm not so old that I've forgotten what it is like in a college dorm. Besides, I've got it so steaming in here it's hard to see anything."
Gregg went back to bed, and Monty finished his shower, then headed to for closet to get dressed. He grabbed some boxers and a long sleeved Henley. Then he went to the kitchen to start breakfast. The first order of business was coffee. Normally, Monty drank a medium roast coffee, but this morning definitely called for a dark roast. Many people mistakenly believe that the darker the roast, the more caffeine, but that isn't true. It's just the dark roast has that `slap-you-in-the-face' richness that seems to open your eyes. Monty had become a bit of a coffee geek ever since the Christmas Linda and Cory gave him a coffee class at a local artisan roaster as a present.
Monty decided to make one of his favorites for breakfast: The Kitchen Sink. There is a variation of The Kitchen Sink in almost every diner in America, and it goes by a myriad of names. Monty's version began with diced Potatoes O'Brian followed by layers of eggs, sausage, gravy, and cheddar cheese.
While he scrambled eggs and fried sausage, Monty decided to check his emails and said "Siri, check email."
"You have one unread email. Do you want to hear it."
"Yes."
"Due to the increased risk posed by Covid-19, the Fitness Center, Clubhouse, Theater, Business Center, Sky Lounge, and Cafe Bar will be closed until further notice. The outdoor pool, hot tub, and terrace will be open subject to restrictions. Masks are required in all hallways and common areas. Thank you for your cooperation, The Acoma Management."
"Fuck," Monty said. He, like most of the residents, had already been wearing a mask and social distancing, but this was a new level of isolation.
Monty was just finishing up the components of breakfast when the twins emerged from the bedroom.
Gavin said, "Damn, that smells good!"
They each grabbed a cup of coffee, and Monty fixed them each a plate. The twins were like starving wolves and gulped down their first helpings. Monty wondered if they even had time to chew, let alone taste, their food. Monty said, "I made you the first one, you can make a second if you want it." Gregg and Gavin just about knocked each other down on the race to the kitchen.
When they sat back down, Monty said, "I received an email from the Apartment Management. They are closing all of the indoor common spaces, including the Fitness Center. Fortunately it's getting warmer, so running or riding bicycles are available. The Cherry Creek Trail is just a couple of blocks from here, and it's a nice jog, especially since there are fewer cars on Speer Blvd thanks to everyone working from home." One of the fortunate effects of the pandemic was fewer cars heading into the downtown every day, resulting in a corresponding improvement in the City's air quality.
"I know we have to do whatever it takes to get things under control," Gavin said, "but I was really excited about lifting weights."
"So was I," Gregg added.
"I might have a solution," Monty said. "When I was in high school, my parents bought me a Bowflex. It is just sitting in the basement at my parents place. We could go get it and set it up somewhere in the apartment."
The twins were all in, so Monty called his parents to see about picking up the Bowflex. Monty's father was more than happy to get the machine out of the basement so there would be more space for his model trains.
After talking to his parent, Monty said to the twins, "I have another meeting with my editor. So after that we can go pick it up."
The boys smiled and nodded.
Monty spent an hour online with Tanya, his editor. They had a great relationship even though they had only met in person a couple of times. Monty's literary agent recommended Tanya to help get his first book ready to shop around to publishers, and the two quickly built a working relationship. Because Tanya actually worked from her home in Santa Barbara where, in addition to editing books, she was an adjunct professor of English in a community college, they worked on Monty's first novel using email and Skype. So, Monty didn't realize she was confined to a wheelchair until they first met in person at a party celebrating the release of his first book. Tanya lost the function of her legs in an automobile accident at the age of fourteen.
"Make those few changes, and I think it's ready to go to the publisher," Tanya said. "Honestly Monty, I don't know why you pay me to edit your books. There is very little that I have to do to get them ready for printing. Don't get me wrong, I will gladly take your money, but the publisher's in-house editors could easily do what I am doing."
"Maybe," Monty said, "but you are more than just an editor; you are a reader. You like a good story and it helps to talk about the story and characters with you. I know you are going to give me honest feedback without crushing my ego."
Tanya laughed, "So I am paid to be your first fan."
"Sort of."
"Well that's fine with me. I love your stuff, and being able to read it before it's actually in print is a treat. The hardest part is that I can't talk about the book over coffee in the faculty lounge." Tanya said.
"Now that the novel is finished, I think I can get you a couple of the short stories I'm working on by the end of next week," Monty said.
"I will be looking forward to getting them. Did your agent tell you that he put the publisher in contact with me to work on writing the supplemental teacher materials for your short stories?"
"That's fantastic Tanya. When I was teaching high school, it would have been great to have the insight of someone like you to use as a reference. I hope you can include something about the editing process. I think teachers would find that background interesting."
"That's a good idea. Thanks. I have to go now. I have a class in 20 minutes and I need to get the Zoom started," Tanya said, and the two said their goodbyes.
The rest of the morning was spent getting the Bowflex and reassembling it in the apartment.
It was decided to put the Bowflex in the master bedroom. As soon as the machine was set up, Gregg and Gavin had to give it a try. Monty smiled at the boys' enthusiastic desire to work on their upper bodies. He wasn't sure that bench presses and bicep curls would improve their soccer game, but that wasn't the game the twins were interested in improving at the moment.
That evening for supper Monty decided it would be pizza, beer, and honesty. Monty called the Denver Pizza Company and ordered the Magnificent 7, a pizza heavy on the meat; and a Boulder Pie, topped with Sun Dried Tomatoes, Mushrooms, Artichokes, Green Peppers, Mozzarella, and Pizza Sauce. He also orders three spinach salads, and a box of Cannoli. Since Denver Pizza Company was only a couple of minutes drive, Monty decided to pick up the order rather than have it delivered. In high school, Monty had a job delivering pizzas and hated delivering pizzas to apartments and college dorms.
When Monty got to Denver Pizza, he called to let them know he had arrived. It wasn't long before a middle-aged man wearing a mask came out with his order. Monty said, "You look busy."
"The five of us working are busy. But compared to what a Friday night would be like if we were open, the volume is way down. If it weren't for emergency government loans, we would have shut down last week."
On the short drive back to the Acoma, Monty again thought about just how lucky he was that his livelihood wasn't based on direct contact with other people. It also brought home what he'd been hearing in the news: that the pandemic was going to get worse before it got better. Increasingly his world was going to be limited to apartment 601 Acoma for an unknown length time into the future.
Gregg and Gavin were still working out when Monty go home, so he set the food on the table and walked into the master bedroom. What he saw made his cock twitch. Both boys had stripped off their shirts and the workout had pumped their muscles. For a moment, Monty almost forgot there was food waiting in the other room.
After taking a breath, Monty said there was pizza whenever they were ready, then he turned, headed back toward the kitchen, and grabbed a beer. Soon Gavin and Gregg walked into the main room while still putting their shirts on. They also grabbed a beer.
If there was anything that college boys were more fond of than beer and pizza Monty couldn't....well, actually Monty could tell you what it was, and that was the topic up for discussion.
"So boys, we need to talk about last night and this morning." Monty said.
Both boys looked down at their plates a bit embarrassed, but Monty continued. I noticed that both of you were pretty aroused this morning, and to be honest, so was I. It would have been really easy to just lose myself and give in to the heat of the moment. However, that would be a mistake."
When Monty said the word `mistake' both Gregg's and Gavin's heart fell. So, I think it would be best..."
Gavin interrupted, and said, "I don't think it would have been a mistake."
Monty looked at Gavin, not sure just what to say next. Then Gregg said, "I don't think it would have been a mistake either. The mistake, is you thinking we are like your foster children. I know that we kind of were dumped on you like kids in need of a home, but we're adults and we can make adult decisions."
"Yeah," Gavin added. "I know you see us as dumb little brats, and I know we act like that, but we are not naive, and we are not virgins. Oh, and don't think we would have sex with you just out some sense of obligation or gratitude. I assure you, I and Gregg have thought you were fucking hot since the first time we met you at the soccer Booster Meet and Greet at the start of the year."
Now it was Monty who was speechless.
"Look Monty," Gregg said, "If you aren't attracted to us because we are too young, or not hot enough..."
"Or because you're weirded out by our twincest," Gavin added.
"Yeah, we would get that we're not your cup of tea," Gregg continued. "However, please don't patronize us by thinking we can't decide what we like, and who we want to have sex with."
Monty got up from the table and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he had three more beers. He gave each of the boys one, then opened his and took a long drink. Finally he said, "Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that I am very conscious about the abuse that can happen in inequitable power situations. I don't want anyone thinking I'm taking advantage of you guys."
"Whether we have sex or not," Gregg said, "there will be some people who think Gavin and I are your pandemic boy toys, and we are working off our keep with out asses, but I say fuck them."
"Bottom line," Gavin said, "is we want you, but if you don't want us, we'll live with it."
"Fuck," Monty said, "If you two don't make it in soccer, there is always professional tag team wrestling or the law. I had a speech all planned out, and now you've gone and blown it up..... Let's have Cannoli's and coffee. Let my think about all of this, and I'll get back to you."
For the rest of the evening, they watched some movie, that when it was done, Monty couldn't even remember the title. Gregg and Gavin lay on the leather coach with their heads on opposite armrests. Monty, found himself looking at them almost as much as he did the TV.
They were incredibly sexy, so why wasn't he jumping at the chance to jump their bones. It wasn't their age. Monty had hooked up with plenty of younger guys. He always made sure they were legal, but some were just barely legal. It also wasn't the twin thing either. While he'd never had sex with twins, he'd read gay erotica and watched gay porn with twins and wasn't turned off. Hell, it wouldn't even be the first time he had sex with one of DU's soccer players. So what was it?
Then it hit him, this wouldn't be a one night stand. Of course he wasn't proposing marrying or even dating Gregg and/or Gavin, but there would be no option of "I'll call" followed by ghosting after a disappointing hookup. Who knew how long the three of them would be quarantined together. On the other hand, if he did keep things platonic with the twins, how many days, weeks, months could he go without sex or physical human contact Monty wondered?
So, flip of the coin: have sex, it goes badly, they spend the rest of the lockdown staring awkwardly across the breakfast table; or, have sex, it's great, and spend the rest of the lockdown staring at boys with "I've been fucked by a daddy" grins on their faces.
Finally around 10 p.m. Monty said, "Fuck it. I'm going to bed."
The twins looked at each other, then Gavin asked, "What about us?"
Monty stopped, but didn't turn around and said, "When you are ready, you can go to bed or come to bed, either decision is good with me. Just make sure everything is cleaned up, the door is locked, and the lights and TV are turned off." Then he walked into the master bedroom leaving the door open.
The boys looked at each other, and then both smiled. It didn't take them long to get the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and get it started. They turned off everything, checked the door, then ran to the bedroom. Monty was already in bed, and it didn't take long for Gregg and Gavin to strip down and cuddle up next to Monty.
When Monty woke the next morning. Gregg and Gavin were asleep and holding each other, no doubt like they had all of their lives. Monty smiled at the picture of brotherly affection and carefully climbed out of bed to avoid disturbing them.
Before stepping into the shower, Monty stopped to take a badly needed piss. As he pissed Monty smiled; there was something about a piss after a night of fucking that was satisfying. He happened to glance at the clock on the bathroom wall. It read 9:30; later than Monty's normal wake up. Of course, the twins kept him up well past his normal bedtime. He hoped they could figure out some sort of schedule or routine, because while he was in great shape, there was no way he could keep up with two college athletes.
Once in the shower, Monty began to thoroughly soap and wash his body. One of the things he hated after a one night hook up was the drive back to his apartment smelling like cum, sweat, and the guy he'd just spent the night with. In the heat of the passion, those smells were wildly intoxicating, but the morning after all Monty wanted was to wash them down the drain. He often wondered if people in an ongoing sexual arrangement had the same visceral need to erase a sexual partner's scent memory. Then it hit him, he was about to find out.
The morning was cold, and the terrace was covered with snow. March was always a mix of days: some hinting that Spring is on the way, and other's reminding residents that Winter isn't yet ready to leave town. In fact, March is Denver's snowiest month. A combination of warm, moist air from the Gulf of Mexico running into lingering Arctic air and higher elevations often makes early Spring unpredictable, wet, and white.
Monty was working on breakfast when Gregg walked into the kitchen, said good morning, and grabbed a cup of coffee.
"So, where's your alter ego?" Monty asked.
"He finally decided to get up and shower. Gavin has always been the last to drag his ass out of bed. Neither of us are what you would call morning people, but he is the worst."
"It was my sister who was the sleepy head. She was always making us late to school. Not only was she slow to get up, but it took her forever to get ready in the morning. I was so glad when she got her license and her own car."
"Fortunately, I didn't have to wait on Gavin. We walked to school."
"How far was that?" Monty asked.
"Just under 2.5 miles."
"Wow, if you asked an America kid to walk two miles, you might get yourself a lawsuit," Monty chuckled.
"Really!?"
"Actually, that was a flip answer. While a lot of American students don't get enough exercise, the reason we bus so many students is for safety. American cities have let their pedestrian infrastructure go to hell, and the suburbs never put in things like sidewalks. Then of course, many parents are concerned about the risk that strangers pose to children."
"I remember when the local bully, Alvin Whitney, used to knock Gavin and me around til we gave him our milk money, or sometimes just for sport. We didn't tell anyone, but one day our uncle happened to be driving by by when Alvin was walloping on us. Uncle Gerald stopped, grabbed Alvin by the collar and drug him home to his father. It seem that Uncle Gerald and Alvin's father had a run in back in the day and Alvin's father still remembered the beating his ass took from our uncle. I guess Gerold told Alvin's father that for every beating Gavin and I got, he'd be getting the same and more. Then next day, a black-eyed Alvin gave me and Gavin each two Pounds and an apology, as his father watched from the porch."
"It sound like your uncle was pretty protective."
"Maybe a little, but I just think he was just looking for a reason to give Alvin's father one more beating for old times. I guess the reason the two hated each other was that they were chasing the same girl."
"So who got the girl," Monty asked.
"She is Alvin's mom," Gavin said as he grabbed a cup of coffee. "The truth is Uncle Gerald should be thanking Freddy Whitney for taking that faithless slut off of his hands. The village gossips had a great time speculating as to who the real father of Freddy's brats were."
"Well, that's one of the benefits of being gay," Monty said with a chuckle, "we are never stuck raising someone else's bastards. Unless of course we want to." Then he gave Gregg and Gavin each a slap on the ass, and they laughed, and each gave him a kiss on the cheek.
When they sat down to eat, Gavin said, "So it's official, you're our new American daddy?" The statement cause Monty to choke on his orange juice, and the boys laughed.
"I don't know if I'm ready to be a daddy, but I do know I can't keep doing what we did last night. A month of that and I'll be nothing but a crippled up old man sitting in the nursing home wearing pajamas and a silly grin."
"Yeah," Gregg said, "this morning after you got up, Gavin and I talked about how we can share you."
"Wait a minute!" Monty said feigning indignation, "I am not some old bone you stray dogs are going to fight over. I'm a person, with feelings and rights."
Gavin and Gregg burst into laughter and Monty continued his rant, "No, I won't be treated like a piece of meat or a toy for your amusement. I demand to be respected as a person and not a sexual plaything." Monty had risen to his feet and was dramatically gesturing as he declared his manifesto of sexual self-esteem. The boys had moved beyond laughter to hoots and howls as Monty became increasing absurdist in his performance which ended with him standing on a chair and preparing to lead a mob of the sexually objectified in a march on city hall.
"Damn you are crazy," Gregg said when he could finally catch his breath.
"Seriously, warn us the next time you intend to go off on a rant like that so we can post it on Instagram," Gavin said. "That was some viral shit and we didn't capture it."
"Well it's a good thing you didn't," Monty said. "Because if that were put out for people to see, I would be opening up a can of Whoop Ass on each of your British butts."
"Kinky!" Gregg and Gavin said in unison and then laughed.
Finally, Monty decided it was time to get back to the original issue and said, "So what did you diplomatic geniuses decide?"
"We came up with a list of principals." Gavin said. "You know guidelines to make sure everyone is treated fairly."
"Oh how Wilsonian of you," Monty said. Gregg and Gavin looked confused and Monty decided the joke wasn't worth the effort to explain Woodrow Wilson's Fourteen Points, and just said "Go on!"
Gregg smiled and said, "First, everyone is to be treated with respect." Monty bowed in acknowledgment to the principal of respect. "Second, Gavin and I are to be treated equally in terms of time and attention. Third, there may be times when someone does not feel like playing, and that is his right. Fourth, everything is to be consensual and mutually agreeable. Fifth, no one should have to sleep alone. Sixth, if anyone feel cheated or disrespected, we all talk about it and no one has sex until we resolve the problem, especially if the issue is jealousy."
"Wow," Monty said, "you guys have put some thought into this."
"Actually, Gregg has put some thought into this," Gavin said. "He is taking a sociology class and is writing a paper on Polyamory. So he's been doing research, and we've kind of been batting around the idea for a couple of months."
"Oh, I see! I'm now a lab rat in your little social science experiment," Monty, was about to start on a rant about the ethics of using humans at research subjects, when the twins grabbed him and wrestled him to the floor. Monty could have easily taken each of them individually, but as a team the twins got the upper hand. They soon had Monty on the floor and his arms were pinned over his head as Gavin straddled his abs. The boys began kissing, licking, and tickling Monty.
"Fuck, I give up. I give up." Monty said while laughing at the new form of persuasion being applied.
"I don't know," Gregg said, "can we trust him?"
"I'm not sure, let me check," Gavin reach behind him and found Monty's stiff cock hiding in his boxers and began massaging.
Monty groaned and said, "Not fair."
"Do you want me to stop?" Gavin asked, but Monty couldn't answer. He was already giving in to the twins arguments. Gregg pulled Monty's Henley off and began softly teasing Monty's nipples and stroking his chest. Monty closed his eyes and let the boys work their magic.
It wasn't long before Gavin had slid down Monty's legs and now was licking at the small wet spot in the front of his boxers. As he did the spot grew bigger with contributions of both saliva and precum. Gavin took hold of the underwear and striped them off, leaving Monty stretched naked on the floor. The twins took their time admiring and worshiping Monty's masculine body. In the daylight, they could study the beauty of his male form with the eyes of Renaissance artists.
Then Gavin leaned down and gently licked a drop of nectar from the tip of Monty's erect cock. Gavin savored the taste before leaning forward to devour Monty's entire cock like a carnival sword swallower. Gavin hummed and Monty's entire body spasmed from the intensity of sexual electricity flowing from Gavin's vocal cords to Monty's cock.
When Gavin needed a break, Gregg took over. Each boy had his own technique, and each was amazing. For half an hour, they kept Monty on the edge of an orgasm. When they finally allowed him to release Monty was euphoric. The intensity of emotional and physical release was beyond the power of words to describe.
Monty's stomach was covered in his own seed. The creamy white ribbons of cum gave Monty's abs the resemblance of a decadent pastry, and the twins were soon savoring its taste. When the last of Monty's cum was clean away. Gregg and Gavin stood on their knees above Monty's chest and began jerking off. Monty was mesmerized by the sight of two young studs stoking their cocks above him in unison. If the Olympics ever introduced synchronized masturbation as a sport, Gavin and Gregg were certain to medal. Together they began to cum and each focused on covering one of Monty's hairy pecs with spunk. The smell of the twins cum was intoxicating and Monty took several deep breaths to inhale the scent.
When they were finished, the twins lay down on each side of Monty, and he wrapped an arm around each of them. After a bit, Monty said, "Let's go take a shower."
The master bedroom shower was fine for two, but a little tight for three, so there was plenty of intentional and unintentional body contact. Monty took charge of washing the twins. By the time he was finished there was not a part of either boy's body he hadn't inspected and washed. Then it was the boys turn and they showed the same attention to detail when it came to washing Monty. Monty was thankful he had an on demand water heater to provide unlimited hot water because the shower was long and steamy.
When everyone was finally dried and dressed, Monty said, "We still haven't decided how we're going to manage this arrangement."
Gregg smiled and said, "I have an idea. Meet us at the dining table in fifteen," then he grabbed Gavin and headed to their bedroom. Monty made a fresh pot of coffee. He also found some Pop Tarts and slipped them in the toaster.
Monty was just pouring the coffee when the twins came out of their room. "Pop Tarts!" Gavin exclaimed, "I love Pop Tarts! In the U.K. we can only get strawberry flavor because the rest are banned."
"Why would you ban Pop Tarts?" Monty asked.
"Because the food colors used are banned because they might be carcinogens."
"Seriously," Monty said, "I find it hard to believe that a nation that eats black pudding, jellied eel, and haggis is afraid of a little Red Dye 40." Gregg and Gavin both laughed.
When they were seated with their coffee and cancer pastries, Gregg produced a deck of cards and what looked like a score pad. "What I and Gavin are suggesting for "determining" (Gregg used air quotes) the days sexual activity is a deck of cards. Each morning at breakfast we will draw a card to determine what we do and who we do."
"Interesting," Monty said. "Although, I need to hear the rules to this game before I agree to play."
"Okay," Gavin said, "I am the red cards and Gregg is the black cards. So, if the card you draw in the morning is red, you and I will be having sex that evening."
"Somehow, I think you have more in mind than just plain vanilla," Monty said with a note of caution.
"Well, to keep thing interesting, we are suggesting that some of the cards offer a bit more variety," Gregg said.
"Go on, I'm listening."
"Okay, here's the menu: If you draw an ace, then it is Oral Exam night, and all you can use are your tongue and lips. Twos are Twin Nights, and Gavin and I will hook up for whatever. Threes, sixes, and nines are called the Power of Three, and as the name implies, it's a three-way. Fours, fives, sevens, eights, and tens are Daddy Days, and you will decide what you want to do. Jacks are Twins in Charge, Gavin or I am in charge. Queens, the three of us play Sex Truth or Dare. Kings are spa nights for massages, soaking in the tub, etc. Finally, Jokers are Kinky Club. If it is the black joker you are in charge of what the three of us do; however, if the joker is red, Gavin and I are in charge."
"I see you two have put some thought into this. I will think about you proposal and make some adjustment later. However, I can tell you right now that intense pain and torture are off the table."
"We agree," Gavin said.
"Also," Monty added, "Anyone who doesn't feel up to playing should be able to say he's not in the mood."
"That's reasonable," Gregg said, "We can just push back the card to the next day. Gavin and I also feel that neither of us should be left out in the cold for more than two days in a row. If you get what we mean."
"I guess I should also mention that Jude has priority," Monty said.
"We get that," Gregg said, but then Gavin asked "If Jude would want to, you know play with one of us when it's not our night...would that be okay?"
Monty smiled, then said, "Of course, but just be aware of what you are letting yourself in for if you get with him. He can be a bit intense; and when he's in charge, he doesn't always play nice."
The twins both smiled and nodded.
"So when do we start?"
"I was hoping not until tomorrow," Gavin said. "I would really like tonight to be all of us together."
Monty smiled and said, "I agree."