Storm King

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Storm King concludes the Silverbacks trilogy all published on Nifty (Story 1: Silverbacks, Story 2: A Scar Nobly Got, Story 3: Storm King)

STORM KING PART 3 by Brooding Muscle & Boy Mercury X

"Hi," I say.

"Hey, Zach."

He wears a green spring jacket that's brand new and enhances the green of his eyes. No doubt whatever he wore last spring no longer fits. He looks like he's put on at least twenty pounds of muscle. His face is haggard, like he's not been sleeping well, and it gives a rugged air to his devastatingly handsome looks. I can't help myself, I walk straight up to him to give him the hug he looks like he desperately needs, but he holds up a hand to stop me.

"No. I'm here to see Evan."

"O-okay..." I say. I don't move back, though, and stand there with his hand on my chest. I've missed his touch.

He holds it there for a second, then drops it. He licks his lips, and I can see him staring at mine. "You, uh," he stammers, "you look good. Working out I hear."

"I had no idea I'm such an hot topic on the high school grapevine."

This brings a smile to his face briefly and my heart sings. "Well, what can I say," he says, "we had a connection."

"Had?" I say.

Brian just shrugs, steps back, and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"So," I say, curious, "did you see Evan's fight?"

"Yeah. I was actually talking on the phone to Senator Samuels about a summer job, and he told me that he'd be fighting today. He kicked that asshole's ass, huh?"

"I'll say, haven't seen a fight that hot since..." I trail off, feeling stupid.

Brian smirks. "Since I kicked Evan's ass that first time?" The smirk spreads to a grin and Brian steps forward into my space again. "You like it, you get off on it don't you," he says, leaning in to whisper into my ear, "driving us crazy fighting over you?"

Anger flushes my face and I push on his chest to shove him back a step, but it's like trying to shove a parked Buick and all I manage to do is push myself back and off-balance.

At just that moment, Evan comes around the corner of the dorm, carrying my jacket and tossing his car keys in the air. "Hey baby, you left your jacket, who are you talking to..."

I fall to the ground with an "oof" escaping my lips. As I look up from my supine position on the grass I see a furious Evan tackle Brian, driving him to the ground. In a flash Evan is on his chest and has his big fist pulled back.

"No!" I yell, "Evan no, I just fell!"

Evan looks back at me, suspicious, then down at a smirking Brian, but he gets up, and even offers a hand to his brother, who takes it and soon we're all back on our feet.

"You're heavier," comments Evan blandly, "getting fat, bro?"

"All muscle," Brian brags, shrugging off his jacket to show off his heavily muscled torso in a skin tight white T-shirt. He bounces his pecs, something Evan did to impress me the first time we met. We both stare and Brian smirks again.

"Huh," says Evan. "What are you doing here, bro? You're interrupting our date."

"Took you guys long enough, had to think it over, huh, Zach?"

"No, I uh..." I stumble on my words a bit as Brian's stunning physique turns my mouth dry. I can feel my cock inflate in my pants. "I wanted to be ready."

"I saw your fight, glad you kicked that fuckers ass, I was worried there for a sec."

Evan gives him an even stare. "You expect me to believe you came here to watch my fight? More likely you came here to start one."

"Or finish one," Brian snarls, stepping up and getting in Evan's face.

"Guys, stop it," I plead.

Evan grabs my arms and pulls me toward the parking lot. "Nice of you to drop by, bro. See ya round."

I look back at Brian, and I can see his face twist in anguish as Evan pulls me away. I don't think this is how he thought his visit would go, but he says nothing and turns on his heel to walk away. We get into Evan's car and we're both silent. Evan looks at my worried expression and shakes his head, starting the engine. We pull out of West Point, passing Brian walking on the road and I turn around to stare at his sad face.

"Evan..." I say.

"Aw hell... fine," Evan grunts. He stops the car and puts it in reverse, backing up.

Brian looks down into the window on my side, his face a question. The rich light of the evening sun hits his skin, making it glow like gold. God-fucking-damn he's gorgeous.

"Get the fuck in before I change my mind, bro," Evan barks at him.

Brian smiles and climbs in the back, sitting in the middle with his arms spread wide. I smile at him and then turn my gaze forward.

"So?" I ask enthusiastically. "Where we all going?"

"It's a surprise," says Evan gruffly, then under his breath: "Quite the fucking surprise."

It's dusk as we arrive at our destination, which I'm thrilled to discover is Storm King Art Center. I knew from my art teachers at Syracuse that the famous sculpture park was in southern New York, but I had no idea it was this close to West Point. I kiss Evan's cheek which makes him smile for the first time since Brian showed up. "This is amazing, Evan, what a brilliant idea!"

As we pull closer up the drive, I see a closed gate and my heart sinks. I read the sign. "Oh no! Closed at five-thirty; it's nearly seven thirty."

"Wah-wah," Brian makes the sad trombone sound from the backseat, "guess you should have planned ahead, bro."

"I did, fucker," Evan retorts angrily at his brother, "so back off. I got a friend from the boxing team who does security here and will let us in. See when you actually make friends with teammates instead of punching them, good things come from it." Brian winces at that, and Evan's angry face falters a bit. "Hey bro... I didn't mean..."

"S'Okay, I deserved that. I fucked up pretty badly, you're right."

"Guys, come on," I complain, "I've been wanting to visit this place for all year can you two hold it together for my sake."

Brian leans forward from the back seat. "Whaddya say, bro, truce? For Zach's sake?" he offers a fist to his brother.

Evan locks eyes with his twin, and after only a moment's hesitation, bumps his fist with his own. "A truce. For Zach."

I jump out the passenger door after Evan parks and I look around excitedly. It's well into spring and the blossoms on the trees leave a fragrant scent in the air.

Evan pops the trunk and takes a cooler out of the trunk. He shoves it into Brian's arms. "Here, make yourself useful." Then he turns and heads to the small booth attached to the gate to chat briefly with the security guard.

While he's gone, Brian looks at my excited expression and smiles. "You're so into this. I gotta hand it to my bro, this was a good idea for a date."

"I had a great date with you that time. First gay bar, first drag show."

Brian looks wistful. "Yeah it was. I mean I thought it was great. I'm surprised to hear you say that though."

"What? Why?"

Brian hefts the large plastic cooler onto his right shoulder, and I watch his arm as the loose green fabric of his jacket pulls tight over his balled up bicep. "Dude, you're naked with my own brother hours after we had sex, then you're fucking half your college's student body the rest of the year. And you can't figure out why I'd think the date meant nothing to you."

I flush, and sputter defensively: "That's not fair! You guys have your own fucked up thing going on and I never asked to be dropped in the middle of it. And besides, who are you to accuse me of sleeping around, you with your thirty-five fucks before you were even out of high school?"

I'm angry as hell but not being honest about why. How could he think that night meant nothing to me? I take a deep breath to unleash more bilge when I'm stopped abruptly by Brian's lips against mine. His left arm is wrapped around my back, pulling me up on my toes, then right off the ground, firm against his unyielding chest. The kiss is like a golden shaft of sunshine washing over me, filling me with warmth, evaporating my rage. We make out, and I'm so lost in his mouth I can't tell for how long. It feels like hours but can only have been a few seconds.

I am back on my own two feet moments later, just as Evan appears at Brian's side with a pair of binoculars and a park map. I see now Brian had sneakily positioned the cooler so that Evan couldn't see what happened. I clear my throat and Evan eyes us both suspiciously, but let's it go.

"Alright, we're good to go, my buddy even let me borrow his binoculars so we can get a better look at the lunar eclipse tonight."

"Wow, I didn't even know that was happening," I say. I try to remember the difference between a solar and lunar eclipse but science was never my strong suit. Evan grabs a blanket from the back seat of the car and then we set off. He takes my hand and we walk through the open gate, with Brian trailing behind with the cooler in his arms. The walk through the trees in full spring bloom is beautiful, with shafts of orange light from the setting sun poking through.

The first sculpture we come upon is made of black steel, with a central, ramrod straight column around which is hung a kind of circular bib, then a riot of rods, some straight, some wavy radiating up and out from the base, with pieces of chain here and there as well. I love it, but both Brian and Evan look sceptical.

"What's it supposed to be?" Brian asks.

"Abstract sculpture isn't supposed to `be' anything, it's not representational necessarily," I say. "I like to think about how it makes me feel."

"Well?" asks Evan.

I pause and take in the jumble of metal. "Excitement, is what I get from it. Don't you think?"

"It's kind of like--" starts Evan.

"--a fight," finishes Brian.

"Exactly! There's these orderly straight elements, and these chaotic wavy parts, and they're struggling against each other."

"Cool," says Brian, getting into it now.

Evan smirks and shows me the guide with the title of the piece: King by British sculptor Lee Tribe.

"Hmm," I say, "Let's keep going."

We see a couple of other pieces that are mildly interesting but don't really speak to me, then we come to the edge of the woods opening onto a hillside that extends quite a distance, with a mountain in the background. Combined with the orange and red streaky sky as the sun sets, it is an amazing view. Evan takes the cooler from Brian's arms and opens it, tossing him half a sandwich and the park map.

"Go explore, bro. Give us an hour."

Brian looks longingly at me while Evan lays the blanket down on the grass. I smile back at him, and nod. He's horned in on our date so he can hardly refuse. He winks at me and then turns, his perfect ass shifting in his jeans as he walks down the hill into the setting sun, his broad shoulders and narrow waist forming an enticing silhouette.

Evan clears his throat and I turn to join him on the blanket for our picnic supper. He hands me a sandwich and then pops the top on a can of beer, offering it to me. He opens one of his own and we clink the cans. "Here's to an amazing date, with an amazing, thoughtful guy," I say, smiling at Evan. Evan grins and then shyly looks away. He takes a sandwich and together we munch quietly for a bit, as sunset turns to dusk. Evan opens a second beer before I've barely drunk half of mine and I eye him carefully.

"Thirsty?" I ask.

"Liquid courage," he replies, taking a few more big gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing.

I look quizzically at the guy who just faced down a boxing opponent the size of a wooly mammoth. Courage for what? I think.

Evan wipes his mouth and slides closer to me. He leans in for a kiss and I grip his muscular neck to pull him into my lips. We make out for a bit and I taste the beer on his thick strong lips. Fuck he knows how to kiss, I think, as my cock swells.

Evan breaks the kiss and looks down at the bulge in my jeans, he cups it in his big hand and massages it for a bit, looking back up into my eyes as I groan. He brings his other hand down to unbutton my fly and pull down my underwear. My rock hard dick springs up. Evan lays down on the grass and lowers his head to lick my balls with his broad, rough tongue, a sensation that gets me so aroused I have to concentrate so as not to cum. He licks up my shaft and then swallows the tip, his head bobbing to give me head. I hear him take a breath in through his nostrils and then he deep throats my cock all the way to the base, his nose is my pubes.

"Oh, god!" I cry as Evan makes swallowing contractions in his throat to massage my dick. He pulls up and off, coughing once and then his wet lips spreading into a grin. "God damn it Evan, that feels so good. I wish I could do that for you but you're too fucking huge."

"I know," he says, more practical than immodest in his tone. He cocks his head and the bashful look from earlier today is back. "But there is something you could do for me. Something I've been thinking about since Thanksgiving." He looks down lustily at my cock and then back in my eyes.

Having guessed wrong about this earlier I'm loathe to jump to conclusions again, but fuck. Is he thinking what I think he's thinking? I risk it. "You want me to fuck you?"

At Thanksgiving, Evan had surprised me in the bathroom of the Hayes' house when I had slept over with Brian. He'd managed to get my cock hard and throbbing with his attentions, just as Brian interrupted us. In the ensuing struggle, Evan had been shoved back onto me and my dick had buried itself in his hole. And that wasn't even the craziest part of what happened that morning.

Evan chuckles. "It's weird, I didn't think I'd be into that. But despite the surprise of it that time, it felt so good, and I've been thinking about that feeling ever since."

I lean in and hold Evan's smooth cheeks in my hands and stare lustily into his eyes. "If you thought that felt good, then you ain't seen nothing yet. Now let's see that ass." Evan smiles happily and stands up to shuck his windbreaker, chambray button up and jeans. He stands before me, white tank and briefs contrasting with his dark skin while the light of dusk gives a bluish tinge to everything. He turns slowly around.

"Damn," I breathe, taken by the majesty of Evan's ass in those briefs, high and round, like two boulders rubbing against each other.

Slowly, Evan gets down on all fours and then looks back over his shoulder. After a few more beats of me staring dumbly he raises an eyebrow.

"Well?"

I need no further encouragement and I get up on my knees to pull down his underwear and take those huges globes in my hands. I feel the softness of the skin over his glutes and I part them to get a look at his deep crack. I lick at the sheen of sweat I see there and Evan shivers.

I lick my way down until I find his dark pucker and tease it with my tongue, eliciting an unmistakable moan.

"You like that huh?"

"Fuck yeah I do, gimme some more of that," Evan wiggles his ass back into my face. It takes effort to keep his solid cheeks parted with all the muscle there, but I dive in anyway and lick Evan's hole for all I'm worth. He gasps and moans and I know I'm taking him somewhere he's never been before.

I sit back on my haunches and take in the view of Evan's thick legs and ass. Despite no longer playing football, Evan still has the huge thighs and glutes of a running back. I recall the unbelievable leg strength he demonstrated the first night we met which brought Kelsey's party to a literally explosive end. Damn what a view.

I pry his cheeks open again, spit right on the target and probe Evan's hole with my finger. I fingerfuck him for a while, reaching around with my other hand to stroke his hardening uncut cock. Evan pulls a bottle of lube out of his jacket pocket and passes it back to me. I pop the top and squirt a good mound of it into my hand. I then put in two fingers, then a third and Evan takes a breath in quickly. I reach up to rub his lower back.

"We're gonna take our time, relax," I say, keeping my three fingers still until I can feel him loosen a bit more. "Remember when you did this to me, that first time in the forest?"

"Oh Zach, fuck yeah I do, you made the sexiest moans, I knew I had to find a way to hear them again."

I slather lube all over my cock, which is so hard from the mere thought of drilling Evan fucking Hayes. I place the tip of my dick on his back door and push gently; Evan is eager and pushes back hard and my cockhead slides into in.

"Oh, fuck," I say. "That feels real good."

"Same," Evan grunts. "Fuck, Zach go to town on my ass, I wanna feel you at that spot you hit last time that felt so good."

"Deal," I say and I start pumping Evan's ass with my dick so hard it's practically vibrating. Despite his inexperience Evan takes it like a champ; he's big everywhere so it makes sense his butt could handle my normal sized dick. He wouldn't be so easygoing if it was Brian fucking him.

Fuck. I think of them both getting boners for each other during their armwrestling match last Thanksgiving and that image in my head takes over. I change my angle and start jackhammering Evan's ass as requested. Evan moans with lust and yells "Yeah that's it babe" and I know I'm punching his prostate just the way he wants.

I growl as I keep pounding Evan, remembering how powerful topping can make me feel. Here I am fucking a guy who took down a dude three times my size in the boxing ring today and now I have him at my mercy. I pull out, wrap my arms around Evan's waist, and shove him sideways onto his left flank.

"My turn to get a little rough, a little payback for that scar you gave me," I say. Evan grins and reaches up to thumb the scar on my temple from the punch he gave me accidentally while aiming for Brian.

"I thought you might want a little payback. I'm ready to take my lumps."

I play-punch him, knocking my fist on his rock hard pecs. Evan pretends to wince, smirking, but when I pull my left hand back and SMACK his ass cheek hard he cries out for real. It's not boxing, but I've learned how to hit.

"OW! Oh shit! Oh shit!" he continues, and I see in his eyes that lust is coming through on the other side of the pain.

I consider a little more spanking, and I rub my hand over Evan's hard glute again, but I'm too horny and need to get back to fucking. I run my hand down to the back of his knee and push with all my strength, shoving Evan's muscular leg up to his chest. "Hold your knee and tell me you want me inside you again."

Evan holds his knee tight and murmurs: "Oh god, yes, Zach, fuck me again."

I join him on the grass on my side. With his leg pulled up the angle is better for deep-dicking him and I grind into him slower than before but burying my cock right up to the hilt each time. I reach my left arm up to slide under his neck and my right hand grips his biceps. I am so aroused I don't know how much longer I can last as I feel Evan from the inside and it feels so good. I reach down to grabs Evan's dick and have barely touched it when I can feel every muscle contract as he blows his load powerfully.

"Oh Zach, yes!" he cries, and I feel his asshole clamp down on my dick sparking my own orgasm which bursts out of me painting Evan's rectum with my seed. We lie in a heap, breathing hard, I pull out my softening cock and pull myself up to wrap my arms around his muscular torso. I breath in his mossy scent, licking the salty moisture off the back of his neck.

We spoon a bit more and then Evan sits up, looking back at me amazed.

"Holy shit, Zach. I don't know what I was expecting, but that was fucking amazing."

I beam happily and I pull my pants back up, feeling the chill. We dress in the light of the full moon as dusk settles into night, and then find a tree to sit under. I lay my head on Evan's chest and before I say another word I've dozed off.

**

We both wake with a start to Brian shouting "Guys, guys! You gotta see this!"

The full moon is so bright it hardly seems like night as Brian come running back up the hill toward us. The grin on his face is so boyish and excited that my heart leaps a little. God he's so cute.

We try to gather the picnic things but Brian pushes us bodily down the hill.

"No leave it, just come, you gotta see this!"

*** The three of us stand in a row, staring. Finally I break the silence.

"What witchcraft is this?" I say.

"I mean, it's gotta be just physics--" starts Evan.

"--but how, bro? It's freaky!" Brian interrupts.

We're standing in front of Menashe Kadishman's Suspended, a sculpture made of weathered steel that seems impossible. Like really, how is this thing even possible. Two rectangular steel boxes, the longer one a massive square pillar that is tipped up on one edge, and defying gravity by rigidly staying at at a 45 degree angle to the grass below it. The second box is smaller, and suspended vertically in the air, hanging from the angled top of the first pillar. Brian yelps with glee and runs forward to position his long, strong body right underneath the suspended pillar. He stretches his right arm up to try to make it look like he is holding the massive box up with his own strength. "Come on Zach! Take my picture!"

I pull out my phone and try to get a good angle, the full moon giving me just barely enough light. But Evan interrupts.

"Naw, bro, you're not quite tall enough to make it look quite right," he says. He's right, Brian just barely touches the metal with his fingertips. Evan ambles over and gets behind Brian, and squats down. With what seems like little effort, he hoists his two hundred and twenty pound brother up on his shoulders.

"Aw yeah bro, great idea," Brian enthuses, now pushing his flat palms against the metal. With his arms fully flexed and his biceps and triceps popping, it does make for a much more impressive picture and I start snapping eagerly. I pull the zoom back to show Evan too and I can see that both brothers are smiling with big grins on their faces.

They trade places so Evan can play Hercules, and then Brian lifts me up by my waist while Evan snaps a couple of me, not that anyone would believe that I would be holding up that much steel. As Brian lowers me his hands slide up my shirt and he tweaks my nipples beneath my shirt.

"Ow!" I swat at him, and he just mock-cowers and laughs. I look at his handsome face and feel a warmth spread through me.

Satisfied with the shots, which are indeed worthy of social media posting, we wander through the nearby field and find a huge orange I-beam sculpture by Mark di Suvero: Mother Peace. We horse around some more and I nearly shit my pants when Brian jumps up on the thing and starts doing a quirky little shimmy across the horizontal beam.

"Get down!" I shout.

"Bro, you're gonna get my friend in trouble if we break the art!"

"Party poopers, dudes," Brian laughs as he reluctantly get down.

The three of us wander into a dense stand of trees and it darkens as the moonlight is blocked. I feel Brian take my hand in his and he squeezes. I look up next to him and he looks somehow both happy and pained.

We reach the other edge of the small stand, opening out onto rolling grassy hills immediately below. With a gasp, I point up at the moon, which has darkened and turned a dull red color! "Is that--?"

"The eclipse," Evan says.

"It's not what I expected," I say. "Where's the ring of fire?"

Evan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind, nuzzling my ear. "You're thinking solar, gorgeous. This is a lunar eclipse. Also called... The Blood Moon."

I look up at Brian, who was looking up in the sky, still holding my right hand, and then he turns back to see me and Evan wrapped up in each other.

He drops my hand and I see it close into a fist. I look into his eyes... and they are burning with fire.

"Brian, don't...!"

Evan is ejected from the stand of trees by the force of Brian's punch and I am knocked to the ground. Brian leaps after him down the hill. I struggle to my feet. I check my skin, I wasn't hit this time, just rattled. I move forward to the stand's edge and watch the twins roll and grapple and punch and I feel my heart sink. What the fuck am I doing here? I think. I've spent this whole school year discovering myself, and yet here I am, back again in the thrall of these two gorgeous men who can't seem to stop behaving like animals.

I look up at the soft red light of the Blood Moon bathing the rolling hills and I recognize something. These hills are not naturally rolling. Brian and Evan are beating the shit out of each other on top of the art. I fetch the map to identify the landscape artist: Maya Lin, Storm King Wavefield.

Something about that starts to fill me with an inexplicable rage and I race down the hill. I come up on Brian just as he's getting to his feet and I lower my head and slam into him with all the momentum of my anger. My bones rattle like that time I crashed my bike into a telephone pole, but I manage somehow to knock him off his feet. I sit up, my hands planted on Brian's chest as he shakes his dazed head. Evan groans from the side, looking on, bewildered. I guess the art fag tackling the former captain of the high school football team is a bit of a bewildering sight.

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU TWO?" I yell. "This is ridiculous. You're going to kill each other. Even worse, you're going to damage the art. OR ME!"

"We'd never hurt you baby," says Evan.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, pushing my hair back to remind him of the scar he left on the night this whole crazy thing started.

"That's cold, Zach," Evan says, pinched with shame.

"You couldn't have always been like this," I say. "When is the last time you weren't at each other's throats like this? When you were kids?"

"He gave me a concussion," Brian says, thumbing at Evan.

"They say you never forget your first," Evan sneers. "But I guess I didn't get my dick cut up, so that puts me ahead."

"Shut the fuck up man," gasps Brian, almost spinning in place with frustration. "It's not my fault you get the weird looking dick in our house. Blame mom for you being her favorite."

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask.

"When we were born," Evan says, "Dad wanted us to get circumcised. So we'd be the same as him."

"And I cried so much Mom refused to let them snip Evan," Brian adds. "So he was always different."

"And blacker," adds Evan. "So Dad always liked you better because you look just like her."

"Fuck you," grunts Brian, "that's why she liked YOU better. Because you look like HIM."

"That's why you wanted to be a Silverback," Evan responds inching closer to his brother, fists curling. "You didn't give a shit if they had a racist mascot. Didn't half apply to you anyway!"

"What was I supposed to do, debate team?" roars Brian, his face just inches from Evan's. "And it didn't stop YOU from trying out. Not once I did. You know what? Fuck you. You could never resist trying to one up me! With mom, with football, with guys, with Zach!"

"Hey you have to quit this," I say trying to squeeze in between them, pushing them apart. I realize it's only the force of my anger that separates them. I'm stronger since boxing but still don't have anything like the physical strength it would take to push either of them around.

Hm, look at that, I think. I was able to MAKE them do something.

"Okay," I say, "so the last time you two didn't have an issue was when you were fetuses inside the same mother. I get it. But you love each other. In your own weird fucked up way you love each other. So just... stop."

"Then you have to pick, Zach," says Brian. "You have to end this."

"No I don't," I answer. "God, in high school I would have done anything for either of you to notice me. Now half the time I wish you never did." Brian and Evan both look down at their feet, chastened. "This is isn't even about me. I swear, sometimes I really do think you're using me to get in each other's faces."

The twins start arguing immediately, so loud I can't hear myself think. What did Todd say about impossible choices? Fuck this. Fuck them. I look up at the red Blood Moon, and it looks like the burning anger I feel.

"SHUT UP!" I shout. "I pick both of you. Both. There! If you want to be with me you need to be with each other too. And if you don't want that you can leave."

They both furrow their brows as if to argue, but I silence them with a glare. "I'm done doing what other people want me to do. I'm done caring how it's going to work, or what's going to happen. Maybe in a year I'll feel differently. Maybe in a day I will. But for right now I want you both. If you don't like it you can leave. Either of you or both of you."

"You can't do that," says Evan.

I draw myself up and say, "Just watch me."

I'd never seen the twins be silent for so long.

It's Brian who speaks first. "It's not true, what you said. I swear, I liked you since we were kids. If this is hurting you this much, I'll leave. I'll end it." I turn to Brian and all my self possession wilts as I see the tears in his eyes. "I love you Zach."

He turns slowly and walks away, disappearing into the weird rose colored night of the lunar eclipse.

I slowly turn to Evan, expecting him to be overjoyed. This is what he's wanted after all. But he looks as distressed as me. I drop against him, burying our faces against each other's necks.

His hands on my back slide down and he pulls me tight. Something primal is overtaking us. I don't know if it's knowing we just have each other, or trying to understand how to respond to Brian leaving us.

"Fuck me," I demand through gritted teeth. I want something to feel other than the loss of Brian.

Evan jerks my jeans down hard. He's in a fury, picking me up and spinning me upside down. His powerful tongue parts my ass and plunges into my hole I try to focus on just that. He's prying me open with such force and I need him to go deeper, to fill me up. He flips me back around, and positions me so his cock head is pressed against my wet hole. I wrap my legs around his hard obliques, and let myself slowly slide down.

As ready as I am, as much as I want it, I really feel him enter me. Fuck, his cock is big and it splits me open as much now as the first time. He's not patient, he's not checking my face to see how I'm taking it. He's just thrusting into me with all his strength, pistoning.

"You're so good," he grunts, and though the words are right, I can see something's wrong. "Fuck, you feel so good. You do."

I can almost hear the "But..." at the end of his sentence. I feel it too. No matter how his erection is filling me, it's not complete. Something's missing. I hug him tight, and he stops thrusting, instead letting me sink down on his cock. "I miss him too," I whisper.

We're like that for a long time, and then I notice Evan's head turn left. What looks like a smile spreads across his face. I don't know why until I suddenly feel the hot breath on the back of my neck, and see the golden skin of Brian's arms as they wrap around me from behind.

"I'm back," he whispers. Did I imagine it? But I push and feel his broad hard chest against me. I'm surrounded by my men, in a perfect circle.

Evan reaches around me to pull his brother in closer, while his cock drives into me harder. Lights flash in my eyelids, and I don't know if it's from his cockhead hitting my prostate or shocking relief at how Evan just touched Brian gently for the first time since I've known them.

I hear Brian spit into his hand and then I feel the nudge of his cockhead at my hole already stretched by Evan's hard pole. Oh shit, I think. Seriously?

"Whoaaaa no no no," I groan, rolling my eyes at the feel of both their mouths on my neck and face.

"You said you wanted us both," chuckles Evan.

"This is both," adds Brian.

I try to appeal to my rational brain but Evan is cockpunching my prostate so hard that all I want is more. So I keep one arm around Evan, and with the other try to pry my ass open to take his brother. This is going to be so much harder than when I tried this with Luc's cock and the dildo but I try to remember that lesson as Brian's crown begins to stretch my ass more than I've ever known.

My breath goes rapid. "Ohmygod, ohmygod," I gasp, as Brian's cockhead reaches its widest point, and then it passes. I'm reeling as his fucking rod reaches the next tight ring and he starts to nudge into it.

"You can do it," Evan purrs, as Brian pushes slowly but relentlessly, and I break into a full body sweat. But Brian masterfully wedges in, opening me in the tightest place and sliding his full length in alongside Evan's.

My body is wracked and wants to stop, but I've never felt so real as I do held between them. Their hands and mouths are all over me as they both begin to fuck me together, and every part of me is electric.

It's too much, knowing their balls are slapping against each other and their cocks writhing together in me. I'm on the verge of shooting when one of them - both of them? - drives hard and my body recoils in pain.

"No - I can't," I cry, trying to pull myself away, "I can't!"

But again they ease me by coming together around me, locking their arms and pulling tight so the pressure on all sides calms me. I lean back against Brian, with my arms around Evan and look up to the sky. The eclipsed moon is a glowing red like blood. I'm transfixed by it and feel my body relax, and my hole loosen, giving the twins an opening to plow me. The twins are closer together than they've been since birth, and I know I was wrong, we're not a triangle, we're a circle.

Evan, born second, begins a rolling gasp and spears me hard, cumming uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tensing as his balls erupt, spewing white lava in me and on his own brother's cock. It's almost more than I can take, but it's Brian who loses it, groaning like an animal and blowing his own load as Evan's is still pumping. I can't believe they're both cumming together, all over each other's fat cocks inside me, and the thought triggers my own load. My hole convulses and they both nearly stagger as their loads are milked out of them together, and my own semen streaks like lightning across Evan's abs.

When we finally rise and dress, the full light of the moon returns as the eclipse ends. I pull my jeans up and feel a weight in my pocket.

"I forgot about this," I say, pulling out the garish Silverbacks football championship ring and holding it out in my palm.

"You still have my ring," Brian says, smiling warmly.

"Erm," I respond looking down, "it's actually Evan's."

"Mine?" asks Evan. "What are you doing with my ring?"

"Well.... Brian's fell in the toilet and I took yours," I explain quickly, as if I saying it fast will end it sooner.

"You threw my ring in the toilet?" Brian asks, astonished, as Evan asks "You took my ring?"

"No!" I yelp. "It fell! And I was... I was used to having it. And I saw Evan's and he obviously didn't care about it so I took it. I guess I thought he would never know."

"So since Thanksgiving I've been wearing my own ring?" Brian asks, holding out his meaty fist, the other Silverbacks ring on his finger.

"You thought you were were wearing MY ring?" Evan asks.

"I thought Zach took mine and I missed it. I spotted yours in the bathroom - what I thought was yours - and you obviously didn't care. So I borrowed it."

"What the fuck bro," asks Evan, "our initials are in them!"

Brian suddenly seems more curious than angry. He twists the ring off his finger and looks inside with a squint. "Yeah, whaddya know" he says, "BH. But the B looks like an E, see?"

Evan doesn't bother to look, glancing back and forth from me and Brian.

A laugh erupts out of me without warning. Just a little one. Then it grows. Then I can't stop, and I'm doubled over laughing. Brian and Evan shake their heads, and then each in turn giggles and then howl with full out belly laughs.

When at last we stop, Brian wipes a tear from his eyes and says, "Those stupid fucking rings."

"Hey," I say in defense of them, in all their garish glory. "Those rings are responsible for all of this."

I remember Kelsey's party on the last day of summer, and the snarky comment I made to Brian about his ring. It's hard to believe how many crazy, frustrating and wonderful things have happened all because of that moment when I asked a guy I didn't know about the Silverbacks.

"They're just rings, Zach," says Evan, interrupting my wistful moment.

He was right, especially now that I had the real guys, and not just the rings.

I look up at the rusted monolith sculpture closest to us. I take both rings in hand, walk over and place them one on top of the other on the base, like an offering.

"How about we leave them here, where this chapter ends?"

Evan nods yes quickly. Brian takes a few seconds longer but then his thoughtful expression turns into an approving smile.

We turn to walk out of Storm King, but I can't stand to be apart from my men, so they take turns carrying me piggy back. I snuggle my head against Brian's muscular neck and sigh contentedly as we bounce over the broad expanse of the park toward Evan's car. I'm the luckiest boy alive. Somebody pinch me!

Suddenly Brian stops short at the sight of a picnic table stuck out here in the middle of a field. Evan stops too and looks quizzically at his twin brother. Brian lets go of my legs and I drop to my feet on the ground. Brian walks over to one side of the picnic table and sits, propping his right arm up on the table. He smiles at Evan.

"Rematch, bro?"

Evan smiles widely, he flexes his own right arm and a big ball of bicep muscle swells in the silvery moonlight. "So eager to get your ass kicked again, bro?" He sits and locks hands with his brother.

"I been working out, some. And practicing."

"I see you have," Evan says, admiring Brian's swollen guns, now nearly his match in size.

"Guess all we need now is a hot-as-fuck referee to get us started," Brian says, looking at me.

I blush and go to stand between them. I put one hand on Evan shoulder and one on Brian's and glide my hands down over their hard biceps and then up their club like forearms to their joined hands. With both my hands on theirs and lean down to kiss their fingers turning my head to stare first at Evan's dark brooding eyes then at Brian's mischievous green orbs. Brian and Evan fucking Hayes. Both of `em.

How could it have been any other way.

I stand up straight and shout into the night sky:

"Three, two, one... GO!!"

END