They were brothers, and when I met them, I was simply stunned that the genetic Gods had been so utterly kind to both of them. You wouldn’t have known they were brothers immediately, as they differed tremendously from one another in looks, but after spending time with them at a party, it became easy to see that they had spent their entire lives together.

Adam is 22, and Brandon will be turning 21 in a few weeks. Both are instructors at a local wind tunnel. The job is physically demanding, so they are both quite fit. You have to see them in the wind tunnel to truly appreciate their fitness—there’s something about a man in a tight form-fitting jump suit in 140 mile per hour wind that leaves so little to the imagination!

Adam is blond, with close cropped hair that becomes quite curly if it gains length. He’s thin, fat-less, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, and is one of the most naturally hairless young men I’ve ever encountered. He has an angelic face, a deeply genuine smile that melts even the most disagreeable of people, and his capacity for friendship and for love is unrivaled in my many years. Adam speaks with a raspy voice—it sounds like he’s been yelling for many hours, and in a strange, distracting sort of way, it adds to his overall sexiness.

Brandon, on the other hand, is a long-haired, dark, intensely masculine young man with baby smooth skin, and a very commanding, very deep voice. His upper lip is delicately pierced, and his deeply intense brown eyes pierce the room and the conversation, even when he’s not actively participating. Brandon is heaver than Adam, well filled out, but still quite fit.

Together, they make a striking pair, and their natural comfort with each other and their general rapport lend well to the overall image of the relationship. It’s a thing of beauty to watch them interact with each other, and play off of each other interacting with others. Both, incidentally, are straight.


I have known them for about two years. We met, quite by accident (or Providence) because they were roommates of a friend of mine. The ended up at my house one evening for dinner at the request of the mutual friend, and I was at once taken with them, and we instantly became friends.

Over time, their visits to my home became more frequent, and for the last nine months or so, they have come to my home on Sunday nights for dinner, a movie, great conversation and whatever else is happening here. I’ve come to appreciate our Sunday ritual so much that I’ve stopped allowing plans of or with others on Sundays. Each Sunday I dream up a completely new menu for dinner, and we enjoy each others’ company, sometimes with an extra person that they want to introduce me to, but for the most part it’s the three of us on Sundays, and these times are among the best in life for me.

The boys (as I call them) know I’m gay, and constantly chide me about getting laid, as they appear to do so with far more frequency than I. I am not complaining, but considering that I’m twice their age, they don’t quite grasp that sexual appetite declines with age (though desire certainly does not, at least in my case), it’s a fun time to hear about their constant forays