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It was the Fall of 1971, and my Junior year in college...

We didn't get the newspaper daily, so we missed the article that came out the day following the art sale.� But when Todd returned to the art department, he was all the talk.� Apparently Todd had created quite a stir showing up nude for his premiere, and someone gave him a clipping. There was even a photo of him, from the waist up, accompanying the story in the Life and Arts section.��

It was nearly two weeks before Sydney called to tell Todd to come get his money.� I went with him.� The gallery hadn't opened for the day yet, but Sydney was there to let us in.� And just like the first time we went to the gallery, after what seemed to be forever, Todd came out from the back naked.� Only this time he was carrying his check for over fifteen thousand dollars.� You could buy several high-end new cars with fifteen grand in those days, or even a modest house.� He damned near skipped out of the place bare butt before I stopped him.� Holding his check for him, he went back into the back of the gallery.� Half an hour later, I went to back to check up on the problem.�

It didn't surprise me to find himn engaged sexually, buggering Sydney who was bent over his desk.� Apparently he had been going at Sydney's ass the entire time.� I watched silently for a while.� Todd's buttocks began clinching and I knew Todd was unloading his nuts.� Suddenly he became very still and just stood there for a minute or so, before stepping back.� He turned and ripped off the cum filled condom from his now soft prick and tossed it onto Sydney's back.

He quickly dressed and we were out of there and on our way to the bank.�

"What about another show?" I asked Todd as we cruised down Main Street towards campus and the branch bank where we did business.�

"He fucking wants to wait six months.� Six months!� Hell, I have enough stuff on hand to do another show tomorrow, but Sydney wants to wait."

"Why? Strike while the iron's hot the saying goes."

"He doesn't want to over saturate the market.� Says we'll get better prices, much better prices if we wait six months," he groused.

"Well, he might be right about that," I said.� "After all, he's the marking pro, not us."

"Hell, in six months, they'll all have forgotten about me!"�

Hardly... A few weeks later, he showed me an article in a national news magazine.� It was all about his fresh approach to art and the outlandish stunt at the gallery.� It even had a color picture of his schoolboy-at-the-blackboard now titled, "School Daze".� The fat fart was famous!

Tons of offers of every sort flowed in, so much that he was hard to keep track of it.� Several famous galleries wanted to put on a show for him, but he was held by the one year exclusive contract to Sydney.� Six months later, the second show at Sydney's� was a blow out.� Now not only was my fat fuck buddy famous, he was rich and famous!

There was another after-show party at Jason Roberts mansion.� The girls, both obviously laden with child by then, weren't such an attraction this time, but I was propositioned a number of times.� Thanks to Todd, I wasn't all that interested.� That's not exactly true, I was interested, but not for money and was able to relive my days at the Y once again. This time Traci was pissed off at me for being such a slut and she cut me off from using her ass for about a day, as she just couldn't stand to see Staci getting all the attention.

Then the really big day came.� We were home and Traci's water broke.� Freaked me out!� I was in a panic, but Traci and her sister kept me calm.� Ever see a pregnant woman about to burst climb into the back seat of a two-door hardtop.� Let me tell you, that's easier than the preggo lady trying to get out of that back seat, but Staci managed.� The three of us made it to the hospital and they wheeled Traci up to the maternity ward.� Meanwhile Staci took the T-Bird to find Todd who was at the studio at school.

"For god's sakes, Todd," she related to me later, "put on some clothes.� Traci's is at the hospital!"

"The baby?"

"Yes.� Come on."�

Apparently after the first show and the news magazine article, he took to going nude while painting.� His fellow artists seemed to accept it and paid him no mind.� The privileges of genius, or so he claimed.� I'd met a bunch of his fellow art students, as they hung out with their hippie girlfriends at the house quite a bit... a far out lot.� The profs were another freakish lot.� Not at all like the nerdy geeks and their plastic pocket protectors I hung out with in the Engineering Department, that's for sure!

They made it back to the hospital in time for the big show.� They of course had to wait outside, while I, the father of the child, bravely went into the delivery room.� The moment that little sucker popped out from her pussy and I saw that black curly hair, I knew I'd married the wrong sister.� Not that it really mattered a wit that it was Todd's kid and not mine, but my name would be on his birth certificate.� Besides, I was in love with the cute little guy the moment the nurse handed to me. Okay, he wasn't cute. Newborns aren't cute.� It takes a few weeks before they become cute.� In those first moments cut from the imbecile cord, they're butt ugly and a bit slimy too.� No matter, Travis James Chambers had arrived and had all the requisite fingers and toes and had a healthy set of lungs.� The Tr of his first name was from his mother Traci. The James, for my dad and the Chambers after me.�� Lest I drop the bundle of joy, I handed him off to his adoring mother.

Out in the waiting room, I gave my buddy and sister-in-law the news. "It's a boy!" I announced. "But he's not my kid.� He's your kid, Todd."

Putting my hand to Staci bugling tummy I added, "Maybe this one's mine."

"What are we going to do?" Todd asked alarmed as if this possibility had never occurred to him before.

"What do you mean, what are we going to do?� Legally, he's my kid.� Biologically, he's your kid.� So what do you think we're going to do? We're going to love him and we're going to raise him into a fine young man."

"Yeah, that's a plan," Todd grinned.�

He put his hand on Staci's stretched stomach, his eyes lit up in wonder.� "He's or she's kicking," he said in awe.

"Come on," I said.� "They've taken him to the nursery.� Let's go see our kid."

Ten days or so later, we were back in the hospital.� This time Traci and I, along with little Travis sat out in the waiting room with little Travis enjoying his mommy's milk. Todd eventually came out with a big shit eating grin.

Copping a feel of Traci's engorged free breast and getting her blouse wet in the process, he declares, "It's official.� I married the wrong whore," he said causing Traci to roll her eyes.� "You did too, Randy.� No way that little blondie in there is mine."

"Boy or girl?" I asked.

"Boy.� Stephan is his name."� We high fived each other and each gave Traci a kiss.� Then we all headed to the viewing area of the nursery to see our second son.

For a while there, after Travis was born, it was pretty easy to tell who was who, as Staci still looked like a blimp.� Then it all changed and really got confusing, for the girls were breast feeding each other's babies making Todd and I guess� who was who.� It was always the twins favorite game to bust our balls.� Even Todd with his keen eye for detail was thrown off.�

I wasn't totally idle in the months following Todd's big break and the births of our kids.� Over in the Chemical Engineering labs, I had been tinkering around with carbon composites.� It was a class project and I really got into it.� So much so, that once I had finished with that class, I had continued to tinker.

I wasn't working with any professor on this investigation, so when� I stumbled upon creating a new light weight, heat resistant, and super strong composite material, I knew I had hit pay dirt.� Once I was sure of how I did it, I called Dad, as he was knowledgeable about everything it seemed and I knew he'd know what I should do.

"You patent it, that's what you do," he advised. "Anyone else help you with this?"

"No.� It's all my work."

"No, profs?� They have a habit of taking credit for their student's work."

"No.� No one knows what I've been doing, except Todd, and his eyes glass over whenever I begin to talk about it."

"Good.� Then don't discuss this with anyone, including Todd.� He's got a big mouth sometimes, you know.�� I'll call around and find you a patent attorney.� You patent it, then we'll figure out who to sell it to."

The rest, as they say, is history.� Oh, I had some blow back from the university, but seeing that no one could explain the process, their claims to my invention were easily brushed aside.� Besides, I had already graduated with honors by then, so what could they do?

From between getting the patent and graduating, Dad had been busy, making inquiries through his business contacts and once I was in the clear, he suggested to me a number of aerospace companies who might be interested. When one of the biggest bought an exclusive two year license to my patent, the payday was quite unbelievable.�

Financially we were set.� Neither Todd nor I blew our sudden wealth on stupid stuff, but instead followed my dad's advice and invested 90% of it.� With the remaining 10%, we bought a large piece of property and built a house and a studio for Todd on it.� We also bought a used four-wheel drive Suburban to haul everyone around in it, as the T-Bird was now rather impractical.� I did keep the T-Bird and still have that beauty.

The ensuing years just seemed to fly by.� We had more kids, seven in all, three of which are legally mine, even if the provenance of two of them is in question. Todd continued his artistic endeavors, selling a painting or three every year for outrageous amounts.� His favorite subjects besides our wives, were our kids.� He also took up sculpting, working in clay and casting in bronze.� Like all of his work, it was all nudes. Most of his stuff, he just kept, as it was private and might draw undue attention to our lifestyle.

The girls, each having teaching degrees, home schooled the kids until they were older, around twelve, and then we sent them to a private academy located not far from our estate.�� Up until that time, they rarely ventured off the grounds, except for shopping excursions and travel to see the wonders of the world.� Those were the only time those kids wore any clothing, unless it was just too cold to go about bare.� And yes, our kids were sexualized at an early age.

As time went by, our kids had kids, (not necessarily with each other) and some of those kids now have their own kids.� Frankly, I've lost count, but I usually, though not always, know who is who.

That my friends is pretty much how two boneheaded homo whores married twin sisters and had a slew of kids with them, getting stinking rich in the process.� All in all we've had a great life.

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