Seduced by Shark Shifters Box Set

By Rafe Jadison

When Sam White heads off to law school at Sun Coast University and meets sexy twins, Derek and Wyn, he has no idea what turn of events he will set into motion. Like chum in the water, as desire hits the waves, passions begin to bubble and stir.
Follow Sam and the sexy men of his family from Shark Beach to Dauphin Island as they discover new sides of themselves, wrestle with their pasts, and fight for everything that means anything to them. From shiver wars to games that can only lead to the bedroom, this hot and spicy box set is bound keep everyone running back to the water for a cool splash.
Contains the stories:
Seduced by Shark Shifters: Sam White's independence and drive got him into law school and helped him survive his mother's death. This same strength draws twins, Derek and Wyn, to Sam, but what starts as a friendship soon changes as the twins tell Sam they are in love with him.
Logan's Tail: Logan White loves to stray from the beaten path. His brother Sam and best friend Tom love to bring him back. When his father sends Logan to Shark Beach to check up on Sam, Logan meets sexy Stefano and Stefanie Magnussi and finds out Sam really is in danger. Searching for the mysteries of Shark Beach, Logan finds out that sometimes you have to put your tail on the line for the ones you love.
Tom's Turn: Tom fell for Logan the first day he saw him. He even learned to deal with being in love with his straight best friend until Logan ran off and married a gorgeous stranger who can turn into a shark. But Tom has never given up on Logan, and he doesn't plan to start now, even if it means plotting against this shark shifter while battling Logan's own stubbornness, because this time, it's Tom's turn.
Mark's Midlife: Mark will do anything his brother-in-law asks, but play nice with Stefano. Stefano is hot though, and Mark soon drops more than his defenses. When Mark and Stefano are suddenly at odds, Mark finds himself questioning whether their night meant anything to either of them, but as the war between the shivers comes to a violent head, Mark learns that sometimes you have to trust in those around you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 16, 2025
• ISBN: 9798896020899

Rafe Jadison

Rafe Jadison is the author of Seduced by Shark Shifters, Seduced by Shark Shifters II: Logan’s Tail, Seduced by Shark Shifters III: Tom's Turn, Reap This, Blake Blacks Out, and Peter Passenger and the Mothman. He has a great love of the water and of people, and he hopes that shows in his writing. You can find out more about Rafe at rafejadison.com. He looks forward to hearing from people legally old enough to read the things he writes.

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Seduced by Shark Shifters

Prologue

I had never done anything gay before. Well, at least not any more than any other guy growing up had. I mean everyone had that weird moment in the locker room when the guy across from you looked amazing, or that time you popped a boner when wrestling with your best friend, or even that time when a guy who you had never thought about that way looked at you and something about his face just made you want to...you know. But those things had never really gone very far. This though...now, this was different. I was twenty-five, and in law school. I was an adult who knew what he wanted out of life. Right? And these were two very adult men sitting next to me. We were friends--three friends sitting in a bar.

And that's where it started. Or maybe it started a lot earlier, like the day I met them. I don't know. I just know that some things, no matter how hard you try to get away from them, come at you full force, like a beautiful summer storm that appears out of nowhere over the ocean, the kind where no matter how much you tell yourself you should get out of the water, you just can't bring yourself to do it. Or a whale bursting up from the great depths and sending ripples so strong and so fierce that everything for miles moves with those ripples. Or a school of porpoises swimming in procession against the sunset, and drawing a gasp of breath from everyone on the beach.

It was like that. Magical. Beautiful. Frightening. Fast. Fierce. It was the sort of thing that those of us who live near the water learn to expect.

And whatever happened, happened. This is our story.

* * * *

Chapter 1

I couldn't believe we were done. We had actually made it through our first year of law school, and I think we felt good about our exams this week, even the one we took today, which we had all been sure was going to kill us.

I looked at Derek and Wyn. Derek's dark hair fell a little as he tilted his head back to take a big chug on his beer. His hair was thick and dark brown. It was long enough to be sexy, but just one centimeter away from going too far. It was the kind of hair that maybe after a few drinks, you thought about running your hands through, but it was still just short enough to look good in a suit, and to allow him to walk nonchalantly into any country club or upscale office in the world, and fit right in. Derek reeked of old money, and the devilish glint that you frequently saw in his eye told you that he didn't always spend it appropriately.

As Derek put down his empty glass, our usual waitress, Sheila, approached. She was a red-head who looked about thirty. She had big boobs that were just about bursting out of her tight green Cove T-shirt, but none of us seemed to notice.

Hey, we're going to need three more, Wyn said. And...I think we need some Kamikaze shots. We just passed a killer final.

Coming up, babe, Sheila said, walking away from our table.

While Derek's hair was thick and longer, Wyn's was short and textured, something a soldier would wear. Although his hair was really dark brown like his brother's, Wyn's hair appeared almost jet black, and always looked wet, just like the tiny goatee that dotted his chin. If Derek reeked of old money, Wyn reeked of new, even though these two guys were twins. Wyn, despite the fact that his name was actually the last name of some old relative named Wynthrop, was innovation and modern ideas. He always had a new way of looking at the world that was just outside the norm.

You got us through this, Wyn said, raising his hand up and putting it on my right shoulder.

People love my shoulders. My shoulders are thick, and broad, and wide, and I find that when people don't know where to touch me, or maybe when they want to cop a feel, they go straight, or sometimes a little gay you might say, for my shoulders. Either way, I usually kind of like it.

You sure did get us through this, Derek said, touching my other shoulder.

We were in our favorite booth, an old leather circular one that let us sit near each other in the darkest corner of our favorite bar, The Cove. I always seemed to end up in the middle, and today was no exception. Derek and Wyn both leaned in so close that it felt like we were snuggling. I didn't really mind the intimacy; after all, we were great friends, but it had been a long time since anyone had paid any attention to little Sam, and with a few drinks in my system, I was starting to get a little turned on. I could feel a stretch in my pants, and I knew from how hard he was that little Sam really liked the fact that two warm bodies were pressed up against me. I wanted to remind him that we were all friends, straight friends, and that it was the wrong time for me to get an erection of steel. After all, these guys were my study group, and my hall mates. No matter how much they feel I helped them, they helped me too. I wouldn't have made it this year, well at least not as easily, without them. We had gotten each other through the first year of law school, and I wanted to make sure we did the same for the next two years. I didn't want anything to mess that up, and I would be embarrassed as hell if they saw that I had a hard-on.

Plus, these guys were my only social outlet. If they hadn't dragged me out the weekend before school began, I probably would have spent all of this year in my room or the library studying. We were the perfect group to hang out together. At twenty-five, I was determined to do well in law school, so I made sure we studied hard, and they made sure we played hard.

In the three years after college I had worked like a dog trying to save for law school. I had saved a lot anticipating awful tuition prices. Luckily, Suncoast University's Wynthrop School of Law offered me a full scholarship. Now, I actually had a little socializing money, but even when going to a dive bar like The Cove, things added up.

Derek leaned closer to me and I could smell his breath--beer on top of mouthwash. I must have been a little drunk, because it smelled really good to me. I moved my head a little nearer to smell it.

I wish I could think of a way to thank you, he said, turning his head so that his dark brown eyes looked right into my hazel ones. You really kept us focused, and you have a great way of explaining even the most complicated stuff to us.

Yeah, you're brilliant, Wyn said. We really need to do something nice for you.

They both leaned in a little more. They had already each had an arm around me, but now I could feel a leg on each side of mine, pressing up against me. They were exceptionally close, and my inebriated cock was fighting my jeans to break free. If I didn't watch it, they were going to see just how much I enjoyed their friendship.

Although my cock was at full attention, my brain was a little less focused. The smell of really good cologne on both of them made it hard to concentrate. I told myself again, especially the part of me that I called little Sam, that Derek and Wyn were straight friends, and that I wasn't gay. I reminded myself that I was just horny, and drunk. Right?

Sheila arrived and slapped down three tall beers and six Kamikaze shots on the table. I was hoping that with the beers here my friends would move away a little, because if they got any closer, I was pretty sure I was about to have an accident. Sheila looked at us with a silly smile.

I don't know what you three have going on, but it's hot, she said, laughing. Especially putting the blonde with the gorgeous green eyes in the middle of two you dark eyed twins. I'll be dreaming about this shit tonight.

I started to blush. Sheila winked at me and walked off, a giant smile still on her face.

You know we look really gay huddled up like this, I said.

Nothing wrong with that, Wyn announced.

It sounds like we look really hot, Derek said, blowing a little kiss at me.

We all laughed, but then they both leaned even closer. I could feel Derek's chest near my upper arm, and I could feel my cock throb against my jeans.

You guys better watch out, or you might end up with a cock in your ass, I said. Oh crap! I couldn't believe I had just said that out loud. Just how much had I had to drink?

My high school girlfriend used to try to get her finger up there when she was blowing me, Derek said. I let her do it one time, and I came like a mother fucker.

Yeah, mine put her pinky in there once, Wyn said. I tried to act all straight about it, but that shit was awesome.

Derek leaned forward a little, moving our new beer glasses closer, and placing a Kamikaze shooter in front of each of us. As glad as I was for the Kamikazes, I missed his arm around me.

Derek looked at me as if he noticed. Damn it! The looks on my face always showed what I was thinking. Derek smiled and picked up a Kamikaze shooter with each hand. He then brought the arm that had been around me close to my face, pressing the shooter next to my lips. With his other arm he brought a shooter to his own mouth. Bottoms up! he said.

* * * *

Chapter 2

The day that I met Derek and Wyn was the day I let go of a little of my independence and allowed others to help me out.

When I got out of college, I was pretty sure that I wanted to go to law school, but being fiercely independent, I decided that I wanted to pay for it myself. My parents had paid for my undergraduate education, and I wanted to let them off the hook. I got a job, and then a part-time one as well, and found the cheapest apartment I could.

I kept both jobs and the cheap apartment for the next few years. I also kept the old Jeep Cherokee that was used and old when my parents gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. With all my cheapness, I started putting a decent amount of money away. I was a man on a mission.

My free time was spent exercising and studying for the LSAT. I posted two pictures on the tiny refrigerator in my miniscule bring-your-own-kitchen apartment that used to be someone's shed. The first picture was of a man with a perfect body to remind me to try to look like that. I might not have time for sex and dating right now, I told myself, but when I do, I'm going to rock somebody's world. The second picture was of a big house overlooking the ocean. It was to remind me to study hard for law school.

About two years into my mission, my mom died suddenly from a heart attack while jogging. I kicked myself for being so buried in work and studying that I hadn't spent much time with her, but then I remembered how proud of me she was for doing what I was doing. It pushed me harder, and when I got my LSAT scores back, I had a perfect score.

After my mom's death, I wanted to stay in Florida, not too far from my dad. Suncoast was close enough to get home in a day, but far enough away that I had some space, so it was definitely on my list. After all was said and done, it turned out to be the right school for me. With perfect LSAT scores, and a pretty competitive undergrad GPA, the school offered me a full scholarship that not only covered law school tuition, but also free room and board.

The university said they didn't get my kind here much. I'm still not sure what they meant by that, but as much as I didn't want to take money from my dad, I didn't mind taking it from the school. Now, the money I had saved for law school, I could use for day-to-day living, which as I mentioned earlier, frequently included The Cove. Three years of pinching, saving, and eating Ramen noodles had paid off.

You could go to any law school you wanted, my dad said.

And Suncoast is where I want to go. It's a good school, and it's close.

Okay, but make sure you're not just doing this for me, he said.

It's not a bad idea for me either, Dad.

I was thinking about all this the morning that I drove to Suncoast from the northern Florida suburb I had grown up in. The Land Rover I now drove was full. I stopped for gas and to stretch twice, and still got to Suncoast by noon. I knew that I was on the top floor of the all boy's dorm, but before even going to look at the room, I started unloading my stuff into the lobby. I was trying to push just one more thing into the old lobby elevator of Tangier Tower the day that I met Derek and Wyn. I am about six feet tall and fairly muscular, so I don't usually get a lot of people offering to help me do stuff, but as I know now, Derek and Wyn are pretty exceptional.

It goes better if three people push, I heard a voice behind me say.

I looked over my shoulder to see where the voice was coming from. Two guys in black shorts and jet blue tank tops stood behind me. I turned to face them. Although they were each considerably shorter than me with smaller builds, their bodies were muscular and tight. They looked like they could lift.

I wouldn't mind the help, I said. If you've got other stuff to do though, I totally understand.

We can't really get up the elevator until you get all that stuff off, so we wouldn't mind. Anyway, we're a little bored. Classes don't start again until Tuesday and you are the only other person we've seen on campus. This whole building seems empty. I think everyone else went home again for the weekend.

This voice was different than the one I had first heard.

I'm Derek Worthington, by the way, he said, extending a hand.

I grabbed his hand and shook it. His grip shifted somehow, and by the end of our shake, I think he had touched my entire hand. His shake was firm, but not pushy. It felt like he did the finger thing when he shook my hand, but I must have imagined it.

And I'm his brother Wyn, the other man said. This was the voice I had first heard behind me.

I moved my hand away from Derek's, and reached for Wyn's. His grasp was faster and he pumped my hand a few times with the shake.

We're twins, Wyn said.

I looked them over, and it only took me a second to realize that he was right.

So you must be the jam packed Land Rover pulled up out front, Derek said.

I continued looking at them and somehow realized then that I would never have any trouble telling them apart.

Yeah, that's mine, I said. It was my mom's.

Oh, she get sick of it? Wyn asked.

Um, no. I paused. She died.

Oh, shit. I mean, I'm sorry, Wyn said.

Derek looked at him, and then said, Sometimes, we don't think.

It's fine. People never know what to say. I never know what to say when people ask about her. It was only about a year ago, so I just keep busy and do what I need to. I've heard busy is the best, and eventually you wake up one day and realize you're more healed than you ever thought you would be.

Busy is good. We can do busy. We can do busy real well. Let's start by unloading your Land Rover, Derek said, putting his hand on my right shoulder and nudging me toward the lobby door.

I was getting the feeling that Derek was the more responsible twin, probably the one that remembered to buy their parents birthday cards and stuff like that. In just a second, Wyn had his hand on my other shoulder and we were out the door. It took us a few trips, so Derek and Wyn suggested we prop the old plastic cart I had found in the lobby between the elevator doors.

Are you sure we're the only ones in this whole six story building? I asked.

Yeah, the university suggests that older law students who are living in the dorms come in this weekend so we can settle in before the other students get here. They say that way we'll be ready for the law school orientation meeting on Monday, Derek said.

And they're kind of hiding us away on the sixth floor, which used to be an attic by the way. You are on the sixth floor and a law student who is at least twenty-five, I mean, that's why you're here this weekend, right? Wyn asked.

Yeah, I answered.

It's not as bad as it sounds, Derek said. It gives us a little privacy. The younger law students are on the second floor with the other grad students. That's supposed to be a quiet hall, but like all the floors around here, it gets pretty rowdy. The rest of the floors are undergrad.

So we get our own floor? I asked.

Not exactly, Wyn said. Let's go see for ourselves.

When we reached the top, they showed me around.

It's not exactly a full floor. It used to be the attic. We arrived last night and got the grand tour from an old custodian who knew the history, Derek informed me.

Our parents wanted to make sure we moved in the minute the doors opened, and that was five o'clock last night, Wyn said. We were here at three-thirty, sitting in the limo, waiting for the doors to open.

I smiled at them, unsure of what to say, and they continued to take me around the floor. Each room had a number painted on it in a red so bright no one could miss it. 601, 602, 603, and 604. Derek and Wyn had been assigned 601, the only double occupancy room. It lie at one end of the hallway. The room was slightly bigger than the others, but still not large by anyone's standards. I was in 602, also at that end of the hallway and right next door to them. At the other end of the hallway was the common room, and down near it were two other bedrooms.

Anyone in those? I asked the twins rather loudly as we went back and forth from the elevator to my room.

The door to room 603 opened and out came a tall guy with a beard. In a T-shirt and old shorts, he looked a little scruffy. There was something about him that told me he had been to more than his fair share of comic book conventions.

I'm Gentry, your R.A., the man said. To answer your questions, I'm in 603, and 604 is vacant. Let me know if you need anything.

With that, Gentry closed the door and retreated, just as quickly as he had appeared.

I can't believe we have a resident assistant in law school, Wyn said when we were back on the elevator. Do they think we're going to get into trouble?

Probably, Derek said. Mom and Dad had to pull a lot strings and make a lot of promises to get us in here.

We weren't exactly the best undergrad students, Wyn said.

We were kind of on the six year plan. Also, we're not always the best behaved sons, Derek added.

We had access to our first trust fund when we finished college, and we ran through it rather quickly, Wyn stated.

We had a hell of a time though. In one year, we blew it. We started our world tour in South Africa with some friends, Derek said.

And it all ended about a year later off the coast of Australia when our parents found us with some other friends that our parents referred to as... Wyn said, and then pointed to his brother.

"The entirely wrong sort," Derek said in a snooty imitation of his parents that made Wyn and I laugh.

By the time we got on our parents' jet, they had already contacted Suncoast and made arrangements for us to start law school, Wyn said. It didn't hurt that our family had donated lots of money to Suncoast for generations. As a matter of fact, the law school and I are named after the same ancestor. We're not sure if he was a screw-up like us whose parents had to buy his way in, or a devoted lawyer who liked to give to charitable causes like our folks. I think our parents were each born wanting to run an international law firm. It's probably what made them fall for each other.

And luckily they have that law firm, Derek said. The family name wasn't enough to get us in here. They also had to promise to hire ten lawyers from the school each year for the next five years.

We'll be working with people who we went to school with and know how goofy we are, Wyn said.

Or, Derek added. We could get our shit together, and impress them.

Which is kind of what we were thinking we should do, Wyn said.

So, are you a screw-up or a driven wannabe lawyer? Derek asked.

I think I'm more like your folks, I said. Sorry, this is what I've wanted to do for a long time. I'm kind of one of those bleeding heart lawyers though.

A man with a soul, Derek said.

Nice, Wyn added.

We had finished dropping my stuff in my room, and we were in the common room. It was really just a room with two old red leather couches, a giant wooden coffee table that resembled a ship's wheel, two cheap bookshelves, a lime green refrigerator that may have been older than the university, a stove, a dishwasher, and some very utilitarian cabinets that had probably at one time belonged in a shop room.

Maybe we could go for a drink and you could tell me your story, Derek said.

Yeah, we'd like that, Wyn said, looking at his brother in a way that I can best describe as competitive. We could all go. Unless of course, you need to finish unpacking, Derek.

No, I'm good, Derek said, giving his brother a nasty look.

The nasty looks puzzled me a little at the time, but I shrugged it off. Maybe they fought over friends. After all, they were twins. And then I said something, and maybe did a little something that maybe got this whole ball rolling.

I said, walking up, leaning over and putting an arm on each of their shoulders, You know, there's plenty of me to go around.

The tension between them seemed to fade, or at least it was only horribly obvious a few more times that night. I worked hard to diffuse it, walking between them as we strolled down the main drag near the school. When we walked into The Cove, the shift from the sunny Florida day to a dark tavern was so intense that none of us could see. I dropped my keys right after we entered and we all fumbled on the ground for a minute looking for them. All of our hands were tangled up in a mess moving over the dirty and sticky floor when a voice emanated from the darkness.

You boys want a seat? the voice asked.

Derek leaned over and placing my keys in my hand said, This isn't exactly the type of place I wanted to take you to.

Nor I, Wyn said from the other side.

Hey, it's probably cheap, and we're here. Let's give it a shot, I said.

Okay, we'll stay, Derek said to the waitress, but can you lead us to the bathroom. We're going to need to wash our hands before we touch anything.

The waitress began to walk away, turning to make a hand gesture that told us to follow. She stopped in front of a door that read, DUDES.

I'm Sheila. The restaurant's slow. I'll wait for y'all out here, the waitress said.

Our eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and we could actually see the waitress and the inside of the restaurant. The waitress was pretty, but the restaurant was as bad as I had imagined. Of course the bathroom was the one room that was well lit. There were two stalls and three urinals. I hated that awkward time with new guy friends. How are we going to do this? I made a decision and walked to the middle urinal. Then they could choose where they went. Derek walked up to the urinal on one side of me. Wyn used the other one. So we were already getting pretty comfortable.

As I mentioned, The Cove is not the swankiest place on the planet. This lack of swank was most evident in the lack of partitions between the urinals. There were brackets where partitions had once been, but the rust on the brackets clued me in to the fact that those partitions had been missing for quite some time. I tried to look ahead, but out of the corner of my eye I saw both of the twins take a glance at my package. I guess some guys would have been outraged. Some would have blown it off and not responded at all. I, of course, am not your average guy. I responded. Well, part of me did. I jumped. Well, Little Sam jumped. He grew and he twitched. Of course that made them look again. I couldn't believe he twitched. It seemed he liked the attention. You might even call him a show off. Either way, I was about to die of embarrassment. I broke off peeing midstream, pretending to be done, and zipped up. Little Sam was obviously not to be trusted. He had to be put away.

You all done? Derek asked, and then he did the strangest thing. He looked down at his cock. It seemed like an invitation, like I should look too. So, I did. I looked down and it was nice, if that's the sort of thing you like. So was his bush. It was hairy and full. I looked for a moment and then we were interrupted.

I'm done too, Wyn said.

Wyn had quit peeing, and walked to stand right in front of me. At the time, it seemed strange. I had been looking at Derek, and Wyn had walked over, his stuff hanging out, and stood in front of me. Once again, I looked. I guess I told myself that I had to, that he was standing in front of me and it couldn't be avoided, but it could have been. Doesn't matter. I looked. I guess I wanted to see if they were the same. Or maybe I just looked the way you do when anyone is naked in front of you. I don't know why I wasn't surprised, but although their hardware looked the same, it was their haircuts that made their private parts distinct. Where Derek's bush was full and thick, Wyn's was trimmed and neatly shaven, giving the viewer a better look at his equipment.

I guess the whole thing, these two men standing in front of me with their dicks out, was just too much for me. I suddenly felt blood rushing everywhere. Little Sam was twitching again, and this time he was fully grown and trying to burst through my jeans, but that's not the only place blood was rushing to. I reached my hand up to touch my cheeks, but I didn't need to. I knew they were bright red even before I felt their warmth. Then I realized I should cover Little Sam, who was pushing up against my jeans wanting to be acknowledged. I moved my hands in front of my crotch.

We should go, I mumbled.

If you're sure, Derek said.

No rush, Wyn said.

I...I'm really thirsty, I stammered.

Well, let's take care of that, Derek said, zipping up.

Wyn followed his lead and we all walked out of the bathroom.

And people say women take forever, Sheila said. Follow me.

That was the night we found our booth. Shelia led us straight to a back corner booth that we later came to request. I'm not sure when exactly it happened, or what they said, but I know by the end of the second round of drinks, I had forgotten all about the little bathroom awkwardness and was feeling quite at home with Derek and Wyn. Each of them had a hand on one of my shoulders, and I was telling them everything about my life. I even talked about my mother's sudden death. It was the first time I had really opened up to anyone about it.

When we stumbled home that night, they walked me to my room. Inside, they were more than a little solicitous.

I could help you make the bed, Derek said.

Or we can all do it, Wyn suggested.

A few minutes later, the bed was made.

Thanks for a fun night, guys, I said. This was really great.

I was a little drunk, and feeling that super happy feeling you get when you're drunk and you've had an amazing time. It had been a long time since I had had a social life, and I was enjoying the feeling. After a few years of isolation, I felt like I was finally back in civilization. I felt like I was human again. Talking about my mother's death with someone who I wasn't trying to help deal with it, like my dad or my brother, had given me the freedom to process my own feelings. All night, it felt like their attention had been on me. I wanted to thank them, but I didn't want to sound stupid. I settled on reaching out and fist bumping them one at a time.

Could I get a hug? Derek asked.

Sure, I answered, leaning a little toward him.

I wasn't sure how to do this. I usually only hugged my family, but Derek knew exactly what he was doing. He reached over and embraced me. His arms wrapped around me and he put his face in my neck and just held me for a minute. His cologne caught my nose and I breathed it in. He moved his waist closer so that we were pressed together. His arms pulled me in even more, and he moved his head up a little to my ear.

I really like you, he said.

And so do I, Wyn said, pulling on us both. My turn for a hug, bro.

Derek released me and turned to Wyn.

No time for all that, Wyn. Our new buddy is a little drunk and needs his rest, Derek said, reaching around and grabbing his brother's arm to lead him to the door.

You're right, Wyn said, and pushed his brother toward the door as well.

The action seemed to make Derek release his hold on his brother's arm, and they moved to the door together. Just as they reached the door, Wyn turned around and grabbed me.

So let me just make time for this, he said, and then pulled me close and putting a hand on each of my cheeks, planted a kiss on my mouth.

The kiss was intense as he pulled my face close to his and covered my mouth with his own. I felt a tongue start to move over my lips when suddenly Wyn was gone. I must have closed my eyes because I remember opening them to see Derek pulling Wyn back to the door.

He's drunk, Derek said. Does this shit all the time when he's drunk.

Yeah, just a joke, man, Wyn said.

I laughed. It was a little fake, and a little full of relief. I didn't know what to say. The whole night had had some rather bizarre moments, but I was smiling.

If you need anything, I'm just down the hall, Derek said.

And so am I, Wyn added.

I think I'll be okay, I said. But thanks for a great night.

My pleasure, Derek said, starting to pull the door shut.

And mine, Wyn said, pulling the door the rest of the way.

When the door closed, I couldn't stop smiling. I hadn't enjoyed myself that much in a long time. Even the silly stuff, the bathroom, the kiss, it was funny, just guys joking around. I fell asleep easily that night.

And somewhere in that long peaceful night, I dreamt of lying on the beach, completely alone. In my dream, I got up and splashed in the water for a moment, and then I saw something swimming toward me. It moved closer and closer to me, but I just couldn't make it out. I played in the water for a moment, and then, I think Derek and Wyn showed up. But that dream was months ago, when I first met them.

* * * *

Chapter 3

I'm not sure exactly when we left The Cove the night of our last final exam, the night that it all went down, but last call was at one in the morning, and I know we each ordered another big beer then.

I happened to pick up a twelve pack for us earlier. In case we were still thirsty after we left here tonight, Wyn said, as we chugged our last beers and headed for the door. It's back in the dorm waiting for us.

He reached down and picked up the big pile of cash we had put on the table. It was always his ritual to find Sheila and hand her the money directly on the way out if she didn't come by when we were ready to leave. He was sure that someone with too many drinks in them would snatch the money off the table if we left it.

Do you really think we need to drink anymore? I asked, proud of myself that I was able to get the words out. My head was spinning, and I was more than a little drunk.

"There's a difference between need and want," Wyn said.

Sometimes, Derek said. Sometimes, they're closer than we realize, but we can discuss that over drinks back in the dorm.

"Okay, I guess I want to," I said, laughing.

"Maybe you need to," Derek said as we approached the door, chuckling a little to himself.

I'm going to go find Sheila, Wyn said.

We'll wait for you out here, Derek told him, wrapping an arm around me as we walked out into the steamy Florida night.

Do you know what I need? Derek asked.

We were on the sidewalk outside of the bar, and he leaned close to me again. I was beyond buzzed, and I knew what I wanted, but this was a friend, a friend whose mind was probably not quite as dirty as mine.

Hmmm? I asked, barely able to get the sound out.

I'll show you, he said.

He turned me toward him and then lifted both of his hands, putting one on each of my cheeks. He then leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. I was caught by surprise. I felt my lips open as he moved his tongue around them, first pushing on the top one, and then the bottom one lightly, until they were apart. Next, he rather forcefully pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth. My own tongue wrestled his. I tasted the mouthwash and beer that I had smelled earlier. His mouth was hot, and the warmth made my cock hard again.

That's what I need, he said, pulling away from me.

He must have been a whole lot more sober than I was, after all, I am a lightweight, because while he was pulling away, I stumbled for a second. Inside, I felt like I was being pulled out of a trance. I noticed the people around us, who had also just left the bar, looking our way. I was pleased to see that most of them were smiling. A few were drunk like me, and were still processing what they had just seen. Except for that joke kiss with Wyn, I had never kissed a guy before, and from the composed look on Derek's face, and the drunken swimming feeling in my head, I wasn't entirely sure it had really happened.

That Sheila's hot, Wyn said loudly, approaching us from behind. You guys ever check her out?

I turned around to look at Wyn. Had he seen what just happened? Then I turned back to Derek. He still looked composed. Was I drunk and imagining things? I looked back at Wyn. He had just asked us a question, and he was looking at us for an answer.

I...I guess I... I stammered.

She's great, Derek said. If that's what you like. I personally, have other interests.

With that last part, Derek looked right at me. I hadn't imagined the kiss. I hadn't imagined any of it.

I know what you mean, Wyn said.

I felt like Wyn's eyes were on me also. What was going on tonight?

Wyn moved closer to me now, and just like in the booth, each one of them put an arm around me as we walked back to the dorms. Wyn's arm was up over my shoulders, but Derek's was rather possessively around my waist. I had an arm around each of them, and we walked this way all the way back to Tangier Tower. I remember looking up at the sky and feeling really happy. The feel of them in my arms, and the smell of their two different colognes was euphoric. The mile walk seemed way too short; I wanted it to last forever.

We walked into the lobby and over to Old Faithful; that's the name that seems to have stuck with the ancient elevator that literally took almost four minutes to get to our floor.

Our arms were still around each other as we entered the elevator, but once the elevator doors closed, Wyn used his free hand to grab my right arm and slowly move it down his back. He opened my fingers and then pulled my hand back so that it was like I was slapping his ass. Then he reached around and held my hand on his butt cheek. He pushed my fingers and said, Squeeze, there's more than a handful there.

We had never done anything this gay before, but I did squeeze, and his tight little ass felt just as good as I thought it would.

Maybe you should see if every part of us is identical, Derek said, pulling my other hand down to his butt and placing it on the cheek closest to me.

I didn't have to be made to do anything this time; I just squeezed. If I had been a little more sober then, I probably would have busted a load right in my pants because both of their asses felt incredible.

This is probably some gay man's fantasy, I said. Having two hot twins in your hands.

I laughed, but they just smiled.

We'd like it to be yours, Wyn said, turning toward me.

Derek leaned over and lightly bit my ear.

Ugh, I moaned, wondering how not to come in front of my friends. Derek pulled back and I regained what little composure I had left.

Careful with your teeth, brother, Wyn said laughing.

The elevator door opened. I turned to look at Wyn, and then at Derek.

I don't know when you guys are joking, and when you all are serious, I said.

We can talk about it in the room over drinks, Derek said.

Most definitely, Wyn agreed.

Things seemed to calm down quickly. They both moved away as we got off the elevator, and my hands, which had once held really squeezable ass cheeks, were now empty. Man, had I misread some signals. To think, I was just about to go gay with these guys. We walked in silence. I was so embarrassed.

As we walked down the hall to our rooms, Gentry stuck his head out. He nodded at us, and we each returned the nod as we passed. We all seemed a bit solemn.

Derek fumbled for his keys when we got to the door. I think we should talk about what happened tonight, he said.

Yeah, I said, embarrassed, and suddenly feeling really sober.

It's definitely something we need to discuss, Wyn said.

I nodded. I couldn't recall ever hearing either of them sound this serious. I had taken a joke way too far. I should have known they were playing around. Now they were going to think I was a big mo, and probably want me to move off this floor. I could get expelled for sexual harassment. Fuck. At least I was drunk for this.

It seemed to take forever for Derek to open the door. He turned the handle and looked at me with a serious look that I knew he would use in a courtroom someday. You said you don't know when we're serious and when we're joking.

That could create a problem, Wyn said.

And I think it has tonight, Derek added.

I know, I know, I said guiltily.

Derek opened the door, and I could feel my shoulders slump and my head go down as I followed him into the room. Wyn walked behind me and closed the door.

The second the door was shut, Derek turned on me. He grabbed my face in his hands again and pushed me up against the wall. I could feel Wyn move around to my side.

I'm serious, Derek said, moving in and kissing me hard this time.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, and I could feel Wyn move me slowly away from the wall and begin massaging my shoulders from behind. I felt myself move into the kiss with abandon. Derek's mouth felt hotter than before and as his tongue danced around my mouth, I thought about how I wanted to feel it in other places on my body. Derek kept turning my face and kissing me harder and harder.

While Derek and I made out, Wyn reached around and moved his hands under my T-shirt. He found my nipples in about a second and lightly brushed his hands around the area near them. His hands cupped my pecs and squeezed. He moved his fingers around my nipples and tweaked one, and then the other, and then both at the same time. I groaned.

Derek quit kissing me and then pulled away for a second, reaching for the bottom of my shirt. Somehow or another between the three of us we got my T-shirt off. I was really drunk, and really happy, but I was confused as hell.

I don't understand what's going on, I said, looking Derek as directly in the eye as I could this drunk.

There's not a whole lot to understand, he said. We're in love in with you.

What? I asked. How much had I had to drink?

Wyn had his hands on my shoulders now and he turned me around.

We have been since just about the first minute we saw you trying to shove a car load of stuff into Old Faithful, he said.

So you're gay?

Not always, Derek answered.

But most of the time, Wyn admitted. We usually prefer guys.

But I didn't know...

That we're gay? Derek asked.

That, and that...

And that we're in love with you? Wyn asked.

Both of you are in love with me? I asked.

Yeah, it seemed kind of strange to us also, Derek said. So we talked about it.

And we realized that we had shared a lot of things growing up, Wyn said. We shared friends, a house, parents, and pets. You name it, we shared it.

Why didn't you talk to me about any of this? I asked.

"We didn't know how you'd feel about it, and we didn't want to stress you out during your first year