Toren and Aalvo

Deliciously wicked brothers.

“The boys have taken positions at the far end of the bar. It’s all by agreement, there’s no offence given or taken. I add them to my tab, and in unison they smile and raise glasses. If you asked me to pick one, right now, I couldn’t. Milo and Oscar, with their new and exquisite attributes? I could hardly pick them ahead of my own boys. They are all my own boys. I mean, could I pick Milo or Oscar tonight ahead of my own Reals, my true sons Toren and Aalvo, dark tonight in outfits I’ll admit are perfect for the night’s game?

“Aalvo catches my eye, smiles, and winks. Tonight I’d choose Aalvo. His hair is sharp, brushed beautifully to the left, his gaze dark and penetrating, and like his brother his pecs are hanging crags above the concave muscle plane of his abdomen. They are both so beautiful. I love them very much.

“But in the minute that follows that wink I understand some of the sly and teasing meaning behind it.

“They too have spotted Ximeno. Toren’s eye follows the boy to my table. Milo, Oscar and Aalvo lean in close, evidently discussing him. These boys have youth and beauty on their side. If they are playing a game intended to deprive their dear papa of his fuck, how could they lose?