Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 07:20:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: llewellyn92@another.com
Subject: Airport Encounter (Meeting the Brewsters) (m/b,m/t,t/b,t/t,mast,oral,anal)

Caution: This story contains graphic sex between a man and minor boys. If
this offends you or you are under age Don't read it.

Many, many thanks to J.O.Dickingson <authorsix@hotmail.com>. His creation
of the Brewster Brothers is one of the hottest contributions to gay
adult/youth; young friends; incest; etc. literature on the web. My request
to do a story about his boys was met with some concern by Jay. THEY ARE
AFTER ALL HIS BOYS. I was honored that he was happy with my humble
effort. They are such desirable boys, I just had to be visited by them. I
post this with utmost respect for Jay and his boys and ONLY with his FULL
SUPPORT AND PERMISSION.

The story takes place at the end of August 2001. If you are keeping track
of the Brewster adventures, it takes place between the Peach Festival and
Yom Kippur. You could call it number 27a.

Airport Encounter

Chapter 1
Meeting Bobby


Damn, damn, damn. I hate flying. Well I really don't hate flying, if it's
for pleasure it's great fun. Business flying, pfhhhhhttttt. It's the pits.

A little about me, My name is Llewellyn. Llew for short. I'm 51, single, "a
confirmed old bachelor, and likely to remain so." as Professor Higgins so
eloquently said it in 'My Fair Lady'. I'm not as fit as I would like, (too
much junk food). Most people tell me I don't look too bad. I have mutton
chop sideburns, greying slightly. Slightly balding (OK, OK more than
slightly.) I love children (as long as they're someone else's) and I
especially like boys.

What can compare with the natural eroticism of a well proportioned
adolescent boy. A boy is maybe the most wonderful thing in the world to
look at, even better to cuddle, and perhaps fondle under the correct
circumstances.

Anyway, there I was stuck waiting for my contact to pick me up at the
airport. I'm a buyer for a large pet store chain in the South East. I was
headed for a convention. I was supposed to meet the vice president of one
of my suppliers. It had been forty minutes and I was getting antsy.
Suddenly my attention was drawn toward a group of boys having a discussion
in the next row of seats in front of me. There were three of them. One, the
oldest had long blond hair. He appeared to be about 13 to 14, maybe
15. Exquisite, delicate features adorned his face. He wore a ring in his
left earlobe, highlighting his features. Was he advertising or just
following the trend, unaware of the significance of the left ear. If it
weren't for the way he was dressed he would pass for a beautiful girl. A
loose fitting tank top showed enough to prove that was not the case. A well
muscled pec showed in the sleeve opening leaving no doubt as to his
gender. The second was dark haired. Blond highlighted his dark locks giving
him a wonderful appearance. He was maybe 12 or 13, younger than the blond
but definitely older than the third boy. The youngest was obviously the
middle one's brother. Their features make them look almost like twins, but
their size would suggest that there were 2 or 3 years difference.

I watched them for a while. I seemed drawn to them. They seemed to have a
joy about them, so young and full of life. I noticed that the youngest was
looking at me. I turned away, not wanting to be obvious, but not wanting to
miss any vision of the sweet eye candy in front of me. We looked and looked
away several times, me with a poker face, he slowly starting to smile. His
smile was infectious. I didn't want to acknowledge him, but couldn't help
the upturning of my mouth each time he looked at this self-conscious old
man.

He whispered to the other two, and nodded toward me. I squirmed a little.
The oldest rose and stretched. (sigh)

He said to the others, "Wanna get something to eat?"

The middle one said "Yeah, sounds good."

The little one said, "I think I'll stay and watch TV and see what happens."
There was a little smirk on his face. Did I detect a slight glance and nod
in my direction?

I was glad he wasn't leaving. He'd give me something to watch while I
waited. He was beautiful. That adjective is not enough to describe him, but
it will do. He was wearing a loose tank top, and baggy shorts. His outfit
was much like that worn by the illustrious John of Nathan Andrew fame. He
and his buddies Carlos, Jimmy, Raf and the others are among the sexiest
boys on the net.

Without warning my eye candy pulled his arms into the sleeve openings of
his shirt. The a/c. in the terminal was a bit much for such a skimpy
outfit. The trouble with that was I couldn't see his slim chest any more.
He then lifted his leg closest to me onto his chair. This opened his leg
hole for my viewing pleasure. I was sure he didn't plan it. He was probably
getting wrapped up in the cartoon he was watching on the monitor over head.
As he shifted around I realized that I can see directly into his crotch. I
could see his hairless pubis and some of his scrotum. He was not wearing
underwear. He shifted a little more. His penis came into view. It was
standing at about half mast. Was he as turned on as I was? Suddenly his
hand appeared from the waist band of his shorts. It reached down and
caressed his little balls. The other one appeared and began to stroke his
developing erection. His stroking was not a random caress, it was a
deliberate stroke. He was masturbating. He was masturbating in a
semi-crowded air terminal, and from my angle in plain sight.

I stared transfixed. What is more beautiful and natural than a boy
masturbating, yet what location is more unnatural than an air terminal.

He was really getting into it, but his motions were so slight that they
would go unnoticed by the casual observer. I was noticing. He hunched
slightly, a muted gasp escaped his lips, he shivered several times then
slumped a little more. I could see his penis throb slightly, his balls had
all but disappeared in his scrotum. I looked at his face. His eyes were
closed, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. The smile increased, his
eyes open slowly, focusing, focusing directly on me! His smile broadened to
a grin, almost evil, but that's not possible on such a beautiful face. He
licked his lips sensuously, and winked. I looked away, flustered. He put on
that show just for me. There's no doubt about it.

Slowly he got up and walked away. I dared not follow him with my eyes. God
I wanted to, but I dared not. I hadn't noticed, but my own erection was now
painful in my pants. I was about to adjust it when two hands appeared from
behind me and covered my eyes. A soprano voice by my left ear said "Guess
who?"

After removing my fingers and toes from the ceiling tiles, and regaining
some composure I replied, "Wh-who?"

"You don't know your own nephew, Bobby?"

"Oh-oh, yeah, B-Bobby, of course. You startled me, that's all."

"You know I can't go to the rest rooms alone, would you take me?"

"Unh, well unh, sure."

I got up and he took my hand, leading me all the way to the rest room. It
was one that wasn't too near anything. He led the way inside, went back and
locked the door.

"What was that for, why did you lock the door?"

"So we won't be disturbed."

"What if someone tries to get in?"

"They'll think it's getting cleaned."

"What if it's a custodian?"

"They work at night."

"I guess you've got it all figured out."

"Pretty much. Did you like what you saw?"

"Hunh?"

"Me jerking off."

"Oh, yeah."

"Wanna do it with me?"

"What!?"

"Fool around of course, why the fuck do you think I brought you here?"

"How old are you?"

"Eleven, what the fuck difference does that make?"

"Aren't you a little young to be doing this?"

"I been doing this since I was a little kid. Do you wanna fuck around or
not?"

"Well, I...."

"Look mister, I know you liked looking at me and my brothers. I saw the
boner in your pants after you watched me jack off, and I know you watched
me, because I was watching you. If you don't wanna fuck, tell me and we
won't waste each other's time."

"What about your brothers?"

"If you wanna fuck with them, they won't mind, but I got you first."

"Won't they wonder where you are?"

"Hell no. They know exactly what I'm doing, and who with. If they need me,
they know where to find me."

"I guess you have all the bases covered. Why me?"

I like you, and I know you like boys."

"What makes you say that?"

"I can just tell I don't know how, but I know these things........ We gonna
keep talking or are we gonna do something?"

"Well, OK."

I removed my jacket and started to undo my tie. By the time I got to the
second button of my shirt, Bobby was naked as the day he was born, his
pricklet bobbing before him hard as a rock. Of course he only had four
pieces of clothing; shirt, shorts and flip-flops. As I continued
unbuttoning my shirt, he started on my belt. He had the zipper down and my
pants and underwear to my knees before I got to the last button.

"You're in a hurry."

"We're supposed to meet someone for my dad."

"What do you want to do?"

"Lie down on the floor!"

"Yes sir!"

I got down, with some difficulty. My joints aren't what they used to be. He
lay down on top of me, his erection poking my belly. He grabbed my head
with both hands and planted a sensual lingering kiss on my lips. I was a
bit surprised, but took it in. Most kids aren't into foreplay.

He sat up again, reaching back and grasping my erection. He then raised his
but into the air, above my aching organ.

"Is he going to do what I think he is?" I thought to my self.

He positioned himself above my throbbing member and slowly lowered his anus
onto my shaft. Gosh he was tight. I'm not that big, 6 inches. He took me
with little trouble and showed no signs of distress, so he must have done
this before. In fact his passage seemed to be lubricated. He must have
anticipated my reaction.

"Yeah, I got KY in my ass. I like to be prepared. After all, I AM a boy
scout."

Bobby started moving his talented love tunnel up and down on my turgid
erection. The pressure was almost painful, but his undeniable experience
made it exquisite pain. I began to thrust with his pumping action. I could
stay within this gorgeous child forever. How could I be so lucky? This boy
was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. Just looking at
him was a pleasure. Now he was humping me, bringing me closer and closer to
an orgasm that I knew would be unbelievable.

Bobby increased his tempo. He also started contracting his anal passage,
bringing me even closer to the edge. I reached for his throbbing pricklet,
but he brushed my hand away.

"I want you to suck me off." he grunted, his voice husky with lust.

Who was I to deny his request. After all, he was the one raping me, a
willing victim.

I could feel my balls tightening, the warmth of my oncoming orgasm
spreading through my loins into the rest of my body. God, this is going to
be some explosion. My body went rigid. Bobby clamped his sphincter on my
spasming cock. I drove home as deeply as my organ could reach and spewed
forth one of the most potent ejaculations I have ever produced. Words fail
me as to the intensity of my orgasm. Bobby was the youngest anal partner I
had ever entered. The few I had played with in the past were in their late
teens or twenties.

The next two or three minutes seemed like several hours as time
stopped. gradually my spasms lessened. Reluctantly I came down from my
orgasmic high and started to breathe again.

"Boy, You fucking blew a load, I don't think I've never had anyone cum that
hard in me."

"You've got a talented little keyster my friend!!"

Bobby pulled off of my shrinking poker. He slid up my chest, leaving a
slimy trial in my stomach.

"My turn."

"First let me clean your little love hole."

He scooted eagerly onto my face letting my jism drip into my mouth. I
tongued his opening cleaning what I could from the orifice so recently
occupied by my now flaccid cock. I grasped his waist with both hands and
slowly moved him back toward my chest, tickling his genital scar with
tongue and beard as I did. He trembled. I tickled his scrotum with my hairy
cheek. He convulsed. I licked his little balls, almost hidden in their
state of excitement. I circled his pricklet with my tongue, laving the skin
surrounding it. My beard stimulating the shaft of his 3 plus inches.

The sensation of my beard on his turgid little pricklet must have been
awesome as he seemed to be having an orgasm each time I touched it. Each
brush brought quivering of monumental proportions. Each time I pulled away
thinking he was done, he'd pull my face back

"You're gonna make me fucking cum just with your beard." he said, a shiver
coursing through him. "Suck me! PLEASE!!!!!!!!"

I tickled his piss slit with my tongue. Slowly I circled his glans. He was
vibrating. I kissed him on his acorn sized head. He bucked his hips forward
attempting to penetrate my mouth. I dodged. He missed. I could feel his
frustration building to a fever pitch. I tickled his glans again with my
cheek. He whimpered.

"Oh, god, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE SUCK ME!!!!!!!"

He was desperate. I engulfed his little spike. Sucked as hard as I could.
Two, three four sucks..... He exploded. If he could have I think he would
have screamed, but there was no air in his lungs from the anticipation I
had built him up to. He was not yet able to ejaculate, but the pulsing of
his pricklet in my mouth was evidence of his orgasm. His head was thrown
back. I couldn't see his face, but I think his mouth was agape. His body
was just trembling, his hips vibrating unable to thrust, but unable to stay
still as his penis pulsed in its attempt to expel nonexistent sperm. His
body remained rigid yet trembling, almost as if he were receiving an
electrical shock, for two maybe three minutes. Then he collapsed backward.
Had I not had hold of his waist, I would probably have been in extreme pain
when his head hit my groin. He lay there for several minutes. He was still
trembling from his orgasm, his organ still fully erect and pulsating.
Slowly he and it began to come down from that high that becomes the
addiction of all males once they have experienced it.

I grabbed his hands and sat him up again. He was panting. I slid him down
my body and pulled him to my face. I smothered his with kisses, and he
reciprocated. This beautiful child was not only an accomplished fuck, but
very good at kissing. He lifted up and smiled at me.

"Fucking awesome man, that beard was something. I've never fucked anyone
with a beard before, except maybe....... uh never mind."

I didn't pursue that thought. I really didn't want or need to know who else
he had screwed around with.

"Shit, what time is it?"

"2:34."

"Fuck, my brothers and me were supposed to meet Mr. Tailor five minutes
ago. We're supposed to bring him to see our dad at the hotel."

"Mr. Tailor?"

"Yeah, they're gonna have my ass."

"That's bad?"

"You know what I mean."

"Do you know what Mr. Tailor's first name is?"

"Yeah, I think, It's kind of weird Lew lyn.....There's an author on the net
with the same name. I know it has a lot of "l's" in it. Since you like
boys, have you ever been to "Nifty.org"?

"Yeah." I knew where this was leading, but I played along.

"He wrote a story about some cousins I think it was Jase and Nathaniel."

"Josh and Nathaniel?"

"Yeah, You read 'em?"

"I wrote them."

"No shit!"

"Yes shit!"

"The name is Llewellyn."

"Yeah, that's it."

"I'm also Mr. Tailor.

"No shit!!! You mean I just fucked the guy we're supposed to meet?"

Is your dad's name Barry?"

"Yeah."

"Then you just did."

"Awesome, fucking awesome."

"You sure use the 'f' word a lot."

"Sorry, you're not going to tell my dad are you?"

"If I did, you could tell him I raped you. Do you think I'd do that?"

"I guess not. Fuck, we better get dressed. They'll wonder where we are."

We dressed quickly and I told Bobby that I would leave first. He would
follow a short time after. I walked back to the waiting lounge. I spotted
his brothers and sat near them. They were searching in all directions with
a worried look on their faces. Bobby sauntered into the lounge a minute or
so later. The blond spotted him first. You could see his face flush with
anger and relief as his brother approached.

"Where the hell have you been?" demanded the blond.

"Yeah you little shit, we were supposed to meet Mr. Tailor ten minutes
ago." said his other brother.

It looked as if they were going to kill him. I rose and moved behind the
two older boys. I shushed Bobby, and moved behind them.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

They whirled around, surprised that a stranger was addressing them.

"We were supposed to meet someone ten minutes ago, but our twirp brother
disappeared and we had to find him first. Mr. Tailor must be madder than
hell." replied the blond.

"Dad's gonna kill us if his client is mad." said the other.

"Well, Bobby found him. And he kept him entertained until you two arrived."

"How do you know?" said the blond studying me.

"I am Mr. Tailor."

"Aren't you the dude that was checking us out before we went to lunch?"

"Guilty."

"Bobby kept you entertained?"

"Unh!......" I stammered.

"Knowing Bobby, I'm sure he did." said the middle boy.

"Well, I'm Brent." Said the blond.

"I'm Benny." said the other.

"Hmmm." I said. To myself I said, 'Barry, Bobby, Benny and Brent. Sounds
familiar. Naahh.' To them I said "So, how do we get to the hotel?"

There was a twitter among the boys, and a knowing smirk. I chose to ignore
it.

"We get to use the monorail." said Bobby, "It's really neat."

The four of us gathered my bags and headed for the monorail stop. We
chatted on the trip to the hotel, and I found that the boys were staying in
a room of their own. Barry's company was paying for everything. Since he
was working, he agreed that the boys should have their own room so that he
would not disturb them if he had to work late with paper work or customers.

We arrived at the hotel and the boys guided me through registration and got
me installed in my room. They then brought me to meet their father. Barry
was nine years my junior. A well built man, full of life and vigor. He
would have to be with the live wires he had for children.

"You have some wonderful boys, Barry. I would be proud to have them as
sons. They must keep you busy. Three kids must be a real handful."

"Seven." said Barry.

"What?" I asked, not really hearing what he said.

"I have seven kids."

"He, he. You've been busy."

"Me! My wife did all the work, I was just having fun and she took me
seriously. Actually we had a set of twins and a set of triplets."

"I don't think I could handle more than one, if that. That's probably why
I'm still a bachelor."

"Well you seem to have hit it off well with my kids. Guys, would you mind
showing Mr. Tailor where the dining room is. It's getting close to supper
time and your mom would kill me if you didn't get fed on time. Do you mind
eating with them Mr. Tailor?"

"Llewellyn. Please Barry, I'd like it if you and the boys would call me
Llew. And... in answer to your question, I would be delighted to dine with
these fine gentlemen."

Benny had just taken a swig of Coke when I said that and he snorted it
through his nose, laughing at the thought of being called a gentleman. The
other two burst into gales of laughter seeing the bubbles coming out of his
nose. Barry and I couldn't resist a smile, but tried to keep it as subdued
as possible so as to not embarrass Benny. Too late. He was turning five
shades of crimson.

"Here." I said, and handed him a handkerchief.

He cleaned his face and said, "Thanks. You must not know us very well if
you think we're gentlemen."

"I think I know you pretty well. If you are anything like Bobby, I think
you are very honest and caring young men. In my book that makes you
gentlemen."

"Thank you." said Barry, "I've tried to be a good example for my guys and
to have you say that makes me proud."

"Come on guys, let's get dinner."

We left Barry's room and found the dining room. Dinner was uneventful, but
as the desert was being served Bobby suddenly perked up and said,

"Llew's beard is awesome."

"Yea, it is kind of neat." said Benny, "I wish I could grow one."

"It has more uses than looks." replied Bobby, a lusty gleam in his eye.

Both brothers looked at Bobby as if to say, "What have you been smoking?"

Bobby looked into his lap and licked his lips sensually. Benny and Brent
looked at Bobby then at each other then back at Bobby. Slowly Benny's lip
began to curl at one end. Bobby winked at him. Then Brent realized what
Bobby was talking about and his smile was wicked.

"Did you......?" asked Brent.

"Unh hunh!" replied Bobby.

"He used his beard?" asked Benny.

"Yeah." sighed Bobby fondly, "It was wicked." He leaned in closer to his
brothers and whispered, "I almost came without him touching me, except with
his beard."

I at this point was trying to become invisible. The two of them looked at
me. Their expressions were a combination of innocent excitement typical of
boys, and utter lust as you would find on an total pervert (who am I to
talk of perverts).

"Could you do us?" asked Benny, his brother eagerly nodding beside him.

"We share everything." said Brent hopefully.

"Unh well unh I guess...." I stammered.

"I got first dibs." enthused Bobby.

"You already had him! Give us a chance!" complained Benny.

"Let's leave it up to Llew." said Brent.

Here I have three incredibly cute boys fighting over me. Me a balding out
of shape middle-aged man, totally average.

"Guys, guys! OK, OK, that's enough. We have three nights including tonight.
I do want to be with you again, Bobby, but Benny is right you did have your
turn. Tonight will be Benny's turn, tomorrow Brent and the next Bobby
again."

"My door will be open, come when you're ready."

"Oh, I will." chuckled Benny at my unintentional pun with a lewd smirk and
a wink.



Chapter 2 Benny

We parted ways, and I went to my room. I could hardly think. I'd had torrid
sex with an eleven year old in an airport rest room. I was about to be
visited by a beautiful 13 year old in my hotel room. How could I be
prepared.

Almost before I knew it there was a gentle rap on my door.

"Come in," I croaked, "it's open."

The door opened and in came Benny. He was a carbon copy of Bobby, just a
little taller and slightly more mature looking. There was no doubt that
they were Barry's sons. He must have looked like that at that age.

Benny smiled demurely and walked into my room. As he approached his smile
took on an erotic twist. He walked slowly up to me and sensuously placed
his arms around my neck. He starred deeply into my eyes with a lascivious
twinkle in his own. He was hot, in more ways than one. He was hot looking
and he oozed hot passion. Like his brother this was a boy who knew what he
wanted and how to get it. Why he and his brothers were interested in an old
man like me I would never know, but I liked it, boy did I like it.

"Hi." said Benny, his alto voice cracking with puberty.

"Hi." I croaked.

Benny pulled my head down and touched his lips to mine. He kissed me gently
three or four times. I pulled him into a passionate embrace. He pressed his
lips tighter and I felt his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and
he slipped his tongue in ready to duel with mine. We kissed for a few
minutes, then he pulled away.

He withdrew his hands from my neck and brought them to my chest. He started
to unbutton my shirt. I reciprocated. As soon as he finished the last
button, he slid his hands sensuously up my stomach to my hairy chest under
the opening of my shirt. I did the same. He pushed the shirt off of my
shoulders as I pushed his off. As we moved closer pushing the shirts off of
each other, he kissed my chest. Then he ran his tongue up to my neck and as
I bent down he traced his tongue up to my lips and we Frenched again.

As I caressed his back, he began to fumble with my belt buckle. He was
wearing shorts like Bobby's so I slipped my hands under the elastic waist
band of his shorts and cupped his smooth buns, fondling them while he
unsnapped my pants. He drew the zipper down and let my pants fall to the
floor. I hooked my fingers over the elastic waist of his shorts and as he
drew my tighty whities down I slowly removed his shorts and undies.

As my 6 inches sprang free of the confines of my undies, his four plus
inches came into view. There were a few dark hairs surrounding the base of
his pricklet. The only enhanced his beauty. He was now wearing only a
copper tube necklace and copper chain bracelets. These added a bit of
interest to his nicely tanned body. There was only a hint of a bathing suit
line suggesting that he'd spent time in the sun in the all together. I
hadn't noticed it in the rest room, but Bobby had almost no tan lines
either, now that I thought of it.

Benny broke our kiss again and giggled.

"What?" I asked.

"Your beard tickles."

"Sorry."

"No, I like it. I never kissed anybody with a beard before."

He took my hand and led me to the bed.

"Lay down in the middle of the bed." he instructed.

I did as I was told, how could I not. He was calling the shots. He checked
the night stand by the bed, and found what he was looking for.

"Good, you're prepared." He pulled the tube of KY out of the drawer.

"Lift your legs up."

I looked at him questioningly.

"Bobby likes to receive, I like to give"

I rolled up into position, my 'man pussy' exposed. Benny laid the tube of
Ky on the bed and got between my legs. He lay down on his stomach and
brought his sweet face to my butt. He spread my cheeks and kissed my
pucker. He then started to give me the best rimming I have ever had. If I
hadn't already been hard, I surely would have been by the time he finished
tonguing me.

Benny got to his knees and reached for the tube of Ky. He squeezed some on
his finger and rubbed it all over his spike. He then took the tube and
squeezed a portion directly into my anus. He then positioned himself for
entry.

I haven't had a lot of anal experience, but his tool was small enough that
he could enter with no problem. He slid into my sphincter slowly and
sensuously.

"You're tight!" he said, somewhat surprised.

"I haven't done this much." I replied.

"Feels good!" he sighed.

"Yeah." I agreed.

Between his rimming and now his slow deliberate fucking, Benny had me
turned on to a fever pitch. His turgid spike was just long enough to
massage my prostate. I think he knew that because he was taking great care
to move in just the right way to bring maximum pleasure to both of us.

"You sure know what you're doing." I murmured.

"Practice." grunted Benny.

His breathing was becoming laboured. Mine was too. The stimulation of my
prostate was bringing me closer and closer to bliss. He increased the speed
of his pumping. His face was a study of total rapture. His mouth hung open,
a string of saliva coming from one corner. His eyes were closed. His hands
were grasping my legs just above the knee joint. His delicately defined
muscles were tensed under his fine soft skin. I cupped his pectorals in my
hands and tweaked his nipples. He shuddered and increased his pumping. I
could tell that neither of us could take much more.

I felt my balls scrunch and my prick throb. I involuntarily clenched my
sphincter. Benny threw his head back and gave a low moaning gasp. He
stiffened. I could feel his penis throb in my rectum. Jets of cum filled my
love tunnel as I exploded. My first shot hit the headboard. The second got
me in the eye. My prick was jerking wildly. The third hit Benny in the
chin. The rest, 7 or 8, squirted all over my chest and stomach.

Benny collapsed on top of me, squishing my cum between us. We lay there,
him still embedded in me, as we regained our senses. As he recovered, Benny
began licking the cum off of my chest. He raised himself up and continued
down to my stomach. The touch of his tongue on my wet body was incredible.
As he moved down my body, his shrinking pricklet slipped out of me. He was
still quite hard, and I think that the sensuality of our contact had the
effect of bringing him back to full erection again.

"Boy, you sure are hot!" I commented.

"Bobby told us about you sucking him off and how good your beard felt. I
want you to do that for me."

"Let's clean up a bit first."

"OK."

We showered the cum off both of our bodies, washing each other. Benny
maintained his erection through the whole shower, and mine began to
return. I can't remember being this horny since I was a teen myself. We
toweled each other off. Then Benny, the youth that he is, bounded back to
the bed landing in the middle.

I followed more slowly, my joints complaining from the position I had
recently been in. I climbed back onto the bed and nestled on my stomach
between Benny's legs.

I nuzzled the inside of his thighs with my sideburns. He shivered. I licked
the inside of his legs and worked up to his sparsely decorated pubes. I
licked his pubic area avoiding his genitals. I tickled the genital scar
between his legs. He writhed with pleasure. I rubbed my face across his
scrotum and he spasmed. I gently ran my fur covered cheek up his shaft. He
made noises that cannot be described. I grabbed his pricklet and rubbed his
glans against my beard. He quivered with orgasmic delight.

I continued to nuzzle and tickle his genitals with my beard. Benny was too
far gone in the sensuality of it all to notice anything but his pricklet. I
reached up and tweaked his nipples bringing groans from deep within him.

I tortured his little penis with my beard for several minutes. I could tell
he was almost there. Benny was making incomprehensible noises. He began to
raise his hips off of the bed, pumping aimlessly into the air.

"Unh, sunh ooooooooooooo suck unh, ung, suck it."

His ass raised off of the bed beyond his control. I placed a finger at his
sphincter and pressed it in. His hips started bucking. I engulfed his
boner. He stiffened. I sucked as hard as I could and pumped my finger in
his ass.

"Oh, oh, ooooooh, ungh, aaaaaaaaaa GAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

He exploded into my mouth. He pumped 8-10 spurts of cum into me, well he
attempted to, the last 3 or 4 were dry. His back remained arched for
several seconds after his pricklet stopped squirting. He slumped back onto
the bed. I crawled up to his face and kissed him, but he was out cold. I
lifted him to one side of the bed, turned out the lights and cuddled the
little bundle of spent boyhood to me. I stroked his hair and pulled the
sheet over us. As my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness I could see his
angelic face. Just a hint of a smudge on his upper lip indicated that he
was into puberty. He was one of the most magnificent creatures I had ever
seen, let alone been able to love.

Benny stirred slightly. He opened his eyes and asked, "What happened?"

"You passed out."

"Thank you." he murmured, and drifted off again.

I followed him soon after.

***************

I awoke to a weight on my chest. It felt like there was a soft warm 100
pound bag of flour on my upper chest. There was something moving across my
sideburns. I brought my hands up towards my face and encountered a smooth
warm body. I caressed the bottom I encountered. An alto sigh responded to
my massage. I opened my eyes to see a vision perched on my chest. He was
rubbing his rigid cocklet through my beard. A contented smile graced his
face. I slid my facial hair along his boner and he shuddered.

"Do it like you did last night." he begged. "That was the most awesome
thing I ever felt."

"How about a 69?"

"Yessssss!!"

Benny scrambled off of me and I slid down the bed to give him leg room. He
was ready to climb back on well before I was in position. (Ahh, the energy
of youth.) Benny straddled my face and I consumed him.

"Use your beard. PLEASE!"

I released him. "Don't worry, I just wanted a taste."

I nuzzled his groin. I tickled his genital scar with my tongue then licked
up to his anal pucker. I stabbed it with my tongue as I tickled his but
with my facial hair.

Benny started licking my glans. Slow circles surrounded the corona. A
tickle of my piss slit elicited a groan.

Benny trembled each time my beard contacted a sensitive surface. I rubbed
his glans across my cheek. He convulsed almost as if he had an orgasm.

Benny deep throated me, sending shivers up my spine. I, in turn, tickled
his scrotum and licked between his legs. He swirled his tongue around my
swollen head. I took his scrotum into my mouth and gently sucked it. He
reached between my legs and fingered my sphincter. I tickled his glans
again. He shuddered. I drilled his piss slit with my tongue. His poker
throbbed. His attention to my throbbing member was erratic as well as
erotic. I could tell that I was getting to him. I rubbed his pricklet from
one cheek across my mustache to the other cheek. He stopped sucking and
convulsed. I could see that his balls were almost drawn inside his body.
His glans suddenly expanded, and his body became rigid. I quickly
surrounded his boner and sucked as hard as I could. He quivered and
rigidified again. I tickled his glans with my tongue and he exploded anew.
Nothing is like a very young teen's cum. It's sweeter than it is salty.
It's somewhat thinner, but most delectable. Benny unleashed torrents of cum
into my vacuuming mouth, and I savored each shot. Finally he came down from
his high. His body wasn't much support. My prick slipped from his mouth as
he tried to get his breath back.

"Awesome, fucking awesome" he panted. I'll be looking for beards in the
future, that's for fucking sure. Hey, you didn't shoot yet!"

With that he dived down on my turgid erection and went at it with a
vengeance. It didn't take him long to bring me to an earth shattering
orgasm. He swallowed everything I could give him, and would have taken
more.

When I regained my composure I said, "Shower anyone?"

Without hesitation Benny jumped out of the bed and dashed into the
bathroom. He had the temp set and was waiting with soap and wash cloth in
hand. He washed me paying particular attention to my cock, he didn't get
much response from me. Again I say 'Oh to be young.' I took the cloth from
him and started washing him. He was hard before I even got to his pricklet.
I teased it with the cloth then knelt down and tickled it with my beard. He
thrust his hips back and forth as I rubbed his boner on my face. I then
gorged myself with his hot dog and devoured his mayonnaise, steadying him
as his knees weakened. I stood and kissed him as the warm water cascaded
over us. We finished, dried and then I escorted him to breakfast. We met
Bobby and Brent there and Benny exchanged meaningful glances with his
brothers.

My day began with meetings with vendors. It continued with meetings with
distributors and the like. I joined Barry and his boys for lunch. Not five
minutes after I arrived, Barry was called away. I noticed that Brent wasn't
wearing his earring. I commented about it and got some twitters from Bobby
and Benny. Brent said it was irritating him but he would wear it tonight.
We had a pleasant conversation and it was agreed that Brent would be my
partner for the evening (and hopefully the morning too).

Chapter 3 Brent, 'A' boy full of surprises

I arrived in the dining room at my usual time for dinner. I found Brent
waiting for me. He said that his brothers were already done with dinner and
he would be dining with me alone. He had already reserved a table and was
waiting for me to join him. Since this was a 'date' he didn't want his
brothers adding their two cents. I was actually glad that I would be dining
with him alone. As I've said before, Brent could easily pass for a super
model. His blond hair fell past his shoulders. His beauty could easily
surpass that of Taylor Hanson. He could give any of the female super models
cause to worry about their looks. He wore tight fitting black denim jeans
and a silk shirt. Just the bottom three buttons done. He wore a silver
choker that matched his earring. The blush in his cheeks gave the
appearance of makeup, but it looked too natural to be. Besides he didn't
need the artifice that women need to be 'natural'. His sapphire eyes
sparkled. I don't think anyone, man or woman could see him and not be moved
by his beauty.

Brent had picked a secluded table. One would have to really try to see
anything that might happen between us.

We ordered our dinners and then Brent asked for a side order of oysters. I
looked at him with surprise. He looked back with a dazzling smile and
sensual twinkle in his eyes. I had ordered wine and he asked for water. The
drinks and oysters arrived first. He picked one up and offered it to me. I
reached up to take it but he grabbed my hand and put it down to the
table. He then brought the oyster to my lips and fed it to me. I took it
off of the shell with my tongue and swallowed it whole. He then nodded for
me to do the same. I picked one up and held it to his mouth. Brent slid his
tongue into the shell and scooped the flesh up. He then delicately curled
his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed with such sensuality that a
unich would have gotten an erection by watching.

Brent slipped off his shoe and slid his bare foot up my pant leg. I was a
bit startled at first, but he did it so gently and sensuously that he could
have continued for as long as he wanted. I didn't want it to stop.

We fed each other oysters and held hands under the table until the main
course arrived. We ate in silence sharing meaningful glances throughout
dinner. He had dessert, I didn't. He got chocolate mousse and asked me to
feed it to him. I held up the spoon and the first bite he moved just the
right way to get a dollop on his nose. He knew it was there, but just
licked the spoon as he would lick a cock. When he was finished, I picked up
a napkin an reached over the table to wipe his nose. He took my hand in his
and stretched his tongue up to his nose and erotically removed the
chocolate from his dainty projection. He then kissed my hand and permitted
me to wipe any residue that remained.

We finished dinner and headed to my room. when we were alone in the
hallway, Brent wrapped his arm around my waist and lay his head on my
shoulder. He was only about four inches shorter than I was so it was no
trouble to snuggle standing up.

We reached my room with, surprisingly, no encounters. Once through the
door, I took the initiative and embraced Brent. He, being only slightly
shorter than me, reached up and kissed me gently. I probed at his lips with
my tongue. He opened his and let me in. Man, these boys know how to kiss!
Without breaking the kiss, Brent reached behind himself and brought my
hands to his smooth chest, placing them at the center of his pectorals. As
he fed me his tongue, I fanned my hands across his perfect skin. First I
found his right nipple and stroked it to hardness. To my total surprise I
found a ring piercing his left nipple. Somewhere in my brain the thought
that this is too coincidental flashed. It said, 'I know these boys', but my
arousal overrode that thought. I reached up and slid the satin shirt off of
his shoulders. The fleeting image of all that silver repelling vampires
flashed by. From the dark recesses of my mind came the image if a beautiful
young vampire chasing Brent as he threw spices at his pursuer, unable to
remember what spice worked.

I pulled myself back to the current situation. How could I be dreaming
about fiction when I had a real living, breathing, drop dead incredible
creature in my arms? I pulled away from our kiss, and studied the vision
before me. I continued to push his shirt and slipped it completely off of
his shoulders. He would have been perfect without any adornment, but the
choker, earring and nipple ring just added to his radiance. Their
simplicity just added to their wearer's elegance. He removed my turtleneck
and was 'rewarded' with my less than perfect body. He seemed not to notice.
He just attached his mouth to my left nipple and sucked it to hardness,
fingering the right as he tongued the left.

He moved back from my chest. A look at his tight black jeans indicated that
he had at least as much in the assets department as I did, possibly more. I
reached for his belt, undid it and the button fly. I hooked my fingers over
the waist of his pants and pushed them down.

"No underwear?"

"No 'panty line'!"

I almost had to peel the legs of his pants off, but the sight that was
revealed was remarkable. His skin was baby smooth, the only hair gracing
his body was on his head, tiny tufts under each arm and a respectable bush
on his pubis. His muscles were defined but not massive. He resembled the
images on a Greek red figure vase. Well defined, but not excessive. His
pecs were slightly rounded in the nipple area. His sternum grove was
perfect, no bird ribs on this one. His rib muscles were finely defined
arrows lining each side. His six pack was divine. His pelvic grooves dipped
from each side to his blond delicately furred pubis. His legs showed the
definition of each muscle. He had to be a swimmer or basketball player. His
genitals were quite developed for a 15 year old. His balls, the same size
as mine, hung gracefully in their sack. His organ, not quite erect, stood
out at a strong angle not quite 90 degrees from his body. It stretched a
good 5 inches, and wasn't done growing.

Brent stepped out of his pants and moved closer to me. He placed his hand
under my chin, and closed my mouth. I blushed at being so taken by his
beauty. He tackled my pants and had them off in a matter of seconds. As for
arousal factor, I had him beat. I had been erect almost since the second
oyster. Seeing him uncovered only enhanced my arousal. He fell to his
knees, grasped my turgid member, and looked up at me.

"Don't cum yet." he instructed.

He engulfed my prick and tongued my head. Shivers coursed up and down my
spine. He worked his mouth up and down my shaft several times, then deep
throated me. He strangled my glans with his glottis. Then he released and
forced air around the sensitive knob. He repeated this several times until
I stopped him. Any more and he would have had some cream to go with his
mousse. Brent released my tortured knob from his throat and with a lick
disengaged his mouth from my throbbing poker.

Leading my by my prick he towed me to the bed. He lay down in the center
and said quietly and simply, "Fuck me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Then I remembered something I had read
about Japanese boy love.

I told Brent, "It seems that historically the Japanese were into lengthy
sessions. They approached boy love as an art form. The Chinese, more crude
in their approach, would say, 'Let me stick my poker in to your oven.' The
Japanese expression was, 'Let me seek my peace in your heaven.' If the boy
was willing the man would enter and fuck just as long as he could without
cumming. They would stay together and sort of rest until he could fuck some
more stopping just in time so he wouldn't shoot. They'd rest some more,
then start again. This would sometimes go on for hours, maybe the whole
night."

"Cool."

"May I seek my peace in your heaven?"

"Sure."

"I hope I can last long enough. I've never tried this. I think it would be
more comfortable if we were on our sides."

"Makes sense."

"Let me enter you 'doggy' style, then we'll lie down."

Brent rolled over onto his hands and knees.

I moved behind him and entered slowly. His talented anus was going to make
it hard to hold off, but I was determined to do just that for as long as I
could.

I pressed my erection as deeply as I could. All my instincts said to plow
this tight ass as hard as I could. I resisted. We lay carefully down on our
right sides as I wanted to be able to play with Brent's nipple ring. I
nuzzled his neck with my cheek and felt him shiver. I slowly began to pump
in and out.

"That's perfect." he said, "You're hitting my prostate just right."

"Prostate!? You know anatomy?"

"If it can give me pleasure, I know about it."

I fucked him slowly for another minute, then I felt the familiar tension
building and stopped. I luxuriated in the tightness as the feeling passed.
My partner idly fingered his erection, keeping it at full attention without
going over.

We kept this up for over an hour when Brent said, "I gotta cum. This is
great, but I just gotta cum."

"I agree."

"I wanna face you so I can kiss you if I want, but I don't want you to come
out of me."

"How are we going to accomplish that?"

"Roll over on your back."

We rolled. I was on my back with him facing my feet. He slowly turned on my
cock. Now I know what the cork in a wine bottle feels like. It was torture
as my boner twisted with the friction of his love tunnel. I must have
groaned and I can't imagine the expression on my face.

"You OK?" he asked.

"That was interesting, but I don't think I want to repeat it. It felt like
you were going to twist it off."

"Sorry, but you feel so good in me that I didn't want to loose that until I
had to. I still want YOU to fuck me."

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a sitting position as he lay
down. As I got my legs under me, he grasped his own and pulled them to his
shoulders. I bent down we kissed passionately as I worked myself in and out
of his hot tight hole. He would squeeze and relax his sphincter adding to
my bliss. We broke our kiss as that universal feeling welled in my loins. I
got into a position where I could really pound his beautiful ass. He took
his tool in his hand and started jacking in rhythm with my pounding. I
wished I could nuzzle his prick with my beard, but my flexibility was never
that great. Now it would be impossible. I wished I could jack him, but I
needed both hands to keep me in position. I contented my self watching his
delicate nostrils flare as his breathing became laboured. His eyes were
closed and his lips parted as his breath came in pants. He was close, and
so was I. I picked up speed pounding his ass with no mercy. He was loving
every thrust, beating his meat in sync with my thrusts.

"Unh, unh, unh, oooooooooooo, AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!

He stiffened. His sphincter clamped so hard I thought he'd cut my prick
off. His rod pulsed and his glans expanded noticeably. A glob of boy nectar
shot out of his love wand, landing on his cheek. I swabbed it up with my
tongue. Its sweet salty taste sent me over the edge. I drove my organ as
deeply as my groin would allow, and unleashed the pent up spunk of an hour
and a half of fucking. I could feel each spurt as it coursed through of my
urethra. His spasming rectum was milking my cum as surely as a farmer can
milk a cow's teat. I wished that this bliss could last for ever, but, as
with all good things, If you get too much of something it looses its
appeal. It's like health, if you're never sick, you can't appreciate being
healthy.

As we came down from our highs, Brent pulled me down and kissed me.

"Thanks." he said, "For an old guy you're great."

"Thanks a lot." I quipped with a smile. "I'm just grateful that you found
me attractive enough to want to play with me."

"Well you're not really THAT old, I've been with older."

"Oh?"

"Never mind."

I left it at that. If he didn't want to tell me that was his choice. I got
onto my knees and started cleaning his delicious spunk from his buff
body. I toyed with his erogenous zones whenever I encountered one. His
nipples were still erect. I suckled the right as I fingered the left one
with its ring. He sighed and trembled as I ministered to his little
nubs. As I cleaned an area I rubbed it with my beard. This brought shivers
from him as he groaned. I cleaned a big puddle from his navel then laved
his six pack, following that with a tickle from my beard. He giggled then
moaned. His tool had deflated partially after his orgasm, but I noticed
that it was regaining volume. I cleaned the space between his belly button
and his pubes. He trembled several times both from the licking and the
subsequent bearding. I skipped his now almost full erection and went for
his scrotum. It had relaxed in the post orgasmic refractory response. I
rolled his balls around in my mouth causing them to tighten in response. I
tickled his genital scar below his balls causing him to wriggle with
pleasure. What an amazing spot that is. You can stimulate it your self and
it feels wonderful, but if someone else does it it's exceptional. I lifted
his legs and rimmed him, tasting myself there. He sighed and trembled with
my tongue's touch. I returned to his groin. He was now at his full length.
He was totally turned on again. I licked his shaft and tickled his glans
with my tongue. I rubbed his pole on my cheek causing him to tremble. It
was amazing to see how some coarse hair could give someone such bliss. I
kept up the stimulation on his penis for several minutes. Suddenly he
stiffened I tried to get him into my mouth, but he started cumming before I
could. I stuffed his fountaining cock into my mouth and suctioned what was
left out of him. He collapsed on the bed spent.

As he recovered, I said, "Let's get cleaned up."

We showered.

As we washed each other, Brent asked, "Could we try that Japanese fucking
again?"

"I don't think I can get it back up so soon."

"If I can get you up again will you?"

"But of course, mon petit cherie."

"'Oh Tish, I love it when you speak French." he said in his best Gomez
Aadams impression.

He grabbed my hand and started kissing my arm, "Speak more French."

I gave him a gentle shove then pulled him to me and kissed him. We Frenched
for a few minutes then we got out of the shower. We dried each other then
headed back to bed. He got the KY and put some on his middle finger. He
pushed it into my rectum and slid it in till he got a reaction. He massaged
my prostate, and to my surprise I got hard in no time.

"Looks like you get your request." I said.

"Told you I could." replied Brent.

He got into position and I mounted him. We resumed the position we'd taken
on our right sides and as I pumped his ass, I fingered his nipple ring. I
nuzzled his neck and tickled him with beard and tongue. He sighed and
wrapped his hand around his own partial erection. Having recently had an
orgasm, I was able to control myself very well. We dozed now and then. When
I began to soften I would pump myself back up by pumping him. If I was
dozing and he felt me soften, he would move to make me regain firmness.

I don't know how long we did this, but we finally went to sleep
interlocked.

**************************

I awoke with a slight start. I was disoriented by the body spooned against
me. When I saw the blond mop before me I remembered where and with whom I
was. I stroked his left arm. He stirred and turned to face me. We kissed
and I strolled his chest. We broke the kiss and he smiled at me. I played
with his right nipple then moved to his left.

"Where's your ring?" I asked somewhat startled to find only a nipple.

"Right where it's always been." came a voice from behind me.

I jumped and rolled to my left, my heart in my throat. There was Brent,
fingering his nipple ring. I turned to my right. There was Brent without a
nipple ring. Both boys started laughing. My expression must have been a
hoot, as I looked back and forth with my mouth open.

"Meet my brother, Brett." said the one with the nipple ring. "We're twins."

"I......I......I see that." I gasped, still in shock. "You...you are THE
Brewsters. I thought you were fictitious. Just creations of Jay's warped
mind."

"You know Jay?" asked Brett.

"I've communicated with him by e-mail. He encouraged me to write 'Josh's
Promised Land'."

"You wrote that?" asked Brent, "It's so hot. I can't wait for part four. I
have to jack off while I read it its so hot."

"I guess he's done a lot for all of us." I said.

"Well, I need a fuck." said Brett, "Watching you two last night was a real
turn on. It was all I could do not to join you then."

"You were here???!!!"

"Yeah, we video tape all of our special sessions. I got Benny last night
too. I was in one of the stalls when you did Bobby in the rest room. You'll
get a copy of course."

"Y...you taped all of it?"

"We like to relive our experiences. Benny's here to get you with the two of
us."

Benny appeared with a video camera. "I got your reaction when you found out
they were twins." laughed Benny "It was great."

My head was swimming. Here I'd had no holds barred sex with three minor
boys and fucked two of them. One of them not even a teenager. Brent must
have sensed my panic.

"Don't worry. We won't use these against you. We like you. If you've read
our stories, you know we take care of people we like."

I relaxed some, I still didn't like the idea of a video floating around,
but I knew they were telling me the truth. They were very good at taking
care of their friends.

I decided I had nothing more to loose, and everything to gain if I went
along with these randy teens. Brett rolled me onto my left side and pushed
his 6 inches into my rectum. It was still slick from Brent's fingering last
night. Brent snuggled into my groin, guiding my erection into his tight
hole. Both teens sandwiched me tightly and began to move in unison. as
Brett withdrew, Brent pulled away from me. As Brett reentered, Brent pushed
back onto my spear. I just lay there between these beautiful specimens
letting them fuck me.

The symbiotic relation between twins must be a reality, because they were
in perfect sync. As one moved, the other matched him. As Brett snuggled
against me, I tickled Brent with my beard and licked his ear. This wasn't
going to be a long session. I could feel the waves of ecstasy begin. Brett
was now frantically plowing my rear. Brent was humping me furiously as he
masturbated. Brett was first to blow. He grabbed my shoulders and shoved
his weapon as deeply as he could. He started spurting into my rectum. The
sensation of his pulsing member in my ass sent me over the edge. I began to
unload into Brent. As I did, his sphincter clamped down on me and he
started squirting all over the bed. The household staff of the hotel must
have thought I was a real pervert. If they only knew. This massive
explosion pulsed spurted and quivered for a minute or two then we relaxed
into a state of post orgasmic bliss.

After a few minutes my clouded mind heard an alto voice say, "Wow,
awesome. You guys really rock."

"I really gotta check out your beard." came a voice to my left.

I looked over and Brett was resting his head in his hand propped on his
elbow.

"You gonna be ready that quick?" I asked.

"I'll get him up." said Brent reaching for the lube.

Brent had his twin ready in no time, so I gave him the full beard
treatment.  Like his brother he came so fast I had no time to catch his
first spurt. He came pulsing at least seven times, his last one mostly
reflex as he had no more sperm to deliver.

We showered and played 'crochya'. We then dressed and went to breakfast
where we were joined by Bobby. Barry was at an early meeting so he was
unable to join us.

"Who gets you tonight?" asked Bobby.

"I think I'm ready for an orgy." I offered.

"Cool!" They chorused in unison.

"The Bobby gets to sleep with me." I added.

"Yessssss!"  the youngest Brewster hissed.

We finished our breakfast, then began our day. I must confess that my mind
wasn't on business. I couldn't get my mind off of the fact that I was going
to be with four randy young studs ranging in age from 11 to 15.


Chapter 4 The Orgy

I have never participated in an orgy. I really wasn't sure what to expect.
With some trepidation I waited in my room for the boys to appear. A gentle
knock on my door caused me to jump and return to the present reality.

"It's open." I said anxiously.

The door opened and the four Brewsters entered and closed it. They came in
in order of age. Bobby first then Benny, Brent and Brett. Again I asked my
self how I could be so fortunate as to meet up with such gorgeous randy
boys. And how could I be so lucky as to be able to turn them on to me.

First they set up the camera on a tripod, then they were out of their
clothes in a flash. They must have worn easy to remove duds so they could
strip in no time. When they were done, they tackled me all but ripping my
clothes off. They then escorted me to the bed.

Benny and Bobby started by rubbing my chest. They brought my nipples to
hardness almost immediately. Brett and Brent began massaging my feet. Their
talented hands bringing waves of pleasure to my body. Benny and Bobby moved
their groins to my face. There was no question as to what they wanted. I
grasped each one's stiffening member and rubbed each against my beard
alternating from one to the other. They were hard almost instantly from my
coarse hairs. As Bobby and Benny worked their way down my body, the twins
worked their way up my legs. They seemed to know each sensitive spot and
got every ounce of reaction that they could. My tool was now as rigid as it
had ever been. The four worked me over touching and licking every bit of me
that they could. The only place they didn't touch was my rigid pole. Brent
and Brett used their long hair as well as their fingers and tongues to
titillate me. Every now and then one of them would drag his golden tresses
over my quivering glans sending shivers throughout my body.

As if on cue, they moved away from me. Brett lifted my legs and entered me
from behind. Kneeling between my legs, he lowered mine to either side of
his body. Brent straddled me and lowered himself down onto my spear. Next
Bobby straddled me and impaled himself on his brother's weapon. As Bobby
was settling into place, Benny straddled my face and shoved his 13 year old
pricklet into my mouth as he went down on Bobby. Everyone was buried in
someone's opening. Benny started fucking my mouth. Occasionally he would
remove himself and rub my beard, then he would resume fucking my mouth.
Bobby fucked Benny's mouth and in so doing moved himself on Brent's prick.
As I fucked Brent, the motion stimulated Brett's poker inside my anus. It
took quite a bit of effort, but as I suckled Benny and fucked Brent, we
developed a rhythm that kept everyone stimulated at the same time. I ran my
hands over Bobby's smooth chest and tweaked his nipples. His groans were
decernable from his brothers' as his were higher in pitch. He was almost
singing his rapture. His clear bell like voice would give the Vienna Choir
Boys something to notice. Alto grunts reverberated against my arms as Benny
reacted to my attention to his pricklet. Tenor groans and sighs echoed from
the foot of the bed behind Bobby.

I had heard that sound can be stimulating especially when sucking someone,
so I started to hum as I played my mouth around Benny's spike. The bass
rumble made him gasp and lift his head, momentarily forgetting Bobby's
needs.

"Hey!" complained Bobby as he pushed Benny back onto his quivering dicklet.

As I kept humming, Benny began the same treatment on Bobby. As a result,
Bobby's rhythm faltered as he trembled at the stimulation.

As our symphony of mating reached its crescendo, the vocalizations
increased. I was beginning to worry that the neighbors in the next room
would hear. Then I remembered that the bathrooms separated each room so
there was nothing to worry about. The pace of our fucking was getting
almost frantic. I could feel the tightness in my groin. Benny's balls were
almost invisible in his scrotum. I reached under Benny to fondle Bobby's
nuts, and had trouble finding them. With my right hand I fondled Bobby's
nuts and tickled him between his legs. With my left I did the same to
Benny. Both started thrashing on top of me. I tightened my sphincter on
Brett, and thrust as hard as I could into Brent. The tenor moans increased
to a fever pitch as the alto and soprano vocalized their passion.

Benny stiffened as did Bobby. Benny started pulsing into my mouth jets of
boy cream filling me up. Bobby trembled on my midsection I could feel his
legs clamp my sides as he spasmed. The clenching of Bobby's anus must have
sent Brent over the edge as he started to spasm also, clamping on my
dick. I exploded into him my rigid body arching to get as much of me as I
could into him. I must have been clamping onto Brett's turgid boner sending
him over the edge. I could feel him expand in my rectum. Then I felt his
jets of cum fill me. I swallowed and pumped as hard as I could. This bliss
seemed to last hours. It was more like two or three minutes, but It was
awesome.

Benny collapsed on my chest. Bobby on his back, and Brent on top of Bobby.
Brett fell backward and in doing so disengaged. Brent and Bobby having very
little strength and balance rolled off to one side, leaving Benny's heaving
body on top of me As he recovered some he rolled off to the other side.
Brent withdrew from the tangle he was with Bobby and we all lay there
panting.

"Fucking awesome!!!" panted Bobby. The first to voice his reaction.

The rest of us laughed.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"You." said Brent. "You have a way of expressing the obvious that's just
funny."

"Fuck you!" he said.

"Just did." returned Brent.

We all laughed again as Bobby groaned, but he soon joined in the laughter.

The three older Brewsters dressed and left after changing the tape in the
camera.

Bobby and I snuggled for a while, then I gave him the beard treatment. It
didn't take him long to reach his climax, His pricklet throbbed as it
rubbed my beard. He was trying to ejaculate, but there was nothing to
spew. After several pulses I devoured him and suctioned at least six more
spasms from his cocklet.

I got up and switched off the camera and then the lights. I returned to bed
and snuggled up behind Bobby. He stirred and spooned against me. I wrapped
my arms around him, snuggled his neck and soon we both were asleep.


****************************

I felt a slight motion in the bed. I thought I heard a mechanical whirring,
then felt another motion. I was lying on my back, My morning piss hard
tenting the sheet. The sheet moved over my sensitive glans making me
shiver. Then another motion. I hadn't opened my eyes and was still in that
state where you feel things, but don't really know what's happening.

I felt a warm moistness engulf my boner. I knew it was Bobby, but I didn't
know how he was pleasuring me. Then I felt hands rubbing my chest. and the
enveloping orifice started moving up and down my pole.

I opened my eyes to see a study of content concentration. His eyes were
closed and his pretty mouth was slightly smiling.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi." he returned, opening his eyes and smiling brightly.

He continued to move up and down my rigid prick, his little boner sticking
obscenely from his groin. I caressed his tight chest and tweaked his
nipples. I moved one hand down his stomach and encircled his pricklet. He
fucked my hand as he pumped my prick with his ass. He began humming again.
No particular tune, but the vibrations in his body telegraphed to my groin,
stimulating me even more. As I tortured his little nubs, he fucked my hand
and my rod.

"I'm close." I grunted.

"Me too." he chirped.

I started meeting his rocking with thrusts of my own. I started jacking him
harder. He was rocking with an intensity that was almost frightening.

He stiffened, his sphincter clenching my swelling knob. His pricklet
throbbed, pulsating in my hand. My member detonated in his clenching
rectum, filling it to capacity. Some leaked out as the friction lessened.
He had his head thrown back as a high pitched moan escaped his parted
lips. His body started to list to one side. I grabbed his waist steadying
him. His head lolled forward, an expression of pained ecstasy embellishing
his features. I pulled him forward and embraced him. I kissed him full on
the lips sliding my tongue into his gaping mouth. He began to respond and
tongued me back with renewed vigor.

As we recovered from our pleasure, I was aware that he was still hard. I
could feel his pricklet pushing into my navel. He humped me slightly as we
kissed. Then he broke planting little kisses all over my face and rubbing
his smooth cheeks against my furry ones. He sat up and slid up my body. He
buried his almost 4 inches in my beard, fucking the hair on my face. I
massaged his buns, and slipped a finger into his recently vacated love
tunnel. There was no friction thanks to my cum and the stretching my organ
had given it. He shivered each time my beard stroked his sensitive glans. I
finger fucked him, stroking his prostate as he fucked my facial hair. I
stroked every bit of his groin with my cheeks causing him to quiver each
time I hit his glans. On the instroke of my finger, Bobby stiffened. I
encircled his pricklet and swallowed. He involuntarily humped my face.
Reflexes were all that were driving him. He was so lost in the sensations
that there was no conscious effort on his part. I lifted him down to my
middle and cuddled him as his body continued to shake. As he regained his
composure, he latched on to my mouth, sucking my tongue into him and
licking it with his own.

"I wish this wasn't going to be over." he said with a quiver in his voice.

"Me too." I replied. "Let me know if you're ever in Florida."

He brightened. "My uncle lives there!"

"Where?"

"In Orlando!"

"I'm not too far from there. E-mail me the next time you visit."

"For fucking sure!"

Bobby and I showered. Then we went to breakfast and joined Barry and the
boys.

"Llew, Thanks so much for looking out for my boys." said Barry.

"My pleasure." I replied, "They're wonderful kids I hope I will be able to
see them again."

I had one more meeting to attend that morning. When it was finished, I was
met by the boys. They wanted to accompany me to the airport. I said my
good-byes to their dad, and we were off.

As we got to the gate, the boys couldn't accompany me any farther.

Brett stood before me and said, "It was so good to see you Uncle Llew."

He threw his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I was a little
uncertain at first, but uncles do hug and kiss nephews. I returned his hug.
Brent hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. Benny did the same, having to
reach a little as he was shorter than me. As he broke his embrace, he
handed me a video cassette. He winked and smiled.

Bobby looked at me. He was trying to smile, but I could see the moisture in
his eyes. I felt the same way. This boy gave so freely of his love, and
asked nothing in return but love. I crouched and opened my arms. He ran
into them as I enfolded him. He buried his face in my shoulder. I felt him
shudder as the tears came. He pulled back and kissed me hard on the
lips. Man oh man, I didn't want to leave. I took his hands from my neck and
held them. I kissed him again, then got up and turned. I couldn't say
anything the lump in my throat wouldn't move.

I went through the metal detector and turned. Bobby was holding Brett's
hand. The look on his face broke my heart. How could I be so attached to
someone I had only known for four days. I turned and walked to my gate. I
felt a tear stain my cheek.

The flight attendant noticed and said. "Are you OK sir?"

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." I said, "I know that sounds corny, but it's
true."

The hole I felt in my heart would take quite a while to fill.