Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 00:32:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 11

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 11

In our last chapter, our young hero Andy got back together with the sexy
twins who live next door, only this time Andy had his best friend Taz and
Taz's cousin with him, and the twins had their friend Dave with them.  Dave
arranged for his friend Reginald's huge-cocked roommate Kevin to meet the
twins the next day, and that done, he helped Troy and Lance to seduce a
horny pizza delivery boy who got more of a tip than he had been expecting.

***

Dave wanted more than anything to spend the night at the twins' house.  It
was Saturday night, but he knew that his mama would expect him to go to
early Mass with her the next morning.  He also knew that she would be
grilling him about what was happening with Betsy, but he had until the next
morning to figure out what he would tell her.  A kiss from Troy, a kiss
from Lance, a kiss from Jeff, a kiss from Tom, and off he went.  At least
it would be early Mass, which would give him plenty of time to get to the
club.

***

The twins, their dad and Tom were all pretty much wiped out, and even
though cocks grew tumescent and then not again for the hour that they all
watched baseball together, none of them was up for another round.  The
twins went off to their bedroom and Jeff and Tom went to Jeff's room.
Anyone walking in the hall would have hard slurping noises coming from
behind two closed doors.  Tired or not tired, but when Lance and Troy saw
each other naked, their primal instincts kicked straight in, and the same
was certainly true for their dad and his hunky assistant, as well.

***

Kevin slept naked, as he always did except for those times when he came
home so drunk that he couldn't navigate the complex process of taking off
his clothes.  Reginald lay awake for a while after his roommate's soft
breathing told him that Kevin was asleep.  He smiled to himself.  There was
no need to go wildcatting with Kevin's big cock.  Not if Kevin was prepared
to give it up to Reginald when he was awake.

***

The twins and Dave were at the club early, not wanting Kevin to get there
and wonder where they were.  Dave had sat through early Mass and recited
the liturgical prayers along with the rest of the congregation, but his
mind was elsewhere.  So much elsewhere, in fact, that he half thought that
he should pop in for confession before going home to change for the
afternoon at the beach.  The twins had their surfboards strapped to the
roof of the Infinity.  They were wearing shorts underneath which they had
on their tightest Speedos.  Troy and Lance knew that they looked like Greek
gods when they were surfing the waves, and they wanted to give their
appreciative audience of boys and young men the best look they could give.
Dave had on a board short swimsuit and a T-shirt from the college.

Sam poured cokes for the three of them and busied himself with the
glassware, hoping that there might be a repeat today of the hot sex that he
had had with the three of them the day before.  He knew that they were
waiting for someone, though, so that would have to wait.

That someone rode up on a bike a few minutes later, and the twins looked
with much interest out the window.  The guy was tall as a skyscraper,
lanky, with blond hair and a pair of overalls on his body, with sneakers
down below.  They watched as Kevin locked up his bike, looked around,
seeming a bit nervous, then steeled himself and approached the door.

Dave hopped off his stool and went to meet his friend's roommate so that
the first face he saw would be one that he knew.  He and Kevin shook hands,
and then Dave led him over to the twins.  Once again the glazed look that
Troy and Lance knew so very well.  They stuck out their hands for a shake,
and introductions were made.  Now that they could see Kevin up close, they
could also see that his dick was hanging halfway down the left leg of his
overalls.  For crying out loud, the dude was going commando!

"Um, didn't you bring a swimsuit?" Dave asked.

Kevin reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Speedo.  "All covered,"
he said.

Troy pointed at Kevin's leg and then at the swimsuit.  "That's gonna cover
THAT?!" Always the smartass.

Kevin blushed.  Reginald had told him that he was going to be meeting two
brothers, but he was very glad that Dave was there if the brothers were
going to be so ...  well, forward was the word that sprang to his mind.
His mother was forever going on about girls who were forward in their
little miniskirts and high heels.  Kevin never bothered to tell her that
most of those forward girls were perfectly happy to shed those skirts when
he unzipped his fly.

"Well, time's a'wasting," Lance said.  He reached into his pocket for some
money, but Sam waved him away.  "On the house," he said.  Sam was just as
cognizant of the anaconda that was inside Kevin's overalls as the twins
were, and he was feeling twitchy.

The four young men went out to the twins' car and piled in.  Thirty minutes
later they were at the ocean.  A nice breeze was blowing, the sun was high
and hot in the sky, and the waves were good.  They changed in the locker
room, and this time it was the twins who got glazed looks in their eyes
when Kevin stripped down and then spent a good half minute stuffing his
enormous farm sausage into his Speedo.

The twins, who could be showoffs when they wanted, raced into the ocean
with their boards, and a minute later they were riding the swells expertly,
their tanned, muscular bodies sheening with droplets of water.  Kevin, who
had never seen the ocean despite having come to the coast for college,
watched raptly.  The two brothers were beautiful, he had to admit.

"So you gonna give surfing a shot?" Dave asked.

Kevin looked at his roommate's friend.  "Ain't never seen no such thing,"
he said.  "Is it hard?"

"I don't know," David admitted.  "I've never been surfing either."

Kevin looked out at the twins riding the waves.  "It don't look so hard."

In the event, Kevin went out into the ocean with Troy, and Dave went out
into the ocean with Lance, and the two of them spent a lot more time
sputtering in the water than they did actually up on the boards, but
eventually they got the hang of it, and soon they were boogying away on the
swells.  None of the four of them noticed that the lifeguard up in his
chair had his powerful binoculars trained on them, and the lifeguard didn't
know whether to look at the two unbelievably gorgeous blond twins, the
hot-bodied Irishman, or the big kid who looked like he had a garden hose
stuffed inside his tight little swimsuit.  Half an inch of the lifeguard's
big cock peeked out of the bottom of his board shorts, and he felt himself
sweating more than usual.  He would be jerking off on this scene for at
least a couple nights to come.

When the young men had exhausted themselves in the ocean, Lance ran back to
the car and came back with four beach towels.  The boys spread he towels
out on the sand and lay down to catch the rays.  The twins had a bottle of
sun block with them, which was good, because Kevin was fish-belly white
everywhere apart from his arms, where he had the typical farmer's tan.
He'd been helping his pappy with the farm work every day since he was no
higher than the knee of a grasshopper, and it had taken some powerful
conviction to get the old man to let him go to college.  This was the first
weekend that he hadn't had to go back to the farm, in fact, on account of
how his pappy had finally overcome his notorious skinflint approach to life
and hired him a field hand.

The lifeguard up in his chair didn't need his binoculars anymore, because
the four hot boys had obligingly laid themselves out not ten feet from him.
He could almost see the downy hair on their muscular chests, and he spent a
good two minutes staring at the enormous bulge that was pushing the crotch
of the tall lanky kid up at least four or five inches.  He had to adjust
his own eight-inch cock a couple of times to keep it from hurting as it
tried to reach maximum erection.

The lifeguard's name was Patrick O'Halloran, and like Dave, he was of Irish
ancestry, but unlike Dave, he had a father who had married outside of the
tribe, as it were, and young Pat had hair that was blond during the winter
and almost white when the summer sun bleached it out.  He was 23 years old,
a grad student at the university, and glad for the lifeguard job.  Not that
he needed the money, which didn't amount to much.  In addition to marrying
outside of the nation, his paternal ancestors had been astute businessmen,
and at the age of 21, Patrick O'Halloran came into a trust fund of several
tens of millions of dollars that his grandfather had set up for him on the
day that he was born.  Pat didn't go wild with the money like many of his
fellow youngsters would have done.  He invested in his own appearance,
getting a whole new set of movie star teeth to replace the gnarled ones
that he had inherited from his own kin, for instance.  Pat was a short
bantam rooster of a lifeguard, just 5'5 in his stocking feet, but hugely
muscular because of the many hours that he spent at the gym, honing up his
muscles to absolute perfection.  He just couldn't understand why he had
never been able to find himself a boyfriend.  Still, the lifeguard job
allowed him to keep up his sexy tan, and where else would he regularly be
able to see boys and young men naked apart from their swimsuits?

He had seen the twins around before.  They were fantastic surfers, and Pat
admired them for it in addition to finding it hard to keep his cock under
control whenever they were around.  He knew that occasionally the two of
them disappeared for ten or twenty minutes, and he had a good idea where
they were going.  At the back of the beach were some sand dunes, and amid
the sand dunes there were sandy valleys in which a boy could go and hide
for some naughty business if he were so inclined.  The idea of the two
golden boys getting naked and boned with each other was almost more than
Patrick could bear, but there was no question of getting out of his chair
to go and take a peek.

Until today.  Today Patrick's shift was coming to a close, and his
shiftless replacement, a 19-year-old kid who apparently didn't realize that
the hippies lived in the 1960s and not in the 2010s, would be taking over.
The kid was called Joshua, he was skinny as a rail, had a short crew cut
and, as far as Patrick could tell, was constantly stoned.  This had
concerned him until the day when he had witnessed Joshua dash into the surf
after a fat woman who had found herself in trouble and carted her back to
shore with the greatest of ease and nonchalance.  Plus Joshua was
nonchalant enough not to worry about showering together with his colleague,
which allowed Pat to get the occasional look at the big cock that was
between his legs.  Somehow the skinny boys always got the big sausages, but
Joshua had a girlfriend.

Joshua wasn't there yet, though, and Patrick watched gloomily as the four
hotties gathered up their towels and stood up.  He knew without knowing
that the four of them would be disappearing into the dunes, because there
had been some discreet hand touching among the four of them.  Pat sat in
his chair, automatically watching the people who were frolicking in the
surf, and stewing.  Damn, but he wanted to be back in the dunes, his shorts
cast aside in the sand, and another hot guy ... or four hot guys in this
case ... being as interested in his buff body as he was in theirs.

Joshua came ambling up ten minutes later and gave his boss a sleepy grin.
"There's four guys goin' at it hot and heavy back there," he drawled,
pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.  "Almost got to givin' me a
boner, and you know I ain't like that.  You can get a good look from the
top of the dune, though.  They didn't see me."

"What makes you think I'd want to go and watch something like that?"
Patrick asked.

Joshua peered up at him.  "No offense, boss, but I seen the way you look at
what I got in here when we're in the showers." He gave the front of his
board shorts a squeeze.  "I don't mind, it's cool, but I can tell you like
lookin' at cocks."  He got a sly grin on his face.  "Matter of fact, one of
them guys has got a dick that makes mine look like I'm about 10 years old."

Patrick clambered down from the chair.  He didn't know what to do, but the
thought of spying on four sexy teenagers going at each other hammer and
tongs certainly was worth some thought.

Joshua surprised him by reaching out and giving the front of his shorts a
squeeze.  "Go, boss.  You'll never forgive yourself if you don't. You got
half a boner goin' on in there already."  And with that he clambered up on
the chair, and two seconds later Patrick heard a shrill whistle and then
Joshua's voice in the megaphone: "You in the green suit.  Not so far out,
dude.  There's a wicked rip there." The teenager in the green swim suit put
up an apologetic hand and paddled back toward shore.

Patrick dithered for another minute, but his hormones were taking over his
brain, and so as if he were sleepwalking, he wandered over to the dune,
climbed it, and took a peek over the top.

***

Patrick had not heard the discussion on the four towels because it had been
conducted in whispers.  After a whole lot of hemming and hawing, Kevin
admitted that as far as he had been given to understand, there might be a
need to take the swimsuits off for a while.  The twins grinned at each
other and at Dave.  Dave knew from Reginald and the twins knew from Dave
that the huge-hung farm boy had only yesterday learned the pleasures of a
boy's mouth on his knob, and the twins knew for themselves that he would
never forget what they would be doing to him if he was willing.

He was, and five minutes later Kevin found himself in an indentation among
the sand dunes and with four strong hands all over his body.  Troy and
Lance were, as always, double-teaming an inexperienced newcomer into the
world of hard body on hard body sex.  They pulled down his Speedo to
release his massive cock from its sheath, and then they went to work on
him.  They couldn't quite reach up to his ears with their tongues, he was
that tall, so they started on his shoulders, proceeding down his lanky body
to his nipples, and then his flat stomach.  They raised his arms to lick
his underarms, which was a new thing for Kevin and a good one.  Their spit
mixed with his sweat, making him feel sensuous in a way he had never felt
before.  Without thinking about it, he put his hands on the two twins,
feeling their muscles and letting his arms snake down to their cocks, which
were big and hard and identical.  The cocks slipped out of his hands as the
twins sank to their knees, and two things happened then.  A good one-half
of Kevin's mammoth tool disappeared into a hot, wet mouth, and a tongue
snaked its way straight up his bunghole.  Kevin gasped in surprise and
delight.  He had always been a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of fucker,
largely because chicks didn't know what to do with his huge tool other than
take in their pussies.  None of them had ever licked his asshole, and he
was loving him some of the lapping that was going on back there.  Absurdly,
he worried that he might fart and spoil the whole thing.

The twin that was in front of him (he couldn't tell them apart for the life
of him) got down even lower and took his balls into his mouth.  Aaaaah!
Reginald had only been able to manage one at a time, but this kid was
giving his rocks a good tongue and spit bath that made them release a
teaspoon or so of precum onto the boy's back.  Kevin's dick was so big that
even when it was at maximum erection, it was more or less horizontal, and
it was draped across Troy's head as Troy lapped away at the farm boy's big
balls.  In back, Lance had his tongue lodged inside Kevin's tight virgin
asshole, moving it around to give the big boy a sensation he had probably
never had in his life.

Dave was naked, too.  There was no way he could keep his cock in his shorts
when there was this obscenely huge white boy cock on display, with the
gorgeous twins coiling their way around Kevin's body.  And then Kevin
looked at him and sort of cocked his head in his direction, and so Dave
walked over to where Troy was nuzzling the big pair of balls, took Kevin's
gorged cock in his hand, and bent down to take it into his mouth.  He was
glad that he'd had practice on the twins and their dad.  There was no way
his nose was going to be in this guy's pubes, the cock was just too big,
but Dave generated all the spit he could to suckle the enormous tool to the
very best of his ability.

It was this scene which greeted Patrick when he peeked over the top of the
dune.  The tall blond kid was just standing there, letting the twins and
the Irishman work him over.  Patrick's cock inflated to its full eight
inches, and he raised his butt and shrugged off his shorts.  The sand was
rough and hot against his prick, and he sort of frottaged it as he watched,
gape-jawed at the scene before him.  Automatically he crawled a little bit
forward, and then a little bit more forward ...

And then the sand under him gave way and went avalanching down the side of
the dune, Patrick O'Halloran sliding down with it as naked as the day that
he had been born.  He scrambled for purchase against the sand, but in vain,
and he slid all the way down to the bottom of the dune.  Horrified, he
looked up and saw all four boys looking at him, Kevin's cock still in
Dave's hand, and the twins staring hard.

"You OK?" That was one of the twins, the one who'd been sucking on Kevin's
big balls.

Patrick nodded.  Yeah, he wasn't hurt, just as mortified as he could
possibly be.  Joshua hadn't warned him that the sand was so soft.

The twin hopped to his feet and came over to Patrick.  He looked down at
him and said, "Well, if you decided to drop in, then you'd better come and
have some lunch with us."  Troy.  Always the smartass.

Patrick scrambled to his feet, uncomfortably aware that his eight inches
were harder than he could ever remember them being.  The twin gave his cock
a squeeze and made it jump.

"Gentlemen, we have some company," Troy announced, and still holding on to
the lifeguard's boner, he led him over to the group.  Kevin's cock had
wilted with the surprise of a naked man sliding down the dune, but gosh,
here was another looker.  When Reginald had told him that he was setting
him up with a pair of brothers, he had not expected to see Reginald's
friend in the group, but hadn't minded, because Dave had always been nice
to him and, come to think of it, sort of reminded him of one of the boys
he'd watched rutting away on the Internet the day before.  He had not
expected the brothers to be blond and identical and beautiful.  And he
certainly hadn't expected this blond dude to appear on the scene.  But here
he was.  And he was not about to run away.  Not with his dick being held in
a hand and his balls and bunghole cool in the breeze after having had hot
tongues and mouths on them.  His cock disappeared back into Dave's
slobbering mouth, and Kevin forgot all about being surprised.

Seeing that Dave was taking care of business with the big-cocked hick from
the farm, Troy and Lance turned their attentions to the new arrival.  He
was short, but hugely muscular, and they wasted no time driving him half
insane with their hard hands and their hot tongues.  Like Kevin had done
before him, Pat grabbed the two twin cocks and almost shot a load right
then and there when he felt how perfectly silky and rock-hard they were.
Just one of these beauties would have been enough to haunt Patrick's dreams
until kingdom come, but there were two of them.

When Patrick had been brought close to the pinnacle of the mountaintop
three or four times and let back down each time, he heard Troy say that he
had a great idea.  What about a daisy chain?

Kevin knew what a daisy chain was.  He hadn't just fallen off the potato
truck, after all.  But he felt his heart start to pound a little bit
harder.  In a daisy chain, he was going to have to suck cock, too.  An
image of Elaine popped up in his brain, but it took Kevin less than one
second to mentally tell her to fuck off.  He had sucked Reginald's prick
the day before, hadn't he?  He would do his best.

It was Lance on Dave, Dave on Patrick, Patrick on Troy, Troy on Kevin and
Kevin on Lance once they got themselves arranged in the circle on the soft,
warm sand.  Kevin felt his dick engulfed in the warm moistness of Troy's
hot mouth.  He took a deep breath, looked at Lance's boner for a bit,
licked his lips, and dove in.  The big cock banged against the back of his
throat, and he almost choked, but Kevin realized that he had never felt as
hot and sexy as he was feeling right now, and so he went back to work,
tasting the precum that was leaking out of Lance's big balls and lapping
down every drop of it.

Patrick, for his part, would happily have sucked off all four of these
studs without expecting anything in return, but here he was, with a twin
cock in his mouth and a scrappy fellow Irishman slobbering away on his
eight-incher.  Patrick had never in his life had sex with more than one boy
at a time, and now here he was with four.  He sent up a little prayer of
thanks for Joshua and the information that the string bean pothead had
given him.  It hadn't quite worked out the way Patrick had planned.  He had
planned to stay up at the top of the dune, watching until his hormones just
couldn't take it anymore and then whacking himself off.  Not that he was
complaining.

The moaning started, as much as a guy can moan with a big prick invading
his mouth, and it was again Troy who took it to the next level.  He raised
his head up from Kevin's massive tool, which had been irrigating the sexy
twin's libido with lots of tasty precum, and said "Who wants to fuck?"

Kevin stopped right there.  He had Lance's throbbing boner in his mouth,
and he was OK with that, but fucking?  He really wasn't fresh off the boat,
he knew that for gay boys it meant contact between a cock and an asshole.
Was Troy suggesting that he fuck someone?  Jesus, was he suggesting that
somebody else oughta shove a prick up his poop chute?  Patrick was another
one who had never experienced another boy putting his pride inside him for
some in-depth lovemaking.

No one had to worry.  Lance and Troy loved getting their buttholes fucked,
and they especially liked it when two different guys fucked them while that
was happening.  They could look at each other and grin as they were
pummeled, loving every second of it.  Dave and Patrick volunteered
immediately.  Dave knew the twins and was turned on by them almost to the
point of unbearable passion, and Patrick breathed a sigh of relief that he
could put off the day of reckoning with this bunghole and the prick of
another boy.  The two of them looked at each other, and Lance and Troy lay
down on the warm sand and raised their legs up above their heads.  Kevin
watched that happening, and Jesus, it was a sight to behold the two of 'em.
Two peas in a pod, but the best looking damn peas in the whole fucking
world.  Kevin had watched guys shoving it up each other's butts on the
Internet, and he was interested in seeing what a dude's butthole would feel
like in comparison to a pussy.

But first it was Dave and Patrick's turn to get themselves into some deep
twin fucking.  They supported themselves on their powerful forearms as
their cocks plunged into Troy and Lance's bungholes, and they looked at
each other and leaned toward each other to give some tongue to tongue.  The
twins masturbated their identical big cocks while the two boys gave them
the fuck of a lifetime.  It was exactly when Kevin was starting to feel
distinctly left out that one of the twins (he could never tell them apart)
called out to him, "Dude, bring that cock over here!"

And so Kevin got down on his knees in the sand and fed his huge prick into
the twin's mouth.  Troy closed his eyes as the huge tool invaded his mouth
as Dave's powerful Irish cock rammed his tight burning asshole.  Right next
to him, his brother Lance looked jealously at his twin for getting to suck
the biggest cock in the dunes, fuck, the whole fucking state, but he
couldn't help but get off seriously on getting ass rammed by the lifeguard
who he knew had been watching him and Troy for a long time.

Kevin would not have thought it possible just 24 hours before, but he
looked at Lance and saw a desire in his face and realized that it related
to his tool.  Well, dude, there was plenty to go around.  Kevin knee-walked
around Troy's head and around Lance's head in the sand, and when he was on
the right side of Lance, he presented his cock to him, and it was well
received, indeed.

A couple of minutes later, the twin who was suckling on his big boner
looked up at him with his big blue eyes and said, "Wanna fuck me?"

Kevin looked down at the sexy 17-year-old surfer jock who was masturbating
his big prick and getting fucked up the butt by Reginald's friend.  He
realized that yeah, he really did wanna fuck him.  Matter of fact, Kevin
wanted that more than he had wanted anything in a long time.

Dave was glad to give up his role as a fucker to Kevin, because he knew
that the guy's arrival into the world of all that is good about the male
human body had occurred very recently, and he knew that Kevin would love
what was about to happen to him.

Kevin put the tip of his massive tool up against Lance's asshole, and
because the twin had been sucking it, it was slick, and it slid smoothly
inside the tight, warm asshole.  He registered Lance masturbating harder
when the big rod invaded his innards, and both boys were loving it for
separate reasons, Lance for always liking a big cock up his butt, but being
limited to his twin brother's 10 inches and his daddy's foot-long, and now
being pummeled by a cock that certainly gave daddy a run for its money, and
Kevin because oh, yeah, oh, Jesus, oh, motherfucker, the place where his
cock was right now was tighter and warmer and sexier than any pussy he had
ever visited for a fucking.  Kevin wondered what he had missed during his
first 18 years in terms of the fact that it was only now that he was
recognizing how the best use of his cock and imagination related to guys
after all.  Especially if the guy was one of two perfect identical twins,
the other one laying right next to him with the lifeguard's rod up his
butt.

Dave wasn't about to be left out.  He leaned down to access the powerful
body that the lifeguard was supporting with his strong arms, and he bent
forward and put his tongue on the young man's asshole, earning him a grind
back into his tongue right away.  He tested a finger, and more grinding
back, and then two, and a couple of minutes later Dave O'Malley was shoving
his slick cock up inside Patrick O'Halloran's virgin asshole, sealing an
Irish bond between the two of them, while Dave was driving Troy insane with
his pile driving.  Pat's cock got harder inside Troy's hot ass as his butt
got invaded for the first but oh, man, not the last time.

For Kevin as the latest arrival into the orbit of the two twins, the
experience was new and fresh, and he knew that he had found his nirvana.
Lance took his massive tool with aplomb, staring straight into Kevin's eyes
as he gasped through the power fucking that was being given to him.  Lance
looked to his left, and Troy looked to his right, and the two of them
winked at each other, and then their ten inch cocks were erupting in
streams of righteous cum.  Those two boys plastered themselves with juice.
No man or boy on this planet will ever experience a better penis-inducing
experience than watching two flesh and blood brothers yank their willies
off at the same time.  Kevin couldn't.  One second after the first splat of
steaming sperm hit Lance smack in the chin, the lanky farm boy yielded
himself to his destiny, and he blasted a load into the hot boy's ass that
would have flooded some farming areas back where he came from.

Patrick was no less resistant to his twin, Troy, staring straight at him
and licking his lips while he masturbated his ten inch cock to the
splashing conclusion.  Pat released his seed into the boy's ass at the same
exact moment that his fellow Mick from County Monaghan seeded his butthole
with hot male cum.

They fell on each other.  Arms were exhausted, assholes were exhausted,
cocks were exhausted.  If anyone had been watching from up top on the dune,
he would have seen five naked bodies at the peak of perfection, all piled
up in a big sexy mass.

Someone was.  Joshua blasted off the best orgasm of his life looking at the
five of them.  He was higher than a kite, and a fellow lifeguard had
accommodatingly come along to replace him for half an hour while he went to
"pee." Joshua was an all-opportunity kinda dude.  He didn't care who made
his dick hard, he just liked it to be hard, and when he had first spotted
the foursome down in the sandy valley while actually taking a pee, he
realized that if his dick wanted to respond to four other dicks, there were
certainly worse-looking dicks in worse-looking crotches on worse-looking
dudes in the world.  And as he sat up in his lifeguard chair and thought
about Patrick, who was always nice to him despite his being a slagging
pothead, watching the sex, he got a little bit jealous.  So it was good
that five or ten minutes later Rick came ambling along.  Rick was a fellow
lifeguard, it was his day off, and he had come to the beach to show off his
bod (at the age of 20, he was a nationally ranked bodybuilder in the
bantamweight division) to the chicks.  He was most amenable to letting
Joshua go off for a bit and watch the beach in his place.  The view from up
in the chair, after all, was a good one.  Everybody was happy.  Rick got to
look at the titties in their bikini tops from up above.  Joshua got to go
up into the dunes and whack himself off to a fantastic orgasm looking at
his boss doing the nasty with four hot guys who were just as nasty as he
was.  Cool!

***

Reginald came wandering into the club an hour and a half or so after the
twins took his roommate off to the beach for some "surfing," and he looked
so morose that Sam took pity on him.  Reginald really was not bad looking
at all.  Not much in the way of muscles, but pretty eyes, a nice smile.  It
was just that Queen Mother persona that kept guys from seeing that.

Sam disappeared for a minute, and when he came back, he told Reginald that
as far as he, Sam, was concerned, this would be a most excellent time for
Reginald to go in and have himself a sauna.  Reginald looked at him.

"And why, pray tell, would I wish to do something like that?"

"There might be someone in there who you might like," Sam said.  "And maybe
you might like the someone who might be in there."

Reginald had to grin.  "You ought to pursue a career in the law, my boy.
Never have I heard such obfuscation."

Sam was as patient as the next guy, but this dude was too much.  He reached
across the bar and swatted Reginald on the side of the head.  "Go," he
said.  "Go, or I will never give you a wine cooler again."

Reginald frowned at him, but he hopped off his stool anyway.  "Very well,"
he said.  "If you are to be so inexorably insistent, I shall declare that
some heat might be just the thing for these old bones."  He disappeared
into the wet area.

Sam picked up a glass and a towel and smiled to himself.  The boy in the
sauna was the son of a British couple who lived in town.  The mother was
the club's bookkeeper and the father was a diplomat who worked for the
local British consulate.  The son, who was called Henry, had come on to Sam
the first time he and his parents had visited the club.  He was 18 years
old, had graduated from an elite school in Britain with top honors and was
scheduled to return to England in the fall to take up a place at Oxford.
He managed to combine his brilliant mind with equally brilliant looks.
Young Henry's father looked like a myopic turtle, and his mother was
nothing much to look at, but Henry had tapped the genes of someone
beautiful in his more distant past.  He was nearly six feet tall, neatly
and trimly proportioned as a youngster who was a natural at any sport that
he tried (much to the befuddlement of his father, who had hated sport in
school and had stopped engaging in it the moment he was no longer required
to take part).  Not coincidentally for Sam's purposes, the boy also had an
uncut schlong between his legs that took the breath away.  Sam had poked
his head into the sauna to ask Henry whether he would be prepared to spend
some time with a friend of his, and Henry had smiled amiably and said sure.
Henry had had a string of sexy boyfriends back home, all of them twitchy in
his blond and beautiful presence.  It started with the fagging that was
still a prominent, if less publicized element in the experience of young
lads at Britain's top private boy's schools and went on to proper shagging
and loving, but here in America he was feeling a bit lonely.  He didn't
need to go to school during the summer break, so he had no access to the
American football captains and preppy teenagers who, according to American
television programs, populated American high schools in great numbers.  So
far Sam had been his only release, on one memorable occasion Henry hiding
under the bar and sucking Sam's dripping cock while Sam served cocktails to
patrons up above.

Reginald got undressed in the locker room and put his clothes neatly in a
locker.  He took one of the towels from the heap and wrapped it around his
waist.  He checked himself out in the mirror to make sure his hair wasn't a
mess and that he didn't have anything stuck between his teeth.  Then he
took a deep breath and opened the wooden door to the sauna.

There in front of him was a blond angel who was sitting on the middle tier
and had his towel loosely draped across his legs.  The angel smiled at him
and said, "Hello.  My name is Henry."

Reginald immediately recognized the real deal.  His faux British persona
maybe fooled the rubes, but it wasn't going to work with this boy.  So he
said "Hi.  I'm Reggie."

"Nice to meet you, Reggie." And then the angel lifted up his towel, showed
Reginald what was underneath, and added: "Fancy having a go?"

Reginald's penis had liked Henry from the word "Hello," and Reginald let
his towel drop, painfully aware that his six and then a bit inches looked
minuscule in comparison to the fat uncut teen cock that was twitching and
rising up between Henry's legs, but he boy didn't seem to mind and said,
"Oh, that's nice."

So Reginald clambered up to where Henry was sitting, and Henry embraced him
in muscular arms, his tongue warm in Reginald's mouth.  The angel's hand
found Reggie's erect member and stroked it lightly, almost making Reginald
cum right then and there.  He reached over between Henry's legs, and lord,
but it was a cock!  It seemed to weigh a ton, and when the foreskin peeled
back, there was a bulbous cockhead just waiting to be sucked.

And suck it Reginald did.  With a silent thanks to Kevin for having
reintroduced him to the world of fellatio, and with an equally ginormous
dick, to boot, he dove down into Henry's crotch like a starving man dives
down into a plate of food.  Needless to say, he could no more deep throat
the boy's member than he had been able to do the same with Kevin's, but he
was rewarded with a warm coo of "Mmm, that's nice," and a hand that began
to stroke his hair gently.  The other hand felt around until Reginald's
boner was in it once again.

Reginald breathed more deeply, and a bit more of Henry's fat cock slid into
his mouth and toward his throat.  He breathed more deeply still, and even
more of the silky skin slid across his tongue.  He fondled the British
lad's heavy balls in his hand, earning another murmur of appreciation.
Reginald could see the curls of blond pubic hair which surrounded Henry's
magnificent member, and he felt dizzy

After a few minutes, the blond angel raised Reginald's head from his lap,
smiled his heartbreaking smile, and said "My turn."  Reginald sat back,
Henry climbed one tier town, turned around, knelt, and licked Reginald's
genitals from the base of the balls to the tip of the engorged cock.  He
repeated the action several times, and Reginald could see him languidly
masturbating his enormous tool in his fist.  Henry took Reggie's cock into
his mouth and suckled on it, using lots of spit as lubrication.  A hand
stroked Reggie's balls, and a finger descended below to tickle his asshole.
Reginald was in seventh heaven as the warm mouth nuzzled his swollen
member, and the finger on his bunghole felt ... well, Reginald had never
been buttfucked in his life, but right now he would have let this beautiful
boy from England tear his heart out of his chest and hold it up in the air.
The finger slowly slid into Reginald's tight virgin asshole, and when Henry
raised his beautiful face and said "Fancy a shag?", Reginald took a deep
breath and nodded.

Henry pulled Reginald a bit forward for better access to his ass and went
back down to give the puckered hole some oral loving.  He rough-tongued
Reginald's ass crack and used a lighter tongue to tickle and tease the
chute.  Then he spit in his hand to lube up his erect monster and lifted
Reginald's legs into the air.  When the penis started its entry into
Reggie's untested canal, Reginald closed his eyes and grit his teeth.  Oh,
Jesus, it hurt!

"Relax and breathe," the soft voice said, and Reginald tried to obey.  He
felt like his whole body was splitting in two.  He could feel the enormous
cock slipping deeper and deeper into him, and he clenched his jaw to keep
from crying out.  He felt it ironic that his cock was still hard enough to
pile drive a pylon into the ground - his ass was completely on fire.

And then it happened.  The pain melted into something completely different.
Ecstasy flooded Reginald's asshole as it was stretched to its limits.  When
Henry's crotch finally touched Reggie's butt cheeks, the vast organ fully
entombed inside the virgin ass, Reginald opened his eyes, gasped and said
"Fuck me, please!"

Henry was happy to oblige.  He grabbed Reginald by the hips and began to
ram his turgid tool in and out of the super-tight ass that he had been
given.  He gazed down on the boy he was shagging and saw ecstasy mingling
with astonishment in his face.  Henry shrewdly guessed that this one was
fairly inexperienced and desperately wanting of what he was giving him.  He
mentally congratulated Reginald on taking his todger in one go.  His
experience back at school once his organ had surpassed those of older boys
in length and girth was that most boys wouldn't let it anywhere near their
arses, but this one had been game from the get go.  Smashing!

Henry saw that Reginald was just lying there, his eyes closed and his mouth
open in ecstasy, and so he said, "Why don't you have a wank?" Reginald
opened his eyes and shook his head.  "Not yet," he said.  "I just want you
to ... shag me some more, OK?"

Henry smiled at him.  "Long as you want, guvnor.  Long as you want."

In the event, if anyone had been counting, it was seven minutes and
twenty-three seconds when Henry grunted, "It's coming now, love." Reggie
grabbed his screaming prick, and when the first spurt of hot seed irrigated
Reginald's insides, his balls erupted, and cum came flying out at
supersonic speed - all over Reginald's face, all over his chest and
stomach, for all he knew all over the sauna.  He was half insane with joy
about being impaled on the huge cumming cock, and he thought that he could
die happy right there in the sauna, sweat pouring off of his body and
Henry's for the heat of the sauna itself and for the passionate sexiness of
what they were doing.

When Reginald's ass was evacuated of is wonderful occupant, he felt empty.
Henry leaned forward to lick up some of Reggie's cum from his torso, and
Reginald pulled him forward for a sloppy, lots of tongue and damn the
Yankees kiss that lasted for several fantastic minutes.  Finally the
British angel flipped himself over to sit down beside Reginald.

"Feeling better now?"

Reginald turned his head to look at him.  Feeling better in comparison to
what?  He was feeling fucking beyond words is what he was feeling, plus for
the first time in his 19 years Reginald Thompson was feeling sexy and buff
and desirable.

"Sam told me that your friends ran off without you," Henry said.  "Bloody
shame.  I hope I was a good substitute."

Reginald felt a moment of annoyance about Sam's gabbiness, but in the end,
who cared?  And so he said: "I wouldn't have changed this moment for all
the tea in China."

Henry leaned over and gave him a kiss.  "I'm glad," he said.  "You know,
you're not half bad for a first-time shaggee."

Reginald grimaced.  "Was it that obvious?"

"It's not every day one gets to deflower a virgin," Henry said.  "And you
were a champ for keeping your John Thomas rigid and saluting through all of
it."

Reginald grinned at him.  "Down here we'all call it a cock, pardner."

Henry chucked him under the chin and flashed another gorgeous smile.  "Or a
prick.  Or a boner.  Or a schlong.  Or a wiener.  Or a dong.  Or a bone.
Or a 100% all-beef thermometer."

Reginald bust out laughing.  "All-beef thermometer?  That's a new one on
me."

"Henry knows everything," the blond angel told him solemnly.  "For
instance, Henry knows that we should exit this steamy place before it cooks
our insides."

The two of them went out to the shower are and stood under streaming water
for a good five minutes, letting it wash away any cares that they might
have and massage their muscles for them.  Henry told Reginald about coming
to America as the son of a diplomat, and Reggie told Henry about studying
international relations at the university.  He wasn't about to start
discussing what he had been doing with one of the friends who, as the
British boy had put it, run off without him.  And for the first time in
many moons, Reginald did not feel it necessary to put on his Buckingham
Palace persona.  He was an American, damn it, and he didn't need to
compete.

***

Andy, Taz and Eric had spent the day away from home.  Mrs. Mantelman, tired
of them slamming around the house, gave them money to go to the movies and
then to a carnival that was passing through town.  They went to see "Epic,"
which Taz and Andy loved and Eric thought was kind of stupid.  At the
carnival, they gorged themselves on corn dogs and cotton candy and rode all
of the rides, some of them two or three times.  Andy distinguished himself
by winning a huge stuffed giraffe after managing to toss a ring onto a
bottle neck with precision.  Best of all, the carnival included a traveling
circus, and the three boys sat in the front row as clowns made them laugh
and trapeze artists made them gasp.  There were beautiful white tigers and
a horse which danced forward and backward with its rider in firm control.
Then an exotic woman wearing a long, flowing dress and a turban on her
head, with two young men pushing a cage with a cloth on top of it.  The
woman took the cloth off the cage and turned it all around to show that
there was nothing in it.  She took a long red scarf from around her neck
and put it inside the cage, closing the door and latching it.  The cloth
went back over the cage, the cage was spun around once, and when the cloth
came off ... there was a little white dog in the cage!  The woman took the
dog out of the cage, and it licked her face happily, wagging its tail.  The
trick was repeated several times, with bigger cages and with various
objects being replaced in turn by a gorgeous parrot with colorful feathers,
a monkey wearing a little vest and cap, a huge snake (Andy cowered back -
he hated snakes), and three cats.  The crowning number involved one of the
young men who was assisting the woman.  He got into the cage, it was spun
around, and when the cloth came off, the crowd gasped as one.  One of the
white tigers was inside the cage!  The woman smiled and bowed, and then she
pointed upward.  Everyone looked.  The boy who had been in the cage was
swinging from his knees on one of the trapezes!  Andy, Taz and Eric looked
at each other in amazement as they applauded.  How had that happened?  What
a perfect afternoon!

When the performance was over, the three boys exited the tent, Andy lugging
his giraffe with him.  There were trailers in a row for the performers, and
sitting on the steps of one of them was one of the acrobats who had
thrilled them up on the trapeze.  He had black hair and huge muscles, and
he was only wearing a pair of shorts.

The young man smiled at them.  "You like show?"  His name was Yuri, he was
from Vladivostok in Russia, and he was spending his summer traveling with
the American circus.  He was only 18, young for an acrobat, but he came
from a whole family of flying trapeze artists and had come to America
mostly to get away from his father, who was something of a tyrant.

The boys were enchanted by the big teenager, who was speaking in a funny
accent.  They affirmed that they had, indeed, enjoyed the show.  Andy said
that he hoped that he would be able to do something like that when he got
older, and the boy smiled at him, showing dimples.

"You want come inside?" he inquired, pointing back at the trailer with his
thumb.  "I show you pictures from circus."

The trio was game.  They clambered up the steps with their new friend.
Yuri had several albums of photographs from circus performances back in
Russia.  "This my father.  This my mother.  This my brother.  This my other
brother.  This Uncle Gennady."  The four of them were sitting on the small
couch in the trailer, Yuri in the middle, Andy on one side, Taz and Eric on
the other.  The boys were dressed in T-shirts and shorts, and Andy could
feel his thigh touching the hugely muscled leg of the exotic acrobat.  He
leaned in closer against the Russian's pumped body as he looked at the
photographs, and Yuri put a muscular arm around his shoulders.  This pretty
little American boy reminded him of home.  Yuri was the youngest of five
brothers, and because all of them slept in one room in the two-bedroom
apartment in Vladivostok which they shared with their parents, they quite
naturally began to explore each other's bodies just as soon as they were
old enough to understand what they were doing with their Russian uncut
cocks.  Yuri had spent many happy nights with one brother cock in his
mouth, another one in his ass, a couple more in his hands.  He had been
nine years old the first time that his brothers had introduced him to
masturbation and fellatio, and the boy who was leaning against him reminded
him of himself back then.  Gently he put a big hand on Andy's thigh.  The
response was for the boy to nuzzle even closer to his body, so Yuri slowly
and without looking at him slid his hand upward until it was on top of his
shorts and feeling the erect little penis that was inside.

On his other side, Taz was watching the hand movement with much interest,
and always being the impish sort, he did the same thing to the Russian that
the Russian was doing to Andy.  He, too, started on the boy's thigh, and
his little hand slid upward until it was on top of the shorts and feeling
the very big erect penis that was inside.  Immediately Eric did the same to
Taz, only he didn't waste time on the thigh, he just went straight for the
boner.

Yuri put the album that was in his lap back on the table.  He gave a tug at
Andy's shorts and said "Maybe take off?" The boy who was sitting on his
left had his hand up his shorts and was tickling his big balls, and the
other boy, who looked older, seemed to be having a tango dancing in his
shorts.

Andy hopped off the couch and pulled his shorts and underwear down.  As
always, his boy penis was almost vertical in its erection.  Taz immediately
followed suit, and ditto, and Eric wasn't about to stay dressed, so ditto
once again.  Yuri looked at the three beautiful boners and pointed at his
own shorts.  "You take off?"  Andy and Taz hooked their fingers under the
waistband and pulled the shorts off.  The acrobat wasn't wearing anything
underneath, and what came out was a Lance-sized cock, only unlike Lance's,
this one had skin around the top.  The boys were fascinated.

Yuri leaned to his right, put a big hand on Andy's butt and pulled him
close.  Andy gasped as his genitals were engulfed in warm moistness.  At
that same moment, Yuri felt his prick being hefted up, and then a small
mouth encircled it, his foreskin was pulled back, and a tongue began
lapping at his swollen cockhead.  From the corner of his eye, Yuri could
see the older boy getting down on his knees in front of the couch and
putting his head into the lap of the younger boy who was suckling on his
Russian tool.  He imagined that all three boys must have lots of brothers.
Where else would they have learned to do what they were doing?

For the next fifteen minutes, the ripped Russian gymnast worshipped the
three young bodies that were snaking around him, and the three young boys
equally worshipped their hard-bodied, big-dicked new friend.  They took
turns sucking Yuri's dick and licking his big, hanging balls, and they also
took turns putting their faces between the acrobat's rock-hard ass cheeks
to give some tongue to his bunghole.  All the while Yuri was muttering and
groaning things in a language which the boys didn't understand, but that
didn't matter.  The young Russian insisted on sucking each of the three
penises to a crashing orgasm, his mouth hot on the swollen flesh.  He
swallowed every drop of Eric's teen cum while massaging the boy's balls.
Then he asked whether the boys would do some more of that on him, and they
were happy to comply.  Again they took turns on the cock and the balls and
the butt as Yuri thought that none of his brothers had ever sucked him as
well as the blond boy who had started the whole game was doing.  Just for
kicks, at one point he did a handstand on his muscular arms and loved
having his cock suckled while it was upside down.  When it was time for the
big Russian to release his seed, all three boys got down on their knees in
front of him and raised their faces to accept the slathering of cum that
erupted all over them.  Their hands were on Yuri's balls and muscular
thighs and hard butt, and he ejaculated passionately into the three mouths
that were open to receive his gift.  Yuri hadn't expected to get sexy with
three of the circus's patrons, but he was glad that it was these three.  He
kept his dripping Russian cock on the beautiful faces as the three boys
masturbated themselves to a second fantastic orgasm.

The boys and the acrobat put their clothes back on, and Yuri loaded his new
friends up with bags of circus souvenirs that he and the other performers
passed out sometimes.  He told them that he'd be in town for another week
if maybe they wanted to come to the circus again, and he gave each of them
a special guest pass that would allow them to ride all of he rides and
visit the circus for free.

Andy, Taz and Eric were aglow as they trudged back home, carrying their
souvenir bags and Andy lugging his big giraffe.  When they got home, Andy's
mom oohed and aahed over the stuffed toy and the free passes, and the boys
chattered all about what fun they had had.  Of course, they omitted the
last part of the adventure.  She would not have understood.