Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 02:49:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 12

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 12

In our last chapter, big-cocked Kevin found himself more and more
inexorably drawn into the wonderful world of cock-on-cock action as he went
surfing with the sexy twins and a friend of his roommate.  A sand dune
accident brought another hard body into his orbit.  Reginald was given the
gift of an astonishingly beautiful British boy from England who nearly
split him apart with his massive Limey cock.  And Andy, Taz and Eric loved
the movie they saw, loved the fair they visited, loved the rides they rode,
loved the circus they watched, and particularly loved getting naked and
boned with a ripped and horny Russian acrobat.  We'll continue where we
left off.

When Patrick got back to the lifeguard's chair, it was getting late in the
afternoon.  Most of the families that had come to the beach were long gone,
and there were just a few people still out in the water.  He watched a
young man in flowery board shorts surfing a big crest and felt an automatic
twitch in his shorts.

Joshua peered down at him from the chair and commented, "You look like the
cat that just fucked the canary."

Patrick grinned up at him.  "I just came by to thank you for turning me on
to what they were doing," he said.  "I sort of accidentally joined in."

Joshua furrowed his brow.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

So Patrick told his friend about how he had overcompensated with his weight
and slid straight down the side of the dune, buck ass naked, only to be
welcomed into the mashup that was only just developing.

"Yeah?  Dude, that one guy had the biggest motherfucking cock I ever seen
in my life, and I ain't got no pencil dick myself.  You get to suck it?"

Now it was Patrick's turn to furrow his brow.  Joshua had apparently always
known that Pat's eyes turned toward the cock and not the pussy, but what
was with these questions?  He shook his head.  "Nope."

Joshua leaned over the edge of the lifeguard's chair and dropped his voice
to a conspiratorial whisper.  "Dude, wanna know the truth?  I jacked myself
a hot one lookin' at those dudes."

"Really."

"Yup."  The pothead seemed proud of himself.  "Rubbed one out all over the
sand up there."

"Didn't they see you?"

Joshua looked insulted.  "I know how to keep outta the way, dude.  Nah,
they didn't see me, but I seen them." He tapped the side of head.  "I got
real good eyesight."

"I thought you had a girlfriend."

"Had is right," Joshua said.  "She dumped my ass a couple'a days ago, said
I smoke too much pot."  His face took on a look of bemusement.  "Ain't no
such thing as too much pot."

Patrick could have quarreled with that statement, but news that Joshua was
swinging single and had masturbated himself while watching four male
teenagers doing the dirty seemed like an angle worth pursuing further.

"I did get to fuck one of the twins," he volunteered.

Joshua grinned.  "Yeah?  Real nice, them boys.  Their cocks just as
identical as the rest of 'em?"

"I didn't look that close, dude.  I suppose they must be."

"What's it feel like, puttin' your hog inside a dude's butthole?  Is it
like a pussy?"

Patrick had never been closer than a country mile from a pussy since he'd
come out head first from his mama's one, so he had no basis for comparison,
but he said, "Tighter."

Joshua pondered this for a moment.  "I expect you're right," he said.  "You
get a couple'a big cocks inside a pussy and it gets sloppy like."  And
then: "What about suckin'?  Dude do it better than a chick?"

Again Patrick had no basis for comparison, but he said, "Of course.  Guys
know what guys like."  Where was Joshua going with this questioning?  He
couldn't see it, but his colleague's cock was starting to snake its way out
the leg hole of his shorts.  Patrick himself was too surprised to be
discussing gay sex with his presumably straight friend to get a hardon.
Not yet.

As he was pondering this, he jumped upon hearing a shrill whistle from up
above, and then Joshua's voice loudly amplified via the megaphone:
"Attention!  We have just received word of sharks in the vicinity.  I
repeat, sharks in the vicinity.  Please get out of the water immediately!"
The few people on who were still on the beach stood up and started looking
out into the ocean, but the ones who were in the water obeyed and
immediately started swimming for shore as fast as their arms could take
them.  Sharks were no joke in the area.

"We will be closing the beach at this time," Joshua said.  "Repeat, we will
be closing the beach at this time.  Please drive safely."

Patrick shook his head.  He knew damn well there were no sharks in the
water.  Joshua had plenty of chutzpah, for want of a better word, but what
was he doing?

His fellow lifeguard peered down at him again with a wicked glint in his
eye.

"We gonna talk cock sex, we gonna do it without anybody listening," he
said.

"Joshua," Patrick said in exasperation.  "You know you shouldn't ..."

But Joshua kneeled on the chair, looked to make sure that no one was
looking, and pulled down the front of his shorts to reveal his cock not
completely hard, but not soft either.  Patrick gulped and involuntarily
licked his lips.  Joshua tucked himself back in and sat back down.

"Closing time would be in half an hour anyway," he said.  Patrick sighed.
There was just no controlling this one, but the sight of his colleague's
cock in some state of tumescence made it clear that he wasn't going to
pursue his line of complaint any further.  He was only human.

Five minutes later, the beach was deserted.  Joshua peeked over the edge
again, motioned with a finger, and said "Come on up here."

Patrick climbed the wooden slats, half expecting Joshua to have his cock
out again, but in this he was disappointed.  He sat down next to the kid.

Joshua fished in his pocket and came out with a tightly rolled joint and a
lighter.  "Want some of this?"

Patrick shook his head.  He had never taken drugs and was not about to
start.  "No thanks."

"Suit yourself." Joshua lit up, took a deep hit, held it, and then released
the smoke with a whoosh.  "Me, it relaxes me."

Patrick thought to himself that if Joshua became any more relaxed, he would
be comatose, but he didn't say so.

"So what did you do with them guys?"

"You really want to know this?"

Joshua nodded emphatically, but said nothing, because he had another draw
of smoke in his lungs.

"Well, after I fell down the hill, one of the twins came and got me, and
then the two of them just sort of were all over me."

"Sucked your cock?"

"That, too.  After that one of them suggested that we do a daisy chain."

"What's that?"  Joshua knew perfectly well what a daisy chain was, but he
wanted to hear Patrick say it.

"It's like you suck on one guy, he sucks on the next one, he sucks on the
next one ... like that.  You're in a circle."

"Who did you suck?"

"One of the twins.  I couldn't tell them apart for the life of me."

Joshua took another drag.  "Who sucked you?"

"Dave.  The red-headed guy."

"Cool.  What happened then?"

"The twins wanted us to fuck them, and we did."

"Three of you, two of 'em.  How'd that work out?"

"It was me and Dave first.  Kevin gave his cock to the brothers to suck,
and then he also fucked one of them."

This was where Joshua had come in earlier.  Right in time to see Dave
pulling out of Lance's ass and Kevin diving in, with Dave then going over
to Patrick and sinking his big Irish cock into Pat's butthole.

"Anyone fuck you?"

Patrick shook his head.  He wasn't going to go that far with this
conversation.  Joshua didn't need to know everything.

Another puff, another exhale.  "Would you let me fuck you?"

Patrick looked at his friend, surprised.  "Would you want to?"

The kid shrugged languidly.  "Yeah, why not?  I already told you I got off
on what I was seein'." He knew that it wouldn't be prudent to tell Patrick
that he knew that Dave's cock had already been up the lifeguard's ass when
he'd jacked himself off.  The first pass he hadn't had time to masturbate,
he had to get to the chair and take over watching the ocean, but for the
first time in his life he'd been surprised to find that another guy could
turn him on.

There was a silence for a minute or two.  Patrick was thinking that if he
could take Dave's big cock up his virgin butt, he could handle Joshua.
Joshua wasn't thinking much of anything, he was burning the joint down to a
nub, and when he was done, he tossed the little bit remaining over the side
of the chair.

Then he turned toward Pat with his sleepy eyes and said, "So you said a guy
knows how to suck better than a chick?  Wanna show me?"

Patrick looked around.  "Here?"

"Sure," the stoner drawled.  "Ain't nobody around here 'cept you and me and
old Mustang here." He rubbed the front of his shorts.  Patrick could see
the tip of Joshua's cock sticking out of one of the leg holes and looked
away.

"Mustang?"

"Yeah, cause it can go from zero to 100 in ten seconds or less.  Whaddya
say?" Without waiting for an answer, Joshua raised his hips and pulled his
shorts down.  When Patrick turned to look, the kid's cock was already at
100, standing up straight from his crotch.  It was skinny, but probably at
least eight inches long, if not more, with an arrow-tipped cockhead, a pair
of balls hanging down onto the board of the lifeguard's seat and, Patrick
was surprised to see, neatly trimmed pubic hair.  He hadn't thought
straight men engaged in such grooming.

"Come on," Joshua said, grabbing his pole in his hand and giving it a
couple of strokes.  "I won't tell anyone.  Cross my heart I won't."

This third-grade promise almost made Patrick laugh, but he had to admit
that he had been wanting to see Joshua's cock boned up since the first time
he had seen it soft in the showers.  He had never paid attention to the
pubes before.

A drop of precum was glistening from the tip of Joshua's boner when Patrick
took the shaft in his fist and bent over to take the cock into his mouth.
Unlike getting a cock shoved up his ass, cocksucking was something he was
experienced at.  He wasn't proud of it, but his money allowed him to hire
the occasional male prostitute, and each time he made sure in advance that
the young man would let him suck him off to climax and also that he had not
yet climaxed that day.  Patrick had sucked bigger cocks than Joshua's.

He made some spit in his mouth and suckled on the arrow cockhead a bit, and
then he dove down until his nose was in Joshua's pubes.  And at that very
moment he was surprised to hear Joshua gasp, and more surprised to get a
powerful blast of cum right in his throat.  He pulled back a bit as the
pothead's balls emptied out, but he wasn't about to let a drop of the cum
go to waste.  He swallowed every one.

When he looked up, Joshua was looking down at him abashed.  "I'm really
sorry, dude," he said.  "I never cum ...  I mean, I never expected that to
feel so fuckin' awesome.  Jesus!"

Patrick smiled at him.  "Glad you liked it."

"Want me to do you?"

"Do you want to?"

"Well, I never done it before, but seein' as how you did me, it's only
fair, right?"

And so Patrick pulled down his shorts, Joshua was the one who bent over,
and tentatively at first and then with increasingly greater aplomb as he
got used to the big dick in his mouth, Joshua gave him a wet, slobbering
blowjob that felt amazing for the two minutes and fifty seven seconds that
it took the stoner to coax the juice out of Patrick's steaming balls.  His
head jerked back a bit when the first splat of cum hit his tongue, but he
kept the cock in his mouth until it stopped trembling and nothing more was
coming out of it.

Joshua sat up and ran the back of his hand across his mouth to catch a
couple of drops of cum that had leaked out.  "That wasn't so bad."

Patrick cuffed him on the shoulder.  "That's not what you're supposed to
say to a guy who's just spooged in your mouth."

Joshua gave him a bleary grin.  "OK.  Then I'll say that I wanna do it
again sometime."  And then: "Especially if you do me again.  Dude, I never
felt anything like that in my whole life!"

Patrick could have eaten Joshua up right then and there, sitting there with
his shorts down around his ankles, and his newly pleasured cock hanging
down between his skinny thighs.  "It's a promise," he said.

***

An hour or so after Reginald and Henry emerged from the sauna, refreshed in
ways that both of them enjoyed, the Impala came roaring into the parking
lot and to a screeching halt.  Sam shook his head behind the bar.  Troy
always drove like a maniac.  He hoped that it wouldn't come back to bite
the handsome twin on the ass.

The twins, Dave and Kevin poured into the club, chattering away about what
a great time they'd had.

"This one's a natural born surfer," Troy declared, patting Kevin on the
back.

Kevin blushed and ducked his head.  "Aw, I spent more time in the water
than up on that damn board," he said.

"Not during the last ten minutes," Troy said bracingly.  "You were a
natural out there."

"Dave did pretty well, too," Lance averred, his arm around the sexy
Irishman's shoulders.

"What Kevin said," Dave said.  He hadn't been too stable on the slippery
board either.

While this conversation was going on, four pairs of eyes were examining the
one person in the room whom none of them had ever seen before, and the eyes
of that person were equally appraising them.  To Troy and Lance, Henry was
just another in a series of beautiful young men they'd come across.  To
Dave, newly minted as a person whom Ann Coulter would hate, he was simply
drop-dead, and to Kevin, equally fresh from the homo printing press, he was
another piece of evidence to show that if you knew where to look, you could
find guys who were just as ... well, as hot as any girl, just in a totally
different way.  Henry, in turn, was trying hard not to let his cock rise
and sing Hail Britannia as he looked at the beyond-hot twins, the sturdy
Irishman and the kid who seemed to have a snake hanging down from his
crotch in his coveralls.  He hopped off the stool, approached them and
stuck out his hand.

"Hello.  I'm Henry."

"Troy."

"Lance."

"Dave."

"Kevin."

In all four cases the hand clasp lasted a bit longer than diplomatic
protocol would have required.  There was a hunger in all five pairs of
eyes, and all five brains recognized it for what it was.  It was equally
evident to Sam, who smiled, always happy to see his handsome customers get
into each other's pants, and to Reginald, who stoically understood that he
was not part of the mix.  Oh, well.  He knew that if Kevin was turning
toward the male side of the equation, he probably would be just as much of
a hellcat in sharing that huge cock of his with the boys as he ever had
with the girls.  As long as he sometimes shared it with Reggie, too.  And
Henry?  Henry was just a wisp of a beautiful dream, but one that Reginald
would remember forever.  And so when Lance announced that they were heading
out for burgers and asked whether Henry might want to come along, and when
Dave then asked Reginald if he, too, would like to join them, he shook his
head and said no, he had some more studying to do that evening.  He didn't
miss the relief in his friend's eyes.

The four compadres, now numbering five, slammed out the door.  Sam gave
Reginald a sympathetic look.

"That wasn't very nice of them."

Reginald smiled at him.  "Oh, I don't mind.  I've never been part of the
crowd, and I'm used to it.  But thanks for the present you gave me today.
I really mean that.  And my birthday isn't until day after tomorrow."

Sam grinned.  "Really?  Well, happy advance birthday." Another bottle of
Veuve Cliquot appeared and was expertly opened.  Sam poured two glasses - a
big one for Reginald and a smaller one for himself.  He still had the
evening to work.  For the next hour, interrupted by the occasional
customer, Sam and Reginald made small talk, and they were both fine with
it.

***

In the Impala, Henry found himself mashed in the back seat between Lance
and Dave while Troy drove and Kevin, whose legs were much too long for the
back seat, rode shotgun.  Within two seconds of the doors slamming shut,
Henry had a hand on one thigh and a hand on the other thigh, and within a
few seconds after that the hands were exploring closer to Henry's crotch,
and within half a minute, the shorts had been expertly unbuttoned and
unzipped, and Henry's big British cock sprang forth.  Troy looked into the
rear view mirror just in time to see his brother's head disappear.

"Oi, don't you make him cum back there," he hissed.  Kevin looked over his
shoulder and got big eyes.  Geez, these boys were unstoppable.  But the
part of the English kid's cock that was visible as Lance's head moved up
and down looked awesome.  Kevin felt his cock starting to descend down the
length of his thigh.

Henry took advantage of the opportunity and put his right hand on Dave's
crotch.  There was bone in there, and after a little bit of fumbling and
assisted by the Irishman himself, the shorts were down on the floor, and
Dave's boner was in Henry's fist.

"Are your people from Northern Ireland?" he heard Henry say.  "If so, I'm
afraid I shall have to stop what I'm doing.  English, you know."

Dave grinned.  "County Monaghan," he said.  "I'm on the right side of the
line."

"All right, then." The hand continued to massage the cock, and a thumb ran
across Dave's cockhead to collect the precum that was leaking out.

Henry's own todger was burning inside Lance's mouth, and his balls were
starting to churn, so he pushed the blond boy's head away.

"Your brother told you not to make me cum," he said.  "You'd better
listen."

Lance grinned at him, his lips wet.  "Or what?"

"I shall have to spank you."

"Promise?" But Lance stayed upright.  Troy really would kill him if he got
this kid's cum down his throat before Troy had so much as laid a finger on
him.

"Listen," Troy said from the front seat.  "Why don't we just go through the
drive-thru and go over to our house?  We'll be more comfortable there."

This suggestion met with universal approval, and all five boys inhaled
their burgers and fries on the way so that they would have to waste time
when they got home.  There were better things to do with their mouths.

***

The three young boys were too stuffed with corn dogs and cotton candy to
want supper, which was just as well with Mrs. Mantelman, who had no
particular desire to cook or do any dishes.  The air conditioning in the
house was on the fritz, and it was sweltering despite fans that she'd put
out in strategic places.  Mr. Mantelman had departed that morning for a
conference of lawyers in Spokane, Washington and wouldn't be back for an
entire week.  Mrs. Mantleman was glad that Mrs. West was coming back the
next day and would take Eric off her hands so that Taz could go home.  They
were both perfectly nice boys, but three hellions in the house was just too
much.  While the boys watched TV, too tired to race around, she poured
herself a gin and tonic and sat down in the den with a good book to read.
It was wonderful to relax.

While they watched TV, the three youngsters whispered their recollections
of the sexy time that they had had with the acrobat from the circus, and
Mrs. Mantelman was a little surprised when fifteen minutes later, Andy
knocked on the door of the den, opened the door, stuck his head inside and
said that they were all knackered out, and so they were going to bed.  It
was only 8:30, but if she was going to be able to enjoy herself for the
next couple of hours in complete silence, that was fine with her.  She made
Andy come over and give her a kiss, which he did, and then he was gone.

Up in Andy's bedroom, the three boys were hardly in the door before clothes
started coming off.  Three erections appeared - two perfectly hard boy
boners and a five-inch teen cock already dripping.  Taz and Andy fell on
Eric, who was closer in size and appearance to the acrobat than they were,
and Eric let them tongue and lick and stroke his sexy teen body while he
lay on the soft carpet.  Then he sat up, grabbed both of the little kids
and brought their faces in for some spit-swapping.  Then it was the young
boys' turn to lay on the carpet while Eric licked every square inch of
their bodies, front first, and then making them flip over and doing the
back.  Both boys ground their boners into the shag when Eric's tongue found
their puckered boy holes.  A finger from each hand went inside each of the
tight little boy butts, and that produced more squirming and a few moans.
Eric pulled his cousin up to his hands and knees and slipped his throbbing
cock inside the tight little chute while Andy sat down in front of Taz and
spread his legs so that Taz could suck on his perfectly upright boner,
which Taz did with relish, glad that his cousin was masturbating him while
fucking him, because if he had tried to use one of his own hands, he would
have toppled over forward.

After a couple of minutes, Andy and Taz swapped places, and now it was Andy
getting his tight little boy butt rammed while he was suckling on his best
friend's boner, his own wiener between Eric's fingers and being masturbated
beautifully.  It was in this position that the three sex buddies couldn't
hold on any longer.  Taz grabbed Andy's ears as his balls tried in vain to
spurt something into his friend's mouth, Andy's balls did the same as Eric
jerked him off to a perfect dry orgasm, and Eric grunted and gasped as his
balls emptied out their contents straight up inside Andy's bunghole.  Eric
pulled out and got his face between the smooth little cheeks to lick up the
few drops of teen spooge which leaked back out. Oh, they really were worn
out from the day after that.  They just kept their hands on each other's
bodies while they recovered from the orgasm that had been so very much
inspired by the circus acrobat who had shown them his relatives in the
circus and the let them play with his big Russian cock and have him play
with theirs.  Each of them slept separately - Andy in his bed and Eric and
Taz in sleeping bags on the floor, but little boy dicks got hard all night
long as they dreamed about the things which their dicks had done that very
day.

***

When the big boys got home, Jeff and Tom were in the living room watching
TV.  Hurried introductions were made between the lawyer and his assistant
on the one hand and the two young men whom neither Jeff nor Tom had ever
seen before on the other hand.  As always, Henry marched forward, stuck out
his hand, and said his name, and Jeff and Tom did he same.  Kevin was
introduced by Lance.  He was pretty much incapable of speech in the big
house that he had just found himself, not least because a guy who was
pretty much as tall as he was, was sitting on the couch with his muscular
arm around the shoulders of a dude who had big, big muscles.  Jeff and Tom,
in turn, appraised the beauty and politeness of Henry, who was clearly
British, and neither of them failed to notice the lanky farm boy's
coveralls and what was obviously in them.

"Well, we're gonna go upstairs to ... um ... well, we're gonna go
upstairs," Troy said.  His dad smiled at him.  He realized that his boys
had brought home a couple of foundlings, and though he would dearly have
loved to take a gander at the thing that was hanging down the pants leg of
the tall lanky lad, he understood that sometimes teenagers need to be with
teenagers.  "Go," he said.

The five boys clattered upstairs.  Tom looked sideways at Jeff.  "What was
that all about?"

The hunky lawyer smiled at the young man whom he now believed to be his
boyfriend.  "Sometimes the young need to be with the young, and we old
geezers have to stay to ourselves."

Tom punched him on the shoulder.  "Old geezer?  Speak for yourself, old
man!  It wasn't too long ago that I was a teenager myself."

Jeff drew him in close.  "I know," he said.  "That's one of the reasons I
like you so much." And then the two of them melted into a long, sensual
kiss.

***

Upstairs, the boys were in the bedroom which Lance and Troy shared.  There
were shorts and jockstraps and T-shirts and a Polo shirt and a pair of
overalls scattered all over the floor, so eager were the young men to get
naked and display their glorious bodies to one another.  Of particular
interest, of course, was young Henry, who was in the group for the first
time, and his mammoth uncut British tool was nothing less than a magnet for
the cock hungry.

"Hey, I wonder which of you guys has the bigger dick," Troy said, pointing
to Kevin and Henry.  The two hugely hung boys looked at each other's prick
and shrugged.

"Put 'em together," Troy suggested.  Kevin and Henry faced each other and
put their big dongs together.  It was a sight to see, but it didn't resolve
the question.

Lance went to a desk that was in the corner and rummaged around in a drawer
before coming out with a tape measure.  "Only one way to settle this."

"Let's get those cocks up to maximum bone," Troy said, and without any
hesitation, he and his brother were down on their knees to use their mouth
magic on Henry and Kevin respectively.  Dave got busy shoving his face in
both asses to give some tongue loving to the boys' bungholes.

When both Kevin and Henry avowed that their cocks were as hard as they ever
could be, Lance took the tape measure, put the end of the tape at the base
of Kevin's cock and pulled it out.  Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches,
eleven inches ... twelve inches and a little bit more.  Awesome!  It was
Henry's turn.  Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches, eleven inches
... just a hair's breadth less than a full foot.  Henry's tool proved to be
thicker than Kevin's, though - 5.8 inches to 5.4.  Either way, those were
two magnificent pieces of teenage meat.

***

When Joshua got home to the trailer that he shared with his mom and
brother, his mom was passed out drunk on the couch, which was nothing
uncommon.  He could hear music playing from the bedroom which he shared
with his brother, Jared.  Jared was 17 to Joshua's 19, he was just as much
of a pothead as his older brother was, and just as much of a poon hound as
his older brother was, or at least had been until an hour or so before when
he had learned that a guy's mouth on his cock could make him cum in about
10 seconds, that's how awesome it was.

Jared was sprawled out on the twin bed that he slept on, wearing nothing
but a ratty pair of gym shorts because the trailer didn't have any air
conditioning.  Like Joshua, he was skinny as a rail except for big biceps
which were the result of more or less obsessive curls with the weights that
Jared kept alongside his bed.  They looked strange on the otherwise scrawny
body, but Jared didn't like any other type of weightlifting.  He thought
his big arms made him look cool.

The small bedroom reeked of reefer, as usual, and Joshua could see that
Jared was stoned off his ass, also as usual.  There were three ends of
joints in the ashtray that was on the nightstand, ash scattered all around.
Neither of the boys would be described as neat.  Dirty clothes were in
piles in the corner, there was an empty pizza box sticking out from under
Joshua's bed, and so on.  Jared had his laptop on the bed, and that's where
the music was coming from - an Internet radio station playing the gangsta
rap which Joshua's white-bread brother liked for some reason.  Joshua
himself was more partial to country music, but he didn't want to get into a
fuss with his brother, so he said nothing about his cultural choice.

"There's another joint on the desk if you want some," Jared drawled.
Joshua went to the desk and had to root around the pile of papers and other
junk that was there before coming up with the thin white source of so much
of his pleasure.  He sat back down on his bed, fished a lighter out of his
pocket, and fired up.  The smoke entered his brain and made it so cool, so
lazy, so ...

"I got a guy to suck me off today," Joshua said.

Jared peered at him.  "Fuck off!"

"I did."

"Yeah?  Who was it?"

"A guy down at the beach."

"That's a fag thing to do, dude."

"I thought so too, dude, but actually it was pretty awesome."

Jared reached over for the joint, took a big puff and lay back on his bed.
"You wouldn't catch me with no fag hangin' off my tool.  That's fuckin'
gross."

Joshua took another drag of dope.  "How do you know if you never tried it?"

Jared showed him the middle finger.  "Fuck off, dude.  I don't need to have
a fag suckin' me off to know that I don't like it."

"All I'm tellin' you is that it was fuckin' awesome, dude."

Jared took another hit and held it in for a good fifteen seconds.  Joshua
couldn't help but notice that the tip of his brother's cock was sticking
out one of the leg holes of the gym shorts.  He realized that he had never
seen Jared with a boner.  Sometimes he heard his younger brother whacking
off at night because the bed squeaked, but it was always dark in the room,
and he had never been interested in watching the process anyway.  Now,
though, the tip of Jared's penis was making Joshua horny.  So he got up
from his bed, sat down on the edge of Jared's bed, and put his hand on the
front of his brother's shorts.

Jared slapped the hand away.  "What the fuck are you doing?"

Joshua put his hand right back.  "Lemme show you who good it feels."

Another slap.  "Fuck you!  You turning into a fag?  You ain't gonna turn me
into one."

Hand back on shorts.  "Getting a blowjob from another guy doesn't make you
a fag, bro.  I'm not one either."

This time Jared didn't slap his hand away, instead choosing to take another
puff from the joint.  Joshua took advantage of the fact to give his
brother's dick a squeeze through the shorts.  It felt good.  When Jared
still didn't say anything, Joshua started to stroke the cock and felt it
starting to get harder.  Another inch of prickmeat stuck out of the leg
hole.

"Turn off the light," Jared said.

"Huh?"

"Turn off the fuckin' light, dude.  If you're gonna be chawing on my bone,
I don't wanna see your ugly face doing it."

Joshua got up, his cock painfully hard in his swimsuit, and switched off
the light.  The room fell into darkness.  He heard the bed squeak, and when
he sat back down on the edge of his brother's bed and reached out his hand,
he was surprised to find that the shorts were gone and the dick was hard.
Hard and sexy, silky and smooth.  He took it in his hand and felt it
throbbing against his palm.  Joshua bent over and took his brother's penis
into his mouth, using lots of spit and then sinking his head down until his
nose brushed on Jared's curlies.  He heard his brother draw in a sharp
breath, but he said nothing.

Joshua stood up and pulled off his shorts and swimsuit.  His cock sprang
up, ready for action.  He got on the end of Jared's bed between his
brother's legs and went back to work.  He held the erect penis upright and
started licking the cockhead and the shaft, just like Patrick had done to
him in the lifeguard's chair.  Again the entire length of the cock
disappeared into Joshua's mouth, and he took Jared's balls into his hand
and massaged them lightly.  Joshua was sweating bullets.  It was stuffy in
the room, but he didn't care.

His nose was in Jared's pubes again when he heard his brother's voice:
"Suck on the cockhead."  Jared smiled to himself and proceeded to use
Jared's swollen cockhead as a lollipop.  A fuckin' tasty lollipop, what
with the precum leaking out of it.  Fuck, he thought.  What was happening
to him?  Before today it would never have occurred to him that he would
have another guy's cock in his mouth, let alone his brother's.  But here he
was, here his brother was, and here his brother's cock was.

Jared's breathing was getting heavier, and he was starting to shift his
butt around on the mattress.  Joshua suckled on his brother's cockhead and
tickled his balls with his fingertips, and a minute later he heard Jared's
voice again: "I'm gonna spill it, dude.  Get your face off it."

Of course Joshua did no such thing.  He began to masturbate Jared's cock
shaft and continued to suck on the turgid head, and a few seconds later
Jared gasped, his balls lurched, and Joshua's mouth filled up with spurting
cum.  He grabbed his own screaming cock and gave it the few yanks that were
necessary to bring him over the top.  Splash!  Splash!  Spurt!  Splash!

And then he heard Jared's voice again: "Fuck, dude, you got cum on me?!"

Joshua took his mouth off of his brother's softening cock.  "Sorry."

There was a pause, and then Jared said: "It's OK." And then: "That was
fuckin' awesome."

Joshua grinned in the dark.  "Told you."

A small light appeared.  Jared was lighting another joint, and Joshua could
see him looking down his body at him until the light flickered out again.
He could hear Jared puffing and saw the glowing tip of the doobie.  And
then Jared said: "I could go for another one of those."

"Right now?"

"Sure. If you wanna."

Joshua wanna-ed.  This time he didn't waste time deep-throating his
brother's tool, he just went back to suckling on the cockhead, and within a
minute the prick was hard again, and within three minutes Jared was
writhing around on the bed again and releasing another, smaller load of cum
into his brother's slobbering mouth.

Joshua licked Jared's cock clean and sat back down on his own bed.  "Any
more of that reefer?"

"In the ashtray, dude."  And then: "That wasn't the first time you sucked a
cock, was it?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Fuck, dude.  First time a chick sucks me off, she's a big mess.  All teeth
and nuthin' else.  You got my rocks off somethin' wicked."

Joshua didn't think that the time was right to tell his brother that he had
sucked off Patrick after Patrick had sucked him off.  So he said: "I guess
a guy just knows what a guy likes."

There was another pause, and then Jared said: "I know I liked that shit.
Fuck you for turning me into a faggot, bro!  And gimme back that joint!"

***

As usual, Troy and Lance were giving their new friend Henry their
two-for-one titillating special, only this time they were not alone.  Dave
and Kevin, too, had their hands and mouths all over the hunky Brit.  They
were all still standing up, Henry in the middle of a group of naked and
horny teenagers who were giving him all the sexy loving they knew how to
give.  They sucked on his big tool, they lapped at his big balls, they
licked every inch of his body they could reach, and in turn they spent time
tongue battling Henry as they kissed him passionately.

Henry wasn't just standing there either.  His hands were roaming all over
the hard bodies of the four young men who were making him feel like he was
back at his private school in England, where naked cock orgies were nothing
uncommon after the lights went out.  He stroked rock-hard butts, he hefted
cum-filled balls, he stroked the big hard cocks that were around him.
Dave's eight-inch Irish rod, hard as a pistol and standing almost vertical.
The ten-inch pricks of Troy and Lance, also nearly vertical because they
were young, and their cocks were still able to rise straight up for the
occasion.  And Kevin's enormous farmboy hog.  Henry had never seen a penis
to rival his, the closest had been the history master at his boys' school,
who was known for expecting blowjobs from his students if they wanted top
grades.  The boys didn't mind, because the master was comparatively young
and had competed at rowing at Oxford, which made him something of a star.

From the standing position, the five boys basically sank down to the
carpet, and there it was anybody's game in the mass of hard-bodied flesh
that was on display.  Mouths touched mouths, hands touched cocks, cocks
touched balls, legs touched asses.  The five young men writhed around in
mutual slobbering, slurping ecstasy, their bodies sheening with sweat and
saliva and their minds focused entirely on which cock to look at and savor
next.  David and Kevin, who just 48 hours or so earlier had considered
themselves to be heterosexual, dove in with as much exuberance as the twins
and Henry, all of whom were experienced fag boys.  Kevin just couldn't get
over how turned on he was by other dudes, dudes who were slobbering on his
cock and lapping at his big balls, dudes whose bodies were so muscular,
dudes whose strong hands were all over his hard body.  Kevin dove down on
Henry's rigid organ and surprised himself by getting most of the huge tool
in his wet mouth.  Another hot, wet mouth engulfed his own cock, and he
peeked down his body to see that it was Lance.  Or maybe Troy.  He still
couldn't tell them apart.

Troy raised his handsome blond head from the mashup and said, "How 'bout a
daisy chain, dudes?" A moment later they were all in a muscular circle on
the floor, Troy with Dave's hard cock in his mouth, Dave slobbering on
Henry, Henry sucking on Lance, Lance blowing Kevin, Kevin squeezing Troy's
cockshaft and suckling on the tender cockhead.  Free hands were used to
heft pairs of balls or stroke firm buttcheeks, and the air around the boys
was hot with the smell of pure teen male testosterone.  Occasionally one of
the boys lifted his head from the crotch of another to let out a sexy moan
or groan "Fuck, yeah" or "That feels so good" or "Suck me, yeah!"  But for
the most part every one of the horny dudes liked wrapping his lips around a
hard, throbbing cock which leaked the precum that was the precursor to a
nice, hot orgasm.

The twins weren't about to let anyone cum just because of cocksucking,
though.  Both of them had itchy butts and twitchy minds about getting
Kevin's or Henry's huge cocks inside their tight asses.  Troy was still a
little bit jealous about the fact that his brother had been the one to get
pounded by the lanky farm boy at the beach, not that there was anything
wrong with the lifeguard's cock, of course.

"Let's get into some fucking," Troy said, and the other four faces rose
from the cocks which they had been nuzzling.  Kevin once again felt his
heart contract.  Yeah, the twin that he had fucked up the ass at the beach
had looked like he was having the best time in his life, but Kevin had
never even had a finger up his butt, much less a cock, and much, much less
the big cocks that were around him.  Once again, though, it wasn't an
issue.  This time Troy and Lance got down on their hands and knees on the
floor and wiggled their sexy butts at the other boys.  Kevin still didn't
know which of the two of them was the one he approached, but he didn't
really care.  Henry, in turn, was turned on beyond all reason by the two
hot twin boys, in part because back in England, during his first year at
school, there had been a set of identical triplets two years above him who
cornered him in a corridor one day and made him suck all of their cocks.
He still masturbated his huge tool sometimes thinking about that.

Kevin and Henry spit into the palms of their hands to lube themselves up,
and Troy and Lance arched their backs and moaned sexily as the two huge
pieces of meat slipped up their horny holes.  The farm boy and the Brit
grabbed the hips of the willing recipients of their largesse and began to
ram them seriously.  None of the four noticed when Dave walked out the
door.

Jeff and Tom were surprised to put it mildly when the naked Irishman
appeared in the door to the living room, his cock standing straight up.

"We've got an odd number up there," Dave said.  "And I wondered ..."

Jeff clapped Tom on the shoulder.  "Go," he said.  "You're the one who
doesn't want to be an old man."

"Are you sure?"

Jeff smiled at him.  "As long as you come back downstairs when you're
finished."

Tom got a big grin on his face.  He got up from the couch and walked over
to Dave to take the Irishman's hard tool in his hand.  "Now it's an even
number."

Back up in the room, Tom's eyes took in the site of two horny teenagers
butt fucking two equally horny twins, and it took him all of twenty seconds
to get naked as his cock went from zero to 60 almost instantly.  He looked
at Dave with eager eyes, saw that the Irish lad was equally in the zone,
and said, "Me you or you me?"

Dave took the young law clerk in his arms, marveling at how huge the dude's
muscles were, and kissed him, their cocks mashing together.  "Both," he
whispered.  "But let's start with you in me, OK?"

Dave got down on his hands and knees next to Lance, who grinned at him and
winked, and Tom got down on his knees next to Henry, who looked at him and
licked his lips sensually.  Tom did the spit and polish, and his fat cock
slid smoothly into Dave's almost-virgin asshole.  The Irishman grit his
teeth as the pain hit him, knowing that in a minute it would disappear.  It
did.

"Don't cum anyone," Troy grunted as Kevin's huge tool rammed into him.
"Henry's the new boy here, he's gonna get a cumbath."

It wasn't time for that yet, though.  There was more fucking to be done.
Lance looked over his shoulder at the beautiful Henry and said, "Wanna
switch?"  The Brit nodded eagerly, and they switched places, Henry on his
hands and knees and Lance lubing himself up with saliva.  Henry groaned in
ecstasy as Lance's ten-inch tool slipped into his chute.  Henry loved
getting fucked, in part because hardly any boy would allow him to fuck him,
and the bigger the cock the better.

Troy looked over his shoulder at Kevin and raised an eyebrow, but Kevin
shook his head.  He wasn't prepared to go there yet.  Troy grinned at him
and ground his butt back to get more of that foot-long sausage inside of
him.  He wanted it to come straight through his body and out of his mouth.

A couple of minutes later, Tom tapped Dave on a muscular shoulder, and Dave
looked back and nodded.  Instead of getting down on his hands and knees,
though, Tom lay himself down on the shag carpet and lifted his muscular
legs into the air.  Dave massaged his cock with spit for a minute and then
got over the big boy, supporting himself on his arms, supporting Tom's
uplifted legs with his shoulders, and driving his prick into the law
assistant's equally almost virgin asshole.  Like Dave had done, Tom gritted
his teeth for a moment or two, but then the passion hit him, and he looked
Dave straight in the eye and panted as his butthole was rammed again and
again and he stroked his own cock.

For the next five or six minutes, the room was full of sexy grunts and
groans and the occasional "Fuck that ass" or "Dude, you're so tight!" It
was Tom who eventually said, "I can't hold it much longer," and Troy yelled
"Spooge bath time!"

They put Henry down on the carpet and gathered around him in preparation
for whitewashing the gorgeous Brit with their cum.  But Henry had a
surprise for them.

"Watch this," he said.  And then he raised his butt a bit off the carpet,
took his big cock, turned it downwards, and stuck a good two or three
inches of it up his own asshole, pushing it in and out to fuck himself.
"Can't always get a proper shag when I want one," he grunted.

"Oh, shit," Dave groaned.  He couldn't take it any longer.  He aimed his
prick straight at Henry's cock and let loose the mother of all cum loads
all over it, the asshole that it was inserted into, and the hand that was
guiding it.  That set everyone off.  Troy's load went straight into Henry's
open mouth, and a second later his brother's cum splashed into his and down
onto the pretty boy's tongue.  Kevin was half-crazy as he massaged his huge
tool to orgasm, and at the last moment he stood up, letting the cum that
erupted from his swinging balls spray into the air and come raining down on
the others.  Tom, too, didn't much care where he aimed his big cock.  He
masturbated it furiously, kneading his own balls with his other hand, and
with a roar he released a torrent of cum that flew in all directions, some
of it getting on Henry, some of it getting on the twins, some of it getting
on Dave, some of it getting on Tom himself.  He praised the heavens above
for meeting Jeff, for meeting his sons, for meeting ... well, just about
anyone who was interested in his muscles and his cock.

Henry popped his big cock out of his asshole, scooped up some of the hot
cum that was all over his body, and went to town on himself.  There was a
scuffle as the twins and Dave tried to get their faces as close to the
sacred cockhead as possible to receive the load.  In the event, there was
enough to go around.  More than enough and then some.

There were splatters of cum on all of them, and the six hot young men spent
the next couple of minutes finding and licking up every single drop of it.

And then Troy said: "Hey, I know!  Let's go downstairs and do dad!"

Six handsome young men ran downstairs, all of them buck ass naked, and Jeff
never had a chance.  Twelve strong hands undressed him, twelve strong hands
stroked every inch of his body, six tongues did their dirtiest deeds on his
big cock, his swinging balls, his tight asshole, his muscular body.  Tom
kept his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth as the twins sucked Jeff's cock in
turn while Kevin and Henry put their huge cocks in his two big hands and
Dave lapped at his balls.  At the last second, Jeff grabbed his swollen
member in his own hand, and a man who had had countless great orgasms in
his life had the best one he could ever remember, once again his sons and
their friends competing to get at his spurting cum and Tom murmuring into
his ear, "Do it, Jeff!  Let it go!"

The six naked boys finally clambered off of Jeff's tall, muscular body when
it was clear that there was no more cum to be licked up.  Tom lay down with
Jeff, and the two boyfriends hugged each other.  What a perfect day that
had been!

The five younger boys had a quick discussion.  Troy and Lance were all for
everyone staying over – room for everyone, but Henry, as a diplomat's
son, had a curfew of sorts, and so with many apologies and more than just a
few grasps of his truly extraordinary cock, he said that he had to go.  He
asked for Troy's mobile phone, made a phone call, and then smiled and said:
"My car will be here in ten minutes."

"I see this as a challenge," Troy announced.  "You boys think we can bring
Mr. London here off one more time before his car arrives?"

Jeff and Tom groaned, but Lance, Dave and Kevin's eyes lit up.  Lance was
always ready to go for any sexy game with his sexy twin brother, and for
Dave and Kevin the weekend had been like an unexpected buffet -- who knew
that so many hot young guys were ready to take off their clothes, show them
their cocks, and then teach them what gay boys do with them?

Henry put up his hands in protest and said "No, no, no, luvs, the car
really will be here," but then they fell on him.

We'll continue our tale in the next chapter.