Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 08:31:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 13

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 13

In our last chapter, Patrick the lifeguard came back all happy about having
gotten naked with the two unbelievably beautiful twins, plus a redheaded
kid with a big knob and then a lanky country type who had the biggest cock
Patrick had ever seen.  Patrick was surprised on returning to his
lifeguard's chair that his fellow lifeguard Joshua was interested in what
he had been doing.  And Joshua took it to the next level at home.  The two
unbelievably beautiful twins, the redheaded kid with a big knob and the
lanky country type with the big cock picked up the son of a British
diplomat along the way.  Right now they're still all at Jeff's house.

"No, no, no, luvs, the car really will be here," Henry said.  He had had a
perfectly, well, perfect afternoon what with satisfying Sam's perfectly
nice friend and then being swept away by a whirlwind which had only just
stopped.  Only just a moment ago he had been helping to get the father of
the twins to have an orgasm, and he felt that the six of them -- the
father's boyfriend, the father's two sons, and the sons' friends Dave and
Kevin, plus Henry himself -- had done a capital job of it all.  But now the
consulate at which his father worked was sending a car for him, and he
really needed to go back upstairs and fetch his shirt and his pants.  But
before he could really make that decision, eight muscular arms encircled
his body, and four big cocks pressed up against his sides and his butt and
his cock, and he said "All right then.  But no more than five minutes."

In the event, it took four.  It was easy, really.  The twins got in front
of Henry's face to present their identical sexy faces.  Dave got down in
front of him and brought his enormous cock to full readiness in a couple of
minutes.  And it was when Kevin got up behind Henry and eased his enormous
prick up is bunghole that Henry couldn't take it anymore, and his swinging
balls gave up one more big cumshot for God and the Queen, improving
Anglo-American relations by having enough cum for all outstretched tongues.

Then it really was time to go.  After Henry got dressed, two more minutes
were spent exchanging phone numbers, getting in a few last kisses, and then
he was gone.

Kevin didn't have any particular reason to go back to the dorm.  He didn't
have classes on Mondays, and the next day was a Monday, so he agreed to
spend the night if Jeff was OK with that.  Of course he was.  David went
off into a corner to call his mom and tell her that he was spending the
night at a friend's house.  He was thankful that she didn't ask any
questions.

Jeff and Tom were back in their clothes and on the couch again, admiring
the eye candy of the two beautiful twins, Dave and Kevin stark naked and
just standing around and talking.  The four magnificent cocks had been
erect while the boys were getting Harry off, and now they were back down
again, but not for long.  The sexy teenagers excused themselves and went
back upstairs.

When they got into the twins' room, Troy said, "We've had so much sex
today, why don't we do a circle jerk now?  I don't know about you guys, but
I really like seeing your cocks, and when they're up someone's asshole,
they're invisible, right?"

Dave's cock was already heading skyward.  He was all good with the idea of
having an unhampered view of the twins' and Kevin's big pricks.  Kevin, for
his part, was cool with anything.  He was still new to the game, and if
Troy wanted him to masturbate together with the group, he was down with the
idea.

The four of them sat down on the bed, and Troy rearranged pillows so that
they could all lean back comfortably.  Four cocks were taken into four
fists and quickly massaged up to full-bore erections.  The boys' eyes were
everywhere.  Faces are sexy when guys are spanking the weasel, muscles pump
up, and above all there were the pricks.  Eight inches on Dave, ten inches
apiece on Troy and Lance, and the big foot-long hotdog between Kevin's legs
that the rest of them couldn't get enough of.  Dave was rubbing his tool
with his fist, giving special pressure and loving to his cockhead.  Kevin
was backhanding his enormous boner, sliding his hand up and down and
squeezing increasing volumes of precum out of the tip of his cock.  The
twins masturbated in synchronicity, like they did everything, their big
balls bouncing on the bed while they jacked themselves.  They used their
free hands to fondle each other's balls, to lightly pinch each other's
nipples, and just to make each other feel like the sexiest boys on the
planet.

***

Patrick the lifeguard was back in the penthouse apartment which he owned.
He'd stopped by on the of the city's gay bars for a couple of beers before
coming home.  Now he felt gritty with sand from having rolled around behind
the dunes with the sexy twins and their equally fantastic friends, and
sucking off Joshua on the lifeguard's chair hadn't done anything to clean
him up.  He went into the bathroom, stripped off and stepped into the
shower.  Pat scrubbed himself with a loofa, washed his hair and let the
water, which in his shower cubicle came from the ceiling, wash over him for
a bit.  The stream was powerful, and he felt it massaging his muscular
shoulders.  While he was standing there, he thought about his afternoon at
the beach, and his cock immediately began to fill up with blood to let him
know that it remembered, too.

Patrick's cell phone, which was on the edge of the bathroom sink, began to
play a melody from "The Book of Mormon," which meant that someone was
calling him.  Patrick cursed the caller for interrupting his shower.  He
switched off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, dripping water all
over the floor.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dude.  This is Joshua.  What's up?"

"Hey, Josh.  Nothing much.  Just got out of the shower."

"Wanna know what I just did?"

"Went out and found another guy to suck your cock?"

"Nope.  Found another guy I could suck off."

Patrick felt his penis twitch.  "Yeah?  Who was it?"

"My brother."

"Really.  How'd that happen?"

"I told him that you sucked my cock.  He called me a faggot for doing it,
but I was still feeling kinda horny, ya know?  So I sorta touched his dick
and he didn't wanna let me, but ... well, he was OK with it after a while,
so I sucked him off."

"How old is he?"

"Jared?  He's 17."

"Cool.  You ever bring him around to the beach?"

Joshua chuckled.  "I bet you'd like to get into his pants, too.  One
brother good, two brothers better?"

"I've never even met the kid, Josh!"

"Sure, I'll bring him down sometime.  I don't know what he's gonna say
about me blowing his tool in the morning, but if he's up for another go
..."

Patrick was an only child.  As a kid he'd only wanted a brother to play
ball and tag with, but once he started to think about other males of the
species in a sexual way, he regretted that he didn't have an in-house
playmate of the more erotic type.  He had driven himself half insane
whacking his pole and thinking about those sexy blond twins getting it on
together.  And now here was Joshua telling him that he had a brother who
had given up the goods to him.  Damn it!

"OK, Josh.  I'd like to meet your brother irrespective of whether or not he
wants a blowjob."

Joshua chuckled again.  "We'll see.  You on tomorrow?"

"Nope.  I'm off until Wednesday.  You?"

"I've got the morning shift at the beach.  Done at 1:00 o'clock." A pause.
"You maybe wanna get together after that, go get something to eat?"

"Done.  I'll come down to the beach a little before one, and we can go in
my car."  Patrick knew that his fellow lifeguard took the bus to get to the
ocean or, more specifically, three different buses to get there from
wherever it was he was living.  It sounded like a nightmare, but Joshua
never complained.

"Cool.  See ya tomorrow."

"You gonna try to get it on with ... what was it, Jared?  With Jared
again?"

Joshua laughed softly.  "He's asleep now.  He's a bigger pothead than me
even, if you can believe it."

"I can't.  See you tomorrow."  Patrick clicked off.

Damn!  His hair was all over the place, having partly dried while he was
talking to Joshua.  He put a little gel in it and brushed it down.  His
body had dried on its own.  While brushing his hair, Patrick thought about
Joshua with another cock in his mouth, and the thought led him to pick up
his phone once again and scroll through the contacts until he found the
word "Dudes." This was Dudes for Dudes, a male escort agency in town which
specialized in high-end clients such as Patrick and claimed to offer the
best looking escorts in the city, hands down.  Patrick had never had any
reason to disbelieve the claim.  The young men Dudes had sent over to his
apartment previously had all been drop-dead.

"Dudes for Dudes, can I help you?"

"Hey, Terry, it's Sean." The agency's clients were not encouraged to use
their real names.

"Hey, Sean.  How you doin'?"

"Great, thanks.  How's about yourself?"

"Couldn't be better.  Looking for some company tonight?  We've got a couple
of new hotties, and I mean hotties.  You at your computer?"

Patrick padded out into the bedroom, where his laptop was on the bed and
open.  "I am now."

"Go to the Website, and I'll tell you which ones are new."

Patrick did as he was told.  He entered his user name and password, and the
new page showed four columns of three photographs each.

"OK," he said into the phone.

"The first four ones on the first page are the newbies," Terry said.  "The
first one's Spike, the one next to him is Lance, the next one goes by
Jockboy, and the last one is Brick."  Patrick right-clicked each of the
pictures to open them in new tabs.  Spike had dark hair, brooding eyes, a
firm jaw and big muscles.  In the photograph he was wearing a skin-tight
T-shirt and a jockstrap which looked to be filled up nicely.  Below the
picture were others showing what Spike looked like naked.  Better than in
the T-shirt, Pat thought.  Lance ... well, if Patrick squinted a bit, this
Lance looked a lot like the twin Lance he knew.  Same blond floppy hair,
same bright blue eyes.  Lance was leaner than Spike, but well defined and
with a six-pack stomach.  Nice big cock, too.  Jockboy's first picture
showed him leaning against a fence, wearing just a jockstrap and a ball cap
on backwards.  He had red hair, lots of freckles on his skin, and a cock to
rival the lanky kid's down in the dunes.  Brick apparently chose his
nickname in relation to the concept of a brick shithouse, because he sure
was built like one.  He practically had no neck, his shoulders and chest
were so huge, and for a bruiser type, he was very good looking.  Patrick
scrolled down to take a look between Brick's legs.  Hmm.  Not as long as
the other guys, but man, it was thick!  It looked like a baseball bat.

"You know what?", Patrick said into the receiver.  "Why don't you send all
four of them over?"

"Up for a party tonight?"

"You know it.  I just want to make sure that all four of them will be ready
to let me suck them off and cum."

"No problem," Terry said.  "You'll be their first client tonight.  I'll put
'em on your tab, and you can just pay up at the end of the month, like
always, OK?"

"Great."

"I'll have 'em there in 20.  The limo just got back from another job."
Dudes for Dudes had two limousines.  It treated its employees well, and one
of the services that it provided was a luxurious limo ride which could last
as long as the client wanted and could have as many escorts as he wanted
with him.  The cars had fully equipped bars, the plushest and lushest seats
money could buy, a flat-screen TV to watch porn on if the client were so
inclined, and adjustable lighting.  The chauffeurs of the cars were two
Puerto Rican brothers, Jose and Manuel, who were 20 and 22 respectively.
Both of them were drop-dead handsome, with nicely built bodies and big
uncut Latino cocks.  Both of them had played semi-professional baseball
back in San Juan, and then they had come to America.  Happenstance put Jose
next to the owner of Dudes for Dudes at a gay bar one night, one thing led
to another, and after offering the two boys jobs as escorts at the agency
-- an offer which they declined, both of them still half-believing that
their homosexual proclivities would get them in trouble with God -- the
owner hired them as drivers.  Jose and Manuel knew when to be discreet.
The window between the front of the limo and the back was always rolled up
if the client wanted it to be up.  If it was down, the brothers monitored
the sexual activity in the back of the car while they drove around, and it
if it was particularly sexy activity, they discreetly jerked off with one
hand while driving with the other.  The agency paid them well, and their
discreetness earned the brothers handsome tips in most cases.

Patrick put on some antiperspirant, a light and halfway translucent linen
shirt which gave a hint of the muscles underneath, and a pair of linen
pants.  He didn't see any need for underwear, and he slipped his feet into
flip-flops.  No socks either.

***

"So who's gonna cum first?" Troy inquired after he, his brother, Kevin and
David had been spanking their weasels for seven or eight minutes.  The four
of them were crunched together on Troy's bed, their muscular legs touching,
their eyes all over each other's pumped bodies and big, big boners.  Precum
was leaking copiously from all four swollen cockheads as the fists moved up
and down, up and down -- both fists in Kevin's case, his enormous balls
flopping around underneath.

"Let it be me," Dave grunted, and a second later the first blast from his
overheated balls smacked him straight on the chin, followed by six more
spurts.  The young Irishman was amazed at the size of the load, seeing as
how he'd already cum once at the beach and once in this same room together
with the other three sexy boys plus Henry from London.

The site of David whitewashing himself drove Kevin over the edge.  He, too,
had cum twice already, and his balls yielded less sperm because the night
before, after Reginald had fallen asleep, he'd taken advantage of the
situation to rub out a powerful orgasm thinking about his new discovery of
hard body to hard body sex.  Still, the long trip of his cum between his
big balls and his swollen cockhead was something to see, and Troy and Lance
grinned at each other as they allowed themselves to come to simultaneous
orgasms on either side of Dave and Kevin.  Troy had always been the bigger
shooter of the two, and despite its being his third of the day, he splashed
cum all over himself and over half of Dave's muscular arm.  Lance twisted a
little bit to aim his cumshot at Kevin's fist, which was still running
slowly up and down his enormous shaft, and a second later the tall farm
boy's fingers were dripping.

In sync, the sexy twins bent over to lick up the spooge from Dave and
Kevin's tight bodies, after which Dave and Kevin returned the favor.  For
the next couple of minutes, hands roamed over muscular bodies and tongues
swapped spit, and then Troy said: "So, who's gonna sleep with who tonight?"

***

The intercom at Patrick's place buzzed 20 minutes later.  It was the
doorman downstairs.

"Yes?"

"Mr. O'Halloran, there are four guests down here for you.  Are you aware
that they are coming?"

"I am, indeed.  Please send them up."

"Indeed, sir.  Have a nice remainder of the evening."

The doorman pointed to the door that led to Patrick's private elevator and
buzzed the four young men through.  He was glad that he was sitting down
behind his desk, because the four guys were just too much for his young gay
heart to take, and he had a raging boner in his boxers.  His name was
Marty, and he was 18 years old.  His uncle owned the building, and Marty
had the doorman's job as a condition of a suspended court sentence for
assault and battery.  What had happened was that a couple of teenagers had
started hassling him about his earring, and Marty, who had received his
black belt in judo a few weeks before, pounded them both into a pulp.
Unfortunately, one of the kids was the son of a powerful lawyer who
insisted on pursuing charges against Marty.  In court he argued that Marty
had obviously provoked his son, who had never been an aggressive boy.  The
other kid refused to testify, and the judge, who was 78 and in his last
week before retirement, sentenced Marty to one year in prison, sentence
suspended, as long as he could show gainful employment throughout the
period.  Marty was a slacker in the true sense of the word.  He'd dropped
out of high school as soon as he hit 16, and when his parents found him in
their bed with a neighbor boy, they kicked him out of the house.  He'd
slept rough on the streets for a couple of months and turned a couple of
tricks to keep him in pin money.  Marty was 5'6, with short brown hair and
mesmerizing deep green eyes.  It also didn't hurt that he had a seven-inch
cock hanging down from his slim frame.  He was crazy about Patrick, who was
handsome, always kind, always asking Marty how he was.  Marty was under no
illusions as to what kinds of boys the ones who occasionally came to visit
were.  He'd been racking his brain trying to figure out a way how he could
offer himself to Mr. O'Halloran for the same purpose, but he was afraid
that the dude would tell his uncle, and then he'd really be up shit creek.

Marty sighed, unzipped his trousers, hauled out his big cock, and jerked
off right there at the desk, spilling his seed into the wastebasket when
the time came to cum.

Upstairs, the doorbell rang, and Patrick opened up.  He surveyed the four
hot young men who were in the corridor.  All four of them looked better
than they had in their pictures.  Spike was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt
that read "I'm not gay, but the guy I sucked off is" and a pair of shorts
that would have been indecent if they hadn't been so sexy.  Blond Lance had
pukka shells around his neck and resting on his huge pectorals, which were
visible because of the tight muscle-T he had on.  He was wearing cutoff
jeans.  Jockboy was dressed in a baseball uniform except that no baseball
player ever wore a uniform cut so tight that his bulge was as enormous as
it was in this case.  And Brick was dressed in jeans and a light plaid
shirt, looking for all the world like a lumberjack.  A young and handsome
lumberjack, but a lumberjack nonetheless.  He was even wearing boots.

The boys came into the large living room and looked around appreciatively.
All of their clients were wealthy, but this room was something else.  White
shag carpeting, obviously expensive furniture, a huge television set with a
surround sound system.  Jockboy, who called himself that because he
detested his given name of Alastair (his mother was a fan of all things
British), was pursuing a degree in interior design despite his appearance
as an unreconstructed jock, and he particularly appreciated the obvious
expense of the room and its contents.

"So what'll it be, boss?"  That came from Spike.  Terry had told the four
of them to be prepared for a blowjob and to be ready to jet their loads in
the client's mouth, but that was all he had said.

"You know what?" Patrick said.  "I could really use a striptease.  How
'bout it?"

"Anything you want, boss.  All of at once or individually?"

"In a group, I think." Patrick went to the stereo system, inserted a CD and
set one song on repeat.  Donna Summer's sensuous voice began to moan
through "Love to Love You, Baby." Patrick had always regretted being born
too late for the disco era, because he thought that no music was ever
better for dancing.  He cranked up the music and went to sit on the couch
as the boys gathered in front of him.

"You sure you want that many clothes on while we're dancing?" This was
Jockboy.

Patrick grinned.  He took off his shirt and then raised his butt to slide
the trousers off.  The escorts all wolf-whistled and clapped, and he took a
little bow.  They were all relieved that the client was not one of the old
geezers who usually hired them.

The striptease was magnificent.  The boys writhed around one another as
Miss Summer groaned out her song.  Patrick remembered reading somewhere
that she had had several orgasms while singing the song, but he didn't
really believe that.  Piece by piece, the escorts undressed each other,
running their strong hands over ripped chests, backs and stomachs.
Jockboy's baseball pants ripped off.  Velcro.

When all four of the sexy young men were down to their jockstraps, they
each came over to the couch for some lap dancing.  This wasn't easy,
because Patrick's eight-inch cock was in full salute, but they were pros
and worked their way around that.  Brick actually sat down on top of
Patrick's cock and let it slide into his asshole down to the very base.  He
wiggled his butt as Patrick pinched his nipples.

It was time for the denouement.  Jockstraps were removed with a flourish,
and four big, juicy cocks appeared.  Jesus, but they were all perfection on
toast.  Each of the four pricks was rock-hard (in Brick's case thanks to a
dose of Viagra before coming over, because contrary to instructions, he had
been unable to keep himself from rubbing out a load in the shower that
afternoon).  Patrick dropped to his knees, and the four hustlers gathered
around him, feeding their dripping cockmeats into his mouth one after
another, kissing each other while Patrick suckled on them, and enjoying the
feeling of the hot lifeguard's hands on their balls and their tight asses.

Spike was a confirmed top, and when Patrick was on him, he rammed his cock
into the dude's slobbering mouth, face fucking him like a horny rabbit on
steroids.  Lance held Patrick's face so that only his big cockhead was in
the mouth, and Patrick understood that the young blond guy liked having his
cockhead suckled.  He was happy to comply.  Jockboy's cock was so big and
fat that Patrick could barely get it in his mouth, but he was rewarded with
a copious amount of precum and a sexy growl when he managed.  Brick, in
turn, had a massively fat cock and a pair of balls that seemed to hang
halfway down to his knees, and Patrick had a wonderful time fondling them
as he sucked on the big tool.  The hustlers were urging each other on:
"Shove it in there, dude!"  "Let 'im have that big cock of yours!" "Fuck,
he's sucking me so hot!"

After 15 minutes of round-robin sucking, Patrick's cock felt like it was
going to explode without him even touching it, so he raised his head to
look at the four handsome faces around him, smiled and said, "Wanna give me
a facial?"

The hustlers were certainly up for it.  Four fists took four cocks in hand,
and pretty much simultaneously four pairs of balls gave up four big loads
of cum.  Patrick's face was quickly completely whitewashed as he gave his
own big cock the couple of yanks that were needed to bring him to the
mountaintop.  Fuck!  That was so very much what he had needed after his
horny afternoon at the beach.

The four young men were neat, and they joined together in licking up all of
the cum that they had splashed over Patrick's handsome face.  Patrick
giggled, because the tongues tickled him.  When that was done, the five of
them repaired to Patrick's big shower, where they spent fifteen minutes
fondling each other's cocks, running their hands over each other's muscular
bodies, sticking their tongues in each other's mouths, and washing
themselves clean.  That over, Patrick paid the $500 that each of the young
men had earned.  He closed the door behind them, padded into the kitchen,
still naked, and fixed himself a gin and tonic.  He sank into an easy chair
and smiled to himself.  What a perfect day it had been!

***

It was agreed that Kevin would sleep with Troy in his bed and David would
join Lance in his.  The four teens were exhausted after a day of
enthusiastic bonking, and when half an hour later Jeff poked his head in
the two doors, he smiled to see Kevin spooning one of his sons and Dave
spooning the other.  Ten minutes later, for purposes of synchronicity, he
was spooning Tom in his own king-sized bed.