Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 06:46:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 3

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 3

This is a story about boys exploring themselves and each other.  If this is
not your cup of tea, read something else.

You will remember that in the last chapter of our story, our heroes, Troy
and Lance Edison, played a game of tennis with Reginald Thompson and Dave
O'Malley and then seduced Dave into hot male teen sex which Dave had not
expected, but which made him think about life in a whole new way.  In this
chapter, we return to young Andy who, when we last left him, had
experienced a crashing orgasm in his 10-year-old body at the hands (and
lips and tongues) of the twins.

When Troy and Lance were gone, Andy went back to his house, and he
naturally masturbated joyously as he thought back to having the twins'
boners in his mouth and having his wiener worked to the sky and back.  Once
that was done, he went downstairs, set the alarm code, went out the back
door, locked it, put the key under the flowerpot, hopped on his bike and
rode two blocks East and one block South to his friend Taz's house.  Andy
and Taz were thick as thieves and had been ever since kindergarten.  They
were desk mates in the 5th grade and best of friends.  They raced their
bikes around, played basketball in Taz's driveway, played video games on
the computer, skipped rocks on the local lake and did all of the other
things that American boys do.

Taz's parents were both professors at the local college, and they had had
their son when they were both in their late 30s.  They named him Oliver
after Oliver Wendell Holmes, because they were both professors of law, and
they were alternately amused and exasperated at their offspring.  As soon
as Taz learned to walk, Taz ran.  As soon as Taz learned to talk, he talked
and talked and talked and talked.  I wanna go outside!  I wanna go inside!
Mommy, can I have another cookie?  Why is the sky blue?  How deep in the
ground do the ants go?  He was universally known as Taz because once, at
the age of four, he and his mother were at the park, Oliver was tearing
around like a whirlwind, and his exasperated mother declared, within
earshot of some of her son's little friends, that he was just like the
Tasmanian Devil from the old Loony Tunes cartoons.  The name stuck.

Being an active kid didn't keep Taz from being a good student.  His mother
had taken three years off from her job to take care of him, and among other
thing she taught her son to read, write and do basic arithmetic.  When he
arrived at kindergarten, he found that the other kids were really pretty
stupid.  From the very first day, Taz could read the primer (and had read
the first Harry Potter book, which his mother brought home from the
library, by himself, only sometimes having to ask his mom what a certain
word meant), Taz knew how to count to 100, Taz knew how to add numbers, Taz
knew how to write his name, Taz knew his address and phone number.  He
received the best marks apart from the behavior category, because Taz
simply could not understand why, in the middle of the day when he was wide
awake, he should lay down on a mat and sleep for half an hour.

Now, in the 5th grade, Taz was a straight-A student.  Andy loved this about
his friend, because Taz was always ready to help him with his homework when
he needed help.  Taz was also always a fountain of the latest jokes, and he
kept his buddy in stitches half the time.  Today, though, jokes weren't on
Andy's mind.  He desperately wanted to tell his best friend about what had
happened to him that afternoon, and that thought made his insides boil.
What would he say?  What if Taz called him queer and wasn't his friend
anymore?

When Andy rode up to Taz's house, his friend was bouncing a basketball in
the driveway, but as soon as he saw Andy, he dropped the ball, ran over to
him and breathlessly said "Come in the house, I gotta tell you something!"

So Andy and Taz went into the house.  Taz's parents, like Andy's were at
work.  The boys stampeded up the stairs and into Taz's room, which, like
most of the rooms of ten-year-old boys, looked like a hurricane had torn
through it.

And right then and there Taz turned to his best friend and very, very, very
quickly said: "You know my cousin Eric from over in Springfield?  He came
over to our house last weekend?  And my mom let us put up a tent in the
back yard, and we slept there?  And it was hot, so we weren't wearing
pajamas or anything?  And you know what happened?  Eric taught me to jerk
off!"  This last announcement was made with a good bit of pride.

Andy felt a huge wave of relief wash over him.  He wasn't going to have to
tell Taz anything about his wiener and what he had been doing with it.  Taz
had been doing something with his wiener and with his cousin!  Cool!

And Andy looked his best friend in the eye and said: "Jerk off?  What's
that?" And then he held his breath.

"It's like when you get a boner?" Taz said.  "You can like rub it and it
feels like wicked!"

Taz wasn't telling the whole story.  He was just as nervous about talking
to Andy about his dick as Andy had been to talk about his.  Cousin Eric was
14, he had a big dick with hair around it, and when he had his orgasm,
sperm shot out of it.  Yes, he had taught Taz to take his wiener between
his fingers and rub it up and down to bring the world crashing down on him
in the best possible way, but before that happened, Eric took Taz's boner
into his mouth, fed his dick to Taz, took Taz's smooth balls into his mouth
and got Taz to do the same with his much larger testicles, licked Taz's
butt, got Taz to do the same to him, and only then let Taz masturbate
himself to his glorious, first ever orgasm, made all the more intensive by
his cousin whaling away at himself on the sleeping bag next to his.

After the two cousins had cummed together, their bodies were still raging,
seeing as how there was one hormone addled teenager and one preteen who had
just learned the best thing he could do with his body.  Eric lay on top of
his cousin and frottaged their dicks together.  They put their wieners
together, and Eric rubbed them together in his fist.  They lay head to toe
and suckled on each other's boners.  The cousins cummed three more times
before they finally fell into the sleep of the blessed.  The next morning
Taz's mother was surprised that the boys were still not out of the tent by
10:00 AM.  Taz was usually a much earlier riser.  When the two rapscallions
finally appeared in the kitchen, tousled hair and all, they were both
giggling about something, but Taz's mom thought nothing of it.  They were
always giggling.

When Andy said to Taz, "Will you teach me?", Taz thought that he could
teach his best friend all kinds of things, but first things first.  The two
boys stripped down, and if Taz noticed that Andy's wiener was so erect that
it was pointing straight at the ceiling, he didn't say anything.  Andy
couldn't help it.  He had seen his friend naked in the locker room at the
pool of the club where his parents or Taz's sometimes took them.  It was a
nice club, with a big pool and a sauna in which Andy could never get past
the lowest level, because it was just too hot up there.  There was a nice
guy called Sam in the bar and restaurant area who always gave them Cokes
and kidded around with them.  But Andy had never seen Taz with a boner, and
his own wiener had sprung to action just the moment that Taz had told him
that he and his cousin had jerked off together.  Now both friends were
fully erect, and Taz showed Andy how to take his wiener in his fist or
between a couple of fingers and just rub up and down, up and down.  The two
boys sat down on Taz's messy bed, their backs up against the wall and
masturbated companionably.  Taz was looking at Andy's hand rubbing the
three-inch boner he had, and Andy was looking at Taz's hand doing the same.

"Tell me when it starts feeling really good," Taz said.  Andy was carefully
monitoring the pressure and speed with which he was masturbating, because
he very much wanted to see his buddy get his rocks off first.

"It feels great," he told Taz.  "What's gonna happen?"

"You'll see," his friend grunted.  "I'm almost there."

So Andy sped up the pace of his masturbation as Taz closed his eyes and
tensed up his little body.  Just as soon as his smooth little butt lifted
off of the mattress and Taz gave out something between a groan and a grunt,
Andy let himself go, and his orgasm made him feel like the world was just
about as wonderful as could ever be hoped.  His eyes were locked on Taz
writhing around on the bed, and he was one happy boy.  Taz wouldn't think
of him as a queer.  They were both queers!

When the two preteens stopped panting, they looked at each other, their
hands still on their wieners, and at the same time said, "I wanna tell you
something."

"You go first."

"No, you go first." Both boys sensed that whatever it was, it would have
something to do with what they'd just done.  Both boys sensed that probably
something had happened in that regard before.  So first Taz told Andy that
he hadn't just rubbed dicks with his cousin Eric, he had done other stuff,
too, like put cousin Eric's wiener in his mouth and put his wiener in
Eric's mouth.  It was Andy's turn.  He told Taz about the time he was down
at the department store to do some modeling, and Keith showed him his boner
and taught him to rub his own boner to make it feel so good.  Taz told Andy
about how Eric and he had licked each other's butt cracks and bungholes.
Andy shared that Keith had unloaded a splatter of stuff on his face that
dripped down his chin.  Taz told Andy that Carl and he had gotten into a
position where each of them could have a boned penis in his mouth.  Andy
hadn't even gotten to the twins, and he didn't think he was going to tell
Taz that it started with him standing up in his bedroom and rubbing his
wiener like a big old dope looking at the twins in the next door yard.

But then Andy realized that if he hadn't told Taz about sucking off Lance
and Troy, and Taz had told him that he had sucked off his cousin, Andy
could once again say: "Will you teach me?"  And for the first time in his
ten years, Andy had the great pleasure of suckling on the boner of his best
friend in the whole world, Taz had the great pleasure of thinking that he
had introduced his best friend to a new and sexy game, and then Taz had the
pleasure of getting on his hands and knees between Andy's outspread legs
and blow his classmate to a crashing orgasm after Andy had caused Taz
himself to gasp and writhe on the bed and let all of his insides blast
through his body as his little boner exploded into ecstasy in Andy's mouth.
After that they checked out the process of lapping at each other's tight,
puckered bungholes, making both of them squirm and moan and get boners all
over again.  There was only one thing to do.  They shuffled around on the
bed until they were head to toe, and Andy's boner was in Taz's face, and
Taz's boner, which he privately thought had probably grown by an inch that
day, was in Andy's face.  The two best friends sucked each other off like
best friends should always be ready to do.  They even cummed together,
grasping at each other's butt cheeks as their bodies trembled through the
unbelievable sensations that were racking them and making them burn.  When
they could think again, they looked at each other, and Andy and Taz erupted
in laughter.  They clutched each other and roared as they thought about how
relieved they were that Taz understood what Andy was all about and Andy
understood what Taz was all about.  They giggled because they were ten
years old.  They laughed because they had just shared the biggest secret
between each other that two fifth graders can ever share.

And at that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs.  Taz and Andy jumped, and
then Taz hopped off the bed, pulled on his shorts and T-shirt, and trotted
downstairs barefoot.  At the door was his cousin Eric and Eric's mother,
Mrs. West.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, Oliver," Mrs. West said (she was a proper
lady and refused to call the boy Taz, feeling that to be vulgar).  "My
sister in Chicago has had an accident, and I need to fly to Chicago and
help her.  I've spoken to your mother, and she said that it would be fine
for Eric to spend a couple of days here at your house.  She said to tell
you that she and your dad will be home around 8:30, as usual." Taz's
parents both taught evening classes.

"That's fine, Mrs. West," Taz said.  "Hi, Eric."

Behind his mother's back, Eric gave Taz a wink and licked his lips
suggestively.  Taz felt a stirring between his legs and blushed slightly.

"Thank you, Oliver," Mrs. West said.  She rummaged in her purse and came
out with a wallet.  "Here, I'll give you 20 dollars to cover Eric's food."
She thought for a moment and took out another twenty.  "Let's make it 40.
I know how much Eric likes to eat."

Taz didn't know what to say about that, so he took the money and thanked
Mrs. West.  She gave Eric a kiss on the cheek, which made him squirm, and
went back to her car.  She got in and drove off.

Eric came into the house, and Taz closed the door.  The very first thing
Eric did was to put his hand on the front of Taz's shorts.

"What've you got in there?"

Taz pushed his hand away.  "I've got a friend here," he whispered.

It was that moment which Andy chose to come trotting down the stairs,
wearing just his shorts.  He hadn't heard any of the conversation, but he
had heard the door slam shut.

"Who was ..." Andy stopped up short.  There was another boy with Taz.

"This is my cousin, Eric," Taz said, trying hard to keep a straight face.
It had been just half an hour before that he had been describing to Andy
all of the sexy things that he and his cousin had been doing in the tent in
the backyard the previous weekend.

Andy looked at Eric.  He was taller than Taz, with blond hair and blue
eyes.  He was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with the name of his
high school on it, with flip-flops on his feet.

Eric walked over to Andy on the stairs and stuck out his hand.  "Hi.
What's your name?"

"This is Andy," Taz said.  "Him and me go to the same school, we're in the
same class."

"Cool," Eric said.  "Nice to meet you, Andy."  Eric's hand felt warm in
Andy's.  "So what have you guys been up to?"

Andy felt himself blushing.  "Um, nothing much," he said.

Eric was an observant teenager, and right now he was observing that there
was something bouncing around in Andy's shorts.  Like Taz, Andy hadn't
bothered putting on his underwear, and his hormones were taking over.  And
so Eric West put his hand on the front of Andy's shorts, and sure enough,
there was a boner in there.  Eric's five-inch penis started to feel
distinctly uncomfortable in his jeans and underwear.

Not for long.  Two small hands reached around his waist from the back and
nimbly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulled
down the zipper and yanked down both the jeans and the boxer shorts that
were underneath.  Eric's penis flopped out and almost immediately rose to
big bone.  He could feel Taz's boner pushing up against his butt crack as
his cousin took his boner in his hand and began to stroke it lazily.

Andy was still standing on the stairs and staring at the half-naked
teenager in front of him being rubbed by his best friend.  Eric realized
that the boy was hotting up, so he reached forward and pulled Andy's shorts
down, letting the preteen's boner spring up almost vertical, as it always
did.  Eric bent forward and inhaled Andy's erection, opening his mouth wide
to take in not just the boner, but also both of Andy's balls so that he
could roll them around on his tongue.  Behind him, Taz dropped on his knees
and buried his face between his cousin's butt cheeks to get his tongue at
the puckered asshole and crack, reaching under to fondle Eric's cock and
balls.  Eric gasped in ecstasy.  He had taught his young cousin well.

Eric West had discovered the joy of masturbation quite by accident in the
bathtub at the age of nine.  A bit of soap, a bit of hot water, a bit of
fingering, a bit of stroking, and then the boy was breathing hard, his hand
a blur under the water, until his whole world exploded in a frenzy of color
and passion.  He sat in the bath with his mouth hanging open for several
moments after the orgasm made him realize that he had never known anything
about life before, thinking about what had just happened.  Could he do it
again?  Yup.  To the point where his mother banged on the bathroom door to
inquire whether her son had managed to drown himself in the tub.

The very next day, Eric went to school, and after gym class, he glanced
around at other fourth-graders in the shower room and wondered whether any
of them knew what he knew about what to do with the wieners that were
hanging down between their legs.  An idea occurred to him right then and
there.  After toweling off and getting dressed, he put his book bag in his
locker and locked it.  Eric knew that during the last period of the day,
the sixth graders had gym class, and he decided that he would time it to
come back for the bag right when they were in the showers.

It worked like a charm.  The eight-grader who was behind the desk to pass
out towels told Eric to go ahead and get his book bag.  Eric went to his
locker, opened it, took his book bag, and then sat down on the bench to
rummage around in it.  He wasn't really looking for anything, but over the
next couple of minutes the sixth-grade boys began coming out of the shower
to dry off and get dressed.  Eric didn't know where to put his eyes.  Some
of the boys had some hair around their wieners, and some of the wieners
were much bigger than his.  He had a painful boner when he put his book bag
over his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Hey," he heard the eight-grader behind the desk say.  "Come here!"

Eric approached the desk.  The boy behind the desk leaned forward and
whispered, "I saw you looking at the cocks, dude."

Eric blushed and thought that he might cry.  What would the boy do?  Tell
the other boys that he'd been peeking at them?  Beat him up?

But the boy was smiling, and then he said: "You wanna see a bigger one?"

Eric plucked up all of his courage and nodded.

The 13-year-old lifted the barrier, and Eric scooted behind it.

"Just hide under the desk," the teenager instructed him.  Boys were coming
to deposit their wet towels.  After a few minutes, the racket and din in
the locker room was over.

"You can come out now," the boy said.  Eric stood up.  The teenager hooked
his thumb under the waistband of the gym shorts he was wearing and pulled
down.  Out came a boner which looked huge to Eric.  There was hair around
it, and big balls underneath.

"Lemme see yours," the boy said.  Eric looked around.  No one was there.
He copied the older boy's actions and released his painful boner from its
sheath.  He was ashamed.  His wiener was so little.

But the boy looked at it and said, "Nice.  You know what to do with it?"

Eric looked up at him, not understanding what he meant.  The boy took his
boner in his hand and stroked up and down a couple of times.  "You know -
jerk off?"

So that was what Eric's bone-tingling adventure in the bathtub was called.
Jerking off.  He felt relief and nodded again.

"Wicked," the boy said.  "I only learned a year ago.  I do it all the
time."

"I did it three times yesterday," Eric said.  It was true.  Twice in the
bathtub, and then once in bed before going to sleep.  It had been awesome.
He didn't mention that he had jerked off in the bathroom that morning and
again in the school bathroom during lunch break.  He couldn't get over how
good he could make himself feel just by touching his wiener.

The teenager was stroking his boner, so Eric did the same, and for the next
two minutes the two boys masturbated, each staring at the other's dick and
loving it.

"I'm gonna cum," the locker room attendant said.  He was breathing hard,
and his face was red.  The next thing Eric knew, something was shooting out
of the boy's dick and all over Eric's masturbating hand.  His wiener was
suddenly slick and warm, and the orgasm didn't so much slide into his body
as crash into it, and he gasped as it pounded into him.  Without thinking,
he lifted his hand and licked off the stuff that the boy had squirted onto
him.  It was sort of salty, but not nasty.

"That was hot," the boy said.  "I'm Rick.  What's your name?"

"Eric."

"Cool.  Did you like what we did?"

Eric nodded vigorously.  He had more than liked it.  He had loved it.  As
for Rick, he had already had sperm the first time he had masturbated nine
months earlier, and he was fascinated to watch a penis exploding in orgasm
without ejaculating any cum.  Rick knew that he liked other boys, and this
little blond one was all that and a bag of chips.  A few weeks before, he
had been at the park, and in the lavatory an older teenager had showed him
his big dick and taught him to take it in his mouth and suck on it until it
erupted in hot cum, so Rick taught Eric how good it felt to have a mouth on
his boner and his mouth on another boy's boner.  Eric West never looked
back.

Five years later, he was suckling on Andy's boy boner while his cousin
lapped away at his backside.  The tongue disappeared and he heard Taz say,
"Let's go to my room."  The three boys took off their shorts and jeans
completely so as not to trip, and they stomped upstairs, their erections
leading the way.  In Taz's bedroom, they fell all over each other.  Taz
sucked Eric and Andy, Andy sucked Eric and Taz, Eric sucked Taz and Andy.
They licked each other all over, ran their hands over their smooth, hard
bodies, and drove themselves to the point where Taz and Andy were on their
knees on the floor, masturbating their boners furiously while Eric jacked
himself to a big spurting orgasm all over their faces, letting them lick
and lap at his cock and the content of his balls while they yanked
themselves to bone-crushing dry orgasms.

No sooner had the boys recovered from their passion, the phone rang.  Taz
went to get it, and when he came back, he said: "That was your mom, Andy.
She wants you to come home for dinner."

"I hope I'll see you again," Eric said to him.  "I'm gonna be here for a
couple of days anyway."  He tousled Andy's hair.  "You're real hot."

"What about me?", Taz piped up.

"You're hot, too," Eric told his cousin.  "But two are better than one."

What else is happening at 6:10 PM?  Lance and Troy are in their den,
furiously pushing buttons on their consoles to run their cars on a video
game racetrack on TV.  They are still remembering the way in which they
seduced Dave O'Malley at the club, and Lance has a little piece of paper
with Dave's phone number in his pocket.  Their dad, Jeff, is still at the
office at his law firm, talking to a client about case while his law clerk,
a handsome third-year law student called Tom, is under the desk and sucking
on his dick.  Jeff is keeping a totally straight face, and the client isn't
noticing anything.  Over at the club, Sam is still behind the bar, serving
drinks and thinking about Lance and Troy and Dave and Reginald.  Well, less
about Reginald, who is a big pest.  But Sam knows, because Troy whispered
it in his ear, that Dave had given himself up to the twins, and Sam is
twitchy because of that fact.  Dave himself is at home, having dinner with
his parents and his pesky younger sister, and he is having a hard time
keeping his dick from constantly boning up at the memory of Troy and Lance
putting him through his first gay sex paces.  He's going to pick up Betsy
and go to a movie in half an hour, and he doesn't really want to, but even
more he doesn't want to deal with Betsy being a hysterical bitch if he
tells her that he can't go.  And Reginald is in his room in the dorm at the
college, whacking off his six-inch erection and trying to remember exactly
what the blond twins looked like.  Oh, how he wanted to see them naked!
Oh, how he wanted to see them boned!  Oh, how he wanted to suck their
dicks!  Oscar Wilde would understand.