Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:00:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Andy and the Surfer Boys, Chapter 5

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 5

In our last chapter, we will recall, we met Tom, who is Troy and Lance's
dad's hunky legal assistant down at the law office.  Jeff, the dad, can't
get enough of Tom and vice versa, and Jeff has invited Tom to come to the
house to meet his sons.  Let's pick up with Andy, though.

Andy was having the last piece of cake that his mom had made for dessert
when the phone rang.  His mom went to pick it up and came back a moment
later to say: "Andy, it's for you, honey.  It's Taz."

Andy went into the other room and picked up the receiver.  "Hi!"

"Hi," Taz said.  "Wanna come over and sleep out in the tent in the backyard
tonight?  I called my mom, and she said it would be OK."

"I'll ask my mom," Andy said.  He covered the receiver and yelled: "Hey,
mom?  Taz wants me to come sleep over in a tent in his back yard tonight
and his mom said it's OK, so can I, please?"

His mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.  "Of
course, honey.  You just make sure that you behave politely.  And stop
yelling, please.  I'm right here."

Andy grinned at her.  He always behaved politely, at least in the presence
of adults.  He stampeded upstairs and tossed his toothbrush and a fresh
pair of underwear and T-shirt in a backpack.  Two minutes later he was on
his bike, and three minutes later he was at Taz's house.  He dumped the
bike on the lawn and rang the doorbell.  The door opened, and there was Taz
- buck ass naked, and his wiener hard as a rock.  Andy looked around
nervously, but there wasn't anyone on the street.

"Come on," Taz urged.  "Eric's here, too." Well, duh!  Eric had been there
an hour before, too.

Eric was on the couch, and like Taz, he was naked.  Andy didn't think
twice, and ten seconds later he was bare and boned, as well.

"Let's have a jerkoff contest," Eric said.  "See who cums fastest.  You
guys can't cheat, though.  You haven't got sperm, so you gotta tell the
truth."

Taz and Andy were all set, but Eric said: "First we have to get our dicks
soft so we all start from the same place." The two ten-year-olds groaned,
but Eric switched the TV to CNN, which was boring, and they spent the next
couple of minutes trying to forget that they were naked and in the company
of two other naked boys.  It wasn't easy, but eventually they got there.
Eric's 14-year-old cock was soft, and Taz and Andy's 10-year-old cocks were
soft.  All three of them were looking anywhere except between the legs of
the others.

"OK," Eric said, and there was lust in his youthful voice.  "Let's do it."

Three young hands grabbed three young wieners, three young hands grabbed
three young sets of balls, and it was off to the races.  Now the three boys
were free to admire each other's naked sexy bodies as they spanked their
weasels and concentrated hard on being the first to get the explosion.
Though actually, in fact, both Andy and Taz were holding back just a little
bit, because they wanted to see Taz's cousin ejaculate his teen boy cum
first.  They were squished together on the couch, their naked bodies
touching, and if Eric noticed that the two young boys practically had their
tongues hanging out watching him masturbate, he said nothing.  He was
feeling just about as horny as any red-blooded American male can feel.
Eric was a competitive boy at everything, and it didn't take more than a
minute or two for him to start feeling twitchy, and then electrified, and
then somewhere up in the air, and then his fist was a blur on his boner as
his balls shot his teen cum all across his stomach and chest.  Beside him,
Taz and Any looked at each other, grinned, and a second later both of them
were squirming around on the couch as their bodies burned in sexy preteen
explosions.

When they could breathe again, Taz yelled: "Let's do it again." Eric
grinned at him and tousled his hair.

"Let's wait a little bit," he said.  Even at the age of 14, the sexual
stamina doesn't operate 24/7.  And lucky that he thought that, because five
minutes later, when they were back in their shorts and T-shirts and
watching cartoons, Taz's mother came through the door.  She had cancelled
her last evening class and wasn't feeling well.

"Hi, Andy," she said when she came in the room.  "Hi, Eric.  Your mother
called me to say that you'll be here for a couple of days.  You're always
welcome." Eric was his mother's sister's son, and his mother adored her
sister.  Then she tousled Taz's hair and kissed him on the forehead and
made him squirm and say "Mooooooooooooooooooom! ".

"I hope you boys don't want me to cook dinner tonight," she said.  "How
'bout a pizza instead?"

Naturally, this suggestion was met with much delight.  Taz pulled the $40
that Eric's mother had given him and handed it to his mom.  "Mrs. West said
this was to pay for Eric's food."

His mom took the money, but said: "Oh, don't be silly.  What's one more
mouth to feed?  I'll give it back to Virginia when I see her next."

There was a brief discussion about what type of pizza to get, Andy loving
pepperoni, Taz preferring just cheese, but lots of it, and Eric not caring,
so it was a half-pepperoni and half-cheese pizza which arrived 20 minutes
later.  Taz's mom poured them all glasses of milk.  She wasn't about to
have her son and his cousin and friend hopped up on cola when she was
feeling poorly.

"Boys, I think I'm going to go and lie down," she said when the pizza had
been inhaled.  "When your father comes home, Taz, please tell him that
there's a casserole in the refrigerator that he just needs to heat up in
the oven."

"Are you sure he even knows how to use the oven?"  Taz asked with a grin.
His dad was famously absentminded about all things except his work at the
university.

His mother grinned back.  "If he's forgotten, you'll show him, won't you?
And when you go out to the tent, please try not to make a racket."  She
disappeared upstairs, and the three boys smiled at each other.  What they
were going to do in the tent wasn't going to make any racket apart from the
occasional slurp or moan.

***

Meanwhile, at the Edison house, Lance and Troy were beside themselves with
excitement.  What had happened was this:

As soon as Dave O'Malley was finished with his supper, he asked to be
excused and all but ran up to his room to see who had messaged him.  There
were two messages, one from an unknown number, and the other from Betsy.
Oh, shit.  She was probably wanting him to come over early for the movie so
that he could watch her fuss with her hair.

But no.  Instead the message read: "David, I'm really, really sorry, but I
met another boy, and I can't see you anymore.  Let's always be friends,
OK?"

David felt weak with relief.  What perfect timing!  He texted back: "I'm
sad, but I hope everything's OK for you.  Yeah, let's be friends."

And then he opened the other SMS.

"Hey," it read.  "This is Lance from the club.  That was so kewl what we
did.  We know you've got a date tonight, but we're still on for tennis
tomorrow, right?  XXX"

Dave grinned.  "I don't have a date tonight," he wrote.  "Betsy dumped my
ass."

The SMS came back 30 seconds later after Troy and Lance wrestled for the
phone to see who was going to write the text: "That's too bad, dude.  Hope
we didn't mess it up for you."

All Dave sent back was a smiley face.

Another SMS: "Wanna come over?"

"Where to?"

An address.

"That's on the other side of town from me.  I can be there in 20
minutes???"

"Kewl.  Want us to be naked when you get here?" This was from Troy.

"LOL."  Dave felt his cock stirring in his jockstrap.  Jesus, what was
happening with him?  Until that afternoon, it had never for a single second
occurred to him that he might be sexually interested in other guys.  Sure,
he was OK with gays.  He had known that Reginald was queer since before
Reginald knew it himself, and like most kids his age, he didn't understand
why people were getting their underwear in a knot about gay guys getting
married.  Why not?  But he had never applied such thinking to himself until
those two blond, blue-eyed assholes had gotten him all horny in the sauna.
He had to admit to himself that he could have said no.  But he also had to
admit to himself that he hadn't wanted to.  So he brushed his teeth, went
downstairs, and told his parents that he was going out for awhile.

"Where you going?" his sister asked in her insufferably whiny voice.  She
was 16 going on 40.

"None of your business," her brother snapped.

His mother frowned.  "Now, David.  That's no way to speak to your sister."

"OK, OK," David said.  "I'll be home before midnight."  That was the rule.
It was summer, and Dave didn't have classes to go to, but his father was
adamant that he was not about to be woken up at some godforsaken hour of
the morning by his son tramping through the house.

David went into the garage and grabbed his bike.  As he pedaled his way
across town, he felt a little bit nervous and a little bit horny at the
same time.  He was relieved beyond belief to be rid of Betsy, and would
have probably dumped her soon even if he hadn't found the joy of hot
man-on-man sex, the needy, grasping bitch that she was.

When he got to the address the twins had sent him, he locked his bike up to
the pole of a street sign and then looked at the house.  It was huge!  Much
bigger than the bungalow he'd grown up in.  He steeled his nerves and went
up to the door to push the doorbell.  A second later, the door swung open,
and there was one of the twins, grinning ear to ear.  Whichever one it was,
he was oozing sexy.  Troy and Lance, in preparation for their new friend's
visit, had put on their tiniest silk gym shorts and their tightest tank
tops.  They kept their feet bare, and they knew they looked smokin' hot.

"Come in, come in," the twin said, and, seeing the question in Dave's eyes,
added, "I'm Lance.  You can tell me apart from Troy 'cause I've got a scar
right here." He pointed above his left eyebrow, and Dave found that if he
stared really hard, then yes, he could see a little white line there.

"What happened?"

"Troy clobbered me with a baseball bat when we were six or seven," Lance
said.  "I don't mind now, it's the only way to tell us apart -- I mean if
we want someone to tell us apart.  We usually don't."

Dave followed Lance into the house and on into the living room.  It was
bigger than the first floor of Dave's whole house, he thought.  There were
paintings on the walls, the carpet was plusher than any he had ever seen
before, and the TV was the biggest one that he'd ever imagined.  Soft dub
step music was playing in the background.  Troy was sprawled out on the
carpet, his back leaning against the plush sofa and his legs spread to
present the big bulge that was inside his tiny silk shorts.  Dave felt his
heart thumping.  Next thing he knew, two muscular arms were encircling him
from behind, and he could feel Lance's package pushing up against his butt.
Dave was wearing a pair of cutoffs with a jockstrap underneath and a
T-shirt from his university.  He had sneakers on with no socks.

The hands massaged David's muscular chest for a while and then began to
slide downward across his tight abs and onto the front of his shorts.  Troy
was rubbing his hand on the front of his silk while he watched.  Dave felt
flushed.  The twins were beauty unknown, beauty strange.  He had never in
his life thought about another boy in a sexual way until the Edison
brothers had had their way with him in the sauna, but he realized that
something had turned in him.  He wasn't ready to go march in a gay pride
parade, no, but there wasn't any place that he wanted to be at this moment
than encircled in another boy's muscular arms.  He leaned his head back on
Lance's shoulder and turned his head so that his face was right in Lance's
face.  Lance smiled at him and then dove in for a kiss.  Dave found himself
opening his mouth to admit the gorgeous blond boy's tongue, and when their
saliva began to mix, he found it to be a heady experience.  Lance's lips
were firmer than Betsy's, that was for sure.  And his tongue was different.
Bigger.  Nicer.

Lance nimbly snapped open the top button of Dave's shorts, unzipped the
zipper and gave the cutoffs a yank so that they dropped to the floor.

"Nice jock," Troy commented from the floor.  "You're a real stud, dude."

Lance's hand was on the front of Dave's jock, and both boys felt their
cocks bouncing to immediate and gratifying attention.  The fabric was rough
against Lance's hand and Dave's swollen organ.  Dave reached back and
touched around until Lance's tool was in his hand, the silk smooth against
the palm of his hand, and the object inside it so very interesting, so very
nice.  Lance purred in his ear.

"Me first, me first," Troy yelped, and the next thing Dave knew was Troy
down on his knees in front of him, his tiny silk shorts lost somewhere
along the way from the couch, and Troy was pulling down his jockstrap, and
his cock was slapping up against his hard stomach, and then his cock was in
Troy's hand, and then his cock was in Troy's mouth, and Jesus, Mary and
Joseph, but David Seamus O'Malley grabbed firmer hold of Lance's prick
underneath the sexy silk behind him, and he let himself go into the
wonderful world of having another dude suck you off.  Plus it was the
brother of the guy who was still grinding his boner into his hand behind
him.  How awesome was that?  He had two of them!

Lance didn't stay in position too long.  Now that Dave's shorts and
jockstrap were down around his ankles, Lance didn't lose a second in
getting rid of his own shorts for easier access to his raging cock, and he
got down on his knees, and he buried his face in David O'Malley's hard
Irish ass cheeks.  His tongue lapped at the college boy's asshole, and Dave
started to feel like he was about to explode into a million pieces.

So he pulled his cock out of Troy's mouth with a pop, and he gently pushed
Lance away from his bunghole, and he said: "Dudes.  I wanna do those things
for you, too."

The twins looked at each other excitedly.

"What do you want to do first?"

Dave looked at each of them, and he knew what he had to say: "I wanna suck
your cocks if that's OK with you."

Lance grinned at him.  "Dude, if you've got that boner for us, you can
believe that we've got our boners for you.  Help yourself."

Betsy flashed into Dave's mind for one half of a second, because before the
sauna that afternoon, she was the last one who experienced his orgasm.  But
he knew the second one was with these guys, these two unbelievably sexy and
identical guys who were getting off on him as much as he was getting off on
them.  David Seamus O'Malley, 19 years old, heretofore officially
heterosexual in the eyes of God and church and his family and his school
and his friends, including Reginald, declared to himself on all that was
holy that there was nothing he wanted more than to suck the cocks of the
Edison twins.  And maybe lick their asses, too if it was OK with them.

And he did.  Dave slobbered over Lance and Tory's big twin cocks as the
twins held each other in their arms and kissed passionately.  Dave went
back and forth, using his tongue to rasp across dangling ball sacs, tease
erect cocks, tickle tight assholes.  Dave's cock was so hard that he could
hardly prey it off his six-pack stomach, but he didn't wanna anyway, 'cause
he wanted to get the twins to cum so bad that he was going to wait until
they did.  Troy and Lance understood what he was doing.  He wasn't the
first straight boy who went all starry eyed looking at the two of them.
They knew that the boy in question desperately wanted to whack off looking
at the two of 'em naked and muscled and identical and blond, but he wanted
them to do it first.  And so Troy Edison blasted his load into David
O'Malley's mouth, pumping the full contents of his balls straight down his
throat.  And then Lance Edison yanked Dave's head off of his brother's
dick, rammed his one in, face fucked the young Irishman for five seconds,
and then released a torrent of cum to join his twin's semen on David's
tongue and throat.

But the twins weren't about to let David O'Malley celebrate his official
arrival in the world of hard-bodied boys who are so fucking much more
interesting than whiny girls just by jacking himself off.  Lance and Troy
fell on him like white on rice, and for the next four minutes and thirty
seconds the boy who had once thought that god would strike him dead for
rubbing his hard cock at night in bed experienced the most ecstatic
feelings of his entire nineteen years.  He could not believe how good the
twins' mouths felt.  He could not believe how good the twins' cocks felt.
He could not believe how fucking awesome the two boys were when they teamed
up to suck him to a climax that caused David to rise about six fucking
miles up in the air as his balls expelled he cum that they had wanted to
spurt out in a fag situation, only they hadn't been allowed to do so.  Dave
cummed and fucking cummed, and he groaned and he roared and after his cock
had spurted the last of the eleven money shots that it had to give, he
passionately kissed Lance, and he passionately kissed Troy, and he was more
in love and lust than he had ever been, ever, ever been before.

And at that moment the key hit the front door of the house.

We'll continue in the next chapter.  Same Cum Time.  Same Cum Channel.