Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:25:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS, CHAPTER 7

Andy and the Surfer
Twins
Chapter 7

Oh, what a day our heroes had yesterday!  Ten-year-old Andy spied on the
17-year-old and beyond hot twins who live next door, watched them get naked
and boned, and then joined in their sexy games.  From there, he ran to his
best friend Taz's house to share his experiences, only to find that Taz was
already familiar with boy on boy sex.  The twins, in turn, went to the club
to play tennis with two straight college students and got one of them naked
and ready to have sex with them in the sauna.  The twins' dad, lawyer Jeff,
watched his sons having their way with the cute little neighbor and
masturbated his foot-long cock when Andy writhed through his orgasm.
Jeff's hunky assistant Tom blew his boss under the desk while a client
bloviated about his problems.  Andy was invited to Taz's house for a
sleepover, joining his friend and Taz's cousin Eric for some more sexy fun.
Dave, the turned straight boy, went to the twins' house for hot sex which
was discovered in a sense by Jeff and Tom.

When Andy woke up in the tent that he was sharing with his best friend Taz
and Taz's horny cousin Eric, it was light outside, and the two other boys
were still sleeping.  Both of them were inside their sleeping bags, but
Andy knew that they, like he, were naked because of the summer heat.  He
rubbed some sleep out of his eyes and then looked at the sleeping bags
again.  Eric was sleeping on his stomach, but Taz was on his back, so Andy
reached over and stuck his hand inside the sleeping bag.  He found Taz's
soft little boy penis and played with it for a bit until it was hard.  Two
seconds later Andy's head was inside the sleeping bag and Taz's dick was in
his mouth.  He suckled on the hot little boner and was rewarded with it
bouncing around in his mouth as Taz exploded into a dry orgasm.  Andy
pulled his head out of the bag and looked at his friend.  Taz's eyes were
still closed, but there was a happy smile on his face.  Then Taz opened his
eyes, grinned, and said: "I was awake."

Andy got on his knees and presented his rock-hard boner to Taz, who gulped
at it greedily.  It took Taz just a couple of minutes to bring Andy to the
mountaintop, grabbing his friend's ears as he rammed his little hardon into
him.  When Andy stopped gasping, he saw Eric looking at him and smiling.

"How 'bout me?" he asked.

Taz and Andy were happy to comply.  Eric flipped over on his back, and
during the next five minutes the two young boys practiced all of the sexy
skills that they'd been learning.  They sucked Eric's five-inch teen bone,
they licked his balls, they kissed him with lots of tongue, they let him
fondle their once again erect boy dicks while they worked on him, and when
he cummed, they tried to pull the sperming cock in their own direction to
get as much of the juice as possible on their tongues while they rubbed
themselves to their second shuddering explosion in just a few minutes'
time.  Ah, to be young!

***

Dave woke up at 8:30 in the morning and realized that he was all sticky
between his legs.  He smiled at himself, remembering the hot time that he
had had with Lance, Troy, their dad and their dad's assistant at the law
firm.  Apparently he'd had a wet dream.  He couldn't remember the last time
that had happened, and he couldn't remember what the dream had been.  He
pulled his skanky cum rag out from under the mattress and wiped off his
six-pack abs and his cock.  He was glad that he slept naked.  At least he
wouldn't have to launder any pajamas.

Dave's phone buzzed on the nightstand alongside his bed.

"Hey!," the message read.  "Hot time last nite.  XXX!  Still on for tennis
today?"

Dave typed back: "Oh, yeah.  XXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!  One PM OK?"

"See ya there!  Tell Reginald."

Dave rolled his eyes.  Reginald.  His geeky, goofy friend at college had no
idea that Dave had turned gay during the past 24 hours, and he wasn't sure
that he was prepared to share that fact with Reggie, who had been trying to
get into Dave's pants since the time when both of them had little boy
penises in their shorts.  Still, Reggie was a great tennis player.

Dave got out of bed, pulled on a ratty pair of gym shorts and padded into
the bathroom to do his business and then shower up.  He soaped his muscular
body and, inevitably, got a boner as he thought back to getting four cocks
shoved up his tight virgin Irish asshole the night before.  He wasn't about
to jack off, though.  He hoped that there would be another hot sauna
session after the tennis game and then maybe another hot night at Jeff's
house.

Back in his bedroom, Dave rooted around in his dresser to find an older
muscle-T -- one that would be a bit small on his muscular body and present
it in the best possible light.  He tugged it over his shoulders.  It barely
covered his ripped stomach, but in the mirror he was looking at one hot
motherfucker of an Irish teen jock, what with the ratty shorts and the
tight tee.  The thought led his cock to start expanding out from under the
leg of the shorts, so he took them off and put on a jockstrap.  Didn't want
to embarrass himself, after all.  At least not until later.

Then it occurred to Dave that his parents would give him grief if they saw
him dressed like that, so he stripped down again and put on a normal
T-shirt and a less sexy pair of shorts.  He stuffed the muscle-T and ratty
shorts into his tennis bag.  He'd put them on later.

Dave's mom was in the kitchen as usual, rustling around at the stove as
usual, and a minute after he sat down, she presented him with a big plate
of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, plus a cup of coffee, which he'd
started drinking the previous year.  While he was eating, his pesky sister
breezed through the kitchen, announced that she was going over to her
friend Anna's house for the day to work on a summer school project, refused
all food offered by her mother, and disappeared out the back door, allowing
it to bang shut.  Dave's mom shook her head ruefully.  She had never
expected her daughter to become such a hellion.  Still, David was a bit of
peace for a mother's heart.  He was a good boy, and his girlfriend Betsy,
albeit a bit tarty, was good for him.  If only she knew!

After breakfast, Dave went outside to mow the back lawn, and while he was
doing so, his dad appeared on the back porch with a mug of coffee.  Dave
waved at him over the roar of the mower, and his dad waved back.

When the chore was done and the lawn mower was back in the shed, it was
nearly noon, so Dave went back inside to take another shower.  It was
looking to be a fiercely hot day.  He grabbed his tennis bag, trotted
downstairs, kissed his mother, and was on his bike two minutes later.  He
pumped the pedals hard, letting the wind rush around his body.  Behind a
gas station, he stripped off his normal clothes and tugged himself into the
super-tight tank and the ratty gym shorts on top of his cock.  Life was
good.

***

Troy and Lance woke up at the same time, as usual, and in the same bed, as
usual.  They had separate beds, of course, and separate bedrooms, as a
matter of fact, but they'd been sleeping in each other's arms since the age
of 12 and saw no reason to stop now.  They used the other room to store
their extra stuff which, as two active 17-year-olds, they had mountains of.
The two brothers smiled sleepily at one another and gave each other a long,
sensual, sloppy-ass kiss with lots of tongue.  Two twin cocks turned into
two twin boners, but like Dave, they weren't about to blast out an orgasm.
There was some sauna sex to be had.

The twins put on their silky shorts and went outside to get some of the
morning sun before it got too fierce.  They saw that Andy wasn't up in his
window, as he had been the day before and spent a couple of minutes
discussing what a horny little dude their neighbor was.  Fifteen minutes
later or so, their dad Jeff and Jeff's assistant Tom came out into the back
yard, both of them wearing robes and flip-flops.  Jeff kissed Lance, Jeff
kissed Troy, Tom kissed Lance, Tom kissed Troy, Jeff's massive tool
appeared out of the front of the robe and Tom's big boner did the same.
This time it was Jeff to say that no, they weren't going to be pursuing the
boner route that morning, because Tom and he had to go to the office at
least for a couple of hours even though it was Saturday.  Troy and Lance
had to satisfy themselves with taking Tom's robe off and spending a couple
of minutes caressing and massaging every inch of his astonishingly muscular
body as their dad watched with a smile.  He was so glad that his boys liked
Tom.  Who knew?  Perhaps they were going to get a stepfather.  One who
enjoyed every bit of them and vice versa.

Jeff and Tom disappeared back into the house to shower, and the twins spent
another half an hour sunning themselves.  They loved the tan lines they got
and knew that that made them extra-sexy, at least for those who got to see
them naked.

Then it was time to go to the club.  The twins went inside and upstairs,
grabbed their tennis bags, pulled T-shirts over their heads (the small
silky shorts had been a big hit the night before, so they saw no reason to
replace them, though like Dave, they tucked their gorgeous dicks into
jockstraps before setting out.  They went into the garage, where their
dad's Jaguar was gone.  They got into the Infiniti, and five minutes later
they were at the club.

***

Reginald woke up at 6:00 AM, as he always did.  His roommate Kevin was
snoring softly in the other bed.  Kevin was a farm boy who actually chewed
a straw sometimes, had sandy blond hair which went every which way, was
lanky and 6'3, and like lots of skinny boys had a tool between his legs
that seemed to hang halfway down to his knees, with a huge pair of balls to
match.  Reggie knew all of this because Kevin had the extremely annoying
habit of strutting around naked in the dorm room, particularly now, during
the summer, when it was hotter than blazes outside.  Reginald always had to
keep his legs crossed during these performances, because Kevin was a pussy
hound of the highest order and was always juggling three or four
girlfriends at a time.  On more than just a few occasions Reginald had come
home from the library to find the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, which
he knew meant that Kevin was sticking his magnificent tool into yet another
pussy.  The only good thing was that Kevin was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am
kind of breeder, and it never took more than five minutes for him to finish
up.

Kevin was fast asleep and would continue to be fast asleep for at least
another four hours because he had come rolling in at 4:00 AM the previous
night.  Reginald knew this because Kevin had stumbled around the room
drunkenly, knocking over the waste paper basket and then taking a
three-minute whiz out the window.  Apparently the bathroom, which was five
feet away, was too far away.  Reginald peeked at the moonlit horse cock as
piss streamed out of it until Kevin fell into bed and Reggie could go back
to sleep.

As the sun rose outside and the dorm room got lighter, Reginald saw that
Kevin had collapsed on his bed with his T-shirt, two socks and one shoe
still on.  He had gotten his jeans off, and they were in a pile in the
corner, and that left Reginald's roommate with a pair of boxer shorts that
did nothing much to hide the mammoth tool that was inside.

Reginald lay in bed for a good five minutes trying to get up the gumption
to do what he had been wanting to do ever since Kevin had appeared in the
doorway of the dorm room the previous autumn, flashed a grin and said,
"Hey!  Ahm Kevin.  How's y'all doin'?"  He crept out of bed, his heart
pounding, and walked carefully over to Kevin's bed.  He looked at his
roommate's face and saw a bit of drool slipping out of one corner of
Kevin's mouth.  His hair was the usual mess, and he looked gorgeous.

Reginald reached out and put his hand on top of the boxer shorts.  Yeah,
there was a living snake inside those shorts.  Reginald slipped his fingers
inside the pee hole, and there it was.  It was as hot as a steam iron, and
just huge.  It took a bit of manipulation, but Reggie got the big hog out
of the shorts, and his heart almost stopped when it was there in all of its
magnificence.  The cock was cut, and the cockhead was fat and turgid.
Reginald took the penis in his hand and was both gratified and terrified
when it immediately responded and began to grow and harden, grow and
harden, grow and harden.  When the tool was at its maximum length and
girth, it stretched almost up to Kevin's chest.  Almost in a daze, Reginald
dropped down to his knees and licked the frenulum lightly.  The cock
jumped, and Reggie almost had a heart attack.  Kevin snored on, and
Reginald felt slightly braver.  He took the cock, which seemed to weigh a
ton in his fist and the fat cockhead into his mouth.  Almost immediately he
was rewarded with a leakage of precum which he swallowed greedily.

Reginald was not a complete virgin in the world of cocksucking.  From the
age of 12 until the age of 14, his father's younger brother had come to
visit him in his bedroom whenever he was staying at the house, and the
uncle taught his nephew everything about his cock and what he could do with
it.  Reginald still dreamed about the fat prick which his uncle presented
to his mouth again and again until he was killed in a motorcycle accident.
Reginald's parents were touched at how badly their son grieved about the
death of his uncle.

There was no way Reginald was gonna be able to get the whole cock down his
throat, but he breathed deep and took as much of it in as he could.
Kevin's tool was throbbing, and Reginald's heart almost leaped out of his
chest when his roommate grunted and then mumbled "Yeah, Elaine, just like
that." But Kevin slept on, and Reginald Thompson kept sucking, completely
forgetting that his own cock was as hard as it had ever been.  Five minutes
later, Kevin gave another grunt and expelled a quart or so of cum into his
roommate's mouth, all of it swallowed eagerly and happily.  Just as soon as
Reginald had licked the last of it off of the deflating but still
magnificent cock, Kevin rolled over, his cock still outside of the boxer
shorts, gave a loud snore, and slept on.

Reginald went into the bathroom, went to the john and then stepped into a
shower as hot as he could stand it.  For the next seven minutes, Reginald
Thompson soaped himself up, rinsed himself off, and then treated himself to
the best masturbation he could ever recall having, Kevin's sperm still
tasty on his lips and tongue and the memory of giving his sleeping roommate
a blowjob seared into Reggie's mind forever and ever and ever.  When he
cummed, his sperm hit the ceiling of the shower with a splat, he was that
horny.

By the time Reginald was done with his ablutions, it was 7:30, and that
meant that the dorm kitchen was open.  He took his international relations
textbook and went down for some hot tea and a couple of Danishes.  That
done, he went outside and sat under a tree in the commons.  There would be
a summer school test on Monday, and he had four chapters to finish and
absorb.

Reggie's phone buzzed.  He fished it out of his pocket and squinted,
because the sun was making it almost impossible to see the screen.  It was
Dave.  "Tennis at 1:00," the message read.  "Be there or be square."
Reginald rolled his eyes.  Dave was always coming up with these out-of-date
aphorisms.  But tennis it would be, because Reginald would at least be able
to feast his eyes on those two astonishingly gorgeous twins in their
shorts.  Plus there was Sam the bartender, who was nice as could be.  It
looked to be a capital day.


***

Over at Taz's, the three boys were perfectly innocent angels as Taz's mom
served them orange juice, Froot Loops with milk and toast for breakfast.
She thanked them for having been so quiet the night before and said that
she felt much better that morning.  The boys said that they were glad, and
she said that they were nice for saying so.

The phone rang, and Taz's mom came back to say that Andy's parents wanted
him to come home, because they were going to visit Andy's grandmother, who
had been feeling poorly.  Needless to say, Andy didn't want to go, but
there was no question about it.  The boys went upstairs so that Andy could
fetch his things and took the opportunity for one more quick jackoff
session, clenching their teeth to keep from making noise when the orgasms
hit them, Eric's cum lubricating Taz and Andy's fists as they rubbed
themselves to completion, too.  Both boys brought their fists to their
mouths to lick up the tasty stuff.

*** When Reginald got back up to the room, he found Kevin sitting on the
edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Man," his roommate groaned.  "I feel like I got hit by a fuckin' dump
truck.  Shouldn't'a drunk all them beers last night."

Reginald tried hard not to stare.  Kevin was in his boxer shorts, his legs
spread, and about two inches of his massive tool were poking out of one of
the leg holes.  He knew that he was never going to gripe about Kevin
stumbling into the room in the middle of the night again, not if there was
going to be another chance (or two or seven or sixty) for some fondling.
He busied himself putting away his textbook neatly and gathering up his
tennis bag.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," he heard his roommate say behind
him.  "It was like Elaine was suckin' me off, but then all of a sudden it
was like her brother!  God damn, but he sucked me off like no fuckin'
business, and I don't get it 'cause I ain't no fag and he ain't no fag
neither." He looked up at Reginald with his big blue farm boy eyes.
"Whaddya think it means?"

Reginald tried hard not to blush deep purple as he shrugged.  "People dream
all sorts of strange things," he said.  "Myself, for example.  I dreamed
last night about Puff the Magic Dragon." This, of course, was totally made
up.  Reginald only knew about Puff the Magic Dragon because his parents had
played the relevant Peter Paul and Mary album incessantly when he was
growing up.  Reginald's parents were very much of the hippy type, and it
was in rebellion against that that he took on his faux-British persona.

"Damn if it warn't the best dam suck job ah ever done got, though," Kevin
said.  "Elaine, she don't know nothin' about sucking cock, she just wants
this big thing of mine up her sloppy ass pussy."

"It's not as though you don't enjoy putting it there," Reginald pointed
out.  "Or in any other sloppy ass pussy, for that matter."

Kevin gave him a bleary grin.  "You got me on that, dude.  But fuck, if a
guy can suck me off like that, maybe ah'll try it sometime when I'm awake."

Reginald's heart was beating so hard that he believed guys in the next room
could hear it.  Kevin knew that he was a poof, because Reginald was vice
president of the university's gay and lesbian group.  Apart from making it
very clear that he was not at all interested, he had never said anything
about it.  It was 2013, after all.  Even farm boys were coming to the
understanding that gays are OK as long as they keep their hands to
themselves.

"Well, it's off to the tennis for me," he said, and it was the hardest
thing he had ever had to say.

"Ah guess I'll try to get some more sleep," his roommate said and scratched
his balls.  "Maybe I'll have that same dream again.  It was awesome."

"Sleep tight," Reginald said.  He had to get out of there before he lost
all control over himself and pounced.  Kevin asleep was one thing.  Kevin
awake was something entirely different.  Besides, it was almost time for
the tennis game to begin, and he had to get going.

***

When Reginald got to the club, the twins and Dave were already lobbing
balls across the net at one another.  The twins were dressed in
ridiculously tiny shorts, and his friend Dave - heaven forfend, he was
wearing a ratty pair of shorts that left hardly anything to the imagination
and a muscle T-shirt that looked to be about two sizes too small on him.
What was that about?  For about the eighteen millionth time Reginald rued
the fact that his best friend was a breeder.

Dave and Reggie were understandably distracted for separate reasons during
the game that they played, but they were still streets ahead of the twins
in talent, and so the score was 6:3, 6:4 instead of the 6:1, 6:2 they had
played the previous day.  It was ferociously hot on the court, and all four
boys were dripping sweat by the gallon.  This gave the two blond sexpot
twins a sheen that made them even more gorgeous than they were, which
discombombulated Dave because he was already looking forward to seeing them
naked and distressed Reginald because here again was true male beauty that
was totally off limits to him, given that the twins were straight just like
Dave was.

After the four of them shook hands like the good sportsmen they were, Dave
and Troy simultaneously said "How 'bout a sauna and a swim?" and then both
laughed.

Reginald shook his head.  He was not about to get naked in the showers with
these three, because surely his dodger would want to rise to the occasion,
and that would be embarrassing beyond belief.

"I shall repair to the bar for my libations," he said with a sniff.  "I
surely cannot understand how anyone would wish to enter a sauna on a day
when the whole world is a bloody sauna."

The twins and Dave grinned at him.

"Quite right you are," Dave said.  "Alas, my friends and I are not of the
same opinion, and thus we shall bid you farewell for the time present."

The four of them gathered up their stuff and went inside the clubhouse,
where it was gloriously cool.  All four of them stopped short at the door
and gaped.  Sam was behind the bar, as usual, but Sam did not look at all
like his normal geeky self.  The glasses were gone, and he had done
something with his hair that looked much better than what had been there
before.

"Lose your glasses?" Troy yelled across the room.  "Can you even see us?"

"I can see you," Sam said.  "I can see you perfectly well.  I got contacts
put in this morning."

The boys walked up to the bar and saw that Sam's eyes were sparkling green.
They were a little bit red, too, because they were still getting used to
the contacts, but all in all Sam was looking far more studly than he had
the day before.  Hmm.

Lance reached up and rubbed his hand on Sam's almost-crew.  "And what's
this?"

"I also went to the barber," Sam said.  "I just wanted something different,
I guess."

"It looks good," Troy avowed.  "Really good, dude!"

Sam felt a twitch between his legs.  It had been a couple of weeks since
the twins had favored him with their special two-on-one blowjob.  Maybe now
they would fuck him silly?  Jesus, today the two of them were dressed to
within an inch of being too sleazy.  Those bright red and tiny silk shorts
straining to contain the cocks inside, muscle-T's doing little to conceal
their big tanned muscles.  And this guy Dave!  Sam knew, because Troy had
told him, that the twins had turned the Irish fireplug, and it looked like
on day one of his Big Gay Adventure, Dave had done everything possible to
emphasize his own good looks and powerful body.  The muscle-T that was
tucked carelessly into his shorts was so tight that Sam could see Dave's
six-pack abs as clearly as if the shirt had not been there.  Sam flashed on
the image of the young Irish lad buck ass naked and the two beach bum twins
all over him, and that made him very glad that he was behind the bar,
because the front of his apron was starting to push out substantially.
Only Reginald was dressed properly for a tennis game - modest shorts and a
light green polo shirt.

"Can we do the sauna and pool thing again?" Troy asked, trying to look as
innocent as possible.

"Sure," Sam said.  "Except that there's a couple of guys from over at the
military base in there right now.  The club lets them come in for free on
account of how they protect our security and all that, right?"

Lance laughed.  "Yeah, that's the way to get those terrorists - bring 'em
into the sauna and lock the door.  Cook those bastards!"

"So you go in and behave yourselves," Sam said with a grin.  "I'll lock you
in when those guys leave."

Reginald parked himself on a bar stool, and Troy, Lance and Dave padded
into the wet area.  In the locker room there were two military uniforms
neatly hung up on hangers.  One had a name patch reading "Wilson" and the
other had one reading "Monaghan."

Troy dunked Dave in the side.  "Looks like you've got another Mick to keep
you company."

Dave grinned.  "Sergeant Belfast.  Sounds good."

The boys stripped down and put their clothes in lockers.  They grabbed
three of the fluffy white towels that the club provided and wrapped
themselves up.

The sauna was, indeed, occupied, and the twins and their fuck buddy got a
frisson of excitement when they saw that the two young men who were in
there were sitting on their towels and were not wrapped up in them.  Wow!

"Hey, close that door!" one of the men snapped.  "You're letting all the
hot out."

Lance quickly shut the door behind him.  "Sorry."

"It's OK," the other soldier said.  "I'm Seamus Monaghan.  This sorry piece
of crap over here is Spike Wilson."

Spike Wilson punched Seamus Monaghan on the shoulder.  "If we were on base,
I would have you up on insubordination charges, private!"

Seamus Monaghan punched Spike Wilson right back.  "You're nothing but a
sorry ass private yourself ... private!"

Both soldiers laughed.  "Don't mind us," Seamus said.  "We're just
unwinding.  We're shipping out to Afghanistan next Tuesday."

The twins and Dave were still standing by the door during this exchange.
All three of them were trying hard not to stare, because the two
representatives of the United States Armed Forces were something to look
at.  For starters, both of them had huge muscles and obviously worked out a
lot.  Spike had dark hair, Seamus had red hair, but in both cases they had
the crew cuts of military men.  Both of them had tattoos on their shoulders
- the same ones in both cases, some kind of design.  They were both sitting
on the top ledge of the sauna, muscular legs spread to lay bare what was
between them.  Big, fat, long cut cock hanging down from Spike Wilson's
crotch, and big, fat, long uncut cock hanging down from Seamus Monahan's
crotch.  Dave and the twins started feeling distinctly twitchy.

"Why don't y'all ditch them towels and come up here?" Spike said.  "Room
for everybody."

Seamus was looking Dave up and down.  "You look like you've got County
Clare in your background, my son.  Bit of the Irish in you?"

Dave grinned at him.  "County Monaghan, actually.  A lot of the Irish in
me, old sod.  It was my great grandfather who came here first, and come to
think of it, he was called Seamus, too.  And his last name was Monaghan,
too."

"Well then, we must be long-lost relations," the soldier said with a grin.
"Makes it more difficult for me to say that I really want to see what
you've got under that towel of yours."  The two soldiers held their
breaths.  They didn't ask, they didn't tell, but the two of them were as
cock-pursuing fag boys as the day is long, and standing before them were
three fantastic pieces of young jock male beauty.  Either the three of them
were going to drop their towels, or they were going to march right out of
there and report Spike and Seamus for harassment.

They didn't have to worry.  Dave dropped his towel and said "What do you
think I've got?  A proper Irish bod." Dave pronounced the word as "bud",
knowing that it was an Irish slang term for cock.  His eight-inch bod was
at half-mast already.

"Y'all don't look like Irishmen," Spike observed in reference to the twins.
He could not believe how gorgeous the two identical and blond twins who
were standing there were.  When they dropped their towels and revealed two
identical ten-inch cocks that were saluting the soldiers proudly, Spike
felt himself drooling.  Jesus, but the two of them were spectacular, what
with their floppy blond hair, their piercing blue eyes, their perfect
grins, their perfect bodies, their perfect tans, their perfect cocks, their
perfect balls ... they were the dictionary definition of perfection, in
fact.

The twins and Dave, in turn, enjoyed the spectacle of two US soldier cocks
going from zero to 60 without even being touched.  Both pricks were big and
proud, and both were leaking pre-cum copiously.  Spike was 19 and Seamus
was three weeks away from his 19th birthday.  The two of them had found one
another during boot camp and given each other much-needed blue ball relief
after all of the running, crawling and marching they had to do.  Jerking
off together first, jerking each other, and then learning how to suck cock
- something neither of them had ever done before but enjoyed from the first
fumbling get-go.  Today they hadn't dared touch each other in the sauna,
but now that the three handsome teenagers were naked and throbbing, it was
hup, two three, hup, two three and march!

The twins and Dave clambered up to the top bench, where there really wasn't
plenty of room for everyone, but mashed together they had skin-on-skin
contact.  Dave and Seamus fell into a wet, sloppy, lots of tongue kiss,
running their hands all over each other's ripped, muscular bodies.  Spike
and the twins mashed their faces together, spit meeting spit, tongue
meeting tongue, hands exploring, boners throbbing.  Troy and Lance were
used to double-teaming a willing victim of their sexiness, and with perfect
synchronicity they used their tongues to tickle Spike's ears, lick his
cheeks, and then slide down his neck, his shoulders, his underarms, his
massive chest, his ripped stomach and then, on the count of three, the
sides of his throbbing boner, making the soldier gasp with pleasure.  Next
thing he knew, his big balls were inside a hot mouth and being tongued
lasciviously, and his cock was buried to the hilt inside another hot mouth,
a nose rubbing in his dark and curly pubes.  Christ, Seamus couldn't deep
throat Spike's nine incher that well!  For that matter, Spike had never
managed to get all of Seamus' eight-inch Irish cock down his throat,
either.

Dave and Seamus were stroking each other's erections while they continued
to make out.  Then Dave broke the connection and said: "There's a couple of
twin butts over there we could take a look at."

Seamus grinned at him sexily, and the two of them scrambled off the top
bunk and positioned themselves behind Lance and Troy, who were devoting all
of their attention toward making Private Wilson feel as hot and passionate
as he could possibly be.  Two faces approached two hard butts, two tongues
snaked out, and then Seamus and David were rimming the twins with all of
the spit they could muster.  The sexy brothers ground their butts back into
the invading tongues, moaning as they continued to spit-shine Spike's
raging cock and balls.  If anyone had come into the sauna at that moment,
he would have been faced with two Irish butts, both of them rock hard, both
of them displaying winking and tight assholes.  But no one came in.  Sam
had already locked the door.  He knew that Seamus and Spike were friends of
Dorothy, and he had told the two of them to stay in the sauna for a bit
longer, for he would be sending them a present.  Mother Mary, what a
present!

The two tongues were presently replaced with two fingers and then four.
Lance and Troy continued to grind back, wanting their tight teen assholes
to be filled up and filled up hard.  They were not disappointed.  Dave and
Seamus stood up, spit on their cocks and jammed them straight into the twin
butts, making them gasp in sensual pleasure.  Seamus looked up at his
comrade in cock, who was sitting there, his mouth hanging open and drooling
while the two beautiful twins worked him over to Paradise and back again.
Spike grinned at him and winked, and Seamus winked right back.  Neither of
them could think of any better way to spend the last Saturday before they
were going off to Afghanistan.


***

Over at the law office, Jeff and Tom were topless, because for some reason
the air conditioning wasn't working, and even with the windows open it was
sweltering in the office.  They were alone in the office, because Jeff's
secretary didn't work on weekends, and the only other person in the complex
was Algernon, an ancient partner in the law firm who was half-deaf and
half-blind, but was still possessed of his brilliant legal mind.  He was
ensconced in his office way down the hall, and Jeff knew that he would
never totter over to his own office.  If Algernon needed anything, he would
call on the phone and yell at Jeff in the manner of old men who are hard of
hearing.

Sweat was pouring off of Jeff at his desk and Tom, who was working on the
computer at the secretary's desk.  Jeff had called the building supervisor
and been told that the air conditioning repairman was out of town for the
weekend and wouldn't be able to come fix the system until Monday.  Oh,
great.  Still, Jeff had a case that he needed to get figured out before
Monday, and Tom was doing legal research for him.

Jeff pushed the call button for his secretary and waited for Tom to pick up
the phone.  When he did, Jeff said: "I do believe that it is a bit too hot
to be wearing trousers.  Please analyze."

Tom grinned.  "My astute legal opinion would be that the law does not
require attorneys to be fully dressed when they are in their own offices
and engaged in tort evaluations."

"Very good," Jeff said.  "I am entirely prepared to divest myself of all
textiles at this time." Tom looked through the window as his boss stood up,
unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers and then yanked off his boxer
shorts.  There it was - the foot-long cock that Tom had learned to love.
He stood up and stared into Jeff's eyes as he copied the actions until his
eight-inch prick was released from its cloth prison.  Both Jeff and Tom's
cocks started to rise in response to each other, but then Jeff said: "Not
yet, sir.  Let's finish this work first."

"Indeed," Tom said.  He sat back down.  The chair felt cool on his butt.

***

Andy was enjoying himself at his grandmother's and eating one of the
cupcakes that she had baked.  His parents were sitting with his grandmother
and speaking loudly to her, because she was hard of hearing.  The
ten-year-old catalog model was wearing his tighty-whities, shorts and a
T-shirt with a Pokemon character on it.  He was watching TV while his
parents and grandmother visited with one another, but his mind kept
drifting back to Lance and Troy, to Taz and Eric, to Keith in the dressing
room.  His wiener kept getting hard, and twice he excused himself to go to
the bathroom and sit on the toilet whacking away at his four-inch boner
until his sexy little body exploded into ecstasy and he had to grit his
teeth to keep from making noise.  Actually, the second time he stood in
front of the full-length mirror that was on the door of the bathroom,
enjoying the site of his mirror image masturbating together with him.  He
stared at the reflection of his boner and got double pleasure when he and
the boy in the mirror both had their bone-crushing dry orgasms, their hands
grasping at their marble-sized balls as their pricklets boomed into
fantastic passion.

***

Back at the university dorms, Kevin was just waking up from his second
round of sleeping.  He felt marginally better than he had earlier when he
had told Reginald about his dream.  Kevin looked down the length of his
body and shook his head ruefully.  Shirt, boxers and one shoe.  Fuck, he
must have been drunk the night before!

Kevin stumbled out of bed and padded to the bathroom to release about a
gallon of piss into the toilet.  Aah, much better!  He turned on the shower
to not exactly freezing, but more or less cold and stepped inside to wake
himself up.  The water splashed down on him as he lathered up his taut
body, shivering slightly and his between-the-leg toy shrinking to where it
hung just one-third down to his knees.  Kevin turned off the water and
grabbed a towel, rubbing himself vigorously to dry off.  Then, still naked,
he sat down at his desk and switched on his computer.  There were a couple
of E-mails, nothing special.  He logged onto Facebook and searched for
Elaine's brother.  Man, that dream had been so unbelievably vivid!  The
brother had pictures of himself in his football uniform, holding his helmet
under one arm and grinning at the camera.  Kevin tried to picture the face
with a cock inside it, but it wouldn't come.  He found himself gazing at
the front of the kid's pants, wondering what was inside them.  He shook his
head.  Mother fucker!  One dream and he was starting to behave like
Queenie, the notorious hairdresser in the small town where he had grown up.
Queenie was all ascots and scarves and big hats, and when the boys in town
weren't jeering at him, they were staying far, far away from him.  Queenie
was tolerated only because he knew how to make all of their mothers look
fantastic, and none of them would have a word said against him, not even by
their sons.

Kevin sat in his chair for a couple of minutes, pondering upon what he
should do.  Then his fingers typed in the address for Google, and then his
fingers typed in the words "gay porn."  Up popped selection after
selection.  Kevin felt nervous, as if he were doing something that would
get him arrested, though he knew that his roommate was at the tennis club
and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours.  He clicked on one of the
links, a new page opened, and there were three guys on a couch.  Kevin
heard an off-camera voice talking about how the three guys were broke and
straight, but if they were willing to do some stuff, he would pay them
money.  Kevin clicked forward on the video, and now the three of them were
naked and jerking off, sitting close alongside each other.  Kevin's hand
found its way to his massive organ, which was starting to swell.  He
watched as the guys in the video started sucking on each other's cocks and
then putting them up each other's bungholes, and by the time two of them
splattered their cum all over the third one's face while he masturbated
himself, Kevin was completely hard, and he was totally amazed and turned on
by what he was seeing.

Click back to the Google page, click again, and here was another video.
Christ almighty, there were 20 or more young guys on a bed, and they were
doing everything to one another that Kevin could or could not imagine.
They were sucking each other's cocks, kissing, jerking off, licking asses,
fucking.  They were speaking a language he couldn't understand, but there
were subtitles saying things like "Suck harder" and "Let me have a chance."
He didn't know that he was watching the infamous orgy scene from Bel Ami's
video "Private Trainers 5," but that didn't matter to the country boy.
This was something totally new for him, and he was finding that he couldn't
help but masturbate his huge cockmeat while watching the young men on his
computer going whole hog at what they were doing.  When they stopped
fucking and all arranged themselves on the bed to jerk off, Kevin's balls
drew up close, preparing to fire, and he was ready to shoot his load when
the first guy cummed, but then he wanted to see the next one ("Those guys
fucked up the agreed order!  OK, we're gonna cum last", the subtitles
read), and then he wanted to see the next one and the next one ("Fuck,
that's a huge cock!")  and the next one ("You got your slimy cum on me!")
and then the next one after that.

Oh, fuck!  Kevin wanted to see more.  He rummaged around in the desk drawer
and came out with a little baggie and a pipe.  He loaded up some reefer,
knowing that he was double horny with the chickies when he was higher than
Mount Everest.  When he was nice and buzzed, he clicked back to the orgy on
the bed, and this time he timed his own orgasm to that of the last of the
guys to spooge out his load.  Kevin roared as the freight train blasted
through his body and his balls powerfully ejected cum all over his stomach,
all over his chest, and some of it straight into his face.  He grabbed a
skanky pair of underwear from the floor to wipe himself off, still staring
at the screen gap-jawed.  The big group had been replaced by a trio, and it
appeared that two of them were teaching the third one how to have sex.
Kevin was two weeks past his 19th birthday, he had never once in his years
on Earth thought that another guy might be sexy, and here he was, just
having pounded out the biggest load he could remember via the most
bone-crushing, brain-tingling, ecstasy-creating orgasm that he had ever
known.  And he'd been watching guys doing things with each other that he
had never imagined.  Kevin pondered about this for a couple of minutes and
realized that the guys in the video were nothing like Queenie, who was fat
and disgusting.  They were in good shape, and they all had big cocks.
Well, not as big as his, anyway.

Kevin realized that he'd never really looked at any other guy's cock.
Yeah, there had been naked boys with him in the locker room during school,
but it had never occurred to him to check them out in that way.  Hmm.

***

Jeff stretched luxuriously in his chair, the work that he needed to get
done finally done.  He looked through the window and saw Tom still pecking
away at the keyboard.  Jeff smiled indulgently.  His assistant was all that
and a bag of chips as far as he was concerned.  He pushed the call button
again.

"I'm all finished in here.  How're you doing?"

"I guess I can finish this stuff on Monday," Tom said.  "Nothing that can't
wait."

"Well, then, why don't you bring that big muscled body of yours in here,
and let's see what we can do with it?"

Tom switched off the computer (company rules), and a minute later he was in
his boss' office, his dick already hard in preparation for what was coming.
Or cumming.

Jeff had a devilish look on his face.  "Wanna Xerox our cocks?"

Tom burst out laughing.  "You'll never believe this, but I did that a
couple of times when I was in high school.  Don't know what I was
thinking."

"Maybe you just wanted evidence of how big it is," Jeff suggested.  "Or
maybe you were just so horny that you didn't know what else to do."

In the event, the lawyer and his assistant did not Xerox their cocks.
Their cocks were needed for other purposes.  A couple of minutes later,
they were on the carpet on the floor, head to toe and sucking happily away
at each other's big dickmeat.  Jeff was perfectly capable of deep throating
Tom's eight inches, seeing as how he was equally capable of doing so with
the ten-inchers of his sexy sons.  Tom was getting closer to handling
Jeff's foot-long hotdog himself.  Jeff knew that Tom liked to have his
cockhead suckled, so he did.  Tom knew that Jeff liked his balls massaged
while his cock was in Tom's mouth, so he did.  The lawyer and his assistant
shot their loads exactly at the same time without even saying anything to
one another, and each man gratefully and greedily received the seed that
was being given to him by the other man's testicles.  Here were two men at
top physical condition, young and hung, that's what they were.  And though
they had not spoken of it, they were falling in love.

***

Back at the sauna, Spike was reveling in having the Edison twins gobbling
on his tool and watching his comrade from the army and the other Irishman
slamming their pricks into the twins' asses.  When he felt that he couldn't
hold back his orgasm any longer, he pushed the twins' heads aside, grinned
at them and said, "You don't think I'm gonna let y'all do all the work, now
do ya?"

The twins grinned back at him.  They didn't have to ask what Spike wanted.
Dave and Seamus' cocks slipped out of their butts, they hopped back up on
the top shelf and knelt on either side of Spike, presenting their ten-inch
twin boners to him.  Spike sucked one cock, and then he sucked the other.
He felt a tongue on his hanging balls, and he looked down to see Dave with
his face buried between his legs and Seamus fingering Dave's asshole in
preparation of throwing a good fuck into his butt.  Spike reached left and
grabbed one twin hardon and reached right to grab the other one, starting
to masturbate them while they fed their tools to his greedy mouth.  Seamus
spit into the palm of his hand again and lubed his cock up for easier
insertion into his fellow Irishman's tunnel of hotness.  He felt Dave tense
up as his hog slid inside, but then the dude relaxed, and it was all well.
Seamus reached around to grab Dave's dong and rub it in time with the
rhythm of his fucking.

Dave pulled Spike's boner downward to take it into his mouth.  At least a
couple of tablespoons of precum leaked from the nine-inch country boy dong,
and Dave swallowed it greedily.  He could hear Spike slurping away on the
twins' cocks above him, and he was hornier than he could ever have imagined
just a few days earlier with his fellow Mick's big Irish tool ploughing
away at his insides.  Troy and Lance were trading spit and kissing
passionately as Spike sucked them off and jacked their meats.

When the orgasms game, they came pretty much simultaneously.  "Here it
cums," Dave heard Seamus saying behind him, and the next second he felt the
hot seed irrigating his insides.  That set him off in Seamus' fist, and he
groaned as his seed splashed all over the bench below him.  At that same
second, Spike's big tool erupted into his mouth, squirt after pump after
quirt after pump of overheated soldier cum.  Spike's orgasm was made all
the better by the fact that just as he was cumming, the twins released
their loads straight onto his hard stomach, spooging him something wicked
as he masturbated them with his big strong hands.

The five young men basically collapsed on each other when they recovered
from their orgasms.  What an adventure that had been for the two soldiers,
and what an adventure it had been for the twins and their new sex buddy!
When they could breathe again, the five of them padded out into the showers
to rinse off.  Troy went to tell Sam to lock the door and found the door
already locked.  Cool!  The soldiers and their new friends cannonballed
into the pool and spent 15 or 20 minutes horsing around, goosing each
other, racing each other across the length of the pool, and just being
energetic young men at the peak of their lives.  Life was good.

We're going to end this chapter of the story at this point.  We've visited
with young Andy masturbating in his granny's bathroom, we've spent time
with Jeff and Tom down at the office, we've watched some tennis and the
subsequent orgy in the sauna involving the twins, Dave and two American
soldiers who were more than happy to share some sweat, spit and cum with
them, we've peeked in while Reginald has sucked off his sleeping roommate
and learned that the roommate thought it was all a dream.  Let's just wait
to see where the story takes us next.