Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 13:26:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 8

Andy and the Surfer Twins

Chapter 8

When last we met our heroes, young Andy was happily masturbating in his
grandmother's bathroom, getting his little rocks off on watching himself in
the mirror.  Dave, Lance and Troy returned to the club for another tennis
game together with Dave's friend Reginald and for some sexy fun in the
sauna afterward, only to find that there were two horny American soldiers
there waiting for them.  Jeff and Tom were forced to strip down at the law
firm because the air conditioning was on the fritz, and that led to some
69-ing on the carpet.  Reginald, for his part, sucked off his hugely hung
country boy roommate while the roommate was sleeping off a drunk, and the
roommate thought it was a dream ... an interesting dream.  Let's pick up
where we left off.

When the twins, Dave and the two soldiers had completely exhausted
themselves in the pool, they went to shower off again, casting admiring
glances at each other as they soaped up their young, muscular bodies.  They
were all at the peak of their male beauty and sexuality, and they couldn't
have been happier.

Back in the locker room, the twins put on their jockstraps, short-short
silky shorts and tight-tight tank tops, Dave put on his jockstrap, ratty
gym shorts and too-tight muscle-T, and Spike and Seamus got dressed in
their military uniforms.  Oh, how handsome they looked, and the twins and
Dave rued the fact that the two of them would soon be going off to
Afghanistan, where who knew what they would expect?  It sucked, Dave
thought.  America was pulling out of that stupid country, but his new
friends and sex buddies still had to go.  Fuck!

Spike looked at his watch.  It was a little past 3:00 PM.

"Dudes, we've gotta go," he said.  "We need to be back on base by 5:00
o'clock." He reached inside his pocket and came out with a card.  "Here's
my E-mail address and Skype nic," he said.  "I don't know what the
communications situation is gonna be in Helmand Province, but I've got a
couple of buddies who sometimes can Skype with me, so maybe that'll be
possible there, too."

"Are you gonna jerk off for us in your tent?"  Troy, always the smartass.

Spike grinned at him.  "I don't know about that, but I sure hope you boys
will be around when we get back after a year."

"Count on it," Lance said.  He walked up to Seamus and stuck his tongue
down the soldier's throat, while Troy did the same to Spike.  Dave stood
and watched them happily, his dick starting to stir in his jockstrap again.

The young men went to the door, and Troy banged on it.  Sam came to open up
and didn't know whether he more appreciated the studly soldiers in their
uniforms or Dave and the twins in their almost-slutty shorts.

Reginald was once again nowhere to be seen.

"I think he got tired of waiting and left," Sam said.  "He said something
about needing to study.  On a Saturday.  What a goof!"

Spike and Seamus shook everyone's hand.  Hugs all around, and then the
soldiers were gone.  Lance, Troy and Dave hopped up on barstools, and Sam
put frosty mugs of root beer in front of them.

"So what did you think about the soldier boys?" he asked.

"First time I ever sucked one off," Troy announced.  It was true.  His
brother and he hadn't come across military personnel before.

The twins and Dave proceeded to tell Sam all about the sex that they had in
the sauna, and by the time the story as over, they were all horny again.
Sam went to put up the "Closed for 30 Minutes" sign on the front door of
the club, seeing as how the evening rush wasn't expected for another couple
of hours and the owners didn't mind him taking the occasional break, and
when he turned around from the door, two pairs of silk shorts, one ratty
pair of gym shorts, three jockstraps and three tank tops were on the floor
and Dave, Lance and Troy were buck-ass naked and boned up beautifully.

Sam all but tottered toward the sexy teenagers, hardly able to believe his
luck.  As he moved forward, he took off and tossed aside his apron, pulled
his T-shirt over his head to reveal his lanky and muscular torso, and
almost tripped trying to get his shorts off over his shoes.  His seven-inch
cock was so hard that he could have pounded nails with it.

"Come and get it," Troy said with a leer, and Sam fell to his knees to take
the surfer boy's ten-inch cock into his mouth.  It had been a while since
the bartender had engaged in fellatio, and it took him a couple of moments
to get back into the groove, but when his nose hit Troy's curly blond
pubes, he knew that he was in like Flynn.  As he sucked, he felt Lance and
Dave's hands all over him -- in his hair, pushing his head forward onto the
impaling prickmeat, all over his back, down to his firm butt, between his
ass cheeks, onto his bunghole.  He squirmed because of the sensuality of it
all.  Sam had a couple of dildos at his apartment which he used to pummel
his asshole while watching porn and sniffing popper.  Four strong hands
raised him up to where he was on his feet, bending over to slobber Troy's
precum-leaking cock.  A tongue lapped at his asshole, and then heard
someone spitting.  Two seconds later a hard cock touched his asshole and
slowly, slowly and oh, so fucking fantastically slid inside.  Sam felt
fulfilled for the first time in a long time, and he reveled in the fact
that he had put in contacts and had things done to his hair to make him
look handsome and sexy for the first time in half of forever.  He took a
peek and saw that Lance was standing next to his brother, their arms around
one another and their tongues in each other's mouths.  That meant that the
sexy Irishman was fucking him.

Sam felt his head pulled to the right, and Lance's firm erection slapped
him on the cheek.  Sam dove in and elicited a gasp of pleasure from the
17-year-old jock boy.  Troy rubbed his dripping cock on Sam's other cheek
as he sucked Lance, the back-and-forth movement of his head abetted by the
pile-driving fuck that Dave was throwing into his eager chute.  Sam wanted
to jerk off his cock so badly, but he knew that he was going to see the
twins and Dave jet their loads before he released himself into ecstasy.

After a few minutes of twin cocksucking and Irish buttfucking, Sam heard
one of the twins say: "I think we oughta double-fuck this horny bartender
of ours."  Sam took his mouth off of the cock that he was sucking and
looked up to see the twins grinning down at him with looks that were
somewhere between sexy and wicked.

From behind, where Dave's cock was still firmly lodged in his ass, he heard
the 19-year-old Irishman say: "Double-fucking?  How's that work?"

How it worked was that Lance lay down on his back on the floor.  Sam
squatted over him, inserted his 10-inch willie into his ass, and leaned
forward.  Troy got into position behind the two of them, lubed up his dick
with plenty of spit, and slowly and carefully slid it into Sam's tight
bunghole to rub up against his brother's big dick.  Sam grunted and puffed
as the two cocks invaded his canal, his muscles tenser than he could ever
remember them being, but then they were in, and the rabid ass fucking could
begin in earnest.  Lance pumped his butt up and down, Troy pumped his ass
back and forth.  David O'Malley, who just two days earlier would never have
imagined having his cock hard in the presence of another male of the
species, let alone another male of the species putting his cock in his
mouth or, golly, his asshole, saw an opportunity.  He squatted down over
Lance's face with his strong, rock-hard legs, presenting his winking
asshole to Lance's hot tongue and allowing Sam to suck him off while he was
being double-pounded.  A tongue poked into his asshole, his cock
disappeared into warm wetness, and Dave closed his eyes.  Where had gay sex
been all his life?  These hardbody young men were so fucking much better
than any squishy girl, no matter how big her tits were.

"Ready, bro?" Troy grunted from behind, and Lance removed his tongue from
Dave's chute long enough to grunt back his assent, and Sam felt the unique
feeling of two sets of hanging, swinging balls emptying out their contents
simultaneously into his burning asshole.  At the same exact moment, his
mouth filled up with cum jetting out of Dave's big balls, and his own cock
exploded into an ecstatic orgasm without being touched, his sperm pumping
all over Lance's six-pack stomach and muscular chest.

The foursome disentangled themselves from the fuckfest that they'd just
enjoyed, Sam more than any other.  He spent the time necessary to lick his
own cum off of Lance's chest and stomach, making the twin squirm and giggle
on the carpet because he was a little bit ticklish.  Troy and Dave took the
opportunity to explore each other's tonsils with their tongues, their
strong arms running over each other's muscular backs and rock-hard butts,
their big teen cocks mashing together.

There was no escaping it.  It was back to the showers for the four of them,
because they were sweaty and sticky.  They gathered up their clothes from
the floor and went into the wet area to wash up.  Each teenager washed the
back and butt of another, kisses were put on shoulders and necks and cheeks
and mouths, and all four of them were lost in the special reverie that
occurs after a good session of man-on-man rutting.

Back in the bar, Sam opened a chilled bottle of Veuve Cliquot and put it on
his own tab.  Dave had never had Champagne before, and the one glass made
him a little bit dizzy, but in a good way.  Then it was time for Sam to
prep for the evening crowd, so after another round of slobbering kisses,
the twins and Dave said their goodbyes.

***

It took Reginald fully ten minutes to work up the courage to walk down the
hall in the dorm and enter the room that he shared with Kevin.  The last
thing he had heard his roommate say before heading off to the club was that
perhaps the donkey-dicked farmboy wouldn't mind getting his knob sucked by
another guy, seeing as how his dream about getting a blowjob from Elaine's
brother had been so vivid.  His eagerness to learn more about this had led
him basically to run away from the club as soon as the twins and Dave had
disappeared into the wet area, but his fear about disappointment led him to
ride his bike around the campus for an hour before he could even enter the
dorm building.  Since his trysts with his late uncle, Reginald had never
had any sexual contact with anyone.  When he looked at himself in the
mirror, he objectively saw a dude who, at his age of 19, was not all that
bad looking at all.  He had hooded blue eyes from his mother which he
thought made him look a bit mysterious.  His hair was nothing much, just
ordinary hair, but he had a firm jawline and great teeth.  His body was by
no means muscular, because he had never been interested in picking up a bar
with big pieces of metal on it for any purpose, but he was lean as a ranked
tennis player must be.  His legs were good, as those of a ranked tennis
player must be.  Still, in high school his status as the pet of every
teacher he ever came across kept him from being remotely popular, as was
his increasing wont to pretend that he was the lost scion of a rich British
family.  His was always the first hand up when a question was asked.  The
answer that he gave was almost always correct, because in the absence of
sports or other extracurricular activities, Reginald spent most of his time
doing homework and reading, reading, reading.  It was his status as
valedictorian in high school that had gotten him his scholarship to the
university that he was attending, and a good thing, too, because the truth
was that his parents were anything but aristocratic.  His dad worked as a
mail carrier and his mom worked at a boutique.  They would have had
problems coming up with the tuition, so at the university, too, Reginald
worked very hard in all of his classes, and so far he had managed to
maintain a straight-A average.

He lingered in the cafeteria over a cup of tea, and then he finally steeled
himself enough to climb up to the third floor.  There he stayed for another
indecisive ten minutes, but then he squared his jaw and his shoulders.
What would be would be.  He marched forward down the hall.

Reginald smelled the sweet smell of marijuana when he was still a couple of
feet from the dorm room door.  He rolled his eyes.  Kevin was an
incorrigible pothead.  Once, just once, he had convinced Reginald to take a
puff, and that had made Reginald almost unable to stand up.  Never again
for him.  He put his lock in the door and pushed it open.  He saw two
things immediately.  Kevin was sitting in the office chair with his back to
him and had his headphones on.  He could hear the heavy metal music that
his roommate liked to listen to.  And in front of Kevin was his laptop, and
on the laptop ... Reginald's jaw dropped, because on the laptop were two
men, and one of them was fucking the other.

Reginald stood in the doorway in a lather of indecision for a good
half-minute.  His brain furiously tried to process the fact that his
notoriously heterosexual roommate was apparently watching gay porn.  Was
this part of the "dream" that he had had the night before?  He couldn't
just walk up to Kevin and tap him on the shoulder, because he didn't know
what his roommate would do.  So he backed up out the door and locked it.
Then he knocked.  Then he knocked again.  Then he banged on the door as
hard as he could.  He could hear rummaging around inside, and then the door
opened.  Kevin was standing there in his boxer shorts and a stupid smile on
his face.

"Hey, dude!  Why didn'tcha just open the door?"

"I forgot my key," Reginald lied.  "You've been smoking that stuff again."

Kevin's grin broadened.  "Oh, yeah, dude.  Makes me feel awesome.  You
really should try it again sometime."

Reginald closed the door behind him.  "Uh, uh.  Not for me.  That stuff
made me crazy."  Kevin was standing three inches away from him, and he
could smell his roommate's sweat.  The headphones were on the desk, and
tinny music could be heard.

"You know what it makes me?" Kevin asked.  "It makes me wicked horny,
that's what it makes me."

Reginald swallowed and knew that his Adam's apple was bouncing.  "You want
to call up Elaine?  I can go to the library."

Kevin shook his head harder than seemed warranted.  He was clearly high as
a kite.

"Uh, uh," he said.  "I wanna ... um, I wanna..." And then in a big rush: "I
can't get that dream outta my head dude, and I mean, I know you like
... you know, like faggy kinda stuff, and so I thought maybe you wanna
... um ... you know, like suck me off?"

Reginald felt himself turning red.  "But you like girls.  You like all the
girls."

Kevin put a hand on his shoulder and grinned blearily.  "Yeah, but like
today when you left, I was lookin' at some stuff on the Internet, you know?
And I sorta wanted to know what it was like."

Reginald glanced downward and saw that about four inches of his roommate's
cock were sticking out of the leg hole of the boxers and obviously trying
to rise up.

"Come on," Kevin said in a wheedling tone.  "It felt so fuckin' good in
that dream and I wanna see if it's just as good for real.  Whaddya say?"
He grabbed the end of his huge cock and gave it a couple of rubs.

Reginald felt his heart thumping as if it wanted to break clear out of his
chest.

"Are you sure?", he said.  "I mean, I wouldn't want you to hate me
afterward."

Kevin grabbed the back of Reginald's head, pulled him forward, and next
thing Reginald knew was that Kevin's tongue was in his mouth.  He could
taste peppermint.  Apparently at some point his roommate had brushed last
night out of his mouth.

He pulled back and looked Kevin in the eye.  "OK," he said.  "If you really
feel that you're up for it."

Kevin looked down at his crotch.  "Oh, yeah, dude.  I'm def about it." It
looked like his boxers were about to split open.  "I ain't gonna tell
nobody, you can count on that for sure."  He took a couple of steps
backward, almost stumbling, and fell backward onto his bed.  Off came the
boxers, and there it was - the huge, fat cock that Reginald had sucked off
to an orgasm just that morning.  Kevin took it in his hand and gave it a
couple of rubs, looking at Reginald with his big blue farmboy eyes.

Reginald knew that he would never forgive himself if he didn't take
advantage of this opportunity and also that he would not be able to live in
the same room with Kevin if his roommate realized after coming down from
his high that he had made an offer and been rejected.  So he took a deep
breath, took a couple of steps forward, and sank down to his knees.  He
took Kevin's cock in his hand -- his fingers barely reached around -- and
gave the frenulum a lick.  Kevin trembled and gave out a puff of air.  As
he had that morning, Reginald opened up his mouth as wide as he could and
took his roommate's tool inside him.  A hand appeared on the back of his
head, pushing him down and then more down until the huge cockhead hit the
back of his throat and he choked a bit.

"Oh, yeah," he heard Kevin muttering.  "That's it, dude.  That's the way to
suck my big cock."

Reginald made as much spit in his mouth as he possibly could and went to
work.  His own dick was painfully boned inside his shorts, but he didn't
dare take it out.  That might be one step too far.  Instead he grabbed
Kevin's cock at the base and gave the rest of it the best slobbering
blowjob he possibly could.  He thought back to how his uncle had liked to
have his cockhead suckled, but when he did that Kevin jumped and said
"Softer, dude, that's too wild," so he went back to going up and down on
the magnificent tool.  He could feel pre-cum leaking onto his tongue and it
was ambrosia.

"Suck me, dude," Kevin moaned.  Reginald peeked up and saw that his
roommate had his eyes closed and a big dopey smile on his face.  There was
a bit of drool coming out of one corner of his mouth, and he was just about
as gorgeous as anyone Reginald had ever seen.  He went back to work and was
rewarded with more pre-cum and more sexy moaning from his roommate.  Kevin
swung his legs over Reginald's shoulders, almost making Reginald collapse,
but it was OK.  It was all good.  Reginald took his roommate's huge bull
balls in his other hand and hefted them.

"You think you could like take 'em in your mouth?"  came the voice from in
front of him.  "Elaine never could."

Reginald couldn't either, they were just too huge, but he could take one
ball in his mouth and roll it around on his tongue, and then the other one.
Kevin stroked his hair and growled softly.  "Oh, yeah.  That's the fuckin'
bomb, dude.  Fuck!"

After a couple of minutes of ball-suckling, Reginald went back to work on
the massive erection.  Soon Kevin's butt was writhing on the bed and he was
gasping, "Yeah, dude.  Like that!  Just like that!  Suck me off!  Suck me!"
And then: "I'm fixin' to cum, dude, you wanna take your mouth off it?"

Of course Reginald wanted no such thing, and a few seconds later Kevin gave
a combination grunt, groan and gasp, and sperm started jetting into
Reginald's mouth, so much of it that some dripped out, but Reggie strived
to take every drop of it into his mouth and straight down his throat.  It
seemed that Kevin was cumming for several minutes, his hand grabbed hard in
Reginald's hair.

When it was over, Reginald plonked himself down on the floor.  Kevin peered
at him from the bed.

"That was awesome, dude," he said.  "Don't know what I was waitin' for."

Reginald didn't know what to say to that, and so he said nothing.

Kevin's eyes got big.  "But what about you, dude?  Don't you get off on
me?"

Reginald ducked his head.  "More than you will ever know," he said softly.

Kevin scratched his head.  "Before now I wouldn't'a even though about it,
ya know?  But dude, that was the most fuckin' wicked-ass blowjob I ever got
in my life!"  And then: "Maybe I could try it on you?"

Reginald almost felt like weeping.  Just getting Kevin to strip down and
spread his muscular legs for him was so much more than he could ever have
hoped for.  The taste of his roommate's blazing hot cum was still on the
back of his tongue, and ...

Kevin sat up on the side of the bed, his cock hanging right over the edge.
"Come on, dude.  I don't know what's got into me, but I ain't been this
horny in half'a forever.  You did me, I wanna do you."

Reginald got up on his feet even though he wasn't sure he was going to be
able to stand upright.  He unbuttoned the top of his tennis shorts and let
them drop to his feet.  His dick was furiously erect in his underwear and
he was glad that it was white, because that didn't clearly show the precum
that was leaking out.

Kevin reached out one of his big farmboy hands and put it on the front of
Reginald's shorts.  "Dude!  You've got a boner!"

Reginald almost bust out laughing.  That was the understatement of the day.

Kevin pulled down the front of Reggie's underwear and tucked it under his
balls.  He took Reginald's dick in his hand and gave it a couple of
strokes.  Then he looked up at Reginald with his innocent blue eyes and
said, "I don't really know how to do this."

But it turned out that Kevin was a natural.  Needless to say, Reginald's
six (well, OK, 6.2) inches were much easier for him to inhale than his own
astonishing hog was for Reginald, and Reginald almost lost balance when his
cock was suddenly in his roommate's mouth and on his tongue.  Kevin, who
had taken mental notes while watching porn on his laptop, took Reginald's
hanging balls in his hand and massaged them gently.  And right then and
there Reginald Thompson the Fourth (who was actually plain old Reginald
Thompson, full stop) thanked the heavens above, grabbed Kevin by the ears
and tensed up every muscle in his trim body to release the mother of all
money shots into the slobbering mouth in which his prick was ensconced.
Kevin jerked back when the first spurt blasted into his mouth, but then he
realized it wasn't anything too bad, and so the 19-year-old farm boy
guzzled down every drop of semen that his roommate's balls had to yield up,
the rock-hard cock throbbing in his mouth.

Kevin sat back and ran the back of his hand across his mouth.  "That was
quick."

Reginald felt himself blushing, standing there with his shorts on the floor
and his underwear still tucked under his balls.  "Sorry.  I didn't mean
..."

"Don't worry about it, dude," Kevin said.  "I'm copacetic."

Reginald tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled up his shorts.
"It wasn't disgusting for you?"

Kevin shook his head.  "Uh, uh.  I mean, until right now I would'a thought
it was gross, but I dunno, it was cool."

Reginald sat down on his bed, and Kevin told him all about how he had not
been able to get the dream about Elaine's brother sucking his cock out of
his head, so he had looked up some gay porn on the Internet, gotten himself
a buzz on, and found that he really enjoyed what he was seeing.  He was
lightly stroking his massive tool while he talked, and Reginald felt dizzy.
He had never seen a cock like Kevin's and thought that he never would
again.

"You think you might be up for another go sometime?"

"Any time," Reginald said and meant it.  "But are you sure you don't want
to ..."

"Fuck the girls?  Probably dude, but I gotta tell ya, ya sucked me off
better than any chick ever could.  It was awesome."  And then: "You know
any other gay guys like you who might wanna ... you know, check it out with
me?"

"I'll ask around," Reginald said.  There were some guys in the university's
gay and lesbian club, but he didn't know whether he wanted to share the
wealth on site.  But there were the Edison twins.  Dave had told him that
in the sauna, he and the twins had talked football, but there was something
about the two blond sexpots that made Reginald think that they weren't
averse to some man-on-man action.  He was no specialist, but he didn't
think straight teenagers wore shorts so short that their cocks just barely
stayed hidden.  Maybe Dave knew something about them that Reginald didn't
know, and come to think of it, the idea of Troy and Lance and Kevin naked
together appealed.  It appealed a lot.

***

Troy, Lance and Dave were back at the twins' house, all three of them lying
out back on lawn chairs to catch the late afternoon rays.  They were
stripped down to their shorts to get tan lines, though any of them would
have been just as happy to be naked.  The boys were still aglow from the
hot sex that they had had with Private Wilson and Private Monaghan and then
with Sam the bartender.  Dave O'Malley in particular was dazed by the fact
that until the previous day, it had never occurred to him to look at
another boy in a sexual way, and it had been two unbelievably hot and
gorgeous twins who had taught him what he'd been missing for all his life.
Dave wasn't prepared to march in any gay pride parade, but somehow as soon
as the first big, hard cock entered his mouth and, later, his tight virgin
asshole, he knew that he was home.  He wasn't about to invite his new
friends over to his house, where his parents wouldn't understand and his
sister would be a big pest, but as long as Troy and Lance and their dad
were OK with him at their house, he was more than OK being there.

The three boys heard a car approaching, slowing and then turning into the
next door driveway.  Troy and Lance looked at each other and grinned.  Andy
was home.  Car doors slammed, and the boys could hear Andy's parents, Andy
... and a couple of other voices, too.  Hmm.

Can you guess what's going to happen next?  Stay tuned.