Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 22:00:09
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Mother's Day" (t/t. t/b, m/f)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two fourteen-year- olds, celebrating Mother's Day.  Now what could be more
wholesome and innocent than that?  This story is posted at free gay adult
story sites for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not given to copy
electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or
posting at sites other than those described here.  This is the thirteenth
of the Brewster Boys special events and myths series.  Mother's Day
presents and comments can be sent to the author, J.O.  Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com who suggests that for a truly memorable Mother's Day
present, give your mom a pack of condoms.

                    A Brewster Mother's Day

     A large, thick-fingered hand reached out from under the blankets and
shut off the alarm as the lump under the blankets sighed loudly.  Five
minutes later a head poked out and the right eye slowly opened.
Six-fucking-thirty-five in the morning, on a Sunday no less!
  Henry Schwartz rubbed the sleep from his eyes and swung his feet out of
the bed.  Why had he been so stupid as to make a bet with the Brewster
twins?  Even though the odds of the Crestview Heights Junior High
basketball team winning was on his side, especially with the girlish
Brewster teens on the team, he should have known better.  No matter how
black things looked for them or how unlikely the possibility, somehow the
Brewster brothers always seemed to come out on top.
     The seventeen-year-old, grade eleven football player reluctantly
hefted himself out of bed and plodded down to the bathroom.  As he showered
and then shaved he again cursed himself for being so stupid.  How could he
have wagered to be a servant for an entire day, to four punk kids
nonetheless?  The six-foot-two, hundred and eighty-five pound, black-haired
jock, with only the yellow terry bath towel wrapped about his waist, stared
at himself in the mirror.  The star quarterback at Crestview Heights Senior
High had wide shoulders, a broad hairy chest, and thick, muscular arms and
legs, the result of heredity and working out for two hours every day.  He
had great hopes of entering college on a football scholarship and took his
training seriously.  Returning to his room, he dropped his bath towel and
reached down and stroked his dick as he considered what to wear, finally
deciding on his Boulevard Club navy blue and white check boxers.  Reaching
in the fly and positioning his semierect dick so it wasn't so
uncomfortable, he thought about his date with Cheryl Elwood the previous
night.  She had always been one hot- looking broad, even way back in
elementary school, and since her seventeenth birthday in January, she
seemed to have gotten even sexier.
     They had been dating for a month and a half now and he was sure she
was going to put out for him any day.  Everyone who had ever dated her had
said she was hot, but whether or not they had actually made out with her
nobody had come right out and said.  Certainly they had hinted strongly
that they had, but unlike the case of some chicks who had a reputation for
being easy, none of her former boyfriends ever really admitted it.  Most
boys thought that was out of respect for her, which meant she must have
been especially good, which made her even more desirable.
     There was no question that Henry found Cheryl desirable, but he also
found her a bit strange.  They'd begun dating the beginning of April, and
for the first three dates she'd asked him repeatedly who he'd seen her with
during the big Junior High basketball competition on the first of the
month, and if he'd ask around and find out whom she'd gone home with.
  Another strange quirk for those first three weeks was that if you bought
her anything to eat, she had to be right there with you while you ordered
it, and then she stared at it until she was finished eating, as if she
didn't want to let it out of her sight, almost as if she expected you to
slip her some Rohypnol or Ecstasy or something.  She had really been tense
and cranky besides, not even letting him put his arm about her.  He'd
almost stopped dating her except his ego could not accept that he'd found
one girl who was not impressed with him.
     She lightened up when he told her he'd finally found out that several
of her girlfriends had taken her home and put her to bed after she'd become
ill at the basketball competition.  Then a few days later, about two weeks
ago, she became her old self, fun-loving and carefree, happy to the point
of being giddy, and most of all, coquettish.  When he'd mentioned her
change, she had made some comment about having had her period, and being so
glad she had, and he quickly dropped the conversation.  That was not the
sort of topic any boy wanted to get into.
     So far she hadn't put out, but they'd had some heavy petting, and he
was sure it would only be a matter of time.  Girls loved the prestige of
being able to say they were dating a star quarterback, and they usually
showed their appreciation by spreading their legs.  He knew it was more of
a matter of having a body and looks that turned girls on than his athletic
skills, and he had no qualms about taking advantage of that.
     Speaking of getting turned on, just thinking about Cheryl had caused
Henry's cock to become hard.  Not having had any pussy since he'd begun
dating Cheryl, and having abstained from satisfying himself the past week
in the hopes Cheryl would do the job on their date Saturday, it did not
take much to get the horny teenager erect.  When he got back from the
Brewster's that night, he'd have to give himself a good wank.  Actually,
with his father having taken his mother to Palm Springs for the weekend for
a romantic interlude, he'd tried to get Cheryl to come over for the evening
for a romantic interlude of their own, but being Mother's Day she had
family commitments.  Not knowing how long the Brewster brats were going to
keep him, or what the infants had in mind, Henry had figured it was
probably just as well.
     That brought him back to the matter at hand and he wondered just what
they did have in mind as he finished dressing and drove over to their
house.  He quietly slipped in the back door, one of the twins having told
him that he'd be sure they left it unlocked before they went to bed.  He
felt guilty sneaking into the house despite the fact he was just doing what
he'd been told to do.  Following the instructions he'd been given, he
slipped down the hall to where he'd been told the boys' bedroom was.  It
was seven-thirty, exactly when they'd said to wake them up.  Slipping into
the room and over to the first of the pair of bunk beds, he reached over
and shook the blond haired youth in the top bunk.
     "Mmmm," the boy complained.
     "Time to wake up," Henry whispered.
     "Mmmm," came the muffled reply.  Henry shook harder.
     "Not now, Bobby," Brent complained.  "See if Brett wants to."
     "Time to wake up," Henry said a bit louder.
     One emerald blue eye opened, quickly followed by the other.  "Oh, hi
Henry."
     "You said to wake you up.  It's seven-thirty-five."
     "Did you do it like I said?"
     "Yes," Henry lied.
     "Cool," the teenager said with a sparkling grin as he threw back the
blankets and hopped out of the bed.  The five foot, hundred-and-one pound
fourteen-year-old was wearing cotton, Fine Grey Stripe Calvin Klein sleep
pants with an elasticized waistband and drawstring.  His body was smooth
and hairless except for tufts of fine blond armpit hair and his muscles
were still boyish and undefined.  He seemed particularly short and slim
standing beside the husky football player, and particularly effeminate with
his long blond hair extending down past his nipples.  "You can wake up my
brothers," he whispered.
     Henry hesitated and then crouched down beside the lower bunk.  Pulling
back the covers to reveal an identical blond youth in identical pajamas
sleeping there, the seventeen-year-old football player hesitantly reached
out.  He'd been able to lie the first time, but now he was being watched.
He slowly slipped his fingers in the open fly of the sleeping boy's
pajamas.  Finding his limp dick, warm and sleep damp, he slipped his
fingers around it and tugged as he'd been instructed to.
     "Mmmm," sighed the boy.  "Morning, Bobby."  He slowly opened his eyes
and immediately grinned.  "Oh, hi.  I forgot it was Mother's Day."
     Quickly removing his fingers as his face turned a bright red in
embarrassment, Henry stood and turned to the other bunk bed.
Twelve-year-old Benny had kicked off the blankets.  The four- foot-four,
eighty-four pound twelve-year-old was wearing his new cotton sleep pants
with Skater print design.  With his spiked dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and
high cheek bones, he looked a lot like a skater.  While the twins watched,
Henry slipped his fingers in the boy's fly, the football player's face
turning even redder with the audience.  Benny's penis was even smaller than
that of his brothers' and seemed so tiny compared to what Henry was
accustomed to yanking.
     "You up already Bobby?" asked the twelve-year-old sleepily upon
feeling the fingers tugging on his little pricklet, which immediately began
to respond.  On the edge of puberty the boy was able to get instant
erections, and usually did a dozen times a day.  Upon hearing Henry's voice
he was instantly awake and Henry released his stiff little boner with
relief.
     Henry squatted to wake the last of the brothers, ten-year-old Bobby.
The boy, a smaller and younger replica of his next oldest brother, was
wearing his new two-piece blue polo pajamas with black cuffs and collar and
No Rules screen-print top.  Slipping his hand under the elastic band and
along his soft flat stomach and hairless pubes since the pajamas had no
fly, Henry was surprised to find the boy had a morning wood.  He didn't
know boys that age got them.  The husky football player reluctantly slipped
his fingers around the thin, three-inch long boner and tugged on it.  "Time
to wake up," he whispered, having never felt so embarrassed in all his
life.  The boy inhaled and exhaled deeply.  "Time to wake up," Henry said a
bit louder.  The boy continued to slowly inhale and exhale.  Henry tugged
on his hot little bone more firmly as he told him to wake up for the third
time.  The corners of the boy's mouth quivered.
     "You little faker," giggled Brent.
     Bobby opened his hazel eyes and looked up at his three brothers and
the seventeen-year- old football player tugging on his little prick and
grinned.
     "You little fucker.  How long have you been awake?" the
seventeen-year-old asked.
     "Ever since you came in the room," Bobby said with a giggle.  "Watched
you go over to Brent," he said pointedly, and Henry knew the boy could
tattle on him.  That he wasn't informing his older brother that he hadn't
been woken up in the manner he was supposed to could only mean the kid was
saving that information so he could blackmail him later.
     "Okay," said Brent with a knowing smile as he glanced at his brothers.
"First thing you gotta do is change."  Stepping over to the closet, he took
out a box, and handed it to Henry.
     "What the fuck is this?"
     "A French maid uniform," Brent informed him.
     "No fucking way am I fucking wearing this," the husky football player
announced as he held up the black, lacy uniform.
     "Looser has to do whatever the winner wants, no matter what,
remember."
     "You're joking."
     "Un-un," Brent said, shaking his head, and his three brothers shook
their heads in confirmation.  "And there was lots of witnesses when you
made the bet too."
     Henry looked at the boys, and again at the uniform.  Whatever French
maid it was made for, she was evidently a big girl.
     "We got it at a novelty costume store," Brent said, "extra large."
     "Look, I'm not going to ."
     "You want us to tell everyone at the high school Henry Schwartz
doesn't keep his promises?" asked Brent.
     "Yeah, that you're a welcher?" asked his twin brother.
     "Spoil sport," contributed Benny.
     "Party-pooper," added Bobby.
     Henry began to unbutton his shirt and the four brothers sat down on
the floor to watch.  Stripping down to his Boulevard Club boxers, he had to
smile to himself.  This did have one up side.  Wait until the little
snot-noses got a look at what he had!  He pushed his underwear down,
revealing his thick, five-inch long hose.  His cock was as long as and even
thicker than the twin's when their cocks were erect.  The four boys looked
up at it with open admiration, not with furtive curiosity like many of
Henry's classmates who were also impressed, and envious, of his endowment.
What the seventeen-year-old football player did not know was that ever
since the Brewster boys had seen the outline of his humongous cock in his
wet breeches the night he had played twenty-one-year-old John Howland, the
servant who had gotten washed overboard, in the Thanksgiving play last
November, they'd dreamed of seeing him nude.  They were not disappointed,
which the football player could plainly see.  He looked down at them
smugly.
     His expression quickly changed when Brett handed him the uniform.  The
four boys giggled as they watched the husky football player reluctantly put
on the lacy black panties, the black miniskirt and white apron that came
about a quarter of the way down his hairy thighs, and the flimsy, frilly
short-sleeved blouse.  With his bulging biceps and hairy arms and the tufts
of hair sticking out of the low-cut V of the blouse, the boys burst out in
open laughter, and the more they laughed, the harder it was to stop.
Reluctantly posing while Bobby took a picture of him, again with the
reminder that he'd agreed to do everything they said, Henry wondered what
it was going to take to get a hold of the picture when the day was done.
     The five went down to the kitchen where he was given directions for
preparing breakfast for the boys' parents, and where again his picture was
taken at the stove, and when everything was done, carrying the tray down
the hallway.  Pausing at their bedroom, Bobby took a small container out of
his drawer and sprinkled some of the contents on one of the plates.
     "It said just one pinch," warned Brent.
     "But that's so little," protested his younger brother.
     "What is that?" Henry asked suspiciously.  He, like most others, knew
the boys were full of mischief.  Although nobody could prove it, many were
certain they were behind a number of the pranks on April the first.  That
they would be playing a trick on their mom did not surprise Henry.
     "My secret gift to Mom," said Bobby with an impish grin, sprinkling
the food one more time "for good luck".
     Trooping on to their parents' bedroom, the boys glanced at each other,
opened the door and marched in.  To their disappointment, their parents
were just waking up and were still snuggled in under the blankets.
     "Happy Mother's Day Mom!" they shouted as they surrounded the bed.
     "Mmmm, well," Brenda Brewster said with a grin as she sat up and
brushed her long, tangled blond locks away from her eyes.  She was wearing
white cotton pajamas tops with tiny pink and blue flowers.  The top two
buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a pair of very ample breasts, which the
boys were quick to notice.  "Oh my!" she exclaimed as she spotted the maid
behind the boys.
     "What the he-, he-, heck!" sputtered Barry, catching himself from
swearing just in time.  A smile crossed his face as he gave the maid a good
look over.
     "This is our maid for the day, ah, Henrietta," said Brent.
     "He, ah, she lost a bet with us last month."
     "She's gonna be our servant for the whole day," announced Bobby with a
huge grin.
     "Well, whatever you have there, Henrietta, it sure smells good,"
grinned Barry.
     The boys parted as their French maid stepped forward with the platter.
     "Here, Mom," said Bobby as he reached for a plate, "I made this just
special for you."  He paused as he suddenly realized he didn't know which
plate was hers.  "Oh sh-, sh-, shoot!"
     "The one closest to you," whispered Brent, and Bobby flashed him a
grateful smile.
     "My, scrambled eggs, toast, sausages, pancakes, cantaloupe, orange
juice," she exclaimed.  "It's going to take all morning to eat all this."
     "That's okay," the boys chorused.  Their parents were too overcome by
the large breakfast to notice how eagerly the boys had responded.
     "You forgot the music," whispered Brent to his younger brother.
     "Oh fu-, fu-, for goodness sake!" replied Benny.  "Be right back!"
     Seconds later he returned with his CD player.  Setting it down on the
night stand beside the bed, he turned it on.  "I taped some of your
favourite music," he announced.  "Now just sit there and breathe deep and
relax and enjoy the music."
     "And the breakfast," said Bobby.
     "Yeah, take your time," urged the twins.  "Henrietta will be serving
us our breakfast in the kitchen."
     "Yeah, just take your time and breathe deep," repeated Benny.
     "And eat," added Bobby.
     Going down to the family room, the boys left instructions with
Henrietta as to just how they wanted their eggs, and then turned on the
television in search of cartoons.  A short time later their maid brought
them their eggs, sunny side up for Bobby, soft boiled for Benny, scrambled
with bits of bacon for Brent, and a cheese and mushroom omelette for Brett,
along with a plate stacked with crisp bacon and apple juice.  Not satisfied
with just having their breakfast cooked and delivered, the boys had their
French maid feed them besides.  When Benny told the husky football player
to wipe his mouth with the napkin the four boys thought for sure Henry was
going to quit on them before they even had gotten warmed up with their
orders.  Fortunately the threat to tell everyone how he'd wimped out on the
bet convinced Henry otherwise.  As he wiped the soft-boiled egg from
Benny's chin, he resolved that someday there would be another bet, and the
little twirps would see how funny it was being on the losing side of the
wager.
     Glancing at the clock on the wall after they'd finished eating, the
boys looked at each other, grinned, and trooped off to their parent's
bedroom.  Telling Henry to wait in the hall, they glanced at each other,
opened the door and with great hopes marched right in.  Their mom and dad,
caught in a smoldering kiss, immediately separated.  Brenda turned a bright
red and Barry quickly placed his hand in his lap.  Like his older boys,
their forty-one-year-old father wore only the bottoms of his pajamas, and
this morning he was wearing his new spring pajamas, a pair of olive green
Joe Boxer cargo pants style cotton sleep pants with textured dobby-weave
and a single button fly.  His chest had a dense mat of chest hair, a dark
brown in colour, the same colour as the hair of his two youngest sons.
     "So how was the breakfast, Mom?" Bobby asked.
     "And the music?" added Benny.  'Faking It' by Simon and Garfunkle was
just concluding.
     "Just wonderful," their mother said a bit huskily, "both."  Three Dog
Night began to sing 'Mother Told Me Not to Come'.
     "You finished eating?"
     "Yes, and it was delicious.  Thank you."
     "Henrietta, you can come get the dishes," called Brent.
     "We're gonna watch cartoons, okay?" asked Benny as the maid gathered
up the dishes.
     "Sure," Brenda replied.
     "So you guys can stay in bed and really have a lazy morning," observed
Bobby.
     "We might just do that," replied his father, glancing over at his
wife.
     "We just might," she said with a smile.
     "The boys are going to be occupied for the morning," Barry observed in
a whisper as the door closed behind their four sons.
     "So are you," Brenda replied as she snuggled up to her husband and ran
her fingers through his chest hairs.  She'd never felt so hot since she'd
been a teenager.
     Following their maid to the kitchen, the boys instructed him to wash
the dishes, and then to go to their room and make their beds and start to
clean their room.
     "Did you see Dad's dick?" asked Benny as the boys headed down the hall
toward their parents' bedroom.
     "Oh yeah!"
     "You could see the head peaking out the fly of his pajamas," giggled
Bobby.
     "Was probably looking around for Mom's pussy."
     "You think it popped open the button on his fly, or Mom undid it?"
     "I dunno, but Dad looks way cool in his new pajamas," observed Brent
and his three brothers all agreed.
     "So, you think they're doing it now?" Bobby asked.
     "Oh fuck yeah.  Did you see the look in Dad's eyes when he looked at
Mom when he said they just might stay in bed?  He was way horny," observed
Brett.
     "Sure did.  And did you see Mom?  She looked like she was so hot for
it she couldn't wait for us to get out of the room," giggled Benny.
     "Well, that's no surprise considering how much of that Spanish Fly
stuff Bobby put on her eggs," Brent observed.
     "Well, I wanted to be sure it worked," protested Bobby.
     "You think that stuff really makes a woman horny?" Benny asked.
     "The ad on the Internet said it did."
     "Well, if it didn't, I'm sure the hypnotic suggestions I put on the
tape did."
     "That was way funny," giggled Bobby.  "Saying shaking it whenever they
said faking it."
     "And my mother told me I better come," laughed Brent.
     "How about that one, Lay Lady Lay by that guy Bob Dylan," said Benny.
"I didn't have to do nothing to it."
          "They sure had some funny songs when they was young."
     To that all the brothers agreed.  Having reached their parents'
bedroom, the boys cautiously crept up to the door, Bobby squatted down,
Benny knelt beside him, Brent bent over above his two bothers, and Brett
leaned over above him.  Brett slowly and carefully turned the door knob and
pushed the door open a crack.  Their eyes opened wide, and breaking into
huge smiles, the four boys leaned forward as Brett pushed the door open a
bit further.
     They could have pushed the door wide open and walked right in and
their parents would not have noticed.  The Spanish Fly and subliminal
messages left on the tape had worked very well.  Brenda was laying there on
the bed totally naked, her legs raised and spread apart, and Barry, also
totally naked, was kneeling between them with his arms on either side of
her as he pumped his hips up and down rhythmically.  Brenda was kneading
his back in her ecstasy, and both were breathing heavily.  Four young hands
reached for four suddenly erect dicks and squeezed the swollen flesh
through their new cotton pajamas, their eyes fixed on their parents as they
moaned and panted with pure and open pleasure.
     The boys glanced at each other with bright, sparkling eyes and grinned
and quickly as one turned to continue watching.  Their dad pumped his
stiff, throbbing cock in and out of their mother's vagina, slick with her
juices, and she eagerly constricted and relaxed her cunt muscles as she
rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts.  Ever since they'd learned
where babies came from the boys had hoped to see this, and finally their
wish had come true.  They squirmed with pleasure as they fiddled with their
stiff dicks and watched their parents.  At the same time, their mom and dad
reached their orgasms simultaneously and shivered and gasped with delight,
unaware they were being watched by four pairs of curious, young eyes.  They
lay silently for a few minutes in post-coital bliss and as their breaths
began to return to normal, Barry finally withdrew his still stiff cock from
the wet, blond-haired pussy still tightly grasping it and sat up between
his wife's legs.  The boys stared at his huge, sheaved prick, and as he
began to roll off the condom they quietly closed the door and headed for
their bedroom, their pajamas bottoms tented out and the twins' with a fresh
stain of pre-cum.
     "Oh maaaan, that was so hot!" observed Bobby.
     "Oh fuck yeah!" agreed Brent.
     "Was Dad ever giving it to her!" Brett observed.
     "She was giving it to Dad!" observed Benny as they entered their
bedroom, and the four boys giggled excitedly and high-fived.
     "What are you four going on about?"
     "You wouldn't believe what we just saw!" replied Benny.
     "Never in a hundred years," Bobby observed.
     "Oh fuck, I'm so horny," sighed Brent as he sat on his bunk and
reached down and squeezed the bulge in his Calvin Kleins.
     Henry noticed the bulge in the front of each boy's pajamas for the
first time.  "You boys been looking at things on the net you're not
supposed to be into?" he asked.
     The boys glanced at each other.  "You'd be surprised what we've been
up to," replied Brent with a broad smile.
     "Well, from the look of those little bumps in your pajamas, you can't
have been up to much," Henry replied sarcastically.
     "What do you mean by that?" retorted Brett, knowing exactly where the
smart ass jock was going.  He might be in high school, but the football
player was no different from the dumb, arrogant jocks in his junior high
class.
     "You know what I mean," replied Henry.  "You boys have no idea what a
real man's dick looks like."
     "Oh yeah?  Let's compare," suggested Bobby.
     "I'm a bit old for that sort of thing," responded Henry with an air of
superiority, "and a couple of you are much too young."
     "Fuck you," Bobby replied.  "If yours is so big let's see it."
     "Yeah," agreed Benny, cocking his head and leering up at the older
boy.
  "Show us yours and we'll show you ours."
     Willing to do anything that would give him a break from the maid
things they had been making him do, Henry quickly agreed.  Besides, he knew
he had an impressive hunk of meat, and when the opportunity arose, he
enjoyed showing it off.  The boys all pushed down their pajamas and stepped
out of them, leaving three of them totally naked and Bobby with only his
"No Fear" top on. All four were erect.
     "Ha, you think those little things are something?" sneered Henry
smugly as he pushed down and stepped out of his frilly panties.  "Now this
is a man-size dick."  His limp cock, already longer than the twins'
erections, began to swell as he tugged on it.  The sight of the four
youngsters standing there with their little erections and watching him with
anticipation was more of a turn on than he'd expected and he was soon hard.
The boys stared at the humongous eight- inch bone.  It was almost as big as
their dad's.
     "Oh maaaan, yours is huge," observed Brent with admiration.
     "Shit, it's even bigger than cousin Gordie's."
     "Wonder if it can fire as good," mused Benny as he thought back to the
July Fourth fireworks finale.
     "What's this about a cousin?" asked Henry, and the four brothers
quickly glanced at each other, each one thinking the same thing.
     "Oh, just a cousin of ours from Scotland," replied Benny.
     "Yeah, he, ah, wears a kilt, and well, we seen his thing once,"
explained Brett, the fastest thinker of the four.
     "Yeah, right," agreed Brent.
     "Hey, maybe you can tell us what this thing is," said Brett as he
headed over to his desk, hoping to get Henry away from the topic of their
cousin. The boys were experts at distraction, having had plenty of practice
on their parents.  Besides, Brett realized Henry had given him an opening
for the next thing the boys had planned for him.
     Henry's eyes opened in surprise at the leather and chain harness Brett
handed to him.  He'd seen pictures of men wearing such things when he'd
searched porn sites on the net, but he'd never seen one first hand.  "Where
the hell did you get that?"
     "From a place we found on the Internet," said Brett.  "What is it?"
     "It's a ball restraint and butt plug."
     "Yeah?  How does it work?" the fourteen-year-old asked, trying to put
it on himself.
     "You're way too small," snickered Henry.  "Here, let me show you."
Taking the ball harness, Henry slipped it on himself.
     "I know where this piece goes," giggled Bobby as he suddenly slipped
it between Henry's legs.
     "Hey, wait a sec!"
     "Com'on, open up," Bobby instructed as he pressed the plug against
Henry's tightly clenched anus.
     "Hey you little fuck, stop that," ordered Henry as he turned around.
     "Fuck you Henrietta," replied Bobby, turning with him.  "Com'on help
me guys."
     His three brothers tackled the football player, knocking him to the
floor only because they caught him by surprise.  While the twins held him
down, which was not easy considering his size and strength, Benny tightened
the strap about his nuts and Bobby forced the plug up his resisting anus.
The boys had known exactly what the device was, and how to put it on.
   Quickly slipping the leather and chain belt around their victim, they
hooked the butt plug's rear holding strap to it, pulled everything tight,
and snapped the lock shut.
     "Hey, you little fucks, unlock that right now," Henry demanded,
shaking the boys loose.
     "I think you've forgot who was the servant here," observed Brett.
     "Yeah.  Who are you to be giving us orders?" asked Benny indignantly.
     "Yeah, it's the other way around," agreed Brent.
     "Smile," said Bobby as he snapped his picture.
     "You little fucker."
     "Now, that's no way for a servant to talk," said Bobby with a wide
grin as he skipped out of Henry's reach.  "You better mind your tongue or
I'll send this picture to your mom."
     "Bet she'd be surprised what her son likes to do on the weekends,"
giggled Benny, and the four brothers laughed as they high-fived.
     "Okay, enough joking, unlock this," Henry requested in a much calmer
voice, knowing the Brewsters well enough to know they could just do what
Bobby had jokingly suggested.
     "You gotta jack us off first," announced Brent.
     "What?" he sputtered.  Just what sort of boys were these four
brothers!
     "Yeah, we don't unlock nothing until you jerk each of us off," agreed
Bobby.
     "Now that's going too fucking far," Henry protested.
     "Up to you," replied Brent with a grin.  "But how you going to explain
wearing that thing when you change for gym class on Monday?"
     The leather straps were reinforced with wire, which Henry knew would
make cutting through them difficult, if not impossible.  The device was
made so that it could not be removed by the wearer.  Brent sat down on one
of the bottom bunks and motioned for Henry to sit beside him.  The hapless
seventeen-year-old hesitated and then reluctantly sat down and reaching
over, took the young blond's stiff dick in his hand.  He had never touched
another boy's dick in all his life, and had never had an inclination to do
so.  He was straight, pure and true.  As he wrapped his fingers about the
young boy's stiff cock, a wave of revulsion passed through him.  This was
totally wrong.  Not only had he been taught that guys not mess with other
guys, but seventeen- year-olds did not mess with fourteen-year-olds.  He
gave the boy's dick a tentative tug.  Although large for his age, the
Brent's five inches felt so small and so foreign to the husky teenager who
was accustomed to pulling something much larger.
     As for Brent, watching the husky football player wrapping his large
fingers about his hot bone was as hot as wrapping his own fingers about the
older teen's humongous cock.  He did not have any of the hangups that the
older boy had and he welcomed the opportunity to have cock fun whenever it
arose, and with whoever was available.  Although by that time, even at the
young age of fourteen, he'd had plenty of others wank him off, with each
new person it was like being a virgin all over again.  Besides that, the
awkward way that Henry pulled on his cock told him that the
seventeen-year-old was inexperienced at cock play, which made having him do
it to him even hotter.
     Pulling on the football player's fat, thick dick was hot too.  After
six months of dreaming and wondering, he finally had his fist around the
prize he and his brothers had been fantasizing about, and he was not
disappointed.  Henry's dick was the largest he'd ever held in his hand, and
with the exception of his father's, the largest he'd ever seen.  The tips
of his fingers and his thumb could just barely meet, and having eight
inches of solid cock to stroke instead of five made it a totally different
experience.  Brent worked his fist up and down the boy's throbbing bone
eagerly with a happy grin while the older boy yanked his with far less
enthusiasm and his three brothers sat and fiddled with themselves as they
watched and waited for their turn.  As each of the brothers pumped their
fists, each wondered if he would ever have one that size to play with.  If
the size of their dad's dick was any indication, then that was very likely.
For Bobby and Brent, having many of their father's traits, that was an
optimistic thought.  For the twins, having inherited more of their mother's
characteristics, it was a hopeful one.  Like many boys, the twins were very
conscious about their size, and were constantly measuring.  At the moment
they were just over the five-inch mark.  As for Henry, he was not sure what
to think of all this.  Despite the impression one would get from the gay
porn on the net that every male in the world jerked off with buddies when
young, that was far from the truth, and Henry was one example.  Until that
day he had never even compared sizes, never mind jerked off with anyone.
He even only jerked himself off when he was particularly desperate, having
been taught that it was wrong, and that for an athlete it drained one of
one's strength.  Jerking off with other guys definitely was not one of his
erotic fantasies, and doing it with an effeminate fourteen-year-old in the
presence of his twin and kid brothers was not something he'd ever expected
to be doing.  As far as that goes, sitting in the bedroom of a bunch of
little pervs dressed in a frilly, sexy maid's dress and wearing a leather
and chain ball restraint and butt plug had certainly never entered his mind
either.  Having a totally different perspective of what was happening, it
was not long before Brent felt his balls tighten.  He had been dreaming of
this moment ever since they'd made the bet with the husky football player
and had begun planning for this day.  The fourteen-year-old quickened the
pace of his pumping, and at last with a yell of pure pleasure, he blasted
out a load.  His cum shot out in rapid spurts as only the cum of the young
can, flying through the air and landing on the carpet as his young body
quivered with pleasure.  Henry stared at the hot little spurting cocklet in
his fingers, and at the globs of fresh cum soaking into the carpet.  He
released his hold at the same time as Brent released his.  "Oops," said
Brent with a flushed grin as he stared at the gobs of cum soaking into the
carpet, "guess you'd better wipe that up Henrietta."  "Wipe it up?  You
have to be kidding."  "You really think so?"  Henry didn't as he really
thought about it.  He looked down at the carpet.  Just how far were these
little buggers going to take this?  Just as important, just how much was he
going to be able to take?  "So where do I find some tissue or paper
toweling or something?"  "Use your fingers."  "Fuck you."  "I don't think
so."  The husky boy looked at the grinning fourteen-year-old, and then at
his three brothers. He debated telling them the deal was off and taking his
chances.  From the looks of anticipation on their faces, he quickly decided
that was not a wise decision.  He reluctantly got on his knees and scooped
up a tepid, sticky blob off the carpet with his index finger while the four
brothers giggled with amusement.  He angrily resolved he would get even
with the little fuckers if it took him the rest of his life.  He looked
around, uncertain what to do with the sticky glob of cum.  "Here," said
Brent, offering the teenager his Boulevard Club boxers.  Glaring at him but
saying nothing, Henry reluctantly wiped off his finger and finished
cleaning up the floor, all the while thinking how much pleasure he'd get
stuffing his cum-stained navy blue and white check underwear down the
little prick's throat.  Brett sat down on the bed next and taking his place
beside him, Henry reached over and began to jack him off while the
fourteen-year-old continued to pump his fat organ.  Doing it with the
blond-haired twin was just like doing it all over again.  The boys not only
looked identical, but had many of the same mannerisms.  As Henry studied
the boy's face, his blue eyes fixed on Henry's monster cock and his fine
lips pressed together in concentration, he had to admit the boy had great
looks, and his fine, blond hair flowing down to past his smooth breasts
suited him.  He had only begun to get aroused when Brent had come. Now his
nuts were beginning to swell, and his dick head was burning with that
delightful sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure.  Although not
turned on by sex with other guys, he had to admit the physical pleasure of
jacking off was just as great when it was someone else's hand doing the
pumping as one's own.  Of course Brett, like his brothers, had discovered a
preference for guys to girls, and like his brothers, had been anticipating
the opportunity to have some fun with what had appeared to be a humongous
hunk of sausage in Henry's trousers back in November.  The feel of that
hot, throbbing dick in his hand, and knowing that the boy was not going to
be able to cum, was a real turn-on, and the fourteen-year-old was soon
moaning with pleasure as his young balls shot out his cum.  Like his
brother he shot a copious load and he did not care where it landed, and
like his brother, he had their maid wipe off his cock and clean his fresh
juice up off the floor with his already cum-stained boxers.  Benny was next
and he reached for Henry's thick whopper with the same eagerness that most
twelve-year-olds would reach for a baseball bat.  Of course by this time
Henry was aching to get off a load himself and his cock was swollen even
more than usual.  Benny could not believe the force and strength in that
hunk of flesh as he worked his young hand up and down its length.  Nor
could he believe how great it felt having the hunky football player wanking
his little dick.  It was not long before it was throbbing hotly and he felt
the familiar sensations announcing his approaching climax.  Once again the
twelve-year-old was certain he was going to shoot a load, but once again
although powerful, to his disappointment his orgasm was dry.  By the time
Benny was twisting and gasping with the pleasure rippling through his
little cocklet, now four inches long, Henry was twisting and gasping too.
He had reached the point of ejaculation also, but while his mind was
telling his balls to shoot off a load, his balls were sending back the
message that they could not, and when Benny released his cock it whipped
back and forth like an automobile radio aerial in the wind in its desperate
attempt to satisfy the burning need.  Bobby hopped up next to Henry
eagerly, and when Henry took his little three-inch bone in his fingers, he
could not believe how tiny it felt.  As Bobby took his whopper in his fist
and began to pump it, Henry was surprised how skilled the ten-year-old
was. When he was that age he hadn't even heard about masturbation.  As he
tugged on the boy's tiny pricklet, it being too small to really say he was
stroking it, the boy's face flushed with pleasure and his hazel eyes
sparkled.  As for Bobby, he was in heaven, at least Bobby's perception of
what heaven was.  Wrapping his small hand around the high schooler's thick
cock, it was like holding a fat salami, except this salami was throbbing
and hot.  He slowly pumped his fist up and down the football player's rigid
cock, knowing the pleasure he was bringing the teenager, and the pain too
as his balls, now so engorged with blood they were the size and color of
plump plums, tried desperately to release a load.  At the same time, having
the football player fiddling with his little cocklet was a real turn on,
especially knowing that unlike himself today was the first time the boy had
ever messed around with another boy's cock.  By the time Bobby was panting
with the post-climatic bliss following his orgasm, Henry was more desperate
to get off a load than he'd been on any date he'd ever had.  When he
reminded the boys of their promise to unlock the device they'd tricked him
into putting on, they responded that they would, in time, and noted that
they'd only said they'd do it after he jacked them off, not that they'd do
it immediately after he'd done so.  Henry opened his mouth to argue, but
knowing he could not win it, decided to close it again.  Although at that
moment he was aching and willing to do anything to get off a load, the fear
what the boys might ask him to do next prevented him from asking.  Besides,
he was not about to beg them, or admit that they had outwitted him a second
time that day.  So, he reluctantly said nothing, and gritted his teeth as
the desperate need to get off slowly subsided.  For the rest of the morning
the boys watched cartoons while Henry put his panties back on and continued
to clean up their room, a major undertaking considering the four brothers
were not the neatest of boys, and then began dusting.  Whenever the twins
saw him, they could not help thinking back to April the first when they had
dressed up in Cheryl's clothes and dated two of their teammates.  They
still had her Jessica Bra and nylon-spandex bikini brief blue seashell
panties with stretch lace accents, and her bra and thong panties in a
floral print hidden away in their underwear drawer.  It had been way hot
wearing them, and both boys were hopeful they would find opportunities in
the future to wear them again.  Just the memory of how the sexy material
felt against his skin, especially his cock and balls, and how hot his
brother had looked, gave each boy boners, which of course did not escape
the attention of their younger brothers.
  Just before noon the boys trooped back to their parents' bedroom, and as
usual barged right in.  To their disappointment their parents were just
laying there in the bed reading, and although not under the blankets, both
were dressed in their pajamas.  "How many times do we have to tell you boys
to knock before you come in?"  asked Barry wearily.  "Oops, sorry," the
boys chorused.  "We forgot."  "We just come to tell you to stay in bed on
account of we're bringing you lunch."  "We can get up."  "Un-uh, just stay
there."  "You can stay in bed all day in fact."  "Now that could be
interesting," Brenda said with a dreamy look in her blue eyes and the boys
could not help notice the smile that curled their dad's lips.  The boys
headed down to the kitchen, disappointed they had not caught their parents
"doing it" or at least naked, but confident that the sight of their dad
humping their mom earlier in the morning was not going to be the only such
experience.  They had a lot of plans for their mother on this special day,
and they still had two-thirds of the day to go.  Figuring their parents had
worked up a large appetite that morning, the boys had their maid make them
a huge plate of bacon, tomato, lettuce and cheese sandwiches, something
they knew both parents liked, and a large pitcher of sweetened iced tea to
give them energy for the afternoon.  Picking up their Mother's Day
presents, the boys accompanied Henry back to the bedroom.  Their parents
had by this time discretely covered themselves up in the blankets once
more.  Barry had to chuckle again at the sight of the brawny football
player in the skimpy maid uniform.  He wondered just what the bet had been
between them, but knowing his boys, he decided he'd best not ask.  As Henry
headed back to the kitchen to put things away, the boys turned to their
mom.  "Open your gifts while you eat, Mom," urged Benny.  "Yeah, you're
gonna love them," said Brent and Brett together.  "Really love them," added
Bobby, emphasizing the word love.  Brenda made a big fuss over each of them
as if they were exactly what she wanted and as if they were the most
valuable gifts in the world, as all mothers do when presented with gifts
from their sons.  They were typical gifts, a bottle of a no name brand of
perfume from Brent, a potpourri made up in a heart-shaped bag with the word
"Mom" embroidered on it from Brett, a small box of chocolates from Benny,
and a bowl of colorful bath salts from Bobby.  What their parents did not
know was that all four gifts had been purchased off the net from an adult
novelty shop.  The perfume according to the ad had something called a
pheronome which would make a man "hotter than a bull moose in rut", which
resulted in some very vivid and imaginative images for the four boys.  The
potpourri had a fragrance that supposedly would drive a woman wild for
cock, and the chocolates contained Viagra, which was very much in the news
recently and which the boys figured their dad might need to keep up with
their mom this day.  The bath salts contained a chemical that supposedly
when in contact with a person's erogenous zones made them burn with
unsatiable desire.  Exactly what erogenous zones were and what unsatiable
desire meant the boys didn't know but both had to be dirty, and that was
good enough for them.  "So what did you buy Mom, Dad?" Brett asked as
Brenda opened up the perfume a second time for another smell and Brent
glanced at his brothers excitedly as he gave them the thumbs up sign.
"Yeah, what did you get her?" his brothers chorused.  "Well, something
special," Barry said with a smile.  "But I think she might want to open it
up in private.  It's rather personal."  "Aw, com'on, you got to see our
gifts," protested Benny.  "Yeah, no fair," added Bobby and his twin
brothers added their agreement.  "They do have a point, honey," Brenda said
with a smile as she brushed back her long blond hair with her hand.
Looking over at his thirty-nine-year-old wife, Barry felt his cock suddenly
spring to attention.  "Well, it's, ah, well," he began, unable to get out
of bed.  "It's in the second drawer of the dresser," he finished, totally
flustered.  His cock had not behaved like this since he'd been a horny
teenager, and while it was a pleasant surprise, it was also embarrassing
with his four young sons in the room.  Bobby quickly stepped over and found
the present.  Sitting down beside his dad, he handed it to him as he
casually placed the other hand where he figured his dad's lap was.  What he
felt under the blankets confirmed his suspicions.  He flashed his brothers
a grin and gave them the thumbs up sign as his dad lay there helplessly,
unable to move and praying that there was enough thickness of blankets
between his erection and his youngest son's hand to hide his condition.
Bobby's three brothers knew instantly what their kid brother had found.
"Oh, Barry!" exclaimed their mother, and they immediately turned their
attention to her.  She was holding up a very sexy, see-through black
negligee.  In the box lay a frilly pair of silk panties and sexy black
nylons.  "All right, Dad!" exclaimed the four boys, their eyes bright with
excitement.  Barry and Brenda glanced at them in surprise.  "Ah, looks
real, ah, well . . . ," stumbled Brent.  "Pretty," offered Brett.  "Yeah,
real pretty," chimed in his three brothers.  "And comfy," added Bobby.
"Yeah, real comfy," chimed in his three brothers.  "Well, we better get
going.  Henrietta is taking us to McDonald's for lunch," said Brett, eager
to get out of there before they tripped themselves up even more.  "Yeah, so
you guys can just lay in bed and rest while we're gone," observed his
brother.  "We'll probably be gone a long time," added Benny.  "Yeah,
McDonald's will probably be way busy," Brett advised.  "Oh yeah, we'll be
gone a few hours I bet," added Brent.  "At least two," observed Benny.
"Maybe four."  They all looked at Bobby.  "Well, we could," he said with a
shrug as his brothers ushered him out of the room.  Barry and Brenda looked
at each other as the door closed.  The boys seemed almost eager for them to
know they would be out of the house for the afternoon, and for a fleeting
moment Barry wondered if they knew anything, but he quickly put that out of
his mind.  They were just kids after all.  They probably just wanted them
to have some time together alone.  That was fine with both of them as they
embraced and their lips met.  "You shoulda felt Dad's dick, was it hard!"
exclaimed Bobby as they headed down the hall.  "Not so loud or Dad will
hear you."  "Naw, right now he's probably giving Mom a hot kiss."  "And
getting between her legs for another good fuck."  "Oh yeah, did you see the
look on his face when Mom put on that perfume."  "Oh yeah."  "Maybe we
should go back and check."  "Naw, I'm hungry."  "Yeah, lets go to
McDonald's."  "Besides, there will be lots more chances to watch yet
today."  "Oh yeah," Benny giggled, and the four brothers high-fived.
"McDonald's?  No way am I going like this!"  "What was that about doing
anything we asked for the whole day?"  "Com'on, be reasonable."  "Well,
okay," Brent said as he walked over to the dresser, having suspected Henry
would object.  "You can wear this."  He handed him a bright red bikini
thong.  "No way!"  "It's that, or the uniform."  Henry struggled into the
skimpy swimsuit, which barely covered his essentials.  After some arguing,
the boys finally relented and let him also put on his shirt to cover up the
leather and chain belt, but they insisted he only do up the bottom
button. When they went through the drive through, the girl at the window,
one of the students at Crestview Heights Senior High, got the thrill of her
life, and just to be sure, Bobby forgot to order fries and made Henry drive
through again, at which time every girl in the outlet and a couple of the
boys made sure they had a good look, much to Henry's embarrassment.  When
they pulled back into the street, he was as red as his swimsuit.  When they
returned home, they snuck into the house quietly and sent Henry to their
room to wait for them while they slipped down the hallway to their parent's
bedroom.  Slowly opening the door and peeking through the crack, they were
not disappointed.  Barry and Brenda were totally naked and passionately
deep kissing, and they had a good view of their mom's blond snatch and
their dad's humongous stiff dick sticking out below his dark brown bush.
Both were dripping from the hour of foreplay since the boys had left.  As
Barry began to suck on his wife's large breasts and she ran her fingers
through his hair, the boys glanced at each other, and with huge grins and
stiff pricks, headed off to join Henry in their room.  "Time for some more
fun," announced Benny, grabbing Henry and sticking his tongue in his mouth
before the teenager knew what was happening.  "I want you to suck and lick
my nipples, and then suck me off."  "In your dreams," Henry snorted.
"Okay.  Then I guess you might as well go home."  "Yeah, we'll just tell
everyone how you don't keep your promises."  "Yeah."  "Go ahead.  There's
no way I'm going to suck your dick.  Enough is enough."  "Where do you
think we should leave the pic of Henrietta?"  "Which one?"  "The one in the
maid uniform with his panties off and the butt plug thing up his ass."
"What?" asked Henry, raising his voice.  "Oh, guess you was too busy to
notice Bobby took your pic."  "I think we should put it in the boy's locker
room," suggested Brent "Un-uh, in the boy's can," said Brett.  "We should
give it to the high school student newspaper," suggested Bobby.  "Yeah!
Awesome idea!" the twins agreed.  "Naw, we should slip it under the school
counselor's door," said Benny, and they all laughed.  All except Henry of
course.  "All right, all right," said Henry.  "But I get the picture, and
the ones I posed for."  They agreed and Benny quickly chucked off his
clothes.  Having Henry remove his shirt and the thong, the boys glanced at
each other and giggled as the naked football player dropped to his knees in
the middle of their bedroom and closing his eyes slipped his mouth over
Benny's teat.  Brent and Brett lay down on the floor and began to lick his
cock and Bobby began to strip as he watched his brothers.  Henry got stiff
quickly and was fuming so angrily about the disgusting and humiliating
things the boys were making him do he didn't notice the twins back away and
Bobby snap another Polaroid picture.  As soon as Bobby was done, they went
back to enjoying the horny teenager's huge stiff cock as Henry squatted
down and took Benny's stiff dick in his hand.  He looked at it with
repugnance, and then quickly lowered his head before he lost his courage.
The boy was surprised to find the taste was not as bad as he'd expected as
he began to suck.  He did not do it with any skill or eagerness, but that
was part of the thrill of making him do it.  It would not have been as much
fun if he had been willing the very first time.  By the time the
twelve-year-old was trembling with his orgasm, Henry was aching to get off
once again.  "My turn," announced Bobby.  "You can begin by licking my
asshole."  Henry was about to say to hell with it and let the boys do what
they wanted with the picture of him, but the teenager gave in to his pride,
besides the fear of what the school counselor might do if they did slip
that picture under his door.  Besides, the boys could not possibly think of
anything worse than what the punk ten-year-old had just come up with.  As
he licked the boy's butthole, which again to his surprise he found was not
that unpleasant at least taste-wise, the twins chucked their clothes and
then continued to assault his dick.  By the time he'd finished bringing
Bobby off he was aching so badly he was willing to do anything for relief
no matter what the boys asked.  "I want you to French kiss me," announced
Brett.  As Henry did so, he had no idea that the boys had set up the
computer cam on their bookcase before going to McDonald's and each of the
acts the boys were making him perform was being recorded.  Henry found
sucking Brett's cock was a lot different from sucking his two brothers.
For one, it was a lot larger, and for another, Henry knew what the result
was going to be, and that he was not looking forward to.  At first he was
going to tell Brett to tell him when he was about to come, but he figured
mentioning it would be enough for the little bugger to decide to make him
swallow his stuff.  Instead he decided to take his chances and draw back as
soon as he knew the boy was coming.  Feeling the boy's little dick throb
more strongly than usual a minute later, he did just that, and Brett shot
his load all over his face.  It made for a great video, and the shock got
his mind off his own aching nuts for a few moments.  "That was awesome,"
said Brett with a sigh as he sat back on his haunches and handed Henry his
boxers to wipe off his face.  Happy just to be able to clean the sticky,
warm boy juice off, the teenager did not object to wiping his face with his
own underwear.  "I want you to start by licking my feet," announced Brent
with a grin.  "Oh yeah!" giggled Bobby.  "Brent's got awesome feet."  He
thought back to Halloween and how he'd been able to save himself from the
werewolf by jamming Brent's stinky socks in the evil creature's mouth.
"Well, big ones anyway," said Benny.  "So?  You know what they say about
guys who have big feet," replied Brent.  "They got ears to match?" asked
Benny.  "They can go water skiing without skis?" suggested Brett.  "They
can store more chewed bubble gum between their toes than other guys?"
asked Bobby.  "Eeewwww," responded his brothers as they wrinkled up their
noses.  "You know darn well that they say you can tell how big a guy's dick
is by his feet."  "So that's another thing you're an exception to, huh?"
responded Benny, and he high- fived with his two brothers.  "Very funny,"
replied Brent as Henry began to lick between his toes.  As the
seventeen-year-old ran his tongue up and down the junior high student's
arch, and sucked on his toes, Brent played with his dick.  After watching
for a few moments, his three brothers attacked Henry, Bobby and Benny each
sucking on a swollen nut and Brett licking his twitching cock until it
began to ooze pre-cum.  He then teased the rim of his dickhead, trying to
see how much pre-cum he could get the boy to produce.  After licking and
sucking both of Brent's feet, Henry began to suck on his cock.  As his cock
oozed out another drop of pre-cum and he felt it ooze over his dickhead, he
sucked on the little pricklet in his mouth in desperation, wishing that he
could shoot the load that he had once again built up.  He was totally
humiliated and disgusted by what was happening, but he no longer cared.
All he wanted was for this day to be over.  It was not long before Brent's
cock began to throb out his stuff, and grasping Henry by hair, he prevented
him from pulling off.  The struggling football player had no choice but to
swallow the junior high boy's juicy load while his own swollen balls ached
to release a load of their own like they had never ached before.  Heading
outside, the four boys lay in the shade while Henry served them lemonade
and cookies and then began to mow the grass in his bikini thong.  His
equipment totally filled it as it was, but the boys got up periodically to
go over and grope him to make sure he had a constant hardon, which
stretched the fabric so far out it was impossible not to notice and Henry
was in constant fear his bone was going to rip right through the spandex.
To the boys' amusement and Henry's disbelief at the string of bad luck he
was having, Cheryl spotted him out of her window, and was soon over at the
fence talking to him.  She could not help but notice the leather and chain
belt and commented on how sexy it looked.  Much to his embarrassment his
dick got even harder and he once again began oozing still more pre-cum,
which soaked through the stretchy material.  When Cheryl finally left she
was on the phone immediately to her friends, and in no time there was a
gaggle of girls passing by the Brewsters and stopping in to visit Cheryl.
Henry was blushing so brightly it was a wonder there was enough blood to
keep his erection up, and he was so red it was difficult to tell what was
his body and what was his swimsuit.  The Brewster brothers were grasping
their sides and rolling all over the freshly cut lawn in amusement.
  Things were going even better than they had planned.  Meanwhile, having
heard the lawn mower and seeing the boys all outside, Brenda and Barry had
gone to take a bath together with Brenda's new bath salts.  They knew that
bathing together was taking a real chance, but having already had two
orgasms, they figured it would be highly unlikely that they would get
aroused a third time.  They soon found out they were very wrong as their
genitals began to itch as if they had a rash.  Before long they found
themselves doing a stand up fuck in the bathroom, unaware that the window
had been left open and their four sons, having heard the running water,
were standing outside listening and hoping the cam they had transferred
from their bedroom to the light fixture in the bathroom ceiling before
going outside in the hopes that after all their fucking one or both parents
would decide to have a bath wouldn't get steamed over.  Sticking his head
in the door and yelling to his parents that they were going to the mall,
Brent and his brothers headed out once more with their victim.  They at
least allowed Henry to put his shirt back on.  They of course knew where
his friends normally hung out, the video arcade, the music store, and the
Gap and Guess clothing stores, and they made sure that they took him there
at least.  Of course they had come prepared with a long list of orders for
him, like buy them ice cream or candy, pick up things they dropped or tie
their shoes so the boys could see his thong swimsuit when he bent over, and
even blow their noses, which was Benny's idea.  Bobby reminded his older
brother that he'd made a New Year's resolution to never humiliate his
classmates like he had with Scott Hurd back at Thanksgiving, to which Benny
replied that Henry was not his classmate, and that he had not tied the boy
up as they had Scott.  Everyone knew about the bet and thought it was a big
joke, and even suggested orders the boys could give, which the boys were
eager to do.  A lot of them were little errands Henry's friends thought up
for themselves, or which showed off his outfit.  For example, in the
clothing store, Henry was required to repeatedly reach for items on the
highest shelves, giving everyone ample opportunity to see just how well he
filled the thong swimsuit, and in the shoe store he was required to bend
over and untie and remove each person's shoes, giving everyone a good view
of his butt.  At least the boys were not so cruel as to give him an
erection, and between his embarrassment and anger, he was not about to get
one on his own.  While Henry was suffering his ordeal, back at the
Brewster's, Brenda and Barry had dropped off to an afternoon nap, totally
exhausted.  Both were surprised by the events of the day, and hadn't had so
much sex in such a short period of time since they'd been dating.
Returning home, Brett prepared his parents supper with Henry's help, oyster
fettuccini alfredo.  The boys had read about the power of oysters on a man
on some adult site they had visited, and had figured that by supper their
forty-one-year-old father would be needing a boost.  They wanted their
mom's evening to be just as hot and exciting as her morning and afternoon
had been.  Just to be on the safe side, Brett added some of Bobby's Spanish
fly to the Caesar's salad he'd had Henry make.  The two parents woke up to
the delightful smell of the supper, delivered once again by their French
maid.  They could not believe the extent to which their boys had planned
their day.  If they had known the real extent, they would have been more
than doubly surprised!
  Returning to the kitchen, the boys had Henrietta feed them the spaghetti
supper he'd also been preparing for them.  Spaghetti was difficult enough
to eat yourself, and having to wrap it up on a fork and feed it to someone
else was even more difficult.  As the noodles slipped off his fork or slid
down the boys' chins, or he smeared their lips with sauce, the boys had him
lick the paste off their chins, lips and chests (the boys having had the
foresight to remove their shirts and relocate the cam recorder).  Having
the seventeen-year-old jock licking their faces and lips soon had the boys'
jeans bulging out with arousal.  Leaving Henrietta to do the dishes, the
boys called out to their parents that they were going outside to play.
Receiving a muffled reply from the other side of their parent's door, the
boys cautiously opened it a crack and were rewarded with the sight of their
mom laying on her back on the dresser with her butt at the edge and her
legs in the air and their dad standing there stark naked and furiously
fucking his head off.  Brenda and Barry were so involved they did not hear
the phone ring.  Brett raced off to answer it.
  "Brewster residence, Brett speaking," he said, reaching down and stroking
his stiff dick.
  "This is Henry Farnsworth calling," said the voice at the other end,
impressed by the polite way the boy had answered the phone.  He was the
perfect child, and that thought suddenly gave Farnsworth the idea of using
the four brothers in a television ad for his company.  "I'm sorry to be
phoning on a Sunday, but I need to talk to your dad about tomorrow's sale's
meeting."
  "Oh.  Sorry, Dad can't come to the phone right now.  He's busy hump, ah,
hum-, hum-, ah humming a song with Mom.  Yeah, that's it, they're humming a
song together."
  "Humming a song?"
  "Yeah.  Dad's real musical, and Mom loves music, so they're humming, ah,
some songs from, ah, the 'The Sound of Music'," Brett said, thinking
quickly.  He knew there were a lot of songs in the movie, and that his
mother enjoyed it so it had to be a wholesome movie that his dad's boss
would approve of.  "It's Mother's Day and all you know."
  "Yes, of course.  Well, I don't want to disturb him.  Do you think he'll
be long?"
  "Oh yeah.  Him and Mom will be humming for a long time," Brett replied,
squirming as he felt himself approaching his orgasm and squeezing his
throbbing cock to stop it.  "All evening for sure."
  "Well, it can wait.  I'll catch him first thing in the morning,"
Farnsworth replied.  As he hung up the phone, he made a note to tell his
employee just what a fine son he was raising, and how impressed he was with
him also.  He knew Brewster was a family man, but to be serenading his wife
on Mother's Day, well, the man never ceased to impress him.  He was going
to go far in the company.
  Brett and his brothers had meanwhile headed back to Henrietta, who had
finished the dishes and vacuuming the floor and was polishing the
furniture.  Taking him to their room, Brett had his panties down, his butt
plug removed, and his hot five-inch boner up his butt in no time, all being
recorded by the cam corder they'd removed from the kitchen and all without
any objection from Henry.  Although he was totally disgusted with the
faggot sex they were making him perform, and totally amazed at how randy
the boys were, this being the third time they'd had sex with him, he had
resolved to do whatever it was he had to do and get out of there and chalk
this experience up as one big mistake to learn from.  He knelt there on his
hands and knees on the carpet of their bedroom, and let the horny teenager
fuck his ass all he wanted, one more trophy to be added to the brothers'
collection.
  He'd thought having the butt plug up his ass would be the strangest
feeling he'd ever experience, but that was nothing compared to having
another guy's boner working in and out of it, even a small dick like the
fourteen-year-old's.  To his surprise, he found just the thought of having
another boy's cock up his asshole erotic, and actually having the boy's
five-inch dick easing in and out of his hole was surprisingly arousing.
The fact that it was turning him on bothered Henry greatly.  There being no
way that he could be gay, he attributed his reaction to his decision to
give in to whatever the boys wanted him to do.  Besides, the fact that he'd
gotten hard and that he was aching to get off a load had to be because of
the constant sexual assault for the entire day and the torture the boys had
been putting his privates through.  As Brett grabbed his hips and shuddered
with his orgasm, that was exactly how Henry thought of it, torture, torture
because his rectum was being filled with another boy's cum, and torture
because he could not release a load himself.
  Brett was soon followed by Brent, who stroked the poor jock's engorged
cock while he fucked him.  He was followed by Benny, who envied his two
bothers and hoped that seeping his dick in their cum might hasten the time
when he could also produce sperm.  Ever since he'd spotted the few sparse
hairs on his pubes, he'd been aching with all his heart for the day he'd
begin to produce cum.  Once again it was a powerful orgasm, but once again
it was also dry.  Even so, being the third to fuck the football player's
hitherto virgin ass was awesome.
  Benny was followed by Bobby, whose tiny dick he could still feel despite
having had his asshole stretched by the much larger cocks of his three
brothers.  As the ten-year-old worked his little pricklet in and out of the
football player's hole and tugged on his hot, throbbing cock which by this
time had run out of pre-cum, the seventeen-year-old began to plot his
revenge.  It was only the shuddering of the sixty-four-pound youngster as
he reached his dry orgasm that interrupted those thoughts.  That he'd just
gotten his ass fucked by a ten-year-old made his decision to seek revenge
all the firmer.
  "If you do all our homework, and do it good," we'll let you have the rest
of the night off, offered Brent.
  The four brothers left him there in their room and headed to the computer
room to surf the net for adult sites.  About an hour later Henry sought
them out.  "All right, I'm done," he announced.  "Get me out of this thing
and give me my clothes and those pictures you took and I'm out of here."
  "Well, actually, we've decided to keep the pictures, just in case you
decide to try to get even."
  Although Henry had been planning all day to do just that, and at that
moment wanted nothing more in the entire world, with an end of his torture
finally in sight, he was not about to argue over the incriminating
pictures.  He would deal with them and getting even with the boys another
time.  He quickly took off his uniform and when Brent finally unlocked the
belt and the boys removed his butt plug and the ball restraint, he sighed
with relief.  He wanted to reach down and get off a load right then and
there, but he was not going to give the Brewster brothers the pleasure of
watching him finally cum.
  "Hey, Cheryl's getting ready for a shower or something," announced Bobby
looking out their bedroom window.
  His brothers and Henry quickly joined him, and as they watched her
disrobing through the open windows, all five were soon erect.  The four
brothers all took Henry's stiff dick and working in unison began to stroke
it.  With each boy holding the massive meat with just a thumb and their
first two fingers one above the other like baseball players grasping a
baseball bat to see who batted first, they still had two inches sticking
out.
  After being abused all day, it was only a minute before Henry felt his
cum finally begin its ascent.  The boys knew he was coming the moment they
felt it throb past their fingers and one by one each released his hold on
Henry's thick, eight-inch dick.  It jerked and thrashed about like a
fireman's hose as at long last his cum spurted through the air and out the
window and all over the red tulips in their mom's flower bed.  After being
brought to the peak so many times that day, he seemed to gush forever.  Had
Cheryl looked out of her open window at that moment as she got ready for
her bath, she would have really been in for a real surprise!
  Saying goodby to their maid, Brent popped up a large bowl of popcorn for
his parents, adding a sprinkling of Ecstasy he'd gotten for free from the
drug pusher Tony, who still had not recovered from his own abuse at the
hands of the four brothers.  The spiked popcorn was, like the gifts of his
three brothers before him, his secret gift to his mother to give her a
final boost for the evening.  He and his brothers waited for about half an
hour, and then popping up a large bowl of buttered popcorn for themselves,
they settled down at the crack of their parent's bedroom door.  For the
fifth time that day, the two adults were getting it on, this time Brenda on
her hands and knees on the floor and her husband doing her doggy style.
  "Mom's sure going to be surprised when she gets up and sees the house,"
observed Brett as the boys headed to their room after having watched their
parents reach their orgasms.
  "Yeah.  Everything is shining even brighter than when Mom cleans when
she's expecting Grandma and Grandpa," observed Brent.

  "And we even got the yard cleaned up," Benny pointed out as they entered
their room.
  "Bet Dad's gonna be tired tomorrow," observed Bobby as the boys began to
strip down for bed.  His brothers all giggled in agreement.
  "And Mom's going to be walking bowlegged I bet," added Brett, and the
four boys giggled all the more.
  "What present do you think Mom liked best?" asked Brent.
  "Definitely Dad's present," replied his twin brother as he stroked his
dick with his right hand and took a handful of buttered popcorn with the
other.  His buttered fingers slipping up and down his stiff dick felt
great.
  "You mean that sexy underwear stuff?" asked Benny, copying his brother.
  "No, I mean all the hot fucking all day long," Brett said with a grin.
  "Oh yeah," his bothers all agreed as they high-fived.
  "Actually," said Bobby wistfully as he tugged on his little pricklet,
"the best present is the one Dad is giving Mom right now, but neither are
going to know about it for nine more months."
  "Nine months?"
  "Yeah."
  "Don't be silly," said Brett, the first to realize what his kid brother
meant.  "Didn't you see he's wearing a rubber?"
  "Yeah, he's been using rubbers all day," Brent pointed out.
  "Yeah, well, his cock ain't the first prick that's been in the rubber
he's using this last time," said Bobby, holding up a pin.
  "You didn't!"
  "Sure did."
  "When?"
  "When we brought them the popcorn.  It was easy, the package was right
there on the floor by the bed, and there was only two left so I did both."
  "Awesome!"
  "Yeah, it would be so cool to have a little baby brother."
  "Besides Bobby, that is," joked Brent.
  "Fuck you," replied Bobby.
  "I'd rather be sucked.  I got my dick nice and buttered just for you."
  "Daisy chain!" shouted the four brothers as they made a grab for each
other's dick.
  "Puncturing Dad's rubbers," observed Brent as Bobby took his five-inch
bone in his hand.  "You are wicked brother."
  "Yeah, totally wicked," agreed Brett as he bent his head to lick Benny's
buttered stiffie.
  "A true Brewster," observed Benny as he bent his head and prepared to
take his kid brother's dick in his mouth.
  And that was the end of their conversation as they began to suck on each
other's hot, buttered, salted cock.  Back in their parent's bedroom, Brenda
and Barry cuddled up to each other under the blankets, both of them
exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.  They had always had great sex, but
this day had been phenomenal.  For Barry, it had been many years since he'd
come five times in one day.  For Brenda, she had never felt so horny for so
long, not even as a teenage girl.  As she pressed her naked body against
her husband's, she sighed with pleasure.  This had been the hottest
Mother's Day she had ever experienced, and one which she was sure she'd
never forget.