Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2000 05:54:09 GMT
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters and the Sandman" (t/b, incest)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two fourteen-year- olds, their classmates, their teachers, a couple
preschool cousins, and that man who sneaks into little children's bedrooms
in the dark of night while they're snuggled in their beds. No, not your
funny uncle that everybody talks about in whispers. I mean the Sandman.
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 eighteenth of the Brewster Boys special events
and myths series. Readers are welcome to send the author, J.O. Dickingson,
comments, story suggestions and little cousins at authorsix@hotmail.com The
Brewster's advice for today: embarrassed by the telltale evidence of those
wet dreams? Wear a condom to bed. Besides, you never know who might be
joining you.
The Brewsters and the Sandman
"So, anyway, dumb Conrad goes, 'well, we can do more pushups than you
two wimps any day', and I go, 'oh yeah, you wanna bet pussy boy?', and of
course he goes, 'any time geek boy' so the four of us drop to the floor
right there," explained fourteen-year-old Brent to his two younger
brothers.
"Yeah, Conrad and Jason are such morons," agreed his twin brother
Brett, referring to two arrogant fellow basketball players and foils of the
Brewster brothers, Jason Smyth-Jones and Conrad Blackwell.
The two rich, popular, and good-looking jocks had throughout junior
high teased the twins about their long hair, effeminate looks and scholarly
interests. They had also teased them, along with anyone else who wore
jockey briefs, about their choice in underwear, claiming that real men, men
who had something between their legs worth talking about, wore boxers. The
twins had finally gotten back at the boys by masquerading as girls and
tricking them into dating them back in May, and then culminating and
consummating their relationship on April Fools Day, accompanied, of course,
with appropriate documentation for future use.
Thinking they had destroyed the incriminating videotape of their date
and not knowing the boys had slipped them a blank one, the two jocks began
teasing Brett and Brent all the more, knowing very well the twins could not
tell anyone about their prank without revealing that they had been the hot
"girls" everyone had seen dating Jason and Conrad. In retaliation, the
twins used their Polaroids of the two jocks in their kiddy Pokemon
underwear to blackmail them into wearing Cheryl Elwood's panties on
Bastille Day, and then used their light fingers and book of magic to reveal
what they were wearing to the entire community. Since then, the two jocks
had intensified their teasing and had become obsessed by their feud. The
two were intent on finding ways to put down or embarrass the twins as badly
as they had been embarrassed. In turn, Brent and Brett had responded to
the teasing by spreading rumours that the two boys did not just like to
wear panties, but were transvestites and closet lovers.
"So we accepted the challenge, but not before we bet them."
"What did you bet?"
"The looser has to wear girl's panties and have their toenails painted
on the first day of school next week."
"So what happened?" asked Benny, his hazel eyes twinkling in
merriment.
"You beat them of course."
"Yeah, we won easy," said Brent. "I can't wait until they strip for
gym on Monday."
"Yeah," agreed Brett. "I can't believe the morons agreed to the bet
so fast."
"Well, they've been trying to act so macho ever since Bastille Day
they really thought they could beat us. They forgot how light we are we
had no trouble doing more pushups than those muscle-bound dickheads."
"Besides, you get lots of practice doing pushups," grinned their kid
brother Bobby, jerking his hips to and fro suggestively.
"With you always sticking your cute butt in the air and asking us to
stuff it, how can we help it?" observed Brett with a brotherly smile.
"That was a great plan," observed Benny, "cept for one thing."
"What's that?" his three brothers asked.
"We don't go to school on Monday, remember? It's a holiday. Columbus
Day? Duuuh?"
"Oh yeah."
"How could we forget that!"
Columbus Day at one time had been a major celebration, but with the
First Nations becoming more politically active, and not particularly
overjoyed about celebrating something that marked the commencement of the
Europeans taking over their land, many towns, including theirs, had begun
taking a low key attitude toward the day.
"So we just have to wait for Tuesday," observed Brent
"Cept we don't have gym on Tuesdays," Brett reminded his twin brother
"Oh damn! That's right!"
"Bet those dickheads knew if they lost and had to pay the bet, nobody
would know."
"You should have had some witnesses."
"But then they would know those goons were wearing panties because of
the bet, not because they liked to, which is what we wanted everyone to
think."
"But if they knew about there being no phys ed, they would have
realized nobody would know you were paying the bet if you'd lost either, so
what would be the point?"
"They didn't give a fuck about the bet or the panties. All they were
interested in was beating us at pushups so they could brag about it to the
guys."
"Damn!" cursed Brent. "Now nobody's gonna know about their toes.
That idea of yours was so wicked too!"
"Now who's the morons?" asked Benny with a wicked grin. With his fine
dark brown hair gelled and highlighted with blond streaks, and with his
high cheekbones and fine nose and mouth, the four-foot-ten, ninety-four
pound twelve-year-old was an attractive boy with a devilish look about him.
The twins wrinkled up their noses and stuck their tongues out at their
younger brother as they gave him the finger. Benny responded by spinning
around and bending over. Not only was he good-looking, he had an
attractive, compact backside.
"Anyway, speaking of pushups and my cute butt, now that the brats are
oh fuck!" cursed Bobby at the sound of the crash. Running his fingers
through his dark brown, spiked hair, the boy, who had just turned eleven a
week ago, rolled his hazel eyes and frowned along with his brothers,
twelve-year-old Benny and the fourteen-year-old twins, Brent and Brett.
"So whose turn is it to go downstairs and tell the brats to get to sleep?"
"Brett's," said Brent.
"Brent's," said Brett.
"Yours," observed Benny.
"Up yours, I went last time," replied Bobby.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"No way."
"Hey, listen."
The boys did.
"I think they finally fell asleep."
A sudden thump and a crash from the basement caused the boys to sigh.
"Let's all go," suggested Brett, and the four boys reluctantly got to
their feet.
The boys' cousins, five-year-old Markey and his six-year-old brother
Josh, had been interrupting the boys all evening. Their Aunt Tammy, their
father's sister from Canada, and her husband, Uncle David, had come to
spend the Columbus Day weekend with them, and had gone out with their
parents, leaving the boys to babysit. That had been fine with the boys,
who looked forward to any time they were alone so they could surf the net
for new hot sites or chat with their Texas cousins on icq. Also, at the
end of August, they had made friends with a Makah boy who had just turned
fifteen, and they were eager to share some of the hot sites they knew with
him.
Besides, they enjoyed babysitting and often babysat some of the young
neighbour boys, so had figured the boys would be in bed and sound asleep by
now. They had even given them warm milk and read them a bedtime story to
speed things up. Their two little cousins, however, had been up
constantly, and had caught them in the computer room viewing sites they
should not be in and fiddling with themselves three times so far. That the
boys wouldn't have minded except for the fact that when you are five and
six, you don't always keep your mouth shut.
Approaching the guest room, they paused at the door. There was
silence. Maybe they had finally dropped off. Brett very slowly and
cautiously opened the door. There in the light of the full moon was a tall
dark figure leaning over the two small boys sprawled out on the bed in
their pajamas, a tall scarecrow of a man with a pale, thin face with a
narrow nose and jutting jaw, dressed in a top hat and tails. One scrawny
hand was reaching out toward Josh's mouth, the other for the unsuspecting
boy's crotch. The four brothers glanced at each other, and without a
thought for their own safety, threw open the door and rushed in. Leaping
upon the figure, they wrestled him to the floor with a resounding crash.
"Ow, fuck!"
"You okay Bobby?"
"I landed on a fuckin' truck or something! Right on my fuckin' butt!"
"Shit he's got long legs!"
"He's fuckin' strong for a skinny guy," Benny grunted as he tried to
hold down an arm.
"You might as well quit struggling, you can't fight the four of us,"
advised Brett.
The intruder did not take his advice. Despite the fact the two twins,
almost fifteen years old, were healthy and athletic, they were light boned,
and like their two younger brothers, on the slender side, and the man,
despite his scrawny appearance, was wiry and strong. Even at four to one
the boys were having a difficult time keeping him pinned down.
"Geez, Bobby," complained Brent as he sat down on the man's right calf
and pushed down on his knee in an attempt to stop him from getting up.
"What are you doing pulling down his fly? You're supposed to be helping us
hold this dude down, not messing with his dick."
"That's our kid brother," observed Brett as he struggled with the
intruder's other leg. "One track mind."
"Fuck you," replied Bobby. "I'm undoing his pants so we can pull them
down and tangle up his legs."
"Oh. Yeah. Good idea," the twins chorused.
"Well, thank you brothers," replied Bobby, having easily accomplished
his goal of getting the man's pants over his hips with years of experience
of pulling down the trousers of reluctant boys and men.
"Boys," said the man, gasping between breaths as he spoke for the
first time. "You're making a mistake. Let me go."
"What mistake? You broke into our house," accused Brett.
"And were gonna mess with our cousins," added Brent.
"I wasn't."
"Oh yeah? We seen ya reaching out for Josh," said Benny.
"Yeah, we seen ya," chorused his brothers.
"It wasn't what you think."
"Oh sure," the boys all said, having by then tangled up his legs with
his trousers. Undoing his belt, they lashed his ankles together with it.
They'd used that line often themselves.
"Honest. I can explain," the man said, his voice so soft and gentle
it was a whisper.
"Oh sure," Brett replied as the boys used one of the belts of their
little cousins to lash his wrists together and then pulling them above his
head, using the belt of their other cousin to then tie his bound wrists to
the foot of the guest bed.
Having bound him up securely, they turned on the lights. Their two
cousins, having been woken by the noise and cursing, were sitting on the
bed in their pajamas, their legs pulled up under them, and staring at the
man on the floor in wide-eyed wonder. The intruder, six-foot-six and a
hundred and thirty pounds, looked to be in his late sixties to the boys.
He was dressed in tails, his black waistcoat, vest, trousers and top hat,
which was laying on the floor beside him, having a fine sprinkling of
golden flecks. His shirt and socks were a pale silver, and his boxers were
a navy blue with a pattern of stars and crescent moons. He had a thin,
gaunt face, ghostly white with pale blue eyes and long, thin, wispy white
hair down to his shoulders, a long, narrow nose, and a prominent cleft
chin. Looking at him from the side, his face was in the shape of a
crescent moon.
"You picked the wrong house to break into," said Brett.
"I wasn't breaking in," the man said sincerely, and the brothers,
accustomed to confrontations both when they were those doing the
confronting, and when they were those being confronted, sensed he was
somehow telling the truth.
"Yeah, well you should never have picked our little cousins to
molest."
"I didn't mean them any harm," he replied, and again as pros at
denial, they were struck by his sincerity. They also noticed that he
didn't exactly deny his intent. "I didn't come here to molest them, or
anybody."
"Hey, maybe he didn't," observed Benny.
The boys looked where their brother was looking. There on the floor
by the bed was a large, black sack, with the same fine speckling of gold
specks.
"You're a thief!"
"Wow, we caught us a thief!"
"Fuckin' wicked!"
"Hope there's a reward."
"Oh yeah. A big reward."
"Wouldn't it be great if it was enough to buy our own computer?"
"Oh yeah!"
"With a high speed modem."
"And a cam."
"Oh fuck yeah."
"And a colour printer."
"Yeah, it's gotta be a colour one," agreed Brent, thinking of the hot
pictures he'd love to have printed up.
"I'm not a thief," the man interrupted in that same, soft whispering
voice. "Do I look like a thief?"
"Well, no," the boys agreed as they looked down at him.
"You look like an undertaker," observed Bobby, and they all agreed.
"Oh maaaaaan!" Benny suddenly groaned. "You're the, the, what's that
guy who, you know, comes, well," he said excitedly, glancing at his
brothers with wide eyes. Turning his back, he mouthed so his cousins would
not hear, "when you're going to die."
"Oh maaaaan!" the boys groaned as one, all of them looking at the
intruder now with wide-eyed dismay.
"I'm not the grim reaper," the man on the floor said. "No, not at
all, nothing like that."
"Yeah, he don't have that sickle thing," Brent observed as he looked
around.
"Or a dark robe with a hood," added Brett.
"What are you doing here then?"
"There's something in this sack," observed Benny as he nudged it with
his toe.
"Maybe it's a body," suggested Bobby.
"Oh maaaaan!" cried Benny as he quickly backed away.
"It's not a body. I'm not the grim reaper," the man repeated, but
with his strange, whispery voice, he was not convincing.
"Well, there's one way to find out," Brett observed, brushing his long
blond hair out of his eyes.
"Whose gonna open it up?"
"Not me!"
"Me neither!"
"Well, I'm sure the fuck not."
The boys, who had gathered around the sack, looked at each other.
Brett finally bent over, and reaching out, carefully untied the cord and
opened it up, ready to run at the slightest indication of trouble, as were
his three brothers.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed Bobby, wrinkling up his nose as he glanced
around from behind Benny as Brett stuck in his hand and slowly withdrew it,
cupping a handful of fine sand.
"What is this?" asked Brett, as he opened his fingers, allowing the
sand to sift through them and fall back into the sack. It was so fine it
slowly filtered down like dust mots.
"Careful with that," the man warned. "It's very powerful. It only
takes a tiny little pinch."
"To do what?" asked Brent.
"To put you to sleep," Josh said suddenly and brightly. "You're the
sandman!"
He and his brother had said nothing throughout the entire
confrontation. The boys all looked at the bright-eyed six-year-old on the
bed, and then at the man tied up on the floor. Their captive nodded.
"Holy fuck!" said Bobby.
"Yeah, holy fuck," parroted Markey, not sure what it meant but
figuring he should say something.
"Really?" asked Brent as he studied the man they'd tied up.
"Yes."
"Well, you sure took your time getting here. We needed you an hour
ago, more even," complained Bobby indignantly.
"Hey, you know how many homes I have to visit?" the man replied
defensively. "And your father has sealed this room up tight as a drum. I
had a heck of a time getting in."
"How do you get in people's homes anyway?" asked Benny, the most
curious of the four brothers. "Like Santa?"
"I can, but usually simply through open windows, through cracks around
the frames, through screen holes. Anywhere the wind can get in, so can I."
"You're pretty skinny, but not that skinny," observed Brett.
"I can change my form from solid to air."
"You go to every home in the world like Santa?" asked Markey
curiously, slipping over to the edge of the bed and letting his bare feet
hang over as he looked down at the now not so frightening man.
"No, just homes with little children. If you and your brother weren't
here, I wouldn't be here. Your four cousins are much too old for me to be
visiting anymore."
"So that night when I was like six and trying to stay awake to watch
Mom and Dad, ah, well," said Brett, glancing at his two little cousins,
"you know, and fell asleep in the hall, that was your fault?"
"Yes."
"And all those times I tried to stay awake to see Santa but couldn't
keep my eyes open?" asked Bobby.
"Yes."
"So when we came in, you weren't reaching to put your hand over Josh's
mouth to keep him quiet, you were going to sprinkle sand in his eyes?"
"Yes."
"But your other hand wasn't by his eyes, or Markey's," accused Benny.
"No," the man said simply as guilt flickered in his pale blue eyes.
"You like little boys?" asked Brett suspiciously.
"Yes," he admitted, looking over at the two youngsters sitting on the
edge of the bed. "Sometimes, if a boy is particularly attractive, I just
can't help myself. But I never hurt him. I just look mostly, and maybe
just touch for a second or two, if, well, if he is especially cute."
"Just a second or two?"
"Well, maybe until he gets hard, sometimes."
"So you the reason I kept getting boners in my sleep?" asked Bobby.
"No."
"You were never that cute little brother," observed Brett with a wide,
impish grin.
Before Bobby could give his usual reply, the man on the floor spoke.
"It wasn't that. In your case every time I came to sprinkle sand you
already had a boner."
"Nyeh, nyeh," said the seventy-three-pound, four-foot-six boy,
wrinkling up his nose at his brother and giving him the finger.
"That's our kid brother," said Brent, and all the boys giggled, even
their two little cousins even though they didn't know what the joke was.
"So, now you know what was going on," the tall, thin man said. "Can I
go now?"
"Hey, if you can change from solid to air, you could get out of those
belts anytime you wanted," observed Brett suddenly, being the logical
thinker and less excitable of the four.
"Yes."
"So why didn't you?"
"I wanted you to know the truth. That I wasn't here to hurt anyone.
That I'm not a bad person."
"So if we keep you here, all the little kids you haven't seen will
stay awake tonight," observed Benny slowly.
"Yes."
The six boys glanced at each other and grinned. "Well," said Benny,
"I think we can let them stay up a bit longer tonight as a special treat."
"Yeah," his brothers and their two cousins agreed.
"But you know who I am now, and that I didn't mean your little cousins
any harm," the man protested.
Spotting something on the floor beside their captive, Brent bent over
and picked it up. "What's with the picture?" he asked, holding up a
picture of a four-year-old boy sleeping on top of a bed cover with a
pattern of teddy bears, a happy grin on his innocent face and his pajamas
tented out.
"I collect pictures of the boys I put to sleep. It's, a, well, a
hobby."
"Any of them nude pics?" asked Benny.
"Some boys sleep raw," the man replied evasively.
"You take pics of boys and girls?"
"Just boys. Some of my colleagues prefer girls, and a few prefer
both."
"There's more than one of you?"
"Oh my yes. There are hundreds of sprites like me."
"You all look the same?"
"Gracious no. We are all quite different. But we all have one thing
in common, we all like little children."
"What do you mean by like?" asked Benny suspiciously.
"We like to be around them. We like the way children think, the way
they talk, their innocence, their sweetness, their trusting and purity. We
like everything about being a child."
"And you like to take pictures of them, and touch them," said Brett.
"I do, but that is all," the man said quickly, knowing where the
teenager was heading. "And it's just a gentle feel, a quick little grope,
nothing more."
"Why nothing more?"
"I'd never do something without a child knowing and agreeing. That
would be wrong."
"So if you find a kid you'd like to mess around with, why not just
wake him up, or make your move before you sprinkle your sand and he falls
asleep?"
"I can't. Sandmen can't reveal themselves to a child who is awake,
and when the child is asleep, none of us would ever do anything that a
child couldn't agree to."
"Must be frustrating."
"Yes, very," he admitted.
"And make you awful horny," observed Bobby.
"That too."
The boys looked at each other. Bobby immediately dropped to his knees
and reached for the man's crotch. The man sighed as the boy's hot hand
touched him.
"Maybe, we'd, better, well, you know," said Brett, nodding to the
sack, and then to the two cousins on the bed.
"Perhaps," the man said softly, "perhaps it would be all right, this
one time, for them to watch, if they wanted to, if you wouldn't mind."
"You guys wanna go to sleep?" asked Bobby, knowing what the answer
would be. The two boys shook their heads vigorously in the negative.
"You guys wanna see his dick?"
The two youngsters glanced at each other, and with giggles, nodded
their heads up and down almost as vigorously as they had shaken them side
to side.
"All right," said the brothers with grins as they sat down on the
floor before the bound man. Unbuttoning his vest and shirt, they opened
them, and then pulled them up his skinny arms to where they were bound,
revealing a thin chest with fine, grey hairs and finely haired pits. As
Bobby pulled down his boxers, the cousins, who had been sitting on the edge
of the bed swinging their legs, leaned over for a closer look.
"He's got hair around his willie," observed Josh with a giggle.
"You ever see a guy with hair there?" asked Bobby, and the two
brothers shook their heads in the negative again. "Then come close and
look."
The boys quickly jumped off the bed and joined their cousins. Being
exposed by the Brewster brothers had caused the man to become semierect,
and having the two youngsters leaning over for a good look at his exposed
privates caused his dick to swell even faster. The two little cousins were
fine specimens of boys, having inherited their father's thick, black hair,
including the cowlick in the back, and his greenish-blue eyes, and on their
mother's side the fine Brewster nose and rosy lips. Josh, at
three-foot-eight and forty-five pounds, was wearing a pair of white woolen
hockey print pajamas with red trim around the neck and cuffs of the legs
and sleeves. Calgary Flames was written across the tops in bright red and
pictures of hockey sticks, pucks and hockey nets formed a pattern on the
tops and bottoms. His kid brother Markey, five pounds lighter and two
inches shorter, was wearing Pokemon print pajamas with blue trim. Just the
sight of them leaning over and examining him with their bright eyes had the
boylover erect in seconds, and the sight of the twitching, slender six-inch
cock had the four Brewster brothers in the same condition in a matter of
seconds.
"His willie is huge," observed Josh. "I've never seen anyone's willie
get big like that before."
"Me neither," said his younger brother as he stared at the man's erect
cock.
"Go ahead and feel how hard it is," encouraged Bobby.
The two Canadian cousins glanced at each other, and then at the man
tied on the floor. "It's all right," he advised, his voice quivering with
excitement.
Josh, being the older of the two, reached out cautiously, and gingerly
took the man's hard, hot cock in his hands. His face brightened with the
feel, and with a wide grin he let his brother try. As the youngster's
small, hot hand grasped the man's long, narrow cock a droplet of pre- cum
oozed out. Bobby quickly explained that was something very special, and
encouraged the boys to see how sticky it felt. Of course when Josh reached
out and swiped off the droplet, another quickly replaced it for Markey.
The two boys rubbed the man's pre-cum between their thumb and index fingers
and brought it up to their nostrils to smell it, but drew the line when
Bobby suggested they taste it.
"Have you guys's dicks ever gotten hard?" asked Benny. The two boys
shook their heads in the negative. "Well, it feels awesome," said Benny.
"Wanna see ours?"
"Sure," the two boys replied eagerly.
Not content with just pulling their dicks out of their flies, the
Brewster brothers quickly chucked their clothes and their two little
cousins, with a lot of giggles, took turns examining and feeling each of
them, from Bobby's three-and-a-half inch boner to the twins'
five-and-a-half. Bobby then suggested the two boys get naked like them,
and the two readily stripped off their pajamas. Of course the Brewster
brothers had to feel each of their cousins, and of course they could not
help but do a bit of tugging and fondling besides as they checked them out.
With each of the four brothers tugging and fiddling with their little
dicklets, by the time the last of the brothers had his turn, the fondling
and fiddling had resulted in the two little boys sporting their first
erections.
At least it was the first the boys were aware of ever having, and it
was a new and exciting experience. They walked around the room with their
stiff little dicklets stuck up in the air like miniature flagpoles. They
reached down and squeezed their little projections and they squirmed and
giggled with the pleasure. They pushed their dicklets down between their
legs and giggled when they let go and their little cocks sprang back up.
They of course had to try that trick with each other's, and then with the
larger erections of their cousins. Both boys were uncut, and their skins
remained pulled up over their knobs despite all the fiddling.
"You like being hard?" Bobby finally asked.
"Oh yeah. It's super," announced Josh glancing down proudly at his
little boner, barely two inches long and as slender as a man's pinkie.
"Yeah, super," agreed Markey, looking down at his also and wiggling
his little butt to make it dance to everyone's amusement.
"Well, we got lots more exciting stuff to teach yas," announced Bobby
with a grin as he smiled at his brothers.
Playing scissors, rock and paper, the twins ended up winning the
honour of giving the two young boys their first blow jobs. The two boys
sat side by side on the edge of the bed and spread their legs, and while
Brent knelt down before Markey and Brett before Josh, their brothers untied
their captive so he could sit up and watch the boys' initiation. Slipping
his mouth over Josh's stiff little dick, Brett sucked on it gently as his
twin brother did the same to Markey. The two little brothers glanced at
each other and smiled, not sure what to make of this, and then looked down
at the twins eagerly sucking on their stiff, itching penises. They'd never
heard of anyone putting a guy's dicky in his mouth before, and initially
thought of the idea as naughty. However, as the twins slowly and expertly
sucked and worked their mouths up and down their little boners, the two
brothers were surprised at the pleasure pulsating between their legs. They
still thought of it as naughty, but now they also thought of it as
something desirable.
Accustomed to fiddling around with much larger cocks, it was strange
but exciting to the twins to have such tiny cocks completely enclosed in
their mouths. Knowing that this was the first time the two little boys had
ever had their cocks sucked was a major turnon for the four Brewster
brothers, and for the Sandman, and all except Bobby were dripping pre-cum
in their excitement as they thought back to the very first time they'd ever
been blown.
It was not long before Josh and Markey were breathing deeply with
arousal, their thin, little chests rising and falling as the strange
pleasure between their legs pulsed with a stronger and stronger beat.
Their tongues slipped out between their pressed lips and they stared down
at the bobbing heads of the twins as the tickling sensation between their
legs became so intense it was almost painful. Coating their little
cocklets with spittle, Brett and Brent gently eased their foreskins back
with their lips, and then licked their exposed swollen little knobs,
causing their two little cousins to squirm and to twist their hips as if in
pain, but neither boy asked that the boy sucking him stop. As the tips of
their dicks grew itchier and itchier, they gasped and groaned with the
strange sensation that was both amazingly pleasant and painful at the same
time and they pushed down on the bed with tightly clenched fists. The two
boys giving them their first blow jobs were experts.
Suddenly Josh inhaled sharply and began to jerk his hips up and down
on the bed violently, his greenish-blue eyes wide with wonder, unimagined
pleasure, and a hint of fear. As his orgasm caused his little body to
spasm uncontrollably, acute pleasure pulsated through his little throbbing
cocklet. Never had he felt such a sensation, and never had his body jerked
about beyond his control like that. Although frightened, he felt amazingly
wonderful.
Markey had little time to worry about what was happening to his
brother thrashing beside him as the five-year-old was suddenly hit by the
first orgasm of his life. He gasped in a breath of air and held it as his
body began to jerk and the head of his little dicklet burned with a pain
not unlike that of a scraped knee, but also with a pleasure not unlike that
when he peed. He cried out with the strange ecstasy and trembled. Brent
and Brett ceased their motions and just knelt there, allowing the boys'
climaxes to wash over them.
"You like that?" asked Brent, allowing Markey's stiff dicklet to slip
from his mouth once the boy finally stopped thrashing about.
"Oh . . . oh yes," the little boy gasped as he looked down in
amazement at his stiff cock, swollen and red and still burning with a
pleasant irritation, its skin stretched right back.
"What about you?" asked Brett, looking up at Josh.
"Oh wow! It's awesome!" the six-year-old responded. "I love having
my willie sucked!"
"Oh yeah," sighed Markey. "I loved having my willie sucked too."
"So how'd you two like to try ours now?" asked Brent.
The two youngsters glanced at each other, their blue-green eyes wide
with excitement, and with uncertainty. Getting your willie sucked was one
thing, putting someone else's in your mouth was quite another.
"Doesn't it taste yucky?" asked Josh, wrinkling up his nose as he
looked at Brett.
"Heck no," responded Brett. "Cock taste's great." Still uncertain,
Josh looked over at Markey, and his brother gave him the same look.
"Really. Try it and you'll see. It's just as wicked sucking cock as it is
getting sucked."
"Just try it," urged Brent. "It you don't like it you can always
stop, but I know you'll love it."
That was enough for the two boys. If their older cousin said it would
be okay, it had to be. The twins crawled up on the bed and sat down side
by side with their backs against the head board and their legs spread. The
two youngsters crouched down between their legs and hesitantly bent over,
like two little Muslims about to pray. They slowly and uncertainly opened
their mouths.
"Take a deep breath and just put your mouth around the head first,"
advised Benny.
"The head?" asked Josh, staring at the long, thick cock jutting up
from the teen's body. It had seemed huge before, but was now gigantic
considering what he was about to do.
"The bulge bit at the tip."
"Oh," Josh replied, staring at the boy's dickhead and peehole. His
skin had slipped half way down his bulge, revealing the slightly darker
coloured knob. His brother was staring at the twin cock anxiously awaiting
his mouth.
The two little boys followed the teenager's instructions. Inhaling
deeply and loudly, they slowly slipped their mouths over the teenagers'
swollen knobs. To their relief, they found their dicks did not taste
repugnant at all. Slowly exhaling and inhaling through their noses, they
waited until they were used to breathing with the swollen cockheads in
their mouths, and then they slowly slipped their lips down the shafts of
the twins a fraction of an inch before pausing to breathe again. The two
brothers managed to go halfway down the five-and-a-half inch dicks. Then
with their smooth cheeks puffed out like two little chipmunks, they began
to slide their rosy lips up and down the two stiff teenage cocks. Brent
and Brett glanced across at each other and smiled, their deep blue eyes
bright with lust and their blond-lashed lids drooping. It was awesome
getting sucked at any time, and being sucked by their two little cousins,
only five and six years old, and knowing it was the first time the little
boys had ever had cock in their mouths, was wicked.
The Sandman certainly thought so also. Noticing pre-cum oozing out of
the peehole of his stiff cock, Bobby nudged Benny in the ribs as he nodded
toward the man and the two boys grinned knowingly. He was too occupied
watching the two youngsters giving their first blow jobs to notice.
Already sitting on the floor on either side of him, the two boys moved in
closer. While Bobby reached over and took his hot, throbbing cock in his
right hand, Benny reached over with his left and cupped his warm, hairy
balls. When he didn't object, Bobby began to slowly stroke his huge,
slender cock and Benny began to play with his balls. Without taking his
eyes off the scene on the bed, the boylover reached over and found the
small, slender dicks of the two boys on either side of him.
More pre-cum oozed out of his cock as he wrapped his long, slender
fingers about those two hot little bones, and Benny and Bobby quickly
flipped up the sticky delight and sampled it, causing more to quickly ooze
out. Bobby squeezed the man's hot, throbbing cock tightly and began to
wank harder and Benny stroked his rapidly swelling balls. In response the
boylover tugged on the hot little boners of the two boys as he continued to
watch the twins being sucked off by their two little cousins. Wait until
he told the other Sandmen about this night!
The Brewster brothers and their cousins were finding the night just as
awesome. Brett and Brent sighed with pleasure as their two little cousins
sucked on their cocks, their rosy lips pressed tight about their shafts as
they bobbed their heads up and down. Their hot engorged knobs filled the
youngsters' mouths and they occasionally scraped the rim of their glans
with their teeth in their inexperience, but it was their inexperience that
was such a turn on. The two young brothers were having no regrets about
having tried sucking their older cousins. It was a wicked experience
having a hot, throbbing cock in your mouth, and from their experience, it
was awesome knowing just how much pleasure they were bringing the older
boys. Benny and Bobby were squirming with pleasure also as they felt the
familiar ripples of arousal throbbing in their dickheads and they
concentrated on pleasing their newest partner.
"We're gonna cum in a few seconds," warned Brett.
"It's just like when you started to jerk and squirm and your dicks
felt all tingly like they was burning," advised Bobby, his own little cock
feeling exactly that way as the Sandman's fingers pumped up and down its
length.
"Except when you are older, when your dicks feel like that you squirt
stuff out," continued Benny, remembering the first time he'd come like it
was yesterday, not four months ago.
"We'll tell you when," panted Brent, his face flushed and his cock
starting to go numb.
"Don't worry, you'll like it."
"Noooow," the two brothers announced together a few seconds later.
Throwing their heads back and closing their eyes, they groaned in
ecstasy as their slender cocks throbbed and their young nuts constricted.
As waves of pleasure throbbed through their groins, they shot their thin,
juicy loads into the mouths of the two young boys. Although they had been
warned, they had not known exactly what to expect and with the first rapid
shots of semen they both immediately drew back, their mouths gaping wide in
shock and in response to the rapid squirts of cum. As the fresh teen cum
flowed out of the corners of the youngsters' mouths, the twins continued to
shoot, their thin cum spurting out in rapid shots and striking the two
children in the face.
"Oh my!" sighed the Sandman at the sight of the five and six year old
boys bent over the crotches of the two teens, cum filling their gaping
mouths, flowing over their rosy lips and down around their chins where it
hung in pendants. The last shots of runny teen cum had spattered in opaque
globules over their fresh, young faces. Unable to hold back, he quivered
and his cum shot out like a geyser, flying in the air and landing back down
on his cockhead and oozing down the shaft and over Bobby's and Benny's
fingers. He hadn't shot such a copious load in years.
Benny and Bobby immediately descended and began to lap up the fresh
cream. As the man collapsed on his back, Benny swung around and the
Sandman immediately took his young four-and-a-half-inch boy cock in his
mouth. Benny had been on the verge of cumming, and as he felt the hot,
moist mouth envelop his dick, he shot off, rewarding the man with a copious
load of his sweet twelve-year-old cum while he placed his lips about the
shaft of the sprite and sucked up the Sandman's milky cum. Bobby was also
at his peak, and as he licked the cum from his fingers the youngster
suddenly trembled and began to buck his hips as his dry orgasm struck.
The seven of them finally collapsed, four on the bed and three on the
floor, and they lay there in a daze as they slowly recovered. The air in
the guest bedroom was heavy with the aroma of spilt semen and the seven
inhaled the fragrant air and smiled blissfully up at the ceiling.
"So, did you like sucking cock?" asked Benny finally as he sat up and
looked up at the two brothers stretched out on the bed.
"Oh yeah," said Josh with a sigh as he wiped off his lips with the
back of his hand.
"Yeah," agreed his younger brother, whipping his chin off with his
hand. He looked at the smear of cum on his palm for a moment and then
wiped it off on his thigh.
"Well," observed Brett as he sat up, "there's something else guys can
do that is just as great."
"Yeah?" the two boys said together, "what's that?"
"You really want to know?"
"Fuck yeah," Markey replied, his blue-green eyes bright and eager.
"Fuckin' all right," Bobby said with a wide grin.
The four brothers looked at each other. "I think we should show
them," said Brent.
"You sure?"
"Sure," Brent replied. "How about you and the Sandman?" he asked,
looking at his twin brother, and the four looked over at the Sandman.
"Face to face?" the man asked hopefully.
"Sure," Brett said with a grin.
Bobby ran up to their room to get the tube of KY that they kept hidden
in his insect collection drawer while they piled the pillows on top of each
other in the middle of the bed and had the man lay on his back with his
hips raised by the pillows. As he raised his thin legs in the air, Brett
knelt behind him and grasped his calves, his young teen cock already stiff
and eager to begin. Returning with the tube of KY, Bobby lubed up his
brother's stiff cock and impishly wiped his fingers off by slipping them up
the Sandman's butthole, much to the man's delight and his cousins'
amusement. Brett then shuffled forward and his two cousins watched with
wide-eyed interest as he placed the tip of his greased cock against the
man's butthole. His five-and-a-half inch cock being slender and the
Sandman being hot, he stretched open the man's hole with little difficulty.
As he slowly sank his cock up the man's ass, his little cousins glanced at
each other and grinned. This was even naughtier than sucking.
Slipping his hands up the man's upraised legs to his ankles, Brent
wrapped his fingers about them and began to slowly work his hips to and
fro, easing his young cock in and out of the man's hole. His slender boy
cock throbbed pleasantly as the man's hot, moist hole pulsated around it
and as the man clenched and unclenched his anal muscle. Never in his
wildest dreams had he ever imagined he'd be fucking the Sandman, and as he
grinned down at the elderly, white- haired man and the man smiled back up
at him gratefully, he felt great.
The elderly Sandman could not believe his good fortune. First of all
he'd been wanked off by two hot young boys, and had sucked off a handsome
young twelve-year-old while watching two youngsters receive and give their
first blowjobs. Now a young, fourteen-year-old boy was ploughing his ass
while they were being watched by his three brothers and two young cousins.
The thought alone was enough to give him an erection, and the massaging of
his prostate by the teenage boy's dick was just added pleasure.
Demonstrating how to fuck ass for his two young, innocent cousins was
so hot, Brett had to slow down and really concentrate to stop from coming
before he'd even been fucking for a minute. As it was, the wide-eyed look
of amazement on their young innocent faces as the two naked boys sat there
on the floor cross-legged and watched him was so erotic, by the time he'd
reached the second minute he could not hold back. Grunting and gasping as
he filled the man with his cum, he thrust his aching cock in and out of his
butthole furiously and the man groaned with ecstasy.
"So, you wanna try getting your bum fucked?" Bobby asked Markey as
Brett eased his hips back and slowly withdrew his still stiff cock.
"Sure," the boy said without the slightest hesitation.
"Un-un, stay there," Bobby said as the Sandman began to sit up.
Running up to their room, he returned in minutes with their pillows.
Having Markey lay on his back beside the Sandman, Benny grasped him by the
ankles and as he lifted the five-year- old's backside off the bed Bobby
slid two of the pillows under him. Quickly greasing up Bobby's already
stiff dick for him, Benny then slowly slipped the tip of his index finger
in Markey's tiny butthole. The little boy inhaled deeply and held his
breath as he felt the finger slowly stretch open his anal muscle and then
the tip slowly penetrate him. Benny continued to slowly slide his finger
up the boy's hot, tight hole, and then withdrawing it, slowly inserted his
greasy middle finger. The boy squirmed with the strange sensation of
having his anus penetrated, and with the wonderful sensation as he felt the
finger slowly withdraw.
"How's it feel, Markey?" Josh asked excitedly.
"Real funny," the boy replied. "Like I'm pooping," he giggled.
Bobby shuffled forward and with Markey keeping his legs raised by
pressing his naked feet against Bobby's chest and curling his toes over his
shoulders, the horny ten-year-old placed the tip of his greased cock
against the little boy's virgin ass. Telling his little cousin to push
out, he held him by the thighs and slowly pushed forward. His slender boy
dick slowly entered the virgin channel, and the two boys grinned at each
other.
Benny looked over at Josh, and Josh eagerly nodded without him asking
a word. Placing the other pillows on the other side of the Sandman, Josh
assumed the same position as his brother. Greasing up the tip of his index
finger, Brent told Josh to push out like he was taking a crap, and as he
saw the little pucker begin to open, he slipped the tip of his finger in.
Telling the boy to keep pushing, he slowly eased his finger up the
six-year-old's virgin hole, his finger being only slightly narrower than
his younger brother's stiff dick. Carefully removing his finger, he coated
his kid brother's four-and-a-half inch boner with KY and then wiped off the
excess on his own throbbing erection. Benny quickly shuffled up behind
Josh and the six-year-old assumed the same position as his kid brother,
placing his feet flat against Benny's chest and wrapping his toes about his
shoulders. His toes tightened as he felt the greased knob of his cousin's
dick press against his butthole, and he grunted with the effort and the
weird sensation as he pushed out and he felt the slender boycock begin to
enter him.
The Sandman's hole already having been lubed and having a load of his
brother's cum lining it besides, Brent knew he did not need much lubricant.
Assuming the same position as his two brothers as the Sandman raised his
legs once more, he grasped the slender calves and shuffled forward. His
twin brother quickly reached out and guided his stiff cock to the Sandman's
eagerly awaiting hole. Shuffling in closer, he slowly pressed forward as
he raised his hips, and he felt the man's sphincter slowly stretch open and
slip over his greased knob. That was no longer a novel experience for the
fourteen-year-old, but each time he felt a hot, moist asshole envelop his
cock it felt just as good as his very first time. He paused to enjoy the
sensation of having just his knob surrounded by the man's hot, moist
rectum, and then he slowly eased forward, sinking his slender boycock up
the chute where his twin brother's cock had been only minutes earlier.
The three brothers slowly worked their hips to and fro as they knelt
there side by side on the bed. Their dicks slowly disappeared up the
smooth, compact butts of their partners, and then slowly slid back out of
the lubed holes. Their young, naked bodies were flushed with arousal, and
their heavy breathing filled the small guest room. Although they had
fucked butt together many times before, they never ceased to be amazed at
how erotic it was to have sex together, and as they glanced at each other
as they eased their hips to and fro, smiles curled their fine thin lips and
their eyes shone with pure, raw lust.
Markey smiled up at Bobby and squirmed with still another new, strange
sensation. First there had been the tugging on his little willie to make
it hard and sticking up in the air, then there had been the sucking on his
little cocklet until his body went crazy, and now there was this. Until
this evening he'd had no idea such pleasures even existed. Bobby had at
first been concerned he was hurting his five-year-old cousin as he was
entering him, but Markey had assured him that he wasn't. As he began
easing his cock in and out of the boy's virgin hole, he was worried it
might be too uncomfortable, but again Markey had assured him he was all
right. After the first minute he was opening and closing his sphincter in
time with Bobby's withdrawal and forward thrusts and there was no doubt
that he was delighting in the strange sensation of having a hot, hard dick
easing in and out of his rectum.
Josh was responding in much the same way as his kid brother on the
other side of the Sandman. Both were breathing heavily and grunting with
exertion and pleasure as they felt their assholes being massaged by their
cousin's stiff willies and the strange, warm pleasure spread out from their
pleasantly stuffed holes. Each time their cousins thrust forward they
sparked a strange thrill in the centre of the two brothers' groins which
shot up through their cocks. As the shock of pleasure shot up their little
willies over and over, they began to swell and were soon sticking straight
out from their bodies, and with each thrust and withdrawal of the cocks up
their assholes their little stiff cocklets trembled.
Getting his ass fucked not once, but twice, by a hot-looking, horny
teenage boy, and witnessing the cracking of the two young cherries on his
right and his left, was an experience beyond the wildest dream of the
Sandman. He trembled and sighed with each plunge of Brent's hot, hard
cock, and with each sigh of pleasure from either side of him. His own
long, slender cock was stiff again, and as the horny blond
fourteen-year-old thrust his cock in and out of his asshole it caused his
slender cock to twitch with delight.
Benny, Bobby and Brent gradually picked up the pace. Having their
stiff little cocks surrounded by hot, moist flesh was nothing new to the
three brothers, but each new partner was like experiencing it all over
again for the first time. It was not long before the three were grunting
and sweating as they worked their bodies back and forth, their little balls
drawing up tight under their stiff shafts and their dickheads burning
pleasantly. One by one they shuddered and gasped as they reached their
orgasms, Benny and Brent shooting their young hot cum up the assholes of
their partners, and Bobby quivering and trembling with his dry orgasm. The
two young boys trembled and shuddered with their orgasms also, and as he
felt the second load of hot teen cum filling his rectum the Sandman blasted
out a second load, this one spattering his thin, grey-haired chest. This
was going to be a night to remember, and knowing the Brewster boys, he
suspected the night was just beginning.
"Damn, I can just see Conrad and Jason thinking they're so fucking
smart," said Brett as they road to school Tuesday morning.
"Yeah," agreed his twin brother. "How could we have forgotten Monday
was a holiday!"
"Don't worry," said Bobby. "I got a solution."
"You do?" asked his three brothers in unison.
"Hey, don't sound so surprised. I'm not just the cute brother you
know."
"You're the cute one?" they asked in unison again.
"I thought you were the ugly brother," observed Brett.
"Yeah, the one we adopted because nobody else wanted you," said Brent.
"Actually for the first couple years we all thought Mom and Dad had
brought us home a pet monkey," observed Benny.
"We almost traded you for Billy Hollis's Mario Brothers game."
"If we'd gotten to his house before he traded it for that Playboy
magazine we would have too."
"You want to know my solution or not?" Bobby asked with a sigh,
rolling his eyes and giving his brothers a look of supreme tolerance.
The boys looked at each other. "Can we get back to you on that?" they
chorused.
"Very funny."
"Okay. What is it?"
"This," said Bobby, taking out a ziplock bag.
"What's that?"
"A pinch of sleeping sand."
"You pinched some of the Sandman's sand?"
"Yeah."
"Wicked!"
"Yeah. When did you manage that?"
"While you two were pinching his teats and he was rimming Markey and
Josh."
"That was hot," said Benny with a grin as the thought back to that
night.
"We did show him a hot time, didn't we?" observed Brent.
"Oh yeah, he was really dragging his ass by the time he left,"
remarked his twin brother.
"So really, I didn't pinch his sand," observed Bobby. "It's sort of
payment for showing him a good time."
"Well, payment, I don't know," said Brett, narrowing his eyes as he
thought. Like his brother, his blond eyebrows had darkened over the
summer, adding to his good looks. "That would sort of make us, well, like
'ho's, you know?"
"Or pimps."
"Yeah."
"Okay. Let's say it's a gift of gratitude," replied Bobby.
"Yeah, that's better," observed Brent, and his brothers agreed.
"So what's your idea?"
"Simple. At lunch you sprinkle some sand in their eyes, they doze
off, and you drop their pants and pull off their shoes and socks."
"Where we gonna do this?"
"You can do it anywhere you want. In the cafeteria," Bobby said with
a grin and they all laughed as they pictured the scene.
"Wicked."
"Yeah. Great idea. Though I wish we didn't have to put them to
sleep."
"Yeah. Not much fun exposing their panties and feet if they ain't
conscious of it."
"Yeah, making them all embarrassed is part of the fun."
"That and giving everyone some proof to the rumour about them being
gay."
"You guys are wicked," observed Benny.
"Yeah," the twins agreed as they look at each other and grinned.
"I want to be just like you when I grow up," said Benny with a sparkle
in his eyes.
"So, you wanna bit of sand?"
"Sure. What you gonna do with the rest?" asked Brett. "Looks like
you got enough there for a year."
"Dunno," replied Bobby with a shrug as the bus pulled into the school
yard. "I'll think of something."
The boys all began thinking of things they could do with the sand as
they headed to their respective schools. The elementary and junior high
were side by side with the playground between them, and the high school was
across the street. "Hey, Benny," called one of his friends as he headed
across the playground. "You ready for the big test?"
"Test?"
"You know. In Saultiere's History class."
"Oh fuck, I forgot."
"Well, I think we should all boycott it. It ain't fair having a test
after a long weekend."
"I got a better idea," said Benny with a sudden grin. He spun around
and raced after his kid brother. "Hey Bobby! Wait up a sec!"
Meanwhile, the twins had spotted Jason and Conrad.
"So, you remember our bet?" asked Brent.
"Of course."
"And you're wearing you know what?"
"We don't welsh on bets."
"So, let us see."
"That wasn't part of the bet."
"Then how do we know you're keeping it."
"You'll have to trust us."
"Ha. I trust you as far as I can throw you."
"Tough shit," Conrad responded, and glancing at his buddy, the two
high fived. "What losers," Conrad observed disdainfully. Spotting a
couple girls they were trying to put the make on, the two immediately
forgot the twins, and exchanging grins, they headed toward the girls.
Brent and Brett exchanged grins also. Bobby's idea was not a bad one,
and the cafeteria would be perfect. Of course they would have preferred
the two arrogant jocks were awake when they revealed their secret to their
classmates, but at least thanks to their kid brother they were going to be
able to implement part of their plan, and they would be able to find out if
the jocks had kept their promise. They would have to make it especially
good for Bobby that night, though he was always so horny every night was
especially good for him.
While waiting for class to begin, Bobby showed his best friend, Aaron,
the magic sand and told him about Saturday night. Although his buddy found
it difficult to believe that was what was in the plastic baggie, and that
his best friend had actually spent a night having hot sex with the Sandman,
he knew his best pal well enough to know that anything was possible when it
came to sex.
For the first two periods Bobby mulled over what he might do with the
sand, and by recess he had come up with an idea. As he motioned for Aaron
to stay behind, his best buddy had no idea what he had in mind but he was
prepared to do whatever Bobby suggested. After everyone had left the room,
they approached their grade six teacher, Miss Depree. The twenty-
three-year-old teacher, in her second year of teaching, was well stacked,
and very pretty, not something that the average grade six student would
notice or care about, but Aaron and Bobby were not typical grade six
students.
While Aaron asked her about one of the problems in the arithmetic
exercise they'd been working on before recess, Bobby discretely opened the
bag and then leaning over to look at what she was writing, he flicked the
pinch of sand in her face. His heart was racing with excitement, and a bit
of trepidation, but the grade six student had pulled off enough pranks that
he wasn't overly worried if this didn't work and he had to explain what it
was that he'd flicked in her face. His teacher blinked and looked
surprised for an instant, but to his relief, evidently was not aware of
what he'd just done. Her eyes suddenly becoming heavy-lidded, she looked
up at the boys with a look of confusion, and then looking like she was in a
daze, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"Miss Depree?" whispered Bobby. When she did not respond, he called
her name more loudly, and when she still did not reply, he shook her
gently. She had fallen sound asleep. After quickly closing and locking
the door, Bobby quickly unbuttoned the buxom twenty-three year old
teacher's blouse, and then after some difficulty and a lot of giggling
between he and Aaron, removed her bra. As his hand brushed against her
breast, he noticed a slight smile curl her lips. Having Aaron gently
caress her tits, which the eleven-year-old boy readily did, Bobby quickly
took out the camera he'd brought to school in his backpack. When he'd left
that morning he had no idea what he was going to do with the dust, but he'd
figured whatever he decided to do, getting a record of it on film would be
a good idea. When Bobby was ready, Aaron quickly stepped away and Bobby
snapped the picture of the smiling young teacher leaning back in her chair
with her breasts exposed and a mathematics problem on the blackboard behind
her. After taking several pictures at different angles, Bobby had Aaron
place her right hand on her tit and took several more.
The boys then slowly pulled up her skirt and glancing at each other
and trying to repress their giggles at the sight of her white panties with
dainty pink and blue flowers, they reached out together. Each taking a
side, they slowly drew her fine underwear down. Reaching out ever so
slowly, Bobby studied her face and the two boys prepared to run if she
showed any sign of waking up. He carefully touched her pussy, the first
he'd ever touched, except for Suzie's of course, but she'd been only six
and that was three years ago so he didn't really think that counted. His
teacher inhaled deeply and the boys almost bolted, but she did not open her
eyes or otherwise move.
The eleven-year-old rubbed his teacher's warm, tender cunt lips
gently, hoping to arouse her, besides taking the opportunity to have his
first good feel of a woman's thing. It was exciting, but it wasn't
anywhere near as exciting as it had been touching his cousins' dicks that
weekend. That had given him a boner; this, well, it was interesting. He
stepped back and let Aaron have a feel. The boy grinned as he stroked her
hairy cunt and he thought back to the times he and Bobby had spied on his
older brother and his girlfriend. To the boys' delight, their teacher once
again smiled. Bobby took several pictures of her leaning back and smiling,
and then leaning back and smiling with her hand in her hairs.
After a few closeups, the boys pushed her chair back and with their
hearts pounding, they raised her legs so her feet were up on her desk and
her legs were spread wide to reveal both her pussy and her asshole. Bobby
took a few pictures of her posed like that, and then with his heart in his
throat, he dared to insert her middle finger up her crack. She moaned, but
still did not awaken, encouraging him to remove her finger and insert it up
her asshole. After taking a few pictures, he inserted the middle finger of
her other hand up her pussy at the same time. Finally, with a stroke of
typical Brewster genius, he took a series of pictures with assorted objects
up her two openings, including a piece of chalk, a large green marker, the
tip of the blackboard eraser, and a bookmark.
The recess period practically over, the two of them gave her pussy and
tits a final feel before quickly pulling up her panties and lowering her
skirt. They found it a lot more difficult to get her bra back on, and they
had just buttoned her blouse back up when the bell ending recess rang. The
sound of the bell caused their slumbering victim to finally begin to wake.
The boys dashed out of the room as their classmates were filing back in
from outside.
As they began filing into the classroom, Miss Depree resolved that she
had to stop working so hard she'd never fallen asleep during school before.
Not only would it never do for the parents to find out, but she'd fallen
asleep in a most uncomfortable position, and had evidently given herself a
double wedgie. Her butthole and her pussy were both feeling particularly
irritated, which was going to make it difficult to teach for the rest of
the morning.
Bobby had no immediate plans for the pictures, other than he knew they
could be used to get guys aroused, after which he and his brothers would of
course be readily available to help them get off. He also knew that the
pictures could be used to blackmail his teacher if he ever got in serious
trouble with her. That wasn't something he planned on doing, but trouble
seemed to follow him sometimes. Even if he ended up never using the
pictures, it had been a lot of fun taking them, especially with his best
buddy.
As recess was ending, third period classes were beginning over at the
high school, which for Brett and Brent and several of their basketball team
members, including Conrad Blackwell and Jason Smyth-Jones, was grade ten
boys health, taught by their physical education and high school basketball
coach, Jack Vardy. The high school students had nicknamed him Sergeant
Major Vardy because of his no nonsense attitude and stern discipline both
as a teacher and as a coach, besides his way of talking to them.
"Don't bother opening your books, men," he announced, and the class of
twenty-six boys grinned as they glanced at each other. That meant no note
taking, which meant they were getting a guest speaker, or probably better
yet, a film. "Leave everything here, and come with me." Perplexed but
happy to be doing anything other than taking notes or listening to a boring
lesson, the boys trooped off after their teacher. Entering the weight
room, he called for their attention, and when Sergeant Major Vardy calls
for your attention, you give it to him. "Now, men, for the past month
we've been talking about nutrition and physical fitness. Well, here's
where the rubber hits the road." The boys glanced at each other. That was
Vardy's favourite expression, but none of them had any idea what it meant.
However, for the past four weeks they'd been listening to the Sergeant
Major rant how today's youth was fat, flabby and lazy, and the fact they
were in the weight lifting room, did not make some of them, who were fat,
flabby and lazy, very comfortable. "Mister Jasperson, hand these out."
Neil Jasperson, who'd had the misfortune of being closest to the coach,
took the sheets and began to distribute them as Vardy continued to talk.
"For the next eight weeks you are going to participate in the Richford
Personal Fitness Program for High School Students. Every health class for
the next two months we'll be coming here or to the gym or going out to the
field. We're going to be lifting weights, doing stretches, running laps,
pushups, and sit-ups in an attempt to get those spoiled, sadly neglected
bodies of yours back into shape."
Several of the boys groaned, resulting in a long pause and a slow scan
of the room with his steel-blue eyes glaring at each and every one of them.
"Now, to see if we do in fact make any improvements," he finally continued,
"today we're going to take your measurements: weight, height, chest, waist,
and hip measurements, biceps, triceps and thighs. We don't have much time,
so strip down to those gaunches in double time."
Several of the boys, those who were overweight or particularly skinny,
blanched at the announcement of the physical regimen they were going to be
following, and at the thought of exposing their bodies to their peers. The
macho members of the class on the other hand had already pulled off their
T's and were unbuttoning and unzipping their trousers. "Mister Brewster
and Mister Brewster, wiggle those tight little backsides, we don't have all
day." His habit of calling the boys men and Mister was another reason the
boys had given him the nickname. "You too Mister Blackwell and Mister
Smyth-Jones."
Brett and Brent, having no qualms about stripping down in front of the
other boys despite the fact they were slimmer than most, had hesitated
obeying for good reason.
They had been staring at each other with dropped jaws, unable to believe
their good fortune. If Jason and Conrad had kept their end of the bargain,
this was going to be even better than stripping down in the locker room.
If they hadn't been honest, they were about to find out. In that the two
jocks were usually the first to strip down and flaunt their bodies, plus
the shocked look on their faces, the twins figured the class was going to
be in for a big surprise.
"Mister Vardy," said Jason timidly. "I'm afraid I can't ."
"Can't, Mister Smyth-Jones? Can't or don't want to?" the Sergeant
Major asked, accustomed to having one or two boys object every time he did
this unit, though he was surprised to find it coming from a boy who was as
athletic and extroverted as Jason.
"Well ."
"You do know how to undress yourself by now, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course ."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me," snapped the Sergeant Major
even though the fifteen-year-old had not spoken in an insolent tone. "Now,
I don't have time for priggishness or self-consciousness or other such
teenage stupidity. We're all men here, and besides I"m not asking you to
strip down to your knockers, just your gaunches. If you didn't put on a
clean pair this morning that's your problem, and if it's a zit on your
otherwise beautiful body you're worried about, you should have thought of
that when you were eating those sugar-coated corn pops and drinking that
soda for breakfast this morning. Now move it!"
"But ."
"You want a pass in this class Mister Smyth-Jones?"
The Sergeant Major didn't wait for an answer as he directed Neil
Jasperson, who had stripped down to his Joe Boxers, up onto the scale and
took his weight while the others lined up behind him. Brent and Brett
quickly stripped down to their underwear, Brent in his black, cotton knit
Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and Brett in his grey, ribbed Marky Marks.
Jason and Conrad were the last two, and the two fifteen-year-olds looked at
each other desperately. Knowing they were not going to have any choice
with their drill sergeant teacher, and deciding his wrath was the worst of
the two choices, they slowly unzipped their jeans, and with sinking hearts,
slowly pushed them down.
Jason had snitched the plainest pair of panties he could find in his
sister's drawer, a pair of pale pink nylon Barbie Dolls with tiny red
roses. Conrad had lifted a pair of his mother's, a plain white cotton
bikini, the waist band having the brand name delicately and repeated
imprinted on it: "Her Choice". The two boys stood there turning redder
than the rose on Jason's panties.
With all the students gawking and snickering and trying to hold back
their giggles, their teacher could not help but notice. He'd seen all
kinds of things in his twenty years of teaching, from boys who went
commando, thinking no underwear was a macho thing, to boys who came to
school with yellow piss stains and dried cum stains on the front of their
gaunches. This was his first experience with cross-dressers. Even so, he
took it in his stride. After twenty years of dealing with teenage boys, he
was not shocked at anything. "The socks too, Misters."
"But, they're not going ."
"You questioning me, Mister Blackwell?" he snapped impatiently.
"No sir."
"Good," the Sergeant Major said, turning back to the boy he was
measuring.
All eyes were on the two jocks as they slowly removed their socks.
Jason had again invaded his sister's room and had grabbed the first bottle
of polish he could find, which turned out to be a bright Prussian blue.
Conrad, having found his mother's, had painted his toenails a flourescent
red. Although feeling foolish at the time and figuring the Brewsters would
never know the difference since they'd known there was no physical
education on Tuesdays, both had painted their toenails out of principle.
They did not welch on bets.
Brent and Brett were doubled over in stitches, and several others
could not stop from laughing despite their fear of Sergeant Major Vardy.
Others stared at the two boys in total surprise and amazement, especially
those who were their closest buddies, including two who were on the
basketball team. Suddenly fat Arnold and skinny Alex had no reason to be
embarrassed about their bodies. A couple boys were clearly popping boners,
including Neil Jasperson and Harry Matsu from the tent in Harry's white
bargain basement briefs and the way Neil, who was finished being measured,
quickly held his trousers up in front of him. Of course Brent and Brett
noticed their reactions and whispered to each other that they'd have to
find a way to get to know the boys better. They totally enjoyed and would
never tire of seeking revenge sexually against those who had wronged them
or who were bigots, but they were beginning to find having sex with guys
who wanted to have sex was pretty great too. Mind you, it was going to
really take something to beat the sight of Jason and Conrad standing there
in their pretty panties and blushing from head to painted toenails.
Heading to the boys washroom after class to begin spreading the news
about Jason and Conrad, Brent and Brett found Billy Graham bragging about
his conquests over the summer and how the girls could not get enough of
him, especially when they found out how well hung he was. Rolling their
eyes, the two brothers glanced at each other and slowly grinned. Keeping
him talking right up until seconds before the bell so that everyone else
had left, which was not difficult considering how he liked to brag what a
stud he was, the twins gave him a congratulatory slap on the back and punch
on the arm, and at the same time Brett flicked a large pinch of sand in his
face, which knocked him out in seconds.
Hurrying to the foods lab, Brett got a tray of ice, using the excuse
that his brother had slipped and sprained his ankle. Solidly packing the
ice about Billy's dick and balls until they could not stuff any more in his
underwear, Brett headed off to class, leaving Brent there to keep watch on
their victim. Telling his teacher he was late because his brother had
sprained his ankle, he used the same reason to slip out of class a few
minutes before the bell to check on Brent, which in a way he was doing so
it wasn't really a lie. Actually Brent had once sprained his ankle, so
that wasn't a lie technically either he couldn't help it if he was asked
when. Billy was still slumbering peacefully as they transferred him to the
girls can where they left him in one of the stalls with the door open and
his pants and underwear about his ankles. Of course by then his iced
genitals had shrivelled up smaller than cousin Markey's.
While his brothers had been playing their prank, Benny and his
classmates had tried to get their teacher to postpone their test but to no
avail. Waiting until he had distributed the tests and sat down, Benny went
up to his desk in the pretext of asking a question about the test, and with
his heart pounding and wondering how he'd explain himself if it didn't
work, quickly tossed a pinch of the sand in his face. To his relief, his
teacher didn't seem to connect his quick wrist action and the momentary
irritation in his eyes. By the time Benny had returned to his desk, their
teacher had placed his head on his arms and was fast asleep. For the rest
of the period, the class quietly and dutifully settled down to the task at
hand, sharing answers and assigning individuals to look up each question.
Their teacher having dropped off immediately after Benny had gone up to see
him, they all figured he'd somehow drugged him, which he didn't deny, and
which made him quite unexpectedly the hero of the day.
That noon the junior and senior high schools were abuzz with
excitement. Benny was surrounded by admiring and thankful peers, and not a
few who were awed by his daring. The twelve-year-old beamed and took in
the praise, and began planning how he might suggest a way a couple of his
classmates might show their thanks in a personal way some time. Meanwhile
word was getting around like wild fire about what had happened in the grade
ten boys health class. The Brewster twins helped it along of course,
adding that they had actually heard that Jason and Conrad were not just
closet transvestites, but were actually lovers. Considering the evidence
from that morning, there were many who believed them, including a few of
Jason and Conrad's close friends from the basketball team. Of course those
who were tired of the bragging of the two jocks or had been victims of
their teasing about their briefs believed it even more strongly and helped
to spread the rumour.
Bobby, meanwhile, had sought out his brothers and shown them the
pictures he'd taken, and Brent observed how surprised he was at how hairy
her pussy was. That comment giving Benny an inspiration, and still having
a pinch of the sand left, he borrowed one of the pictures and slipped into
the art room to pick up a pair of scissors and an X-acto knife.
Then he and his best buddy Justin lured one of their classmates, Will
Spellman, into the boys room with the promise of showing him a hot picture.
On the way the two of them began setting him up by commenting how tired
they were and how stuffy the air was in the school, and pretending to yawn.
Showing Will the first picture his kid brother had taken, one that appeared
to be of a teacher exposing her breasts in the classroom but with her head
cut off so you could not tell who it was, he flicked the pinch of remaining
sand in the boy's wide-open eyes. To Will's surprise, he suddenly felt
very tired himself.
Slipping him into one of the stalls, Benny and Justin quickly pulled
down his cargo pants and plaid print boxers. Will had turned thirteen
seven months ago, and was one of the first boys in their class to get pit
and crotch hairs. Benny himself, although having dark brown hair, had only
begun to get his first fine curlies five months ago, and Justin more
recently than that. They, like most of their classmates, had gotten weary
of Will's bragging about his hair, and how the amount of hair a guy had
showed his virility. Trimming his pit and his crotch hair, the two boys
soaped up his underarms and pubes and set to work scraping off the stubble
with the sharp art knife. By the time they were done, his pits and pubes
were as smooth and hairless as Benny's little cousins'. They pulled up
their victim's clothes and put on his shirt just in time, and as Will
looked around in a daze, Benny joked that the picture was so hot it had
made him faint. Will of course responded that was because all the blood
had rushed down to his dick.
They all laughed as they headed out of the washroom, Benny and Justin for
a different reason than Will. The two buddies could not wait until they
had to shower after gym class that afternoon and began thinking up innocent
comments like, "gee, if a guy loses his hair does that mean he's losing his
virility" and "if you lose your curlies at thirteen, does that mean you're
probably going to be bald early?"
Midway through the lunch period, Billy Graham woke up. As he sleepily
opened his eyes and yawned, he realized that there were two dozen girls
crowded in the doorway staring at him, blushing, and giggling. The second
thing he realized, was that he was in the stall of the school washroom, but
from the colour scheme, evidently not the boys' room. The third thing that
slowly dawned on him was that his trousers and underwear were about his
ankles, and that his groin was ice cold. As he yanked up his Markey Mark
boxers, he noticed they were wet and cold, a marked contrast to the heat
from his beet red face. Blushing from head to toe, he burst out of the
stall and out of the washroom amidst the giggles and laugher of the girls.
His presence in their washroom had spread throughout the school, and well
over half the girls had stopped in to check if it was really true, and to
take advantage of the opportunity to see a boy naked from the waist down,
which was not an opportunity many of them had ever had or expected to have.
Just how well-hung the great stud Billy Graham really was had already begun
to circulate among the girls and from them to their boyfriends and from
their boyfriends to other boys, and by the end of the day even the geekiest
of students were going to hear about it. All in all, it had been one
hilarious lunch hour.
That afternoon the teachers in the three schools noticed that the
students were even more rambunctious than they usually were. Billy and
Aaron could not help but share the picture they had lent Benny. The result
was half a dozen grade six boys shifting uncomfortably in their desks and
trying to inconspicuously slip in their hands in their pockets to ease the
pain during a particularly boring history lesson the first period after
lunch, much to Aaron and Billy's amusement.
"Curtis, come up to the map and show us which country today is where
Macedonia was," asked Miss Depree.
Curtis Timmins shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Ah, I don't know
where it is, Miss Depree," he responded.
"Well, come point where you think it is," she persisted.
"Ah, really, I don't know," said the hapless eleven-year-old.
"Curtis, come try," she said firmly.
Holding his hands in front of him, he awkwardly approached the map,
his face glowing bright red.
"Yeah, come," whispered Aaron and the boys nearby twittered.
"Yeah, point to the CUNTry," whispered Bobby, causing several boys to
snort and two to blow out their snot, which resulted in another round of
laughter and more twittering.
Meanwhile in almost every class at the high school, clusters of
students were whispering and notes were being passed back and forth, all
concerning Billy Graham's endowment, or rather, his lack of. It was going
to be a hot topic in the senior halls of learning for a long time to come.
At the junior high, Will Spellman was feeling his smooth armpits and
staring in disbelief at his depilated pubes, much to the amusement of the
grade eight boys physical education class as Benny and Justin began their
comments.
One of the classes the last two periods of the day at the high school
was a double period audiovisual communications course for grade ten in
which Brent, Brett, Conrad and Jason were all enrolled. Being offered
opposite cosmetology, sewing, wood shop and mechanics, the small class of
twelve students was composed totally of boys, all of whom were either not
interested or not skilled in the more traditional choices for boys.
Inspired by his younger brothers' schemes, Brett had come up with his own
idea and had been anxiously awaiting this moment. As he entered the
classroom, he walked right up their teacher and tossed the last of his sand
in her face. She was a well-built and good-looking thirty-five-year-old
teacher, but as Brett and his brother watched patiently as her head began
to nod and eventually she rested it on her arms and fell fast asleep, it
was for a far different reason than their eleven-year-old brother's.
"Mrs Hunt must have had a wild weekend," observed Brett.
"Maybe her husband wore her out," suggested Steve Bulllard, one of the
older and less bright students picking up credits so he could graduate.
Wearing low-cut blouses and short skirts, Mrs Hunt had generated more than
a few comments from the class of horny teenagers over the first month of
school about her sexiness.
"So what about you two, you wear each other out too?" asked Matt
Collins with a leer as he looked over at Jason and Conrad.
"I'd watch my tongue if I were you," snapped Jason. He and Matt had
tangled on several occasions. Matt was on the football team and in top
physical condition, and like Jason, had a big ego. Both thought they were
quite the athletes, and quite the studs.
"Yeah, where I'd like your tongue to go, I can't watch, pussy boy,"
Matt retorted.
"What about it Conrad, Jason give a good rim job?"
The two boys glanced at each other.
"So how's it feel to be outed?" asked Matt.
"We're not outed," retorted Jason indignantly. "We're no fags."
"Just two ordinary boys who happen to like wearing hot panties and who
paint their toenails."
The two boys began to turn red with anger, and embarrassment.
"Tell them," Jason said, looking at Brett and Brent.
"Tell them what?" Brett asked innocently.
"About the bet."
"What bet?"
"Com'on, don't play cute!"
"Hear you and your boyfriend look real cute," observed Billy Hollis,
the class jokester and one of the twins' best friends.
"Oh, they are," observed Harry Matsu.
"Com'on, show those of us who haven't seen yet," urged Matt. "We've
heard all about it."
"It was a joke, okay. A bet we made with the Brewster geeks."
"What is this bet you keep talking about?" asked Brent innocently as
he looked at his brother. Brett looked back at him with equal surprise and
bewilderment and shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.
"You buggers. You know damn well why we're wearing . . . wearing
what we are."
"Enough talk," observed Matt as he got to his feet. Matt was on the
football team, and had the height, muscles and weight for it. "Drop your
pants and take off your socks. I want to see."
"Ah, look, Matt ."
"Want I should strip you?"
"Bet they're more used to stripping each other."
"Hey, lets make a movie," suggested Brett. The others all turned to
look at him. "Of Jason and Conrad doing a striptease for us."
"Yeah," agreed Harry, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "We can
begin with them stripping themselves, and end with them pulling down each
other's panties."
"Oh yeah," agreed several others.
"Very funny guys," said Jason, starting to get a little frightened.
"Yeah, funny."
"Do it," said Matt simply.
"This is Visual Communications 10 after all," observed Harry.
By then a couple of the boys had brought out the school video camera
and set it up and one of them had taken out the CD player and found a "Now
3" CD. As Chumbawamba began with "Tubthumping", the seven boys surrounded
Jason and Conrad expectantly while Billy aimed the video camera. Knowing
they had no choice, they slowly began to move with the music as they
unbuttoned their shirts and their audience cheered. Slowly removing their
shirts, just the sight of their smooth torsos and well-developed muscles
had Brent and Brett stiff, and they noticed that Harry had suddenly dropped
his hands in front of his crotch.
The two hapless teenagers awkwardly balanced on one leg and then the
other to remove their shoes, and then they unzipped their black designer
jeans and pushed them down. Matt was heard to mutter a curse of surprise
over the sound of the music. By the time Marcy Playground began "Sex and
Candy" the boys were down to their panties, "like double cherry pie".
"There, satisfied?" asked Jason.
"All the way," instructed Matt.
"Do each other," added Harry.
"Take it off, take it off," chanted the rest of the students, all of
them keeping an eye on their teacher just in case she woke up.
The two teenagers turned to each other, and reluctantly reached out
for each other's panties as Meredith Brooks began "Bitch", much to the
amusement of the class. Figuring the faster they did it the sooner their
ordeal would be over, they slipped their hands under each other's waistband
and pushed down, revealing each other's smooth compact asses and privates.
"I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner.
. . . "
By that time half the boys watching were in various states of arousal.
"Now show us how you pussy boys make love," ordered Matt, relishing
his power over his arch rival for sports recognition and for women.
"We're not fucking lovers," snapped Jason. "This has gone far
enough."
As he bent over to pick up his panties, he realized the absurdity of the
action.
"Sure, we know, it was all a bet with the Brewsters, who know nothing
about it. If that's the story you want everyone to believe, that's no skin
off my ass," said Matt. "I won't argue with you outside of this classroom.
In fact I'll even support your claim if you put on a little show for us."
"Yeah, so will we," said Brett with a wide grin.
"And if you don't, we'll have a show to show everyone," said Billy
from behind the camera.
Jason and Conrad looked at each other. "This is blackmail."
"Whatever," said Matt. "Now time's wasting. You'd better hustle
before Mrs. Hunt wakes up."
"Com'on, let's see some hot smooching," coached Brent.
The two boys glanced at him and thought immediately of their date with
the Brewster brothers. Turning and looking at each other, each tried to
imagine the other as a girl. Relying on their experience with the
Brewsters, they stepped forward, and after a bit of clumsiness in where
their arms went, embraced each other and bent their heads forward in a
kiss.
Several of the guys hooted and cheered. Closing their eyes, they ignored
the catcalls and comments and concentrated on imagining the lips they were
pressing theirs against were a girls, and that the body they were embracing
and caressing did not have a dick and balls hanging between the legs.
Their faces burning hotly with humiliation and anger, they made love to
each other as the camera rolled, kissing, embracing, and caressing, but
keeping their hands well away from each other's butt and privates to the
music of the Wallflowers.
"All right, that's enough kid stuff," snorted Matt after a few
minutes.
"It's time to get serious you limp-wristed pussies." He stood and
unzipping his blue jeans, hefted out his cock. It was erect, seven inches
and thick as a sausage. "Now this is a man's cock. Which one of you pussy
boys wants to suck it?"
"Now, that's fucking enough," protested Jason as he bent over to pick
up his pants.
"Your ass will do just as well," said Matt, stepping forward and
pinning Jason in position. The boys watching hooted their encouragement.
"With a monster cock like that, I think you'd better lube up," said
Brett, quickly getting to his feet. Opening his backpack, he withdrew a
tube of KY and approached the six-foot-four football player. Without
waiting, he knelt down and squeezing a line of jell the length of Matt's
thick cock, he reached up and began to smear it over the monster. Nobody
questioned why he carried a tube of KY in his back pack as they stared at
the huge, glistening rod and collectively held their breaths as Matt, still
pinning Jason's arms and holding him in a bending position, wiggled forward
until the tip of his erection was up against the hapless boy's hole. It
was not the first time Jason had felt a hard, hot cockhead at his back
door, and he opened up and pushed out, knowing nothing was going to stop
Matt, and that it was the only way to ease the pain.
Following Matt's lead, Steve and Neil both stepped up to Conrad as
they pulled down their flies.
"You want the front or the back?" asked Neil, deferring to the older
and bigger boy.
"Both," said Steve with a grin, but I'll start with the back."
"Ah, no, guys, no," said Conrad as he began backing up.
"Com'on pussy boy, you look so pretty in those bright red toenails."
"Besides, everyone knows when a girl says no, she really means yes."
As the two took positions on either side of Conrad, Harry pushed down
his pants and approached Jason from the front. His ass being stuffed with
Matt's huge cock, the once arrogant stud opened his mouth, knowing that to
refuse would only result in more verbal abuse, and in the end, he was going
to either have to do it willing, or be forced. At least willingly he had
some control over just how far and how fast he went down.
While Billy caught it all on film, the other five boys sat back and
watched as Paula Cole sang "I Don't Want to Wait" in the background. It
was unbelievable. The two jocks were bent over and getting their backsides
plowed by the two larger, older boys while they worked their lips up and
down the shafts of the two boys in front of them. There was no doubt that
the two wanted it. Who would have ever thought! Steve and Matt were
definitely enjoying themselves, as were Harry and Neil. It was not long
before the four boys were gasping and grunting, the two in the back
grasping the jock studs by the hips as they thrust their cocks in and out
of their asses, and the two in the front grabbing their suckers by the
shoulders as they began to jerk their hips in response to the first blow
jobs either had ever received. One by one the four boys announced their
ejaculations.
As soon as the four stepped away, Brent and Brett approached their two
victims from the back, and fat Arnold pulled out his fat sausage as he
approached Conrad from the front. The fifteen-year-old jock was certain
there was no way he was going to be able to get Arnold's fat knob in his
mouth, but he was grateful that at least he wasn't going to be stuffed by
it. That was his thought as he opened his mouth as wide as he could and
slipped his lips over the fat knob of the stiff sausage.
Cam Souyong, a new immigrant from Thailand, approached Jason. Cam,
with his butterscotch skin and rich brown, almond eyes, and short, dark
black hair was a knockout. Nobody knew, but he was also gay, and not
without experience. The sixteen-year-old had no idea why the two boys had
painted their toenails and were wearing panties, but he sensed that Jason
and Conrad were not really what everyone was claiming, and the idea of
forcing two good- looking straight boys to have sex with the rest of the
class was a real turnon. His sixth sense, his gaydar, did tell him that
although the two boys were not gay, the twins, on the other hand, very
likely were. As he stood before Jason and the boy slipped his lips over
his stiff cock, Cam looked Brett in the eyes, and as the blond teenager
smiled at him, the boy from Thailand knew he was right. This was hot, but
the possibility of making it with the long-haired, blue-eyed blond some
time in the future was even hotter. As Jason began to suck his cock and
Brett began to fuck Jason's ass, Cam's cock throbbed with desire.
It did not take the four horny teenagers long to reach their orgasms.
While Brett took over on the camera, Billy and Keith approached the two
totally humiliated jocks. Keith, who was a fellow basketball player, was a
virgin, and had never even considered sex with a guy before. So, he was
surprised how hot he'd gotten watching the others, and how quickly the
others had stepped forward without the slightest hesitation to have sex
with the two guys. It had to be their teenage hormones. Everyone joked
about that, even the adults. Surely he could not be the only straight
among them. As Conrad slipped his lips over Keith's stiff cock and the boy
felt his buddy's hot, moist mouth envelop his dick, Keith quickly put aside
his doubts about what he was doing. This felt way better than jacking off,
and really, it didn't mean anything. He was not the one doing the sucking
after all.
With the first period just drawing to a close, the ten boys began to
pair up for another round as the Verve began "Bittersweet Symphony". It
was not every day that they had a chance to get blown, or to get a piece of
ass, and the way they were all feeling, it didn't really matter that they
were getting off with a couple faggots. This was sex, plain and simple.
By that time Jason and Conrad no longer cared. One more cock up the ass or
one more shot of cum down the throat didn't matter. Blocking out
everything else, the two jocks concentrated on the two Brewster twins and
on Matt and Steve. The first two were the reason they'd gotten into this
predicament, and the latter two were the one's who had lead the others in
humiliating them in this class. While their classmates panted and grunted
with the ecstasy of ejaculation, the two grew hotter and hotter with anger
and their plans for revenge grew wilder and wilder. Being the second time,
it took all of them longer to cum, which gave Jason and Conrad plenty of
time to suffer and to plot.
Less than ten minutes before the end of the period Mrs Hunt began to
stir from her slumber. Realizing she'd fallen asleep, she slowly and
sheepishly raised her head. To her surprise, and pleasure, she found
everyone sitting at their desks and working on the assignment she'd written
on the blackboard before class had begun as if nothing unusual had
happened. Sitting up and trying to act natural as she rubbed the sleep
from her eyes, she noticed a strange muskiness in the air, a scent that
reminded her of making hot, passionate love to her husband. Shaking her
head, she resolved that she had to start getting more sleep.
"So how was school today?" asked Bobby, Benny and the twins together
as they lined up for the bus.
"Oh, fuck, wait 'til you hear what happened," the four chorused.
"You're not gonna believe it."
As the four boys huddled together and began to talk excitedly, several
hundred similar conversations were taking place on other bright yellow
busses, on the playground and in the streets, and outside convenience
stores as the students from Crestview Heights Elementary, Junior High, and
Senior High schools headed home to wholesome suppers and unsuspecting
parents who were sure to ask, "So how was school today?"