Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 23:33:20
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate the Feast of the Holy Innocents"
(b/t b/t b/m t/t)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
who with their Catholic friends and enemies celebrate the days preceding
and following Christmas ending with the Feast of Holy Innocents, which is
celebrated to remember Herod's slaughter of all boys under the age of two
in his fear of losing his power to a mysterious newly-born king.  They,
along with their parents, initiate a new community drive dedicated to
helping children at risk and who have been victims of violence.  In between
they have some hot sex adventures and foil the attempts of three
adversaries bent on revenge.  All in all, a typical Brewster week.  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 thirty- second story in the Brewster Boys
special events and myths series.  No irreverence is meant to the Catholic
faith nor to other faiths who celebrate this feast in the telling of the
events in this story.  If stories mixing sex and Christian beliefs and
celebrations might offend you, skip this story and wait for adventure
thirty-three.  Regardless if you read this story or not, remember not
everyone whom you have sex with is pure and innocent so when you get it up,
keep it safe with a condom.  Comments and story ideas can be sent to the
author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

	  THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE THE FEAST OF THE HOLY INNOCENTS

     "He is so sweet," Brenda said, a large tear forming in the corner of
her right eye and running down her cheek.  She dabbed it with her
handkerchief now damp with her tears, tears of motherly pride and
happiness.
     "Yes, he certainly is," Barry choked.  He was too much of a man to
cry, but not so much of a man as not to be affected by the sight of his
fourth youngest giving it his all in the choir loft of Saint Mary's
Catholic Church.
     Bobby, twelve years, two months, and twenty days old that Saturday was
singing up a storm.  With his simple white choir robe with gold trim,
recently curled dark brown hair (which he'd opted not to have trimmed and
streaked for Christmas so its curls and extra length gave him an angelic
appearance), vigorously washed face which he scrutinized every morning for
the first whisker or the first zit, the one being as eagerly hoped for as
the other since either would be a sign of approaching puberty, sparkling
hazel eyes and his ready open smile, Bobby did look sweet.  His mouth
opened wide, revealing a velvet red mouth and pearly white and perfectly
aligned teeth as he sang.  When he closed it, his lips formed a permanent
grin which had graced his face since Father O'Rilley had approached his
parents three weeks ago about taking a temporary part in the church boys
choir during the illness of their lead soprano, Jimmy Daley.
     The Brewsters were not the only parents who were bursting with pride.
There were twenty-four boys in the choir and each parent present was
beaming happily and certain that his or her son was the best singer in the
choir.  Every grandparent, aunt, uncle and sibling in the audience felt the
same way.  That was certainly the opinion of Bobby's three older brothers.
Unlike their parents, however, they knew the real reason for Bobby's wide
grin.  They could not blame him, and as they gazed upon some of the
good-looking studs in the choir, the three boys began feeling a stirring in
their jeans.  Of course it did not take much for that to happen for the
Brewster boys.
     They were not the only boys who found some of the choir hot, and
unbeknownst to them, there were a number of men who were feeling randy for
the same reason.  Nicholas Borschak was one as he sat there with his wife
and his seventeen-year-old son watching his youngest, twelve- year-old
Alexi, singing.  Father and sons enjoyed a special, intimate relationship,
one that was perfectly acceptable by some societies throughout history and
thoroughly condemned by others.  Anyone who would have been perceptive and
knowledgeable of the ways of the world, would have seen that special love
in their eyes that night and would have had to question why that secret
love was so taboo.  Unfortunately, even in that sacred environment and
these modern times, there were others who would have been incensed had they
known about the relationship Nicholas had with his boys.  They would have
been even more outraged had they known the lascivious thoughts about their
darling sons that were in the minds of some of the other men in the
audience that night, both married and single, and including neighbours and
even relatives.  Boy love was not as rare as many would like to think, not
even in the communities of Crestview Heights and Emerson Hills.
     Bobby was having lascivious thoughts also as the Overture of Part I
began to draw to a close.  Initially when he'd shown up for practice he'd
been disappointed to learn they did not practice in their choir robes
except during dress rehearsals just before the performance, and even more
disappointed to find out they were not naked under their robes when they
did wear them.  He immediately set out to change that, beginning with the
observation that it was easier to get into the mood if they were in their
choir robes, and that they would be less distracted by what others were
wearing, which was not a problem although peer pressure and the status of
certain designer clothes were the cause of much of the bullying and teasing
that went on in the schools and playgrounds.  Father O'Rilley saw the merit
of both arguments, and for the month of December at least, saw no problem
with implementing the rule practices would be in their robes.
     That was followed by the suggestion that a boy would not get so hot
and sweaty, and therefore stinky, if he didn't wear his trousers under his
robe, and that if he went naked his testicles would not overheat, which
he'd heard could cause a guy to have fewer sperm.  That of course caught
the ear of every boy who had reached puberty.  Of course all the while he
was making the comments, Bobby fiddled with himself and openly revealed the
fact he had a boner to those he was interested in messing around with while
at the same time keeping his actions and words secret from Father O'Rilley
and those who would report his comments and behaviour.  Chief among those
was twelve-year-old Daniel Jones, who had a special grudge against all the
Brewster boys after being forced to have sex with his older cousin, Jason
Smyth-Jones, on Boxing Day almost a year ago, and who had been forced to
lick the asses of the scoring soccer team and bugger himself with a dildo
after losing a bet to the Brewsters on the outcome of a soccer game back on
Gay Pride Day in the summer.
     Of course Bobby's actions got several of the boys horny.  Just because
they were Catholic did not mean they did not have hormones running through
their veins.  Besides, at the age most of the boys in the choir were, it
did not take much to trigger that reaction.  One of those who had responded
almost immediately had been Alexi Borschak who stood beside Bobby since he
was almost the same height and was a soprano also, but did not have the
confidence nor the voice to replace Jimmy Daley.  Bobby, of course, took
every opportunity to reach over and give Alexi a grope, and at the same
time left himself open should Alexi wish to respond, which the boy did.
     With the Overture completed, Bobby stepped forward for his big solo at
the commencement of the Pastoral Symphony.  His part, given to a woman in
the initial performances by Handel but later to a boy, was no small role.
The boy, despite his confidence, wiped his sweaty palms on his choir robe
as he took a deep breath and began.

           There were shepherds abiding in the field,
            keeping watch over their flock by night.
         And lo! The angel of the Lord came upon them,
       and the glory of the Lord shone round about them,
                   and they were sore afraid.
                 And the angel said unto them,
   Fear not for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy,
                 which shall be to all people; for unto you is born this
day in the City of David, a Saviour,
                   which is Christ the Lord.  And suddenly there was with
the angel a multitude of the heavenly host,
                    praising God and saying:

Bobby positively beamed as he stepped back and the chorus began and to
Brenda and Barry besides a few others a golden beam of light did seem to
play about the boy's head as his hazel eyes glistened and his face radiated
pure joy.  Brenda and Barry were fit to burst.
     As Part II of the performance began, Bobby snuggled up to the boy in
front of him while the orchestra played and slowly and ever so slightly
gyrated his hips as he pressed his groin against the boy's backside.
Ten-year-old Shane Burke had not only become accustomed to Bobby's
clandestine little action, but had come to look forward to it, and had
purposefully begun wearing nothing under his robe so that he could better
feel Bobby's hot little pricklet rubbing up and down his butt crack and
against his butthole.  He knew it was a daring thing to do, but the new
pleasure Bobby had introduced him to was just too great to resist.
     After a few minutes, Bobby stepped back and pressed his backside
against the groin of the boy behind him, fourteen-year-old Martin Pike, who
like Shane, had come to anticipate the action, and who had begun wearing
just his boxers so he could better feel the crazy Protestant boy's hot
backside against his easily aroused dick.  The first time it had happened
he'd thought it was an accident, and the second time a joke.  When Bobby
continued a third and fourth time, he'd concluded that Bobby was trying to
embarrass him, or get him in trouble, but he dismissed that idea when he
saw Bobby was getting aroused himself.  That put a whole different spin on
things, and after overcoming his fear of being caught by Father O'Rilley,
he succumbed to Bobby's wiles.  He was, after all, a healthy, normal
fourteen-year-old boy, and choir practices weren't exactly the most
exciting things to look forward to in a teenager's life.
     Standing beside Bobby, Alexi could not help but have noticed what he
was doing, and being sexually precocious himself, after a few days dared to
mimic Bobby's actions.  Of course the boy in front of him and behind him
had also noticed what was going on, and were not reluctant participants.
It was not long before Alexi had established the same routine with the boy
in front and the boy behind him.  As the concert progressed the two boys in
front shuffled back and the two boys behind shuffled forward so that as
Bobby and Alexi gyrated their hips, they ground their hot little dicklets
into the butts of the two boys in front while at the same time they ground
their backsides against the groins and swollen dicks of the boys behind
them.
     "How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace,
and bring glad tidings of good things," sang the sopranos, and Bobby
remembered how back in Sodom they'd been greeted with the invitation to
come in and wash their feet.  He wondered what it was with the feet thing
back in those days, and he wondered if God had a foot fetish.
     "Their sound is gone out into all lands, and their words unto the ends
of the world," sang the chorus, and Bobby and Alexi ground more furiously
as the boys before and behind them found it more difficult to stand still
and to sing in tune with the others.  The two twelve-year-olds gyrated
their hips in tight circles, trying not to be obvious, and the voices of
the two boys in front quavered as the friction against their buttholes sent
shivers of arousal through their groins and up their stiff little cocklets.
At the same time the two boys in the back trembled as prickles of arousal
assaulted their dickheads and sent ripples of pleasure down the shafts of
their stiff cocks.  For Alexi and Bobby, the hardness of the two cocks
pressing eagerly against their buttholes, and the heat of the compact
little butts against their stiff dicklets were so stimulating there was
going to be only one way to stop what they were doing, and that was to get
themselves off.
     "Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast away their yokes from us,"
sang the chorus, by which time all six boys were about to explode, and the
two older teens in the back were about to shoot their yolks.
     "Halleluiah," began the chorus, and following tradition, the audience
rose to their feet.  Fortunately that provided sufficient distraction for
six members of the chorus to falter in their singing as the four youngest
quivered and groaned with the commencement of their dry orgasms and the two
teens in the back pressed forward with weak thighs as they felt their balls
contract and a warm moistness flood over their stomachs and flow down over
their tight balls, through the legs of their boxers and down their thighs.
"Halleluiah!  Halleluiah!  Haaa-aaa-leee-luuuu-iaaaa!"  The six boys sang
out their joy, their hot, flushed bodies glowing with their orgasms,
ripples of pleasure passing through their young, stiff, throbbing pricks.
The four preteens jerked uncontrollably as the powerful pleasure of their
dry climaxes shot through their bodies.  The two teenagers in the back
pressed against the two twelve-year-olds weakly and with ecstasy as they
felt their hot cum ooze down their thighs.  They were teenagers and their
balls were full and ripe, resulting in a copious ejaculation.
     Part three was blissfully brief as the two older teens stood there
feeling sticky and wet and worried now that their cum would soak through
their underwear and stain their robes.  The four preteens meanwhile sang in
a rote daze as they marvelled at the tremors that had rippled through their
young loins.  Bobby's brothers knew that look on their kid brother's face,
and on the face of Alexi and the other boys, and all three felt pre-cum
ooze out of their stiff dicks as they sat there in the audience.  It took
extreme effort not to reach down and bring themselves off, or to excuse
themselves and head to the can.  It would only have taken half a dozen
strokes to get off a load.  There were others in the audience, and among
the choir, who were feeling just as randy, having at least suspected what
had just happened.  It was certainly something they thought about and
wondered about later that night and for nights to follow as they gave their
imaginations free rein and enjoyed the pleasure of a hot, private wank.
     With the pageant over, everyone's thoughts turned to Christmas and
Christmas Eve.  Always a very special day, it seemed the Brewster household
looked forward to December 24 each year with even greater enthusiasm than
the year before.  As in many households, they exchanged family gifts that
evening and then sat around the fireplace munching on Christmas baking and
sweets and playing board games, with Brenda and Barry enjoying a couple
eggnog and rum and the boys hot apple cider with nutmeg.  Now that they
were older, the boys were allowed to stay up later than usual as an extra
treat.  The family would then head off to bed with anticipation of coming
down in the morning to find what Santa had left in their socks and under
the tree.  For Brenda and Barry was the added anticipation of some
rum-powered lovemaking while the boys drifted off to sleep.  What they did
not know was that the four boys headed off to their room in anticipation of
sneaking down after their parents closed their bedroom door to await the
merry old elf and have a bit of fun with him, something the boys had
initiated with Santa two years ago.  What made this Christmas Eve even more
special than those of the past was that Bobby had been asked to sing at the
midnight mass at Saint Mary's, a special mass with a brief medley of
Christmas songs preceding it, and of course his family had been invited to
attend.
     Of course many others were looking forward to Christmas Eve also, and
with just as much anticipation and excitement as the Brewster family.
Jason Smythe-Jones and his two young cousins, Andrew and Daniel Jones, were
three such individuals who were looking forward to that night, and to
midnight mass particularly, but with very different reasons.  After many
weeks of brainstorming and hours of planning, they had come up with the
perfect plot to get even with the Brewsters for past events, and to show
them what happens when non-Catholics stick their noses where they don't
belong besides.  The occasion of Bobby, a non-Catholic, not just taking a
part in the choir, but taking a dominant role, had been difficult to accept
for them and their parents besides several other staunch Catholics.  As it
turned out, Bobby's invitation to sing in the choir actually made possible
a revenge that would otherwise never have been possible.  Their plan was
brilliant, and it was absolutely foolproof.
     Daniel feigned sickness that day, pretending to be too sick to sing in
the choir but being careful not to act too sick to attend the mass.  His
older brother Andrew had never been that keen about being a choir boy, and
had used his changing voice as a reason to drop out this fall.  It was not
that difficult to fool their parents, who thought their two sons the
perfect children, and were not hesitant to tell others so.  That night
halfway through the medley of Christmas songs, Daniel pretended that he had
to throw-up, and of course his big brother Andrew quickly volunteered to
see that he got to the bathroom.  Once out of sight, the boys grabbed their
coats from the coat racks and headed straight for the wine cellar with the
intention of slipping several bottles of sacramental wine inside their
coats and planting them in the coat pockets of the twins and Benny along
with some gay porno they'd downloaded off the Internet.  Of course when
they noticed the Brewsters leaving, they'd be sure that the planted items
were discovered.  Not only would that confirm the long-standing rumour that
the twins were gay, but it would incriminate Benny besides, and on top of
that it would reveal the three as porn-lovers, thieves, and boozers.  It
was perfect!
     Having never had reason to go to the wine cellar before, and having
forgotten that a couple of the ladies of the church would still be in the
basement setting up for the light refreshments later, it took them longer
to slip into the cellar unnoticed than expected.  Finding that they also
stored the hosts in the cellar, the brothers decided on the spur of the
moment to add to the Brewster's sacrilege by stealing several handfuls of
hosts also.  What they did not realize was that the twins had seen them
slip away, and being suspicious, had also made the excuse of needing to go
to the washroom.  Overhearing the two boys giggling about the brilliance of
their plan as they stuffed the hosts in their pockets, Brett quickly began
designing a counter plan, sharing it with his brother as he developed it.
     As they followed the boys back, Brent and Brett were amused by their
panic when they discovered that the pre-mass medley was over and there were
people milling about and taking advantage of the break to use the washrooms
or to grab a smoke.  Glancing about desperately to find a hiding place for
their stolen goods, Daniel and Andrew made a bee line for the confessional
before they were noticed.  The twins quickly followed them.  This was even
better than Brett had planned, and being able to think on his feet being
one of his strong attributes, the sixteen-year-old youth began to adapt his
initial idea.
     "Hey!" Andrew protested as Brett and Brent squeezed in the confession
box also and closed the door behind them.
     "Oops, guess this isn't the boy's room," Brett observed.
     "Of course not you dough head."
     "Hey, you brought Christmas crackers," Brent said, reaching over for
the hosts sticking out of Daniel's shirt pocket.
     "Whatchit," Brett suddenly said, stopping his hand as they had
planned.
     "What?"
     "There's a white powder on them."
     "Oh yeah!"
     "You know," Brett said, bending over and looking closer, "that looks
like anthrax."
     "Anthrax?" asked Daniel, his eyes growing wide as he stared at the
hosts in his pocket.
     "Have you guys touched those with your bare hands?"
     "Ah, yeah," Andrew said, bending over and squinting at the hosts in
Daniel's pocket.  He could barely see them in the darkness of the
confessional, never mind see a white powder.
     "How long has it been since you touched them?"
     "Ah, just a few minutes," Daniel said as he glanced at his brother.
If those were Christmas crackers, and if they'd brought them from home,
that did not make sense, but neither boy was thinking too clearly at the
moment.
     "We're not too late then."
     "Too late for what?"
     "To flush the anthrax out of your body."
     "What you mean?"
     "Haven't you been reading about it in the newspapers?  There's been
big write-ups advising people that if you come in contact with anthrax if
you drink a lot of fluids right away you can flush it out of your blood
stream before it poisons you."
     "Right.  There was a big article just the other day about two kids
who'd been saved just that way," adlibbed Brent.
     "You're lucky we happened to see it," Brett said, flashing Brent a
warning sign not to get in too deep.  Anthrax scares were in the news
lately, which is how Brett had come up with the idea on the spur of the
moment, but they were taking a chance that Daniel and his brother didn't
read the paper or know much about the disease.  "Say, is that wine?" he
suddenly asked, pretending to see the bottles the boys were hiding behind
them for the first time.
     "Ah ."
     "That'd be even better than water."
     "Oh yeah.  It'd work a lot faster," Brent supported.
     "Your fingers itchy?"
     "Ah, well, sortta," Daniel replied.  He really hadn't noticed it until
then.  Andrew flexed his own fingers.  Now that Brett had mentioned it,
they were sort of itchy.
     "Then we're just in time.  That's the sign it has just entered your
body.  I'd chug-a-lug one of those bottles as fast as I could if I were
you."
     "Chug-a-lug?"
     "Drink it as fast as you can."
     "The whole bottle," advised Brent.
     "You'll know if it's working.  As the anthrax is flushed out, you'll
start to feel warm."
     "Sortta like a fever," adlibbed Brent, glancing over at his brother to
be sure he hadn't said something he shouldn't have.
     "Hey, they're starting the services."
     "We better go."
     "You'd better stay here and we'll check with ya's after the service."
     Before the Jones boys could reply, the twins slipped out of the
confessional.  Grabbing one of the hymnals, Brett wedged it under the
confessional door to make sure their foils did not leave.  Daniel and
Andrew glanced at each other as they heard Father O'Rilley begin with the
Collect.  They were quite certain they were being scammed, but they had no
way of knowing for sure, and there had been a lot in the papers about
anthrax.  They just hadn't paid any attention to it.  The Brewsters could
be telling the truth.  Considering all the religious conflicts in the world
it was feasible that someone would hate Catholics enough to tamper with the
hosts.  Hadn't there been trouble between the skinheads and Jews right
there in their own town not that long ago?  Their fingers were suddenly
very itchy.
     Glancing at each other, they opened the first bottle and began taking
turns taking long swigs of the wine.  They were still certain this was
another Brewster prank, but why take a chance?  Despite not particularly
liking the taste, they downed the first of the six bottles and began on the
second before the Epistle was half over.  Huddled there side by side on the
priest's side of the confessional, they began to feel warm.  Perhaps the
twins were not putting one on over them.  This was, after all, a matter of
life and death.  Halfway through the mass they had polished off three
bottles of wine and the effect was beginning to be felt on their bladders.
They were definitely warm by then and certain they'd succeeded in flushing
the anthrax out, but it made sense to be certain with one more bottle.
     With each slug, the pressure on their bladders seemed to double.  Try
as best they could to hold it back, they could not and finally had no
choice but to try to sneak out to the washrooms.  Much to their dismay they
found the door had jammed.  They could not possibly urinate on the
confessional, but they certainly were not about to wet their pants either!
Desperate, they finally resorted to the only other alternative they had.
As Father O'Rilley faced the altar and began the Canon, the unmistakable
ring of a bottle being filled, joined a minute later by a second, rose
above his voice.  The twins and Benny, who'd been let in on the joke,
snorted as they held back their laughter and shook so hard they practically
fell out of the pew.  The congregation had no idea where the sound was
coming from or what was happening and blamed the ladies setting up for the
light refreshments after the service, but the three boys knew exactly what
was going on, and as they pictured the two by now half-drunk Jones boys
kneeling there in the confessional and pissing into the empty wine bottles
they would have cracked up had it not been for the stern looks of their
parents.
     During the Communion, instead of returning to his seat, Jason slipped
away to carry out his part of the plan.  His parents being active members
of the congregation and large financial backers of the church, and Jason
having accompanied them on many occasions not just to the church but to the
manse and the nearby convent, it had been a simple matter for him to
"borrow" one of the nun's habits and conceal the clothing in the janitorial
room at the back of the church.  As he hurried there now, he was concerned
that his two cousins had not returned, but even though he was one of the
first to take part in the communion since his parents sat close to the
front of the church and had the time to check on them, he was not about to.
He was not their keeper, and he wanted to be sure he had plenty of time to
get ready for his part, which was a lot riskier than theirs.
     Noticing Jason leaving and immediately suspicious, this time it was
Benny's turn to use the excuse of needing the washroom to slip away.
Following Jason to the janitorial room, Benny was perplexed what Jason
could be up to as he crouched down in a darkened recess and waited.  He was
even more perplexed when a nun stepped out of the room and headed back
toward the nave of the church.  Even when he realized the nun was Jason,
Benny was no closer to figuring out what the sixteen-year-old youth was up
to.  Staying well behind him, he followed and waited.  As the services
ended and people began to file out and head downstairs for the
refreshments, Jason slipped up to the altar and picked up the two
collection plates on the offering box.  Although that was not the role of
one of the nuns, it was Christmas and a special mass and in the confusion
nobody thought much about it, not even the ushers who would normally have
taken the collection to the secretary's office and locked it in the
church's deposit box.
     Jason had counted on the confusion and trust of everyone in the church
to pull this off, and was especially counting on the fact that nobody, not
even adults, probably because of memories of their childhood experiences,
ever looked a nun in the face.  Intending on heading straight to the choir
room before the choir got there and dumping the money in Bobby's backpack,
he was dismayed to hear footsteps behind him.  Not daring to turn around
and see who it was, and afraid he was going to be caught with the
collection and in a nun's habit before he got to the choir room, Jason
headed for the next door he came to and quickly stepped through it.
     It turned out to be one of the back doors to the church, which suited
Jason fine.  He'd wait until the person walked on by, and then he'd slip
back into the church and finish his mission.  Waiting in the cold, he
counted off two minutes, and then reached for the doorknob.  The door was
locked!  He panicked for a moment and shook it before realizing he did not
want to attract the attention of the person who'd been behind him.  He'd
have to walk around to the front doors.  Reasoning that everyone would be
in the basement having refreshments and that the few who wouldn't would
have already left, Jason figured he'd have a good chance to enter through
the main doors without being noticed.  As he began to circle the church,
staying close to the walls not just to be sure he was not noticed, but to
keep out of the wind, Jason discovered that a nun's habit was not that
warm.
     Having his head down and being in a hurry, he did not notice the two
scrubby individuals huddled next to the exhaust vent from the church's
furnace room in an attempt to keep warm until he was upon them.  He quickly
stepped back as they spun around in surprise and with a look of fear in
their eyes, and, Jason noticed, the glazed look of someone who was high.
It was not two homeless drunks as he'd initially thought.  It was Tony
Amatto and his buddy Eddie, two well- known teen drug-pushers and addicts,
who often frequented that part of the back alley because of its seclusion
and because of the warmth from the heating vent.  This night the two boys
were high on Ecstasy, the current rave drug of choice.
     Several thoughts ran through the two boys' minds, which were never
functioning at peak efficiency at the best of times never mind when
drugged.  The first thought was to run, the result of their extreme
nervousness and hyperexcitability from the Ecstasy pills they'd consumed
early that evening.  Then they saw the money, and thoughts of how they
could really impress everyone flashing that sort of cash around came to
their minds and gave them reason to pause.  The next thought to pass
through their drugged minds was that the person who had surprised them was
a nun, and thoughts of running returned.  A few moments later all the dirty
jokes about nuns and all the stories about their desperation for sex that
they had ever heard filled their hyperactive and perverted minds.  This nun
looked young, very young, and good-looking in a strange sort of way.  The
sense of euphoria and feeling that all was right and good with the world
induced by the Ecstasy overrode childhood fears of nuns and augmented their
unfulfilled sexual desires.
     "Well, look what Santa has dropped off for us," observed Tony as he
concentrated on those last thoughts.  "Looks like he is going to be good to
us this year."
     "And it's going to be good for you," added Eddie, thinking exactly the
same thing as his best buddy, and the two boys laughed with nervous
excitement.
     His normal inhibitions weakened by the drug, Tony stepped up to Jason
and suddenly grabbed him and gave him a long, wet kiss.  His slobber and
the stink of tobacco on his breath made Jason want to puke, besides the
fact he'd just been kissed by a boy.  Eddie stepped up behind him as he
began to back away, blocking his escape.  Jason stood there helplessly
holding the two collection plates before him as Tony began to unbutton his
tunic.  If he spoke in objection, they'd realize from his voice that he was
not a female, and there was no telling what result that revelation would
have under normal circumstances, never mind for two boys flying high on
Ecstasy.  Having managed to undo two of the buttons, Tony slipped his hand
under the thin material of the tunic and ran it over Jason's chest above
the white blouse he'd put on.
     "Not much for boobs," he said as he leaned over and panted in Jason's
face, his tobacco breath making Jason nauseous.  Keeping his eyes fixed on
Jason's, Tony removed his hand and groped Jason between the legs.  "But it
feels mighty hot down here."
     Jason looked anxiously at one and then the other.  He had to do
something.  "Please, don't," he said in as high and as female a voice as he
could.  "You wouldn't try anything with a nun."
     "Nothing you wouldn't want us to, Sister," Tony replied and he and
Eddie snorted with nervous amusement.  The boys would normally never dare
to be so bold, but with the drug loosening their tongues and removing the
inhibitions they would otherwise have, they felt very suave and daring.
     "Please take your hand away from my . . .  my . . .  from there."
     "Whatever you say, Sister," Tony responded, reaching farther down and
slipping his hand under the skirt and back up along Jason's bare leg.  It
was a cold night, but Jason didn't notice the cold air on his exposed
calves.
     "Here," Jason offered, shoving the collection plates at Tony.  "Take
the money.  It can buy you all kinds of drugs.  Just take it and leave and
I won't say anything."
     "Oh, we'll take the money," Tony said, his hand now on Jason's thigh.
"And I don't imagine you'll be saying anything about what we're gonna be
doing.  Take the plates Eddie."
     Eddie readily took the plates and was momentarily distracted, but the
prospect of having sex overweighted his desire for cash.  Sex was not
something the teenager engaged in anywhere near enough.  By this time the
back of Tony's hand was brushing against the panties Jason had put on since
his boxers had left telltale ridges under the tight skirt.  Tony couldn't
find out he was feeling up a boy!
     "Please no," Jason pleaded as he grabbed Tony's arm.  "It's not
right."
     "You ever have a man before, Sister?"
     "No!  Of course not!" Jason replied quickly, hoping that would
dissuade the boy, but quickly realizing from the gleam in his eyes and the
leer curling his lips that admitting to being a virgin had had just the
opposite effect.  "Look," he said desperately as he felt Tony's fingers
against his testicles, "if it's sex you want, I'll . . .  I'll give you a
blow job.  Just don't, don't, well, get your hand away from there," he
protested, pushing Tony's hand down and away from his crotch.
     "Give me a blow job?" Tony asked in surprise.  He looked at Jason, and
then at Eddie.  "Told you nuns were hot for it," he said with a leer as he
looked at his best buddy.  The image of the nun on her knees, her face
framed by her wimple, and her lips about his stiff cock was enticing enough
for him.  Let her suck him off, and then he'd fuck her.
     "All right, but you gotta let Eddie take you up the ass at the same
time."
     "The ass?  Why the ass?" Eddie protested.  "I can take her pussy from
behind."  Delicacy of language in front of the fair sex was not one of
Eddie's strengths.
     "No!  No intercourse," Jason insisted.
     "Well, sure, why not," Eddie capitulated, thinking the same as Tony.
Once she got it from the back from him, she'd want to get it from the
front.
     The boys had been depressed for the past week by all the cheer and
family togetherness of the season, cratering earlier that evening.  Having
popped several Ecstasy pills, they'd sat around waiting for them to take
effect and had then cruised the more common pickup spots, but it being
Christmas Eve, they'd found they were the only ones on the street.  Ending
up behind the church had been more by accident than anything else, and the
two boys were euphoric the way the day had turned out.
     The two horny teens pulled down their flies and withdrew their
partially erect cocks and as Tony pushed down on Jason's shoulders, forcing
him to his knees, Eddie knelt down behind him and pushing up his skirt,
slipped his hands under the elastic band of his plain, white panties.
Jason could not believe this was happening to him.  On the one hand he was
revolted by what he was about to do and he was tempted to try to escape,
but his fear what the two crazed drug-pushers might do if he tried overrode
his disgust.  It was not as if he'd never been forced to engage in fag sex
before.  If he didn't know it was impossible, he'd have concluded that the
Brewsters had had something to do with this.
     Unknown to him, Benny had grown tired of waiting on the other side of
the door and had slipped out to find out what had happened to him.  At that
very moment the fourteen-year-old was crouched in the shadows watching, a
huge grin on his face.  He'd watch for just a few more seconds, and then
he'd run back into the church, having propped open the back door, and get
his brothers so they could watch this too.  The sight of Jason kneeling
there in the alley behind the church in the nun's garb and about to engage
in gay sex with the two drug-pushers was wicked, and whatever he'd been
planning on doing with the stolen collection, it was a just punishment.
Jason and his two drugged assailants were too occupied to notice the shadow
slip along the wall of the church, snatch up the collection plates, and
slip back toward the back door of the church.
     Tony and Eddie were not the only two who were high.  After consuming
four of the six bottles of wine in double quick time and then sitting there
in the hot, stuffy confessional, Andrew and Daniel were pissed to the
gills.  Trying to get to their feet they found their legs had turned to
rubber and the slightest movement caused the confessional box to sway.  For
some reason they found that highly amusing and they began to giggle, and
once they began to giggle they could not stop.  That was how Brett, Brent,
and Bobby found them.
     "Shay, itsh the Brewshter broshers," said Andrew with a huge, drunken
grin.  "I shink you shaved our liveshh."
     "Hey anytime," Brent said with a wide grin as the three boys looked
down at the two dishevelled, totally pissed boys.
     "I ... I ... I'd pay yoush, but I can't get my wallet out my pansh,"
said Daniel, trying to take his walled out of his pants without success.
     "Here," said Andrew as he tugged on his index finger.  "Take my ring."
His fingers had swollen and he was having a difficult time removing it.
     "Hey, no need to pay us," said Brett.
     "Shure, we gotta.  Itsh the Chrishmash sheason."
     "Yeah.  The time of giving to the lessh forshonate."
     The boys looked at each other and Brett motioned for them to back
away.
  Telling the two boys sprawled out on the floor of the confessional that
they'd be right back, Brett closed the door, and having already come up
with a plan, he sought his brothers' advice.  Of course they all thought it
was brilliant, which it was, like all of Brett's plans.  Heading downstairs
where they joined up with Benny, they sought out two candidates who would
most likely be able and willing to help them carry out their plan.
Spotting two boys, one looking to be about twelve and the other about
fourteen, the same ages as Daniel and Andrew, dressed in clean but worn and
clearly thrift shop clothes, the four brothers watched them for a few
minutes.  Being mischievous and experts on taking risks and living on the
edge, they did not have to observe long to conclude the two boys were of a
similar nature.  Beckoning the two boys aside, and whispering their plan,
they were delighted when the two eagerly agreed.  The six returned to the
confessional and squeezed inside the adjoining confessor's box.
     "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," whispered the older boy as
Brett had told him to.
     After a long pause and a lot of shuffling, a boyish giggle that the
Brewsters recognized as Andrew's responded.  "Yeah?  How hasssh you
shhhinned?"
     "I am fourteen and poor, and I have coveted the fine down jackets I
have seen boys wearing here tonight," the boy responded, reciting, with
Brett's prompting, what Brett had told him to say.
     "Oh," came the reply a minute later.  "Well, here, you can have my
coat.  Itsh brand new.  I'll leave it outshide the door."
     They heard shuffling and the door open and close a moment later.  The
two boys looked at each other, and then at the Brewsters in disbelief.
Brett prompted the boy to speak again.
     "My little brother is in here with me."
     "Yeah?  Well guesssh what, shows my ," began the voice, cut off by the
sound of an elbow in the ribs and a grunt.
     "He has a confession to make also."
     "Yeah?  Ah, and how have you shinned, my shon?" asked Andrew.
     "Tonight I have considered stealing from the collection plate, for I
have no money to buy my mother a gift," replied the younger boy as Brett
had suggested, although uncertain if telling a lie in the confessional
wasn't a sin even if it wasn't a priest on the other side.
     "Well, thashs not right.  Here, take shum of my money.  I got lotsh,"
said a younger voice.
     Daniel stuffed a ten through the screen between the two booths, and
then as an afterthought, stuffed a second ten through.  His parents being
rich, he had a generous allowance, and had been given extra for Christmas
besides.  The two boys the Brewsters had befriended, could not believe it.
Heading back downstairs with the money and the coat, the two boys told a
couple of their friends about the two drunk Samaritans who were willing to
give the clothes off their back to the less fortunate, and they didn't mean
literally.  The boys' new Italian leather winter boots were the next to go,
followed by their designer label trousers and new Christmas shirts by
Structure and Daniel's new winter parka.  Word quickly spread.
     When some people get drunk they get silly, and others get mean.
Andrew and Daniel were the types who were overcome with concern and empathy
for others.  They willingly and eagerly gave away their rings and silver
necklaces, Christmas gifts from their parents, all their money, and when
that was gone even their wallets.  Telling Benny where their father hid the
spare car key under the car in case they ever lost the original, they sent
him out to get their CD's and walkmans in the back seat to give away.  By
the time Benny returned, they had even given away their underwear, much to
the amusement of the two boys who were the recipients and who had only
asked to see if they'd really go that far.  Having nothing else to give,
the two drunken boys were next to tears with remorse that they couldn't
help any further.  Bobby, with a twinkle in his hazel eyes, came to the
rescue with the suggestion that they could give blow jobs through the
opening of the confessional, and the two boys, in their drunken stupor,
thought it was a great idea.  In no time the screen between the two booths
was removed and the first boy stood up on the kneeler with his stiff dick
sticking through the opening.
     Deciding that was a good time to see what was happening with Jason,
the four Brewsters slipped out the back door and snuck up the alley to the
alcove where Benny had left him.  Tony and Eddie, having shot their loads,
were still randy and trying to get Jason to let them screw him, not yet
realizing he was a boy.  Just as the Brewsters arrived Jason had convinced
the two boys that he'd rather they switched places since he couldn't decide
which of them should be the first to take his virginity.  Still flying high
on the Ecstasy they'd taken earlier, the two boys felt a drug- induced
empathy toward the young nun, and toward each other, so it did not take
that much convincing.  Besides, they both figured maybe after that they'd
get a chance at getting some pussy.
     Tony knelt down behind Jason and ran his finger tips over his
buttocks.
  They felt so smooth and firm, like two peaches, and the nineteen-year-old
Italian-American drug pusher felt his desire swelling up in his loins.
Plunging his cock up the nun's tight ass would be just as good as fucking
her cunt even if it had been fucked once already.  He caressed Jason's ass
gently and ran his index finger along his crack.  Tony's cock was stiff in
no time and he shuffled into position and placed the tip of his dick
against the tender opening.  Jason immediately pushed out, opening up to
the randy teen as he pushed forward.  With Tony's eagerness and Jason's
experience and cum-lubricated channel, Tony easily slipped his thick,
seven-inch cock up Jason's asshole.  He paused as he pressed his hairy
pubes against the boy's smooth buttocks and enjoyed the sensation of a hot,
moist ass gripping his manhood.
     Eddie had meanwhile taken his position before Jason and the hapless
boy reluctantly reached out and held his semierect dick by the base.  In
his desperation that his two assailants not discover he wasn't a nun, he'd
forgotten that Eddie had just had his dick buried up his rectum.  Now he
was expected to put it in his mouth.  He squeezed the semierect tube and
twisted his fingers around it in an attempt to clean it.  Jason's actions
caused Eddie's dick to swell even faster and he shoved it toward Jason's
face.  Wishing he could have washed it off, Jason closed his eyes and
slowly slipped his mouth over the knob.  To his relief it only tasted like
dick.  The irony of that thought was not lost on the boy as he went down on
the eighteen-year-old's stiff prick.  There he was, a one hundred percent
straight boy, relieved that the cock in his mouth only tasted like dick.
You'd think he was some sort of faggot.
     Tony began to work his hips to and fro rapidly in his Ecstasy-induced
hypersensitivity, which to Jason was a relief.  The sooner he got the two
guys off again the sooner this would all be over.  Tony's long, slinky,
black hair fell across his face as he pounded his hips to and fro and he
closed his eyes in delight.  It was Christmas Eve, he was having a good
trip on the Ecstasy, and he was having a hot piece of ass.  Life could not
get any better.  Eddie was feeling exactly the same.  He looked down and
watched the wimple-framed face slipping up and down his throbbing cock.  He
didn't know about all nuns, but this one certainly was hot for cock as his
best buddy had claimed nuns were.  He sighed as the familiar tingles of
arousal assaulted his knob and rippled down his shaft.  Less than half an
hour ago his cock had been buried up the nun's ass, and now she was
gobbling it down like it was a drumstick.  He began to gasp for breath as
he felt himself being drawn to that ultimate pleasure again.
     Tony's heartbeat, already accelerated by the Ecstasy, began to beat
even faster, and already sweaty from the drug and his previous sexual
experience, he felt his sweat trickling down from his pits and beading on
his forehead again.  This had to be the hottest sex he'd ever had in his
life.  Eddie was gasping for breath and he closed his eyes and savoured the
pleasure pulsating through his groin as he reached out and grasped Jason's
head for support.  Fortunately his eyes were closed as he pushed back the
wimple and revealed that this was no female sucking his cock.  Also
fortunately for Jason Tony had his eyes closed too.  Quickly readjusting
his wimple, the hapless teen reluctantly worked his lips up and down the
eighteen-year-old's stiff cock, unable to forget that only minutes before
it had been buried up his ass.  Eddie and Tony began to grunt like two
rutting pigs, and glancing at each other knowingly, the Brewsters headed
back inside.  Having cum only half an hour ago, Tony and Eddie would be
there a while.
     A line up had formed outside the confessional with one of the boys
keeping watch incase an adult came upstairs.  Unable to wait, they had
opened the door of the confessional so that while Andrew gave the boy in
the other booth a blow job through the sliding door, Daniel had turned his
back and exposed his backside through the crack for anyone who wanted it.
There were plenty who did.  It was not every day that a horny boy got a
chance to get his cock blown or to get a piece of ass from two willing
boys, and Daniel and Andrew were willing.  Overcome by the need to give,
the two boys gave their all, Andrew going down on each cock stuck through
the confessional window as if it was a candy cane, and Daniel eagerly
accepting each cock shoved up his ass like a regular slut.
     Nobody paid much attention to the Brewster brothers as they came in,
and by the time Jason got away the last boy had tucked in his limp dick and
headed downstairs with a happy smile.  It was none too soon as the first
adults downstairs began to head home, Mister and Mrs Smyth- Jones being
among the first to leave.  Trying to slip through the church to the
janitor's room, Jason suddenly found himself face to face with his parents,
who immediately recognized him and who whisked their cross-dressing son
outside and into the car before anyone else did.  As soon as Christmas was
over they'd be arranging an appointment for him with a psychiatrist.  As
they drove home, the two parents searched desperately through the past for
some clue as to why their son had a fascination for women's clothing.
     Mister and Mrs Jones were not quite so fortunate in keeping their
sons' activities that evening secret.  They had the humiliation of having
their two naked and totally drunk boys found sprawled out in the
confessional, along with two bottles of unopened wine, a few crushed hosts,
and crumpled papers of gay porn.  Throwing their coats about them, they
helped the boys to their feet and began ushering them out with apologies to
everyone within hearing.  Reaching into her purse, Mrs. Jones wiped the
dribble of what appeared to be milk from the corner of Andrew's mouth and
his chin.  His breath did not smell like wine, though it did have an odour
that she was familiar with, although at the moment she could not put her
finger on it.  As Barry and Brenda headed out to the station wagon with
their boys, they were glad that for once their boys had not been in the
middle of things.  The four boys just grinned at each happily.  Wait until
Santa heard about this night!
     "What sort of food do they serve at this feast again?" Bobby asked for
at least the fifth time as they headed over to the Crestview Recreation
Centre three days later.  He'd had enough experiences with holiday feasts
to know to be cautious.
     "There will be all kinds of food," Brenda replied, for the fifth time
also.  "The ladies from Saint Mary's, Saint Alban's, the Crestview
Evangelical Church, and from several other churches besides are putting
this on."
     "Then it's sure to be good," observed Brett.  "They put on awesome
meals."
     It was December 28 and the churches in the area had agreed to combine
to put on an interfaith service to commemorate the Feast of the Holy
Innocents.  Brenda had spearheaded a campaign to provide a fund-raising
supper as a kickoff to a new community drive to provide a shelter and
counselling services for all youth who are at risk or who have been the
victims of violence, everything from school yard bullying to physical or
sexual abuse by parents and every type of violence in between.  To Brenda
and Barry's delight, their four sons had readily pitched in to help
campaign, the four knowing all about bullying, and having provided plenty
of victims in the past their own brand of help, and the bullies their own
brand of punishment.
     Arriving at the recreation centre, the Brewster brothers were
disappointed but not surprised to find the Jones and the Smythe-Jones
families were absent.  Services began with Father O'Rilley reciting the
collect.  "We remember today, O God, the slaughter of the holy innocents of
Bethlehem by King Herod.  Receive, we pray, into the arms of your mercy all
innocent victims; and by your great might frustrate the designs of evil
tyrants and establish your rule of justice, love, and peace; through Jesus
Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy
Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.  Amen."
     Throughout the service thoughts wandered from the food waiting in the
gym to the events over two thousand years ago in the City of David, from
recent tyrants and the battles ongoing in various parts of the world to the
increasing violence and number of at risk children and families in their
own community.  Many heads nodded in agreement as Reverend Finney, the
Anglican minister, delivered the sermon.  "This is the time of year where
children get a lot of attention.  Today's feast reminds us of the
preciousness of children, and that at times our world does little to value
or protect them.  We value family, but for many the family has been split
asunder.  We value parents, but for many one or both parents are absent.
We value life, but in the United States one out of four children are born
into poverty, and in the world there are many countries where the ratio is
double or even triple that.  We value youth and exult the child, but
slaughter the innocents just as did Herod, for today's innocents are the
frightened children in Belfast and in Palestine, the starving children of
Afghanistan and Africa, the orphans in South America, the abused and the
exploited in Thailand and in our own neighbourhoods, the victims of
domestic violence, drug pushers, pornographers, racists and poverty."
     The Brewster boys thought of a couple drug-pushers in particular, and
the needy they had helped only three days earlier.  They thought of their
three little siblings, now ten months old, and wondered what sort of men
could kill innocent babies such as them.  The Anglican and the Catholic
adult choirs sang the hymns "With terror doth the tyrant hear" and "All
hail ye infant martyr flowers" selected specifically for this feast day
back in the fifteen hundreds.  With the singing of "Away in the Manger" and
"Silent Night" by Saint Mary's boys choir during the communion, Bobby's
career as choirboy came to an end, but he had by then planted ideas and put
into motion practices that would carry on long after he was gone.
     Immediately following the service, Father O'Rilley approached Bobby
and Benny.  With everyone stopping to comment on the service, they finally
slipped upstairs to one of the music rooms where they would not be
interrupted.  "I'd like to thank you for joining Saint Mary's choir," he
began, looking at Bobby with an admiration that the boy immediately
recognized as more than just gratitude for singing in the choir.  "You've
helped me out of a tight spot when young Jimmy Daley came down with
laryngitis."
     "Fu-, fu-, fu-crying out loud, it was nothing," Bobby responded.  "In
fact you done me a favour."
     "I did?"
     "Fu-, fu-, fugoodness sake yeah.  I always wanted to sing in a choir."
     "Perhaps Saint Alban's might start a boy's choir," Father O'Rilley
said, resisting the temptation to reach over and stroke the boy's hair.  He
was so angelic, so innocent and pure, so erotic.
     "Hey, great idea."
     "And I want to thank you, too," Father O'Rilley continued, turning to
Benny.
     "Me?  What for?"
     "For retrieving the collection plates after Midnight Mass."
     "Ah . . .  well . . .  ah, how'd you know about that?"
     "Saint Mary's has been having a problem with vagrants lately, and some
of the parishioners have suspected there has been some drug dealing going
on behind the church."
     "Ah, yeah?"
     "So last week I had a security camera installed in the back alley,
where the furnace vent circulates air."
     "Ah . . .  oh."
     "I saw you pick up the plates that night, and since they were in the
secretary's office where they were supposed to be, I can only assume it was
you who returned them there."
     "Yeah, all right, I did," Benny replied.  He had indeed planned on
returning them, but to the offering box where he'd seen Jason take them.
On his way he'd heard someone coming and had ducked into the first door
available and left them there to pick up later.  With everything else
happening, he'd forgotten all about the plates.
     "You saw Benny pick up the plates in the alley on the tape?" asked
Bobby.
     "Yes."
     "Then, ah, you, ah. . . ."
     "Yes." Father O'Rilley said solemnly.  "I'll be talking to all three
boys, and especially young Jason.  I think he's going to need some serious
counselling about his, well ."
     "His habit?" suggested Benny.
     "Yes," chuckled Father O'Rilley at the youngster's wit.  "Exactly."
     "So you recognized him, and the others?"
     "Oh yes.  I know all my parishioners," Father O'Rilley replied.  He
particularly knew the boys, and especially the good-looking ones.
"Anyway," he continued, taking the two boys by the hand.  "I wanted to
thank each of you personally for all you've done for Saint Mary's lately.
I wish there was some way I could repay you."
     "Hey, you don't have to," Bobby said, snuggling up to the priest and
placing his hand innocently and accidentally on his crotch.  He immediately
felt the man responding under his vestments.  "You know, I like the colour
purple," he continued, stroking the man's thigh as he ran his hand over the
fine purple robe.
     "And I'm glad I could help," said Benny, immediately knowing what his
kid brother was up to and sliding over on the other side of the priest.  He
looked into the man's face, his deep hazel eyes and long lashes reminding
the priest of paintings of cherubs by the old masters.  The boy's breath
was so sweet.  His cock began to rise and he was thankful Bobby's hand had
moved on down his thigh.  Bobby's hand suddenly slipped inside his robe.
     "Hey, you aren't wearing any pants."
     "Ah, well, no, I'm not, actually," Father O'Rilley began, wondering
how he could explain that, and looking at Bobby's large, innocent eyes and
fresh smile, he could not help himself.  "I hear that you don't get so
sweaty and stinky," he said with a slight smile.  He should have known how
Bobby's curious mind worked and what he'd do next, and as he felt Bobby's
hand slip up his thigh he reached out to stop him but it was too late.  The
young boy's fingers cupped his hairy testicles and juggled them.  "I hear
also that if you overheat you produce less sperm," he said, looking down at
the curly haired cherub holding his nuts.
     He had heard Bobby's suggestions to the choir, and he'd been very much
aware of the subsequent going-ons of Bobby and Alexi.  He was, after all,
an observant man, and one who had a particular interest in young boys.  He
not only allowed their actions to continue, but had done what he could to
facilitate them by looking the other way or finding reasons to be absent
for a while during practices in the hopes that Bobby would set up a routine
that the boys would continue following after he was gone.  He was confident
that they would, and for that gift, he really wished he could thank the
boy.  By this time Bobby and Benny had opened his vestments and exposed the
priest.  He had a particularly thick bush of black curly hairs interspersed
with some grey and that extended up over his stomach and over his chest and
down his thighs.  The two immediately took matters in hand, Bobby
continuing to caress and gently squeeze the man's balls and Benny beginning
to stroke his semierect cock.
     "Ah, boys, I don't ."
     Benny leaned forward and planted a long, sweet kiss on the man's lips,
and felt the man's cock leap in his hands.  By the time their lips parted,
the man was hard.  Easing him down on his back, Bobby immediately raised
his choir robes, revealing that he too was wearing nothing underneath.  He
quickly straddled the man and began to rub his backside and crack along the
man's towering cock.  Benny meanwhile quickly chucked his trousers and
underwear and straddling the man's hairy chest, he picked up his limp cock
and ran the tip over the man's lips like a tube of chapstick.  The man's
cock immediately began pumping out pre-cum.  The two boys had correctly
identified Father O'Rilley's second weakness, the lust for another
sweetness, and this one was not pastry.
     He knew he should not allow them to continue, but he also knew that
these two boys were far from inexperienced despite their youth.  He was
quite right about that, and before he could object, he found Bobby sinking
down on his hot, throbbing cock and Benny slipping his teenage dick between
his lips.  The man could not resist, and as Bobby began to ride his cock
the aroused priest began to suck his older brother's dick while reaching
down around behind the boy and taking Bobby's stiff little dicklet in his
thick fingers and beginning to wank it.
     Bobby humped up and down eagerly and with delight, and Benny squirmed
in ecstasy as pleasure pulsated through his cock.  Feeling the hot, rough
tongue running over his exposed glans and knowing the priest was savouring
the taste of his boy cock was wicked, and feeling the man's coarse chest
hair against his bare backside made it even more so.  Father O'Rilley was
certain he had died and gone to heaven.  Having succumbed to the boys, the
priest threw himself into it and enjoyed himself to the hilt.  And speaking
of hilt, he had his cock as far up Bobby's backside as possible and the
tightness and warmth were unbelievable.  He quivered with delight as Bobby
rode up and down its length.  It was not the first time the priest had
enjoyed a young boy's backside, but it was the first that he'd had a boy so
eager to have his backside fucked.  It was not the first time he'd ever
sucked a young boy's cock either, and as he felt it throbbing hotly between
his lips he knew the boy was close to coming.  To be so young and to have
balls so ripe again!
     All too soon he felt his nuts tightening and he could not have held
back if he'd wanted to.  With a groan of pleasure he filled young
twelve-year-old Bobby's rectum and Bobby squeezed his sphincter and slowly
raised his body in a slow rhythm, milking out the man's load.  Overcome by
his orgasm, the priest tugged savagely on Bobby's little cocklet which
suddenly began to throb with his dry orgasm.  Bobby cried out in ecstasy as
the pleasure pulsating though his butt joined the sharp pleasure ripping
though his little cocklet.  At the same time Benny erupted, and the priest
drank his sweet boy wine eagerly and thirstily.  Benny had plenty to offer,
and the fourteen- year-old quivered and threw back his head with the
delight of his orgasm, a delight he was never going to tire of.
     Meanwhile everyone had gone to the gym where they were mingling and
digging into the feast that had been spread out on rows of tables.  The
fund-raising event had been well advertised, and feeling in the Christmas
spirit, and this year feeling a special need to give considering the
violence and terrorism in the world, several hundred families had willingly
paid the seven dollars per person fee for the church supper, raising more
than six thousand dollars.  Everyone was enjoying themselves so much that
they paid little attention to the flushed Catholic priest and two Brewster
boys who joined them a bit later.  Spotting the twins over by the buffet
table, Benny and Bobby joined them.
     "Hey, where did you two guys take off to?"
     "Oh, had some church business to take care of," Bobby replied
importantly.  "Catholic church business."
     His two older brothers looked at him, and then at Benny for an
explanation.  Benny just grinned and the twins knew from that look that
their kid brothers had started the evening off without them.
     "Hey, what is that you're eating?" Bobby asked.
     "That stuff," Brent indicated, pointing to a round orange ball
decorated with parsley.  "Dunno what it's called, but it's awesome."
     "Oh yeah.  Ya gotta try it," agreed Brett.
     Bobby picked up a cracker from his brother's plate and dipped it into
the paste and nibbled on it carefully, not sure if he should trust his
brother, who like the rest of them enjoyed a good prank.  Brent and Brett
were telling the truth.  It was good.
     "That's known as a cheese ball," a middle-aged woman standing beside
them advised, having overheard their conversation.  The boys glanced at
each other.
     "Cheese ball?"
     "Yes."
     "What do you put on . . .  ah . . .  in your . . .  ah, this?" asked
Benny, blushing a bright red to the amusement of his brothers.
     "You mix mild cheddar cheese and cream cheese, and then mix in
mayonnaise, Worcestershire sauce, onion powder, celery salt and garlic
salt."
     "Awesome."
     "Yeah, we'll have to try that first chance we get."
     "You bet!"
     "Fu-, fu-, forgoodness sake yeah," agreed Bobby.
     Spotting the two brothers who had been the first recipients of Andrew
and Daniel's benevolence, Bobby and Benny headed over to say hello.
     "Hi," the two greeted.
     "Great food," Bobby said, his cheeks puffed out with crackers and
cheese ball.
     "Oh yeah.  It's a great night," the fourteen-year-old boy responded.
     "But not as great as Midnight Mass," the younger of the two added with
a twinkle in his brown eyes.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his brother.  "We was sortta hoping the Jones
brothers would be here."
     "Need more clothes or money?" asked Benny with an impish grin.
     The two boys glanced at each other.  "No," whispered the older boy
with a conspiratorial grin.  "Another blow job."
     "You got a down jacket, and a blow job?"
     "Actually, I put the jacket in the donation box at the church for the
needy," the boy replied.  "And my brother gave me half his money."
     "And did you go back to get something else?" Bobby asked the younger
boy with a grin.
     "You better believe it," the younger boy responded with a wide smile.
"While my brother was getting blown."
     Benny looked the older boy over.  He was slightly taller than Benny,
and a bit skinnier, with light brown hair in an irregular cut, a popular
style at the time in junior high.  He wore round, thin-rimmed glasses.  His
younger brother had light brown hair but with shaved and darkened sides.
"So did you like it?"
     "Oh yeah.  It was my first time."
     Benny thought for a moment.  "If you, well, would like to have a
second one, there's lots of private places two guys could go," he
suggested.
     "You mean, well, like you and me?" the boy asked hesitantly, daring to
glance at Benny.
     "Yeah.  If you want to."
     "Sure," he said with a shrug and a big smile, glancing at his younger
brother.
     "So, you into sex stuff too?" the younger boy asked, looking at Bobby.
     "Who me?" asked Bobby with a wide innocent look.
     "Bobby is as pure as the snow outside," Benny teased.
     "Speaking of snow," Bobby said, putting his arm about the younger
boy's shoulders and starting to head for the door, "you ever have sex with
a snowman?"
     The twins had spotted the two older boys that Bobby and Alexi had
turned on in the choir and had headed over to strike up a conversation.  Of
course Brent and Brett complemented the two on their singing, and the two
commented on Bobby's skills, meaning both his singing and his ability to
turn others on, and by the time Bobby and Benny were heading out the door
the four teens were feeling randy.  Seeing the two younger Brewsters
leaving, they had a good idea why and quickly caught up to them.  At the
same time, spotting Charles Elwood coming out of the boy's washroom and
seeing his face light up upon seeing his hero, Bobby asked if anyone minded
if the nine-year-old joined them.  Shane Burke and his buddy Ryan Donnelly,
the choirboy who had been buggered through his choir robe by Alexi, had
meanwhile sought out the twelve-year- old Russian-American in the hopes
he'd like to mess around.  Of course he did, and suggested that his older
brother Dimitri join them.  Stepping into the hallway, the four spotted the
Brewster brothers and quickly headed over to them.
     The troupe of boys ended up in one of the small rooms upstairs where
the karate club met and they quickly took out some of the tumbling mats.
Benny and his new friend were the first to step out of their pants and
underwear.  Laying in opposite directions, Benny took the lead.  Snuggling
up to his partner and sticking out his tongue, he inhaled deeply,
delighting in the nutty fragrance of the fourteen-year-old boy's crotch,
and began to lick the boy's balls.  Figuring he could at least do that
much, the boy followed Benny's example although not as eagerly.  Finding
the boy's nuts not that unpleasant, he ran his tongue over the wrinkled nut
sack and hoped what he knew was going to follow would be as pleasant.
     Brett, meanwhile, had dropped his pants and underwear also and had
lain down beside his brother with the curly blond-haired choir boy he'd
seen grinding his hips into Alexi's butt.  Raising the boy's choir robe, he
immediately discovered that the fifteen-year-old had taken Bobby's advice
and was naked from the waist down.  Even more delightful was the sight of
his semierect cock, the foreskin having slipped back to reveal a bulbous
knob.  Brett immediately began to nuzzle his crotch, nibbling at his large,
hairy balls and his limp dick.  The boy, like Benny's partner, was not as
eager, but was curious, and like Benny's partner, found it was not that
unpleasant as he stuck out his tongue and tentatively ran it over Brett's
balls.
     Brent had also dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out of
them, and had gotten down on his hands and knees, exposing his ass to
Martin Pike, the dark-haired, dark-eyed fourteen-year-old choir boy who'd
stood behind Bobby in the choir and had his groin ground by the
twelve-year-old.  The boy hiked up his choir robes, revealing that he too
had taken Bobby's advice, and that he had a raging hard-on already.
Dropping down to his knees behind Brent, he worked up a gob of spittle and
drooled it over the knob of his upright cock.
  Then puckering his lips and spitting on the tip of his index finger, he
pressed it against Brent's asshole.
     Meanwhile ten-year-old Shane Burke, who'd been buggered by Bobby while
singing, and ten-year-old Ryan Donnelly, who had been buggered at the same
time by Alexi, teamed up.  The two youngsters attacked the twelve-year-old
Alexi, pulling off his choir robe and unbuttoning his shirt and removing
it, and then pulling off his shoes and socks, leaving the horny young boy
totally naked.  The two choir boys quickly chucked their choir robes and
the rest of their clothes until they too were starkers.  The two eagerly
lay down beside Alexi's and reached over to play with the boy's
impressively large balls and rapidly swelling dick.
     Bobby had meanwhile taken his new companion by the hand and had lain
down on the mat on the other side of Benny.  Pulling up his choir robe, he
eagerly spread his legs and raised them, lifting his tight, smooth ass
invitingly.  His twelve-year-old partner, with whom he'd barely had ten
minutes conversation during midnight mass and that evening, fumbled with
his belt in his excitement, and pushed down his trousers and boxers.
Charles, following his hero's example, had stripped naked and had lain down
beside him.  Raising his legs and looking up between them invitingly, he
grinned at Alexi's seventeen-year-old brother.  The older boy immediately
took him up on the invitation, and dropping to his knees he applied his
lips to the youngster's butthole as he unzipped his trousers.
     As Dimitri began to rim the nine-year-old boy, Benny was starting to
give his new partner the second blow job of his life.  As he slipped his
lips about the knob of his partner's semierect cock and began to suck it,
the boy knew what Benny was expecting him to do.  It felt awesome getting
his cock sucked, but the fourteen-year-old was not so keen about putting a
guy's dick in his mouth himself.  Laying there on the mat with the glans of
his swelling dick engulfed by Benny's hot mouth, he hesitantly reached over
and picked Benny's dick up by the base.  It was the first time he'd ever
held another guy's dick, and it felt strange to be holding a guy's most
private part like that.  Slowly he leaned over and gave Benny's knob a
quick lick.  Finding to his delight that it did not taste unpleasant at
all, he dared to slip his lips over the tip like Benny had done to him.
Feeling the boy's cock beginning to swell between his lips was so hot, his
own dick began to swell even faster.  As Benny eased his lips down farther,
the boy copied him, quickly finding it was not all that easy as he began to
gag.
     "You gotta go slow," Benny advised.  "And til you get used to it just
breath in when you got just the knob in your mouth."
     Trying again, the boy followed Benny's instructions.  It was not
really that bad, and, actually, the idea of sucking on a guy's cock was
surprisingly erotic.  He slowly eased his lips down, taking his time, and
then drew them up and inhaled deeply.  He repeated the action.  For
fourteen-year-old Benny, having sex with a new partner was just like having
sex for the first time, and knowing this was actually the first time his
partner had sucked cock, and that he'd had his own cock sucked only once
before, made having sex with the slender, bespeckled teenager all the
hotter.  He worked his mouth up and down the boy's cock slowly, not wanting
to get him aroused too fast.  The boy's cock was just a bit shorter than
his, which was now five inches, and he was able to go all the way down to
his pubes, where he paused and sucked gently on it before slipping his lips
back up.  His innocent novice followed his example.
     Brett and his fifteen-year-old partner were similarly sixty-nining,
the innocent choir boy taking Brett's lead and copying his motions just as
Benny's partner was copying his.  The curly headed blond youth had been
hesitant about engaging in oral sex, but he was even less certain if he
really wanted to engage in anal sex either.  Creaming his boxers in the
choir by getting his woodie ground by the twelve-year-old in front of him
was one thing, actually sticking his cock inside someone else's ass was
totally different, and as for getting his ass fucked in return, well, he
definitely was not interested in doing that.  He was horny though, and he'd
joined Brett and his brother with the intention of taking care of the itch
that had developed in his pants.  When you are fifteen and have a hardon,
you tend to think with your dick.
     Anyway, they were just going to get their nuts off, which didn't make
it a gay thing or anything.  They simply were horny and going to get off a
load, no different from shooting one off in the choir.  It was not as if
they'd be kissing and hugging and that sort of fag stuff.  Actually at
first he was going to suggest he jerk Brett off as he got sucked, but after
finding out licking the sixteen-year-old's nuts was not all that bad, he
figured he could at least give his dick a lick.  Finding it no different
from licking his balls, he'd continued licking it as Brett had licked his,
and when Brett had gone down on it, he figured there was nothing lost
giving that a try also.  Getting sucked did feel good, and he was not going
to get a chance to find out what it was like to reciprocate again.  To his
surprise again, he found out sucking cock was as enjoyable as getting
sucked.
     Martin Pike had not felt quite the same way when he had found out the
effeminate, blond teenager he'd teamed up with wanted to have his ass
fucked.  Grinding his bone against his kid brother's backside had been hot,
and the idea of sticking his cock inside the kid's sixteen-year-old brother
was even hotter.  So, he'd eagerly lubed his cock up with his spittle, and
had even eagerly stuck his finger up the older teenager's ass to loosen him
up, as he'd heard guys say they did to their girl friends who let them
stick them up the ass.  Getting his cock up the hot teenager's tight ass
had been more difficult than he'd expected, but with Brent's expertise, he
managed to do it without that much problem.  For Brent, knowing that this
was the boy's very first time, he did everything he could to make it
effortless, and as he felt the boy's cock entering him, and knowing it was
the first time Martin had ever had his cock up a guy's ass, Brent began to
leak pre-cum big time.  The dark-haired, dark-eyed fourteen-year-old
grasped his hips tightly as he began to work his hips to and fro, engaging
in his very first piece of ass.  He was unable to believe how hot and moist
Brent's hole felt, and how delightful it was to have his cock surrounded by
the teenager's flesh.
     Having gotten Alexi hard, the two ten-year-olds were faced with the
dilemma of what to do next.  Alexi, having had plenty of experiences of
three-way sex with his older brother and his father, chose one of his
favourite positions.  Getting to his knees, he had Ryan kneel in front of
him, and grasping the boy by the hips, he placed the tip of his slender boy
cock against the youngster's butthole.  Being slender, and dripping with
spittle from the two boys, and Ryan having had his backside rubbed plenty
of times by the boy's bone and being eager to actually feel it up his butt,
the two boys united without any trouble.  Sinking his cock right up the
young boy's hole until his hairless pubes were pressed against the
ten-year-old's smooth butt, Alexi then instructed Shane to kneel in front
of Ryan.  Although they'd never done anything like this, and had never even
thought about sex prior to Bobby's arrival in the choir, the two boys
quickly caught on.
     Shane eagerly knelt before his buddy and reached behind and pulled
apart his butt cheeks, revealing his tiny, pink virgin pucker.  Ryan worked
up a mouth of spittle and drooled it over his now stiff little dicklet, and
then grasping Shane by the hips as Alexi had gripped his, he slowly eased
forward.  His slender dick, no thicker than a finger and about as long as a
man's thumb, easily sank into the eager ten-year-old's backside.  At the
same time he drew his backside up along Alexi's pole, which being longer
than Ryan's, still had the knob firmly planted inside the boy's rectum when
he was pressing his naked pubes against his buddy's butt.
     And so the novice preteen slowly worked his hips to and fro, easing
his little dicklet in and out of his buddy for the first time, and feeling
a boy's cock easing in and out of his asshole for the first time also.  The
ten-year-old boy quivered and inhaled sharply each time he drew back and
impaled himself on the twelve-year-old's dick, and he exhaled and quivered
as he drove forward and felt the itchy stimulation assaulting his tender
dickhead.  His young, hereto virgin asshole, burned with a pleasant arousal
as he eased up and down on Alexi's cock, and his little cocklet itched and
throbbed with arousal as he worked it in and out of his best friend's
asshole.  Alexi was used to both being fucked and to fucking ass, and was
often the boy in the middle when he had sex with his brother and father, so
he knew exactly how his innocent young partner was feeling.
     Bobby was far from innocent, and the twelve-year-old eagerly and
expertly instructed his new partner how to mount him.  The boy, having
fucked ass only once before, and that through the crack in the door of the
confessional as Daniel had bent over, found this position far different.
Kneeling there between his partner's legs and looking him in the face was
so hot the boy was trembling with excitement as he penetrated Bobby, and he
immediately began to hump him like a wild rabbit.  Bobby looked up at the
boy with a grin, knowing exactly how he felt.
     Laying beside his young hero, Charles was no innocent either, as
Dimitri had found out.  The boy had quickly gotten hard as the
seventeen-year-old had wormed his tongue into his butthole, and despite
Dimitri's size, the nine-year-old had easily accepted him up his butt.  As
Dimitri had slowly eased forward, the boy had pushed out, and ever so
slowly he had been rewarded with the hot moistness of the boy's depths.
Then as he pulled out, the boy constricted his sphincter, tightening it
about the withdrawing cock.  The boy had clearly been fucked before.
       Benny and his partner were by then eagerly sucking on each other's
cock.  For Benny, every time he brought a boy off it was wicked, and every
time he shot his load was as powerful as the first time he'd ever shot one
off.  He bobbed his head up and down and sucked on the hot, throbbing cock
in his mouth with pure delight, enjoying giving head as much as he enjoyed
the throbbing pleasure between his legs and having a hot, moist mouth
sucking on his dick.  For his fourteen-year-old partner, the throbbing of
his stiff cock and tingling of his dickhead felt wonderful, but to his
amazement, having another boy's hot, throbbing cock in his mouth, and
knowing he was the cause of that pleasure, felt even more wonderful.  He
just as eagerly worked his lips up and down Benny's dick and sucked on it
hungrily.
     Slipping his mouth off his partner's cock, Benny warned him that he
was about to come, and told him if he wanted to finish him off with his
hand instead that would be all right, knowing that not everyone enjoyed
getting a mouth of cum.  The boy, new to this, responded that he was about
to come too, and that Benny could do the same, to which Benny responded
that he had every intention of finishing him off with his mouth and
swallowing the boy's cream.  The boy considered for only a second before
responding that he'd do the same.  It had been wicked getting sucked off
all the way at Midnight Mass, and if Benny was willing to swallow his
stuff, then he was game to try it also.
       Brett's partner was glad that he'd dared to try sucking Brett's
cock, although he could not go down on Brett's huge monster as far as Brett
went down on his, so when he heard the exchange between Brett's younger
brother and his partner, he knew he wanted to do the same.  When Brett
paused and glanced at him, he knew also that Brett wanted to do the same as
his brother too, and without saying a word, the two resumed their sucking.
The fifteen-year-old eagerly worked his lips up and down Brett's throbbing
cock, going down as far as he could, and he squirmed with pleasure as Brett
sucked hungrily on his.  This was his first sixty-nine, but it certainly
was not going to be his last.
     A minute later Brett heard the fifteen-year-old grunt and snort and he
knew from the boy's breathing and the throbbing of his cock that the boy
was going to shoot.  Drawing his lips up to the boy's knob so the boy would
shoot in his mouth instead of down his throat, he closed his eyes and
concentrated on the delight of having a boy come in his mouth.  It was a
wicked experience feeling a boy's cock throbbing between your lips, and
even more wicked to feel his hot thick cum fill your mouth.  As the boy's
hot, tart cream spurted out of his throbbing cock, Brett delighted in the
taste and texture of his load, and the fact that it was the boy's first
time.  Waiting until the boy had emptied his balls, he held the boy's cum
in his mouth as the boy resumed sucking him.  He'd held back with extreme
effort, and mumbling the boy a warning thirty seconds later, he drew back
so as not to choke the boy and shot his first spurt of cum.  He trembled
with the pleasure of ejaculation and began to swallow the boy's cum as he
emptied his own load.
     His partner began to swallow as soon as he felt the first shot spurt
into his mouth, and even though it was his first experience, he managed to
swallow most of Brett's thick cream.  It's taste and texture he found
amazingly erotic, and even more erotic was the thought that he was
swallowing a boy's juice, that very special juice that only boys could
make.
  He had sucked his first cock, and he had enjoyed it.  As he felt Brett
resume sucking on his hot, swollen dick, he continued to suck on Brett's
tube also, sucking out the remainder of his thick cream.
     Benny and his partner were next, the two horny fourteen-year-olds
shooting at the same time, Benny's thick load filling the boy's mouth as
the boy's load filled Benny's.  The two quivered and groaned in the ecstasy
of climax, theirs and each other's.  Although he had come only a short time
ago, Benny was young and his load almost matched his partner's in volume.
For Benny this was hardly a new experience, but knowing it was the first
time for his partner made it seem like it was.  He eagerly sucked on the
boy's swollen member, hungrily sucking out his boy juice and savouring it.
The boy, having never tasted cum before, lay there in a daze as he savoured
the tart, thick load clinging to his teeth and his tongue.  It was only the
second time in his life that he'd been sucked off, and the first time he'd
sucked cock, and it was totally blowing his mind.
     Martin Pike was pumping his hips to and fro with an increasing
frequency as he felt himself approaching his peak, and though he wanted it
to last, he also wanted to get off.  The pleasure pulsating through his
loins was like nothing he had ever felt before, and the itch around his
dickhead was never so fierce.  The choir boy had delighted in cuming in his
underwear as a result of rubbing his dick along Bobby's smooth crack, and
as he felt his cock throb and ache up Brent's ass he knew that he was
close.  Brent's cock, at the same time, twitched and leaked pre- cum as
Martin's dick massaged his prostate.  Finally, the fourteen-year-old
grasped Brent's hips tightly as he shoved his cock deep up his ass and
trembled with his release.
  Squirt after squirt of his hot teen cum shot up Brent's ass, and the boy
panted hotly against the older teenager's nape.  Still shooting off, he
reached around under Brent and grasping his massive and impressive cock, he
began to wank it.  It only took a dozen strokes to bring the horny
sixteen-year-old off and Martin trembled as he felt the thick cock throb
out the teenager's cum.  He was still shooting himself, and as his cum shot
up Brent's rectum, Brent's cum shot across the tumbling mats.
     Alexi had on several occasions brought Ryan to a dry climax during
choir while achieving his own, and he was looking forward now to bringing
him to an even hotter climax while he reached his own deep up the boy's
ass.  This was what he'd fantasized so many times as he'd humped the
ten-year-old during choir practice and while singing before the
congregation.  That in itself made what they were doing extra hot, but he
was turned on even higher by the fact that he had taught the young innocent
boy his favourite position.  Ryan was panting with exertion and with
stimulation from the double fucking, from the awesome pleasure of having
Alexi's throbbing dick up his ass, and from the awesome pleasure of having
his dicklet up his buddy Shane's butt.  Shane was just as ecstatic, feeling
for the first time a guy's dick actually up his bum.
     The three preteens came so close together it would be difficult to
tell who came first.  Alexi, Shane and Ryan trembled with their dry orgasms
and as Ryan shoved his little aching dick up Shane's ass, Alexi shoved his
cock up Ryan's butt.  Ryan and Shane trembled with the additional pleasure
pulsating through their rectums and radiating out from their burning
buttholes.  For Alexi the pleasure of fucking ass was nothing new, but he
delighted in knowing that it was new for the two ten-year-olds.  As for
Ryan and Shane, it was not the first time they'd experienced a dry orgasm,
but it was the first time they'd experienced it with a dick up their ass,
and that made it all the more wicked.
     Bobby opened and closed his anus in time with his partner's thrusts
and he trembled and gasped as he felt himself approaching his own climax.
Having a guy's cock working in and out of your hole was the greatest
sensation a guy could have as far as Bobby was concerned, and he enjoyed
the sensation of being fucked as much as he enjoyed bringing other guys
off.  His partner, on the other hand, had only fucked butt once before, and
he was concentrating on the strange and wonderful experience of having his
partner working with him.  This was not how it had been with Daniel in the
confessional box, and it made the experience so much more erotic, so much
more like they were partners.  The twelve-year-old eagerly thrust his cock
in and out with increasing ferocity as he felt himself approaching his
climax.
     Charles and Dimitri were at the point of orgasm also.  Both were
experienced at this sort of thing, and their past experience allowed them
the added pleasure of anticipation.  Charles tightened his sphincter as
Dimitri pulled back, and then relaxed as Dimitri sank his thick teenage
cock up the nine-year-old's butt.  Dimitri could not believe the skill with
which the youngster matched his thrusts, and as the young boy and the
twelve-year-old laying on his back beside him exchanged glaces, he had a
good idea where the youngster had gotten his experience.  That he and his
teacher were laying there side by side on their backs getting plowed
together made it all the hotter.
     Bobby and Charles felt so also, and as they felt the hard, hot cocks
easing in and out of their bodies they glanced at each other and reached
over and grasped hands.  At the same time the two quivered as their
prostates were massaged and the two boys fucking them began to pump more
ferociously.  The three boys quivered and gasped as they began their dry
orgasms, and they twisted and jerked and whimpered as wave after wave of
orgasm rippled through their cocks, and in the case of Bobby and Charles,
through their anuses.  Dimitri quivered also as he slammed Charles against
the mat with the force of his thrusts, as his nuts contracted and he shot
his load up the rectum of the young boy.
     Thirteen hot, horny boys panted and gasped with their orgasms openly
and unabashedly, for some of them an experience already enjoyed hundreds of
times and relished with delight and familiarity, for others something only
newly experienced and still mysterious and awesome.  Thirteen naked or near
naked boys clutched each other as their chests rose and fell and their hot
young blood coursed through their veins.  The room was filled with the
sounds of their heavy breathing and sighs of ecstasy, and the air was
saturated with the pungent, musky aroma of fresh cum and sweaty balls.  It
was also filled with a warmth, joy, and love that night that was a fitting
and glorious way to kick off the Brewster campaign against violence.
     Slowly raising up on their elbows, the Brewster brothers glanced at
the tangle of flushed, perspiring bodies strewn around them.  A thin film
of boy juice coated rosy boy lips and oozed from limp dicks and pleasantly
throbbing assholes.  Thirteen young boys lay there in post-climatic flush,
united by the ultimate pleasure of orgasm, theirs and their partners, their
once stiff and aching dicks now laying limp over their tender balls.  The
room smelled of boy sex.  Glancing at each other, the four Brewster
brothers grinned.  Now this was how the Feast of the Holy Innocents should
be celebrated!