Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 20:24:03 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brewsters Celebrate Flag Day (t/t,t/b, m/m, incest, romance)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
celebrating Flag Day with their father's side of the family and a few
celebrities as they gather for their Uncle James's wedding.
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-seventh story in the
Brewster boys special events and myths series. This Flag Day to
commemorate the 225th birthday of the Stars and Stripes, buy a package of
star-spangled condoms for the flag you wave below the belt (or if you're
not American, find an appropriately colored condom for your country's flag
at your nearest novelty or online store.) Lyrics are copyright 98 Degrees
Music Inc. or Ricky Martin. Donations can be sent to James's favorite
charity, and stag party invitations, wedding cake, praise and story ideas
can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com
THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE FLAG DAY
"Oh, maaaaaan, I can't believe it!" groaned Brent as he stared into
the mirror.
"Nor do I," agreed Benny.
"What don't you believe?" his older brother asked.
"That someone as ugly as you can be my brother," he responded with
a straight face.
"Very funny," Brent responded, giving his younger brother the
finger.
"What was it that you can't believe?" asked Brent's twin, Brett.
"This zit I got! Right on the tip of my nose, and the day before
the wedding of all times!"
"Oh yeah, it's a monster," agreed Brett, checking it out and
quickly checking his own complexion.
"Mount Vesuvius about to blow," observed Benny.
"That's hilarious," giggled Bobby. The more he thought about it
the more he chuckled, and the more he chuckled the harder it was to stop.
"What is so funny?" asked Brent irritably.
"About to blow."
"I don't get it."
"Hey, that's our kid brother. Who ever understands what he's
talking about."
"Blow get it? Zit. Nose. Blow?" Bobby chortled.
"Brother, you're sick," observed Benny.
"Hey, it was your comment, not mine."
"Will you two just fucking shut up? It's not a joke."
"Hey, a little soap and water and a little Clearasil and it will be
gone tomorrow."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have a zit about to pop at the end
of your nose."
"Sheesh, it's just a zit. What are you getting so worked up
about?"
"Yeah, why are you so bitchy?"
"Two guesses."
"Ralph L. and TJ."
"You got that right."
"What did they do now?"
"TJ asked me why I was so insecure," replied Brent angrily.
"What?" his three brothers asked, their eyes widening with
surprise, though even after their short encounter with the two boys they
should not have been.
"Said that had to be why I was wearing barbells in the bridge of my
nose, except of course he didn't call them that, just called them 'those
things.' Said I had to be to wearing them to get attention, and that
people who sought attention were insecure."
"I'd like to attention him this," observed Benny, extending his
middle finger
"You and the rest of us."
The objects of the brothers' anger and frustration were two
cousins, second cousins the two had pointed out, clearing wanting to be
sure the distance between them was known. Fifteen- year-old Ralph Lorne
Brewster, as he had introduced himself, and his older brother, seventeen-
year-old Thomas James, TJ to his friends, which the Brewster brothers were
not he quickly pointed out, were the grandsons of John Brewster, of the
"Textile Brewsters" the boys had heard their grandmother Marie describe
them, John Brewster being her husband's brother. They had arrived the
night before and were staying at the Sheraton, but had come over for
breakfast, Brenda having made the invitation to all of the out of town
guests.
Their stay had been brief, but too long as far as the four brothers
were concerned. While they were there they complained about the dinky size
of their city, they picked at their pancakes in a clear indication of what
they thought of the boys' mother's cooking, which the boys besides many
others felt rivalled that of the best chefs in the world, and they looked
down their noses at the four brothers and their triplet siblings and asked
if their parents didn't understand birth control, observing that anybody
who cared or understood the pressures of the present population on the
world's resources wouldn't have seven children. Bobby was going to observe
that there were some people who should never have had children, but his
older brother Brent stopped him, knowing him well enough to anticipate what
he was about to say as soon as he began. It wasn't that he didn't agree.
He just didn't want to create any problems, not on such a special weekend.
That afternoon the boys headed over to the YMCA Recreation Complex
where their father had rented a room for the stag party for their Uncle
James that night. While their father and his brothers had taken their
Uncle James and his friends out for an afternoon of Go Kart racing and
Paintballing, the boys had agreed to decorate the room for that evening.
Their grandmother, who had arrived the day before, had planned on joining
them but had suddenly developed a bad case of the runs and had decided to
stay back, along with her husband, who was not the type of man who was into
decorating halls anyway. The two had been put up in the triplet's room
despite their objections they could stay in a hotel, and now spending the
afternoon in their bathroom their grandmother was glad she had given in.
Brenda and the boys were joined at the complex by the boys' aunt
Stephanie from Connecticut, who was married to their father's youngest
brother Jeffrey, and their young cousins with whom they'd been
corresponding and swapping sexual adventure stories for the past two years
and who'd also come over for breakfast, Trevor, Bobby and Brad. Since
their introduction to the joys of sex at Nacy's Thanksgiving Parade two
years ago, the three cousins had been sexually active and had been looking
forward to this weekend ever since they'd learned about the wedding. The
boys were also joined by their little cousins Josh and Markey and their
mother Tammy, their father's only sister, with her two year-old twins,
Corrine and Roseanne, who had flown in from Canada that morning, and by
their newly met second cousins Owen, David, Jessica, Nicole and Peter, the
children of another of their father's cousins, along with their parents,
who had also just arrived in town.
"You call these decorations?"
The boys cringed with the sound of the voice.
"What puky colours," observed a second voice which was just as
annoying.
"They're Uncle James's and Mister Carboni's favourite colours."
"Oh, that explains it," TJ responded.
"What is that supposed to mean?" retorted Benny.
"You know," TJ replied, waving his hand limply.
The boys were about to retort but their mother came by with another
box of decorations. "Oh," she said brightly. "Did you come to help?"
"No, ma'am," TJ responded sweetly, his tone dripping with honey.
"We're on our way to the Westmount Mall and just thought we'd drop in."
"To see how the little children and fems are making out with their
sissy decorating," added his younger brother in a whisper as soon as Brenda
was out of hearing range.
"Well, need something to keep the kiddies occupied," TJ responded,
popping one of the balloons. "Oops, sorry," he said with a wide grin.
Taking out a lighter, he light it and held it near the crepe paper ribbon
on the wall.
"Hey, what the fuck you doing asshole?" responded Bobby angrily,
jerking the ribbon away before it caught on fire.
"Who you calling an asshole?" snapped TJ.
"Look in the mirror."
TJ smirked. "Com'on," he said to his younger brother. "Let's go
have a smoke."
"Smoking is bad for your health," observed Bobby.
"Oh really," TJ said sarcastically. "Now there is a news flash."
"You'd expect it from a sissy boy."
"Oh yeah. We'll I used to smoke. All of us did," Bobby responded,
"till we smartened up."
"Wimped out is more like it," responded TJ. "Com'on Ralph, let's
split this kindergarten."
Bobby and his brothers fumed silently as they and cousins, along
with the adults who were there, continued to decorate, stringing up the
crepe paper ribbons and hanging the green and purple balloons, and cutting
out the letters to spell "Congratulations" and "Best Wishes".
"Bobby," whispered Brent.
"What?"
"You shouldn't play with yourself," he advised, nodding to their
girl cousins nearby.
"I wasn't"
"Com'on, I seen you."
"I wasn't. I gotta take a leak and wanted to finish cutting out
this 'W' first."
"Actually I gotta go too," observed Benny.
"And me," added Trevor.
It was strange that all four brothers and their three cousins from
Connecticut all had to go, but they had been drinking a lot of fruit punch
that morning. They headed to the men's room, only to find the door was
jammed. Things were getting desperate and Brad and his kid brother were
beginning to dance. Having no choice, the seven of them dashed into the
women's before there was an accident and the seven boys crowded into the
three stalls. They had to piss like race horses and stood there filling
the three bowls with their currents, at the same time checking each other
out of course. There was a sudden muffled shriek, and the seven boys
turned to see their cousins Jessica, Nicole and Brittany standing there in
surprise, and amusement, Jessica's hands over her eyes and Nicole's over
her mouth. Being in the middle of their jobs, there was nothing the boys
could do but stand there.
When they emerged, their mothers were standing there waiting, and
their red faces were not because they were embarrassed. Of course the boys
explained the men's room was jammed, but when their uncle went and tried
the door, he found there was nothing wrong at all. Taking her boys aside,
Brenda informed them they were grounded for the next month for their little
antic.
"Oh maaaaan!" groaned Benny. "A month! And it wasn't our fault."
"Yeah, that fucking door was jammed," Bobby observed.
"Funny how it was suddenly all right."
"And how we all had to take a leak."
"And so bad."
It smelled very much like a set up, and checking out the washroom
and finding the scrunched up cardboard carton, they had a good idea how the
door had been jammed. They also had a good idea who was behind it, the
culprits having disappeared while they were in the women's room, though how
they had gotten them to piss so badly was a mystery.
"Well, it's not all bad," Benny observed. "I think the girls were
impressed by what they saw actually."
"Oh yeah," observed Brent. "You could see from the look in
Nicole's eyes she was certainly impressed."
"And Jessica," said Benny. His dick began to swell as he recalled
the look on the face of his fourteen-year-old cousin as she'd stared at his
manhood.
"At least we didn't have boners," observed Trevor.
"Now that would have been embarrassing," agreed Brent.
"Well, I had to piss so bad I almost had a boner," observed Benny's
kid brother Bobby.
"Good thing."
"Good thing?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. Otherwise they wouldn't have been able to see yours," Brett
observed with a grin, and the boys all giggled.
"Fuck you," Bobby mouthed, and the boys giggled all the more.
Arriving back home, the boys were relieved to find their
grandmother was feeling better, and they headed off to their room to
entertain their male cousins while the girls fussed with the triplets and
Aunt Tammy's twins in the family room. As the boys engaged in a bit of
rough and tumble, a cigarette fell out of Josh's pocket, and upon being
questioned, he admitted TJ had given him and his brother Markey each a
smoke while the boys had been in the can. Brett had Markey turn his over
and was about to scold the boys and warn them about the health risks of
smoking when the door opened and their mother walked in. She did not
normally walk in without knocking, and from the look on her face, she was
clearly not happy.
"What is that?" she asked, spotting the cigarettes.
"Cigarettes," Brett replied.
"I can see that!" she snapped, which was not typical. "What are you
doing with them?"
"Ah, well. . . ."
"Don't you know the dangers of smoking?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"And you know how addictive they are. You know how hard it was for
your dad and me to stop."
"Oh yeah." The boys glanced at each other. Their parents had
been particularly bitchy for almost half a year, and seeing how badly
they'd been addicted was one of the main reasons the boys had quit.
"Yet you smoke."
Markey and Josh were about to confess that the cigarettes were
theirs but Benny motioned for them to be quiet. It wasn't right that they
get in trouble because of their asshole cousins from Boston, and anyway if
they did say it was theirs, they couldn't squeal on where they got them
even if the two deserved being punished. Squealing wasn't the Brewster way
of dealing with things.
"We'll deal with this later," Brenda advised. "I'm here about the
mean prank you pulled this morning!"
"You are?" asked Bobby. He and his brothers all tried to think
what they'd done to get themselves in trouble. This day they'd been
particularly good, not on purpose, but because they'd been too busy getting
ready for the wedding. They certainly had not done anything to get their
mother as angry as she was.
"Gramma found out what has given her the runs." The boys looked at
their mother. What that had to do with them and being in trouble they had
no idea. "Someone dumped her Epsom Salts in her tea." The boys looked at
their mother blankly. "Epsom Salts is a laxative." That sounded like a
prank they'd pull, but not on someone they loved, and certainly not on
their grandmother.
"Which one of you did it?"
The boys looked at each other blankly knowing none of them would do
such a thing.
"It had to be one of you four," Brenda accused. "Nobody else knew
she and Grandpa were using the triplet's room, and nobody else would have
gone in and rifled through their medicines."
The boys looked at each other helplessly.
"All right. Then you can all be punished. You were all likely in
it together anyway. Your television and computer privileges are suspended
for a month."
"A month!"
"But we didn't do nuthin'!"
"That ain't fair."
"Do you want two months?"
The boys were immediately silent.
"I just don't understand your behaviour today! Today of all days,
with family here." Brenda glared at them, and turned and stormed out.
"Wow, your mom's mad," observed David.
"That was a mean thing to do," Trevor commented.
"But we didn't do nothin!" Benny protested.
"Yeah we wouldn't do something like that to Gramma."
"For sure."
"Then who did it?" asked Trevor.
"It had to be someone who had the opportunity to go to the
triplet's room and go through her medicine and stuff, and it had to have
been this morning," observed Brett, the logical thinker of the four
brothers.
"Somebody could have done it at breakfast."
"Yeah. There was a lot of people in and out and confusion and
stuff."
"But we just had family ," Brett began, cutting his statement off
short.
"Ralph L and TJ," he and his three brothers chorused.
"Of course."
"And they'd figure we'd get blamed, the fuckers."
"Hey, Grandpa has that diuretic stuff with his medicine."
"Sure. We all know that," Bobby observed, the boys having used
that knowledge to play
a prank on their classmates and teachers one April Fool's day.
"Oh," he said, realizing now why they all had to take such a bad piss.
Their fruit punch could have been spiked that morning, and it would explain
why they had to go but not the others who were not at the breakfast.
"Those freakin' sons of bitches," Brett said angrily. His brothers
did not respond, and the room was suddenly silent. He slowly turned and
slowly looked up at his mom, and then slowly turned to look at his
brothers. "So, like I was saying Bobby, algebra is easy. In that problem
I was using for an example, if you're seeking the sum of bridges ."
"Come with me," Brenda interrupted.
Brett turned and followed her out of the room. He returned five
minutes later, frothing at the mouth.
"Holy fuck, are you mad!" observed Bobby. "I've never seen you
foaming at the mouth before."
"Igh nauh uh ahm ad."
"If it's not cuz you're mad?"
"Give you some gum?"
"Agh!"
Finding nothing in their pockets, the boys searched their desks to
find their brother some gum, Bobby finally being successful. It was a good
ten minutes before Brett could speak.
"Mom washed your fucking mouth out with soap?"
"Holy fuck, I've never seen her that mad!"
"Mom hasn't been herself lately."
"Yeah, she's been really worried about the wedding and that
everything will go off fine."
"Yeah, it's a lot of work, even for Mom."
"Especially since she's only had three weeks."
"So what we gonna do about Ralph and TJ?"
"I dunno, but we'll fix them. We'll fix them good," Brett
promised.
While the boys had been decorating the room in the recreation
complex and ending up in trouble, their father, uncles and their Uncle
James's friends had headed off for an afternoon and evening of fun,
beginning with two hours of entertainment at the Westmount Go Kart
Amusement Centre. From there the "boys for a day" drove out to Action
Zone, a new paintball field that had been recently set up in a wooded area
just outside of town. There they rented some equipment and protective gear
and changed from their dress clothes to their "grubbies", clean but worn
jeans and T-shirts that they normally would wear doing yard work or house
repairs and which Barry had advised everyone ahead of time to bring. They
decided to play a game of capture the flag, a game in which they divided
into two teams, the purpose being to defend their own flag while trying to
capture the other's, the winning team being the one who brought back the
opponent's flag to their home base. The only modification they made was
that if one of them was "killed", the person continued to play. It would
not have been much fun getting killed early in the game and having to sit
out the next three hours.
One team was lead by James of course, since it was his special day.
Although he was now president of his own oil company, the former engineer
believed in keeping in touch with those in the field, and in keeping in
shape. The five-foot-eleven forty-two-year-old had also decided to let his
beard grow out a month ago, and now kept the thick facial growth neatly and
evenly trimmed at a quarter of an inch, so in his wife-beater T-shirt and
worn camouflage jeans the strawberry blond looked the role of a commando
patrol leader. With him was Barry acting as his second in command.
Despite his desk job, Barry maintained a regular fitness routine, working
out in the gym every day knowing the importance of having a healthy body,
especially after his boys had enrolled him in a twenty-five-mile cycle race
two years ago that had almost been the death of him. He was no
muscle-bound jock but he'd been able to keep his weight at a
hundred-and-seventy over the past two years, and at five-foot-ten that was
not a bad weight.
The third member of the team was a gay friend of James's, Rowland
Arbor, a forty-five- year-old real estate salesman from Florida who had
sold James his condo in Florida and had helped him in several other
property investments, and who had helped James's boyfriend Romano purchase
several restaurants in Orlando and elsewhere in Florida over the past ten
years that Romano had been living in Florida. At five-foot nine, he was
the shortest of the four, and at a hundred and ninety pounds, the heaviest.
He loved to swim, as evidenced by his muscular arms and legs. The fourth
and final member of James's team, which had selected the impromptu name the
Groomsmen, was Keith Retrief, a straight forty-six-year-old lawyer from
Calgary, Alberta, who specialized in international trade agreements and was
a long time friend and business consultant. He was the oldest of the four,
a tall lean man with two daughters and two sons, the oldest sixteen and the
youngest ten.
Heading up the other side, which had selected the name the
Bushwhackers, was the eldest Brewster brother and the oldest member of the
group, forty-seven-year-old Cory, a macho, outdoors guide, outfitter and
big game hunter living in Nunavut, the newest territory in northern Canada.
Although the oldest, he was probably the strongest and most fit of all
eight men. Standing at six-foot two and weighing two-hundred-and-eighteen
pounds, all of it solid muscle and sinew, he was actually lean-looking.
Like all of the Brewster men he was hairy, his chest, back, arms and legs
covered with dark brown fur, and he sported a thick beard and moustache.
His brothers years ago had given him the nickname Bear. His second in
command was Jeffrey, who approaching thirty-nine years of age was the
youngest Brewster brother, and the shortest, his brothers having teased him
as young teens as being the shortest because the bottom two inches of his
legs were turned under as feet. Jeffrey in return responded that everyone
knew what having big feet meant. Like Barry, he was in good shape, but no
muscle builder. He had brown/blond hair like his mother, and like his
brothers was on the hairy side, not as furry as Cody but hairier than his
brother James. "The hair on my back has never bothered me, why should it
bother anyone else?" was a favourite quote. Though he'd never played
paintball before, the Vice President of MIS for Midland Investment
Corporation in midtown Manhattan was into Star Wars and Star Trek in a
major way, much to the amusement of his offspring, and looking forward to
his first paintball game. Settled in his life and happily married and a
devoted father, he still had the youthful enthusiasm of his teens and his
wife often accused him of being a big kid at heart.
The third member of the team was the only Brewster brother-in-law,
David Saavedra, who had married the youngest Brewster sibling and the only
girl, Tammy, who had been born in 1969. The thirty-five-year-old Albertan,
a computer systems analyst who loved paintball as much as he loved computer
games, was a handsome man with thick black hair and sensuous greenish-blue
eyes, a smooth body, swarthy skin reflecting his Spanish ancestry, and
compact buttocks that caught the attention of gay men and women alike. He
was the proud father of two boys, Markey born in 1995 and Josh born in
1994, and of twin girls who were just over a year old. The last member of
the team was Steven Urhart, straight, forty, and the President of Urhart
Explorations based in Calgary, a friend of James's who had done several
joint projects with him in Europe. Handsome and distinguished looking with
steel-grey eyes and a hint of grey in his neatly coiffured black hair,
cultured mannerisms, a smooth, chiselled body, and several million in his
bank account, he was every woman's dream catch and he knew it, which was
why he was still unmarried and happily playing the field, seeing no reason
to limit himself to one woman.
It was a fun-filled three hours of romping around in the woods,
crawling through underbrush, and skirting round the several marshy areas of
the property as they at first snuck up on each other and tried to ambush
and kill each other off, and then tried to sneak around each other unseen
so they could capture the other's flag. All being competitive in nature,
which was why they were successful in the fields they had chosen, and all
enjoying the comradeship and bonds that had formed between them in the
past, and were forming now, and all welcoming the opportunity to put aside
the daily grind of work and the pressures of their jobs, they had entered
into the game wholeheartedly. For the four Brewster brothers, they could
not help but recall the hundreds of hours they'd spent in the forest and
mountains surrounding Banff growing up in the early seventies, pretending
to be explorers, soldiers, fur traders and park wardens, and the sexual
escapades that invariably followed. In the end, it was James's team which
managed to capture the opposition's flag, but it was Cory's team that had
suffered the fewest number of deaths and rebirths of members.
Unlike many of the paintball facilities, Action Zone offered a
shower-room for its clients to clean up in, and the eight men took
advantage of the feature, saving them the need to travel back to their
hotel rooms. For the four brothers showering together had been one of
their favourite pastimes as boys and the moment they began to strip down
those memories returned, and along with them a familiar feeling between
their legs. For the others, memories of high school gym and of summer
camps flashed through their minds. For Roland, those were memories of
covert glances and day dreams. For David, Steven and Keith they were
memories of covert glances too as they'd checked out the other guys to see
how they compared, and memories of cold showers and fears of getting an
erection.
James's brothers had suspected he was gay for a long time, so when
he'd finally come out they were neither surprised, nor concerned. Even so,
as they soaped up their bodies and joked about having even gotten paint up
their butt cracks, they could not help but wonder what their brother was
thinking at that moment showering with them and his buddies. Lathering up
his groin, Roland wondered what James was thinking also, and what his
brothers and their three straight companions were thinking about showering
with two gay men.
That James and Rowland were gay was very much on the minds of
James's two straight friends and colleagues and his brother in law. As
they had stripped down, they hadn't known what to do. At first they were
just going to turn around so James and Rowland could not see their dicks,
but they quickly realized that the two men might be even more interested in
their backsides than their dicks. They had to choose one or the other. It
was going to be impossible to shower if they had to keep one hand in front
of their crotch and the other over their butthole. Of course they realized
their concern was ridiculous. James was going to be committing himself to
one man for the rest of his life tomorrow, and Rowland had plenty of other
gay men as companions and most likely wasn't paying them any thought.
Still, they could not help but be self-conscious as they stood there naked
and lathered themselves up, and it seemed like no matter what they did,
they ended up looking at someone's backside or crotch. Old fears of
becoming erect crossed their minds once again, but it was going to be
obvious if they turned on the cold water.
After changing into their good clothes, the men headed to Tony
Roma's for a well- deserved feast of barbeque steak and ribs, following
which they headed over to the recreation complex for the evening's
celebration. James being a fanatic bridge player, they set up two tables
of bridge with the plan that the winners of each table would play each
other and the losers of each table would play off.
"Well, you might have been able to beat us at paintball," observed
David, "but now I'm going to whip your ass." It was a common enough
phrase, but given that James was gay, and that fact had been on his mind
ever since the shower, the moment he said it the fact that James was gay
came to his mind again, along with the image of him whipping James's ass,
and he immediately turned red. At the same time the entire room, knowing
what he was thinking, turned silent.
"I don't know, David," Barry said. "Knowing James, if you're
suggesting whipping his ass as the prize for the top bridge player tonight,
that just might be incentive enough for James to throw the game."
The others knew it was a joke to break the tension and they
laughed, grateful to Barry for breaking the tension.
"In that case, let's forget the bridge game and get right to the
prizes," added Rowland.
"Very funny," James responded, wrinkling his nose at them, "but I
don't think I have to worry. You're looking at the top bridge player
here."
"Perhaps instead of playing for points, we should play strip
bridge," Jeffery suggested, fondly recalling the many games of strip poker
he and his brothers played as early teens as an excuse to get naked and a
prelude to fooling around. "This will be James's last night to see men
other than his lover naked for the rest of his life."
"Right," agreed Cory. "Just how tight of a rein is Romano going to
have you on anyway?"
"Maybe you should ask how tight a rein am I going to keep him on,"
James responded with a smile.
And so they bantered and joked as they played cards and, despite
the large meal they'd just consumed, munched on the bowls of pretzels and
nuts and began to tackle the keg of beer Barry had arranged for. James and
his partner easily won the first round, and though it was close, won the
winners of the other table in the second round. Of course everyone joked
they'd let him win since it was his night.
"Well, it is a good thing you did win, because we have a special
prize for the winner," said Barry, adding with a twinkle in his eyes as he
looked over at his brother-in-law, "and it has nothing to do with whips."
"Yeah? What is that?" asked James.
"A song, performed by someone special just for you," Barry said as
he walked over to the door. He had slipped out of the room a few minutes
earlier to let that someone know the game was almost over.
"Ah, I was wondering when we were going to get into the raunch
stuff," joked Cory.
"Actually, my boys made the arrangement for the singers."
"Oh," said Cory, feigning disappointment. "Then it can't be
anything raunchy." He clearly did not know his nephews well.
"Singers?" asked James. "More than one?"
"Yes," said Barry with a smile, opening the door. "James Brewster,
my sons' wedding present to you."
Four men in white shirts, long banana-yellow shirt-jackets and
matching trousers, and brown loafers and carrying cordless mikes and
wearing headsets danced into the room to the music blasting from a dual
speaker CD player one of them was carrying and which he placed on the floor
behind them. James's mouth dropped wide open and he practically fell off
his chair as they lined up before him and began to sing.
Some say that I'm professional
'Cause I know how to handle mine
Be still, be cool, and wait awhile
And I'll show you what some say is right
Now, don't get the wrong impression
I don't do this all of the time
But when I see you, all I wanna do
Is make you call my name by the candlelight.
Before they began the chorus, they looked at James and one by one sang out,
"James," and then all together "James Brewster."
James could not believe it. Standing there before him, singing and
calling out his name, was his all time number one favourite band, 98
Degrees. As they began the chorus, he sat there totally dumbstruck.
Jeffrey Timmons, Nicholas Lachey, his younger brother Drew Lachey, and
Justin Jeffre were standing there singing to him! They were looking right
at him as they swung in time to the music and began to go into their dance
routine. They looked hot on television, and on the stage, but that was
nothing compared to how hot they looked seeing them only feet away from
you. He could not keep his eyes off their swaying hips and their bubble
butts. He might be about to commit himself to one man in less than
twenty-four hours, but that did not mean he could not dream, and these four
men were what dreams were made of.
"How . . . ?" he asked, lost for words.
"I really don't know for sure myself," Barry responded with a
shrug. "Like I said, my boys made the arrangement. They seem to have
connections in the entertainment world."
It was hard to believe that a group of boys between the ages of
twelve and sixteen from the middle-class suburb of Crestview Heights could
have arranged to have a band like 98 Degrees, who in a week were headed off
on a promotional tour of Japan, perform in their town, and at a stage party
nonetheless. Still, the evidence was there before them, four famous hunks
and sought-after performers going through their dance routine and singing
"Don't Stop the Love."
For the next half hour they entertained the small group of men,
performing some of their favourites and taking requests. As the level of
the keg got lower, spirits got higher and louder. Accustomed to performing
in stadiums to thousands of invisible fans, performing in the conference
room reminded all of them of early days in their careers performing in bars
and on the road to half-empty halls, and of the intimacy and appreciation
of those small groups, and the fun that they'd had.
"Oh maaaaannnn, I can't believe this," James sighed as the band
took a break and mugs of cold beer were passed around. "You guys are
awesome!" Everyone in the room agreed. "When Barry went to the door, I
thought for sure it was going to be a male stripper performing one of those
singing telegrams, or something just as raunch."
"Actually," said Rowland. "Speaking of a raunch, now is not a bad
time to open your gifts."
"Gifts? Aww, you shouldn't have you guys! What did you get me?"
James joked.
He soon was sorry he'd asked. The first was a "Blow Up Joe", an
inflatable male doll from Rowland for when Romano had to head out of state
to check on one of the restaurants in his chain. Steven was next, and
having been in cahoots with Rowland, presented James with a blow up sheep
for when he got tired of the male doll. James suggested perhaps Keith
would like to borrow the male doll for his wife for when he was on one of
his out of town trips, and Cory joked Jeffrey better not let his wife see
the doll or considering it's endowment she might prefer it over him.
The two inflatable gifts were followed by a Cool Willy Kit (a
package containing shades and a rub-on tattoo for his dick, a cock ring,
and a pack of condoms) to impress Romano on their wedding night. Next was
a fun whip for when things begin to get boring in their marriage, a gift
James offered to lend Brenda, Tammy or Stephanie to use on their husbands.
That was followed by handcuffs for when Romano needed punishing, nipple
spread (which was an edible chocolate paste) for when Romano needed
rewarding, willy shaped soap, and a willy warmer for the cold winter nights
in Canada when Romano wasn't available to do the job.
While the group of friends and relatives presented James with their
gifts and joked about them, the members of the band glanced at each other,
surprised to discover the stag they'd been asked to perform at was for a
gay man. Although homosexuality was nothing unusual in the entertainment
field, it was not a topic they had ever talked about, having had no reason
to. Each member of the band now tried to gauge the reaction of the others
to this revelation. Each had considered himself open minded, but that was
before learning that some of the men they'd been performing to were gay.
This was their first engagement for a gay function and they weren't exactly
sure to act, and suddenly they became very self-conscious about what they
said, and even how they moved.
"Now, about that strip act," joked Rowland, looking over at the
band.
"Did you guys read the fine print of your contract?" Barry asked,
and everyone laughed. The band members began to turn red, which caused the
group to laugh all the more. Being between six and twenty-two years
younger than the stag party, the members of the band suddenly seemed very
young.
"What do you say guys, for our guest of honour?" Jeffrey asked with
a grin, the gag gifts, and the idea of the famous band exposing their
butts, being a very enticing thought. He might be a happily married man
and a father of three, but that didn't stop him from appreciating a man's
backside. Everyone chuckled, David, Steven and Keith a bit nervously.
Even though they considered themselves forward thinkers and tolerant when
it came to personal choice in life style, it was a lot different when you
were asked to prove your beliefs by your actions. Watching four men strip
was certainly asking them to prove their tolerance, even if the four men
were young, good-looking, and famous. The band glanced at each other, not
sure how serious Jeffrey and the others were, and there was an embarrassing
moment of silence.
"Yeah, for our guest of honour," Rowland said, supporting Jeffrey
as he got to his feet and approached the band, "Com'on, let's get this
party rocking!" Taking a dollar bill out of his billfold, he stuck it in
Drew's belt.
"A dollar?" asked Drew in mock surprise and indignation, figuring
humour was the best reaction under the situation. "What sort of man do you
think I am?"
"How about I add a five," Jeffrey asked, the idea of seeing the
young man butt-naked appealing to him more and more. It had been a while
since his dick had tented out his trousers because of the thoughts of a
man, and it was a good feeling.
"How about five hundred?" Drew responded, adding with a smile, "for
starters."
"Tell you what," Cory said. "Whatever sum you agree to to do a
striptease for our brother, half will go to the band, and half of what we
put up goes to Candlelighters, James's favourite charity."
"Candlelighters?"
"It's an organization that raises funds to research cancer in
youth."
The band looked at each other and huddled for a minute. The guys
were clearly serious, and what they were asking was not that bad. It could
be fun, and it could be worked to their advantage. Of course if they'd had
a few beers less, they might not have been as amiable. Jeff Timmons, the
founding member of the group, spoke for them all as they came out of the
huddle. "Sounds like a worthy charity, but forget the fifty-fifty split.
Ninety-eight Degrees will match whatever you donate, as long as you put up
at least a thousand dollars total, and as we get some media coverage."
"Regarding the donation to Candlelighters, not how the money was
raised," Justin Jeffre, the oldest member of the group by two months,
quickly added, causing everyone to laugh.
"And we'll only strip down to our underwear," continued Drew.
"But to make it more interesting, the person who gets the most money to
strip will go all the way," added Drew, who at twenty-five, was the
youngest of the band members.
That agreed, the band turned on the CD player and began their routine to
"Do You Wanna Da nce".
Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance?
Because I'm in the mood
I've been watching
From across the room
The way you're moving
I could get into you.
The way the band was moving, James and Rowland could easily get
into them, and of the Brewster brothers, Barry and Jeffrey in particular,
recalled their youth and the fantasies they'd had about the performers of
their day when they were teenagers growing up in the mid seventies,
performers like Aerosmith with their sexy shades and thick manes of unruly
hair past their shoulders, the heartthrob Shaun Cassidy with his seductive
eyes and lopsided grin, Peter Frampton with his dark looks and long, curly
hair, and the young, blond California singer Leif Garrett, who gave them
erections as he strummed his guitar and sang "Surfin' USA".
As they sang, the band stripped off their shirt jackets, slipped
off their shoes, and unbuttoned and seductively and teasingly slipped off
their shirts, revealing smooth, compact pecs, Drew at a
hundred-and-forty-eight pounds being the thinnest and having rib lines and
Jeff Timmons having the largest and most prominent breasts. That Drew and
Nick were brothers was evident from their sculptured upper torsos and from
their large salmon-coloured nipples, besides the identical black band
tattooed around their right biceps, which they had gotten together. In
addition, Nick had the 98 Degree logo in the middle of a sun burst on his
upper right arm. With grins, the boys slowly unbuttoned, unzipped, and
turning their backs, lowered their trousers in time to the music, to the
appreciative hoots of the audience of eight. Even the straight men had
gotten caught up in the excitement of the strip act.
Tonight is the night I wanna dance with you
My heart is beating faster than I want it to
'Cause the music is right and the groove starts to move
Can I find a way to get down with you?
Turning around, all four displayed nice sized packages in their
underwear, Jeff and Nick wearing blue-green and red-brown plaid Joe boxers
respectively, and Drew and Justin wearing white Tommy Helfiger briefs. As
they gyrated and twisted seductively as they would before an all female
audience, the men whooped and stuffed their underwear with bills. Several
were tempted to grab a sample, but these were no cheap strippers, this was
Ninety-eight Degrees! Had they been strippers in a gay bar, it would have
been a different story. Jeff was in the lead at first as the band member
having received the most money to strip, the four band members keeping very
close count for the next part of their agreement, but he was eventually
passed by Drew, who in turn was passed by Justin. With two presidents of
their own company, two vice-presidents, an internationally known lawyer,
and all the others highly successful in their fields, they easily put up
over a thousand dollars either as bills or slips of paper with IOU's
written on them.
In the end all four band members were within fifty dollars of each
other, and the eight men began to match and raise each other to decide
which singer would strip all the way, adding to the excitement of the
evening. Even the four band members were encouraging the men, to donate
money for anyone except themselves of course. Twenty-eight-year-old Nick
Lachey finally was declared the winner, by which time fifteen hundred
dollars had been raised for the band to match, not a bad sum considering
the fundraiser had been impromptu.
With his spiked brown hair, blue eyes, black star burst tattoo and
tattooed band on his right arm, and muscular body, the five-foot-ten jock
and musician, who had interrupted a career in sports medicine at Miami
University in Ohio to join his high school friend, Jeff Timmons, in LA to
form a vocal group, was a sexy hunk. He now slipped his hands under the
waist band of his boxers and began to push them down in time to the music,
using his memory of movies of strippers as his guide as he turned and
revealed his perfect melons to the appreciative audience. He had no idea
how tempting exposing his backside was for Rowland, James and Barry, and
particularly Jeffrey who always had a fondness for a nice, compact, smooth
butt. Nick slowly bent over and stepped out of his boxers, to the hoots
and applause of his audience, and then, continuing to sway to the music and
wearing only his headphones, he turned to face the eight members of the
stag party, his impressive member and low-hung ball sack swaying in time
with the song.
I look into your eyes and my world starts to shake
Intoxicating me with every move you make
Come and get down with your favourite tune
I feel the need to get with you soon.
The men hooted and clapped their appreciation, and began to call on
the others, encouraging them to strip also. The three hesitated, and
deciding why not considering the amount of money that had been donated and
that Nick had already dropped his underwear, one by one they pushed down
their underwear also, revealing that they all had nothing to be ashamed of.
Surprisingly, they did not feel embarrassed. It was all for fun after all,
and for a good charity. Feeling daring, Nick danced over to James, and
pulling him up to his feet, lead him over to the band where they pressed up
against the guest of honour and broke into their next song,
I tell you over and over, baby
That you don't know how you make me feel
I wanna know if it's alright
If I let you know what's the deal.
With a grin on his face, Nick began to unbutton James's shirt, and catching
on, the rest of the band joined in, pulling up his shirt, unzipping his
pants and pushing them down. James's brothers and friends clapped and
hooted their approval.
Oh I, oh I, oh I wanna love you
I wanna love you in a very real way
Oh I, oh I, oh I wanna love you.
James stepped out of his trousers, and all four band members began to push
down his boxers to the laughter and hooting of his brothers and friends.
The band members did not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment for what
they had done. They were, after all, simply engaging in what would be
considered a frat house antic.
I wanna know what you like
I wanna make you feel alright
I wanna feel the way that lovers do
I wanna make sweet love to you.
Naked now along with the band, James decided he was not going to be
the only member of the audience naked. As the band continued to sing, he
reached out and grabbed Barry by the hand and drew him up before the others
and began to strip him, calling on Cody to come and help. Recalling their
roughhousing as kids, Cody got to his feet and quickly began to help his
younger brother debag Barry, who at the same time began to unbutton his
older brother's shirt. James and Rowland were becoming aroused, their
dicks still flaccid but much larger than they were in their normal state,
and the other Brewster brothers, accustomed to such shenanigans from their
youth, recalled those carefree times and felt their dicks begin to swell
also.
Seeing James and Cody stripping Barry and Barry unbuttoning and
removing Cody's shirt to reveal his hairy chest had a strange effect on the
boys of the band, and on David and James's two straight friends. Seeing
the obviously masculine, forty-five-year-old man, who having seven children
had to be straight, being stripped and in turn stripping his older brother
was, to their surprise, a turn on, but even more of a turn on, and a shock,
to them and to Barry's brothers, was to find he was wearing nipple rings,
and, attached to them a fine silver chain that headed south and disappeared
under the band of his Stanfields, the chain being a father's day gift from
his three sons given to him early for the weekend. James and Cody eagerly
pushed down their brother's underwear to see where the chain went,
revealing his foreskin ring. Barry's brothers and Roland felt their dicks
begin to swell at the sight of Barry's massive, semierect sausage being
held upright along his belly by the ring and chain. The sight of a
straight man with his impressive dick connected to his nipples was just too
much for the rest also. To their amazement, they felt their dicks also
begin to rise. In their confusion, they did not know what to do.
James and Barry soon had Cody stripped, and the three brothers, now
naked along with the band, had no intention of stopping there. To the
music and lyrics of "Don't Stop the Love", they pulled up their
brother-in-law and James's friends, and began to similarly strip them. A
confirmed bachelor, Cody had not had any relationships with either sex
after his brothers had grown up and headed off to college, and with his
active physical life, he didn't even use his hand to satisfy himself that
often. Sexually active and bi as a teenager, Jeffrey had not had any sex
with a man since leaving high school, and upon marriage, he'd had sex with
only his wife. The two men, along with Rowland, were now finding
themselves becoming more and more aroused. To an even greater surprise and
to their consternation, Keith, David and Steven, and the four members of
the band were similarly finding themselves getting excited as trousers were
lowered and underwear pushed down.
Blaming the beer and the impromptu strip act, and that it was a
stag party, each justified to himself the reason for his growing sexual
arousal. James, Barry, Cory, and Jeffrey, not having any concerns nor
needs for rationalization, began to brush up against the band members, and
Rowland quickly joined in on the fun. The band, and the straight men could
not help but notice the brothers' huge dicks were beginning to rise up, and
they could not hide the swelling of their own dicks. Telling themselves it
was because seeing a man getting an erection was contagious, and that it
had no bearing on their masculinity, they gave in and allowed it to happen.
As the band began "Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche), the four brothers
and Rowland began to caress the naked band members and their three straight
companions.
Your lips keep tellin' me you want me
Hold me close all through the night
And I know
Deep inside you need me
And no one else can make it right
Don't you try to hide your secrets
I can see it in your eyes
You said the words without speaking
Now I'm gonna make you mine.
Hands caressed chests and buttocks, and both brother and
non-kinsman, straight and gay, eventually reached for Barry's nip rings and
foreskin ring, and as his member became firm, so did theirs. Fingers
traced the 98 tattooed on Jeff's right biceps, and the Japanese lettering
on his left chest which he said were the words for "heaven" and "good
luck". The straight men could not deny the orgy of groping and being
groped was getting them hot, and they told themselves it was because the
stripping and groping were raunchy and men were turned on by raunch
especially if their testosterone levels were high, and being all macho men
their levels were, or it was because they hadn't had sex yet that day, or
because the situation reminded them of their boyhood explorations and
experimentation, or it was because of the influence of the music. None
accepted the simple fact that each was getting turned on by the nudity and
the sexuality of a dozen naked, horny men touching each other and becoming
erect.
Give me just one night
Una noche
A moment to be by your side
Give me just one night
Una noche
I'll give you the time of your life
The time of your life.
Hands were now on butts, caressing cracks, finding anuses,
fingering, feeling, caressing. Hands found their way to sensitive, hairy
balls and tugged on the loose skin and rolled them and caressed them.
Hands wrapped about swelling dicks, and feeling them swelling, their own
dicks swelled that much faster in the hand grasping them. It was warm in
the small room, and their physical activity made it even warmer. Arm pits
grew damp with sweat, as did ass cracks and ball sacks. Hands caressed
hot, smooth, perspiring flesh and fingers entwined in thick, curly hair,
chest, pubic, and back, and the men delighted in their touching and being
touched. Hands grasped erect organs and stroked them, and the men recalled
their boyhoods and delightful hours stroking their own, alone and with
their best buddies, and for many of them, other delightful hours stroking
and being stroked by others.
Your eyes of passion make me crazy
Your existence makes me wild
I wanna loosen up your feelings
And see what's hiding inside.
Dropping to his knees before Nick Lachey, James slipped his fingers
about the base of the twenty-eight-year-old singer's swollen cock and
slipped his lips over the knob. He sucked on it gently, knowing the man
would be ready to come after all the caressing and not wanting to bring him
off prematurely. His mouth filled with saliva and he basted the knob of
the singer's cock with it and then swallowed the dick-flavoured spittle.
He shivered with delight.
He was actually sucking Nick Lachey's cock! Nick shivered with delight
also. He could not believe how pleasant it felt to have a hot, moist mouth
enveloping his knob and how hot it was to have a man sucking his cock. As
his dick throbbed with arousal and tingles of arousal danced about the rim
of his knob, he could not deny the sexual pleasure James was bringing him.
It was a fag act, but it felt far better than jerking off, which was his
usual form of relief when on the road touring, and almost as good as
fucking cunt, which was his preferred but less frequent method of getting
off. It was a fag act, but not being the one who was doing the sucking, it
was not he who was the fag. So he rationalized what was happening and the
pleasure he was feeling.
Barry snuggled up behind Nick and slipping his arms about him, he
caressed the singer's firm, muscular biceps, delighting in the feel of his
smooth, perspiring chest. He nibbled and kissed the sun tattoo, and
tweaked the singer's large nipples, causing him to squirm as they became
hard. His cock, fully erect, brushed against the handsome tenor's smooth
backside.
Shuffling a bit back and bending his knees, he pressed his body forward
as he straightened up, thereby slipping his thick dickhead up along Nick's
sweaty crack. Nick squirmed with arousal and with discomfort. Having his
cock sucked and his nipples tweaked were arousing, but feeling a man's hot,
hard cock slipping along his ass crack was a much different matter. If the
man was thinking of doing what Nick figured he was planning on doing, he
could forget that. Getting his cock sucked by the guy's brother was one
thing, but there was no way he was going to be fucked.
He was no fag.
He felt Barry's hard, hot knob reach his butthole, and he felt it
press against the opening as Barry continued to press forward. Nick had
seen the man's monster cock, the largest of the four brothers, and there
was no way he was going to be able to stick it up his ass. He wondered if
even a fag could accommodate a cock that size, never mind a straight man.
As Barry continued to press forward, his dick head ever so slowly began to
stretch open Nick's sphincter, and the twenty-eight-year-old singer
grimaced with the pain. He was about to object to what Barry intended on
doing when Barry tweaked his nipples once again, and as he jerked with the
sharp thrill that shot through his irritated teat, he felt the stiff
dickhead wedge more firmly in his butt. Barry once again caressed his
swollen nipples, and once again he jerked with the combination of pleasure
and pain and Barry's cock inched a bit further into his rectum. Nick
opened his mouth to protest, and Barry pushed forward with determination,
stretching apart the virgin orifice a bit more. As pain shot through his
stretched anus, Barry once again tweaked his nipples and he leaned forward
and pushed back with his hips in response, causing Barry's dick to slip
into his anus still a bit further.
Nick had to protest. If the man went any further, he was going to
seriously injure him with his huge dick. Besides, if he went much further,
there would no longer be a reason to object. His nipples were tweaked
still another time, and as he squirmed with the arousal piercing his chest
and threw back his head, he felt Barry's dickhead slip past his straining
sphincter. The man was in his ass. He had to stop him, but how could he
deny him the pleasure of sticking him up the ass when the man's younger
brother was on his knees sucking his cock? He could not very well engage
in the one act with one brother and deny the other brother his pleasure.
Having met and overcome the greatest obstacle, Barry's dickhead continued
its forward drive now with no resistance as Nick debated what to do. The
singer squirmed with the burning stimulation of his anus, and the knowledge
that the man's long, thick member was penetrating him. It was too late to
object.
Nick's younger brother, Drew, was standing next to him and finding
himself in the same predicament. David, having seen his brother-in-law
drop to his knees and begin sucking Nick, gave in to temptation and
curiosity, and dropping to his knees beside James, he wrapped his fingers
around Nick's younger brother's dick and cautiously slipped his lips over
the twenty-five- year-old's cock. To his surprise, and relief, it did not
have an unpleasant taste and he found his saliva beginning to fill his
mouth. Jeffrey Brewster, meanwhile, could not resist the smooth bubble
butt of the youngest band member, and like his older brother, he snuggled
up behind him and slipped his arms about him as his stiff dick pressed
against his backside.
Drew, like his brother, was surprised how erotic getting a blow job
from another man was. He was even more surprised when he saw Barry sink
his monster cock up his brother's ass and his brother made no objection.
He knew his brother was no fag. So, when Jeffrey slipped his cock up along
his ass crack, Drew found himself in the position of not really wanting to
be fucked, but not wanting to seem like some prissy wimp who was too pure
to engage in a bit of raunch with the guys, which was the only reason he
could find for his brother having allowed his ass to be penetrated. As he
struggled with his feelings he felt the hard, hot cock slowly wedge open
his anus and slip inside, and he felt a strange combination of disgust,
humiliation and a perverse pleasure. There was no denying that having his
ass penetrated by another man's cock was erotic, and that his asshole was
throbbing and tingling with arousal and pleasure, which added to his
humiliation and confusion. What sort of man was he to enjoy having his ass
fucked by another man?
Jeff Timmons was asking himself the same question about the Lachey
brothers. He thought he'd gotten to know the two brothers over the past
four years, but he evidently didn't know them as well has he'd thought.
Getting their cocks sucked was surprising enough but understandable under
the circumstances, but to not just stand there and allow a man to stick his
dick up their asses, but to help him do it, which is how it looked, was
unbelievable. He knew the two dated women, but he had to wonder now if
those dates had just been covers and if the two brothers were in reality
closet queers. It was the only explanation. Gooseflesh formed on his arms
and legs as he stood there naked and exposed and wondered what thoughts the
two brothers might have had concerning him those hundreds of times that
they'd stripped down to their underwear to change for performances, or when
they'd stripped down for bed in the many hotel rooms the four of them had
shared on tour, or had stripped off their swim suits in front of each other
after swimming in the hotel pool.
James reached over and slipping his fingers about his
brother-in-law's dick, he began to jack him off. David hesitated for a
moment, and then reached over for his brother-in-law's stiff member. He
was already sucking cock, so engaging in a mutual jerk off with his wife's
brother was not that perverted. He jerked himself off on occasion when he
was horny and his wife was not in the mood, and at the moment his cock was
aching for some attention, so why not?
Keith knew from their conversation that Barry, David and Jeffrey
were happily married men with children. There could only be one reason
that they were engaging in gay sex, and that was because they were so horny
they had to get their nuts off. He'd heard a saying once that when a man
got an erection he thought with his cock, not with his head. Of course
he'd associated that with having sex with women up until that moment, but
it made sense that if a man was truly a macho man, his hormones would drive
him to have any type of sex in order to satisfy his drive. For him to
stand there and do nothing while it was evident from his projecting
erection that he was horny would mean that he was less of a man than those
already doing something about their desires. Nobody was approaching him,
and off the choices he had to get another man off, he'd rather suck cock
than get his ass fucked. Rather than be the last man selected when
choosing teams, he stepped over to Jeff Timmons, and slipping his arms
about him, he eased him down to the floor and quickly lay down in the
reverse direction. Before he lost his courage, he bend his head and
slipped his mouth over the man's stiff dick, praying he'd be able to do
this.
Cory immediately stepped over to them and dropped down to the floor
behind the twenty- nine-year-old singer. Spreading apart his ass cheeks,
he squirmed forward so his dickhead was pressed against Jeff's asshole. As
he pressed forward, wedging his cock in the man's opening, he grasped
Jeff's hips for support. Jeff lay there confused and undecided what he
should do about what was happening. He had no desire to engage in any type
of sex with another man, and wanted to speak up and tell the two men who
had chosen him to get lost. He was no fag, and he was not into fag sex.
Still he was a man, and he was horny as hell, and feeling the hot, moist
mouth sucking on his throbbing, aching dick was erotic. Even feeling
Cory's long, thick prick slowly penetrating him was erotic in its own way.
Of all the men there, the hairy outfitter and guide was the most macho, so
for him to be driven to stick his dick up another man's ass he had to be
driven by pure animal lust. Pure animal lust Jeff could accept as a reason
as he reached up and grasped Keith's cock wagging before his eyes. There
was no way he was going to suck it, but the least he could do was jerk the
guy off considering the forty-six-year-old lawyer was giving him a blow
job.
As Steven and Rowland approached him, Justin was feeling just as
confused as his fellow band mates. Seeing his good friend, his friend's
kid brother, and the leader of their group getting sucked and getting their
asses fucked, he anticipated that the two men approaching him had the same
intentions. Rowland came as no surprise to him, the man evidently being
gay from the comments that had been made throughout the evening. Steven,
on the other hand, was clearly a man who was playing the field, and from
the comments that had been made, playing it very successfully. For the oil
executive to be intending on having sex with him would indicate the man was
bi, but his three companions were engaging in sex with other men, and as
far as he knew they were as straight as he was.
With everyone else joined up in threesomes, he could hardly object
to doing something with the two men. If he did, he'd sound like some red
neck who was prejudiced against gays, which he was not, or like some wimp
who wasn't man enough to get his nuts off with the guys, which he was not
either. Nor was he gay, however, and he had no idea what he could do that
would be the lesser of the evils. As Roland slipped his arms about him and
guided him down to the floor and lay in the reverse direction, Justin
realized he wasn't being given any choice. As Rowland slipped his mouth
over his stiff cock, Justin reached up and grasped the real estate agent's
cock as he'd seen Jeff grab Keith's, and he inhaled deeply and worriedly as
Steven snuggled up behind him.
And so the two gay members of the group, James and Rowland, eagerly
sucked on the stiff, throbbing cocks of the two straight band members,
delighting in the knowledge that they were the first two men to mess with
their dicks, and determined that they would make this the best blow job the
two straight men would ever receive. They worked their lips up and down
the stiff members of the two men slowly as they gently sucked on them.
They paused frequently to allow the men to cool down, and they ran their
hot, moist tongues over their knobs periodically to keep the blood
throbbing through their dicks.
David and Keith, meanwhile, sucked cock for the first time,
comforted by the fact that the other man sucking dick was also straight,
and also had children, verifying that what they were doing was out of pure
lust and had nothing to do with their masculinity. David had to admit that
sucking cock was not all that unpleasant, and bringing the hunky and famous
Drew Lachey off was erotic as hell, but he had to wonder what his six and
five year old sons would think if they could see their dad sucking another
man's dick while he and a third man jerked each other off. Little did he
know that his four nephews had already introduced his two boys to the joys
of gay sex just over a year and a half ago. Keith similarly could not help
but wonder what his teenage daughter and son and his preteen boy and girl
would think of him if they ever found out their father had lay on the floor
and sucked a man's cock while the man jerked him off. He wondered what
they'd think if they knew that man was the famous Jeff Timmons, the leader
of 98 Degrees.
The three Brewster brothers, Barry, Jeffrey and Cory grabbed the
hips of their partners and eagerly thrust their hips to and fro, driving
their stiff, throbbing cocks in and out of the men's tight assholes. They
could not help but think back to the group orgies they and their brother
James had engaged in during their youth, a time that each of them fondly
remembered and still recalled on occasion when they engaged in some
solitary jerking. The tightness of the three men reminded them that they
were virgins, and the thought that they were the ones to deflower them, and
that the three men were not just hot hunks but known by thousands of fans,
gave them such a rush that they had to pause frequently to avoid
ejaculating too soon.
Steve was the sole novice, and he glanced at the three brothers to
be sure he was doing the right thing. He could not believe how hot it was
to see a man's dick easing in and out of another man's ass, and he could
believe even less how great it felt to have his cock buried deep up a man's
rectum. He'd had his share of pussy, and to his surprise there was no
comparison. A woman's twat and a man's ass were two totally different
organs, and fucking one was a totally different experience from fucking the
other. Most amazing of all, was that now that he knew what it was like,
he'd not hesitate to do it to a man again.
The four band members quivered and grunted as their virgin asses
were ploughed, and as their stiff, throbbing cocks were sucked. They could
not believe how erotic and how stimulating having one's cock sucked and
one's ass fucked was. Jeff and Justin worked their fists up and down the
stiff, aching cocks of the two men sucking them, and the two straight men
found to their surprise that they wanted to be sure to bring the men as
much pleasure as the men were bringing them. They were getting sucked and
fucked and they were jerking off two of the men with abandon and desire,
and they were shocked at how much pleasure they were getting out of it. It
had to be the result of the beer the men had been plying them with, or the
erotic nature of the evening, or because it had been a while since their
last piece of tail. There had to be a good reason for them to be doing
what they were doing, and for it to feel so good.
The room was hot and the dozen men began to perspire as their blood
pounded through their veins. Their cocks throbbed with desire and their
hairy balls slowly began to swell and draw up tight beneath their cocks.
Hips thrust forward and drew back faster and faster, driving stiff, aching
cocks in and out of tight assholes that throbbed and burned with pleasure.
Mouths sucked deeply on pulsating cockflesh as lips slid up and down the
aching organs, and fists pumped frantically on rock-hard, throbbing
peckers. Gone were any thoughts about what was gay and straight and what
others were thinking and doing. All that the twelve now gasping and
panting men were concerned about was the pleasure pulsating in their groins
and the growing pressure deep down in their balls that promised even
greater pleasure about to come.
The four men fucking ass began to jerk irregularly, thrusting deep
and drawing out until their dickheads were stretching open their partner's
anal sphincter, and then pumping their cocks in and out of the tight, moist
assholes with rapid short cycles half a dozen times before once again
plunging deep up the assholes of their partners. They grasped the smooth
hips of the four band members as with satisfied groans and gasps they began
to pump their seed deep up their rectums. The four band members quivered
as they felt their virgin asses being filled with hot cum, and as they felt
the stiff cocks throbbing up their asses their own cocks burned as their
seed gushed out of them and filled the mouths engulfing their knobs. As
their cum spurted into the eager mouths of the four men sucking them, the
four men quivered as their own balls contracted and their cum gushed up the
core of their dicks. Hot streamers of cum struck Drew and Nick and ran
down their thighs as David and James shot their loads. Jeff and Justin had
been unable to dodge the shot from the cannons they had been jerking, and
the two singers were rewarded for their jerking efforts by a spray of hot
cum from Keith and Rowland, their cum striking the two singers in the face
and chest as they quivered and groaned with pleasure.
Barry pressed his crotch against Nick's backside and his hairy
chest against the man's back as his cock throbbed pleasantly up the
twenty-eight-year-old's hot, tight ass, adding the hot singer to the
growing list of men he'd had sex with over the past two years.
Jeffrey similarly pressed his hot, perspiring body against the youngest
of the band members and Cory wrapped his hairy legs and arms about Jeff and
drew the hunky performer to him, the two brothers delighting in a pleasure
they had not engaged in since they had been horny teenagers engaging in
wild orgies with their other two brothers. James savoured the thick, tart
cream that had filled his mouth and delighted in the knowledge he'd just
sucked off one of his favourite singers, his cock still stiff and still
grasped by his brother-in-law. This was one hell of a stag party!
David, along with Keith, inhaled and exhaled deeply through their
noses and the fragrance of hot, sweaty crotches and swollen balls augmented
the unique taste and texture of cum clinging to their tongues and the
inside of their mouths, a unique experience for the two married, straight
men. Their cocks, still being held by another man's hand, glowed warmly
now the pressure deep in their groins had been relieved. They had just
engaged in their first gay sex, and the pleasure pulsating through their
bodies was delightful and disturbing. Rowland was feeling no such
confusion as he slipped his mouth off Justin's now softening dick and
savoured the flavour and texture of the singer's creamy load before
swallowing it. Justin was not the first straight man he'd sucked off, and
he delighted to have shown still another the joy of engaging in gay sex.
Steve was another man trying to sort out in his mind his feelings
as he eased his cock out of the hot moist asshole of the hunky blue-eyed
singer. He knew that the man he'd just fucked was as straight as he was,
and from the man's reactions, that he'd enjoyed what they'd just done just
as much also. He had enjoyed fucking the man's ass, and he had to admit
that it had felt just as good as fucking any woman's cunt. He had shot his
load with just as much desire and with just as much force, and he'd taken
just as much delight in pleasing his male partner as he'd taken in pleasing
any female. Having never considered sex with a man before, that was
perplexing, and it was disturbing.
The four band members were struggling with the same conflict. Each
had just gotten fucked, and sucked off, and until that evening, not one of
them had ever thought about engaging in sex with another man. Their
assholes had throbbed and burned with a pleasure they had never before
known and now felt strangely empty. Their dicks, now flaccid and wet with
spittle, had throbbed with pleasure no different from when they'd been
buried deep up a woman's cunt, and they had quivered and gasped with just
as much pleasure shooting their loads into another man's mouth as they had
shooting their cum up a woman's vagina.
The four threesomes disentangled and the twelve naked men lay on
the floor, each deep in thought. It had been wild and hot, a half hour of
lust driven thrusting, jerking, and sucking. The raw, animalistic nature
of their orgy gave a masculine flavour to what they had just done,
countering any impressions among the straight men that engaging in a gay
act was effeminate. In fact the warm, stuffy air in the small room had
taken on the fragrance of a locker room, and the twelve hot, perspiring
male bodies were pulsating with power and masculinity.
Finding himself face to face with Nick Lachey's smooth butt,
Jeffrey Brewster could not resist reaching out and caressing the smooth
cheeks. Drawing closer, he pulled the hot, five-foot- ten singer's cheeks
apart and ran his tongue up his sweaty crack to his recently fucked
asshole. Keith similarly found himself facing Jeff Timmons' backside, and
having experienced sucking cock for the first time, could not help but
wonder what fucking a man's ass might be like. Knowing that he'd never
have a better nor safer opportunity to find out, and his raging hormones
still coursing through his veins, he reached down and began to fiddle with
his limp but quickly responding dick with one hand as he stroked the
backside of the hot band leader. Feeling their backsides being licked and
caressed, Nick and Jeff, who were laying facing each other in opposite
directions, began to get aroused, and seeing each other's dicks beginning
to swell, and having already been fucked and sucked, gave in to temptation
and squirmed closer to each other.
James being in the same position with Justin Jeffre, the guest of
honour snuggled closer to the twenty-nine-year older singer and nibbled on
his hairy ball sack. He quivered as Justin responded and he felt the
singer's goatee brush against his thigh as the man stuck out his tongue and
ran it over his balls. Laying behind James, Rowland rolled over on his
side and pulling apart James's buttocks, ran his tongue up his crack.
Drew, being on the other side of the threesome, reached over and ran his
fingers over Justin's smooth ass. Having had his own ass fucked, and
Justin already having had his screwed, sticking his dick up his band mate's
butt was not that strange. As he thought about it, his dick began to swell
and he felt lust well up in his loins. He was, after all, a man.
Barry and David, laying side by side and seeing what was happening
on either side of them, reversed directions and the two brother-in-laws
reached for each other's dick. As he ran his tongue over David's limp but
swelling cock, Barry wondered what his sister would think about him sucking
her husband's cock. Little did he know that at that moment David was
wondering what his wife would think if she knew he was about to suck off
her brother. Both found the thought highly erotic. Debating if he should
fuck his brother's ass, or his brother-in-law's, Cory found it was not an
easy decision. He had many fond memories of fucking his brother, and the
idea of fucking his brother-in-law for the first time was as appealing as
those memories. He finally chose the latter, deciding that he'd have more
opportunities to do his brother in the future. Who knew if he'd ever be in
such a situation again with his brother-in-law? Steve, having now fucked
ass once and knowing how good it felt, had no reservations about fucking
Barry. He was after all a married man with seven children, and somehow,
fucking him seemed all the more erotic because he was a husband and father.
So the twelve men once again began to stroke and caress each other,
their testosterone levels still high and lust once more driving their
actions. It was not long before all twelve were once again sporting
erections. As Jeff and Nick went down on each other, the two band mates
and friends wondered what sort of relationship they'd have in the future,
having been fucked side by side, and now sucking each other's cock. As
they began to suck, each quivered as he was penetrated for a second time
that night, Jeffrey Brewster sinking his long, thick cock up Nick's rectum
and Keith sinking his cock up Jeff's ass. This time none of them had any
reservations about what they were doing and they sucked and fucked with
just as much zeal as any horny faggot.
James by this time was eagerly and hungrily sucking on Justin's
cock and Justin was discovering what giving head was like, having been the
recipient now of two blow jobs himself. He discovered that it was just as
erotic, and just as pleasant giving as it was receiving. He felt strange
being penetrated by his band mate Drew, but hearing the horny young stud
grunting and snorting as he inserted his pecker up his ass was a turnon and
he wondered if Drew made as much noise fucking a woman. James, meanwhile,
eagerly opened up his back door to Rowland, the two friends having known
each other's sexuality for sometime, but having never had sex together
until that moment. It was fitting, in a way, that they did on this, the
eve of his wedding. With his friend's cock now easing in and out of his
ass, James turned his attention back to Justin, delighted to be having sex
with still another member of his favourite band.
David and Barry had by then gone down on each other, and the two
men had been penetrated by Cory and Steve. As they sucked and worked their
lips up and down each other's throbbing cock, they constricted and relaxed
their anal sphincters as they were fucked, working with each other, and
with the men behind them. Barry could not believe this evening.
Everything had been perfect. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the
pleasure his sexy, swarthy-skinned brother-in-law was giving him as he
sucked on the thirty-five-year-old's dick. He constricted and relaxed his
anal ring as Steve fucked him, and he wondered if now that the oil
executive knew what it was like to have sex with a man, if he'd seek men on
his business trips oversees. David, meanwhile, sucked on his
brother-in-law's thick, nine-inch cock as his other brother-in-law rammed
his only slightly shorter cock in and out of his ass. This was one wild
stag party, one he was never going to forget. Nor was Steve as he engaged
in his second gay act of the evening, ramming his cock in and out of
Barry's ass as on the other side of the foursome Cory rammed his cock in
and out of David's butt.
Once again the room was filled with the sounds of hot, lustful
sex, of men thrusting their bodies against each other, of the schlucking of
stiff cocks up tight assholes and the slurping of saliva filled mouths
about throbbing cockflesh. The room was once again filled with fragrance
of sweaty balls and armpits as the twelve men twisted and jerked, and once
again the twelve men shot their loads. As Nick Lachey and Jeff Timmons
filled each other's mouth with hot, thick cum, they felt their asses being
filled with cum once again also. As Justin Jeffre shot his load into
James's mouth, his band mate Drew Lachey filled his backside with his cum,
and as James shot his load into Justin's mouth Rowland filled his ass.
David and Barry trembled with delight as they came in each others mouth,
and as they too felt hot cum spurting up their asses. This was a party
none of the men was going to forget.
The next morning the members of the stag party and the members of
Ninety-eight Degrees crawled out of bed with throbbing heads and parched
throats, and all with disbelief over what had happened the previous night.
For James it had been a dream come true. Not only had he had a personal
performance by his favourite band, but he'd engaged in an all-out randy
orgy with them. For the Brewster brothers, the evening of hot, sweaty sex
with each other and with the band and James's straight friends had reminded
them of the many hot times they'd had in their youth. For Rowland, it had
been the hottest stag party he'd ever been too, one he would recall many
times in the future. For Keith, Steven, David and the boys of the band, it
had been their first gay experience, an experience each of them would have
to come to terms with in his own way. One thing was certain, and that was
that they each had a whole new understanding about what it meant to lust
after another man. That, and the fact they had to admit they'd had one
hell of a wild evening.
Across town at the Marriot Hotel another group of relatives and
friends were recovering from their own party to commemorate the last free
evening of the other side of the wedding couple. Although not as erotic as
the party James's had been given, it had been, for them, just as enjoyable
and as memorable. The Carboni family had become widespread, and true to
their Latino heritage, gathering for the wedding had been cause for
drinking, eating and merrymaking until the wee hours of the morning.
There was a frenzy of activity at both the hotel and at the
Brewster household as everyone got ready for the wedding that afternoon,
looked after the last minute details, calmed last minute jitters, and
triple checked lists to be sure everything nothing had been forgotten.
With Brenda in charge, nobody need have worried. As she'd claimed in her
argument to James and Romano, she had plenty of experience in organizing
things, and this being such an extra special event, it was only logical
that she take charge. They had eventually given in to her persuasion, and
so it was that Friday morning that she and the boys took a quick trip down
to the hotel to make sure the reception room was ready.
"I really think it's cool that Uncle James and . . . and . . .
what do we call Mister Carboni?" Bobby asked.
"Why, Uncle too," Brenda replied.
"Cool. So Uncle James is Uncle One, and Mister Carboni is Uncle
Two."
"Uncle also, I meant," Brenda responded with a smile.
"Oh."
"Dough head," whispered Benny with a smile, to which Bobby gave him
the finger.
"Well, I think it's great that they are getting married on Fag
Day," Bobby continued, his brothers all giving him a curious look.
"That's Flag Day, honey," Brenda said with a smile.
"Flag Day?"
"Why did you think we made all those flags?" asked Brett. The boys
had spent hours cutting out small flags their father had printed off with
the colour printer at the office and gluing them on dowelling to make
centerpieces, each one having an American flag representing Romano's
citizenship and a Canadian flag representing James's, and a rainbow flag
representing of course their pride in being gay. Each also had a British
flag representing the ancestry of the Brewster clan, and an Italian flag
representing the ancestry of the Carboni family, and a few even had a
Somolian flag representing Romano's brother from the former Italian colony.
There was even a Scottish flag, insisted upon by Brent who felt his
mother's ancestry should be represented since she was responsible for the
family having this celebration.
"Oh," said Bobby. "Well, I'm glad it is Flag Day. I thought it
was sort of, you know, insulting to have a day called Fag Day anyway." His
three brothers rolled their eyes. "Well hey, it was an honest mistake,"
Bobby objected.
"You were an honest mistake," Benny whispered. "Dad told us so."
"Fuck you," said Bobby good naturedly.
"Fag Day, really," said Brett as he rolled his eyes, and they all
had to giggle.
"So, why are they getting married on Flag Day?" Bobby persisted.
"It's symbolic," explained Brent, who'd had it explained to him by
his Uncle since he'd had the same question. "Flag Day is a patriotic
holiday to commemorate the flag and what it stands for."
"Oh," responded Bobby, thinking back to a particular Independence
Day when their cousin Gordie had joined them from Scotland, and the special
flag-waving ceremony they had engaged in with him. That reminded him that
somewhere someone had made a promise that Gordie would return for a visit.
"You know the oath to the flag."
"Of course. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States
of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
"Well," explained Brent, "that is what this marriage is about, a
marriage that is recognized by God, indivisible, and in a land where there
is liberty and justice for all, no matter what their sexual orientation
is."
"Cool," said Bobby as they headed back to the car. Out of hearing
range of his mother, he asked Benny, who knew all answers to such things,
"what does the position they prefer when they have sex got to do with it?"
Benny looked at his kid brother, and then at the twins, and the
three rolled their eyes. "Later," he whispered.
"Kay."
They stopped next at the recreation centre to pick up the
decorations from the stag party, not just to give them something to do
while they waited for the wedding ceremony, but because the boys insisted
that since they'd helped put things up they should help take them down.
One thing they wanted to be sure they took down was the cam they'd hidden
in the corner with a bunch of balloons and which they'd planted to see just
what adults did in a stag party, and which they'd agreed to share with
their cousins from Connecticut. They and their cousins were going to be in
for a very big surprise when they got around to viewing what they'd
recorded.
At noon they were joined by their other cousins from Boston, who
immediately observed that fags should not be married, or as far as they
were concerned even exist, clearly spouting a belief they must have
overheard their parents discussing that morning. They looked down noses at
the suits the boys had changed into, observing with condolences that it
must be a burden to be so poor as to have to buy such tacky suits, adding
that they'd never be ushers for a fag wedding themselves, the twins and two
of Romano's teenage nephews having been chosen for the roles. Fortunately
at that moment the boys' grandparents stepped outside where the boys had
gathered and distracted them. The four Brewster brothers had spent part of
their summers with their grandparents when they'd lived in Alberta, and had
developed a close bond with them in those early years. If they had not
arrived at that opportune moment there would have bound to have been
fisticuffs. While the boys were occupied with their grandparents, their
Boston cousins slipped away for a smoke.
Finally two o'clock arrived and they headed down to Saint Alban's,
where Reverend Finney of the Evangelical Anglican Church in America would
be performing the wedding. While James's three brothers and his
brother-in-law and Romano's four brothers waited at the front of the
church, the processional began to the strains of Mozart's Marriage of
Figaro. Leading the procession was Romano's thirteen-year-old son
Giovanni, looking very smart in his dark brown suit and tie, ringing a
silver bell to call everyone to the service. He was followed by James's
six- year-old nephew Markey from Canada and Romano's five-year-old nephew
Angelo from Italy walking side by side and carrying velvet cushions with
the wedding rings. As James entered, escorted by his parents Nat and
Marie, both in their seventies, the music stopped and was replaced by a
soloist from the loft at the back of the church singing "Nobody Wants to Be
Lonely" by Ricky Martin, Romano's all time favourite song and singer.
Behind James followed Romano, escorted by his mother and father who had
flown in from Italy along with his two older brothers and two sisters.
Romano had been told only seconds before the ceremony about the soloist
flown in from Miami for the wedding and the reception, his favourite singer
himself, and he felt goose bumps form on his arms as he walked down the
aisle and the rich Latino voice filled the church. He and James wore
formal tuxedos with pale blue ties, cummerbunds and carnations.
"Dear Friends in Christ, we have come togther in the presence of
God to witness and bless the union of James and Romano in a lifelong
commitment of love," began Reverend Finney. "James and Romano are here to
bear witness to their love for each other and to their intention to embody
Christ's love in their relationship. Each has found the other to be a gift
of God in the midst of a broken world. We are now called to share in their
happiness and to witness this exchange of vows, because we believe God, who
is love and trust, sees into their hearts and accepts the offering they are
making. The joining of James and Romano in heart, body, and mind is
intended by God for their mutual joy, for the health and comfort given one
another in prosperity and adversity, and for the greater manifestation of
love in the lives of all whom they encounter. Therefore this commitment is
to be undertaken and affirmed seriously, reverently, deliberately and in
accordance with God's intention for us."
The parents of both men stated their support and blessing of the
marriage and then sat down. Bobby and his brothers began to fidget as the
minister continued. "Our first reading is from Samuel. "Jonathan made a
covenant with David because he loved him as himself. And Jonathan striped
off the robe that was on him and gave it to David, with his armour, his
sword and bow and belt." The boys glanced at each other and immediately
began to pay attention. "Jonathan then gave his weapons to his servant and
said, 'go and carry them to the town.' When the servant went off, David
rose from beside the hillock and fell with his face to the ground and bowed
three times. Then they kissed each other and shed many tears, until David
was satisfied."
"Wow," whispered Bobby. "It really says that in the Bible?"
"It must if he says so," Benny whispered back, resolving to read
the Bible first chance he got.
"And our second reading, from the Song of Songs," the minister
continued.
"Hark! My lover here he comes springing across the mountains, leaping
across the hills. My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here he
stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the
lattices. My lover speaks: he says to me, 'Arise, my beloved, my beautiful
one, and come!' O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret
recesses of the cliff, let me see you, let me hear your voice, for your
voice is sweet, and you are lovely."
"Fuck," whispered Bobby. "I didn't know that was in the Bible."
"Me neither," responded Benny, even more determined now to read the
Bible upon returning home.
"Shhh," whispered Brenda. "They are about to exchange their vows."
"And so we are gathered here to witness the declaring of vows and
intentions between these two before God, to witness their love for one
another and their desire for that love to last forever," concluded the
minister.
James took Romano's hand, and looking into his eyes, declared his
vow. "I, James Brewster, take you, Romano Carboni, to be my partner in
life. I will cherish our friendship and love today, tomorrow, and forever.
I will trust you and honour you. I will love you faithfully through the
best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. Whatever may come,
I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you
my life to keep. So help me God."
Continuing to stare into each other's eyes, Romano repeated the
same vow.
Brenda dabbed a tear in her eyes, and so did Brent.
"In ancient times monarchs would give their ring to one who
represented them, and upon seeing the monarch's ring all would know that a
special relationship existed. When Jesus spoke of the prodigal son, a ring
was placed on the son's finger when he responded to the faithful devotion
of his parents. Let us pray: bless O Lord these rings that as they are
given and as they are worn they may serve to remind us that love never
fails. As the circle of these rings knows no end, so may the love declared
this day never end. Amen."
"With this ring," James said, taking the first of the rings, "I
encircle you with my love. I present it as a symbol of my constant faith
and abiding love. With this ring I pledge my love to you and give you my
heart."
As Romano placed the second ring on James's finger, Brenda dabbed
her eyes again, as did both Brent and Brett.
"In discussing with James and Romano the proceedings for today,
both expressed not only their deep love for each other, but their love for
another special person in their lives, and he expressed his desire to be
included in their declaration of their intentions this day."
Stepping forward, Giovanni took a case from his pocket, and
opening it, took out a gold pin in the shape of an ankh. Stepping up to
Romano, he pinned it on his lapel. "Father, I offer you this ankh, the
symbol of life, physical and eternal, and as a symbol of my love for you, a
love that I feel in my heart and in my soul, and as a symbol of my joy for
you and my wish that you and James will enjoy happiness to the end of your
lives on earth, and for all eternity in the hereafter." >From the look on
the faces of both men, it was evident neither had known what he had
intended on doing or saying for his part of the ceremony and both men's
eyes were glistening. Taking the second pin from the case, he turned and
looked up at James. "Father, I offer you this ankh. . . ."
Brent and Brett were not the only two who reached for handkerchiefs
to blow their noses, and for whom the rest of the ceremony was a blur as
they thought about James, Romano and Giovanni and their love for each
other, and about the loves in their own lives, family and boyfriends.
"James and Romano, you have each chosen to be joined in marriage
today, and in my presence, and in the presence of your family and friends,
and in the presence of God you have exchanged vows and made promises.
Remember that your new nature reflects the true nature of God and Man,
separate in appearance, joined in spirit, eternal and loving. It is my
pleasure to now pronounce you partners for life. You may now exchange the
kiss of love and peace."
The two men kissed, perhaps overly long in the minds of some, and
then turning and wrapping their arms about Giovanni's shoulders, walked
back up the aisle with him between them, all three with tear-streaked
cheeks.
The reception was at the Marriott Hotel, commencing of course with
the reception line of the wedding party, and with the wedding party sitting
at the head of the room like any other wedding. After much debate, Brenda
had decided to go with a lavish Italian menu in honour of Romano's family,
beginning with Crostini di Fegatini, which Bobby found quite tasty and
complained should have been served on a whole slice of bread and not on
dainty little quarters until he found out the canapes were made of chicken
livers. The hot Crostini was followed by a second appetizer, Clams Casino,
clams in the shell topped with Parmesan cheese, parsley, garlic,
breadcrumbs and a slice of bacon, the appetisers reminding the Brewster
brothers of their recent trip to Bimini and their evening with their dad,
causing each to reach under the table to rearrange things, and to give
things a squeeze or two while they were at it. Following the Caesar's
salad was Acquacotta, a Tuscan mushroom soup served in bowls on top of
toasted bread. The fifth course, the main meal, was Linguine alla
Granseole, Crab Linguine in a garlic and tomato sauce, followed by Torta di
Albicocchi, an apricot cake with chopped almonds.
Following the six course meal, which of course had been
accompanied by wine for the adults and cider for the children, and with the
frequent clinking of glasses for the newly married partners to kiss,
everyone sat back and relaxed as they went through the usual toasts and
speeches. Both James's and Romano's fathers spoke in praise of their sons
and wishing the couple well. As Cody provided several humorous anecdotes
about James and presented the toast to him, his brothers all thought of
things they'd done together that they'd always cherish, as did Romano's
brothers when his oldest brother related some of the events in his past and
presented the toast to him. Rowland acted as master of ceremonies and kept
everyone entertained with jokes about the couple, and concluding with his
own best wishes, having known both of them over the past three years. The
official part of the evening concluded with Ricky Martin singing "The
Touch" to the couple.
Oh, it's the middle of the night
And I'm reaching out for you
In the darkness
I can feel your touch break through
When I look into your eyes
And your skin is against my skin
I will hold you till the sun comes
Crashing in
Where would I be now
Without the tenderness that
You possess.
After the cutting of the cake, James and Romano danced the first
dance together, and the second with their mothers, and the families visited
and began to mingle. Time slipped by and nobody noticed the newly married
couple slip away
"Happy?" Romano asked as he opened up the champagne, compliments of
the hotel. He and James had decided to rent a room at the hotel.
"Delirious," replied James.
"It was a great day."
"The best."
"The first of many."
"You bet."
The two men embraced and kissed, a long tender kiss. Although he
had shaved just after lunch, Romano's upper lip and cheeks already had a
dark shadow, which some would consider a curse and others a blessing of
having dark hair. They caressed each other's back, and ran their hands
over each other's buttocks as they kissed each other's cheeks, eyes, noses,
and necks, and nibbled on each other's ears. As their lips met James
slipped his tongue in Romano's mouth and explored it as he had done
hundreds of times over their seven-month courtship, and he shivered with
delight and with desire as he drew it back in his mouth and Romano's tongue
followed, slipping into his mouth and sliding over his tongue.
The touch . . . the touch that makes
Me strong
That keeps me holdin' on
I come to you when times are tough
Your love is just enough
to lift me up so high
There's nothin' I won't give
To be with you, to reach for you
I live . . . for the touch.
Removing each other's tuxedo jacket, they dropped them on the floor
and untied and similarly dropped to the hotel room carpet the pale blue
cummerbunds they had chosen to wear for their special day. They kissed
again, running each other's hands over each other's back, pulling their
shirts out of each other's pants, slipping their hands under each other's
shirt to caress each other's back. Untying each other's tie and
unbuttoning each other's shirt, they once again paused to kiss and caress,
pressing their hairy chests against each other, strawberry-blond hair
entwining with dark black. Hands now fumbled eagerly with each other's
belt, and excitedly drew down each other's fly. Their finely creased, silk
striped trousers dropped to the floor and they had to pause to awkwardly
remove their shoes and step out of their tangled trousers.
Sitting down on their wedding bed, the two men, now in only their
underwear and socks, once again drew each other close and kissed,
strawberry blond beard brushing against dark five o'clock shadow. James
caressed Romano's smooth, firm back as Romano ran his fingers through the
thick mat of strawberry blond hair covering James's chest. The two men
embraced as James slipped his tongue in Romano's mouth and explored the
hot, moist chamber, and Romano returned the deep French kiss. Their hands
slipped down each other's back and over their underwear to caress
sensitive, downy haired thighs. They lay back on the bed, arms wrapped
about each other and kissed still again, hairy legs wrapping around each
other. Romano's tight white briefs were tented out, as were James's pale
blue silk boxers.
The two men continued to kiss and caress, their toes hooking under
the elastic of each other's socks and playfully trying to remove them as
tongues duelled and slid over each other and hands lovingly caressed each
other's firm pecs. Giving up on the socks, they reached down and slipped
their hands under the elastic band of each other's underwear and slowly
eased the undergarments down, revealing their stiff, aching cocks and
low-hung balls. After seven months of dating, the two men gazed down for
the first time at each other's crotches, having sworn from the moment that
they had met that they would not engage in sex with each other, but rather
would explore their feelings for each other. Finding themselves deeply in
love, the found no need for sex to have a satisfying evening, and as time
progressed, they each agreed that they would not cheapen their relationship
by a physical relationship, but rather, would enrich it by waiting until
they had dedicated their lives to each other.
Now, after seven months, they reached down and caressed each
other's naked buttocks and gazed upon each other's manhood. James slipped
down and taking his beloved's erection in his hands, he kissed the tip and
reverently and gently caressed it, delighting in its smoothness and its
firmness, delighting in its strength and in its desire for him. His
fingertips gently caressed the dark, olive shaft and pulling back his
beloved's foreskin, he kissed the exposed knob gently. A clear droplet of
pre-cum oozed out of his slit, a sweet offering of one lover to the other,
and James flipped it up with his tongue and savoured it.
It was then Romano's turn to worship the wand that had risen
between his beloved's legs, and he slipped down on the bed and gently
caressed the low-hung sack and kissed it before planting gentle kisses up
the long, eight-inch shaft to the flanged mushroom-shaped knob. He too
worshipped the power and strength of that tube of flesh, and he too was
rewarded with a droplet of pre-cum. An hour of foreplay had gone by, and
the two men once again embraced and kissed, drawing their naked bodies
together, delighting in the other's touch and warmth.
Finding himself laying on his back with James above him, Romano
spread his legs and raised them. Kneeling between his legs, James quickly
greased his long, thick fuck pole with KY, and placing the tip of his knob
against Romano's pucker, he slowly pressed forward. Romano immediately
pushed out and relaxed, and despite the thickness of James's cock head, the
two men united with no difficulty. James bent forward and kissed his
beloved as he eased his cock up his ass, penetrating his rectum until all
eight inches were surrounded by his hot, moist flesh. James kissed the
Italian-American's coarse cheeks as he eased his cock back out, and he
nibbled on his beloved's ear lobes as he slowly sank his cock back up his
rectum. Slowly, gently, lovingly, he eased his cock in and out of his
lover's body, working slowly not for his own pleasure, but to prolong the
pleasure of his beloved for as long as he could.
Romano eagerly returned James's kisses as he lay there on his back,
delighting in the burning irritation of his stretched anus and the unique
pleasure of having his rectum stuffed. He slipped his arms about James and
caressed his back and his shoulders as his lover fucked him slowly and
lovingly, and as James eased his thick, throbbing erection in and out of
his body, Romano constricted and relaxed his sphincter in time with the
forward thrusts and the withdrawals. The two men worked together,
delighting in the pleasure of pulsating flesh, penile and rectal,
delighting in the throbbing and gradually building desire in their loins,
and delighting most of all in the pleasure they knew they were bringing the
other.
Gradually and slowly they let the pressure build up in their loins
until at last James shuddered and clasped Romano to him as he thrust his
cock deep up his ass and his seed spurted out of his throbbing cock. The
two men sighed and pecked at each other with the release, one delighting in
his orgasm and the other delighting in it just as much as if it were his
own. With heaving chests and closed eyes, they rolled over so that James
was on his back and Romano was straddling him. Sliding forward on James's
stiff fuck pole, Romano slid off it, and in the same motion raised his body
and knelt back down between James's legs as James at the same time spread
his legs and raised them.
Romano's aching, throbbing cock pressed against James's butthole,
and still flushed and breathing deeply from his climax, James relaxed and
pushed outward, eager to accept Romano's stiff organ. His cock, only
slightly shorter and slightly more slender than James's, was rigid with
desire, and James was hot. He looked up into Romano's dark brown eyes and
he smiled as his beloved pressed his hips forward, wedging his cock in his
hole and forcing the sphincter open. He pressed on relentlessly and James
pushed out, eager to accept him. Slowly James felt the hard, hot cock
entering him, and slowly Romano felt the hot, moist flesh of James's rectum
engulfing his organ. He pushed on to the hilt until his hairs were
tickling James's still swollen balls, and then he drew out, fucking his
lover just as his lover had moments ago fucked him.
Once again the two men closed their eyes and kissed each other on
the lips tenderly and in love. Once again they pecked at each other's
cheeks, the one with a closely cropped strawberry- blond beard, the other
with a coarse five o'clock shadow. Romano worked his cock in and out of
James's hole, and James constricted and relaxed his anus. The two men
quickly were brought back to that high they had just experienced, and this
time Romano was the one to quiver with the release of his seed as he shot
his hot cum up James's rectum. Again the two men quivered and gasped,
sharing the delight of orgasm. They kissed gently, fondly, until Romano
finally withdrew and lay down beside James and snuggled in his arms.
"Sorry we waited?" Romano asked softly, his head on James's chest.
"Waited to make this the most perfect night of my life?" asked
James, looking into his eyes dreamily. "Never."
The two men kissed and hands slipped along naked bodies, following
the natural curves south. It was late, but for them, it was not a night
for sleeping.
Across town in a three-bedroom bungalow with one-and-a-half baths
and attached garage, blue vinyl siding and white trim in a quiet crescent
in the suburbs, Benny, Bobby, Brent and Brett, naked and flushed with post
climatic bliss, lay back in their bunks and thought about their love for
each other, and about their best buddies and boyfriends, and about the love
they had seen and felt during the ceremony. It was great to be a guy.
The following day both families were invited over to the Brewster's
for the opening of the wedding gifts in the afternoon and to mingle and to
get to know each other. Catering this time to the Brewster tastes, the two
families were treated to Western cuisine, barbequed beef, homemade buns,
baked potatoes, garden salad, horse radish, baked beans in molasses, and
for desserts, an assortment of pies. Unbeknownst to the boys, their Boston
cousins were busy that afternoon spreading rumours among the girls who had
been obviously attracted to the twins and to Benny what with their good
looks and their manners, that the boys were fags. That they could not stay
for the evening did not disappoint the boys in the least, but before they
left, they pulled one more mean deed on their hosts.
"Boys, I need to see you," Brenda said, approaching the four boys
as they sat on the lawn along with their Connecticut and Canadian cousins
entertaining the triplets and their Aunt Tammy's twin girls. The boys knew
that tone of voice and the look in her eyes, and they followed her without
question into the house. "I needed a couple extra chairs so I went to your
room to get them," she said, once they were alone in the boys' bedroom.
The boys looked at her, waiting. "I found this," she said coldly, handing
them a piece of paper. On it was a crude cartoon of their uncle and
Romano. "Who drew it?"
"Well, certainly not me," responded Bobby. "I can draw a lot
better than that."
"It's not mine," Benny declared. "I know there's two g's in bug
ah, that is, well, I know that's not how that word is spelled."
Brenda looked at her two oldest boys. Brent and Brett looked at
each other. "We never drew it." Brenda's eyes darkened. The strain of
organising the wedding and the worries of satisfying both of the families
had been taxing, and her patience was thin, and the boys knew it. Besides,
this particular topic was a touchy one. The twins looked at each other
again and in response to Brett's raised eyebrow Brent nodded his head.
"Honest, Mom, we'd never do something like that," Brett said. "We're gay
ourselves."
"Brett! How could you?" Brenda responded with a sigh, her
disappointment and annoyance clear in the tone of her voice and the look on
her face.
"Ah, well," Brett replied, looking at his brother, for the one time
in his life at a loss of words. It wasn't as if he and Brent had made a
conscientious choice.
"How could you use your uncle's preference as a lame excuse like
that?"
"Oh. It's not an excuse. It's the truth."
"I can't believe you're saying that," Brenda responded. "A
person's sexual preference isn't something to be taken lightly, or used.
But then I can't believe any of you would draw something like this either."
"But we didn't," the four protested.
"We'll talk about this later. For now your allowance is cut off."
The boys knew better than to argue as their mother turned and
walked away.
"Maaaaannnn! What is going on?" asked Benny.
"Someone is screwing with us but good."
"But who?"
"Thomas J. and Ralph Lorne," the four chorused, needing no more
than ten seconds to come up with the answer.
"Oh maaaaan! And they've left." The four boys plopped down on the
bottom two bunks dejectedly. They were not accustomed to having others get
the best of them.
"Well, Mom will come to her senses once things calm down and she
thinks about it," observed Brett. "Same with the other things we've been
blamed for."
"Yeah," his brothers agreed, knowing their mother. She was strict,
but she was fair, and open-minded.
"Can you believe what just happened?" Brent asked incredulously.
"That our dumb stuck-up cousins bested us?" asked Benny.
"No. That Brett and me just came out to Mom and she didn't believe
us!"
"Oh yeah," his three brothers said with grins. That was funny in a
way, especially considering the discussions they'd had regarding when and
how they'd come out to their mother.
Trusting that things would work out, the boys headed back to their
guests. They had faith in their mother's judgement, and in the fairness of
the world. Besides, it was not their nature to worry about things. There
was too much fun to be had. Understandably James and Romero left early
that evening, and gradually one by one the families departed, most to get a
good night's sleep before travelling to their homes the next day, until
only the Brewster's grandparents, who were staying with them, and Giovanni,
who was spending the night with them while his two parents had their last
night alone, were left. A cot and sleeping bag had been set up in the
boys' room.
"It's been an awesome weekend," Brent observed, sitting down on his
bunk.
"Oh yeah," agreed Benny. "The best."
"It was a great wedding," Giovanni observed. "Everything went
perfectly."
"It sure did. You could see how much our uncle and your father
love each other."
"Your two fathers now," observed Bobby.
"How's that feel, having two fathers?"
"Great. Really. When I saw how depressed Dad was getting last
year, and how lonely, I didn't know what to do. Well, actually I did,"
Giovanni observed with a smile and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes. "I
put some ads in a gay personals web site, and in Orlando's talking
classifieds, which is where you can leave a voice message describing
yourself and what kind of man you'd like to meet."
"You didn't!"
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I knew Dad would never be interested
in dating a woman. He'd told me many times nobody would ever be able to
replace my mom. But I also knew he liked guys, from experiences when he
was a boy that I'd overheard him tell other guys about, and because he'd
clipped out the gay personals column from the newspaper. Dad couldn't
figure why he was suddenly getting these messages offering to meet up.
None of them worked out, and he finally figured out what I'd done and
removed the ads."
"Was he mad?"
"No. He understood why I did it," Giovanni responded. "Anyway,
when I saw he was interested in your uncle, I was delighted to find out
your uncle was gay that evening we met in the can. And when I saw how much
they enjoyed each other's company the next day at Disney World, I did
everything I could to get them together to do things. That wasn't hard.
They wanted to be together. So when they told me they were planning on
going to Palm Springs to get married, I never thought I could be happier.
I was wrong, I couldn't be happier than I am right now."
"And now they're going to be together for the rest of their lives,"
observed Benny.
"That's so wicked. That's what being gay is really about, two guys
loving each other, wanting to be together and to share their lives," Brent
said dreamily.
"For the health and comfort given one another in prosperity and
adversity," said Brett, sighing also.
"You mean being gay isn't about sucking cock and fucking ass?"
Bobby asked with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
"Well, it's that too," Brett said with a grin, and the five boys
laughed.
"You guys are so cool about this all," Giovanni said. "I mean
about gays and bi's and everything."
"Well, I guess we better be," Benny said, glancing at his three
brothers. Giovanni looked at the four of them curiously.
"We're gay," Brent said, "Brett and me." It was the second time
they'd come out that day! Actually, the more often they said it the easier
it was getting to be, and the better they were feeling about themselves.
"I thought you might be," Giovanni said, "from some of the things
you've said, and from the looks I've seen you give guys this weekend. I
don't know what I am for sure," he confessed. "I've had sex with guys, and
with a girl. I don't know if I like one or the other best, or if I'm bi or
what. I enjoyed both the same, to tell you the truth, but then I haven't
had that many experiences yet to know."
"You've had sex with girls?" Benny asked.
"Yeah," Giovanni responded. "Well, actually, with just one," he
said. "And with just two guys. So it's sortta hard to tell what I am from
just that."
"We've had sex with guys," Bobby said, "Benny and me."
"Well, then all five of us have that in common," Giovanni observed.
"That, and our uncle and your dad now."
"Yeah," Giovanni said with a smile.
"Oh! Hey! We forgot!" exclaimed Benny suddenly.
"Forgot what?" asked Bobby.
"Our gift!"
"Oh yeah!" exclaimed his three brothers.
Going over to his desk, he took a small box out of the drawer and
handed it to Giovanni.
"What is this?"
"A welcome gift."
"A welcome gift?"
Yeah, a welcome to the family gift."
"Cool, but you didn't have to buy me nothing. I mean, I didn't
get you guys nothing."
"We didn't have to. We just wanted to. You know, you being an
only child, and there being like seven of us. We just wanted to you know
we're glad you're part of our family now. And you didn't have to buy us
anything."
"Go ahead and open it."
"It was Benny's idea."
Giovanni opened the box and found a fine gold necklace with a blue
shield pendant. Looking at the shield more closely, he could see it was
divided into thirds by a white chevron, each third having a starfish, and
at the top of the shield was a leopard's head.
"That's the Brewster coat of arms," explained Brett.
"Cool," Giovanni responded, slipping it over his head. "But I'm
feeling guilty. I wish there was something I could give you."
"Well, there is," Bobby said.
"Name it."
"A blow job."
"Booobbyyyyyyy!" responded his three brothers.
"Well, he said he liked guys," Bobby objected, "and I don't want
him feeling guilty. Besides, he's hot as fuck."
"You are that," Benny agreed with a grin.
"So, what about the rest of you?" Giovanni asked. "You wanna do
something?"
"You don't have to mess around to pay us back for the gift," Benny
said. "I was just joking."
"It's not to pay you back."
"It isn't?"
"Course not. It's cuz I want to. You're all hot as fuck too," he
said with a grin. "Of course it's only if you want to. Actually I never
thought," he commented, speaking as the thoughts came to him and looking at
the twins, "but you probably have boyfriends."
"Well, yeah, we do, Brent and me," admitted Brett, "and Benny and
Bobby got a special buddy that they do stuff with, but it don't mean like
we're you know, going steady or committed to just them or anything."
"Though we don't love nobody else," Brent added. "Not like we
love them."
"Oh yeah," agreed Brett. "With anyone else it's just sex. With
Cam, and Billy," he said, glancing at his brother, "it is totally
different. It's special."
"That's cool," Giovanni observed, adding after a moment with a
grin, "so, you any good at it?"
"You can tell us," Bobby observed, and the four boys moved in.
Benny began to unbutton Giovanni's shirt and Bobby, of course,
zoomed in on his fly and drew it down. Brent and Brett, standing on either
side, drew his shirt out of his trousers and slipped it off his shoulders
and Benny and Bobby drew down his trousers and drew them off, along with
his shoes and socks. He was wearing white briefs which contrasted with his
dark olive complexion. His arms and legs were smooth, as of course was his
chest. Brent crouched down and kissed his left nipple while Brett did
likewise to his right. Benny caressed his smooth, compact butt and ran a
finger up his crack while Bobby caressed his smooth, sensitive thighs.
Giovanni began to unbutton Brent's shirt, and was quickly joined
by the sixteen-year-old's three brothers. Among the five of them, they
were soon all stark naked, the Brewsters, who had begun to develop summer
tans, still contrasting sharply with the darker skinned Latino. Brent was
wearing his nipple rings and his new foreskin ring, which he'd gotten at
the same time as his dad. Giovanni examined and gently tugged on each of
them with Brent's urging and assurance that it would be alright. He also
checked out Brent's tattoo on his upper left forearm, a symbol that looked
like a stylized four sitting in a crescent on its side, the symbol for the
God Hermes, which he explained was his patron saint. He and Billy had
gotten their forearms tattooed during Ostara shortly before the sun had
risen.
The boys began to caress and kiss each other in no particular
pattern, simply kissing whatever and whoever was before them at the moment,
and similarly with the caresses. Brett fastened his lips to Giovanni's
right teat and sucked on it, being quickly rewarded by the tiny dark bud
growing hard, and as he sucked on it more firmly and ran his tongue over
it, Giovanni squirmed with pleasure. Slipping an arm about Brent, the
precocious thirteen-year-old drew him close and kissed him, and when they
finally broke for a breath, he slipped his tongue in Brent's mouth, causing
the sixteen-year-old's already stiff cock to jerk. Giovanni had become
stiff too, and was sporting an impressive member for a thirteen-year-old
boy. Bobby immediately dropped to his knees and taking the olive-skinned
organ in his hand, began to lick it. Benny had meanwhile slipped around
behind their newest family member, and kneeling behind him, pulled apart
his cheeks and began to rim him, causing him to quiver and gasp with the
pleasure.
Hands caressed naked backs and smooth chests, causing nipples to
become hard and to burn with irritation. Fingers slipped along ass cracks
and fingered sensitive rosebuds, and other fingers wrapped about stiff
cocks and began to stroke them. Lips met and parted. Tongues licked firm,
burning teats and tender thighs, and lips kissed dickheads. Pre-cum flowed
freely and formed thin, sticky strands between dick heads and lips, between
finger tips and peeholes. Five boys formed a squirming, teeming mass they
sucked and licked dicks and teats and butts, gradually turning each other
on.
With the twins laying in the opposite direction to Giovanni, the
two sixteen-year-old blonds began to lick his five-inch dick, which was an
impressive length for a thirteen-year-old. With the twin cocks on either
side of him, Giovanni reached over and grasping one in each hand, drew the
two boys closer so that he was able to press their dickheads together and
lick both at the same time. Benny, meanwhile, raised Giovanni's legs and
hips so he could pull apart his cheeks and begin to rim his asshole while
his kid brother sucked on the smooth, low-hung, olive balls. Soon
Giovanni's and the twins' dicks were glistening with saliva and all five
boys were squirming with the pleasure of having a throbbing, aching
erection.
Shifting positions, the twins began to lick Giovanni's smooth
inner thighs as they snuggled up on either side and slid their stiff dicks
up along the sides of his chest. Tucking their dickheads in his armpits
with their silky new growth of hair, Giovanni clamped his arms tight to his
sides and the twins began to fuck his pits while they licked his thighs.
Bobby had meanwhile straddled the thirteen-year-old in the reverse
direction so his cock and balls were dangling above his face. As the horny
twelve-year-old went down on the stiff, jerking Italian-American's dick he
felt Giovanni's hot breath against his own gonads, and then his hot, moist
mouth envelop his dickhead. Benny had meanwhile lubricated his dick with
spittle and had slid it up Giovanni's raised butt and was slowly working
his stiff cock in and out of the boy's tight hole.
Breaths became laboured and blood began to throb through their
veins and their stiff cocks. The boys inhaled and exhaled deeply, sucking
in the air scented by five hot sweating boys and five pairs of sweating
balls. Cocks grew numb and balls slowly began to swell until at last the
pressure deep in their groins was released. Bobby quivered with his dry
orgasm and he worked his hips to and fro, furiously fucking Giovanni's
mouth in a desperate desire to cum. Benny grasped Giovanni's smooth,
upraised legs and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock up his new
cousin's rectum and filling it with his hot boy cum. Brent and Brett
quivered and gasped as they felt their cum gush out of their burning
dickheads to fill Giovanni's pits, their hot, juicy cum spraying his pits
and oozing down his sides. At the same time Giovanni thrust his hips
upward as he released his load, filling Bobby's mouth with his cum. As it
overflowed the twelve-year-old's mouth and flowed down the Italian-American
boy's dick, Brent and Brett eagerly lapped up the creamy streams. The boys
quivered and signed with their release and the scent of boy sweat was
accompanied by the nutty aroma of fresh cum.
"That was awesome," Giovanni said some time later, the five boys
having collapsed on the floor and snuggled up to each other.
"Yeah. And it was only the beginning cousin!" observed Benny.
As the boys cuddled closer together and reached for each other's
dicks, across the city at the Marriott, James and Romano were also
cuddling, in their case in the afterglow warmth of their third orgasm of
the night.
Oh, I wanna be the one you need
I need to be the one you see
I gotta justify the faith you have in me
You're the beauty in my life
You're the sun that lights my soul
You're the other half I need to make
Me whole
Who would I be now
Without the warmth you bring to
Everything.