Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:38:11 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Grandparents Day 1/3 (t/t t/b t/m b/m incest)
Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old
twins, who as loving grandsons, join their cousins, parents and
other relatives in celebrating Grandparents day with their
maternal
and paternal grandparents in Banff, Alberta, as only the Brewster
brothers can. 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
fortieth story in the Brewster boys special events and myths
series.
The Brewster brothers remind you to always play it safe. Condoms
past the expiry date are best put on the museum shelf than on your
pecker. Praise, unwanted heirlooms and story ideas for 2003 can
be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE GRANDPARENTS DAY 1/3
FRIDAY
"Fly? We're gonna fly to Calgary? In an aeroplane?" asked
Bobby, his hazel eyes growing wide with excitement. It was the
beginning of the Labour Day weekend and they were sitting at the
supper table discussing their upcoming plans.
"Of course in an aeroplane, how else did you think we were
going to fly?" asked his mother, sometimes totally bewildered by
the thinking of her fourth youngest son. Actually the entire
family
was often bewildered by the thinking of their fourth born
Brewster.
The twins momentarily thought about flying over the
Okanagan Valley in the arms of a genie, but their mother would
never believe that had really happened and their thoughts turned
to
the flight attendant they'd gotten to know during the flight to
Greece that summer as Bobby and Benny recalled their visit to the
cockpit. Their mother would never have believed those experiences
either. The memories of that flight and the fun they'd had in
Greece, and the anticipation of spending the next weekend with
their grandparents and relatives in Banff had the boys bouncing
with excitement and grinning happily for the rest of the day.
The week had not begun so pleasantly. Upon returning
home from Penticton following the Ironman Competition, they'd
found a stack of mail waiting for them, and in amongst the ton of
flyers and junk mail and the stacks of bills, was a plain brown
envelope addressed to Benny. Benny, in his innocence, opened it
up there in front of everyone to discover inside was the October
2002 issue of Blueboy. The handsome, dark-haired young man on
the cover clad only in a pair of bulging white briefs with the
name
Blueboy on the waistband caught everyone's eye before he was able
to slip it back in the envelope.
Giving him that "look", his mother held out her hand and
Benny reluctantly handed the magazine over to her. "Honestly,
Benny, I'm surprised you'd order filth like this." Brenda was
more
open minded than most women her age and figured in the world of
censorship what adults wanted to read was their business, but she
was a mother, and that her fourteen-year-old son would be
interested in a skin magazine was not something she was about to
accept. She'd never heard of Blueboy, but from the seductive pose
on the cover, there was no doubt that was what it was. She
herself
had a healthy attitude about sex, and she just hoped that her sons
would have a healthy attitude also and not think of sex as
something dirty or demeaning to others as was sometimes
portrayed in skin magazines.
"But I didn't order it."
"It has your name on the address label, and this address,"
she replied, looking at the label on the envelope.
"But I didn't order it. I'd never do something like that."
"Yeah, Benny's not that dumb," agreed Brent. "He'd never
use his real name."
"And he wouldn't open it up in front of everyone," added
Brett.
"Fu-, fu-, fu-sure," added Bobby.
As their mother looked from one to the other, the boys
realized their comments weren't exactly helping defend their
brother. They credited their lapse to the seductive smile of the
man
in the bulging underwear on the cover.
"Maybe it's not really filth like you thought," suggested
Bobby. "Maybe we should take it back out and look at it closer."
The twins were relieved when their mother turned to look at
Bobby, clearly not about to follow their kid brother's suggestion
but having momentarily been distracted from following up on their
own comments.
"Well, hey, it was just an idea," Bobby said with a shrug,
"what do I know? I'm just a little kid."
"Yeah, real little," agreed Benny with a suggestive smirk.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, he could not resist the
opening Bobby had left.
"For sure," agreed Brent, spreading apart his thumb and
first finger about two inches. Realizing his mother had caught
the
gesture, he froze there and began to turn a bright red. "Ah ."
His
face was so red it felt hot.
"That's the size of Bobby's brain," offered Brett, always
thinking fast on his feet.
"Yeah, good one ah, I mean, yeah, that's what I meant, the
size of his brain."
Bobby and Benny giggled at the twins' attempt to cover up
what Brent was really suggesting. Brett's comment was such a
good response Bobby didn't even give him the finger, which would
have been his usual response to such an insult about his brain.
"That isn't funny, and nor is this," Brenda said, waving the
magazine in front of them.
"But I didn't order it, honest," Benny insisted.
"Then why was it sent to you?"
"I can make a guess," offered Brett. The family looked at
him. "Bet the postmark is from Boston."
His mother checked it out. "It is."
"And I bet it's not printed in Boston."
"Want me to check?" asked Bobby helpfully.
"What are you saying?" Brenda asked, ignoring Bobby as
she looked at Brett.
"TJ and Ralph Lorne!" chorused his three brothers. "Doing
it to us again!"
"They've been getting us in trouble ever since the wedding"
"Why would they be doing that?"
The four boys looked at each other and shrugged. "They
just have," said Brent.
"Maybe they're jealous of us or something."
"That could be," Barry observed in support of his four boys.
That others would be jealous of her boys was not
unthinkable for Brenda either. They were handsome, intelligent,
outdoing, caring boys, boys that any mother would be proud of.
She listened as her four sons presented their case, starting with
their
cousins' derogatory comments the Saturday morning they'd come
to the house, comments that fags should not be allowed to marry or
even exist and that they'd never be ushers for a fag wedding.
Brenda was not surprised to hear that from what little she'd seen
of
the boys' parents. That they'd spread rumours that the twins and
Benny were gay was also not that difficult to believe. After the
attempts by leading citizens of their own community to squelch the
local scouting for all movement and the opposition to Crestview's
first Gay Pride Day, and after listening to Barry's brother's
tales of
discrimination and harassment, Brenda was well aware of the
attitude of many toward homosexuals.
The boys' explanation as to why they all suddenly had to
take a leak, and their suspicion that TJ and Ralph Lorne had
jammed the men's room door shut and then removed the jam while
nobody was looking was feasible. The two boys could have spiked
the breakfast fruit punch with diuretic, and they had been at the
hall
at that time. That they were the ones who'd put Epson Salts in
Grandmother Brewster's tea also made sense, especially if they
really had spiked the punch with diuretic. It was also not that
difficult to believe they had drawn the derogatory picture of
uncle
James and Uncle Romano given their attitude toward homosexuals
and the attitude of their parents.
"And who else would have left that message in the men's
room at the Sheraton for bl-, bl-, bl-, ahhh. . . ," stammered
Benny.
"Yeah, for blah, blah, blah," said Bobby, trying to help.
"Those calls weren't for air, were they?" Brenda observed.
The boys looked at each other and slowly shook their heads. "And
they were the ones who filled in your names and address on
coupons for all those free samples of feminine products." The
boys
nodded. "And to think I punished you boys for their pranks!"
Brenda said, aghast she'd done such a thing now that she put it
all
together. "To think I even suspected you of doing such wicked
things! How will you ever forgive me!"
"Hey, that's all right, Mom. You were under a lot of stress,
with the wedding and all the family here and everything. We knew
you'd never think we did those things under normal circumstances,
and once you had time to think about it you'd realize it wasn't
us,"
observed Brent, always the quickest to make Brownie points.
"Yeah, we understand," agreed his brothers, quick to
follow.
"I never did really believe that you boys would be so mean,
even while I was punishing you. I just couldn't think of another
reason for those things happening."
"Well, if you'd really like to make up for it, increasing our
allowance would be a good place to start," Bobby suggested with a
twinkle in his big hazel eyes.
"Well, I certainly will," Brenda said, "and pay you the
allowance I cut off."
"How about extending our curfews?" added Benny
hopefully.
"I don't think it would be unreasonable to extend it an hour
on Fridays and Saturdays," Brenda replied, glancing at her husband
for confirmation first.
"While you're at it, how about buying us a car?" asked
Brett hopefully.
"Well, now that one we'll have to think about," Brenda
responded, looking at her husband again. It was a topic she and
Barry had already been talking about now that the boys were going
into grade twelve.
"All right!"
"Let's go look for car sales on the net."
"A convertible would be great!"
"A red one."
"Oh yeah!"
"Can we be excused?"
"May we be excused?"
"Sure, you and dad gonna go look for car sales too?" Benny
asked with a grin.
"Most likely gonna go for a bit of tail," whispered Brent.
"What was that?" asked Brenda.
"Ah, I said most likely there's gonna be quite a bit of sales,"
Brent responded lamely. He was not as good at thinking on his
feet
as his twin brother.
Brenda smiled. "All right, you boys go, but we're making
no promises about a car."
"Thanks, Mom."
"One of us is going to have to phone your cousin George
about his two boys," Brenda observed, looking at Barry as the boys
raced for the door.
Brett came to a sudden stop and his three brothers crashed
into him. Disentangling himself from his brothers, he turned and
looked at his parents. "TJ and Ralph Lorne gonna be at the
celebration for Grandparents Day?"
"Yes, their parents are planning on being there."
"Then leave it to us. We'll fix them."
"Well, I don't know," Brenda responded, looking at her
husband. "What those boys have done needs punishing. Some
serious punishing."
"Their parents should know what they've done," Barry
added, supporting his wife.
"Remember, you guys always said adults shouldn't get
involved in kids' squabbles."
"This is a bit more than a squabble," observed Brenda.
"Please, Mom? We'll see that they apologize for what they
did and will never do that sort of thing again."
"Well, all right," she agreed. No mother could resist those
big, pleading eyes.
"You want us to throw that magazine in the garbage on our
way?" asked Bobby.
"Thanks, but I'll take care of that," Brenda replied. No
mother was that gullible.
So the boys raced off to check out cars, and then to begin
planning their revenge on their two cousins. It had been a
delightful way to spend the day. The rest of the week and the
long
weekend flew by quickly and the boys, decked out in their new
school clothes and with their new school haircuts, headed off to
school the following Tuesday.
For Bobby, it was great seeing all his friends again and
exchanging stories about their summer, though of course there
were some things he could not share about his, and others that if
he
did nobody would believe him. One of the highlights of his first
day
was learning that in his Grade Eight History class they were to
select an ancient culture and do a major term report on it. He
knew
what culture he was going to study, and he already had some great
first-hand information about it. Unlike the sanitized version
that
he'd learned back in Grade Five, his report would tell it as it
really
had been in Ancient Greece. His classmates deserved to know the
truth. They weren't little kids anymore. With the stuff he knew
and his authentic sources, his teacher would have to give him an A
for sure. Maybe they could work in pairs and Aaron could
illustrate
the report. Now that would definitely be worth an A!
Of course another highlight of his first day was hooking up
with his best buddy Aaron, whom he'd had little opportunity to see
over the summer, Aaron being on holiday when he was home and
vice versa. However, as Bobby observed to his brothers Tuesday
night, "abstinence makes the hard grow stronger" and when Brent
corrected him with the right version he simply replied that Brent
could have his sayings and he'd have his own. He also reported
happily that he and stopped over at Aaron's after school for a
quick
sixty-nine, and that Aaron's dick had grown a quarter of an inch
over the summer. He, like Bobby, hadn't gotten any hairs yet, and
wasn't able to cum, but they were both certain that it had to be
any
time. Even so, he reported that sucking each other off had been
sweet, a phrase Aaron had picked up over the summer and that was
becoming more and more common at school.
"And there's a new boy in three of my classes," Bobby
continued, describing his first day. "He is straight from China
and
his name is Wong Soeng-Jung. Wong is his last name and Jung is
his first name. He has to be the hottest looking boy in the whole
school, and maaaaannn, you should see his fucking eyes and smile.
He's got the sexiest eyes and smile I ever seen."
"Uh-oh, sounds like Aaron's got competition," teased
Benny.
"Oh no way. Aaron's my best pal. But that don't mean I
can't get it off with other guys too, or Aaron either for that
matter."
"You haven't even met the guy and you're talking about
getting in his pants?" asked Brent with a shake of his head and a
smile.
"Oh, we've met," replied Bobby.
"You have?"
"His locker's just down from mine. He was putting his stuff
away at noon when big fat Scott Hurd and his goon friends came
by. Scott bumped into Jung on purpose and knocked his books
flying and made a big joke about how he was so small he didn't see
him. Then when they was walking on down the hall one of his
dumb friends commented that they shouldn't allow "chinks" into
the country. Well, I went and helped him pick up his stuff, and
invited him to have lunch with Aaron and me."
"That was nice. It's tough being new in school. Remember
how rough we had it when we moved to Crestview Heights from
Edmonton?"
"Oh yeah," Brett's brothers all groaned.
"Of course being nice to Jung had nothing to do with
wanting to get in his pants," said Brent with a grin.
"Of course not," replied Bobby with an even wider grin.
Wong Soeng-Jung was going to be thirteen in October.
Standing at four-foot-seven inches and weighing just seventy
pounds, he was the smallest boy in Grade Eight, and smaller than
most of the grade seven boys. Being naturally shy and quiet, like
his older brothers and his parents, and having been in America for
less than a month, he'd found his first day at school particularly
terrifying. His highlight of his first day was being befriended
by the
spontaneous American boy with the devilish grin who was in three
of his classes and who had taken it upon himself to show him
around the school and explain the routines that the rest of the
students took for granted, and being invited to have lunch with
him
and his buddy.
"Well, there's lots of new kids in my classes," Benny
observed, Crestview Heights High School having three junior high
schools feeding into it. His first day, like Bobby's, had been
great
also. For one, like Bobby, he'd had little opportunity over the
summer to chum around with his best buddy, Justin, and he was
delighted that he and Justin were in some of the same classes
together. He had been excited about entering Grade Ten and being
in the same school as his two older brothers again, but he was a
bit
hesitant too. Despite his natural outgoing personality and "what-
me-worry?" attitude, it was frightening to be going to a new
school
three times the size of Crestview Junior High School, which had
become very familiar and comfortable. Based on his first day
impressions, his new classes, teachers and classmates were going
to
be great.
"There's this one kid in my phys ed class, Robbie. Oh man,
you should see his body! He's like five-foot-six and a hundred
and
twenty-five pounds, and every bit of it is muscle. He's into dirt
biking and rock climbing, and he's going to join the wrestling
club.
Fuck, I'd love to have a wrestling match with him. When he flexes
his arms you should see the way his biceps bulge out."
"Bet there was something else bulging out too," Bobby
observed with a leer as he glanced at his brother's crotch.
"Oh yeah," admitted Benny as he reached down and
squeezed the itching tube in his jeans. He's got these dark eyes
and
long sexy eyebrows, and this real shy smile, and he's a wicked
dresser. He had on this short-sleeved T with flames and black
jeans
today. Benny sighed, and his brothers glanced at each other
knowingly.
Like their two younger brothers, Brent and Brett had also
been looking forward to the return to school. Now in their
twelfth
and final year of school, the twins found their classmates had
changed over the summer. Now more subdued and serious, those
who were sincere about their education were thinking about getting
good grades, about scholarships, and about what they would be
doing after graduation. Also like their two younger brothers,
they'd been looking forward to seeing friends they'd not seen much
of over the summer, and especially their boyfriends.
Cam was, in Brett's eyes, even handsomer and sexier than
ever. Neither boy had yet come out, but those who knew them well
knew that the two boys were gay, and in love with each other. The
way they looked at each other during class and in the cafeteria,
it
was evident that they were lovers. For some they found that
romantic and were happy for the two teens. For others,
unfortunately the majority despite the area being up scale and
progressive, their love was something disgusting. One thing was
certain, when it came to homosexual love between teenage boys
there was nobody who didn't have an opinion.
Billy Hollis was one of those who didn't give a damn what
others thought. He never had, and if anything, his self
confidence
increased with each passing day. He arrived at school the first
day
with his eyebrows dyed a blood red and with his naturally dark
brown hair now curled and highlighted with the same colour.
About his neck was the hematite bead choker Brent had given him
as a token of his love last Ostara, the blood red stones matching
the
colour of his highlights, and the silver pentagram resting on his
naked chest. His purple silk shirt was several sizes too big and
the
top three buttons undone so that his pierced nipples were easily
seen. He'd chosen leather pants, so tight that you could see the
outline of his cock extending down his left thigh. He'd had a
very
interesting summer, having spent most of it travelling with his
parents and visiting craft covens around the country, and the rest
of
the time with his gothic friend Mordock. Brent was, of course,
eager to tell him of his experience on Mount Olympus, and Billy
was just as eager to share the knowledge he'd gained over the
summer with his beloved.
Billy was not the only one who had raised eyebrows and
who had students whispering about him in the hallways, cafeteria,
and student lounge, and staff talking about him in the staff room.
Two new grade twelve students were a striking pair of twins, James
and Max Decazale. They were striking boys, standing at six-foot-
three and weighting a hundred-and-forty pounds, with broad
shoulders and the slim waists and strong thighs of swimmers, a
sport that the two boys excelled in and had many trophies for.
Their hair was shoulder length, brown red with natural blond
streaks which was as unusual as it was attractive. Max's eyes
were
brown, the colour of the earth, and James's blue, the colour of
the
sky. Max was deaf, as revealed by the strange way he accented
some of his words, which some people had mistaken being a
European accent. There was something about the two boys that
immediately struck those who met them, something vague and
undefinable, something that told you they were different.
Their parents had the same air of mystery and darkness
about them. Both were new teachers at the high school, their
mother, from whom they had apparently inherited their good looks
and the red tint of their hair, taught chemistry, and their
father,
from whom they'd evidently inherited their height and swimmer
builds, taught history. They were, according to gossip in the
staff
room, excellent teachers, and although they were personable and
approachable, there was something different about them that
nobody could put their finger on. The family had moved into the
old Von Spiel House, a run down mansion on the edge of town
which had been vacant for the past fifty years and which was
rumoured to be haunted, one of the reasons it had remained unsold
all these years.
Whereas the two new twins were quiet and unassuming in
their manner and dress, another new grade twelve student by the
name of Ron Danson was loud, mouthy and demanding attention
the first day he'd shown up at the school. One rumour was that he
had moved to Crestview Heights from one of the inner city schools
upstate. Another was that he had been in Reform School the
previous year, and the reasons for his confinement ranged from
drug dealing to kidnapping and raping a classmate, and from
vandalism of his former school to threatening a teacher with a
knife
for starters, and those were only the rumours for the first week.
There was no question from his behaviour and his dress that he was
a mouthy, trouble-making punk. He wore a stone-washed denim
vest over a tight, black, wife-beater T-shirt with a red and
yellow
flames print and that revealed a bulging set of biceps and a
broad,
muscular chest. His baggy cargo pants sagged three-quarters of
the
way down his hips revealing plaid boxers of various shades of red.
The crotch was shredded and revealed more of his boxers, and
threatened to reveal more than that. He wore shiny city-dude
high-
healed cowboy boots draped with chains, which also hung from his
low-slung cargo pants. Most striking of all was his long,
luxuriant
scarlet hair, thick and flowing and extending three-quarters of
the
way down his back. It shone in the flourescent lights and bounced
as he walked. He immediately collected a following of punks and
admirers over the next three days, and he took an immediate
disliking for Brent and Brett whose hair was the closest in length
to
his.
"Hey, Brewster girl," he called as Brett headed for the
cafeteria to meet Cam the first Friday of school. Brett had seen
the
troublemaker in the hallways those first four days and continued
to
walk, hoping by ignoring him he'd also be ignored. "Hey, sissy
little girl, I'm talking to you!" he hollered as he quickened his
pace.
Ignoring the tyrant had been the wrong response. Brett's heart
fell
as he felt the bully's hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing
strutting down the hall like some big important man?" Brett
didn't
think he was strutting, but he knew better than to retort. At
five-
foot-eleven-and-a-half, Ron was three inches taller than he was,
and
at a hundred-and-fifty-eight pounds, the eighteen-year-old was
twenty pounds heavier.
"You are a man, aren't you?" Ron asked, to the amusement
of the group of his followers, some of whom, like Danny Maartens
and Conrad Blackwell, had reason to dislike Brett and his brother.
Brett did not respond. "With that long, fine blond hair you look
more like a girl. If you want to look like a man you need hair
like
mine." Ron jerked his head, causing his hair to swing in a wide
arc.
That he had a full head of gorgeous hair nobody could deny. As
Brett began to walk away Ron reached out and grabbed him by the
hair and spun him around. "And can't tell from those sissy cargo
pants you're wearing. You gotta wear something tight, or rip the
crotch out like I have to show your stuff."
"Maybe he don't have any stuff to show," someone
observed, causing them all to laugh.
Continuing to grasp Brett's hair with one hand, Ron
dropped the other and grabbed his crotch. Brett twisted, but
Ron's
grasp on his hair prevented him from being able to do much. "Don't
feel nothing," Ron observed to the amusement of his fans.
Twisting
Brett's long hair about his fist he pushed him down to his knees.
With his head at crotch level, Brett could not help seeing the
flashes
of Ron's hairy crotch through his shredded crotch and the fly of
his
boxers. What lurked inside was inviting despite the pain and
humiliation the bully was causing. "Hey, what you looking at?"
Ron suddenly barked, twisting Brett's head as he realized Brett
had
been staring at his crotch. "You a little pervert fag?"
Before Brett or anyone else could comment, Brent and Billy
rounded the corner of the corridor. Seeing his brother was in
difficulty, Brent ran toward him.
"You better watch it, Ron. Here comes his brother."
"Huh, I can handle both of these sissy boys with one hand,"
Ron replied as he looked up at the two approaching boys.
"Word is him and Billy Hollis are into witchcraft."
Ron released his hold on Brett, yanking out a fistful of hair
at the same time. He didn't believe the rumour for one moment,
but the goth dude could be packing a knife or something. Besides,
he'd made his impression, which was the whole point of the
confrontation. Looking down at Brett with a smirk, he continued
on down the hall. The twins and Billy heard Danny Maartens
making some snide comment about Brett being a fag and needed to
be taught a lesson, and they knew that the run-in with Ron Danson
was only the beginning.
As the boys boarded the aeroplane for Calgary later that
afternoon, they put thoughts of school aside and thought instead
about seeing their grandparents again, and about the revenge
they'd
planned for their two cousins from Boston.
"So who all is going to be at the party again?" asked Brent
as he tucked in the back of his shirt, the twins having just
finished
helping the male flight attendant deliver drinks and snacks and
straighten up the galley, and Bobby and Benny having just returned
from their tour of the cockpit with big happy smiles.
"Well, of course there is your Grandpa Nat and Gramma
Marie," Barry began. "All my brothers are going to be there,
Uncle
Jeffrey and Aunt Tracy with your cousins Trevor, Bobby and Brad,
Uncle Cory, and of course Uncle James and Uncle Romano with
your cousin Giovanni," he said, the family having taken to calling
James's lover Uncle and accepting his son as a cousin and nephew.
"And travelling up from Calgary for the weekend is of course my
sister Tammy and David with Josh and Markey and the twins
Corrine and Roseanne. My uncle Bill, your grandpa's brother, and
his wife Corrine will drop in for sure living in Banff, and
probably
their daughter Cori if she's not on tour."
"On tour?"
"Cori is a well-known singer and songwriter, and produces
her own radio show. She has several CD's out."
"Wow, cool. She have any kids?"
"No, Cori isn't married," Barry replied, glancing at his wife.
Benny was quick to notice the exchanged glances that signalled
that
there was something they were not being told.
"And, as you know, my cousin George and his wife will be
there with their daughter Brittany and of course TJ and Ralph."
"How come they're gonna be there? Grandpa's not their
grandpa."
"No. Their grandpa, Grandpa Nat's brother John, passed
away last year."
"So why are they coming to Grandpa's party?"
Barry and Brenda glanced at each other. "Well, Grandpa
Nat is cousin George's uncle," Barry explained.
"Huh?" said Bobby.
"He just wanted to come," Brenda responded.
The boys sensed there was more to this story than they were
being told, but decided why they were coming really wasn't that
important. They were just glad that they were because they had a
score to settle.
"That is the Brewster side of the family. Then there's your
mother's side," Barry continued, hoping to distract the boys from
asking any further questions. That his cousin George had his eye
on the Brewster family operations in Alberta and took every
opportunity he could to suck up in the hopes of getting his foot
in
the door was not something he wanted to discuss with his sons.
"Grandpa and Gramma Campbell really going to be in
Banff?" asked Brett, having fond memories of visits by his
grandparents from Scotland.
"Yes," Brenda replied with a smile. "They will be coming
with my sister Martha and my brother Malcolm." The boys had
met their aunt Martha, a spinster who lived with her parents and
who continually sent them gifts that were more appropriate for
kids
half their age. Malcolm was also unmarried, and they barely
remembered him other than his thick Scottish brogue and bushy
eyebrows. "And making their first trip to Canada will be my
brother Alex and his wife Edna, with their boys Douglas, Ross, the
twins Kirk and Alister, and the twins Emily and Janet."
"We'll never keep them all straight," observed Brent.
"Hope they're not all straight," whispered Benny, causing
his brothers to giggle.
"Though straight boys can be fun," Brent commented with a
whisper, thinking of their fun at the Ironman competition.
"Boys, what have you been told about whis ."
"Sorry, Mom," they chorused.
"Will Aunt Debra and Uncle Wayne be coming?" asked
Brent, referring to their mother's only sister who had left
Scotland
to live in the United States.
"No, unfortunately it is a busy time for them on their
ranch." Her sister had married Wayne Parker, a third generation
rancher who like his brother Daniel owned a large spread in the
Texas Hill Country, inherited in Wayne's case from a bachelor
uncle. There had been plans for them to spend a couple weeks with
their cousins on the ranch two summers ago but other things came
up, and they'd never found another opportunity.
"That's too bad," observed Benny. Their aunt and uncle
had one girl, the last born, and four boys all close to their age.
The
few times the two families had gotten together the boys had had a
great time, and although nothing intimate had happened, the
Brewster brothers had sensed that their cousins would not be
averse to messing around, and of course they'd hoped they might
have some time to do just that with some of their relatives on
this
weekend.
"There will be someone else you know there," said Brenda
with a smile.
"Yeah? Who?"
"Your cousin Gordie."
"Yeah?" the four boys responded, practically shouting.
"And his brothers Robbie and Ian."
"Gordie has brothers?"
"Yes. Actually it's because of his younger brother Robbie
that they're coming."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it seems like Robbie won this contest and the prize
was a two-night holiday in Banff, and four nights in any location
in
the United States for three."
"Why's that strange?"
"Well, Robbie is 15 and in high school, the same school
Gordie was in when he visited us. He doesn't remember entering
any contest, and of all the coincidences, it all just happened as
we
were planning the special grandparents party, which is perfect
timing. Gordie and his brothers are very close to Grandpa and
Grandma Campbell, having lived with them in Killean for a couple
years while his father was out of work a few years ago. But
adding
to the mystery is the fact that they can't seem to locate the
person
who sent them the letter with the money and tickets, a Sean
Morchella."
The boys glanced at each other in response to the two
names. Sean was finally delivering on his third promise!
"Wicked!" observed Benny.
"Fu-, fu-, fu-."
"Fu-sure," chorused the twins.
"It's going to be great seeing Gordie again, and meeting his
brothers. How old is Ian?"
Brenda thought for a moment. "Twelve. He'll be thirteen
next month.
"Oh man, I can't wait to meet them."
"Aye, now thit's fir shair," said Benny to the amusement of
his brothers and his parents. Settling back and thinking of
Gordie
and the fun they'd had during his visit, they each casually placed
one of the flight magazines from the back of the seat in front of
them in their laps and each slipped his right hand under it for
some
groping.
Before they knew it they had landed in Calgary and were
driving up the TransCanada highway to Banff. While they'd been
living in Edmonton the boys had spent a part of every summer with
their grandparents in Banff. As they approached the town they
became more and more excited, and when they pulled up to the
huge, imposing Brewster Mountain Lodge in the middle of town
they literally exploded out of the rental minivan. The next two
hours were a whirlwind of greetings, introductions, hugs and
kisses
as they met those who were already there and greeted those who
arrived after them. An entire section of the lodge had been
reserved for the family, which had not been a problem as it being
the second weekend of September and the weekend after the long
Labour Day Weekend, they were in the downswing of the tourist
season.
"Well, if it isn't the sissy Brewster brothers," observed TJ
sarcastically as he approached the four brothers in the main
lobby.
Of course he'd never have said such a thing had there been adults
around, or other cousins who might report his comments.
"Well, I guess you're not as dumb as we thought," retorted
Brett.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You actually recognized us," Brett responded, to the
amusement of his three brothers. That was not part of their
rehearsed script.
"Very funny. I'm just surprised they let you fags and fag-
lovers into the country."
"We used to live in Alberta, in case you didn't know,"
Benny retorted.
"At least now we know where you got your funny accents."
"As if you Bawston bowys don't speak funny," replied
Brett, mimicking their Boston drawls, again to the amusement of
his brothers. They loved their brother, and especially the way he
could think so fast on his feet. Of course he could think fast on
his
hands and knees and various other positions besides.
"So, you been getting any interesting phone calls?" asked
Ralph Lorne.
"Or any interesting mail?" asked TJ, he and his brother
exchanging glances and laughing at their idea of a joke.
"Hey, that reminds me, we better get going. We got an
appointment to keep," said Brent, kicking into their plan.
"To get your pretty long hair done?" asked TJ.
"Maybe they've arranged to meet some of those men who
phoned them in June," Ralph Lorne said with a leer, disappointed,
as was his brother, that their comments had not gotten a response
from the four brothers.
"Well, it is related," said Bobby, amazed how easily TJ and
Ralph Lorne had played right into their planned conversation.
"Com'on, let's go, Bobby," said Brett, pretending to be
ushering him away before he said anything more.
"By the way, you're in the Dorrington Suite, right?" asked
Bobby, twisting out of Brett's grasp.
"How'd you know that?"
"Lucky guess," said Bobby.
The Dorrington Suite was one of the three top suites at the
lodge, the Claude Brewster Suite being another and reserved for
their mother's brother Alexander and his family, and the Bud
Brewster Suite being the third and reserved for Grandpa and
Grandma Campbell. The only suite bigger was the Boss's Suite,
which had been set aside for Barry and Brenda, because they had
planned and organized the event, and because they had the largest
family at the family gathering. Grandpa Nat and Grandma Marie,
who had once operated the lodge, owned their own home in Banff.
"Com'on Bobby," Benny said in a stage whisper as he
grabbed his younger brother, "before you give everything away."
As they headed through the lobby for the door, Bobby kept
glancing behind him, as if he was trying not to be seen checking
if
the two cousins were following them. Of course the two brothers
exchanged glances, and as soon as the four Brewster boys were out
of sight, they quickly headed for the door also. The Brewster
boys'
plan was working perfectly. They walked quickly, being sure of
course that they did not lose their followers. They finally
spotted
who they were looking for, or rather, the type of individuals they
were looking for, two young, slender Japanese men about the
twins' height and dressed in black hooded sweaters and black
jeans.
Banff being a major Japanese tourist attraction, and in fact
having
Japanese signs on many of the businesses and having many
businesses owned by Japanese interests, it was not that difficult
to
find two men such as they were seeking. It was growing dark as
they moved into the shadows of one of the side streets with the
two
men.
"So that is the layout of the lodge," Brent said, waiting until
TJ and his brother had snuck up behind the garbage bin where
they'd purposefully stopped to give the two boys cover. "You guys
do sneak up on people in their sleep don't you?" he asked in a
stage
whisper.
"Of course," one of the two Japanese men answered.
"I thought you had some sort of code of honour or
something that said you couldn't attack unarmed people," observed
Bobby.
"Not at all," the man said with his oriental accent as he
shook his head. "You are thinking of the samurai. They follow
the
bushido, the warrior's code of honour, which they must follow at
all times. The ninja's only code is to do whatever it takes to
get the
job done. That gives the ninja a great advantage."
"So that's the Dorrington Suite, and just the two boys, not
their parents or sister. Understand?"
"We understand. Do not worry. We have provided this
service many times."
"Yeah, you've told us in your Email."
"So, you gonna use those star things you throw?" asked
Bobby.
"Shuriken?" responded one of the men. "We could, but
they are used more for self defence, or to discourage the enemy if
one is chased. A much better way would be to use the fukiya."
"Oh yeah, we'd like you to fukiya them!" Bobby said
brightly, a natural response though not part of the script. "What
is
that?"
"The fukiya is a blowgun. For them to die fast we would
poison the tips of the darts."
"We don't want them to die too fast," observed Brett.
"Oh yeah, they got to suffer a bit."
"A lot."
"Perhaps a nunchakus then."
"What's a nunchakus?"
"A chord or chain tied to two sticks. It can be used to
strangle the victim."
"Oh yeah, that would be cool," said Benny.
"You'll get your payment tomorrow, after it's done,"
observed Brett.
"But if we can find a private place right now, we can give
you a down payment," said Bobby wrapping an arm about the waist
of one of the men. His brothers glanced at each other and then at
their kid brother. That was not part of the script, but it was a
tempting thought.
TJ and his brother stared at each other, their eyes wide in
surprise and disbelief as the two men and their cousins headed up
the alley. By the time they came to their senses, the six had
disappeared.
For the next hour as TJ and Ralph Lorne tried to convince
their parents to immediately head back to Boston, or change
hotels,
or at least rooms, Brett and his brothers took the two men they'd
selected off the street on a private tour of Banff, the four boys
knowing the town well from their many visits, and gave them
directions on how to get to some of the best and less touristy
sites
in the park the next day, their payment to the two men for their
part
in the scam, which had gone off even better than the boys had
planned in that they'd only had a couple minutes to prompt the
men. By the time they finally arrived back at the Lodge, their
two
cousins were frantic, much to their delight. They joined the rest
of
the relatives who had gathered in the lobby lounge, which had been
set aside for them that night.
"So you really once owned this Lodge?" asked Giovanni,
his face reflecting his wonder as he sat on the floor before the
fireplace and looked up at his new father's father, which
technically
made him his grandfather even though they were not related by
blood. He was an impressive looking man, five-foot-eleven with a
shock of white hair, a grizzled white beard and thick dark brown
eyebrows above a pair of piercing, hazel eyes. Although recently
turned seventy-five, he still walked ram-rod straight, though
perhaps not with as quick a step as he once had and with a bit of
a
bowlegged gait, the result of many years in the saddle. His face
and
hands were weathered and decorated with liver spots, and an
obstinate kidney and a touch of arthritis reminded him of his age.
He was wearing a tan jacket with a blue and red Indian geometric
design and a white shirt for the occasion, but had refused to put
on
a tie. A wide leather belt and large ornate silver buckle held up
his
Wranglers, and his tan cowboy hat hung on the wall behind him.
"Yes, at one time," Nat Brewster said. "Brewster is now
wholly owned by the Viad Corporation, but the Brewster family is
still very much involved in the daily operation and the management
of all aspects of the lodge, besides other business interests here
in
Banff and the surrounding area."
"Tell us about how your grandpa helped settle this area,
Grandpa," urged Benny as he sat down beside Giovanni and
snuggled up against him. His three brothers gathered around them.
He, like his brothers, had heard the story many times, but never
tired of hearing it.
"Well," their grandfather began with a pleased smile as he
looked around at his children and grandchildren, and at his
daughter's relatives from Scotland, "it all began with my great-
grandfather who immigrated to Canada during the great potato
famine in Ireland in the mid 1860's."
"I thought we were descended from William Brewster who
came over on the Mayflower," observed Bobby, looking at his
brothers and then at his grandfather as he realized for the first
time
the contradiction between the story he'd often heard his
grandfather
tell and what he'd discovered almost three Thanksgivings ago.
"Actually," his grandfather said, looking up at the crest
above the fireplace, "the Brewster family can trace their
ancestors
back to Lanarkshire and other ancient territories of the Scottish
English Border Ridings between the eleventh and twelfth
centuries."
"That's the Brewster Crest we told you about," Benny said
proudly, pointing it out to Giovanni. "A blue shield with an
ermine
chevron between three starfish with a leopard's head on the
crest,"
he recited from memory. "What does Verite Soyez Ma Garde
mean again Grandpa?"
"Truth be my keeping," Nat Brewster replied.
"So what's that got to do with your great grandpa being
hungry for potatoes?" asked Bobby.
"Being hungry for potatoes?" asked Brent.
"Yeah. He was famished, remember?"
Brent rolled his eyes. "The potato famine was when the
crops failed in Ireland and the people were starving," he
explained.
"Oh. Well, I know Ancient Greek history better than
Ancient Irish," Bobby responded. "But I thought our ancestors
came to American on the Mayflower."
"They did," his grandfather explained. "From Lanarkshire
we can trace our family to William Brewster of Nottinghamshire,
whose son William immigrated with his wife Mary to New
Plymouth Colony. They had six children."
"Yeah, including Love and Wrestling Brewster," observed
Bobby.
"Right," his grandfather said, surprised but pleased that his
grandson was that familiar with the family history. He would have
been even more surprised to learn just how Bobby had come to
learn about his ancestors Love and Wrestling Brewster. "Well,
Love had four children."
"He got married?" asked Bobby. "I thought he was a . . .
a . . . well. . . ."
"Shh, let Grandpa continue."
"Sorry."
"Well, one of his children was Nathaniel, who lived between
1636 and 1676. Over the next two hundred years Nathaniel's
family spread, and one of his great-grandchildren immigrated from
America to Ireland, which is where my great-grandfather William
was born to one of his descendants. He and his wife Sarah
immigrated as I said in the 1860's to Kingston Ontario where my
grandfather John was born. Like many young men, including his
older brothers, he felt the lure of the west and as a young man
followed the Canadian Pacific Railroad to Banff, except back then
it
was called Siding 29. He started a dairy there in 1886 and a
member of the Brewster family has lived here in Banff ever since,
for over a hundred and ten years."
"Tell everyone about your father and brother," said Brett,
who liked that part of the story best.
"Well, winters in the mountains were too rough to keep
dairy cattle year round, so Grandpa John set up his homestead
where the Brewster Kananaskis Guest Ranch is today. He had six
boys and a daughter. Boys seem to run in the Brewster family," he
said with a smile at his many grandsons. "Two of his sons were
Jim, who was born in 1882, and my father Bill, who was born in
1880. They weren't exactly very keen on being dairy farmers," he
said with a chuckle. "Being industrious and inquisitive, they
preferred to go camping and to explore the mountains. With the
help of an Indian friend of the family, William Twin, they became
expert mountain men. They actually took their first group up into
the mountains on a pack trip with horses on request of the manager
of the Banff Springs Hotel when they were only ten and twelve
years old. That was the beginning of the Brewster business
venture
in outfitting, and today we still have the Brewster Mountain Pack
Trains operating throughout the Kananaskis and Lake Louise areas.
They later started a livery stable, a mercantile store, the
first
opera house in Banff, and a transportation service to take guests
from the railway station to the hotel. From one horse-drawn
carriage they expanded to two and then three, and then to cars,
and
now the Brewster Transport Company has a fleet of over eighty
coaches. They built the first ski lodge at Sunshine, and the
chalet at
the Columbia Icefields. And of course this lodge was eventually
built as the tourist industry in Banff took off."
"Yer family has sairtainly done verrry well," observed
Duncan Campbell, the boys' other grandfather.
"It has," Nat responded. "But the greatest joy of all hasn't
been the various businesses we've formed. It has been the family
and the close relationships we've maintained."
"Speaking of which, we'd better be heading off to bed. We
have two full days of family fun planned," observed Brenda.
"Can't we stay up a bit longer and hear more about the
Brewster ancestry?" asked TJ. His father, having no idea why his
son didn't want to go to bed of course, beamed at his son and
opportunity to flatter their guest of honour.
"Yes, there must be many stories to hear," quickly added
TJ's brother.
"Another time," Marie Brewster said as she slowly got to
her feet. "Perhaps you young people can stay up until all hours,
but
some of us need our bedtime."
"Just like when we were kids, sending us off to sleep so you
and Dad could go off to bed," joked their oldest son, Cory, to the
amusement of everyone, everyone except Brent, whom nobody had
noticed had slipped away.
As everyone headed off to their rooms, a dark, shadowy
figure in tight black trousers, a black jacket with gauntlets on
the
sleeves, a hood and a mask, loitered in the hallway. With the
approach of the Boston Brewsters, it quickly slipped away, but not
before both TJ and Ralph Lorne spotted it. With their hearts
racing
and their legs so weak they could barely stand, the two boys
crowded their parents so close they kept tripping them, and once
in
their room, they double checked that the door and windows were
locked. Despite their best efforts, they could not convince their
parents to stay up and talk, and despite their claims to be afraid
of
bears, wolves, mountain lions, and every other creature they could
think of that roamed the mountains, their parents assured them
they
were quite safe indoors and didn't need the light on. The two lay
there wide awake, eyes and ears alert for the next hour, and
growing more and more tense with each creak and rustle in the
hallway. It began to rain outside, which added to their fears as
they
imagined a Ninja scaling the side of the lodge under cover of the
storm.
"We gotta do something," whispered TJ. His younger
brother nodded, his pale face deathly white in the moonlight
shining
in through the window. "We gotta get them to call those two ninja
off." His younger brother nodded again. "We gotta have really
gotten them mad." Ralph nodded, his heart beating so loud he was
sure his parents could hear it. It was certainly louder than TJ's
whispers. "I don't know what it'll take. They'll want
something."
TJ found he had to talk. It didn't alleviate his fears, but it
helped.
"I'll give them anything. My allowance every week, my CD
collection, anything."
"Me too. They're gonna want an apology." Having to
apologize was going to be a big sacrifice.
"They got it. I'll write it in blood and kiss their feet."
"They might want us to kiss something else."
"I'll kiss it," replied Ralph, knowing what his brother meant.
"I'll smother it with kisses. Anything they want."
"Should we go tell them?"
"Yes!"
Their parents, like the rest of the adults, had conked out
almost instantly in the thin mountain air. The two boys quietly
tiptoed out of the room and down the hallway, staying so close to
each other they might as well have been joined. They knew the
boys and their parents were in the biggest suite, but they were no
longer jealous and only hoped they hadn't locked their door.
"Wha-," began a voice in the dark.
"Aghhhh!" the two boys screamed, spinning around at the
sound and grasping each other tightly. "Don't!" they said
together,
throwing their hands in the air. It was not a pair of ninja. It
was
Brent. Or Brett. They could not tell the difference when Brent
wasn't wearing his piercings.
"What are you doing out here?" TJ asked.
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Looking for you."
"Me?"
"And your brothers."
"We're sorry."
"Really sorry."
"Please forgive us."
"We'll give you anything. Do anything."
"Honest."
"You can have my watch. It's worth five hundred dollars."
"I don't have a watch," Ralph said. "But I can go back and
get my wallet. You can have it. And every thing in it. I got
about
forty dollars. That's not much, but when we get back to Boston
I'll
send more. As much as you want."
"Wha-," began another voice behind them, causing the two
boys to spin around again and hug each other once more. It was
whoever the other twin was. "What's going on?"
"I dunno," said the first twin.
"Please forgive us."
"Just call them off."
"Yes, please. Please oh please oh please."
"We'll do anything. Anything at all."
"Anything." The two boys were almost hysterical.
"Just say what."
"Yes just say what."
"Kiss each other," said one of the twins.
The two boys glanced at each other, hesitated for less than a
second, and turning red with embarrassment, embraced and kissed
each other on the lips as if boy and girl friends.
"That'll do for a start," said Brett. "Come with us."
Brent and Brett had hoped their cousins would be so
frightened that they'd come looking for them, though they had been
prepared to break into their cousins' room if they had to and
offer
them an alternative to what the boys had overheard if they'd been
too dense to ask. The two boys were not that dense, and at the
moment they were too frightened for their lives to question where
they were being taken. They followed the twins down the hall,
down the stairs to the main floor, and through the large, spacious
lobby. Normally the lobby would have been staffed during the
night, but with all the rooms occupied and most of them by family,
the no vacancy had been turned on and the lodge locked up. As the
two Boston boys entered the exercise room beside the sauna, they
were surprised to find it filled with their cousins and the young
Scottish members of Brenda's family. They stood there in the
middle of the room in their expensive Abercrombie and Fitch
pajamas and hundred dollar slippers and glanced about the room
nervously. It was clear they'd been expected.
"We figured you'd try to wimp your way out of what
you've got coming," observed one of the twins. It was frustrating
for the two boys to not know which one was which, not that it
really mattered.
"Wimp?" reacted TJ angrily by reflex, feeling more secure
now in the crowd and in the light. "You've arranged to have us
kil ."
"You can start by apologizing."
TJ and Ralph Lorne glanced at each other. Of all the things
they'd imagined they might do to save themselves, they knew
apologizing would be at the top of the list, and the most
difficult.
They also knew the alternative was not a choice.
"We're sorry."
"Real sorry."
"Unh-uh. Say what it is you're sorry doing."
And so the boys did, for everything, for spiking the punch
with diuretic they'd found in the bathroom and then jamming the
door so the guys had to pee in the girls room, for putting Epson
Salts in Grandmother Brewster's tea, for drawing the lewd picture
of Uncle James and Uncle Romano, for leaving the message in the
men's room in the Sheraton to phone the boys for blow jobs, for
filling in the feminine products coupons with the twins' names,
and
for sending Benny the gay magazine. Those who'd gathered in the
exercise room had been told about the things the two cousins had
done, and some of the things they'd found humourous, but even the
most sympathetic of them could not condone what the two boys
had done to Grandmother Brewster, nor the fact they'd done the
things to their own relatives. Most of all they found their
attitude
toward gays and their pompous arrogance repugnant. By the time
the two boys were finished apologizing, their audience, whom TJ
and Ralph slowly realized was all boys, had no sympathy for them.
"Okay," said Brent. "Now strip."
Glancing at each other, and quickly around the room of
boys, the two slipped off their slippers, unbuttoned and removed
the tops of their navy blue pajamas, and their eyes about to tear
with shame, they pushed down and stepped out of their pajamas
bottoms. The boys hooted and giggled at the sight of their bare
butts and dangling genitals. The two boys stared down at the
floor
totally embarrassed as they turned a beet red from their scalps to
their toes.
"Now why don't you show everyone what great kissers you
are." They hesitated and TJ gave Ralph a quick peck on the cheek.
"Com'on, you know that's not what I meant," said Brent. "Wrap
your arms about each other and give each other some good
kissing."
Their faces hot with shame, the two naked brothers
embraced and kissed each other on the lips. The younger boys
giggled at the sight. They continued to kiss, awkwardly and self-
consciously, and then deep kissed each other when told to do so.
Their audience, from seven-year-old Markey and his brother eight-
year-old Josh to twenty-year-old Gordie, began feeling the
beginnings of arousal as they watched the two boys kissing and
slipping their tongues in each other's mouth. Their master of
ceremonies then had the watching boys form two lines, pairing
them up as close as he could by age, and starting from the oldest
to
the youngest, leaving out Gordie as there were seventeen of them
there excluding TJ and Ralph.
Benny handed each of the two boys a clear plastic glass.
"Okay, now show us your jerk off skills," he said with a grin.
"You're gonna have a competition. You gotta jerk each guy off
and squeeze out all his juice into the glass, and for the guys who
can't squirt yet you gotta jerk them til they cum dry. When you
finish your row, the winner gets to jerk Gordie as the prize.
Then
you'll switch rows and do it again so each guy here's gonna get
jerked off by each of you. Now get ready."
Seventeen-year-old TJ glanced shamefacedly at the first boy
in his row, Douglas Campbell of the same age, as TJ's younger
brother glanced up at sixteen-year-old Robbie McGregor standing
at the head of the other line. The two Brewster boys had only met
the Scottish teenagers that day, and they were now expected to
touch their most private parts and jerk them off. Of course the
two
Scottish boys, like the rest of the boys in the room, had been
told
ahead of time the penalty the Brewster brothers were going to
exact, and had been given the option of not joining in on the
revenge. Wanting to see justice done, they had all chosen to
stay,
the opportunity to get a load off having of course nothing to do
with their decision.
"Go."
TJ pulled down the fly of the boy he'd just met and barely
knew as Ralph did the same. Douglas and Robbie, being normal,
healthy boys, were no strangers to jerking off, nor, unknown by
the
Brewster brothers, being jerked off by another boy. Their faces
blushing with embarrassment, the two naked teenagers reached into
the flies of the two practically unknown boys, found the openings
to
their underwear, and slipped their fingers inside. Though what
they
were doing they'd done to themselves millions of times, it felt
strange locating the soft, limp dicks in the underwear of the two
other teens, and even stranger pulling them out. The two boys'
cocks were soft and warm and felt strangely pliable. TJ and Ralph
slowly began to slide their fingers up and down the two limp
organs, and Douglas and Robbie being normal, healthy boys, the
stimulation had immediate results. Despite their airs of
aloofness,
TJ and Ralph were typical boys also, and were no strangers to the
secret practice of masturbation. They had first succumbed to the
temptation four years ago upon TJ's discovery of the secret.
Though perhaps they did not practice the solitary pleasure as
frequently as most boys, they did practice it. They had not,
however, ever done someone else, not even each other, and they
stared now at the two swelling cocks in embarrassment, unable to
look up at those watching them, and their shame being too evident
if they looked away. The sight of another boy's cock in their
hand
was dirty, but, they found, erotic too.
Both Douglas and Robbie had begun jerking off before they
could cum, and the two boys frequently resorted to using their
hands to satisfy their needs when they didn't have an alternative,
having sometimes jerked off up to four times a day in their early
teens. Both had a steady girlfriend now, but they still on
occasion
jerked themselves off. Though it was rare, they had jerked and
had
been jerked by other boys before also, so the experience in the
exercise room was not totally new, though having it done by whom
you might consider two perfect strangers, by two Americans, and in
the presence of over a dozen other boys was all new, and highly
erotic. Their cocks quickly became hard, and with Douglas at
eight-and-a-half inches and Robbie at just over seven, the two
boys
knew their organs were nothing to be ashamed of in the size
department. They stood there and enjoyed the pounding sensation
in their blood-engorged cocks and the tingling about their dick
heads. The humiliation of the two boys jacking them off added to
their pleasure, and justified what they were doing.
And so they stood there in the exercise room, their cocks
jutting out of their flies, and concentrated on the physical
pleasure
pulsating through their organs. Gradually the itchy irritation
about
the rim of their glans was accompanied by a growing tension in
their loins. As their breathing grew louder and prolonged, they
glanced at each other and grinned shyly. Each knew exactly how
the other was feeling, and each knew that the other was about to
come. That knowledge made them feel all the hornier, and they
squirmed and panted with their growing desire. The others knew
the two boys were close to coming, and as Ralph and TJ held the
plastic cups up in front of their stiff cocks, the other boys
broke
their line formation to watch. For some of them, seeing another
boy spurt was still relatively new, and even for those for whom it
was a more common experience, it was still hot seeing a guy's
stuff
come shooting out of his dickhead.
Being watched by fifteen other guys was just too much for
Douglas and Robbie, and the two teenagers suddenly spurted, their
thick, rich cum squirting against the sides of the plastic glasses
and
oozing down the sides to the bottom. Watching the two boys
squirting out their stuff, TJ and Ralph felt dirty having gotten
them
off and standing there holding their squirting cocks. They felt
even
dirtier as they squeezed their cocks tight and milked out their
remaining semen, which now hung in a streamer from the tips of
their flushed cocks to the pool of their cum in the glasses. As
TJ
and Ralph pulled on their cocks, a glob of cum oozed out of the
openings and slid down the streamer, and as TJ and Ralph pulled
again a second bead followed the first. They continued until they
could squeeze out no more and the streamer broke off.
The next two in line by age were the twins, Brent and Brett,
who, placing their hands on their hips, grinned at their two
cousins
expectantly. Revenge was sweet. Pulling down their zippers, TJ
and Ralph slipped their fingers through the openings of their
jeans
and underwear, and finding their semierect cocks, guided them back
out through their underwear and their jeans as they had done with
Robbie and TJ. It had been humiliating doing the two Scottish
boys, but it was even more humiliating doing the two sixteen-year-
olds that they'd held in contempt because of their attitude toward
homosexuals in general and specifically toward James, a relative
TJ
and Ralph felt an embarrassment to the family, and in envy because
of their confidence, popularity and good looks. The delight
they'd
gotten in the pranks they'd pulled was undone as they began to
slide the boys' foreskins up and down over their cock heads. It
was
now the twins who were gloating over them.
Delighting in the humiliation of the two boys and their much
awaited revenge for all the trouble they had caused, the twins
summed up all their will to slow down the swelling of their cocks.
They wanted to enjoy the humiliation of their two cousins for as
long as they could. It worked, but they could not delay getting
hard forever. Becoming stiff, they concentrated on the throbbing
pleasure of their shafts and on the tingling of their glans,
feelings
that were far from new to the two experienced and randy teens, but
which they enjoyed each time they became erect. As TJ and Ralph
began to work their hands up and down their shafts, the twins
enjoyed the pleasure rippling through their stiff cocks just as
much
as they'd enjoyed the first time they'd ever been jacked off.
Being jerked off by their two snobbish and arrogant cousins
made this time all the more pleasurable. They concentrated on the
pleasure between their legs, and they concentrated on the look of
embarrassment and hatred on the faces of their two cousins. Even
though the two brothers knew they should be hiding their feelings
about their four cousins, their hatred for being humiliated and
forced to engage in this disgusting competition were too strong to
disguise. That just made it all the sweeter for Brent and Brett.
They held back as long as they could, prolonging the
embarrassment of their Boston cousins and giving everyone amply
opportunity to check them out. They knew their huge dicks were
the envy of the other boys, Gordie and Douglas being the only two
in the room to exceed them in that department. Their nuts slowly
began to tighten, and the two brothers, who knew each other's
thoughts and feelings not just because they were identical twins
but
because of their deep love for each other, and because they'd come
together hundreds of times, grinned at each other as they reached
that ultimate peak of sexual pleasure. They, like the two boys
before them, had thick, copious loads, and it took TJ and Ralph
several minutes to milk their balls dry.
Next came the Campbell twins, and just as TJ and Ralph
could not tell the difference between Brent and Brett, nor could
they tell the difference between Kirk and Alister. The two
fifteen-
year-old Scottish boys being new and potential sexual partners
this
weekend, the Brewster brothers took particular care in checking
them out. They were good-looking boys of average height and
with athletic builds, with thick, curly, dark brown hair tapered
along
the back and sides, sexy, deep-set hazel eyes with high cheekbones
and flat noses, and thick sensuous lips. They had opted to push
their trousers and their Guinness beer print boxers down to mid-
thigh, revealing that they were identical right down to their
cocks
and balls.
They were well hung, being close to five-and-a-half inches,
and had huge, low-hung balls. They glanced at each other and
smiled as the two American boys began to wank them, and they
inhaled and exhaled slowly as they concentrated on the physical
pleasure of being jacked off. Brent and Brett could not help
wondering if the twins jerked each other off as they often did,
and if
they did more than just jerk each other. It was evident that they
were enjoying being done by two other boys at any rate. As their
nut sacks began to tighten, the two boys' eyes narrowed and they
licked their lips in anticipation. Despite having just cum, Brent
and
Brett felt a stirring between their legs at the sight of the
obvious
pleasure of their two Scottish relatives. TJ and Ralph
methodically
pumped their fists up and down the two stiff cocks, drawing their
foreskins up and down their shafts. With sharp intakes of
breaths,
the two fifteen-year-olds tensed and added their loads to the two
glasses.
Giovanni and Benny were next in line, and the two boys
grinned at each other as their stiff cocks were pulled out by TJ
and
Ralph. Benny had noticed that Giovanni was wearing the gold
chain with the Brewster coat of arms pendant that he and his
brothers had given him when his dad and their uncle had married,
something that they'd observed had not gone by unnoticed by their
Grandfather Brewster. Seeing the smile on his face was almost as
great as seeing the smile on Giovanni's face the night they'd
given
it to him. As TJ and Ralph began to jack the two boys off, the
two
boys thought back to that wedding night, and the fun that the four
Brewster brothers and the newest addition to their family had
engaged in. That had been an awesome night.
The two boys stared at each other's dick being pumped by
another's hand and they licked their lips as their thoughts turned
to
the pleasure of being jacked off. A guy did not have to be gay to
enjoy that pleasure. It was different having someone else's hand
jerking your dick than your own, and it was different having it
done
along with someone else. It was certainly different having
fifteen
guys watching you and knowing that every guy in the room knew
how your dick was feeling. They squirmed and sighed with the
pleasure throbbing through their stiff cocks, and when at last
they
came, they stared into each other's eyes as they shot their loads
into
the plastic glasses.
TJ was slightly ahead of his brother, and he began on
Trevor Brewster at least half a minute before Ralph began on
Trevor's brother Brad. The two boys, fourteen-year-old Trevor
and thirteen-year-old Brad, were accustomed to getting off
together, and jerking each other off. Being jerked off together by
two other boys on the other hand was an exciting and new
experience for them. The smell of fresh cum was already thick in
the small, closed-in room, and the erotic fragrance combined with
having watched eight guys already shoot their loads had the two
young teenage boys randier than they'd ever felt in their lives.
It
was not long before the two Connecticut boys were gasping and
squirming with the approach of their own orgasms. With open and
unabashed groans, they adding their contributions to the plastic
glasses.
Thirteen-year-old Ross Campbell and twelve-year-old
Bobby Brewster, the brother of Trevor and Brad, were next. Both
boys were used to jerking off with their brothers, both doing
themselves and doing each other, but this was their first
experience
being jerked off by guys they barely knew, and their first
experience
being jerked off in front of a room full of guys. In a way,
having
their cocks taken out of their pants and exposed to everyone and
then jerked off was embarrassing, and they glanced around at the
others shyly. Those who had already been jerked off had not
bothered to tuck their dicks back in their pants, and Kirk and
Alister had not bothered to pull their trousers and underwear back
up. It was embarrassing being jerked off in front of everyone,
but
the sight of all of the exposed cocks that had already been jerked
off was hot.
As Trevor looked up at TJ he wondered how he was feeling
being forced to jerk off every guy in the room. He looked ashamed
and resolved to the fact as he stared down at the floor, his right
hand mechanically pumping his cock and the left holding the
plastic
glass of cum in front of his dick. He knew TJ was being forced to
do this for the things he'd done to his cousins, but for himself,
jerking off everyone in the room was something that he wouldn't
have minded doing at all. The thought of jacking off so many
cocks
all in one night was the wickedest thing he'd ever imagined, and
this was going to be a night he was going to remember for many
jerk off sessions in the future. Bobby Brewster was thinking the
same thoughts as he watched Ralph's fingers working up and down
his stiffie. This was the hottest thing he'd ever done in his
life. As
Trevor added his load to the glass, Bobby trembled with his dry
orgasm.
The other twelve-year-old Bobby Brewster and Ian,
Gordie's twelve-year-old brother, were next. Both boys pushed
down their jeans and their underwear. Bobby had been delighted to
see his cousin from Connecticut had been unable to cum, fearing
that perhaps other than the two little ones in the group, he might
be
the only boy unable to squirt. He was also delighted to see that
Ian
did not have any hairs either. It made his own hairless pubes not
seem so babyish. The two boys inhaled and exhaled deeply and
uninhibitedly as their stiff cocklets were wanked, getting jacked
off
being too great a pleasure to try to hide how they were feeling.
The two preteens watched their skins being pushed off their
knobs and then pulled back up, and then checked out each other.
It
was hot watching themselves getting jerked off, and it was even
hotter watching someone else getting wanked. Their knobs were
flushed a bright red with arousal, and their balls bounced between
their legs as their dicks were worked on. As Bobby's balls began
to
tighten and draw up under his dick, he stared at the glass of cum
and wondered if this was going to be the time he squirted. He saw
Ian's balls drawing up under his dick also. The two boys began to
squirm as they felt their climaxes approaching, and they held
their
breaths as the pressure built in their loins and they ached to
squirt.
Finally Ian threw back his head and began to spasm as his dry
orgasm racked his body. Bobby was jerking and gasping with his
own dry orgasm moments later, disappointed he had not squirted
but comforted by the fact that his Scottish cousin was not yet
able
to cum either. Besides, it felt too great when a guy came to be
that
disappointed.
By this time Ralph had caught up to TJ and they both
started on the two preteen boys, eight-year-old Josh and his
seven-
year-old brother Markey, both boys having chucked their jeans and
underwear and both boys being rock hard. The two youngest boys
in the room had been jerking each other off regularly for almost
two
years, ever since their experience with the Sandman the weekend
they'd visited their cousins in Crestview Heights. Having been
introduced to the pleasures that could be had with their pee tubes
and those of others by their four cousins, they had introduced
those
pleasures to their closest friends upon their return home.
They now proudly stood there with the big boys and got
their little stiff dicklets wanked just the same as they had.
Watching
the two youngsters staring intently at their little dicklets being
jacked off, and seeing the look of pleasure on their faces had
each
boy in the room reaching down and squeezing his own cock as they
thought of their earliest experiences. Josh's and Markey's
cocklets
might only be as big as the bigger boys' thumbs, but they tingled
and itched just the same as the biggest cocks in the room. It was
not long before the two boys were dancing with their still awesome
and mysterious orgasms despite the fact both had already
experienced that delight hundreds of times over in the past two
years.
Declaring the race a tie, Brett had TJ and Ralph pull down
Gordie's trousers and underwear. To nobody's surprise his cock
was stiff and the tip wet with pre-cum. It had grown a bit longer
and thicker since the boys had seen him, and was now eight-and-a-
half inches long with the shaft one-and-three-quarters inches in
diameter. Having TJ begin to jerk off his cock and Ralph began to
play with his hairy, low-hung balls, Brett and the others gathered
around to watch the two Boston boys bring their oldest cousin off.
As they watched, the Brewster brothers thought back to Gordie's
visit three years ago, and resolved that they'd have some fun with
his huge dick themselves before the weekend was over. It was
ironic in a way that every boy in the room regardless of his
sexual
preference and experience were wishing the same thing while the
two boys who were fiddling with him were hating every second. As
for Gordie, he knew he was the star attraction, and that did not
bother him. Nor did the fact that the two boys jacking him off
were
doing so against their wishes, and that, to be truthful, was an
added
erotic twist to the evening. That his four American cousins were
responsible was no surprise after his last visit with them.
So, he stood there and enjoyed the physical stimulation of
having his balls and cock stroked and the eroticism of being
watched by sixteen other boys all of whom had already been
wanked. Having watched each of those sixteen boys getting jerked
off, it was not that long before Gordie was adding his shot to
TJ's
glass.
As the boys formed two lines again, TJ and Ralph switched
and began down the lines once more, each of them now jerking off
the boy that his brother had jerked off. Although they had come
just forty minutes earlier, Douglas and Robbie had no difficulty
getting erections, nor shooting another load into the plastic
glass
slowly filling with cum. They, like the other teenagers in the
room,
were normal, healthy boys and had plenty of boy juice stored up in
their balls. After milking them dry, much to the delight of the
two
boys, and to those watching, TJ and Ralph moved on to Brent and
Brett. And so they made their way down the line, jerking off the
boy before them and adding his seed to the growing pool in the two
glasses. Their wrists now weary, they jerked each cock
mechanically, and mentally checked off each boy as they went down
the line. In the end they both jerked off Gordie again, but this
time
TJ playing with his balls while Ralph jacked him off and adding
his
load to Ralph's glass.
To their dismay, the boys found their humiliation was not
yet over. The boys in the room formed a circle as Brett told them
to jerk each other off. Although they had jerked off side by side
for
those first few times after learning about the solitary pleasure,
they
had separate bedrooms and had soon gotten into the habit of
jerking off in solitary before going to sleep. They had never at
any
time touched each other, and they did so now with shame and
reluctance unlike most of the other brothers in the room who had
jerked each other off willingly and eagerly many times, seeing no
harm and no shame in sharing such an enjoyable experience as
getting off. To be honest, most delighted in bringing their
brother
off and delighted in the knowledge that their brother was just as
delighted bringing them off.
Unlike the rest of the boys in the room, the two Boston
boys had not found the evening erotic, and had not gotten stiff
during the entire evening. Now, under their brother's hand, each
boy's cock stiffened. With flushed faces and shame-filled eyes,
they
stroked each other's cock as they'd stroked their own, and as the
physical pleasure grew each struggled with the conflicting
emotions
of guilt and arousal, of shame and pleasure. They were very
conscious of the watching audience and they stared at each other's
crotch as the pressure increased in their loins and their balls
began
to constrict. They inhaled and exhaled deeply and shuddered as
they added their loads to the thick, creamy, white and translucent
discharges in the two glasses.
After TJ and Ralph had milked each other dry, Brett and
Brent each took one of the glasses of cum and held it over the
heads of the two naked brothers and teasingly tipped it, much to
the
cheers, amusement and encouragement of those watching. Asking
if they should continue, those watching gave Brett a rousing round
of applause and a resounding yes. The two glasses, each with
thirteen shots of cum, were slightly more than three-quarters
full,
each containing close to seven ounces of boy juice. The edge of
the
creamy, sticky fluid bulged out over the lip of the two glasses,
swelling like growing blobs of creamy-translucent pudding.
Gravity
finally pulled the blobs over the edge, and as the globs of cum
fell
they pulled more of the gelatinous liquid with them. Landing on
the
two boys' heads, the white slime quickly began to ooze down over
their foreheads and down the sides. It caught in their eyebrows
and
ran down the side of their noses and over their upper lips and
oozed
down in front of their ears and down their cheeks to hang in
pendants off their jaws
Once started the rest of the gooey cum glopped out of the
tipped glasses and Brent and Brett quickly directly the thick,
slimy
liquid over the boys' chests and teats where it continued to ooze
on
its own down their smooth skin to their belly buttons and on down
to their pubic hairs where it formed pearly blobules. They poured
the boy slime down the boys' backs where again it oozed on its
own down past the small of their backs over their soft pink butts,
and down over their tail bones and down their cracks to their
puckers. With the bulk of the cum poured out, Brett and Brent
dangled the long, slimy pendants hanging from the glasses over the
boys' limp cocks and their once again descended balls, lacing
their
genitals and thighs with the remaining streamers.
Scooping up a smear of cum from the inner side of the glass
with his index finger, Brett raised TJ's right arm and he wiped
the
slime from his finger in the boy's hairy pit. Brent followed
suit,
wiping his finger off in Ralph's silk pit hairs. Wiping up
another
smear from inside the plastic glass, Brent wiped his finger off
between Ralph's legs under his balls and swirling and scooping up
the remainder of the gooey mix on the bottom of his glass, Brett
did
likewise to TJ.
Watching the final humiliation of the two boys, which
everyone in the room agreed they deserved, there was not a boy
who didn't feel his cock once again begin to swell with arousal.
As
the two brothers put their expensive pajamas back on and as the
navy blue material began to darken where the globs and streamers
of cum began to soak into it, the witnesses to their humiliation
laughed and observed how embarrassing it was going to be to have
their mother find their cum stained pajamas the next morning.
Others commented how their mother was going to think they had
one hell of a wet dream to have soaked themselves with cum from
head to foot, causing the entire room to roar with laughter.
"I'm shair those two regret havin' ever crrrossed ye,"
observed Gordie addressing Brent and his brothers as everyone
headed back to their rooms.
"Oh, that's just the beginning," observed Brett with a smile.
"We got all weekend." His three brothers giggled.
"I've fir shair nivir met anyone else like ye fourrrr, and I
doot if I ivir will."
The amusement and hint of admiration in his voice caused
the boys to glance at each other and smile. Despite everything he
knew about the four brothers, Gordie was still surprised that boys
their age would be so sexually aggressive and knowledgeable. The
boys also sensed a hint of arousal along with the admiration and
amusement.
"Well," said Benny, "afore ye gae back t'Scotland, we'll
huv t'git together fir a wee bit ay fun." They all laughed, and
the
boys noticed that Gordie didn't disagree with Benny's statement.
Nor did they.