Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:39:07 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Grandparents Day 2/3 (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 2/3
SATURDAY
The next morning during the family breakfast, Grandfather
Brewster mentioned that a couple moose had been spotted in the
north end of the town site despite the fences and other barriers
that
had been set up to keep the animals away. That of course resulted
in an expedition of adults and children to the north end of town
to
observe the large, ugly creatures. For their Scottish cousins it
was
the first opportunity to see the huge animals in the wild and up
close, and it was an exciting experience. On the way back to the
lodge, the Brewster brothers described to their male cousins hikes
they'd made out into the park in the fall to watch the animals
rutting while visiting their grandparents. Out of the hearing of
the
adults and his female cousins, Bobby observed that the males were
built almost as well as cousin Gordie, causing them all to laugh
and
a few of them to feel the twinges of arousal as they recalled
watching Gordie getting jerked off the night before.
"Oh yeah, their cocks are humongous," observed Benny, the
authority on all things sexual, as a group of the boys fell back
behind the adults and girls. "When they're fully extended from
the
pouch they're like two feet long."
"Too bad we didn't know about the moose last night," said
Brett with a grin as he glanced at TJ and Ralph. "They could have
stood in line and gotten wacked off too." Several of the boys
giggled and Ralph and TJ turned red, embarrassed by the mention
of what they'd been forced to do, and angry with the four Brewster
brothers for having made them do it and for bringing it up.
"Well, it's not too late to go back and find them and let TJ
and Ralph give them a thrill," observed Brent, helping his twin
brother with the teasing.
"Oh maaaannnnn, wouldn't it be great to have one that
size?" Bobby sighed as he imagined being hung like a moose. "It'd
be awesome to jack off."
"But harrrd tae walk aroond," observed Ross, causing them
all to giggle with the idea.
"Never mind us, maybe you'd like to go find a moose and
give it a thrill," observed TJ, unable to resist giving any one of
the
Brewster brothers a jab in retribution for the previous night.
"Sure why not?" retorted Bobby, rising to the challenge.
"You two would probably be too chicken to do it."
"You'd really try to masturbate a moose?" scoffed Ralph.
"Yeah, I would."
"No way."
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah," challenged Ralph, unable to resist the opportunity
to show up the youngest of the four oldest Brewster brothers.
"We know where there are a couple big mouths," added TJ
in support of his brother.
"Okay," responded Bobby. "And speaking of big mouths,
you two can put yours where the action is."
"Huh?"
"After I jerk one off, you two can drink its cum."
"Yeah, well speaking of mouths, when you fail, you know
what you can do with your mouth," observed TJ, jerking his finger
at his crotch.
"Yeah, both of us," agreed his brother.
"Deal," agreed Bobby.
"You'll need a plastic glass a lot bigger than the ones TJ
and Ralph used last night," observed Brett.
"Yeah, I'll probably need a bucket," Bobby observed with a
grin.
"Com'on, thir's nae wae ye can masturrrbate a moose!"
protested Ian.
"Com'on then, I'll show you," Bobby responded.
"Wait a sec. I'll go get something you can catch its cum
in," said Brett. As he got up, he motioned out of sight of the
others
for Giovanni to join him. Brett returned ten minutes later empty
handed.
"Oh no," warned TJ suspiciously. "You're not gonna get
out of this by saying you couldn't find anything."
"I found something."
"What?"
"This," said Brett, taking out a condom packet from his
pocket.
"Com'on, Ah've nivir seen a moose's cock afore, but its
gotta be way too big tae put one of those on," observed Robbie.
"They stretch," observed Brett. "And besides, Bobby just
has to put it over the tip to catch the cum."
"Oh yeah, that's all Bobby has to do," Bobby observed,
looking at Brett incredulously. He had no idea how he was going
to get out of the predicament his big mouth had gotten himself
into,
but he was accustomed to getting himself into and out of tight
situations. He wasn't used to his brother getting him in deeper.
"So, com'on, let's go," said Brett.
Brett's eagerness made his brothers immediately suspect he
had a plan. So, the four of them, TJ and Ralph, Robbie and Ian,
and Ross headed out to where they'd seen the moose, the rest of
the boys dismissing Bobby's boast as impossible and not wanting to
waste their time when they could be doing something else. Of
course by the time they got back to where the moose had been
sighted, the park rangers had rounded up the animals and escorted
them out of town before the tourists found out about them and put
themselves in danger trying to get their picture, or even worse,
doing something dumb like trying to feed them or even pet them.
Brett knew from past holidays with his grandparents that would
happen. After half an hour of searching, the boys, not exactly
high
in patience, were ready to give up.
"You're lucky they've left," observed TJ.
"Well, hey, I can't help that," Bobby responded, trying not
to sound relieved.
"Let's go back where we seen them one more time,"
suggested Brett. As they headed back he ignored Bobby's glare.
Bobby had figured his brother had a plan initially, but he could
not
be sure of that, and sometimes even Brett got carried away when it
came to bets and challenges. The group of boys studied the forest
thicket on the edge of the meadow where they'd seen the moose
browsing that morning. "There."
"Where?"
"Over there."
"I don't see nothin'."
"By that big tree."
"All the trees are big."
"I seen one. Straight ahead," insisted Brett, pointing to the
thicket in front of them. "Go check it out, Bobby."
Bobby hesitated as he tried to figure out just what he'd
done to his oldest brother for him to be doing this to him.
"What's
the matter, big mouth?" asked TJ smugly. Glaring at his brother
one last time, Bobby carefully and slowly made his way across the
meadow and disappeared into the woods. A minute later after dead
silence there came the bugle that the three Brewsters immediately
recognized from experience as the call of a moose in rut. It was
repeated a few seconds later. Brent and Benny glanced at Brett
worriedly as their cousins glanced at each other with bugeyed
wonder and as one turned to stare at the thicket across the meadow
in the hopes of seeing what was going on. The call was repeated
again, and after a minute another two times.
"That's Bobby for you," said Brett. "From the sounds of
that moose, he's just about got it off."
"He has?" asked Benny, looking at his brother. "I mean,
yeah, he has." He had no idea what was going on, but he knew
Brett had planned something. At least he sure hoped he had.
There was another bugle, this one a bit different, followed
by another. Brett frowned.
"Ahhhhh," came a yell in the woods. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
There was another rutting trumpet from the woods, quickly
followed by a second and third. Brett rolled his eyes. He should
have known better. His brother, the little ham, was going to
spoil
everything with his over acting. The others were all staring at
the
woods with a mixture of wonder and apprehension, Benny and
Brent also with a bit of perplexity, the other five with wide-eyed
anticipation, three of them hoping to see Bobby emerge with a
condom full of cum, and two of them dreading that the little
fucker
just might. It was only the warning of Grandfather Brewster and
the sight of the mangy beasts that morning that stopped the five
from venturing across the meadow.
There was another bugle, louder than any of the others, and
Bobby suddenly burst from the woods running for all he was worth,
something that looked like an inflated balloon in his right hand
and
his short legs a blur as he raced toward them. Brett sighed with
relief. If Bobby had continued the scam any longer, he was sure
his
cousins would have gotten suspicious. Bobby arrived at where they
were standing totally out of breath, his face flushed and his
chest
heaving. "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-," he gasped, turning and pointing to
the
woods. "Fu-, fu-, fu-."
A large moose standing almost a foot taller than Bobby at
the shoulder and easily weighing five times his weight stepped out
of the woods. The nine boys stood there and stared at it, their
eyes
bulging and their mouths hanging open. It slowly looked around,
and raising his head, bugled for the last time, and turned and
headed
back into the bushes. The boys, with the exception of Bobby,
watched it leave in awe, too surprised to move or say anything.
Bobby was white as a sheet.
"Giovanni," he finally gasped weakly.
"Yeah?" came a voice behind them.
"You're ali ah, you're, ah, you're, ah, oh fucking shit!" he
exclaimed, the colour returning to his cheeks. "Fuck!" he
exclaimed, the usual sparkle in eyes back. "You're just in time!"
Grabbing Giovanni, he spun him around.
"Hey, careful with that," Giovanni said, referring to the
inflated condom in Bobby's right hand. "What is it anyway?"
"Moose juice," Bobby said proudly, holding up the swollen
condom, the bottom filled out like a water-filled balloon. TJ and
Ralph turned pale as they stared at it. "I did my part," he said,
holding the condom out. "Now it's yours."
"Ah. Maybe we'd better, ah, perhaps. . . ." TJ looked at
his brother and Ralph stared back at him helplessly. The two boys
had suddenly gone as pale as Bobby had been.
"Com'on big mouths, time to drink up. I risked my life to
get this," Bobby said theatrically as he held up the condom. He
glanced at Brett. "I really did," he whispered for his older
brother's
benefit.
Brett was well aware of that. There was not supposed to be
have been any moose in the vicinity, other than the fake one
Giovanni was pretending to be by using the moose horn Brett had
known his grandfather had hanging on the wall beside the
fireplace,
and which he and Giovanni had borrowed when they'd snuck off
back in front of the lodge. At the same time he'd given Giovanni
some suggestions what he could buy or find in the lodge kitchen to
make the moose juice in the condom Bobby was holding, a quart of
milk, a squirt of lemon juice to curdle it, a dozen egg whites,
some
plain yogurt, and maybe some gobs of spit if he and Bobby felt it
was required. The initial calls by Giovanni on the horn, which
hunters used to attract moose back when it was legal to hunt them,
had evidently attracted the two moose who had been in the town
site.
"You gonna back out on our bet?" Bobby asked defiantly.
"After all the trouble I went to get you a safe full of nice, hot,
delicious moose juice?"
"Bet it wasn't that much trouble," observed Giovanni. "Bet
you really loved wrapping your fist about a big fat moose cock and
jacking it off."
"Oh yeah," beamed Bobby, "I had a good wank. It was
fucking awesome, and you should have seen when he squirted! It
wasn't easy catching it you know."
Brett looked at the condom which looked like it was about
to burst, and back at the woods where the moose had emerged.
Naw, it couldn't be. Besides, Bobby and Giovanni were clearly
play acting. At least it sounded like they were acting.
"Fuckin' awesome," observed Ross, staring at the swollen
condom.
"Sae, ye gaunny keep yer side ay the bet or nae?" asked
Robbie with a wide grin and so pumped he couldn't stand still.
His
friends back in Scotland were never going to believe this!
"Welch on this bet and you can expect another night like
last night," warned Benny.
Another night like the last one the two boys did not want.
TJ reluctantly took the wobbly, filled condom and with some
difficulty, and some help from Bobby, raised it to his mouth and
dumped a gulp of its contents into his mouth. He immediately
clamped his mouth shut to prevent more from being poured in,
turned several colours of green, bulged out his cheeks and his
eyes,
and with great difficulty swallowed.
"You better keep it down after all the trouble I went to get
it," Bobby warned, "or else." Having no idea what the or else
could be, but knowing he didn't want to find out, TJ concentrated
on keeping the foul liquid he had swallowed in his stomach. Bobby
handed the still bulging condom to Ralph, and as he carefully took
the opening of the rubber in both hands Bobby slipped his down to
hold and raise the filled sack. As they poured the lumpy contents
into Ralph's mouth, the foul, gooey liquid spilled over his chin
and
hung from it in long pendants. His eyes bulged and he struggled
to
keep the foul, sour liquid down.
TJ took his turn again, trying to ignore the lumps as they
passed down his throat and spilling the contents over his chin and
the front of his shirt in his eagerness to have this done and over
with. Slowly and steadily, one gulp at a time, the two boys
emptied
the condom, which gradually became easier to handle as it was
emptied until Bobby's help was no longer needed. Robbie, Ian and
Ross watched the two boys with a mixture of curiosity, disgust,
and
arousal and they stared at the first moose cum they had ever seen
and probably ever would as it dripped from the two teenagers'
mouths. They wondered what moose cum would actually taste
like, and could only imagine it had to be disgusting, especially
considering how ugly the animal was, but finding the idea of
drinking the cum of a moose erotic at the same time. Their cocks
slowly began to swell in their trousers as they watched TJ and
Ralph swallow gulp after gulp of the impossibly copious liquid.
Brent and Benny watched with amusement, certain that
somehow Brett and Bobby had pulled off a good one and
wondering just what was in the condom, though at the same time
glancing at Brett and Bobby for some sign that this was a scam.
As
unlikely as the other alternative was, they had both seen a moose
and heard its rutting call, and there was nothing their kid
brother
could do that would surprise them. They got no clue from their
two brothers.
Bobby and Giovanni were having great difficulty restraining
themselves and finally gave up on any attempt to do so and
collapsed on the side of the meadow in gales of laughter, rolling
on
the grass and grasping their sides as tears rolled from their
eyes.
That could mean a scam and they had pulled it off, or that Bobby
really had collected a condom full of moose cum. Brett spent an
equal time glancing at the two boys rolling on the ground, at TJ
and
Ralph turning greener and greener as they stood there with a sick
look on their faces and the empty condom at their feet, and at the
woods where the moose had appeared. It couldn't be.
They walked briskly back to the lodge in silence, TJ and
Ralph a block ahead of the others and praying they could stop from
heaving until they made it to a toilet. "You didn't really, did
you?"
Brett asked in a whisper as he jerked his head back to where they
had come, unable to believe it but like Brent and Benny, not
putting
anything past their kid brother. Bobby grinned widely, glanced at
Giovanni, and the two boys broke into gales of laughter once
again.
Returning to the lodge, the four Brewster brothers spent the
rest of the morning visiting with their two sets of grandparents
along with several of their cousins while the rest toured the
town.
Inspired by the tales of their grandfather's father and his
brother
acting as guides before they were even in their teens, Brett,
Brent
and Bobby offered to take any of their cousins who were interested
on a hike up Rundle mountain, Benny and Giovanni opting to find
their own entertainment for the afternoon. It being a sunny
Saturday afternoon and there being innumerable secluded spots in
the lodge and surrounding woods, there was no doubt in the minds
of Benny's brother just what he and Giovanni had in mind.
Although it frequently was, sex was not always on the
minds of the four boys, and Benny's brothers had been thinking of
a
purely innocent and wholesome hike in the forest. The four boys
having explored the area thoroughly on their many summers in
Banff, with their grandparents and on their own, they knew
practically every path up Tunnel Mountain at the base of which
Banff had been built. After their experience that morning,
Robbie,
Ian and Ross were eager to join them, and Kirk and Alister quickly
joined in also. Their older brothers opted to cruise the town for
girls, and Jeffery and his wife and boys had planned a drive up to
Lake Louise. TJ and Ralph wanted nothing to do with the idea of
course, but figuring it would impress his uncle, their father
committed them to the hiking expedition.
The boys had a great time hiking up the mountain trail, and
the weather cooperated with them, being one of those hot late
summer days with clear blue skies that followed a good rain. The
splendour of the mountains awed their visitors from Scotland, and
the three guides fondly recalled their many experiences hiking the
mountain's trails. Their two reluctant companions were constantly
dragging behind, and the others finally suggested they turn around
and go back if they wanted, to which the two city boys observed
that hiking in the mountains was for nerds and geeks and they'd
happily head back. Reminding them that they were on the Alpine
Meadow trail and that when they got to the second marker on their
way down that they should turn right on the Timber Pine Gorge
trail, Brett lead the others on.
"The Timber Pine is a rough trail," observed Brent as he
stepped up beside his brother.
"Yeah," Brett said with a grin, and the two boys laughed.
Arriving at their destination, an alpine meadow, filled with
the ambers, oranges, yellows and reds of the late summer flowers,
all splendent after the night's rain, they admired the sight few
saw
first hand and relaxed a bit before heading back. It was a lot
faster
and easier going down, especially for a group of rambunctious
teenage boys, and they reached the marker Brett had mentioned to
his Boston cousins in no time. Telling his oversees relatives of
his
prank, Brett suggested his brothers take them back the easier way
while he hiked back along on the Timber Pine trail to make sure
their cousins had made it back to Banff. The others would not
hear
of it, and so they struck out together.
Unlike the more travelled Alpine Meadows Trail, the
Timber Pine was little used and as a result overgrown with
underbrush. It descended much more steeply, but it also went up
and down a series of gullies and narrow valleys instead of
skirting
them and taking a more gradual path to Banff. As they approached
the town site, the trail swung out onto one of its many bluffs,
from
which they spotted their two cousins haplessly and hopelessly
turned around in one of the many dead-end trails that looked like
an
easy and quick route to the town but which the Brewster brothers
knew ended in dead fall and were impossible to traverse. They
made their way down to them.
"Well, we thought you'd be back in town by now,"
observed Bobby. "You lost?"
"Of course not."
"Oh. Good. Then we'll see you back in town."
The group headed off with Bobby taking one of the
branches that lead off to the right and back up the hill instead
to the
dead end ahead of them. TJ and Ralph quickly turned and followed
and they tried to keep up, but being exhausted and out of shape,
they soon lagged behind. Slipping into the thick brush, Bobby and
the rest hid and let the two pass them. After ten minutes, they
re-
emerged and called for the two cousins, asking where they were.
TJ and Ralph, surprised that the others were behind them, and
having no idea which way to go from where they were, immediately
called back.
"What are you two doing up here?" asked Brett as he lead
the climb up to where the boys were, and where they should be,
though TJ and Ralph did not know that.
"We . . . ah . . . just wanted to see something."
"Oh. Okay. We thought you had gotten lost."
"Of course not."
"Then we'll see you back at the lodge," he said, and with
huge grins the seven boys turned and headed back down the trail.
"Wait."
"What?"
"All right. We're lost."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. We're lost. Okay?"
"So you want us nerds and geeks to guide you back?"
The two boys looked at each other. "Yes," TJ said softly.
"Gonna cost you."
"You want money?" asked Ralph in disgust.
"No, not cost you money. We been hiking hard all
afternoon and would really rather be back at the lodge. For
rescuing you, I think you need to thank us."
"All right. Thank you."
"Not that way."
"How then?"
"Well, after a hot, sweaty hike there's nothing like getting
your nuts off," Brett said with a grin as he glanced at the
others,
who immediately thought of the previous night.
TJ and Ralph glanced at each other. They wanted to retort
but they knew to do so would only get them further into trouble.
"All right, I suppose," TJ responded for the two of them.
"Great. We know you're both experienced at jerking guys
off," Brett said with a wide grin, causing the others to snicker
and
TJ and Ralph to begin to redden. "So this time, let's see what
your
assholes are like."
"Our assholes?"
"Yeah, you know, bend over."
"Forget it!"
"Okay. Forgotten. Com'on guys. Let's head back to the
lodge. Ice cream cones on me."
"Wait!" TJ said desperately as the boys headed off.
"What?"
"You're serious."
"Yeah. Cones on me."
"About the other thing."
"What other thing?"
"You know."
"No."
"Us bending over," TJ muttered.
"Sure."
TJ and Ralph looked at each other. "Couldn't we do like
we did last night?"
"Hey, we know how much you enjoyed it," Brett said
teasingly, causing the others to snicker again. "But it's get
your
asses fucked or nothing."
TJ and Ralph looked at each other. "We've never done
something like that," Ralph pointed out, hoping that would help.
"All right! Here's your chance!" said Bobby with a sparkle
in his eyes.
"All right," his cousins replied in submission, knowing after
the previous night and that morning that they didn't have any
choice. They were too tired and too sore to fight, and they had
come to learn that fighting the Brewster brothers was futile.
" So have any of you fucked a guy before?" asked Brett,
looking at his Scottish cousins. The boys glanced at each other
and
Ian and Ross shook their heads. "Then I think you two should be
the ones to take their prunes."
The two boys exchanged sheepish glances and slowly
grinned. They'd heard of guys doing it that way, but they'd never
given any thought to actually doing it themselves. Now that they
had a chance it didn't sound that bad, and they knew an
opportunity
like this was not likely going to happen again. Pulling down
their
flies and undoing their buckles, the two boys pushed down their
cargo pants and their briefs as TJ and Ralph dropped their pants
and underwear. As Ian and Ross fiddled with themselves, the rest
sat down on the rocks and the fallen logs to watch the four boys
engage in their first ass action. The sight of the two exposed
butts
and the thought of being the first to fuck them, soon had the two
youngsters hard. Spitting in the palm of their hands, the two
novices lubricated their stiff cocklets with their spit, and with
the
help of the twins and Bobby, they got into position behind TJ and
Ralph who had been told to drop to their hands and knees.
Grasping their protruding bones by the base and placing the
tips against the virgin holes, they slowly pushed forward as TJ
and
Ralph constricted their stomach muscles and pushed out as
instructed. The four boys inhaled and exhaled deeply as they
strained to unite, and with deep breaths and a bit of grunting and
snorting and several attempts, the four virgin boys finally
joined.
The two cocks, one just under four inches and the other just over,
slowly disappeared up the two virgin assholes much to the delight
of the two boys doing the fucking. Grasping TJ's hips, thirteen-
year-old Ross began to ease his own hips to and fro slowly,
working his stiff cock in and out of TJ's rectum. He could not
believe how hot and moist the seventeen-year-old's asshole felt,
nor
how good it felt having a hot, moist rectum surrounding your stiff
cock. Beside him, his twelve-year-old third cousin was similarly
grasping Ralph's hips and easing his slightly smaller but just as
hard
and aching cock in and out of the fifteen-year-old boy's virgin
hole
with just as much pleasure. By then their audience was erect and
when Bobby took his out and began to play with it as he watched
the two pairs of boys kneeling in front of him, the rest quickly
followed suit.
TJ and Ralph were not exactly enjoying this. They were
once again engaging, against their will, in a homosexual act, the
most degrading act of them all in their mind. They were being
fucked. The hole was different, but they had a boy's cock inside
them, and he was screwing them just as if they were girls. They
stared down at the ground and concentrated on the three Brewster
boys who were the cause of all of this, and as the two boys behind
them began to speed up with their approaching orgasms their hatred
for the three boys behind this grew. That it all began with their
snobbish and anti-gay attitudes and their pranks did not matter.
Ross and Ian were oblivious to the feelings of the two older
boys they were fucking as they felt the familiar build-up of
tension
in their loins. It was familiar, but it was different having that
pressure building up because they were thrusting their cocks in
and
out of a pair of hot, throbbing assholes, not because they were
pounding their cocks with their fists. That made a difference,
and
when their orgasms came, they grunted and trembled and closed
their eyes and groaned with an ecstasy they'd never before known,
but which they knew they'd be seeking in the future. Twelve-year-
old Ian's body quivered with his dry orgasm and he snorted and
panted as he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his itching cock
in
and out of Ralph's ass. Ross similarly thrust his itching cock in
and
out of TJ's ass, but his cock, unlike Ian's, was spurting a thin,
white
stream up the seventeen-year-old's virgin ass, filling it for the
first
time with a boy's hot load. Ross quivered as his stuff squirted
out
of him, and he sighed with the pleasure as only a horny thirteen-
year-old can.
As they withdrew, their audience cheered and congratulated
them on having lost their virginity, and the group of them high-
fived. Glancing at each other, Bobby grinned at Robbie and nodded
to the two boys kneeling and waiting. Sixteen-year-old Robbie
readily got to his feet and knelt before Ralph, his seven-inch
cock
hard and aching to get off, and Bobby just as eagerly knelt before
TJ. The two boys worked up gobs of spittle and coated their
cocks, and then placing the tips against the two now abused
assholes and grasping the bases of their stiff probes, the two
boys
leaned forward. TJ and Ralph pushed out, not because they were
eager to be penetrated, but because they knew it made it easier
for
the two boys, and because they wanted this punishment to end as
fast as they could.
Neither Bobby nor Robbie were eager for their fuck to be
over fast, and the two boys, both experienced boy fuckers, worked
their hips to and fro slowly, enjoying the pulsating of the hot
moist
rectums encasing their cocks, and enjoying the throbbing pleasure
of their stiff bones. They eased their cocks in and out of the
two
hapless boys in a familiar rhythm as they grasped their hips, and
they closed their eyes as they concentrated on the pleasure
throbbing through their loins. As they pumped their hips to and
fro
there in the hot afternoon sun, their bodies began to perspire.
They
worked slowly, but they could not delay the inevitable, and
finally
the two reached their own climaxes, this time fifteen-year-old
Ralph
receiving his first shot of cum up his butt while Bobby trembled
with his dry orgasm and furiously fucked TJ's ass in a desperate
attempt to shoot off a load that his balls were still did not have
to
release.
The fifteen-year-old Campbell twins, Kirk and Alister, were
next, and as they knelt behind the two Boston boys and plugged
their assholes with their thick, Scottish sausages, Brent and
Brett
wondered in that the two boys had not claimed to be virgins, if
they
fucked each other, as they did, or if they also had boyfriends
that
they screwed. From the ease with which they'd sunk their
five-and-
a-half inch cocks up the no longer virgin assholes, it was evident
that they were experienced. Watching the two handsome brothers
fucking side by side had the Brewster twins dripping with pre-cum,
and the two boys were so horny they had to grasp their stiff cocks
below their knobs to cut off the desire before they shot off a
load.
Kirk and Alister were horny also, and they worked their itching
cocks in and out of the two boys eagerly and with increasing speed
as they felt the pressure developing in their loins. Soon Ralph
and
TJ were receiving their second shot of semen.
Brent and Brett wasted no time getting their cocks up the
two assholes, knowing that they were so hot the longer they waited
the greater the risk they were going to shoot off before getting
it up
their partners. Being the fourth pair to fuck the two boys, they
had
little difficulty penetrating them despite the size of their
cocks.
Besides having been gradually stretched by the preceding three
cocks, TJ's and Ralph's holes were well lubricated with the
spittle
and cum of the previous fuckers. As Brent and Brett worked their
cocks in and out of the two brothers, they concentrated on the
sweet pleasure of revenge besides the sweet pleasure of having a
hot piece of ass. As their thick shafts and engorged knobs stroked
the prostates of the two boys, TJ and Ralph could not help getting
hard, much to their embarrassment, and with even greater shame
when Bobby pointed out that getting their asses fucked were giving
them boners. Of course the twelve-year-old, like most of those
watching, knew that the two boys' bodies were simply reacting to
the physical stimulation of their prostates and anal rings. TJ
and
Ralph did not know that of course, and none of the boys were
about to relieve their feelings of shame and guilt and their
conclusion that much to their horror engaging in a homosexual act
was causing them to become erect.
Easing their thick, hot cocks in and out of the two boys,
Brent and Brett reached under them and began to wank them. The
two boys did not protest, but having two guys wrap their hands
about their privates and jacking them off while getting fucked
only
added to their humiliation. Despite that humiliation, the
friction of
the twins' hands brought them a familiar pleasure, and like it or
not
their stiff cocks throbbed and burned with that unique pleasure
known only to boys and men. It was not that long before they felt
their balls begin to rise. The twins slowed down the thrusting of
their hips so that they brought their partners off first, and with
the
two boys still trembling with the pleasure of their ejaculations
and
with their cocks still dripping with their cum, the twins finished
off,
filling their rectums with their own loads. Grasping the boys'
hips
tightly and thrusting their cocks deep up their rectums, They
groaned loudly with the pleasure of ejaculation.
Pulling up their underwear and pants, the group of boys
continued on their way, emerging out of the woods at the edge of
town, much to the dismay of TJ and Ralph, just fifteen minutes
later. They'd had no idea they were so close, which made their
submission and humiliation all the worst. The boys arrived back
at
the lodge just in time to wash up and join the family for supper,
a
delicious spread prepared especially for the family and consisting
of
a mixture of Canadian and Scottish dishes. Their stomachs full,
they retired to the lobby for an evening of visiting, with the
exception George and his family, who headed back to Calgary
where they wanted to spend some time before catching their flight
back to Boston the next afternoon.
"This is a very grrrand place," observed Duncan Campbell
as he looked around.
"We do enjoy it here," remarked Nat Brewster, who was
sitting beside the Scottish elder, "though we do enjoy our winters
in
Florida also. But this place can compare to the Campbell's
castles."
"Aye, they are grrrand too, but in a different way."
"Castles?" asked Bobby, his ears perking up. "You have
castles? More than one?"
"Well, nae me personally," Duncan Campbell said with a
smile. "But the Campbell clan has a number scattered throughoot
Scotland and Ireland where any member ay the clan is welcome."
"The Campbell clan has an illustrious history itself as I
recall," Nat Brewster observed, thinking back to the first time
they
had met, and the wedding of his son and Duncan Campbell's
daughter, and later visits he and his wife had made to Scotland.
"Aye, thit it does fir shair."
"Tell us aboot it, Grrrandpa," asked his grandson Douglas,
and the rest quickly agreed.
The old man smiled as he looked about at his descendants,
and the relatives of his daughter. Like Nat Brewster he was proud
of his ancestry and of his family, and fond of talking about both.
Other than that, there was little similarity between the two men.
He
was two inches shorter than Nat, standing at five-foot-nine, and
at a
hundred and sixty-five pounds, twenty-five pounds lighter. His
hair
had receded, and what he had left along the sides was cut short.
He
did have a large, thick, white moustache which continued as mutton
chops along the sides of his face. His eyes were a blue-green,
the
colour of the sea his wife often remarked, and were as bright as
any
eight-year-old's. Having spent most of his life on the sea and
outdoors, his skin was weathered though not wrinkled. At seventy-
seven he walked more slowly, and with the gait of a man more
comfortable on the swaying deck of a ship than on land. Whereas
Nat was most comfortable in his western cowboy clothes, Duncan
Campbell was most comfortable in a kilt and blouse, which he was
wearing that night along with a formal Prince Charlie jacket and
knee socks.
"Well," he began as he settled back, "the Campbell ancestry
can be traced back tae the Clann O'Duibhne, descendants of
Diarmid O'Duin and a long line ay Scottish Chieftains. The first
written record ay the name Campbell, which was originally spelled
Cambel, is that ay a landowner near Stirling in 1263. One ay our
more illustrious ancestors thit we can trace a direct lineage to
is Sir
Cailein Mor of Lochawe, Great Colin, who was attacked and killed
by men ay the Clan Dougall in 1296. He and two other Campbells,
Sir Duncan Dubh and Sir Thomas owned land in the area."
"How come they were called Sir?" asked Bobby. "Were
they knights or something?"
"Aye, the early Campbell chiefs became knights ay
Lochawe, a fresh water lake where the Campbell lords huv lived
from the thirteenth century onwards," Duncan responded with a
smile.
"Cool. How come he was killed by the . . . ah. . . ."
"Clan Dougall," finished Duncan Campbell. "Thit wis the
wae ay life back then. Scotland was ruled by many chiefs and clan
fought clan fir land and power. Archibald, the fifth Earl ay
Argyll,
had an army larger than either Mary Queen ay Scots or Queen
Elizabeth of England, and was the only Scottish or English noble
to
huv artillery. One ay our ancestors, the seventh Earl of Argyll,
persecuted and personally killed eight members ay the Clan
Macgregor in the early sixteen hundreds. I imagine he'd be
rolling
over in his grave if he ken today part ay the McGregor clan is
close
family," he observed, looking over at Gordie and smiling. "His
son
played a major part in bringing Charles the Second tae Scotland,
but was himself beheaded." The Brewster boys imagined
themselves as Scottish knights, fighting and killing for their
king,
and celebrating their victories as only the Brewster Clan would,
their day ending with being given head, not being beheaded.
"Many ay the Campbells migrated tae Canada and the
United States in the late seventeen hundreds and eighteen
hundreds," continued Duncan Campbell. "My own ancestors
stayed close tae their ancestral home of Argyll and Kintyre, one
ay
the most picturesque parts of Scotland. My great-grandfaither
Allan and his brars made thir livin' fishin' oaf the coast ay
Kintyre
as did his faither and his faither afore thit. They began a
fishing
company at Killean, which has been passed doon fae generation tae
generation ever since wi each generation adding tae the fleet
until it
is now one ay the main suppliers of cod, haddock and herring along
wi lobster and crab in Western Scotland and northern England and
Ireland. They bought the land where Campbell Manor now sits and
started the distillery thit produces some ay the finest Scotch in
the
world. My faither Colin and his faither Bruce Campbell were true
seamen though, far mair comfortable oan the deck ay a ship than
oan land. I recall ma faither telling a story aboot his faither
and
uncles spending weeks sewing taegether bits of sail they found
along the shoreline until they had a large enough canvas to erect
on
thir rowboat, and sailing it from The Mull across the thirteen
miles
ay open sea tae Ireland. The youngest ay them wis only nine and
the oldest thirteen. My grandfaither often spoke of the summers
he
and his brars spent sailing from island tae island along the
coastline
as bairns."
"Our coat of arms has a ship oan it," observed Kirk.
"Aye, our coat of arms is divided intae four quarters, two of
them further divided intae eight triangles, four gold alternating
wi
four black, and the other two wi silver ships wi sails raised and
oars
in action. It is crested wi a boar's head and bears the motto Ne
Oblviscaris, Forget Not."
"And dinnae firgit the badges," added Kirk proudly.
"Behind the coat of arms are two honorary badges, the
Hereditary Great Master of the King's Household, and the Justice-
General of Argyllshire," described Duncan, smiling at his
grandson.
"Tell us mair aboot yer grandfaither and his brars
exploring," urged Ross, having heard the stories many times and
never tiring of them. His grandfather did not tire of telling
them
either, and for the next two hours the family was entertained as
families were in the olden days, with the telling of stories.
"Dae ye think yer parents will let ye stay up a wee bit
longer?" asked Gordie to Brett and Brent as the families finally
began heading to their rooms. "To visit fir a wee bit."
"Sure," the twins chorused with wide grins. "We'll go ask."
As they thought, their parents were pleased to see both
sides of the family mixing and getting along, and readily agreed.
Gordie and his brothers having their own room, the seven boys
retired to it.
"Sae, Ah imagine ye huv been intae aw kinds ay mischief
since Ah left wi'oot me tae watch over ye," observed Gordie with a
smile as he lay down on one of the queen-sized beds. He, like his
two brothers, had worn a kilt for the evening supper, and as it
rode
up his thick, hairy legs, the four Brewsters glanced at each
other,
something that did not go unnoticed by the McGregors.
"Mischief? Us? No way," responded Benny.
"You must have us confused with someone else," observed
Brent.
"Fuck yeah. We're always well behaved," added Bobby.
"What about you?" asked Brett. "Have you seen any good
fireworks since you left America?"
"Nae like the ones Ah saw July fourth," Gordie replied with
a grin, knowing exactly what Brett was thinking. "Oh, they ken aw
aboot it," he said, noticing the four brothers glancing at Robbie
and
Ian. "When Ah returned from America they wanted tae ken
everything thit happened, and they pestered me until I telt them
every detail."
"Oh yeah," said Robbie with a grin, "every detail. Thit wis
really something thit ye pit our perr innocent brar through."
From
the smiles they exchanged the Brewster boys could see that Gordie
and his brothers had the same type of camaraderie as they had.
"The flag thing wid huv been something tae see," added Ian.
"Did it really shoot up intae the air?"
"Oh yeah. Way up," said Benny, and the four boys and
Gordie and his brothers laughed as they thought back about the
night the Brewster brothers had tied up their older cousin and had
inserted a paper flag in his peehole before wanking him off. All
seven felt a stirring between their legs and they sat there in
silence
for a moment, enjoying the feeling, and wondering how they could
bring up what they were thinking and wishing.
"So . . . well, do you three . . . you know . . . do stuff
together?" asked Benny finally.
The three glanced at each other. "Oh, aye, we dae," said
Gordie for the three of them, glad Benny had raised the question,
and not surprised that he was the one who had.
"Nae sae much any mair though," advised Robbie. "Gordie
has a girlfriend now thit taks care ay thit need fir him." There
was a
hint of regret in his voice.
"But when she doesnae he's sae horny ye dinnae dare bend
over in front ay him," observed Ian, and the boys all laughed.
"Robbie has someone sweet oan him too," observed Gordie.
"But thit dinnae stop him from begging me tae git him oaf at
night," observed Ian.
"Begging? What are ye talking aboot? Yer the one begging
tae git me oaf, ye cock hound," joked Robbie. "What aboot ye
lads, ye goat someone special?"
"Yeah, Brent and me have boyfriends," said Brett.
"And Bobby and me got a close buddy," added Benny.
"Sae, ye lads, ye know, poofs?" asked Robbie, staring down
at the floor uncomfortably.
"We are," said Brent, looking at his twin brother. "Benny
and Bobby are just plain horny."
"Sounds like Robbie," joked Ian.
"Sae, ye feelin' horny taenight?" asked Robbie with a hint of
hope.
"We're always feeling horny," observed Bobby, to which his
three brothers agreed.
"Ye git a favourite thing ye like daein?"
The boys looked at each other. "No, not really," responded
Brett. "We all like jerking and sucking, though I guess Bobby and
Brent prefer getting fucked while Benny and I prefer doing the
fucking. Benny's the best rimmer, and Bobby's a regular cock
hound too. How about you guys?"
"We aw pretty much like everything," responded Robbie for
the three of them, "though Ah guess Ah like sucking and being
sucked mair and Gordie likes fucking arse. Ian will dae
anything."
"Wi anything," joked Gordie to their amusement.
The four Brewsters looked at each other. "Bobby," they
chorused.
"I nivir had a chance tae fuck arse afore taeday," observed
Ian. "This afternoon wis fuckin' awesome."
"Want another chance?" asked Bobby with a gleam in his
eye.
Ian hesitated. "Ye mean like me and you?"
"Sure."
"Aw right," Ian said with a huge grin, practically shouting
his answer.
"What about you?" asked Brent, looking at Robbie. "What
would you like to do?"
"Anything," Robbie responded. He glanced over at Brett
and then back at Brent. "Ah've nivir done anything wi twins
afore."
"Well, we can do something about that," responded Brent.
"I guess that leaves you and me," Benny observed, glancing
over at Gordie. From the twinkle in Benny's eyes he was delighted
with that partnering, and from the look on Gordie's face and the
stirring in his kilt, so was he.
Wrapping an arm about Ian's waist, Bobby looked into his
steel-grey eyes, and leaning forward, kissed him on the lips. His
lips were soft and smooth, and his breath sweet. Drawing Ian's
body close to his, he closed his eyes and kissed his distant
cousin
again. His cock began to swell in his jeans and as it pressed
against
Ian's crotch, Bobby could feel through his jeans and Ian's kilt
something swelling between Ian's legs also. Slipping his hands
down over Ian's butt and up under his kilt, he found the boy
wasn't
wearing anything underneath, much to his delight. He ran his hot
hands over Ian's firm, round buns, delighting in their smoothness.
Pulling Bobby's shirt out of his pants, Ian slipped his hands
under it
to massage Bobby's back while Bobby massaged his ass. The two
twelve-year-old boys exchanged kisses more and more passionately
as they caressed each other there at the foot of the queen-sized
bed
and their cocks began to rise.
As Robbie watched the two preteens kissing and caressing,
his cock began to swell also, and as Brent and Brett stepped up on
either side of him, it began to swell all the faster. Seeing he
was
getting turned on by watching the two prepubescent boys, Brent
and Brett kissed him on the cheeks, forehead, and bridge of the
nose. As they unbuttoned his shirt, he unbuttoned theirs.
Slipping
his shirt off his shoulders, Brent and Brett immediately began to
kiss his chest, running their lips lightly over his breasts and
even
more lightly over his nipples. They playfully nibbled on his
teats
and then sucked on them, and the three of them quickly grew hard.
Removing their shirts, Robbie caressed their smooth chests and
played with their nipples as he squirmed with the pleasure of
having
his own irritated nips sucked. Having never had the opportunity
to
play with a boy's nipple that was pierced, he fiddled with Brent's
nipple ring, much to Brent's delight.
While his kid brother was kissing up a storm with Ian and
his twin brothers were kissing and caressing Robbie, Benny joined
Gordie on the bed. Having him lay on his back, Benny straddled
his
body with his back to his face and had Gordie raise his hips and
throw his feet over his head. That, of course, caused his kilt to
fall
back, exposing his genitals and his butt. Benny wasted no time as
he immediately bent over and kissed Gordie's butthole. Gordie did
not waste any time either, reaching up and unzipping the boy's
cargo pants and pulling them down, and then reaching up and
pulling down his navy blue briefs. With Benny's smooth, tight
butt
exposed and directly above Gordie's face, the twenty-year-old
Scottish university student raised his head and ran his hot, wet
tongue along the fourteen-year-old's butt crack. He delighted in
the salty taste, and in the eroticism of licking the butthole of a
randy
fourteen-year-old, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply with the
pleasure of having his own asshole rimmed.
Slipping his hands around to the front, Bobby cupped Ian's
smooth, hairless balls and ran his other hand up over his pubes
which were as smooth and as hairless as his own. Wrapping his
hands about the boy's swollen cock, he began to tug it. Ian undid
Bobby's belt and pulled down his fly, and pushing down his jeans,
discovered the twelve-year-old was wearing a sexy pair of black
tangas. He also discovered a hard, hot bone bulging them out.
Pushing them down, he squatted and helped Bobby step out of his
lowered jeans and underwear. As Ian quickly took off his shirt
and
kilt, Bobby removed his own shirt and the two boys, wearing now
only their socks, once again kissed and caressed each other, their
cocks stiff and standing up in the air like two fleshy swords
ready to
duel.
Brent and Brett helped Robbie out of his kilt and quickly
removed their own pants and their boxer shorts, and their socks.
Totally naked, the two handsome, long-haired blond twins and their
curly haired cousin lay down on the floor. Robbie cupped Brent's
large, hairy balls and rolled his eggs in the palm of his hand
while
Brett did the same to him and Brent did the same to his twin
brother. Brent had put in his foreskin ring, and Robbie fingered
it
with curiosity. Robbie, like his older brother Gordie, had an
earthy,
down-home appearance. Although the same age as the twins, he
was over an inch taller and fifteen pounds heavier, each pound
being solid muscle. His jaw line shadow of a beard showed he was
shaving regularly, which added to his sexy appearance. Like his
older brother he had a thick mop of curly, dark brown hair, thick
eyebrows, steel grey eyes, and high cheek bones, all of which the
twins found particularly sexy.
Benny had meanwhile drawn off Gordie's kilt and Gordie
had removed Benny's cargo pants and briefs. Clad only in their
socks and their half-unbuttoned shirts, the two resumed rimming
each other, worming their tongues into each other's assholes.
Benny was an expert rimmer, and loved the act more than anything
else. He pressed his lips against Gordie's asshole and forced his
tongue up into his rectum in an obscene type of French kiss, and
he
sucked on his older cousin's hole as he felt Gordie's tongue
wriggling into his own anal cavity and Gordie's thick lips press
against his pucker. The two were fully erect, and their stiff
cocks
jerked with arousal as the two sucked ass.
By this time Bobby had backed up and lain on the other
queen-sized bed on his back and Ian had followed him. Spreading
his legs and raising them in the air, Bobby reached down and
grasping his hips raised them off the bed. Ian quickly grabbed
the
pillows at the head of the bed and slipped them under his twelve-
year-old cousin's hips. Then, kneeling on the bed before Bobby,
Ian shuffled forward on his knees and grasping his stiff cock by
the
base, he guided it so the tip was pressed against Bobby's eager
hole. As he pressed forward, Bobby eagerly pushed out with his
stomach muscles and the two twelve-year-old's united. Bobby
inhaled with delight as he felt Ian's four-inch cock slip up his
ass
until his balls were pressing against Ian's naked pubes. His own
cock, half an inch longer than Ian's, jerked excitedly as Ian's
cock
pressed against Bobby's prostate.
Laying on the floor at the foot of the bed, Ian's brother
slipped his lips about Brent's lower ball sack and sucked gently
on
it as Brent began to lick his twin brother's low-hung, sweaty
balls.
Brett at the same time caressed Ian's sack with his smooth lips
and
licked them where they joined Robbie's stiff, twitching cock. He
continued up along the underside of the thick, blue-veined shaft.
Robbie's foreskin had slipped back off the swollen knob, and Brett
ran his tongue up along the groove on the underside of his
cousin's
cockhead to the tip, causing it to jerk with arousal. Continuing
on
along the top of Robbie's blood-engorged knob, Brett ran his
tongue along the sensitive rim, sending thrills of pleasure though
the boy's cockhead and down his shaft. Sighing with pleasure,
Robbie slipped his thick lips over Brent's knob and part way down
the slope head, pausing before he reached the rim of Brent's knob
and sucking on the slightly more than seven inch fuckmeat. Brent
quivered with pleasure and resisted the temptation to sink his
cock
further up Robbie's mouth so that his lips could satisfy the itch
along the rim of his knob. At the same time he slipped his lips
over
his brother's knob and sucked on it as he'd sucked on it a
thousand
times before.
Benny and Gordie were sucking ass big time by then.
Sucking hard on Gordie's hole, Benny struck his straining pucker
with the tip of his tongue as an adder would strike at the air
with its
own tongue to taste what was happening. Benny was delighted
with the taste assaulting his tastebuds and his mind, and he
inhaled
the musky fragrance of his cousin's hole in ecstasy. At the same
time his dick was twitching and jerking with arousal, the result
of
Gordie's tongue licking and caressing Benny's asshole. Benny ran
his tongue over Gordie's puckered anal ring, sending pleasure
through Gordie's rectum as well as his own mind. To Benny there
was nothing more erotic than licking another guy's asshole, except
perhaps having your own hole rimmed at the same time.
His kid brother would disagree. As he lay there on his back
with his legs up in the air and his cousin eagerly humping him,
he'd
say there was nothing more erotic than having a hot, hard cock up
your ass. Knowing this was only Ian's second time made it all the
more erotic. He squirmed with the pleasure of being fucked, and
the pleasure of knowing the boy fucking him was practically a
virgin. He squeezed his anal ring shut on the slender four-inch
cock
easing out of his hole and then relaxed it as he felt his cousin
pause
with his knob at the entry to his hole and then slowly sink his
cock
back up him. The stimulation of his anal sphincter and the
stimulation of his prostate were sending ripples of pleasure
through
his butt and up his rectum and up the shaft of his own erect cock.
Ian would agree with his twelve-year-old cousin that
fucking ass was the most erotic of the acts between two guys. He
worked his hips to and fro slowly at first, enjoying the throbbing
pleasure causing his entire cock to pulse like he'd never felt it
pulse
before. Having your aching bone surrounded by hot, moist,
pulsating flesh was unbelievable, and he could not resist the
temptation to increase his speed. So he thrust his hips to and
fro,
driving his cocklet in and out of his cousin's eager asshole,
pressing
his naked pubes against his cousin's smooth butt cheeks, and then
withdrawing. The pressure in his loins gradually built, and as it
built his pumping motion became more irregular and still faster.
The three boys on the floor were rapidly approaching their
climaxes also. Brett sucked eagerly on his Scottish cousin's
sausage as he worked his lips up and down the length of the
throbbing cock that, at only half an inch shorter than his own,
was
an impressive size for a sixteen-year-old, size evidently also
running
in the McGregor clan. Robbie could not completely swallow
Brent's cock, being slightly more than seven inches long, but he
did
his best, going down at least three-quarters of the way until
Brent's
swollen knob was pressing against the back of his mouth. His
tongue could not resist checking out Brent's foreskin ring and
flipping it, much like a guy's tongue can't keep away from a sore
tooth. He matched his breathing with his bobbing so that he was
able to inhale when at the peak of his bobbing and he only had
Brent's knob in his mouth. As he inhaled the fragrant air thick
with
the aroma of sweat and balls, he felt himself approaching his
peak.
Brent and Brett were feeling the same as they deeply inhaled and
exhaled, Brent delighting in having his cock sucked by his hot-
looking Scottish cousin, and Brett delighting in having his cock
expertly blown by his twin brother.
Benny and Gordie were panting loudly as they sucked on
each other's ass, and they inhaled deeply and held it before
exhaling
as they felt the pleasure in their loins build to that final
point. Their
cocks went numb and the two wormed their tongues up each
other's hole in desperation as their climaxes hit. Gordie, laying
on
his back with his hips and asshole in the air, shot first. His
long,
thick cock jerked like a fireman's hose as his cum spurted out of
it
in a series of squirts. He sprayed his hairy chest and his
stomach
with streamers of hot, creamy cum, which stuck in globules in his
hair and oozed down over his body in rivulets. Benny, straddling
his cousin and practically sitting on his face, trembled and
groaned
with ecstasy as his own cum spurted out of his body, striking his
twenty-year-old cousin's stomach and hairy pubes. It stuck in
Gordie's thick, curly hairs and ran in streams down over his
stomach to collect in his belly button and in the wrinkle formed
from having his butt thrust in the air. It was not often that
he'd
found someone who loved to rim, and who did it as well as he did,
and Benny quivered with delight as he blasted his Scottish cousin
with his cum.
Bobby and Ian groaned with their own ecstasy, ripples of
pleasure pulsating through their smooth groins. Ian thrust his
cocklet in and out of his American cousin's ass as his dry orgasm
ripped through his loins. The pleasure of his dry climax was
evident from the look of pure pleasure on his face, and from the
way he thrust his cock in and out of his cousin. Bobby's pleasure
was just as evident as he closed his eyes and groaned and squirmed
in ecstasy, his cocklet jerking and throbbing with his dry climax
as
he closed and opened his sphincter in a desperate attempt to cum.
As the two twelve-year-olds squirmed and groaned with
their dry climaxes, the three sixteen-year-old boys on the floor
were
squirming and groaning with their own. Robbie quivered as he shot
his load into his American cousin's mouth. Brett eagerly
swallowed the hot, tart cream, but there was too much for him to
keep up and it slowly began to collect in his mouth. He, at the
same time, was filling his twin brother's mouth with his own
creamy load. Brent had no hesitancy in allowing his twin
brother's
slimy, thick load to collect in his mouth, and he savoured the
taste
of his brother's cum and delighted in the erotic knowledge that
Brett had brought off his Scottish cousin, who was about to bring
him off also. He trembled as the first wave of his climax swept
through his groin, and his low-hung nuts constricted, shooting his
cum up his cock and into his cousin's mouth. Robbie swallowed
the copious offering, and quivered with the eroticism of
swallowing
his cousin's juice while at the same time his cousin's twin
brother
was swallowing his own creamy, bitter shot. The three boys' cocks
throbbed in unison, and itched and ached with pleasure as each of
the boys sucked the cock in his mouth dry.
They lay there for the longest time revelling in the pleasure
of their climax, and the pleasure of their partner. Gradually
their
breathing returned to normal and their stiff, wet dicks began to
go
down. Despite the number of times they'd already shot off that
day, they were not yet satisfied, and moving dreamlike and almost
in slow motion they sorted themselves out into new combinations.
Gordie found himself on his back with Bobby playing with
his limp dick and balls and with Brent's crotch before his face.
As
his Scottish cousin fondled his low-hung balls and his semi-erect
cock, Brent reached over and did the same with Ian while his twin
brother ran a finger up Ian's butt crack and caressed his tender
pucker. Benny meanwhile could not resist playing with his kid
brother's cocklet and running his fingers over his smooth pubes,
leaving his own playthings available to Robbie who readily reached
over and fondled them with one hand while he ran a finger
playfully
up Benny's crack. It was not long before all seven boys were hard
once again.
Straddling Gordie and facing him, Bobby slowly backed
down on his long, thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cock, having first
coated it with his spittle. His sphincter slowly stretched open
for
the second McGregor cock, having earlier been penetrated by
Gordie's kid brother. He grunted and panted with exertion and
desire as he strained to open his asshole as wide as he could.
Slipping his tongue between his lips and pressing down on it, he
concentrated on impaling himself on Gordie's thick member.
Gordie lay there motionlessly as he felt Bobby's sphincter ever so
slowly slip up the slope of his knob until finally it passed the
rim
and snapped shut behind it. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as
Bobby continued down his shaft until his cock was embedded up
Bobby's hot, tight ass and his coarse hairs were tickling his
backside.
Having slipped a pillow under Brent's hips, Gordie twisted
around so he could rim the gorgeous blond teenager's asshole while
his kid brother rode his cock. Ian had meanwhile crawled above
Brent and straddling him with a knee and elbow on either side of
his
body, he went down on his erect cock. Like his older brother, he
was fascinated by Brent's foreskin ring, and he licked the loose
skin
and flipped the ring with his tongue as he licked the rim of
Brent's
knob. That left his own cock sticking out above Brent's face and
the horny teenager eagerly reached up and bent the four-inch dick
down to his mouth. With Ian's young ass conveniently displayed,
Brett knelt behind the twelve-year-old boy and holding his cock by
the base and placing the tip against the boy's asshole, he slowly
pressed forward. Ian pushed out as he felt Brett trying to
penetrate
him, and he inhaled deeply as he felt the blond teenager's
cockhead
stretch open his sphincter. Ever so slowly Brett stretched it
open
until his knob popped in the boy's rectum, and he slowly eased
forward, sinking his cock up the twelve-year-old's ass.
Crawling over to Gordie on his hands and knees on the
other side, Benny slipped his mouth over his kid brother's smooth
cocklet and allowed him to fuck his mouth as he rode up and down
on Gordie's cock. That left his ass conveniently displayed for
Robbie who eagerly knelt behind his horny fourteen-year-old cousin
and pressed his cock against his hole. This was not something new
to the bisexual teen, and he easily got his cock wedged up Benny's
ass. Benny quickly pushed out and opened his asshole for his
Scottish cousin. Embedding his cock deep up Benny's rectum,
Robbie reached around under him and grasped his stiff cock with
his right hand. Benny shivered with the multiple pleasures
assaulting his body and mind, Bobby eagerly fucking his mouth with
his four-and-a-half-inch cocklet and Robbie eagerly fucking his
ass
with his seven incher and jerking him off at the same time.
Gordie was delighting in his multiple pleasures also,
enjoying the hot, moist, unbelievably tight ass of the youngest
Brewster and the delightful, musky ass of his older brother, the
one
enveloped about his stiff, throbbing cock, and the other having
his
tongue buried up it. He pressed his lips against Brent's pucker
and
sucked on it as he felt the ripples of pleasure pulsating through
his
cockhead and down his shaft, his cock throbbing in time with the
hot, young rectum surrounding it. Brent meanwhile eagerly sucked
on the slender young wiener in his mouth as his one cousin sucked
on his ass and his other cousin sucked on his own cock. He
delighted in feeling Gordie's tongue wedged up his hole and the
erotic suction on his anus, and he delighted in Ian's hot, moist
mouth sliding up and down his stiff cock.
Twelve-year-old Ian's head was spinning with the pleasure
he was receiving from both twins. Brent, laying underneath him,
was eagerly sucking on his cocklet and working his lips up and
down its length, evidently having sucked plenty of cock from the
way he was blowing him, applying both a massage and a suction,
and varying his rhythm so at one time he was sucking on just the
knob and the next moment he had his entire cock in his mouth right
up to his balls. At the same time his twin brother was working
his
cock in and out of his ass, thrusting it in up to his hairy
crotch, and
drawing it out until the knob was stretching open his sphincter.
With each thrust and withdrawal his knob brushed against his
prostate, sending ripples through his groin. As Brett grasped his
hips and worked his cock in and out of his body, he at the same
time was slipping his lips up and down the identical cock of
Brett's
twin brother.
Ian's own brother, Robbie, was fucking the middle Brewster
brother, who was being face fucked by his kid brother. Watching
Robbie thrusting his cock in and out of Benny's ass and seeing the
look of delight in his eyes got Ian all the hotter and he sucked
on
Brent eagerly as he felt the pressure developing in his groin.
Robbie was feeling the same pressure as he eased his cock in and
out of Benny's ass, delighting in having his cock surrounded by
hot,
moist flesh, and delighting in the way Benny worked his sphincter
in
time with him, clamping his asshole tight about his cock as he
withdrew it and then relaxing his grip as he sank his cock back
in.
Benny closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt Robbie's cock pumping
in and out of his ass and his hand pumping up and down his cock as
his kid brother fucked his mouth. This had to be what heaven was
like.
Unable to hold back, Benny shot his thick boy juice into the
air, the load arching over Gordie and striking Brent laying on the
other side. Feeling the hot, sticky streamer from his younger
brother strike his chest and run down over his ribs, Brent
exploded,
shooting his load into Ian's mouth. He shot quickly and
copiously,
filling the twelve-year-old's mouth with his tart cum, which oozed
out from the corners of his lips and back down Brent's long, thick
cock. Ian trembled with his dry orgasm as he eagerly swallowed
Brent's cum, and as he shivered with his climax he felt Brett ram
his
cock deep up his ass and grasp his hips as the sixteen-year-old
shot
his load also. This was totally unbelievable for the Scottish
preteen,
trembling with his own powerful orgasm as twin boys filled his
body with their cum, one shooting it in his mouth and the other
shooting it up his ass.
As the force of Benny's ejaculation lessened, his streamers
of cum laced Gordie's body as Robbie grasped his hips and shot his
own load up his fourteen-year-old cousin's ass. At the same time
Gordie's thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cannon shot the first of his
shots of cum up Bobby's ass. He came copiously, filling the
twelve-year-old's rectum with his thick, creamy load and causing
the youngster to tremble and whimper with his own orgasm.
Ripples of pleasure pulsated through Bobby's groin and up his
slender cocklet which was still being tightly clenched by his
brother's lips.
The room was filled with deep, heavy breathing and gasps
of pleasure as the seven boys lay and knelt there in a daze.
Nothing
could compare to getting their nuts off and getting the nuts of
others off at the same time. Their chests heaved and they inhaled
the cum scented air dreamily. With eyes half-closed and with
smiles
curling their lips, they disentangled and lay stretched out on the
bed
in a blissful daze. Hands reached out and found other hands and
naked bodies.
Some time later, the four Brewster brothers finally slipped
on their clothes and began to tiptoe quietly to their room. They
had
not gotten far when they met their Scottish cousins from Killean
also tiptoeing down the hall.
"Where you guys going?" whispered Brett.
"We're gaun tae the exercise room," replied Douglas.
"Strange time to be going for exercise," observed Benny
suspiciously.
"We cannae sleep," explained Kirk.
"Stomach aches?" asked Brent.
"Something's aching fir shair, but nae our stomachs,"
Alister observed with a suggestive leer.
"Like tae join us fir a wee bit?" asked Ross hopefully.
"We'd fir fuckin' shair love tae join ye," replied Bobby for
his three brothers, and the eight boys headed down to the exercise
room for some exercise with wide grins and a stirring in their
trousers.