Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2002 14:17:31 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brewsters Celebrate Memorial Day Weekend (t/t t/b t/m m/b b/dolphin/t)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
celebrating Memorial Day with their dad, a pod of dolphins and some new
friends in the Bahamas where they reminisce about their discovery of sex.
This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment
only.  Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form
for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those
described here.  This is the thirty-sixth story in the Brewster boys
special events and myths series.  This Memorial Day while you remember
those who gave their lives in the service of their country, you might want
to take along some condoms just in case you run into some horny friends,
relatives, strangers or dolphins.  Praise and story ideas can be sent to
the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com

	       THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

				  DAY ONE

  "Where?"
  "Bimini."
  "Bimini?  Where the fu-, fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud is that?" asked
Bobby, looking up from his supper.
  "It is the closest of the Bahama Islands, just forty miles east of
Miami."
  "Hey, cool!" said Benny.  "If we're going to be in Florida maybe we can
stop and vis-ow!"
  "Oh yeah, I love to vis-ow," observed Bobby.
  "What happened, honey?" asked Brenda, looking at her third oldest son.
  "Bit your tongue, didn't you?" prompted Brett, who had kicked his younger
brother under the table.
  "That's Benny, shovelling his food in his mouth."
  "Naw, that's Brent."
  "Un-un, Brent's the one that sucks his food in, like a vacuum cleaner."
  "Oh yeah.  I always get the two confused."
  "I don't suck my food in."
  "You suck, brother, honest," said Brett with a grin.
  "Oh yeah, big time," agreed Benny, his eyes sparkling.
  "Oh yeah," added Bobby.  "If anyone ever asks which brother sucks ."
  "Boys, that's quite enough," warned Brenda.
  "So, if a person is from Bimini, is he a Biminian?" asked Benny, quickly
changing the topic.
  "Or a Biminio?"
  "How about a Bimbo?" suggested Benny, immediately realizing that was not
a suggestion he should have made.
  "What do you know about bimbos?" asked Brenda as everyone fell silent.
  "Ah, well, nothing," Benny said.  "Nothing at all."
  "Isn't that what Grandpa Campbell said Cousin Gordie was seeing?"
  "Yeah, that's where I heard it," said Benny quickly.
  "That a Scottish word, Mom?"
  "Yeah, what is a bimbo anyway?"
  "Ah, well, dear, why don't you finish telling the boys your news first?"
Brenda asked, hoping by the time her husband was finished the boys would
have forgotten their question.
  The boys turned to look at their dad, having successfully diverted any
suspicion about Benny's vocabulary once again.
  "Well, as I was saying, WeCare Pet Supplies is doing a commercial on our
aquarium line, and the advertising department figured doing a commercial
during the Annual Memorial Day Weekend Fishing Tournament in Bimini would
be an excellent time and location.  So they've asked me to go down to
ensure everything goes all right, and since it is the Memorial Day weekend,
they're going to pay for the entire family to fly down and spend the
weekend on Bimini."
  "Wicked."
  "Oh yeah, totally."
  "Wow, like this will be the triplet's first air plane ride."
  "That will be so cool."
  "Well, your mother and the triplets won't be going all the way with us."
  "They won't?"
  "Aw, why not Mom?"
  "I have some things to take care of in Orlando," Brenda said.  From the
tone of her voice, the boys knew from experience they didn't want to pursue
that conversation.  There was only one reason their mother would want to be
going to Orlando, the same reason Benny had been about to suggest they stop
and for which Brett had kicked him in the shins, knowing any mention of
Orlando or their uncle James was taboo.  Ever since the announcement that
their uncle was gay, and going to get married, their mother had made her
disapproval perfectly clear.  That had come as a big surprise, considering
how tolerant she normally was, and had caused the boys some worry
considering Brent and Brett had come out to their brothers, and their
father.
  "So . . .  we're not going to celebrate Memorial Day together like we
always do?" Brent asked tentatively.
  "Actually, we've only been celebrating Memorial Day since moving to
America."
  "But we always had a May long weekend in Canada."
  "That was Victoria Day."
  "Oh yeah.  We had some wicked Victoria Day holidays," said Brent,
thinking back to some of the hot fun the four of them had experienced when
they had lived in Alberta.
  "Sure did," sighed his three brothers, thinking the same thing.  They
reached under the table to adjust what had suddenly come up.
  Brenda smiled at her four boys. They were so close, and they so did enjoy
their holidays.  "Anyway, we will be celebrating Memorial Day as a family."
  "We will?"
  "There are many who are opposed to celebrating Memorial Day on the last
Monday, and want to return it to when it was originally, May 30.  So when
this opportunity came up," Brenda said, looking at her husband meaningfully
and the boys gathering by opportunity she was referring more to her plans
than that of WeCare Pet Supplies, "your father and I decided he and you
four boys would go to Bimini, and on May the 30th we'd remember those
ancestors of yours who have dedicated their lives in service of their
country like we should."
  "We have ancestors who dedicated their lives in service of their
country?"  asked Bobby with wide-eyed surprise.
  "Just as you and I figured," Brenda said, looking at her husband.
"Moving every holiday to a Friday or Monday to make it a long weekend for
families has taken away the meaning of them."
  "So, you the chairwoman?" asked Brent.
  "Chairwoman?"
  "Of the CMMDBT."
  "The what?"
  "Of the Committee to Move Memorial Day Back to the Thirtieth."
  The boys and Barry could not hold back their impish grins, and Brenda had
to laugh.  Her reputation of chairing committees and taking on
controversial and patriotic issues was well known.  "Well, not this year,"
she said with a grin.
  The rest of the supper was spent talking about the Memorial Day Weekend
in Bimini, their uncles and great-uncles and aunts and great-aunts who had
served in past wars, and about the significance of Memorial Day.  Their
mother's plans for the last weekend in May and their Uncle James were two
topics carefully avoided even though his wedding in Palm Springs in June
was fast approaching.  Finally Friday, May 24, the Brewster clan headed off
for the airport, the entire family carrying miniature flags of the British
Ensign in commemoration of Victoria Day, which was traditionally on the
twenty-fourth but like most other holidays moved to a Monday, in this case
the twentieth, to make it a long weekend, which the boys pointed out was
screwy since in this case a Friday holiday was a long weekend too.
  Of course they got a lot of strange looks, upon which one or another of
the boys would explain that they were descendants of William Brewster, who
came from England on the Mayflower, and from their Grandfather Nat Brewster
who lived in Alberta, Canada, where they once lived and which celebrated
British holidays, and that the day was Victoria Day even though it was
celebrated on the twentieth this year, which was dumb.  When they were not
busy explaining their flags, they joked with their mother that she should
also be the chairwoman of the Committee to Move Victoria Day Back to the
Twenty-fourth, or she could combine the two and be in charge of the
CMMD&VDBT&T.  Brett observed that sounded like a railroad and the boys
tried to come up with a possible name, when they were not checking out the
hot guys at the airport.  It helped keep their minds off the upcoming
separation of the family in Miami, and how upset their mother was about
Uncle James's plans.
  Blissfully they did not have much time between flights to think about the
issue, Barry and the boys catching a flight to the North Bimini Airport
thirty minutes after landing in Miami and Brenda and the triples catching a
bus to Orlando.  Having never ridden in a seaplane before, the twenty-five
minute flight was far too short for the boys.  Catching a shuttle to their
weekend accommodation, the Bimini Blue Water Resort, a white frame,
twelve-room guest house on top of a small knoll, Barry and the boys were
thrilled.  The room had two double beds plus a sofa that pulled out to form
a third bed that the boys learned was called a Bahama bed, rattan-like
furniture which the boys thought was awesome, wood-veneer walls, a small
television and mini-fridge, its own bathroom with a large shower stall, and
picture window doors opening onto a private patio that looked out over the
marina.  The five Brewster men picked up a double banana split and reviewed
the itinerary for the next three days and the promotional material about
the island out on their patio as the sky and ocean turned a brilliant
scarlet.  It had been an exciting day, and with the twins settling in one
bed, Bobby and Benny in the other, and Barry on the Bahama bed, the five
were soon sound asleep.
  Early the next morning they dressed in their new clothes, courtesy of
Barry's company, wide-legged Bermuda shorts, bright print short-sleeved
shirts, and straw hats, and were picked up by their hosts, Samuel Moss and
his two sons, fifteen-year-old Wiley and twelve-year-old Nigel, and taken
over to the Bimini Big Game Resort and Marina where the weekend fishing
tournament was being held.  The photography crew and the advertising
executive sent down by WeCare Pet Supplies were ready to go, and the
Brewsters and their hosts spent the next hour watching them film the
fishing teams setting up, with the Brewster boys checking out their hosts
whenever they could.  Wiley, who was wearing a bright yellow short-sleeved
shirt and white shorts, was almost the same height and weight as the twins.
He was a handsome boy, with tightly curled, black hair braided in corn
rows, dark black skin the colour of licorice, thick sensuous lips, and sexy
chocolate brown eyes.  His brother, dressed identically except with a
bright orange shirt, had chubbier cheeks and a rounder face, and his body
still had a bit of roundness and less definition than his older brother's,
though both boys were evidently physically active and in good shape from
the way their biceps and their thighs bulged and flexed when they helped
set up some fishing gear for the crew to film, something the Brewster
brothers were quick to notice.
  "Located right where the waters of the Gulf Stream and the Bahama Banks
meet, Bimini is at the heart of big game fishing territory.  Marlin, tuna,
sailfish, wahoo, grouper, and swordfish are just some of the many types of
fish that are abundant here.  Bimini's outstanding reputation for fishing
attracts people from all over the world who are seeking to catch a trophy
fish.  It is no surprise that over fifty world records have been set in the
waters of Bimini.  Just as famous for setting world records is WeCare Pet
Supplies, which has a range of aquarium and fish supplies to meet your
needs for the smallest minnow to the largest swordfish," recited the actor
that had been hired for the commercial.
  Satisfied with the arrangements, Barry and his sons continued on with
their hosts to Captain Jerome's Deep Sea Fishing where a four-hour fishing
trip had been arranged by Barry's company and where Captain Jerome's mate
took pictures of the father, sons and their hosts fishing from the stern of
the Miss Bonita, a thirty-four-foot Hatteras that comfortably accommodated
the two adults and six boys in addition to the captain and mate.  It being
a totally new experience for the Brewsters, they needed a lot of help,
especially with the live bait, which Bobby wanted to take back home as
aquarium pets, and the lures, which Brent figured would be fun to collect
and which his brothers teased would also make great earrings, nipple rings,
and, out of hearing of the adults, decorations down south.  The Moss boys,
both of whom sported small silver studs in their earlobes, were
particularly interested in that.
  The boys had a lot of fun learning about the modern equipment on the
fishing schooner, like the fish finder and the depth gauge to help them
find the best fishing spots, and the different fish they might catch, the
bluefin tuna bringing generally winkled noses and comments about tuna
helper, the Snapper bringing comments about Bobby first thing in the
morning, the Grouper sideways glances and thoughts of group sex with their
hosts, and for their hosts thoughts of messing around with the four
American boys unbeknownst to them, and the Amberjack bringing giggles all
around.  They saw a lot of fish swimming near the surface along the side of
their boat, and several huge Bluefin Tuna, singularly and in pairs, leaping
out of the water in the distance, with their beautiful, steely blue back,
silvery sides and cheek, and colourful yellow, black, silvery, and
reddish-brown fins.  The sea water caused their iridescent pink and green
tinted sides to gleam in the morning sun.  The thought of actually catching
one of the ten-foot long, thousand-pound fish was awesome, but the boys and
even their father concluded that they were much too beautiful to catch,
besides the obvious downside of having to eat tuna for the next twenty
years.
  Two hours into their trip they caught their first fish, their father
landing a Red Grouper.  The three foot long fish was not considered one of
the most sporting of the big fish, generally not giving that big a fight,
but it fought hard enough for Barry.  Benny pointed out that its pointed
head and large mouth with the lower jaw projecting beyond the upper made it
look sort of like Bobby, and Brett observed that the olive grey fish
clouded with pale olive and blotched with grayish-white was actually quite
ugly, which he, Brent and Benny chorused also made it look like Bobby, to
which their younger brother gave them a discrete finger when the adults
were not looking.
  Shortly thereafter they spotted several Blue Marlin, an awesome sight,
the fish being up to fifteen feet long and a thousand pounds with their
upper jaw elongated to form a rounded, slender sword, and with their back
and sides a dark blue with a coppery tint and their sides and belly a pale
gray-blue with 13 vertical stripes.  Again the five dreamed what it might
be like to have such a monster fish at the end of their line.
  They caught one other fish that morning, and although it was on Bobby's
line, his three brothers all helped him reel the sport fish in and the four
claimed joint ownership, although they could not help observing that it had
to be Bobby to catch an Amberjack.  The flattened fish, a foot and a half
deep and five feet long, was five inches taller than Bobby, and weighing in
at ninety-one pounds, was seven pounds heavier.  When they were told the
fish normally follows larger fish and feeds on their leftovers, Barry could
not help observing that was a lot like Benny, who at fourteen had developed
a voracious appetite to challenge his older brothers and who was guaranteed
to clean up everything in sight at the end of the meal so that they seldom
had leftovers.  Of course that was met with agreement by Benny's three
brothers and resulted in some good-natured hair- tousling and horseplay all
around.
  They returned to the dock in great spirits and had hundreds of great
still pictures and a video to splice in with the fishing tournament
advertisement they were making, and to make several dozen other
commercials.  The four Brewster boys and the two Moss boys were too
photogenic for the mate to have resisted.  They also had voracious
appetites and headed off with their hosts for a novel treat of lobster in a
bun, potato chips, and iced lime drinks, the boys leaving the coleslaw for
their fathers.
  That afternoon was spent touring the tiny island nation and learning a
bit about its history, and getting to know their hosts in a way that only
the Brewster family could get to know them.  With the two adults in the
front, Benny, Bobby and Nigel in the middle, and the twins and Wiley in the
third row of seats in the minivan, they headed south, learning as they
travelled that Bimini was the original name of the islands given by the
local Indians, the Lucayan Indians, who originated from South America.  The
islands, being only nine and a half square miles and consisting actually of
three strips of land, were of little interest to the Spaniards, though they
were explored by the Spanish sea-captain Juan Ponce de Leon who discovered
the islands in 1513 in his search for the magical Fountain of Youth, but
having been unable to find it, had carried on his search in Florida.  The
Mosses, they learned, were descendants of West African slaves that had been
brought to the island in the early eighteen-hundreds.  The Brewsters soon
found that they, like most of the inhabitants, and like the Brewsters
themselves, were laid-back and very friendly, and had a great sense of
humour and loved to celebrate.
  A short distance from the south airport, they pulled into a large parking
lot teaming with tourists, mostly the families of the men who had come for
the fishing tournament.  There beside a small pool enclosed by a low stone
fence was a marker proclaiming the pool to be the authentic Fountain of
Youth.  After the usual tourist type pictures were taken, their guides took
them less than half a mile further east and pulled over into an unmarked
gravel pullover that could accommodate no more than two cars.  Leading them
through the dense, lush undergrowth along a narrow, barely visible animal
trail, they took their guests to another pool, smaller than the first and
actually more beautiful without all the manmade trappings and
commercialism.
  Explaining that a small group of local inhabitants, including Samuel's
grandfather, had long ago wondered about the source of the "Fountain", they
had placed a small packet of harmless dye made from local plants into the
pool and watched what happened to it.  The pool they were looking at, and
another smaller one a bit further up the path, were where the dye had
appeared, and which had been kept secret except for their descendants and a
select few off-islanders.
  Of course knowing their host was a tour guide by occupation, the
Brewsters were sceptical, but nonetheless appreciative at the opportunity
to see something off the beaten tourist path, which considering the size of
Bimini was not easy.
  "The legend was that by drinking the waters from the fountain, old men
could once again regain their youth."
  "So, you gonna have a sip, Dad?" asked Brett with an impish grin.
  "He said old men," Barry responded with a smile.
  "So your point is?" responded Brett and the boys giggled as Barry
playfully tousled his hair.
  "His point is that he needs more than just a sip," observed Benny with a
twinkle in his hazel eyes, causing Barry to chase him around the pool.
  "Perhaps for having such impudent sons, you and I should go to the other
pool alone," observed Samuel with a smile, knowing the boys were teasing
their dad.
  "Actually, that would be okay," responded Brett, seeing an opportunity
for them to be alone with Samuel's sons, and his brothers quickly agreed.
To their enjoyment and disbelief at their good fortune, the two adults
agreed.
  "Your dad is so with it," observed Wiley.
  "Your dad is cool too," Brett said, retuning the complement.
  "I think he likes your dad," Wiley said, glancing at his younger brother.
  "Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off," said Benny.  "I think our dad
likes yours too."
  "I mean likes," Wiley said, emphasizing likes.
  The boys thought for a moment, and then glanced at each other.  Knowing
their dad and considering their own proclivities, they caught on to Wiley's
meaning quickly.
  "You really think so?" asked Bobby, his eyes growing wide.
  "Oh yeah," said Nigel.  "Wiley and me's seen how he's looked at your dad
when nobody's looking.  We know."
  "Your dad bi?"
  "Yeah."
  "Cool."
  "We seen your dad glancing at our dad too, when he thought nobody was
looking," Wiley observed.  "And I don't think it was just because of the
different colour of his skin."
  "Actually, I noticed too," observed Benny, who was the more observant of
the four brothers.
  "So, you think, well, they're doing something, like right now?" asked
Bobby.
  "I dunno," Wiley said with a shrug.  "Our dad don't move that fast."
  "Nor does ours."
  "It was sort of suspicious though when Dad suggested he and your dad
check out the other pool alone."
  "Should we go check?" asked Nigel.
  "Sure!" the other five chorused.
  Slipping through the thick tropical brush the short distance to the next
pool, they were surprised to find their two fathers standing beside it
locked in an embrace and their lips pressed together, not surprised by what
they were doing, but surprised they had moved so fast.  The two men were of
about the same height and weight, one of the few similarities between the
two.  Samuel Moss was a handsome man of thirty-nine, with satin smooth,
dark black skin, a narrow beard that followed his jaw line, and a pencil
thin moustache.  His eyes were the same sensuous chocolate brown as his
sons, and his lips had the same thickness and sensuous curve.  As Barry
unbuttoned Samuel's shirt, he revealed that the man had a dense mat of
hair, as Samuel discovered Barry also had as he similarly unbuttoned and
removed his shirt.  That was when the Brewster brothers, at least three of
them, had their second surprise.
  "Holy fuck!" the three chorused as Brent just stood and smiled.
  "Hey, way wicked," observed Wiley.  "Your dad has his nipples pierced."
  "Three weeks ago," Brent whispered, and his three brothers realized why
their father and Brent had been having whispered conversations any why the
two had slipped away a few times over the past month.  Brent later
confirmed with his brothers that it had been Mordock who had done the
piercing for him, just as he'd been the one to do Brent.  The four thought
it was totally awesome, and that it made their dad look extra hot.
  By this time the two men were kissing and caressing each other with
evident arousal, and the six boys snuggled down in the thick undergrowth to
watch.  The two men caressed each other's butts outside their shorts, and
then unbuckled each other's belt and pulled down each other's fly.  Their
Bermuda shorts dropped to their ankles, revealing that Samuel was wearing
pale blue boxers with a seascape print, Barry his usual white Stanfield
briefs with the double panel fly front and support pouch.  The two men's
hands quickly slipped under the elastic band of each other's underwear.
  With their underwear about their ankles the two men kissed and pressed
their now naked bodies against each other, Barry's pale skin contrasting
with Samuel's deep black.  They ran their fingers through each other's
thick chest hair and caressed each other's nipples, Samuel taking great
delight in playing with Barry's nipple rings, and Barry taking great
delight in him doing so, Samuel being the first man to play with his nipple
rings, and only the second person, the first of course being Brenda, who
was shocked by her husband's decision, but delighted also.
  The two men kissed as they ran their hands along each other's
thighs. Their cocks slowly began to rise, and although markedly different
in colour, that was the only difference.  Both men were exceptionally well
hung, and both uncut.
  They dropped down to the mossy jungle floor and caressed each other's
stiff cock for a few minutes, and then Samuel switched around, the two men
went down on each other.  The six boys glanced at each other and grinned as
their fathers began to suck each other, and all six boys reached down and
adjusted the boners that were tenting out their shorts.  Their fathers were
evidently skilled in what they were doing from the ease they went down on
each other's thick, massive nine-inch cock.  The sons watched their fathers
for another minute as the two men slipped their lips up and down each
other's thick, throbbing cock, and their cheeks began to sink in.
  Unable to ignore their own arousal any longer, the six slipped back along
the narrow trail to the first pool.  They wasted no time chucking their
shirts, shorts, and underwear.  As the Brewster boys had surmised, the Moss
brothers were accustomed to physical exercise and their lean, muscular
bodies showed it.  Unable to resist, Brent and Brett surrounded Wiley and
began to caress his smooth, black body, their pale fingers contrasting
sharply with his dark skin as they ran them over his chest and his
buttocks, and along his thighs.  Wiley responded by caressing the two blond
twins, running his dark fingers over their smooth butts and along their
thighs also.  As the two brothers began to kiss him, on the cheek, on the
neck, and on the lips, Wiley returned their kisses, kissing one and then
the other.  Their cheeks and lips were smooth.  Brent was wearing his
nipple rings, which Wiley took an immediate interest in, and after checking
them out, he took great delight in fiddling with them and causing Brent's
nipples to before firm, and Brent took just as much delight in the
foreplay.  The three boys finally dropped to the ground with Wiley between
the two American boys and laying in the opposite direction.  He had
inherited his father's generous size, his stiff cock being just under seven
inches long, the same size as the twin's despite being a year younger.  The
two boys eagerly began to lick the long, thick licorice stick and drawing
the two boys closer so that their dicks were touching, Wiley began to lick
both of them at the same time, running his long red tongue from Brent's
balls up his stiff cock and down Brett's to Brett's balls, and back again.
  Benny, Bobby, and Nigel decided to follow suit with Benny and Bobby
licking and sucking on Nigel's large, low-hung balls and lapping at his
dick, which like his brother's, was humongous, but which like Bobby's, was
projecting out from totally hairless pubes.  The very tip of his prepuce
had been removed for medical reasons when he still an infant, and the
remaining skin had stretched down his shaft, revealing a delicious-looking
plum-shaped and coloured knob.
  The two American boys wasted no time discovering if his knob tasted the
same as American boys' did, and they soon had the thick black stick
glistening with their spittle.  As they licked and nibbled at his cock,
Nigel copied his older brother and drew the two boys closer so he could
lick and suck on both of their cocks.  Bobby's was the same length as his,
four and a quarter inches, but not quite as thick.  Benny's, on the other
hand, was as thick as Nigel's, but just over an inch longer.  The young
black boy wrapped his fingers about the base of the two pink erections and
eagerly and hungrily licked their sensitive knobs.
  Seventy yards away, Barry and Samuel were eagerly sucking on each other's
hard, throbbing organ also, Barry working his lips up and down Samuel's
thick black cock and Samuel deep-throating Barry's nine-incher.  The two
men were breathing deeply and trembling with pleasure as their thick organs
throbbed and the tension built up in their loins until at last their nuts
contracted and they shot their wads down each other's throat.  Both men
were totally turned on and shot stream after stream of ball cream, and they
grasped each other tightly as their dickheads burned with the pleasure of
ejaculation.  Recovering from their initial blasts, the two men tightened
their lips about each other's organ and drew their hot, moist mouths up
each other's shaft as they sucked on the blood-engorged flesh at the same
time, sucking out the thick white marrow that remained inside.
  Meanwhile, their six sons were trembling and gasping with their orgasms.
Brent and Brett eagerly lapped up the thick white cream gushing out of
Wiley's thick black fountain while they shot their own loads into the
fifteen-year-old boy's mouth.  Wiley opened his mouth wide and slipping
this thick, black lips over the twin knobs, he eagerly swallowed the double
load of hot, teenage cum.  He quivered as he felt the twin's swirling their
tongues around his supersensitive knob and licked up his cream, and he
sucked eagerly on the twin straws in his mouth.  The brothers had shot a
thick, copious load, too much for him to swallow both streams, and their
cum had oozed out from the corners of his mouth and down around his chin,
the creamy white cum contrasting sharply with his black licorice skin.
  His kid brother was laying on his back beside him and was thrusting his
hips in the air and slamming them against the mossy jungle floor as wave
after wave of ecstasy swept over him and his black cock jerked and ached
with the sweet pain of his dry orgasm.  Bobby was similarly quivering and
gasping with his own dry orgasm, except in that it was in Nigel's mouth
along with his older brother's, it was being basted by his brother's
copious load.  That was so wicked, and feeling Benny's hot, creamy cum
oozing over his knob was so erotic, Bobby trembled violently and wondered
if having his cock primed by his brother might just speed up the day in
which he too would be able to release a load.  Benny sucked eagerly on
Nigel's black sausage as his own dick throbbed and burned and his loins
grew weak with the release of this seed, the eroticism of cumming over his
kid brother's dicklet not lost upon him.
  The six boys finally sat up, and Nigel and his brother and the twins
wiped their lips off with the back of their hands.  The six boys grinned at
each other and the bliss that follows a guy's orgasm was evident in their
eyes.  They reached for their clothes, the taste of cock on their lips, and
for four, the taste of cum.  They had just gotten dressed when their two
fathers emerged from the bushes.
  "Sorry we took so long," Samuel observed.
  "That's okay," the six boys chorused, suspiciously eagerly.
  "You boys look a lot younger," Barry said with a mischievous smile.
"Have you been sampling the fountain of youth?"
  "Actually," Brett said with a grin as he looked at his brothers and the
Moss boys, "we have."
  The five boys knew exactly what fountain Brett was referring to and they
giggled.  The boys' fathers smiled as they exchanged glances.  The
fountains they had drunk from were far from being fountains of youth
anymore, but at that moment they both felt like teenagers again, happily
satiated teenagers.
  Heading back north, their hosts told them of the explorers and pirates
that frequented the surrounding seas, of the rumour that Henry Morgan's
treasure was still buried on the island, and of the rum runners that
smuggled liquor during the Prohibition.  They stopped at the Compleat
Angler Hotel Bar and Museum in Alice Town which featured photographs and
writings of Ernest Hemingway.  They continued north, the Brewsters amazed
at a nation whose north island was only seven miles long and seven hundred
feet wide at the widest point, with only the southern three miles being
inhabitable.  The northern four miles of the north island was actually a
thin shoreline with an intricate Mangrove forest and elaborate waterway of
mangrove creeks, the destination of their hosts.
  The Brewster clan watched with excitement and curiosity as their guides
took them by boat through the maze of waterways and giant mangroves to the
far northeastern point of the island to a natural phenomenon known as the
Healing Hole.  There was no question when they had arrived at the spot, not
because of the marker and evidence of heavy traffic, but from the sulfurous
smell.
  "A section of the creek at this point is connected to an underground
labyrinth of narrow tunnels.  With the outgoing tide, cold water with a
high mineral and sulphur content flows out of the tunnels and into the
creek.  Many people believe the water has healing powers, some saying it is
mystical and others claiming it is the analgesic effect of the chemicals,"
explained Samuel Moss.  "It is too bad we did not think to tell you to
bring your bathing suits.  You could take a dip in the pool."
  The six boys glanced at each other, and their at their fathers.  "We
could skinny-dip," suggested Bobby hopefully.
  The two men glanced at each other.  Considering what had occurred earlier
that afternoon, neither had any objection.  "That's fine with me," Barry
said with a shrug.
  "Very well," Samuel agreed.  "But other tourists come here.  At the first
sound, we have to be ready to scoot!"
  With giggles, the group agreed, and quickly stripped down and slipped
into the pool.
  "Yeow!  This water's fu-, fu-, freaking cold!" exclaimed Brent.
  "Jeez. Brent's caught my stutter," giggled Bobby.
  "Maybe the Healing Hole will cure both of you," observed Brett.
  "Not," the boys chorused as they looked at each other.
  "This is certainly quite the place," Barry observed as glanced around the
old forest.
  "Hey, you wouldn't have alligators or nothing like that swimming in these
creeks, would ya?" asked Benny.
  "No, nothing like that."
  "Good.  I wouldn't want no alligator sneaking up and biting off my, well,
stuff," Benny said.
  "I could not help notice the Brewster family would give an alligator a
healthy sized meal," observed Samuel Moss.
  "Same for the Moss family," Barry replied with a grin.
  "Hey, can we go exploring for a bit?" asked Bobby.
  "I don't know," Barry responded.  "I'd think it would be easy to get lost
out here."
  "We won't go far," Nigel promised.
  "Is it safe?" asked Barry, looking at Samuel.  "The ground seems rather
boggy."
  "The boys are familiar with forest," Samuel observed.  "I think it would
be all right.  Your boys won't get another opportunity to see a largely
untouched Mangrove forest of this size again."
  "Very well," agreed Barry.  "But you boys stay close to Wiley and Nigel,
and be back in . .  .  ah . . .  three-quarters of an hour?"
  "Sure."
  "Thanks, Dad!" Bobby responded, splashing over to his father and giving
him a big hug.
  The boys were out of the water and out of sight in sixty seconds.
Walking carefully on the spongy, saturated floor of the forest, Bobby
pushed up close behind Nigel, pressing his soft dick between the boy's
crack.
  "Hey," he said gleefully as he reached behind him grabbed Bobby's already
stiff appendage.  "What you trying to do, stick this up my butt."
  "Well, Dad did say to stay close to you," Bobby said with a grin.
  "And Bobby always does what Dad tells him," Brett observed.  "We all do,"
he added, stepping up behind Wiley.
  "So, ah, you guys, you know, ever do it the other way guys can have sex?"
Wiley asked, looking at the twins.  He only knew the vulgar term for it,
and was not comfortable enough to use it despite the intimacy they had
already engaged in.
  "What you mean the other way?" Brent asked.
  "Up the butt," Nigel responded for his older brother.
  "Oh yeah," Bobby responded.  "Brent loves getting his butt fucked."
  "So do you little brother," observed Brent.
  "So wanna do it?" Nigel asked, looking at Bobby.
  "Does a fish like water?" Bobby asked with a grin.
  "Same answer," Brent said, looking directly at Wiley.
  "What about you two," Wiley asked, looking at Brett and Benny.
  "We could pair up," Benny observed.  "Unless you and your brother would
like to be the middle of a sandwich."
                                            "A sandwich?"
  "You know.  Brent and Bobby on the bottom, you in the middle, and Brett
and me on top.  Two slices of white bread with dark meat in the middle."
He'd read that in a web site somewhere.
  Wiley and his brother glanced at each other.  Like the Brewsters, the two
brothers had enough experiences together that they knew what the other was
thinking without having to speak.
  "Sure," Wiley agreed, "but how would you four like to switch partners
this time?  You know, me with Bobby and Benny, and Nigel with you two?"
  "Wicked!" the four Brewsters responded, knowing the answer without having
to ask.
  So, Bobby dropped to his hands and knees and Wiley knelt behind him with
Benny taking his place behind the fifteen-year-old.  Brent took the same
position beside his kid brother, and Nigel eagerly knelt behind the
sixteen-year-old while his twin brother knelt behind him.  The two Moss
brothers and the two Brewsters who were going to penetrate them reached
down and began to fiddle with themselves, and being young and horny, it did
not take them long to become fully erect.  Spitting on the tip of their
middle fingers, the two Moss boys applied their spittle to the anuses of
the two boys bent over before them while the boys behind them did the same
to their buttholes.  The four boys slipped the tips of their fingers into
the eagerly awaiting buttholes and then withdrawing them, they slipped
their middle fingers into their mouths and wet them with saliva.  Placing
the tips of their middle fingers against the asshole they planned on
fucking, each slowly eased his finger up the eager and receptive hole and
finger fucked the boy in front of him for a minute, loosening him up.  This
was clearly something all of them had done in the past.
  Working up several mouthfuls of spittle, the four boys finally drooled
over their organs, and relying on their experience and their brief
foreplay, each placed the tip of his cock against the awaiting asshole of
his partner and pressed forward.  They were young, and they were hot, and
they were eager, all of which was enough for each boy to slowly and with
minimal effort insert the tip of his cock in the hole before him.  As Nigel
and Wiley slowly pressed forward, Bobby and Brent pushed out with their
abdomens and relaxed in an effort to help them.  As the two boys slowly
began to sink their hot, black shafts up the white boys' holes, Brett and
Benny shuffled up behind the two black boys, their stiff, aching organs
ready for action.
  Bobby, Brent, Nigel and Wiley grunted with the effort it took to unite,
and though it took several attempts, the four boys succeeded solely on the
basis of their spit and their youthful lust.  Bobby and Brent inhaled
sharply and pushed out with all their strength as they felt their sphincter
muscles being stretched.  They grunted openly and without concern as they
clenched their eyes closed and strained to accept the two boys behind them.
Ever so slowly they felt the hot, stiff cocks of the two boys penetrating
them, slowly stretching open their anal rings until their knobs slipped
inside the hot, moist chamber behind their sphincters.  Nigel and Wiley
slowly pressed forward, sinking their hard, throbbing organs up the hot,
moist butts of the two white boys.  They pressed forward carefully, and
every so slowly their stiff, black poles disappeared inside the pink buns.
The two boys in the back bided their time and shuffled forward as the Moss
boys drove their dicks up the tender butts of their two brothers until
their pubes were pressing against Bobby and Brent's ass cheeks.
  Fully imbedded, the two boys slowly began to ease their hips back, and
their hard, stiff cocks slowly began to leave the hot anal sheaths they had
been encased in.  At the same time Benny and Brett stood firm, so as the
two black boys in front of them drew back their hips, they impaled their
ebony backsides on the hot, stiff cocks of the boys behind them.  Benny and
Brett grasped the narrow black hips of the two boys and helped guide them
as their rectums slowly encased their eager cocks.  At the same time the
two Moss boys were slowly easing their dicks out of the hot, moist chambers
that had just encased them.  As their knobs began to once again stretch
open the sphincters of the two white boys, but this time from the inside
out, they paused and began to sink their cocks back up the two holes.  Of
course at the same time they were sliding their assholes up the stiff dicks
of the two boys behind them.
  So, in establishing a routine whereby they were fucking the two hot boys
in front of them and being fucked by the two hot boys behind them in the
same action, Wiley and Nigel began to slowly rock to and fro there on the
forest floor of the Mangrove forest.  They grasped the narrow hips of the
two white boys, their dark black fingers contrasting sharply with the
lily-white buns of the two brothers.  At the same time the two boys behind
them were grasping their hips for balance, and the dark black butts of the
two black boys contrasted sharply with the pink fingers grasping them.
  Unbeknownst to the six boys, their fathers had slipped away into the
forest too, heading in the opposite direction.  Finding their appetites had
only been wetted back at the Fountain of Youth, the two men were eager to
satisfy their lust a second time.  Laying down on his back, Samuel threw
his legs up in the air and over his head and supported his raised hips with
his hands as Barry knelt before him.  Grasping the man's hips to help
support him in his inverted position, Barry bent his head forward, and
sniffing at his musk hole, he stuck out his tongue and began to rim the
younger man.  Forcing his tongue inside the man's rectum, he twisted it
right and left, and then darted it repeatedly in and out of the man's hole,
causing the man to squirm with arousal.  Working up a mouthful of spit, he
pressed his lips against the man's pucker and forced his spittle up his
ass.  It was not long before both men were erect.  Like Benny and Brett had
done, Barry inserted his middle finger and finger fucked the man, loosening
up his asshole for something much larger and much more pleasurable.
  Of course what he was planning on shoving up the man's butthole was far
larger than anything the man's two sons, or his own two, were receiving.
Despite his size, once he and Samuel started, the two men found it was not
that difficult for them to unite, testimony to their expertise and their
horniness.  Pressing the tip of his cock against Samuel's anus, Barry
grunted and inhaled and exhaled deeply as he pressed forward.  At the same
time Samuel also grunted and panted as he constricted his abdominal muscles
and pushed out as hard as he could.  Ever so slowly Barry's wide dickhead
stretched open the younger man's anus until at last it slipped past it and
into the man's hot, moist rectum.  Barry continued to press forward,
sinking his thick, nine- inch cock up Samuel's rectum until his dark brown
bush was pressing against Samuel's hairy butt.  Grasping the man's hips
even more tightly, he slowly began to ease his cock back out.  As the
flared rim of his glans began to force open the man's sphincter, Barry
paused, inhaled deeply and began to sink his cock back up the black man's
ass.
  Developing a rhythm, Barry looked down at his partner as he eased his
cock in and out of his rectum and as he concentrated on the unique pleasure
of having a man clasp his asshole about his hot, hard cock.  At the same
time, Samuel was concentrating on the stimulation of having a thick,
nine-inch prong stuffed up his asshole as he looked up at the older man.
It felt awesome and his own stiff cock wagged in the air and began to
dribble clear drops of pre-cum on his flat, black stomach.
  Meanwhile, his two sons were rapidly approaching their orgasms, the hot,
moist assholes of the two boys kneeling before them clenching and releasing
their throbbing cocks as they eased them in and out of the rectums of the
two boys, working with them as they worked toward that blissful goal that
is the purpose of all sex, while at the same time they clenched and relaxed
their own rectums as they rode the hard, hot cocks of the two brothers
kneeling behind them.  The four Brewster boys were about to come also,
Brent and Bobby delighting in having their sphincters and prostates
massaged by the hard black probes easing in and out of their asses, and
Brett and Benny delighting in the hot, most assholes massaging their own
stiff probes.  The six boys inhaled the still, dank air of the Mangrove
forest deeply, the afternoon sun behind the trees but still above the
horizon, and the temperature hovering in the mid seventies.  With their
strenuous exercise, the eight of them were soon perspiring heavily.  Hot,
sweaty palms grasped equally hot and sweaty hips, and rivulets of sweat
trickled down over the smooth bodies of the boys, causing the black skin of
the Moss boys and the pinkish skin of the Brewster boys to glisten.  Their
fathers were perspiring heavily also as Barry thrust his cock in and out of
Samuel's eager hole, and the thick hair on their chests, arms, legs and
buttocks were matted with their sweat.
  It would be impossible to say who came first.  Wiley, Nigel, and their
father Samuel gasped and cried out with their orgasms, Wiley shooting his
boy cum up Bobby's asshole while his younger brother trembled with his dry
orgasm and his father shot his creamy load across his heaving, black chest,
his thick globs of cum sticking to his curly black hairs.  The five
Brewsters all trembled with their orgasms also, Bobby with mixed emotions
as he reached a dry orgasm once again though he had been certain this time
he was going to cum.  His orgasm was powerful and felt wonderful, as it
always did, but it still was not wet.  Brent shot his load into the lush
tropical grass as he felt Nigel trembling with his own dry orgasm, the
twelve-year-old shoving his little pricklet up Brent's ass until his smooth
pubes were pressed against the sixteen-year-old's own baby smooth butt
cheeks.  Nigel himself was receiving a hot shot of cum up his ass, and
Brett grasped the younger boy's hips tightly as he squirted out his stuff.
Benny, meanwhile, was shooting his young boy seed up Wiley's ass while
Wiley was shooting his up Benny's younger brother.  On the other side of
the Healing Hole, not that far away, Benny's father was grunting with
ecstasy as he shot his load up Samuel Moss's ass.  Once again eight cocks
throbbed and itched with the pleasure of climaxes, and once again six pairs
of balls drew up tight and squirted out their seed while the other two
desperately tried to pump out seed that was still not there.
  Their blood racing and their chests heaving, the eight of them slowly
disentangled, six still stiff cocks dripping with cum and the other two
still throbbing hotly and pleasantly, five assholes now feeling empty in
the absence of the hot, hard cocks that had been pumping in and out of
them, four of them dripping with cum also.  As Bobby reached behind him and
fingered his still burning hole, he commented on really needing the waters
of the Healing Hole now, causing the two Moss boys and his brothers to
laugh.
  They had no sooner returned to the Hole than their two fathers emerged
from the bushes.  Nobody said anything, but they were all wondering the
same thing.  The ride back to Alice Town was largely spent in silence, the
eight of them all thinking of the exciting and fun-filled day they'd had.
Leaving their guests off at their resort, the Moss family headed home and
the Brewsters headed for the Anchorage Restaurant and Bar for their evening
meal, having worked up a tremendous appetite.  Ordering the Captain's
Platter with hot, fresh Bahamian bread, they dug into the assortment of
seafood including the firm, white, peach-fringed Bahamian conch, served raw
with lime juices and spices, baked land crabs, and boiled snapper with
grits and a side order of peas and rice mixed with spices, tomatoes, onions
and bacon.  By the time they were done, the five decided that they didn't
have room for dessert, which for the Brewster men, was a rarity.
  Alice Town being the main town and the centre of activity for the island,
the Brewsters took advantage of the excellent evening weather to check out
the shops and other hotels along Kingshighway, the main road through town.
It being the Memorial Day weekend and the island's big fishing tournament,
the stores were all open late, and the streets were bustling with fishermen
and their families.  Eventually finding themselves on the west shore line,
the Brewster family checked out the tidal pools for sea life, observing
with much humour that they might have eaten some of their relatives that
evening, and that perhaps they should catch a few crabs and lobsters and
bring them back to their hotel for a snack.  As they watched the sun
finally set and turn the sky and ocean a brilliant scarlet, they finally
headed back to their hotel for a late night snack and dessert with the boys
deep in whispers, which both enticed and frightened Barry.
  "Dad?"
  "Yes?"
  "You remember when we was in Penticton last year?"
  "Of course."
  "And there was that guy and his son who performed with those peaches at
Phil's Pecker Contest?"
  "Can we do that tonight?"
  "I don't know if they have peaches down here."
  "Don't need to be peaches."
  "Well, I don't know boys.  That was one thing in Penticton.  It's quite
different down here."
  "Aw, com'on Dad," Bobby said, looking up at his father with wide, angelic
eyes.
  "Yah, com'on Dad, it'll be fun," added Brent and Brett as they snuggled
up on either side of him and blew in his ears, which they knew turned him
on.
  "Please?" asked Benny, as he pressed up against his dad and placed his
hot hand on his dad's crotch, where he immediately got a reaction.
  Watching the man and boy eating peaches and licking chocolate and whipped
cream from each other's body had been hot, and especially the peaches up
the man's butthole.  Unbeknownst to the boys, doing that with his sons had
been the focus of many jerk off fantasies for Barry for the following
months, and unbeknownst to Barry, had been a frequent fantasy of his sons.
  "Well, I suppose we could try it," he replied, unable to resist the
charms of his boys as much as being unable to resist the possibility of
fulfilling that fantasy.
  "Wicked."
  "Oh yeah!"
  "Why don't you give us some money to buy some food while you, well, you
know, go to our room, and well, you know," suggested Brent.
  "Wash your rectum out," Brett said, coming to the point.
  "Give yourself an enema."
  "I'll come help," offered Bobby.
  Barry observed that he didn't need any help, to which Bobby replied that
he did, and from the look he gave his three brothers, Barry decided not to
ask.  As the two headed to their room, Bobby's three brothers headed for
the restaurant.  Arriving at their room, Bobby wasted no time stripping,
and he waited impatiently for his father.  The rooms having large shower
stalls with flexible nozzles instead of bathtubs, probably anticipating
people would need to hose down their bodies and feet to clean off the beach
sand, father and son easily stood in the stall together after Barry's
futile attempt to get Bobby to agree with him that the food idea might not
be such a good idea.
  Removing the shower head and adjusting the water so it was warm and not
too forceful, Barry went first, sticking the end of the shower hose up his
butt.  It did not take much to fill his rectum, and he was suddenly faced
with the problem if he should step out of the shower and evacuate his
bowels in the toilet, or if he should squat over the shower drain.  Bobby
suggested the latter, and he watched with boyish interest and with growing
arousal as his father complied.  After four more rinses the water being
forced out of his rectum was as clean as the water going in, but he rinsed
a sixth time, allowing just a bit more water to flood up his rectum to be
sure.  He had no idea just how far he and his boys might go or just what
they might do, but whatever ended up happening, he wanted to be clean.
  Bobby eagerly and openly filled his rectum with water, and he thrilled
with the sensation of warm water filling his butthole.  Squatting over the
shower drain, he forced it back out in front of his father, and he thrilled
with the eroticism of taking an enema and evacuating his bowels with his
dad.  Although the water was clean the third time he emptied his bowels, he
insisted on doing it another two times.
  They had just stepped into the living room when Barry's three sons
entered carrying several large baskets of goodies.  In addition to an
assortment of fruit, the boys had purchased a squeeze bottle of honey,
butter, a small bottle of Sauce Creole, which consisted of ground up
celery, hot chili, tomatoes, and onion, and three dozen fresh Mangrove
oysters.  The latter surprised Barry, though when the boys asked him to
show them how to get them out of their shells, he did so without comment.
  "Ewww, they're slimy," observed Bobby.
  "All the better to slide up your butt," responded Benny.
  "And all the easier for them to be sucked out," added Brent.
  "You didn't tell me they were going to be slimy," objected Bobby.
  "You changing your mind?"
  "Fuck no," responded Bobby immediately.  "You just didn't tell me they
would be so slimy."
  "Boys, I don't know exactly what you have in mind, but I'm not sure if we
should ."
  "Don't you worry, Dad, we got everything under control.  Right guys?"
asked Brett.
  "Right," his three brothers chorused.
  Brett pulled back the blankets off one of the beds and piled the pillows
half way down.  "Okay Bobby, lay down on your back."
  Bobby did so with his backside propped up on the pillows and his head
propped up so he could watch.  Picking up one of the oysters, Brett spread
open Bobby's anus and slowly pushed the raw mollusk into Bobby's hole.
  "How'd that feel?"
  "Totally wicked!" announced Bobby.  "Like a little limp dick coated with
cum."
  As Brett inserted a second, Brent took a lime, and cutting it into
quarters, he held each quarter above Bobby's body and squeezed it, leaving
trails of lime juice across his chest, stomach, calves, thighs and asshole.
Benny stuck a wad of soft, half-melted butter in Bobby's navel and opening
up the Sauce Creole, he applied generous dollops to Bobby's nipples, Brett
all the while inserting oyster after oyster up Bobby's rectum.  Picking up
one of the oysters in the bowl, Bobby rolled it in the butter in his navel
and popped it in his mouth.
  "Mmmm, it fucking slips right down your throat too, just like a wad of
cum," he said with a grin.
  "You're supposed to chew it, not swallow it whole, dumbo," observed
Brett.
  "Oh."  He took a second, and running it along one of the trails of lime
on his chest, he popped it in his mouth and chewed it before swallowing.
"This one is saltier than the other."
  "That's from your sweat mixed with the lime juice," observed Brent.
  "Wicked," Bobby observed.  "So are oysters really an afro . . .  ah . .
.  an afrodizzyac?"  he asked, looking at his father.
  "Aphrodisiac," corrected his father.  "Some people think so."
  "Cool," said Bobby.  "But if a guy don't really need nothing to make him
horny, you think maybe instead they might make him cum?"
  "Well, I really don't know," Barry admitted, knowing how desperately his
fourth youngest son wanted to cum.  Seeing the disappointment on the
twelve-year-old's face, he quickly added.  "But I don't see that it would
harm a person's chances."
  With that news, Bobby eagerly reached for another oyster.  The rest dived
in, taking the slimy, two-inch long raw oysters and rolling them in the
butter in Bobby's navel, swirling them in the hot sauce coating his
nipples, or rolling them in the trails of lime juice mixed with his sweat.
Each, of course, had a markedly different taste, and they commented on the
differences as they reached for more.  Benny was the first to kneel down
behind Bobby and to rim his asshole.  Delighting in the taste of lime and
sweat, he licked Bobby's anus eagerly and wormed his tongue into his anus.
He finally pressed his lips against Bobby's asshole and sucked and Bobby
responded by pushing out, forcing the first of the oysters up his anus out
of his body.  Benny accepted the warm, tasty morsel, and happily sat up and
chewed it.  Brent was the next to accept an oyster from his kid brother's
rectum, quickly followed by Brett.
  The four boys watched as their father snuggled up between Bobby's raised
and outspread legs and bent his head.  Having watched Benny, he ran his
tongue over Bobby's anus, still flavoured with lime and perspiration, and
his cock, already half erect from the eroticism of rubbing oysters over his
son's body and eating them along with his sons, began to swell even faster.
He forced his tongue into his young son's rectum and Bobby squirmed with
the erotic pleasure, his little four-inch cocklet jutting up in the air and
jerking madly above his naked pubes.  Barry slowly sucked on his son's
asshole, and Bobby pushed out, forcing another of the rectum-baked oysters
out of his body and into his father's mouth.  As Barry sat up and chewed
the delicacy, Bobby forced out another oyster and dangling it above his
mouth, dropped it in and began to slowly chew as he looked up at his father
dreamily, his hazel eyes filled with lust and with love.
  By this time all five Brewsters were fully erect, and as they sampled the
lime, sauce, and butter flavoured oysters and sucked out the uniquely
flavoured morsels from Bobby's rectum, they reached down and stroked their
aching cocks, or the nearest cock to them, their greasy fingers smearing
the shaft and bulb with smudges of butter, lime, sauce, and bits of oyster
slime.  Benny was the first to bend over and lick his father's hairy balls,
and the fourteen-year-old quivered with the combined taste of sweaty balls
and the smears of oyster and condiments.  Brent leaned over and ran his
tongue over Benny's stiff, throbbing cock while Brett licked and sucked on
Bobby's young hairless balls and Bobby licked Brent's exposed knob as Barry
leaned over and licked Brett's sixteen-year-old joy stick.
  By this time all five Brewsters were ready to pop and they panted and
quivered with their approaching orgasms as they licked, sucked and nibbled
on each other's genitals.  One by one they sucked out the last of the
oysters stuffed up Bobby's asshole and offered the very last to Bobby
before tackling the remaining oysters in the bowl.  Taking one of the raw
oysters and slipping it in his mouth, Bobby dipped his index finger in the
melted butter in his navel and coated his lips.  Forcing the oyster out
between his puckered lips and drawing it back in, he looked up at his
father seductively. Barry immediately bent over and closing his eyes kissed
his son's smooth, buttered lips.  He felt Bobby working the oyster in his
mouth and forcing it between their puckered lips, and he parted his and let
the oyster, slimy with Bobby's spittle and its own juices and coated with
butter slip into his mouth.  He twirled it in his mouth with his tongue and
savoured it and then forced it back into his son's mouth.  His cock jerked
wildly and he felt an ache deep his balls that announced they were about to
contract.  As Bobby forced the slimy oyster back between their still
tightly pressed lips, Barry bit it in half and swallowed his half as his
cock erupted. The thick, nine- inch cannon shot out the thickest, juiciest
wad of his life, sending it in the air to arch and fall back on his
youngest son's chest and ooze down toward his waist.
  Feeling his father's hot slime strike his naked chest, Bobby quivered
with his own orgasm, thrusting his hips in the air and smashing them
against the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over his groin and his
tiny balls constricted and tried to pump out the boy juice that still was
not there.  Seeing their kid brother and father reaching their orgasms, the
other three Brewsters could not hold back.  Each of them gasped with
delight as they felt their hot boy juice surge up the core of their
throbbing cocks and squirt out of the burning openings.  They sprayed each
other, Bobby, and their father, quivering with ecstasy as long, juicy
streamers of teen cream lacing each other's hot, flushed bodies.  They
grasped and caressed each other, smearing the fresh cum over each other's
bodies as the last of their creamy loads dangled from their hot, throbbing
Brewster cocks.
  Picking up one of the remaining oysters in the bowl, Brent rolled it in
the glob of cum on Bobby's flat stomach until it was dripping with the
sweet-tart cream, and biting and swallowing half of it he offered the other
half to his twin brother, who readily accepted the cum-soaked morsel.
Benny did likewise, rolling an oyster in the puddle of cum on Barry's thigh
and biting into the dripping delicacy, took half and offered the other half
to his kid brother.  Taking the last of the oysters, Bobby smeared the
slimy mollusk over his tightly constricted balls and still erect cock and
then up through one of the cum trails lacing his body.  Rolling it in the
puddle of cum on Brett's chest, and then through the trails on Benny's and
Brent's bodies, he offered the delicacy, now totally coated and dripping
with cum to his father.  Barry readily accepted the final oyster, and
savoured the delicacy as pendants of cum dribbled from his lips and over
his chin.  Even more than the tasty treat, he savoured the delight of the
hot, open orgy he'd just engaged in with his four sons.
  His four sons were savouring that same delight, that wonderful sense of
freedom, of openness and honesty, knowing that they were among the
privileged minority that had sex with each other and with their fathers
willingly and without sin or guilt.  The five snuggled up togther on the
bed, their arms about each other, Barry in the middle with Brent's head
resting on one shoulder and Benny's on the other, Brett half laying on him
and half on his twin brother with his head on his dad's chest, and Bobby on
the other side, snuggled farther down so his head was resting on his dad's
hairy stomach and his hot boy breath was panting against his dad's still
humongous but now limp cock.  The five of them lay there for a long time in
silence and enjoyed the bliss of their climaxes and their relationship.
  "So, anyone ready for some fruit?" Brent finally asked.
  "Oh yeah, you bet," said Benny sitting up.  "I worked up one fucking
appetite eating that shrimp."
  "Fuck yeah, me too," announced Bobby.
  The five of them got up and began to peel and cut the fruit up into
chunks and wedges.  The boys had boughten an assortment of limes, lemons,
bananas, pineapples, mangos, oranges, and papaya, and with their boyish
enthusiasm and natural appetites, they had not been miserly.
  "Okay Dad, time for you to be our fruit bowl," said Brent with a wide
grin.
  "Dad can't be our fruit bowl," protested Benny.  "He's bi, not a fruit."
  "Okay, he can be our bi-bowl."
  Barry felt strange having his sons speaking so openly in front of him.
In part he was pleased that they had no secrets between them, but on the
other hand he felt as if he should be instructing them in the facts of
life, or reprimanding them for their language, or doing some parent like
thing.  He did not dwell on that thought long.  Despite the powerful orgasm
he'd had only half an hour ago, and the fact that it was the third time
he'd shot off a load that day, he was feeling randy as hell and eager to
get off still another shot.
  Laying down on the bed like Bobby had, with his hips propped up by
pillows so his ass was stuck in the air, and his head propped up so he
could see what was going on, Barry watched as his boys gathered around him
and took turns slipping the chunks of fruit up his rectum.  It felt strange
having the moist wedges and chunks pushed into his rectum, and feeling them
squeezing against each other and being pushed deeper into his body to make
room for the later ones.  By the time his boys were done his anus and their
fingers were sticky with fruit juice.  Taking the squeeze bottle of honey,
they took turns making circles around his nipples and making as Bobby put
it "an inni lake" of honey in his belly button.
  Then while Brent dipped a bit of pineapple in the honey around Barry's
left teat and Brett dipped a square of mango in the honey around his other
nipple and the two popped the treats in their mouths, Benny dipped a slice
of banana in the pool in his belly button and Bobby knelt between his
outspread legs and placing his lips against his father's hole, sucked out
the first chunk of fruit from his rectum.  The boys switched positions at
random, and Barry felt himself getting aroused once again as his four naked
boys ran their honey-coated fingers over his nipples and played with his
nipple rings or brushed a honey coated mango over his erect teats.  He
quivered with arousal as they twisted bits of fruit in his belly button and
then sucked on the treat seductively as they looked into his eyes.  Seeing
them fasten their smooth lips to his asshole, and constricting his abs and
forcing out a chuck of fruit into their eager mouths, was a major turn on,
as was having the boys take a chunk of fruit from his anus and feed it to
him.
  "What is this?" asked Bobby, holding up a chuck of fruit the colour
between that of a ripe banana and a pear.
  "If it has a sweet, musky taste, it is a papaya," advised Benny.
  Bobby bit into it.  "Yep, papaya it is," he announced.  "Papa want a
papaya?" he asked with a grin.  "It sortta smells like your nuts."
  "You know, it really does," Benny confirmed as he took a sniff of the
papaya and then of his father's hairy nuts.
  "Wicked!"
  "Oh yeah!"
  Of course each of the boys had to have a sniff, and at the same time run
a smooth cheek along the shaft of his growing cock, or brush against it and
his thighs with their hair.  The heat and the compression of the fruit up
his rectum caused the fruit to press together and a small trickle of fruit
juice continually oozed out of his anus, which was quickly lapped up by one
of the boys, who often continued up his ass crack to give his balls a lick
too.  Before long all five were hard and aching to let off another load.
Taking a wedge of pineapple between his teeth and dipping it in the honey
in Barry's belly button, Benny slipped up to his father and offered it to
him.  As he nibbled on the proffered fruit, his lips approached Benny's and
they ended in a long, sweet kiss as he felt two of his boys licking his
nipples and another sucking out still another chunk of fruit from his
rectum.
  He reached down and found, from its length and thickness, one of the
twins' cocks and he slowly stroked it.  A small hot hand which had to
belong to Bobby wrapped about his cock and began to slowly jerk it off.
Barry reached around with his other hand and found Benny's butthole and
began to stroke it as he felt the twins begin to caress his chest, running
their fingers through his hairs.  One of the twins rubbed up against him,
rubbing his stiff cock against his body.  One boy and then another swung up
to kiss him or offer him a piece of fruit dripping in honey.  Brent sucked
up a mouthful of the fruit juice now filling his father's rectum and
slipping up to his father, pressed his young lips against his father's
mouth and transferred the rectum heated and flavoured juice to his mouth.
The two pressed their lips tightly together and swished the erotic mixture
of fruits from mouth to mouth, the two finally each taking half and
swallowing it.
  One of the boys came, shooting his hot, thick cum across Barry's chest
and striking one of his brothers.  Another came a few seconds later,
followed by a third.  Barry's huge cock erupted, spraying them all with his
seed.  Bobby pressed up against his father and worked his hips rapidly,
rubbing his stiff cocklet against his father's hairy body until he shook
violently with his dry orgasm.  The five squirmed and writhed on the bed,
rubbing their hot, sticky bodies against each other, smearing cum against
thighs and bellies and chests, against cheeks and buns.
  Bobby scooped up a glob of fresh cum with a chunk of banana and popped it
in his mouth as he squeezed his trembling, burning cocklet.  Benny scooped
up a streamer of cum with a pineapple slice and sucked on the sour fruit
with its tart dip, savouring the unique taste and making a mental note of
the flavour to add to his growing store of sexual knowledge.  Brent and
Brett fed each other cum soaked papaya and each of the boys in turn fed
their father and were fed by him.  Hot and sticky with cum and fruit juice,
they pressed against each other and wrapping their arms about whomever was
closest, they closed their eyes in ecstasy.  One by one the exhausted and
spent Brewsters fell asleep.

                            DAY TWO

  After throwing the sticky sheets and pillow cases into the laundry Sunday
morning, the five Brewsters took a communal shower, to save water and time
of course.  They also took the opportunity for some groping and goosing and
good old-fashioned fun, their slippery, soapy fingers lathering up their
bodies and the bodies of whoever was beside them, drawing back foreskins to
make sure their dickheads were cleaned of any remaining oyster or fruit
juice, and finding their way along butt cracks and up buttholes.
  "Holy fuck," Bobby suddenly blurted.
  "What?" asked his father and three brothers as the twelve-year-old knelt
down and looked at his father's cock closely, his hand still wrapped about
the base.
  "Dad, did you know your foreskin has a hole in it?"
  Barry smiled down at his fourth youngest son squatting there in the
shower stall and staring at his limp but swelling dick.
  "You mean you got a foreskin piercing too?" asked Benny, squatting down
beside his younger brother.
  "That's totally wicked!" announced Brett
  "So how come you don't have a ring in it?" asked Bobby.
  "Well, I've only had the piercing for three weeks," Barry explained, "and
I'm still not used to walking around wearing a ring.  If I did have one in
this weekend, I'd be walking around here in Bimini with a constant
erection."
  "So what is wrong with that?" asked Bobby seriously.
  "Well," Barry said with a smile, "when I have an erection it isn't that
easy to hide."
  "A pierced foreskin.  That is like so wicked!" said Benny, and his
brothers all agreed as they looked at their dad with admiration and their
dicks began to swell.
  Barry checked on the progress of the filming for the WeCare promotion,
and finding that things were not progressing as well as they should, had to
spend the bulk of the day with the crew going over the scripts and editing
the film, leaving the boys on their own.  They spent most of the day
wandering Alice Town and the nearby beaches, marvelling at the blue-green
sea water and sparkling white sand, and the darkly tanned bodies of the
tourists and the dark black bodies of the local residents.  They danced
with each other to the calypso music being played on the beach and paused
to watch the steel drum bands performing, delighting in the rhythm of the
Caribbean music and the glistening, sweating arms and naked chests of the
musicians.  The day went by quickly for all of them.
  After another great supper of fresh catch from the sea, the five of them
took a stroll along the beach, ending up at the far end of one of the
beaches where they sat on the outcrop of rocks and stared out at the ocean
and the fishing boats.
  "Too bad Mom isn't here to see this," observed Brent with a hint of
sadness in his voice.
  "Yeah, she really likes the ocean and the beach and stuff," agreed Brett.
  "And to dance," observed Benny as the lively melody of a calypso song
could be heard in the distance.  "She loves to dance."
  "Mom's real upset about Uncle James, isn't she?" Bobby dared to ask
softly.
  "Yes, I'm afraid she is," Barry admitted.
  "Are you upset about Uncle James?" Bobby asked, he and his three brothers
looking at their dad worriedly.
  "No," Barry said.  "No, I'm not.  And don't worry, things will work out.
You know your mother.  There isn't a problem that she can't solve, and you
know how persuasive she can be."
  "Yeah," the four boys agreed, though they were not exactly sure how this
problem was going to be solved.  Actually, they were not even sure what the
problem was, other than when their mother had found out Uncle James was gay
and that he was planning on getting married in Palm Springs or some place,
she had hit the ceiling.  If Uncle James being gay was the problem, they
did not see how their mother was going to change that, and if his getting
married was the problem, if she was going to persuade him not to marry
Giovanni's dad, that was not a happy solution.
  "She will, you'll see," Barry said, seeing the long faces of his four
boys and tousling Benny's and Bobby's hair.  Brent and Brett slipped up
behind the three and wrapped their arms about them.  The five stared out at
the ocean slowly receding away from the rocks they were sitting on, leaving
behind pools of sea water teaming with sea life.  They didn't feel much
like going exploring.
  "Did you have fun last night, Dad?" Benny asked tentatively.
  "Yeah.  I did," Barry admitted.
  "You don't mind us having sex with each other, and with you?" he asked
softly.
  "No.  Not if it is alright with you boys.  Are you feeling uncomfortable
about what we did last night, or earlier?" he asked, looking at Benny and
suddenly concerned that his boys were having second thoughts about what
they'd done together.
  "Heck no.  Not at all.  I really enjoyed last night, and the other times,
but I thought maybe you were, you know, being an adult and our dad and
stuff."
  "What about the rest of you boys?  Any of you feeling guilty about what
we did last night?"
  "Guilty?  Fuck no," responded Bobby.  "Last night was like so totally
wicked."
  "Yeah, right," agreed Brent and Brett together.
  "I'm glad to hear that," Barry responded with relief.  He could tell when
his boys were telling him the truth, and on this matter they were being
honest.
  "Dad?" Benny asked after a moment of silence.
  "Yeah?"
  "When did you first learn about sex?"
  "Oh, I dunno," Barry said with a chuckle.  "That was quite a long time
ago."
  "Well, like do you remember when you first learned where babies come
from?" asked Bobby, his curiosity sparked by Benny's question and eager to
hear about his dad's experiences as a boy.
  "Yes," Barry said with a smile as he thought back to his boyhood.  "It
was when I was six, when my mother, your gramma, was carrying your Uncle
Jeffrey.  Of course I noticed her stomach was getting bigger, especially as
she got close to the end of her term, and I finally asked her why.  She
explained that there was a baby growing in her tummy, and that soon I'd
have a little brother or sister, but she didn't explain just how it was the
baby started growing in there.  I asked if it wasn't going to be sort of
hard pooping the baby out."  The boys giggled at the thought and imagined
their dad as a boy asking that.  "Well, she laughed and said it didn't
happen that way, but when I asked how the baby was going to come out then,
she said I was too young yet but when I was older my dad would explain
everything.  Well, I couldn't wait until I was older, so I asked your uncle
Cory about it.  He was two years older than I was, and as far as I was
concerned he knew everything there was to know about everything."
  Benny's brothers all looked at him, feeling much the same about him as
Barry did about his older brother.
  "So he explained the facts of life to you?" asked Bobby with a grin.
  "As he understood them.  He explained to me that a man had seeds in his
testicles," Barry said with a smile as he recalled the conversation.
"Since we called our testicles our nuts and I knew a nut was like a seed
that made sense to me.  Anyway, my wise older brother told me that a wife
sucked a seed out of her husband's pee-er, and when it reached her belly,
it began to grow and made a baby."
  The boys all giggled at the idea.  "And you believed that?" asked Brett
with a grin.
  "Well, of course not.  I just couldn't see my mother sucking on my dad's
penis and I told Cory so, so he said he could prove it."
  "Yeah?" asked Brent with a grin.  "How?"
  "We spied on our parents one night after a party at our house, which Cory
said he'd done several times before and was the best time to catch them at
baby making."
  "And?"
  "Well," said Barry, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and wishing he hadn't
been so honest.  He thought for a moment how to explain it.  "We saw them
doing exactly what Cory had told me," he finally said.
  It took the boys a minute to understand what he was saying.  "Fuck . . .
ah . . .  crying out loud!" responded Bobby, too surprised to cover up his
swear with a stutter as had become his habit.
  "Fuc-a-crying out loud wicked," chimed in Benny in an attempt to cover
for him.
  "You saw Gramma sucking Grandpa's cock?" asked Bobby in wide-eyed shock
as he tried to imagine his grandparents engaged in such an activity.  "Holy
shit!"
  "You have to remember that was a long time ago, back in . . .  1959.
Your grandparents, my parents, were a lot younger then.  Grandpa would have
been . . .  thirty-six, and Gramma thirty-two."
  "Holy shit," Bobby repeated, having difficulty imagining his grandparents
that young but easily picturing his father and his father's older brother
crouched in the hallway peeking in the door at the couple.  After all, he
and his brothers had done exactly the same thing spying on their parents.
  "Wonder if they still do it," Brett mused.
  "Bet Gramma can do it lots better now than when she was thirty-two,"
observed Benny.
  "Why?" chorused his brothers and father.
  "Cuz she got no teeth," Benny said with a smile, and they all chuckled.
  "But didn't you wonder why she was doing it when she was already
pregnant?" asked Brett, always the logical thinker.
  "Yes, actually, I did.  Cory said it was because she liked it, and our
dad too, and from what we saw, they certainly did," Barry said with a
smile.
  "So, how did you find out the truth?"
  "Well, I didn't think much more about it after that night.  It was a few
years later that my best buddy explained it all to me, the real facts,"
Barry said as he thought back.  "We were ten and our teacher had gotten
pregnant, and we were talking about it and wondering if the teacher who was
going to replace her would be as nice and he asked me if I knew anything
about screwing, and when I said I didn't, he explained it to me and told me
an older cousin of his had explained it to him."
  "How about sex with guys?" asked Brent.  "When did you find out guys
could like, you know, do stuff together?"
  "That was a couple years later."
  "So, when did you first do something with another guy?" asked Benny with
a leer.
  Barry hesitated, but not because he had to stop to think. That day was
not a day he was ever going to forget.  It was because telling the boys
about his discovery of the facts of life was one thing, something everyone
learns about in one way or another, but his first boy-boy experience on the
other hand was something very special and very private.  "When I was
twelve," he finally said, deciding to share his experience because it was a
very special event in his boyhood.
  "Tell us about it," Benny asked.
  "Well, there isn't that much to tell," Barry responded as he thought
about how he could put into words just how he'd felt on that day.
  "Com'on, Dad.  We'd like to hear."
  "Yeah. Tell us everything.  Where were you?  What were you doing?  Who
was it with?"  asked Bobby.
  "Yeah, I bet it was awesome."
  "It was," said Barry as he collected his thoughts.  "As for who it was
with, you boys remember Phillip?"
  "Sure!" the boys chorused.  How could they forget Phillip and his lover
and the Penticton nudist campground where they'd spent an awesome holiday
with their dad last July.  As the boys got comfortable, Barry thought back
to that afternoon and began his tale.
  "Well, it was back in 1961.  We were both twelve, and were looking
through Phillip's father's collection of Playboy magazines.  I remember we
were looking for dirty jokes and any information we could about sex, and
back in those days Playboy was every boy's best source of forbidden
information.  I remember when the topic of guys messing around together
came up we were looking at Miss July, Volume 7, Number 7.  I remember that
because seven is supposed to be a lucky number, and I remember thinking
later that the day had been especially lucky for me."
  "Wow, Volume 7!" observed Benny.  "Today it's Volume ah, well, I bet
forty-something," he said, quickly covering his almost revelation.  He and
Justin spent many pleasant weekends looking at the centerfolds and looking
for jokes and new information in Justin's dad's collection too.  Some
things never change.
  "Oh maaaaan, just look at those boobs," Phillip sighed as he stared at
the glossy picture.
  "I am, I am," responded twelve-year-old Barry Brewster.
  "Can you just imagine squeezing those?"
  "I can, I can," Barry replied.
  "You notice Mary Ellen's tits are getting pretty big?"
  "Oh yeah," Barry said.  "I'd love to grab a feel of them."
  "You and me both," Phillip said, reaching down and adjusting what had
come up.
  "You got a problem?" Barry asked with a grin.
  "You better believe it," Phillip said.  "My dick is itching to fuck Miss
July."
  "Or Mary Ellen."
  "Or any girl who's willing."
  "Yeah, well, when you find one who's willing let me know."
  "I will," Phillip said.  "And you'll do the same?"
  "Fuck yeah," Barry responded, and the two buddies shook on it.
  The two boys sat there on Phillip's bed and squirmed uncomfortably, their
stiffs awkwardly tenting out their jeans.
  "Barry?"
  "Yeah?"
  "You ever play with yours?"
  "Yeah.  Sometimes," Barry confessed with a shrug.  "Like when I'm in bed
and thinking about your dad's mags, or Mary Ellen."  In reality the
practice had become almost daily, but he was not ready to admit that, not
even to his best buddy.
  "Yeah, me too," Phillip confessed, though his frequency was as high his
Barry's.
  "Bet every guy in grade seven lays in bed playing with himself and
thinking of Mary Ellen."
  "Grade eight now," Barry observed.
  "Oh yeah," Phillip responded.
  "Every guy except Ronald."
  "Yeah.  That wimp probably doesn't know his prick is for more than
pissing."
  "Yeah."
  The boys sat there thinking about Ronald and Mary Ellen and about being
stiff and why boys got that way.  They looked down, pretended to look at
the magazines, but in actuality glanced over at each other to check out
each other's crotch.  Both boys were wearing tight, faded jeans, runners,
and short-sleeved print shirts, typical clothes of the preteen and teen boy
of the sixties.
   "You, ah, you ever seen another guy's prick when it's hard?" asked
Phillip.
  "No, I haven't.  Have you?"
  "Yeah.  Tony Catelli.  At the urinals in the boy's room."
  "No shit!"
  "Yeah.  He said he was thinking of Betty Norton, but I know he was
jacking it off."
  "Geez.  I'd never do that at school.  Not at the urinals where I could
get caught!  Not even in one of the toilets."
  "Me neither."
  "Was it very big?"
  "Not really."
  The two boys sat there in silence as they both thought of the same thing
but were afraid to ask least the other get the wrong idea.
  "You wanna compare?" Phillip finally asked, unable to resist the
opportunity.
  "Sure, if you want to," Barry responded, trying to sound like it didn't
matter to him while his heart speeded up with excitement.
  "Well, if you do," Phillip said with a shrug as he prayed Barry would say
he did.
  "We might as well.  We both got boners."
  "Yeah, right."
  The two boys self consciously pulled down their zippers, and slipping
their fingers in the fly of their jeans, and of their underwear, wrapped
them about their stiff dicks and slowly pulled them out.  Neither boy had
started getting hairs yet and their dicks were smooth and pale skinned.  At
twelve, Phillip was well hung, but his dick was just over a quarter of an
inch shorter than Barry's, which stuck four and a quarter inches out of his
pants.  The big difference was that Phillip was cut whereas Barry was not.
Although the difference was obvious, the two boys were too self- conscious
to mention it.
  "So, you know, since we're hard, you wanna play with yours for a bit?"
  "Sure, why not?  It feels good doing it."
  "It sure does."
  The two buddies sat there side by side on the edge of Phillip's bed and
looked down at their laps as they began doing what up until that moment
they had only done alone.  They could not help glancing over at each other
to see if the other did it the same way, and each wondered if the other's
dick felt the way theirs did when they rubbed it.  Phillip noted that Barry
stroked his from the base to the tip, and when he pumped down he drew the
skin covering his knob back, exposing his knob, and when he pulled up he
pushed the skin back up.  As the two boys continued to pump their fists up
and down their organs, and each boy realized that the other was just as
curious as he was, the two buddies began to relax, and as they relaxed it
became that much more enjoyable.
  "You wanna see what mine feels like?" Phillip asked hopefully, having
often fantasized about his best buddy and imagined just such a thing
happening in many of his jerk sessions.  Those sessions were always a lot
hotter than when he imagined one of the girls in his class, but at the time
he hadn't realized why that was and had simply concluded that it was
because they were close friends.
  "Sure," responded Barry.  Like Phillip, he too had fantasized about his
best buddy during his jerk sessions, often about the two of them making out
with a pair of girls, or sometimes the two of them with one girl, and other
times he'd just pictured the two of them getting horny and jerking off
together, usually accompanied by the wish that in reality he could share
this enjoyable secret with his pal.
  The two boys reached over carefully, as if they were about to grasp a
red-hot poker, which was actually quite accurate.  For the first time ever,
each boy touched another boy's dick and slipped his fingers about another
boy's erection.  It felt great, not the physical touching of another boy's
cock, or feeling another boy's fingers about one's own dick, but the
sharing and the trust in each other to engage in something so intimate.
Phillip slowly and cautiously pulled his fingers down, pulling back Barry's
skin as he'd seen Barry do, and much to his delight exposing the dark
purple head of his cock.  Having received no complaint that all he was
supposed to do was feel it, not jerk it, Phillip slowly pushed the skin up
again.  Barry meanwhile tightened his grasp about Phillip's erection and
began to slide his fist up and down Phillip's shaft as he'd seen Phillip
do.  It felt totally different just doing his shaft, and not having a skin
to slide up and down over his knob, but it also felt great performing this
secret act on his buddy that up until then he'd only done to himself.
  So the two best buddies sat there side by side on Phillip's bed
discovering the difference between jerking a circumcised cock and an
uncircumcised one, and marvelling at the difference jerking someone else
off and having someone else's fingers jerking one's own dick compared to
doing it to themselves.  They found the friction of a hand rubbing up and
down one's cock resulted in the same pleasure regardless if it was one's
own or a buddy's, and the two boys' cocks throbbed with arousal and itched
with desire.  It was the same pleasure, but it felt far better doing it to
someone else, and having the other person doing it to you.  So each sat
there delighting in the intense pleasure the other's hand was creating in
his lap, and delighting in the knowledge that each was causing the other as
much pleasure as the other was bringing.
  As they began to reach that point of no control they could not resist
going all the way, and in the intensity of the moment, they totally forgot
their self-consciousness.  The mounting pressure and tension in each boy's
loins, and the pleasure of having a hot, throbbing, aching cock, dominated
all other thoughts and sensations.  Their fists pumped up and down eagerly
until finally they reached their peaks, and they began to pant and jerk
about uncontrollably as the first waves of pleasure pulsating through their
tender, irritated dicks.  Each grasped the other's dick tightly, as if
trying to hold on as his body twitched and jerked with the undescribable
delight passing through his own, hot, throbbing organ.
  "That was really swift," Phillip finally gasped a few minutes later.
  "Oh yeah," agreed Barry.
  The boys stared off into space dreamily, their dicks now limp but still
sticking out of their flies.  They eventually returned to the magazines
they had taken from Phillip's dad's collection and resumed their search for
forbidden knowledge.  It was not long before the two randy preteen boys
felt the itching need to experience that powerful sensation between their
legs once again and each began wondering how he could mention his need
without looking like a pervert.
  "You remember when you asked me if I knew how babies were made?" Phillip
asked, having come to a plan faster than Barry.
  "Of course."
  "And you shared that story about girls sucking a seed out of a guy's
nuts."
  "Yeah," laughed Barry.
  "You ever think about that?"
  "What?"
  "Getting a blow job."
  "Oh sure.  I've imagined half a dozen girls at school sucking my dick."
  "Just half a dozen?" joked Phillip.
  "Well, okay, several dozen.  And a few teachers."
  "Really?"
  "Yeah."
  "You do have a dirty mind."
  "Better a dirty mind than dirty underwear."
  Phillip laughed.  "You ever wonder what it would feel like to get a blow
job?"
  "Sure."
  "You ever think about a guy giving you one?"
  "Yeah, Mister Senical," Barry replied, referring to their social studies
teacher, one of the most boring and least liked teachers in the junior
high.  Phillip laughed again.  "Have you?"
  "Yeah," admitted Phillip, willing to admit his perverted thoughts to at
least his best friend.
  "Who?"
  "Several guys.  You."
  "Yeah?" Barry asked with a grin.  "Me?"
  "Yeah."
  "Sucking you, or you sucking me?"
  "Both."
  "Really?"
  "Really."
  Barry thought about that, and about the implications.  "You wanna try it,
together?" he asked.
  "You be ah, yeah, sure," Phillip replied, trying to hide his eagerness
and delight.
  The two boys unsnapped the top of their jeans and pulling down their
flies, pushed them down, and then slipping their fingers under the elastic
band of their underwear, pushed them down also.  With his white Stanford
briefs about his ankles, Barry looked over at Phillip's semierect dick with
mixed feelings, on the one hand curious and beginning to get aroused, and
on the other with hesitancy and a sense of distaste.  He was eager to try
it, but repulsed by the idea at the same time.
  On the other hand, with his blue and white striped boxers about his
ankles, Phillip looked over at his best buddy's cock with hot desire.  He
had dreamed of this moment dozens of times as he'd lain in bed jerking off.
Now another of his fantasies was about to become true.  Turning around so
he was laying on his side in the opposite direction to Barry, he slowly
leaned forward as he slipped his fingers about the base of Barry's limp
dick and held it up.  Opening his mouth, he continued to lean forward,
descending on the limp wiener as his heart beat happily in his thin chest.
  Feeling Phillip's hot breath on his groin, and then his lips close about
his cock above his fingers, Barry reached over and held up Phillip's cock.
Eager to do the same to his best buddy as his best buddy was doing to him,
and to find out what sucking cock was really like, he struggled with the
repugnance of putting a guy's cock in his mouth and the fear what it might
taste like at the same time.  Feeling Phillip remove his fingers and slip
his lips farther down so they were wrapped about the base of his cock, and
feeling the heat and moistness of Phillip's mouth surrounding his organ,
Barry closed his eyes and parted his lips and leaned forward.  Anything
that felt so good had to be good to do.
  To his relief and his delight, he found Phillip's dick didn't taste bad
at all, and in fact barely had any taste.  He sucked on it and felt the
limp dick begin to swell.  Knowing that Phillip was getting horny caused
his own dick to begin swelling.  Phillip ran his tongue over his exposed
knob, causing a shock of arousal to shoot through the knob and up his
shaft.  Barry copied the action and felt Phillip's cock swell even faster
in his mouth.  It did not take the two boys long to get hard.
  Continuing to suck on Barry's now stiff cock, Phillip slowly slipped his
lips back up Barry's shaft until they reached the flanged rim of his knob.
Inhaling through his nose, he slowly slipped his lips back down to Barry's
smooth pubes.  He was sucking cock.  He was acting out one of his favourite
fantasies, and in real life it was even better than his dreams.  He was
sucking his best buddy's cock, and his best buddy was sucking his.  Phillip
quivered with the pleasure of having his fantasy become reality, and with
the pleasure rippling through his irritated knob.
  Barry maintained the suction on Phillip's erect cock as he slipped his
lips up his shaft and over his sensitive knob, and then eased them back
down as far as he could.  He was performing a filthy, perverted act, an act
that a boy told another to do as an insult, and it was that thought more
than anything else that caused his cock to twitch and his entire body to
ache with desire.  As he slipped his lips up and down Phillip's stiff dick
he kept repeating over and over in his mind the fact that he was sucking
cock, that he was having sex with his best buddy.  His cock throbbed with
desire and he delighted in the fact he had a cock in his mouth with just as
much pleasure as he delighted in the pleasure rippling through his
blood-engorged organ.
  It was not long before Barry was trembling and jerking his hips with his
dry orgasm.  Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled over his body and he sucked
on his buddy's cock with a lust-driven eagerness.  Phillip suddenly began
to thrust his cock in and out of Barry's mouth as the ache in his groin
took over his mind and body and a few seconds later he began to tremble and
buck with his own climax.  The two boys grasped each other's hips and
snorted with the ecstasy of their first sixty-nine, the first of many to
follow.
  "That was wicked, Dad," observed Bobby with a sigh.
  "Oh yeah.  Really," agreed his brothers.
  "It certainly turned me on," commented Brett as he reached down and
squeezed the bulge in his shorts.
  "Looks like it turned all of us on," Benny observed, looking from one
crotch to another.
  "Well, I guess we should do something then, since we all got boners,"
said Brent, reaching over and placing his hand on the bulge in his father's
Bermudas.
  Squeezing the hard, hot cylinder and giving it a couple strokes, he felt
it throb eagerly through the cloth of his father's underwear and shorts.
He reached up and pulled down the tab of his father's zipper, and then
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his shorts.  Spreading
apart the two flaps to reveal his father's bulging white Stanfields, he
wrapped his fingers about the cylinder once again and gave it a couple more
strokes.  A damp spot suddenly spread out from the tip of the solid tube.
  "We'd better get your dick out of your underwear, Dad," Brent advised.
"It is starting to leak."
  Hearing no objection from his dad, Brent slipped his fingers under the
elastic band of his father's white briefs, and pulling them out away from
his body, he slid them and his father's Bermuda shorts down together,
freeing his hot, throbbing, monster cock.  It was fully erect and the skin
was stretched back, revealing his flanged, purplish-red knob, the tip of
which was already glistening with pre-cum.  Another droplet of the clear
lube formed at the opening as his sixteen- year-old son pulled his
Stanfields and shorts the rest of the way down.
  "Geez, Dad, you're dripping buckets," observed Bobby.
  "Any time now yours will start doing the same," Barry observed, reaching
down and squeezing the bulge in Bobby's shorts.
  "I sure the fuck hope so," Bobby observed, pumping his hips back and
forth and fucking his father's hand.
  Barry remembered he meant to talk to Bobby about his language, but that
particular moment, with him squeezing his twelve-year-old son's erection
and with his sixteen-year-old son grasping his stiff, leaking cock at the
base, was not an appropriate time.  Instead, he pulled down Bobby's fly and
unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  As his father pulled down his shorts and
his underwear, Bobby reached over and pulled down Benny's fly, and Benny
similarly pulled down Brett's and unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  Brett
shuffled around and pulled down Brent's.
  And so the five Brewsters formed a jerk circle there on the outcrop of
rocks at the far end of the beach as the sun dropped closer to the horizon,
the father jerking off the stiff four-and-a- quarter-inch dicklet of his
fourth youngest son, who jerked his older brother, who in turn was pumping
his fist up and down the dick of his older brother, who was wanking off his
twin, who was slowly pumping his fist up and down the hot, hard nine-inch
pecker of his father.  All five pictured in their mind Barry and Phillip
sitting on the edge of Phillip's bed and engaged in their first mutual
jerk.
  Barry's dick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which collected in a
pool each time Brent drew his father's foreskin up over his knob and oozed
over the foreskin rim and over the sixteen-year-old's finger tips.  Brent
himself was leaking that clear nectar, as was his twin brother who was
jerking him, and as was Benny as his kid brother jerked him.  Bobby
squeezed his hot little hand tightly about his older brother's cock, now
just over five and a quarter inches, and milked it with delight as his
father slipped his fingers up and down his own hot little poker.  Barry
smiled as he slowly worked his fingers up and down his youngest son's stiff
dick, pulling his foreskin down off his knob, and then pushing it back up,
his size and slenderness reminding him of when he was twelve.  He was
pleased by the size of his fourth youngest son's dick, but not surprised.
The Brewster men were blessed with being well endowed.
  Brent was delighted by that Brewster trait, not just because it was
wicked jerking off his father's nine-inch monster, but because his own
dick, now at just under seven inches, was a good inch or more longer than
the average dick of boys in his grade, and he knew the envy of many of
them.  Barry noticed the size of his older son's cock also of course as he
looked down at the boy's fist slowly pumping up and down the length of his
monster cock and then over at his teenage son's cock being jerked off by
his twin brother.  He wondered if the twins jerked each other off often,
and if one had introduced the other to the joy of masturbation, or if the
two boys had learned about that secret practised by all men from a mutual
friend.
  Aroused by Barry's description of his introduction to guy-guy sex, and
turned on by forming a jerk circle out there on the outcrop of rocks in the
warm, humid Caribbean evening, it was not long before the breathing of all
five was becoming laboured and all five were experiencing the first
telltale signs of their pending climaxes.  They slowed down the pumping of
their fists, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of their approaching climaxes
for as long as possible, and each wanting to extend the pleasure he was
bringing his partner.  The five Brewsters closed their eyes in ecstasy as
they concentrated on the ripples of arousal pulsating through their
sensitive glans and down their shafts.  Each concentrated on the pleasure
pulsating in his crotch, and delighted knowing he was bringing that unique
pleasure to the person he was jerking.
  The five began to inhale and exhale deeply, fighting back the urge to pop
their nuts for as long as possible.  The five concentrated with an even
deeper focus as their cocks throbbed and the pleasure of arousal pulsating
through their cocks and through the cocks they were holding.  The five
reached their climax simultaneously, and all five trembled and gasped with
the ecstasy of that release, their bodies flushed with desire and their
cocks now numb and their pee holes burning with the pleasure of
ejaculation.  The father and his three teenage sons quivered as their nuts
contracted and their semen gushed up the core of their stiff cocks and
erupted out the tips.  The four shot their creamy white seed into the air,
where it ached gracefully and fell to the hot, white sand or the black
outcrop of rock where it formed puddles of fresh semen.  Father and sons
quivered and gasped as their hot, swollen cocks throbbed out their juices,
and as their dicks were milked and as they milked the throbbing dicks in
their hands.  Bobby inhaled and exhaled more deeply and louder with each
breath until he too trembled and snorted with relief, his body raked with
the ecstasy of his dry orgasm.
  Each wrapped his fingers about the dick he had been wanking and squeezed
the throbbing, now spent organ tightly.  A pendant of cum hung from the
dicks of the father and three teenage sons, and the backs of the fingers of
four hands were sticky with cum.  The five delighted in the bliss of their
orgasms, and in the bliss of having brought that ultimate pleasure to
another while a third had brought the pleasure to them.  They inhaled the
salty sea air now scented with the musky aroma of fresh cum deep into their
lungs with evident pleasure.  Their chests rose and fell in their
short-sleeved shirts, and their downy cheeks were flushed with the release
of tension and the sheer pleasure of their climax.  It had been a good jerk
off.  The five closed their eyes and savoured the moment as their breathing
returned to normal.
  Spotting some people strolling toward them along the beach, they quickly
tucked their now semierect organs into their pants.  As they headed back to
their hotel room, they were silent, but from the smiles on their faces,
they were all evidently thinking the same thing.
  "So," said Barry, opening a couple bags of chips as the boys got sodas
for the five of them out of the mini-fridge, "I know you boys all found out
about how babies are made at an early age."  He looked at Brent and Brett.
"I doubt if you remember much, but I told you about it when your mom was
carrying Benny, and then all three of you when she was carrying Bobby.  I
know with the birth of the triplets, you are very much aware of where
babies come from," he finished with a chuckle, referring of course to the
boys' assistance with the birth of the triplets during the blizzard a year
ago February.  What he did not know, and would have been surprised to
learn, was his fourth youngest son's role in the conception of the
triplets, and the fact that his boys had on more than one occasion watched
himself and Brenda in the act of making babies.  "But what about sex with
guys?  How did you discover that?"  He looked from one boy to the next.
  "Well," said Brett.  "You remember the last Calgary Stampede we
celebrated, the year before we moved to the States?"
  "Yes.  That would have been back in nineteen-ninety-seven."
  "You remember how I was really interested in Native Americans that year,
and how you took us to visit the Indian Village at the Stampede?"
  "Yes, you struck up a conversation with one of the native boys, and asked
if you could spend some time with him.  I remember when we went to get you
later you showed us a native dance the boy taught you."
  "Joey Buffalo Calf," said Brett, adding with a twinkle in his deep blue
eyes, "how to do the prairie chicken dance wasn't the only thing he taught
me that afternoon."
  Brett smiled as he thought back to that second week of July almost five
years ago.  He and his family had watched the parade, as they usually did,
and had then gone to the Indian Village set up on the stampede grounds as
part of the Stampede's and the bands' promotion of native awareness.  He
had struck up an immediate friendship with one of the dancers, Joey, who
was two months older than he was, eleven years and ten months.  Although
hesitant, and only after exacting a promise that the boys would stick
together and not leave the village, his family had agreed he could spend
the afternoon with his new friend.  Establishing a better understanding of
their culture being the whole point of the village, the two boys spending
some time together was fine with Joey's mother and father.  Besides, it
would give their son something to do.
  Joey showed Brett his costume and explained the significance of the
symbols and the geometric design, and explained what birds the different
feathers were from, and even which feathers came from different parts of
the bird.  They talked about his dancing, and Brett learned that dance
competitions were held across Canada and the United States in different age
categories, including boys their age, and that there was big prize money to
be won, plus a lot of prestige.  It put a whole different perspective on
dancing, which at age eleven Brett saw as dumb and a girl thing.  Sitting
there in the shade of the teepee they talked about many things, how a
teepee was made, about how they used to live, and how they lived now.
  "You ever heard of Jerry Potts?" Joey asked.
  "No."
  "He was a famous Metis guide for the first Europeans to cross this part
of the land, and he helped scout for the Mounties.  It was the first real
contact our people had with the Europeans, and there was much to learn from
both sides."
  "I bet."
  "There is one story that he almost made the Europeans rabbit stew in a
chamber pot.  It is said he told the men he was guiding that it was a
terrible waste to use a perfectly good cooking bowl to piss in when a man
had the whole prairie around him," Joey said with a grin.
  "Guess that would seem dumb," laughed Brett.  "Hey, did you hear about
the Indian who drank twenty litres of tea?"
  "No."
  "He died in his teepee," Brett said with an impish grin and Joey laughed.
  "Speaking of pee," observed Joey, "do you have to go, or do you just like
playing with your wiener?"
  "Both," said Brett with a grin, quickly removing his hand from his
crotch.
  He, as usual, hadn't realized he'd been fiddling with his penis.
  "Me too," said Joey.  "But I get shit if my parents catch me doing the
second."
  "Yeah, me too," said Brett.  "It doesn't make sense why we can't do it.
It feels great."
  "Yeah, and it isn't hurting nobody.  Adults have a lot of dumb rules."
  "Yeah, they never want us to have fun.  Not real fun."
  "Don't do this!  Don't do that!"
  "Yeah."
  The two boys grinned, having found another commonality.  When you came
right down to it, boys were much the same the world over no matter what
race or culture.  Brett glanced over at Joey's crotch.  He had discovered
the pleasure of playing with himself one day when he'd had to take a piss
while watching television, and had pinched and squeezed his dick to hold
back the pee until the commercial.  That was back when he was five or six.
He'd also discovered how to keep it a secret, from his parents who had made
a big fuss about him doing it, and from his brothers, who he was sure would
think he was some sort of sicko enjoying playing with his dick.
  "Well, if you really have to take a piss, we don't have a chamber pot,
but they have set up portable potties behind the village."
  "Portable potties?"
  "Yeah."
  Brett followed Joey to the line of narrow, blue outhouses all of which
looked like they'd seen better days.
  "You gotta piss bad?" Joey asked.
  "Oh yeah, Way bad."
  "Bet I got to take a longer piss than you."
  "You're on."
  The two boys squeezed into one of the portable toilets, barely large
enough for two small eleven-year-old boys, and latched the door. Standing
there shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip before the toilet, the two boys
pulled down their flies and pulled out their dicks.
  "When I say three, we both start."
  "Kay."
  "One . . .  two ."
  "Wait. What's the guy who loses got to do?"
  Joey thought for a moment.  "You got any money?"
  "No."
  "He's gotta shake the winner's dick off," suggested Joey with a giggle.
  "Deal."
  "Okay.  One . . .  two . . .  three!"
  The boys, being young and having held back this necessity of nature for
over an hour they were so reluctant to interrupt what they were doing, and
knowing nothing about bashful bladders, let loose.  Both did have to piss
badly, but Joey not quite as long as Brett, who'd had a few extra sodas
watching the parade that morning.  Having engaged in this game before, with
friends and relatives on the reserve, especially while playing out on the
open prairie where there was nobody around and it was too far to go back to
the house, he had no reservations about reaching over and grasping Brett's
limp dick and shaking it off.
  "You never seen a native boy's before?" Joey asked, noticing Brett
staring at his dick, having left it hanging out his pants while he'd shaken
off Brett's.
  "Oh.  Sorry.  No.  I was just curious . . .  well . . .  just curious."
  "About?"
  "Well," Brett flushed.  "If it was the same colour as the rest of you."
  "Well, go ahead and have a good look," he said, moving his hands away
from his body and turning to face Brett.  Being the more outgoing and
daring of the four brothers, Brett didn't hesitate.  Besides his skin being
a reddish-brown, Joey was circumcised and his knob was more bulb-shaped
than mushroom-shaped, not having as steep a slope as Brett's nor being as
flanged.  "You can touch it if you want," Joey offered.  Brett again did
not hesitate.
  He'd never touched another boy's penis before.  He hadn't even thought
about doing it.  Although it felt the same as his, it felt different
holding it, and for some reason he felt excited about it, guilty but also
good in a strange way. "Can your skin pull back?"
  "Sure," responded Brett.  "Wanna see?"
  "Sure."
  "Wanna do it yourself?" Brett asked as a second thought.  Joey had after
all let him have a good look at his dick, and touch it.
  "Sure."
  "I've never had nobody touch my wiener before," Brett confessed as Joey
reached over and took his limp dick in his fingers.  Brett noticed the
colour contrast between his pale pink dick and Joey's reddish-brown
fingers, reminding him that they did have differences.
  Although he'd pulled back his skin a million times, it felt totally weird
to have someone else's fingers holding his soft dick and pulling the skin
back.  It was sort of as if he was leaving himself vulnerable, which he was
considering Joey was holding one of the most sensitive parts of his body.
He again felt that strange but wonderful combination of guilt and
excitement.  Nobody had ever told him that boys should not touch each
other's dicks, but he had a feeling his parents and Joey's would have a fit
if they knew what they were doing right then.
  Joey pulled the skin right back off his knob as far as it would stretch,
and then slowly eased it back up over Brett's knob.  Without saying a word,
he repeated the process, causing a thrill of pleasure to ripple through
Brett's limp flesh.  Wanting to give his new friend the same pleasure as he
was receiving, Brett slowly and cautiously reached over and took Joey's
limp penis between his thumb and first two fingers.  He slowly slid his
fingers up the shaft and over the exposed knob.  He found it strange not
having a skin to slide up and down as he slid his fingers back down to
Joey's fly.  As Brett squeezed a bit tighter and eased his two fingers and
thumb back up over Joey's glans, the boy quivered with the stimulation and
grinned over at Brett.
  "Feels wicked don't it?"
  "Oh yeah," sighed Brett.  Playing with himself had been great, but
playing with another boy and having him play with his dick was doubly fun.
  The two boys stood there in the portable toilet tugging and stroking each
other's organ and they were soon stiff.  Joey wrapped his entire hand
around Brett's erect cock, which at three-and- a-half inches was totally
surrounded from base to tip.  He squeezed it tightly and pumped his fist up
and down the length, sending ripples of pleasure through the blood-engorged
flesh.  It felt strange having another boy's hand providing him the
pleasure that up until then his hand had provided, and it felt strange
having Joey's four fingers and thumb all wrapped about his cock.  He had
usually played with his cock using only his thumb and first two fingers,
which was how he was jerking Joey's cock.
  Totally open and uninhibited, the two eleven-year-old boys concentrated
on the pleasure of their throbbing flesh and watched what they were doing
and what was being done to them.  Their breathing slowly became deeper and
louder, and as the stimulation of their organs became more and more acute,
they began to fidget and squirm, the stimulation of their glans sending
shocks of pleasure up their shafts and causing their bodies to jerk
uncontrollably.  The two boys felt the familiar and yet new buildup of lust
in their loins, the pressure gradually building deep down beyond the base
of their now numb dicks.  It was a frightening and yet addictive sensation
that was still new to them.  The two boys finally reached their peak and
the powerful stimulation of their dry orgasms caused them to jerk like
puppets dangling on a string.
  "That was fucking awesome," gasped Joey.
  "Yeah, fucking," sighed Brett.  He had played with himself probably a
thousand times, and had brought himself off to that peak at least a quarter
of the time, but never had his orgasm been that powerful.
  Joey showed Brett around the camp and introduced him to some of his
friends and the two boys finally headed back to Joey's teepee for something
cold to drink.  Asking if the boys minded staying around the teepee for a
while they took in a bit of the midway, the boys assured Joey's parents
that it was no problem.  Taking two sodas out of the cooler, Joey handed
one to Brett and the two boys lay down on the furs on the floor.  As he
looked about the teepee in curiosity and delight, Brett wondered if his
parents would make him one in the back yard to play in.  Hearing visitors
outside, Joey got up and tied the flap shut so they would not be disturbed.
He raised the can of Pepsi to his mouth.
  "I can still smell your dick on my fingers," he observed with a grin.
  Brett raised his fingers to his nose and found likewise.  He'd smelled
his dick on his fingers before, especially when he'd put his hands under
his head before dozing off after playing with himself before he went to
sleep.  Joey's dick he noticed smelled different from his, and, in fact,
Joey had a different smell, a smell which reminded him of bacon for some
reason.  Years later Benny would explain that it was probably because of
Joey's different chemistry resulting in a different odour of sweat, and
because of the wood smoke from the open fire in the middle of the teepee
which they used for their cooking while at the village.
  "Was I really the first boy to play with your dick?" Joey asked.
  "Yeah."
  "Me and my brothers jerk each other off sometimes, and my cousins if they
stay over night.  It was one of my older cousins who first learned me about
jerking off."
  "Yeah?  Cool."  Brett had never heard the phrase before, but jerking off
was a logical name considering how it made a guy jerk at the end.  He
thought about his twin brother, and his two younger brothers, and the
thought of them playing with each other's dicks caused his dick to twitch
in his pants.  He'd love to mess around with them, and have them mess
around with him, but they'd all been told that playing with yourself was
wrong, by their parents, by other adults who had caught them, and even by
their classmates who teased anyone found fiddling with himself.  What he
and Joey had done in the porta potties had been the most wonderful feeling
he'd ever felt, but Brett wasn't sure he wanted to admit to Brent that he'd
engaged in such a dirty act with another boy, let alone that he did it to
himself.
  "We do other stuff too."
  "Other stuff?"
  "Yeah."
  "Like?" Brett asked with genuine curiosity.
  "Like give each other blow jobs," Joey said, looking across at Brett with
his deep brown eyes and a sexy leer
  Brett had heard about blow jobs on the school playground and at the video
arcade at the mall, but he'd thought just girls did that to boys.  He'd
never considered that one boy could do that to another.  He felt a shiver
run down his spine with the idea of putting someone's penis in his mouth
and having someone suck on his.  The idea was so erotically hot he suddenly
became vividly aware of his limp dick curled up in his pants.  On the other
hand, the idea was repulsive.  Putting someone's dirty pee-er in your mouth
had to taste terrible, and it had to be bad, if not a sin then at least
something you'd be grounded for for at least a month with no tv or
anything.  Although daring and mischievous, Brett was basically a good boy
who obeyed his parents and agreed with their beliefs and the teaching of
their church, which they attended regularly every Sunday.  The idea was,
however, also intriguing, and as he thought of the possibility of him and
Joey sucking each other's dick his dick began to bulge out his pants as if
eager to try it.
  "You've heard about blow jobs haven't you?"
  "Yeah.  Of course."
  "So. Wanna try it?"
  Brett was curious, and his partially swollen dick was starting to demand
attention, but still, it had to taste terrible, and if playing with
yourself was something bad, sucking dick had to be something even worse.
  "You've really done it?"
  "Sure.  It's freaking awesome.  Even better that jerking each other off."
  Better than jerking each other off?  How could any normal red-blooded
Canadian boy resist with an endorsement like that?  "Well, sure, I'll try
it," Brett replied with a shrug and a grin.  Joey had certainly not been
wrong about the pleasure of jerking each other off, and if this was even
better he had to try it!
  Joey unbuckled his belt and unclasping the clasp and pulling down his
fly, he pushed down his worn, faded jeans, and then his white jockey
briefs.  Brett similarly pushed down his jeans and slipping his fingers
under the elastic band of his blue Fruit of the Loom briefs, he pushed them
down his slender legs.  Once again Brett felt the combined feelings of
guilt and excitement, knowing what they were about to do was top secret and
taboo.  Turning around and laying on his back in the opposite direction,
Joey propped himself up on his left elbow and bent over Brett's crotch.
Brett inhaled deeply with excitement and nervousness as he felt Joey's hot
breath against his dick and balls, and he propped himself up and watched as
Joey picked his semierect cock up with his lips and slipped his mouth over
his organ.  The physical stimulation of having a hot, moist mouth engulfing
his penis, and the erotic idea of a boy putting his cock in his mouth,
resulted in Brett getting an erection in record time.
  Although the idea of putting a guy's dick in his mouth was still
repulsive, Brett could not resist.  Laying on his back and twisting around
so he was propped up on his left arm as Joey had done, Brett leaned
forward.  He slowly parted his lips as he looked at the limp, reddish-brown
sausage hanging down over Joey's smooth, hairless balls.  He was about to
put a boy's cock in his mouth.  He inhaled deeply and the enticing
fragrance of Joey's cock and balls, a musky, woodsy aroma, overcame the
last vestiges of doubt.  He picked up the slender, limp dick of his new
friend with his lips and worked it into his mouth.  It did not taste bad.
On the contrary, it tasted delicious, and the thought that they each had
the other's dick in his mouth was wicked!  Joey evidently was thinking the
same thing as Brett felt his cock swell and become hard in his mouth.
  Being the one with experience, Joey began to suck gently on Brett's stiff
dick as he began to slip his lips up and down the length of the
three-and-a-half inch organ.  This was not something new to the boy, and he
knew the pleasure that his mouth was giving his new friend.  He ran his
tongue over the stiff woodie, and allowed his saliva to collect in his
mouth and baste the slender sausage and pick up its flavour before
swallowing it.  He quivered as he felt Brett following suit.  He loved how
it felt getting his cock sucked off, and he delighted just as much in
bringing that pleasure to his brothers and his cousins, and now for the
first time, a white boy.
  Brett sucked eagerly on the slender, reddish-brown cock in his mouth, and
he slipped his lips up and down it, knowing that he was bringing Joey the
same pleasure as he was feeling between his legs.  That he was enjoying
getting his cock sucked was evident from the throbbing of his little
eleven-year-old cocklet, and from the way he was sucking and working his
lips up and down Joey's dick.  Brett ran his tongue around the stiffie in
his mouth, knowing that the stimulation by his tongue was increasing Joey's
pleasure just as having his cocklet twirled in Joey's mouth by his tongue
was increasing his.  He swallowed the meaty dick flavoured saliva that had
collected in his mouth with relish, his mouth being so full his spittle
dribbled out from the corners of his mouth and over his chin.
  His stiff dick throbbed hotly and the knob tingled and burned with
arousal as Joey sucked on it and slipped his smooth, moist lips over the
knob and up and down the shaft.  He could feel Joey's bone throbbing hotly
between his own lips, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the dual pleasure
of being blown and of giving a blow job.  It was different from jerking
off, or jerking each other off, and as he revelled in the new and erotic
sensation he knew he had to introduce this pleasure to his brothers and his
best friends.  He sucked on Joey's wiener and massaged it with his lips as
he felt the familiar pressure beginning to build deep in his groin.
  Before long both boys were trembling and jerking once again with their
dry orgasms.  They grasped each other's hips and continued to suck on each
other's throbbing, burning organ as wave after wave of orgasm rippled
through the blood-engorged flesh and caused their bodies to tremble in
ecstasy.  Their jeans and underwear wrapped about their ankles, the two
eleven-year-old boys twisted and snorted and trembled with ecstasy on the
bearskin rug, oblivious to the tourists milling around outside.  Brett
could not think of ever having an afternoon as wonderful as the one he'd
just spent.
  "No wonder you had such a big grin on your face when we came to get you,"
observed Barry.
  "Looks like you've enjoyed hearing about it," Brett observed with a
smile, reaching over and placing his hot, young hand on the swelling in his
father's trousers.
  "I'd say we all did," Barry replied, looking at his sons and the bulges
in their shorts.
  "Then I guess we should do something," began Brett with his father and
brothers joining him in finishing, "since we all got boners."
  Brett, who had been sitting on the floor during the telling of his story,
reached up and taking the tab of his father's fly, pulled it down and then
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  Raising his
backside off the sofa, Barry let his teenage son pull down his Bermuda
shorts and his Stanfield underwear.  Bobby, who had been sitting on the
floor beside his older brother, wasted no time pulling off his shorts and
his grey striped Marky Mark boxer briefs to reveal his erection standing up
out of his thick blond bush.  Barry, meanwhile, had turned to Benny, who
had been sitting on the sofa beside him, and soon had his fourteen-year-old
son's shorts and Navy blue polyester cotton briefs about his ankles.
Brent, who had been sitting beside his kid brother on the floor, completed
the circle.  Pulling off his kid brother's shorts and blue Fruit of the
Loom briefs, he pushed down his own shorts and his tight black Calvin
Klein's and kicking them off, swung his hips up onto the sofa.
  Benny eagerly reached for his older brother's erect cock, and grasping it
by the base, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick it from the base to
the tip, delighting in the saltiness of his brother's sweaty cock and the
fragrance of his musky balls.  At the same time he delighted in feeling his
father's hot, moist mouth engulf his cock, and although he was now almost
five-and-a- half inches, his father slipped his lips right down to the base
of his son's cock.  Brett, as much as he loved sucking cock and as much as
he loved his dad, could hardly do the same with his nine-inch tower.
Instead he grasped the thick tube of meat at the base and licked the shaft
like it was a lollipop, much to his father's delight, while his kid brother
slipped his lips over the knob of his cock and began to suck on it.  The
twelve-year-old quivered with delight as he felt the long, blond locks of
his brother fall over his thighs and felt his hot breath blowing against
his groin.  Brent sucked in his kid brother's balls and rolled them in his
mouth.
  And so the five of them sucked and were sucked, licked and were licked.
Each worked his lips up and down the solid shaft of cock meat as he sucked
on it, Brent slipping his all the way down to his kid brother's hairless
pubes and Barry slipping his all the way down to Benny's dark brown bush,
Bobby and Benny being able to easily take in three-quarters of their older
brother's dicks, and Brett going down the first five inches of his father's
thick cock.  Each member of the daisy chain sucked and was sucked, and each
enjoyed the one as much as the other.  They sucked and licked and worked
their lips up and down each other's tube steak hungrily and openly, and the
room was filled with slurping sounds of four hot, horny boys and their
father sucking cock.
  Having been turned on by Brett's story, and all being experienced cock
suckers, it was not long before all five Brewsters were squirming and
inhaling and exhaling deeply as they felt their orgasm's approaching.
Barry was the first to come, and he groaned a warning as his thick cock
throbbed out its marrow.  Brett was no novice and he easily began to
swallow his father's hot, slimy seed, at the same time quivering with his
own climax.  Although he was only twelve, Bobby was well aware of the signs
and was prepared for his brother's first shot, and he eagerly drank down
his brother's hot, juicy teen cum.
  At the same time, Bobby closed his eyes and trembled as the first wave of
his dry orgasm rippled through his body, and jerked violently as wave after
wave of ecstasy shot through his groin.  Sucking hard on his kid brother's
throbbing cocklet, Brent tensed as he reached his own climax, his young
nuts constricting and shooting out shot after shot of hot teen cum into his
younger brother's mouth.  Benny drank his older brother's cum just as
eagerly as the others were swallowing the cum shooting into their mouths,
and the fourteen-year-old trembled as he felt his cum race up his cock and
shoot into his father's mouth.  Barry allowed his son's cum to collect in
his mouth, and he savoured the saltiness and tartness of the thick cream
before swallowing it.
  After their initial, rapid burst, each of the Brewsters continued to suck
on the cocks in their mouths, and each tightened his lips as far down on
the cock he was sucking as he could and drew his lips up, squeezing out the
viscous cream remaining up the core of the still stiff tube steaks.  Brent
did likewise even though his kid brother had no boy cream to offer, knowing
that even though he could not come it felt awesome after a climax to have
one's cock sucked for a few minutes longer.  Each of them felt the same
way, and each lay there, on the floor and on the sofa, bobbing his head up
and down and drawing out the remaining tart cream of the cock in his mouth,
while at the same time feeling the remnants of his own load being sucked
out of the core of his cock.
  One by one each finally slipped his lips off the cock he was sucking and
lay there in blissful silence, enjoying the warm flush that followed sex as
their cocks slowly became limp once again.  Brent savoured the taste of his
kid brother's cock still assaulting his tastebuds while each of the others
savoured the nutty taste of fresh cum still clinging to their teeth and the
inside of their mouths.  The five lay there on the floor or the sofa,
looking out through the patio doors at the brilliant sunset and relishing
the moment.
  "They got awesome sunsets down here," Bobby finally observed.
  "Man yeah," agreed Benny.  "I've never seen the sky get so red."
  "Red at night, sailor's delight," observed Barry.
  "What does that mean?"
  "Means if there is a bright sunset the weather will be good for sailing
the next day."
  "Well, don't know about red at night, but I'm feeling plenty delightful
right now," observed Brett.
  "Mmmm," agreed his father, and so did Brett's brothers.  Barry looked at
his four sons sprawled out around him in their socks and short-sleeved
shirts, except for Benny, who like himself, still had his shorts and
underwear tangled about his ankles.  "So," he began, "I assume it was Brett
who introduced the rest of you to the joys of jerking and sucking after
that?"
  "Heck no," responded Brent.  "I learned that on my own.  On the same day
actually."
  "Oh?" asked Barry, surprised Brent had not learned about the joy of
boy-boy sex from his twin brother and curious to find out how the boy had
made the discovery.
  "After we left Brett at the Indian Village, you remember what we did?"
  Barry thought for a moment.  "You wanted to go watch the rodeo for a
while, and Benny wanted to go for rides on the midway."  Of the four boys,
Benny was the one who always wanted to go on the highest and scariest rides
at the amusement park.  Brent was just as content not to go on any rides at
all and was just as happy watching the performances or viewing the
exhibits, and in the case of the Calgary Stampede, much preferred watching
the rodeo events to going to the midway.  Even at that age he found a
particular enjoyment in watching other boys, whether it be playing sports
or in the band, performing in a play on stage, or at the Little Britches
part of the rodeo.
  "And Bobby was constantly going to the bathroom," added Brent.
  "Yeah, the little squirt had to take a leak every ten minutes,"
contributed Benny.
  Barry recalled that.  Brenda had gone with Benny to the midway, and he'd
gone with his other two sons, the boys being too young to be on their own
on the Stampede grounds, but he had spent more time escorting Bobby to the
washrooms than watching the rodeo.  Bobby was only seven, and with all the
tourists and strangers in town, Barry was not about to take a chance on his
son getting lost, or even worse, getting molested by some pervert in the
washrooms.
  While Benny had been trying to figure a way to make himself taller so he
could reach the line that determined if you could ride the "Twister" and
while Bobby was standing at the urinal checking out everyone who came in
while his father waited for him outside the door, Brent had sat in the
stands happily munching a loaded hot dog and a bag of chips and drinking
soda as he had watched the men's and then the junior bull riding events.
After watching the qualifying performance of one of the young teen riders
from Duchess, Alberta, he decided on the spur of the moment to go down to
the stables or wherever the riders went they were done to tell him how
great he'd been, and to talk to him, maybe even ask for his autograph.  So
he headed down to the working area of the rodeo grounds and got directions
from one of the cowboys working the chutes where he might find the bull
riders who had just performed.  On his way to where the man had indicated,
he spotted the boy he was looking for leaning against the rails of the
livestock pens and looking out at the cows and bulls.  Brent walked over to
talk to him.
  "Hi," he said simply.
  "Hi," the boy responded, looking down at the eleven-year-old.  He was
sixteen, five-foot- nine and a hundred and forty pounds, not an ounce of it
fat.  His jet black hair was thick and of average length, and he had sexy
deep blue eyes, and thick, sensuous lips.  Brent felt his legs go weak,
like they felt in gym when it was his turn to serve in volleyball and
everyone's eyes were on him.
  "Your ride was awesome."
  "Thanks," he said with a smile.  "Not good enough though.  The fucker
needed more bucking and less snorting to make me the big points.  I barely
qualified."
  "The fucker sure looked like he was bucking a lot to me," Brent said, not
accustomed to swearing but mimicking the boy in the hopes of sounding
older.  The boy smiled.  He examined the boy more closely.  Four foot-two,
deep blue eyes, long curly blond hair, nice tight buns.  A cute kid, and
evidently a fan.  He could not resist the temptation.
  "So, you like watching the bull riding?"
  "Oh yeah.  I like all parts of the rodeo, but especially bull riding."
  "Yeah?  That's way cool.  That's my favourite part of the rodeo too."
  "It must be way awesome to be tossed around like that, and not knowing if
the bull is going to turn right or left or buck or what."
  "Oh, you know."
  "You do?" Brent asked in surprise.
  "After you've ridden for a while you can sense what the bull's gonna do.
You can feel his muscles tensing between your legs."
  "Yeah?  Wicked," Brent responded, glancing at the boy's crotch.  Seeing
the outline of his dick in his tight, faded jeans he quickly looked away
and began to flush.
  The older boy noticed and smiled as he glanced down at the youngster's
crotch.  His blue jeans looked new.  The thought of the boy's innocence
caused the outline of his dick become more distinct.  "And bulls got habits
just like people.  If you've seen a bull perform a few times, you know what
his favourite tricks are to try to get a guy off his back.  Take Red
Thunder over there, the reddish black bull in the corner.  His favourite
trick is to go into a spiral, as if he's chasing his tail."
  "Cool," Brent responded.  A thought suddenly came to him.  "So, right now
you're checking out the bulls for your next ride?"
  "Yeah."
  "Oh.  I'm sorry I disturbed you," the eleven-year-old said, stepping
back.
  "Hey, that's okay.  I'm always glad to talk to someone who's a fan of
bull riding."
  "Great," Brent responded, feeling a warm feeling as the older boy smiled
down at him.  "It must be a great feeling when you hear the bell go and you
know you've had a good ride."
  "It is," the boy said with a smile.  "There's no bigger rush than having
great ride."  He eyed the boy's tight buns and his dick swelled a bit more.
  "Aren't you scared you'll get hurt?  Like gored by his horns, or stepped
all over?"
  "Yeah.  Being scared makes you careful, and gives you the edge you need.
Besides, that's part of the rush."
  "It is?"
  "Oh yeah.  Next to knowing you've beaten the bull, the danger is the next
best part, not knowing if you're going to get gored in the ribs, or kicked
in the head."
  "Geez," said Brent with a sigh, looking up at the sixteen-year-old as if
he was a super hero.
  "Worst of all would be getting kicked in the balls."
  "Eww, that would really hurt," Brent replied, cringing with the thought.
  "Yeah, a guy's not much good for fucking after that for a while."
  Brent giggled.
  "Next to bull riding there's no better rush than fucking."
  "Well, I'd love to try bull riding sometime," the timid eleven-year-old
admitted, having fantasized being a bull rider after every rodeo.  "But I
don't really care much for girls," he admitted, brushing the fine blond
hair from his eyes.
  "It's not girls I like to fuck."
  "No?" responded Brent in surprise.  "I don't understand.  What can a guy
fuck besides girls?"
  "Another guy."
  "Nooo," Brent giggled.  "Guys don't got pussies."
  "They got the best pussies of all," the teenager said, "especially young
boys like you."
  "Yeah, right," Brent giggled.  "Stop teasing.  I might have just finished
grade six but I know about boys and girls."
  "I'm not teasing.  I fuck my kid brother all the time.  He's about the
same age as you."
  "Really?  I mean, you fuck him?"
  "Sure.  I love to ride his ass, and he loves it when I ride him."
  Considering the topic, Brent could not help but look at the boy's crotch
again.  It seemed like his dick was even more visible than before.  Once
again he looked away with embarrassment as he wondered just what the
teenager meant, and if he was just teasing him, and if not, if maybe he'd
let him get ridden.  He did not know what it meant, but it had something to
do with sex, and the thought of doing something that involved sex with the
lanky, handsome teenager was enticing.  He felt a strange feeling between
his legs as he thought about it, a feeling he'd never had before, and the
tip of his dick seemed to itch like he had to pee, but he didn't have to.
  "I can show you what me and my brother do if you want."
  "Well. . . ," Brent said hesitantly, curious and wanting to try it, but
naturally shy and reluctant to explore the unknown.
  "Com'on," the teenager persisted, "Just try it.  If you decide you don't
want to do it then, then we won't.  But if you decide you want me to ride
you, you won't find nobody better to learn you how to do it than me."
  It was very tempting and Brent scuffed his cowboy boots, which like his
brothers and father he wore once a year at the Stampede, in the dirt as he
looked down at them
  "You'll like it.  Like I said, it's the next best thing to bull riding."
  "Really?"
  "You better believe it."
  "Well, okay," Brent agreed with a shrug.
  "Way to go," the teenager said with a bright smile.  "Knew you were a hot
stud boy when I saw you."
  "Yeah?"
  "Fuck yeah," the boy said with a grin as he put his arm about Brent's
shoulder and lead him to the back of the stampede grounds.  Taking him to a
horse trailer, he opened up the back and helping Brent up inside, he
climbed in after him.
  "What is this?" Brent asked, looking around at the leather harnesses and
straps and the bales of hay at the far end.
  "My horse trailer," the boy responded.  "Well, my parents' actually."
  "You ride horses too?" Brent asked with wide-eyed admiration.
  "Oh yeah," the teenager said.  "We can be private here," he observed,
closing the door.  "This is my favourite boy riding place actually," he
continued, Brent not being the first boy he'd picked up while riding the
rodeo circuit, though he was the first for the Calgary Stampede.  "I love
the smell of fresh hay, and of leather and of horse."
  "Yeah, it's cool," Brent said, looking around.  The small barred windows
on each side of the trailer let in enough light and they were open to let
in the fresh air, but the trailer smelled just like the teenager had said,
of fresh hay, of worn leather, and of horse.  "So what do we do?"
  "Eager, aren't you?" the boy said with a grin, and Brent smiled back.
"Well, after this afternoon you're going to be even more eager when someone
offers to ride you."  He reached up and untied the blue bandana around his
neck.  "First you got to take off your clothes."
  Brent giggled.
  "You never seen a horse with clothes on, have you?"
  "Well, no," Brent said with a giggle again
  "So go ahead, take off your clothes."
  Brent looked up at the boy hesitantly.  As the teenager began to unbutton
his shirt, Brent did likewise.  It was a new shirt, blue and white striped
with fancy snaps, bought especially for the rodeo.  He noticed the boy had
a tuft of fine black hairs at the V of his neck.  He was strong, his chest
sharply defined with muscle and his biceps bulging as he flexed them.
Chucking his shirt on top of the pile of bales of hay, the boy undid his
fancy, shiny buckle, telling Brent he'd won it in a competition in Idaho as
he proudly showed it to him.  Sitting down on a hay bale, he held up his
foot and had Brent pull off one, and then the other boot.  Unlike Brent's
they were worn and dirty and Brent suspected maybe even had cow shit on the
soles.  Having Brent stand before him, he had the boy raise one leg and
then the other and he pulled off the boy's boots.  Brent smiled.  For some
reason at that moment he felt like a man.  Pushing down his faded, dirty
jeans, the dust from his recent ride floating through the air as he pulled
them off, the teenager stood there in his blue checked Joe Boxers, socks,
and black cowboy hat as he waited for Brent to remove his pants.  His
boxers began to tent as he watched the eleven-year-old boy push down his
blue jeans and step out of them.  The blond, long-haired boy stood there in
his burgundy Fruit of the Loom briefs, ankle socks, and tourist cowboy hat,
the fine effeminate features of his face complemented by his smooth,
slender arms and legs and his thin chest and narrow waist.
  "Oh yeah, this is going to be fucking awesome," the teenage boy sighed.
Motioning Brent to step over to him, he told him to hold his shoulders and
he reached over and slowly pushed down his underwear and had him step out
of them.  The boy's limp penis hung between his legs, barely as long as his
smooth, low-hung balls.  The older boy stood and pushed down and stepped
out of his boxers.  He had a huge, thick, impressive organ, the head
extending below his pendant balls, his cock all the more impressive in its
semierect state.
  Stacking up a couple bales of hay and spreading his and Brent's shirt
over it, he had Brent turn and lean over the stacked bales, which were as
tall as the boy's waist.
  The older boy spit on his finger and before Brent realized what he was
about to do and could object he ran his wet finger along Brent's ass crack
and wiggled the tip against his butthole.  He repeated that several times,
and then working up a good gob of spit, he raised his middle finger to his
lips and coated it with his saliva.  Placing his wet fingertip against
Brent's butthole, he slowly pressed it forward, slowly inserting the tip up
his virgin ass.  He repeated that several times before twisting his finger
tip inside Brent's hole, loosening Brent up.  He was gentle and careful,
the result of experience, and although he was eager to plug this new,
gorgeous boy, he took his time.  So he gradually loosened the boy's virgin
hole, penetrating it just a little deeper each time he inserted his finger.
  Brent stood there bent over the bales of hay not totally sure what to
make out of what the boy was doing.  He'd had no idea what the boy had
meant about riding him, but this had nothing similar with riding at all.
It was, in fact very strange.  He had been told to shove his finger up his
ass many times by school bullies who were jealous of his good grades and
who took advantage of his shyness and smaller size and weight.  Now a boy
was doing just that to him, and it did not feel all that bad.  In fact,
when you came right down to it, it felt good.
  By this time the sixteen-year-old bull rider was stiff, his slender
six-inch cock curving up along his belly, the boy having a natural bend to
his cock when stiff that was perfect for fucking ass.  There were a lot of
female groupies that followed rodeos and were hot for cowboys, and many who
would have willingly parted their legs for this hot, handsome teenage stud,
but he had no interest in girls.  What turned him on most of all were the
young wide-eyed boys who watched him from the stands or from a distance at
the back of the rodeo while he groomed his horse, their eyes filled with
worship and wonder.  Taking his stiff cock in his hand and working up a
mouth of saliva, he bent his head and drooled over his knob, coating it and
allowing the spittle to run down his shaft.  He knew he should use lotion
or baby oil for the first time, or even soap, all of which he carried in
his kit bag which he'd tossed into the back of the trailer when his parents
had headed downtown in the truck, but on this afternoon with his hot, blond
virgin boy, he felt raw and dirty and wanted hot, raw sex.
  "You okay?"
  "Yeah," Brent said uncertainly, twisting and looking back at the boy.
His eyes immediately fell on the boy's spit-dripping erection.
  "This is a boy pussy," the boy explained incase the boy had not yet
figured that out as he massaged Brent's anus with his finger tip.
  "You going to stick your thing in me?" asked Brent, having deduced that
was what the boy had in mind and uncertain if he wanted to have a guy's
penis inside him, but after the stimulation of being fingered, also eager
to see what it would be like to have a dick shoved up there.
  "Yeah," the boy replied.  "I know it looks big and seems impossible, but
I'll be gentle and slow.  It might hurt for a moment, but I'm sure a stud
boy like you will be able to take it.  But if it is too bad, you just tell
me and I'll get some lube so it won't hurt."
  "Kay."
  "Once I get it in you, I'm going to ride you good.  You'll like it, I
promise, and before we're done you'll be bucking and snorting like a real
bull."
  Brent giggled.
  "I'm Cody by the way.  Cody Shanks," he said, stepping around before the
boy and extending a hand.
  "Brent Brewster," Brent replied, taking his hand.
  "Ready for a ride?"
  "Ready," Brent said as he bent over once again and Cody stepped up behind
him.
  "Push out now like you're taking a shit," Cody said as he pressed his
dickhead against the virgin asshole.  Brent pushed as he felt the hard, hot
knob press against his hole.  "Push harder," Cody grunted.  "Push like you
got a big turd stuck up there wanting out."  Brent pushed harder.  It began
to hurt as Cole's big knob slowly stretched his hole, but he gritted his
teeth and bore the pain.  He couldn't very well ask they stop when they'd
barely begun.  "Com'on.  Make some noise.  Snort like a bull."  Brent
snorted and grunted, not like a bull, but like he'd heard his grandpa
snorting when he was constipated.  The sound of the young boy straining to
accept him turned Cody on and he pressed all the harder, grunting and
gasping himself.
  "Oh fuck, you're so tight."
  "Sorry," Brent gasped.
  "No.  Don't be sorry.  This is so fucking hot.  The tighter the better,
and you're hot!"
  Straightening up, Cody worked up another mouth of spittle, and bending
his head and aiming with experience, he drooled his saliva so it struck
Brent just below the tail bone and ran down the crack of his ass to his
butthole where Cody's knob was still trying to gain entry.  Cody's spittle
oozed about the blood-engorged knob and oozed into Brent's hole.  Brent
pushed out with all his might, grunting as he strained to open his hole.
Cody pressed forward relentlessly, his dickhead fortunately being more
slender than most, and ever so slowly his knob stretched open Brent's
sphincter.
  At last he felt it slip into his rectum, and he paused to catch his
breath, and to let the virgin boy get used to having his knob wedged up his
rectum.  "You've done it," he whispered in encouragement as he tried to
calm his breathing.  "You got my dickhead up your butt."  Grasping Brent's
narrow hips, he slowly began to ease forward again, knowing that his knob
would meet no resistance as it probed deeper up the boy's rectum.  Brent
grasped the bale of hay for support as he felt Cody's dick slowly
penetrating him deeper and deeper, the ring of his anus burning hotly with
a combination of pain and pleasure as the shaft of Cody's cock kept it
stretched open.  The presence of Cody's knob deeper in his body was only a
vague awareness, and the only reason he knew Cody had totally penetrated
him was because he finally felt the teenager's coarse hairs pressing
against his butt.
  "Oh yeah," Cody sighed as he paused to savour the delight of having his
stiff, throbbing cock buried deep up boy ass.  "This is fucking awesome."
  Brent concentrated on the mix of feelings his young mind was trying to
deal with.  Having his anus stretched open still hurt, but along with the
pain was a stimulation that until then he'd associated with taking a big
dump, and it was not a bad feeling.  Still grasping Brent's ass, Cole
slowly drew his hips back until his knob was pressing against the boy's
sphincter from inside his rectum, and he then slowly sunk it back in.  Over
and over he worked his dick in to the hilt and then withdrew it, working
slowly to make the pleasure last as long as he could, and because he knew
he had to be gentle it being the eleven-year-old's first time.  Brent
trembled with the strange sensation of having a firm, hot cock easing in
and out of his rectum, ripples of pleasure pulsating out from his asshole,
and a second set of ripples pulsating out through his groin and down his
cock from a centre deeper up his rectum.  The pleasure, and the friction of
having his body, and his dick, rocked against the shirts Cody had thrown
over the bale of hay, started to get his dicklet erect.
  Cody closed his eyes and relished the pleasure pulsating through his own
cock and groin.  The backside of the young, blond youngster felt so satiny
smooth, and his asshole was so hot and tight.  His dick head itched with
the friction, and with the thought that he was the first to penetrate this
delightful boy's smooth ass.  Reaching under the boy, the sixteen-year-old
cowboy found his stiff dick, and wrapping his fingers about it, he began to
wank it in time with his humping, pulling the skin back as he sank his cock
up the boy's butt and his won skin stretch back, and sliding it forward as
he drew his hips back and his own skin slipped up over his knob.  His
wanking caused Brent to groan and wiggle with arousal.
  After jerking the boy's dick a dozen times, Cody eased his hips back and
slipped his fingers up to the base of the boy's dick and paused.  As he had
hoped the boy would do, Brent, eager to continue the stimulation, drew his
body back, sliding along Cody's dick until the knob was once again buried
deep in his body, and at the same time pulling his dicklet back until
Cody's fingers were wrapped about the knob.  He paused expectantly, and
when Cody made no more to resume his humping and jerking, Brent once again
drew back and pushed forward.
  "Unahhh, yeah!  That's it.  Give me a fucking ride.  Let's see you buck
boy!"  Having the boy beneath him humping his hips back and forth was one
of Cody's favourite parts of fucking a young boy's ass, and he was
delighted that Brent had caught on so quickly.  When he'd said he'd figured
him for a hot stud, he had been sincere.  The boy had that look in his eyes
and the manner about him that told you he was a lover of cock.
  Caught up in the excitement and driven by the irritation of his dick head
and the pleasure of having a hot, solid cock sunk up his rectum, Brent
began to hump Cody's fist, working his young, burning cock in and out of
the boy's clenched fingers and at the same time thrusting his hips back
against Cody's hairy crotch and impaling himself on his cock, and then
thrusting his hips forward and easing back down Cody's erection.  Totally
inexperienced, he thrust his hips irregularly, at one time drawing back and
bumping against Cody, and the next drawing back a mere inch and thrusting
forward again.
  "Oh fuck yeah, what a ride," gasped Cody.  Sweat began to trickle down
from his armpits along his sides and down his back and along his butt crack
to his balls from the heat of their fucking.  Brent felt sweat beading on
his forehead and his smooth armpits and crotch began to grow damp with
perspiration.  The familiar scent of hay and leather and horse was now
supplemented by the musky scent of two boys in heat, the scent of their
hot, perspiring bodies in the small, stuffy trailer, and the distinct
fragrance of a pair of young, hot, sweaty balls.  "This one has to be full
points for sure!"
  His dick burned with pleasure as did his asshole, and Brent gasped and
snorted with excitement and with the physical exertion as he thrust his
hips to and fro, butting against the solid, muscular teen cowboy above him
and thrusting against the bales of hay beneath him.  The odours assaulting
his mind would be forever etched in his memory.  He felt a desire growing
deep in his groin, a desire that grew stronger and stronger by the second
and was impossible to resist.  Suddenly the young, inexperienced boy began
to tremble as shocks of even greater pleasure ripped through his lower body
and he experienced his first dry orgasm as his body to spasm
uncontrollably.
  Cody, realizing the boy was climaxing, grasped his hips tightly and
rammed his hot, aching dick up Brent's ass, crushing the eleven-year-old
into the bale of hay in his lust.  Brent gasped and cried out with his
first orgasm and grunt with the force by which he was being fucked, causing
Cody to ram him all the harder, his own lust drive taking over as the need
to shoot his seed become dominant.  He grunted and gasped as he thrust his
cock in and out of the boy, banging his spasming, bucking body into the hay
bales and trembling with ecstasy as the boy drew back and banged his butt
against him.  With a loud grunt and a lustful thrust, the teen cowboy shot
his hot seed deep up the eleven-year-old boy's rectum.  Normally shooting a
voluminous load, there seemed to be even more this time and the
sixteen-year-old boy trembled and gasped with that ultimate pleasure of
releasing his load up a young boy's ass.  He reached around the boy and
hugged him closely as his cock spurted out his cum with such force that he
felt faint.
  "No wonder you didn't want to sit down when you finally joined us,"
observed Barry.
  "Oh yeah," said Brent.  "It was so fucking awesome my butthole burnt for
days afterward."
  "So, how do you feel about what happened now?"
  "Now?"
  "Yes.  You have any regrets about it?  Any anger toward the boy, or
anything like that?"
  "Anger?  Why?"
  "He did take advantage of you," Barry said, "relying on your naivety and
innocence to have his way."
  "He introduced me to one of the greatest things two guys can do
together," Brent replied.  "He didn't take advantage of me.  I could have
stopped him any time I wanted to.  Because of him I learned about a whole
new aspect of being a boy, and I couldn't have had a better teacher."
  "I'm glad you feel that way."
  "Heck, it was one of the best days of my life."
  "Well, you certainly turned all of us on," observed Bobby, glancing at
everyone's stiff cocks jutting up between their legs, none of them having
bothered to get dressed after their last bout of sex.
  "Then I guess we should," began Brent, quickly joined in by his father
and brothers to finish, "do something since we all got boners."  Brent
glanced at his dad's crotch.  "So, you want to ride me, Dad?" he asked.
  Barry looked into his sixteen-year-old son's eager bright blue eyes and
he knew the boy was sincere.  There was no question his son was an
attractive stud muffin, nor that he'd enjoy riding him and pleasing him
anally, but Barry was also aware that it would not be easy for the boy to
take his huge cock no matter how experienced he was.
  "I'd love to feel your monster plowing my ass," he said as if reading his
father's mind as he reached over and wrapped his fingers about his father's
stiff cock.
  "I'm afraid it will take more than spit to lube it up enough to stick up
your backside," Barry said.
  "No problem," his son replied, getting up and heading for the bathroom,
his own stiff dick, just two inches shorter than his father's, pointing the
way.  He returned a minute later with a tube of KY, something he and each
of his brothers had begun routinely taking with them in their personal
hygiene kits.  As Brent sat down beside his father and squeezed out a
generous amount of the gel, Barry decided it best not to ask why the boy
was carrying around KY jelly.
  "What about you, little brother, you want to give me a ride?" Brett
asked, looking at his kid brother.
  "Sure," Bobby replied eagerly.  "Let's you and me do it side by side," he
suggested, looking at Brent.
  So Barry and Brett sat on one of the king-sized beds and as Brent lubed
up his father's nine-inch pole Bobby greased up Brett's seven-incher.
Other than for their size, the two dicks were identical.  Laying down on
his back, Brent threw his legs up in the air and grabbing them at the crook
of the knees, he drew his knees back down toward his head.  As Barry knelt
on the bed behind him and placed the tip of his lubed cock against the
boy's anxious hole, Brent straightened his legs and rested them on his
father's hairy chest and shoulders.  Bobby similarly raised his hips in the
air and hooked the back of his heels over Brett's shoulder blades as Brett
knelt behind him, positioning himself so he could raise his head and suck
Brent's inverted cock.  Benny, on his hands and knees beside Brent and his
father, lowered his head and nuzzled his kid brother's crotch.  As he took
his kid brother's stiff dick in his mouth, Brent slipped one of his greasy
fingers up his fourteen-year-old brother's butt.
  And so the Brewster clan once again began to get off their nuts.  Brent
pushed out as his father pressed forward, wedging his dick head in his
anus.  At the same time his kid brother did likewise as his twin wedged his
cock in the twelve-year-old's butthole.  The two boys laying on their
shoulders and upper backs grunted and strained to accept the two cocks, and
father and son knelt side by side and inhaled and exhaled deeply as they
slowly forced their lubed cocks up the two anxious buttholes.  Both boys
were tight despite having had their asses fucked plenty of times, and the
four had to strain to unite, but they were all experienced, and they were
all horny.  Ever so slowly the two stiff cocks stretched open the straining
sphincters, and ever so slowly the two blood-engorged cockheads slipped
past the anal rings and into the hot, moist chambers behind the portals.
Brent and Bobby inhaled deeply with pleasure and a sense of success as they
felt the hot, stiff probes slowly begin to sink into their rectums, and
they relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being penetrated until father and
son's pubic bushes were pressed against their smooth butts.
  Barry and Brett paused to enjoy the sensation of having their stiff cocks
surrounded by hot, pulsating flesh, and father and son glanced across at
each other's buried dick, and then up at each other's smiling face.  Barry
could not believe how hot it was seeing his son's cock buried up the ass of
his kid brother, and Brett felt a thrill seeing his father's cock buried up
his twin brother's butt.  The two slowly drew their hips back, easing their
dicks back out of the tightly clasping assholes, and then slowly sunk them
back in, father and son fucking in unison as Brent and Bobby clenched and
then relaxed their sphincter muscles.
  At the same time Brent eased his lubed middle finger in and out of
Benny's ass, stimulating his sphincter and massaging his prostate as Benny
began to suck on Bobby's stiff cocklet and work his lips up and down its
length.  Bobby at the same time had taken Brent's stiff cock in his mouth
and had begun to suck on the throbbing flesh as he worked his lips up and
down over the knob.  The two boys delighted in the taste of cock, and they
sucked and licked the two organs with enthusiasm, knowing their lips and
tongues were bringing their brothers as much pleasure as they were having
giving them the blow jobs.
  Similarly Barry and Brett thrilled with the pleasure of having their
cocks surrounded by hot, moist flesh, but they delighted even more in
knowing their thrusting bodies were bringing their partners just as much
pleasure.  Bobby and Brent, confirmed bottoms, closed their eyes and
concentrated on the burning irritation of their anuses and on the pulsating
pleasure ebbing out from their stuffed rectums.  They constricted and
relaxed their sphincter muscles in time with the thrusts and withdrawals of
the cocks easing in and out of their bodies as they felt themselves
approaching their third orgasm of the evening.  Brent began to thrust his
middle finger in and out of Benny's ass faster and faster as he felt the
tension developing in his groin, and as he finger fucked his brother, he
gasped and quivered with the fucking he was getting from his dad and the
blow job from his kid brother.  Now that was a reward for the story he had
told!
  It was with that thought that he erupted, shooting his teen cum into his
brother's eagerly sucking mouth.  At the same time his finger fucking
brought Benny off and the fourteen-year-old sprayed his kid brother with
his hot, teen cum as his kid brother began to spasm with his dry orgasm,
his older brother's cum oozing out from the corners of his mouth and around
his chin.  Brent was at the same time grunting and whimpering with pure
ecstasy as he felt his dad cum up his ass, his hot, stiff nine inch cock
throbbing out his cum and squirting it deep up his rectum.  Although his
dad was forty-five, he was shooting like a fifteen-year-old, squirting out
just as much cum as his teenage sons.
  Barry was very much aware of that as he grasped his sixteen-year-old
son's hips and filled his rectum with his seed.  He'd never felt so hot in
all his life, and he wobbled weakly on his knees as he shot squirt after
squirt into his son's ass.  Brett was similarly filling his kid brother's
rectum with his seed, and he grunted and gasped with the pleasure of his
climax, and with the knowledge that his fucking had brought his brother to
a climax also.  His cock throbbed and burned with such ferocity he was sure
his kid brother must be able to feel the heat and the force of his
ejaculation.  Bobby could, and the twelve-year-old bucked and jerked with
his own dry orgasm and with the pleasure of having his mouth and his ass
both filled with his twin brothers' hot cum and his body sprayed by his
third brother.  Life could not get much better.
  "So," Barry said as they slowly stirred half an hour later and he looked
at his two youngest boys.  "Your brothers have told how they first
discovered boys can have sex with each other.  You two want to tell about
your first times, or is it getting too late?"
  "Too late?" asked Bobby in surprise.  "No fucking way!  It isn't even
midnight yet."
  "Yeah.  And we only cum three times," observed Benny.
  "I think that is going to have to be my limit," Barry smiled as he looked
at his sons.  The five had disentangled after their last session and had
snuggled up together on the one bed to recover and to enjoy the warm
feeling that followed sex.
  "Bet my story how I found out about sex with guys can get you up again,"
Benny said with a grin as he reached down and took his father's dick in his
hand.  It was limp again, and sticky from going off up Brent's asshole.
  "If you can, it's all yours," Barry offered with a grin, "but remember,
it's late for me, and I'm not as young as you boys."
  "Well, you remember after the Stampede that year we went to Penticton,
like we usually did every summer back when we was living in Edmonton."
  "Yes," Barry replied.  They liked to do different things on their summer
holidays, but they always scheduled time for the sandy beach and fresh
fruit at Penticton.
  "And from there we went to Victoria, and stayed at the Hotel Grand
Pacific on the British Columbia Day weekend the first weekend in August."
  "Bobby thought it was a castle," Brent observed, and they all laughed.
  "Well, hey, it was an honest mistake, and I was only seven!"  Bobby
protested.
  "The hotel does look like a castle," Barry observed in support.
  "Oh yeah, it was fucking awesome," Bobby observed.
  "Oh man yeah.  It was so fancy.  It was just like living like royalty."
  "It was expensive," Barry said, "but I'd gotten promoted to Director for
the North America Region just before we left on holiday and your mom and I
felt like celebrating, even if the cost of that one weekend was equal to my
salary increase for the next four months."
  "The rooms were fancy."
  "The beds were wicked," recalled Brent.  "So soft and so huge."
  "Yeah, all four of us could sleep in one and still have room for Mom and
Dad."
  "That's because you four slept cuddled up to each other in one ball."
  "Yeah," the boys responded, glancing at each other with huge grins as
they thought about how warm and cozy it was snuggled up together,
especially having a butt or a hand pressed up against their dicks, and how
after everyone was asleep one or the other would wake up and do a bit of
exploratory investigation in the dark, which usually woke up the others
though they all feigned sleep.
  "So, your story?" asked Barry, looking at his third youngest and raising
an eyebrow.
  "Well, remember you and mom wanted to go out for a romantic cruise and
dinner that Monday," Benny continued, "and gave us some money to buy ice
cream and sodas and made us promise to stay in the hotel and to be in bed
by nine?"
  "Yes," Barry responded.  He and Brenda had been hesitant about leaving
the boys alone at such a young age, but they figured they would not get
into that much mischief being in new and unfamiliar surroundings, and that
they'd be safe as long as they stuck together.  Besides, after camping all
that time and being with the boys twenty-four hours a day, they were
desperate for some privacy, and a cruise and dinner was only the beginning
of their plans for that evening.  Barry smiled as he thought about the
secluded spot they'd found near the hotel after the cruise, and how they'd
felt like teenagers out necking again as they made out under the pier in
the dark.  It was one of many fond memories of that summer holiday.
  "Well, I didn't feel like swimming, and besides, the guys wanted to spend
all their time in the sauna."  The boys looked at each other and grinned.
Having developed a stronger interest in guys than usual that summer, the
twins had found the sauna an excellent place to check guys out of all ages,
and Bobby had already been doing some show and tell with his classmates
that spring, so he was easily convinced to join them.  "So instead I went
exploring," Benny explained as he thought back to that eventful summer.
  The nine-year-old boy had walked around pretending to be a foreign prince
and imaging everyone waiting on him, had checked out the athletic club and
tried out some of the exercise equipment, and had watched the guys playing
in the squash and racquetball courts.  That was where he was joined by
another boy, a thirteen-year-old blond-haired blue-eyed boy who introduced
himself as Emile, and who spoke with what Benny found out later was a
Flemish accent.  After wandering around outside a bit, checking out the
forecourt and gardens and feeding bread crumbs to the resident mallard
ducks swimming in the outdoor pools, the two new friends went back in and
checked out the shops and the meeting rooms.  Before he even realized, it
was after ten o'clock.
  Finding a room called "The Mark", Benny opened the large, heavy, ornate
doors and stepping inside, found himself in an exclusive private dining
room with Douglas fir panelling, highly polished tables, large velvet
cushioned chairs, and expensive paintings and decorations.  A man of about
forty with a sandy blond goatee and thin moustache and wearing a white
apron and chef's hat was pouring something into a cylindrical container.
Benny immediately began to back out, bumping into Emile and stepping on his
toes, causing him to cry out, which caused the man to turn.
  "Sorry," Benny said, "we was just looking around."
  "Ah, Emile, bring your friend in."
  Benny looked at Emile in surprise.  Emile ushered him in.  "This is my
father," he said, "and this is Benny Brewster."
  "Pleased to meet you," the man said.
  "Ah, well, ah, so you work here?"
  "Yes."
  "Oh.  I thought you were a guest, like me," he said, looking at Emile.
  "That is a problem?" the boy's father asked.  "If my son has offended you
we ."
  "Sh-ah-shoot no," Benny said.  "That don't matter to me."
  "Actually, we are guests in a way," the man said with a smile.  "We are
originally from Belgium, though we are now Canadian citizens."
  "Cool."
  "So, your parents are staying here at the Hotel Grand Pacific?"
  "Yeah."
  "They must be getting worried about you.  It is late."
  "Shhhoot no, they're out having a romantic evening," Benny explained.
"They probably won't be back for hours."
  "They must have great trust in you for leaving a boy so young all alone."
  "Well, I'm with my brothers, but they won't worry about where I am.  We
Brewsters can look after ourselves," he said, stating the fact not as a
boast but as a simple observation and with a self-confidence that he and
his brothers had even at that young age.
  "I see," the man said.  "You have found yourself a very mature young
friend," he observed as he looked at his son.
  "Thanks, sir," Benny said.
  "Hendrik," the man said, "or Mister van Eyck if you are uncomfortable
calling me by my first name."
  "Okay," Benny replied.  The man had a warm smile and he felt immediately
comfortable with him.
  "So, it is late.  Are you boys hungry?"
  The two youngsters looked at each other.  "Yeah," they chorused.
  "So, will it be Brussel sprouts and green beans with liver, or cheese
cake and chocolate coated strawberries with whipped cream?"
  The boys looked at each other again and grinned.  "Cake and
chocolate-coated strawberries with whipped cream!"
  "Very well," the man said with a smile, "I'll go see what I can find in
the kitchen."
  "Dad?" Emile asked as his father headed for the door.  "Instead of plates
and forks, can we eat them, you know, like we sometimes do?"
  The boy's father looked at him, and then at Benny.  "I don't know," he
responded.  "Your young friend might not like it that way."
  "What way?" Benny asked, intrigued by how they could eat strawberries and
whipped cream without a fork.
  "I'll leave Emile to explain while I go get the pastries."
  Emile and Benny sat down at one of the tables and as Emile explained,
Benny sat there without saying a word, what he was hearing being so totally
unimaginable the nine-year-old was speechless, which was a rarity for him.
  "You're pulling my leg," he finally said in disbelief as Emile finished.
  "No."
  "Com'on, you and your dad don't actually do that," he scoffed.
  "We do.  On special occasions.  And sometimes with a friend."
  "A friend of your father's, or of yours?"
  "Mine."
  "You really, well, you know, really, you know, up your. . . ," he
stumbled, unable to voice what he'd heard Emile tell him.  "No way!" he
finally said with a smile and a chuckle, certain it was a joke.
  "Yes way."
  "Really?"
  "Scout's honour."
  "Shit."
  "No, there isn't any.  I know you would think so, but we are sure we are
both very clean first."
  "I didn't mean that," Benny said.
  "If you don't want to do it, that is fine," Emile said.  "I understand."
  Benny didn't know what to think.  On the one hand he was certainly
curious, and Emile had made it sound like fun, and most important of all,
it was something adult and therefore secret and forbidden.  He had recently
discovered the power of knowledge of things that were forbidden to kids.
While he'd been looking up some information in the library for a health
report, he'd found a book that actually had a couple pictures and a diagram
of a girl's thing.  Of course he'd immediately shown it to his best
buddies, who told other guys, and his popularity suddenly skyrocketed.
Since then he'd been on the search for anything sexual, and one reason he'd
headed off on his own that evening was to check out the walls of the men's
rooms, often a rich source of new words and dirty jokes.  The washrooms of
the Hotel Grand Pacific were boringly clean.
  On the other hand, what Emile had mentioned involved doing stuff with an
adult, and he felt weird about that, because even at the age of nine he'd
learned there were some things adults and boys did not do together,
especially big boys.  Most important of all though, it sounded dirty, not
in the snicker dirty way, which would be all right, but in the yucky dirty
way.  Emile had mentioned assholes in his explanation, and assholes were
dirty.  Benny wished his older brother Brett was there.  Brett was good at
thinking on his feet and figuring things out and deciding what to do.  He
didn't know what to think, his mind being torn both ways.
  "I know it sounds disgusting, and I know many think it is wrong for men
and boys to do stuff together.  Dad says in Europe attitudes are much
different from here in North America."  Emile much preferred the European
way.  He, with his father's blessing and, in fact, encouragement,
frequently brought boys he particularly liked back to the kitchen to engage
in that special activity he and his father had been engaging in before
they'd immigrated to Canada.  For one he enjoyed it, and it was doubly good
doing it with a friend, and for another, it was a secret he wanted others
to know about so they could have the same fun he and his father had.
  "I don't think it's disgusting, exactly," Benny said.  "It's just
different.  I never imagined doing stuff like that, or doing stuff with an
adult.  That don't mean I don't want to try it."
  "I'm glad to hear that," said Hendrik, having rejoined the boys and
having overheard the end of the conversation.  He had, in fact, expected
the response, knowing his son's persuasiveness, and a young boy's natural
curiosity and daring, and he had returned from the kitchen prepared for the
possibility.  "Emile, why don't you and Benny go get clean while I prepare
things in here."
  Benny followed Emile to the large men's room in the back of the hotel
that the hotel staff used, and where Emile's father had just been
"preparing himself."
  Saying that it didn't mean he didn't want to try it, didn't mean that he
was going to try it, but Benny was too timid to tell Emile's father that,
and besides, as Hendrik had figured he was curious, and he figured he could
still say no if he didn't like it.  Taking a bag with some hoses out of the
locked locker where his father had just returned it, Emile filled the bag
with warm water and took Benny into the large handicapped stall and latched
the door.  Explaining to Benny what he was going to do as he dropped his
pants and pushed down his underwear, he took the hose and Benny watched in
disbelief as he stuck it up his butt and pumped the water up his asshole.
Emptying the entire bag, which made Benny squirm just thinking about it, he
removed the hose and immediately sat on the toilet and shit the water, and
what shit was up his rectum, into the bowl.  He repeated the process three
times, until the water being forced out of his butthole was clear.  Filling
the bag the fifth time, he asked Benny if he wanted to do it himself, or if
he wanted him to do it to him the first time.
  Filling his rectum with water and shitting it out didn't exactly seem
like a fun thing, but Benny's curiosity was greater than his dislike of the
idea.  So, the nine-year-old dropped his pants and underwear, and stood
there awkwardly and self-consciously as Emile stuck the hose up his
asshole, and forced the water up his rectum.  It was weird feeling the
water filling his lower intestine, and it was funny hearing it gurgle
inside him, the boy being at that age where fart jokes and bodily functions
were particularly interesting and amusing.
  Being cautioned to squeeze his asshole tight when he removed the hose,
and to sit on the toilet as fast as he could, Benny did as he was told,
worried that he'd have an accident and make a mess.  He sat down not a
moment too soon and evacuated his bowel with a loud gush of water, much to
the amusement of both boys.  As he'd done with himself, Emile repeated
administering the enema three more times until the water gushing out of
Benny's rectum was as clear as the water going in.  The nine-year-old was
delighted how he'd felt getting his first enema, and how his rectum felt
now after being flushed out four times, and he decided that he would be a
doctor when he grew up as they returned to the private dining room.
  Emile began to strip as soon as they entered "The Mark", and having found
getting an enema both exciting and pleasing, Benny decided to at least go
the next step.  As Emile's father began to remove his clothes also, Benny
could not help but glance at the man.  He was shorter, chubbier, and less
muscular than his father, and he had only the finest of blond hair on his
lower arms and on his calves.  His chest and belly, except for the patch
above his dick, were totally hairless, unlike Benny's father who had a
dense forest of hair on his chest, and thick, dark brown hair on his arms
and legs.  Soon the three of them were totally naked and standing there in
the elegant private dining room designed to host up to a maximum of only
twenty-eight people.
  "Now, I will show you first on myself, what we do," Hendrik said as he
placed the first of three trays he'd brought from the kitchen on one of the
tables and laying on his back beside it, raised his legs and butt in the
air.  "Emile," he said, as he cupped his buttocks with his hands to hold
them up.  Picking up from the tray a long metal cylinder which had a nozzle
at one end and a plunger at the other, he removed the plunger and proceeded
to fill the cylinder with butterscotch pudding in which was scattered a
generous helping of chocolate chips.  As he filled the cylinder, he
explained to Benny that it was one of several types of dispensers his
father used to decorate cakes and pastries with icing.  Reattaching the
plunger, he placed the nozzle against his father's butthole and as his
father pulled apart his cheeks, he inserted the tip into the stretched open
hole.  Telling Benny to hold it in place, he proceeded to slowly depress
the plunger, forcing the pudding up his father's ass.  His father's dick
immediately began to swell as the paste oozed up his rectum and as he
watched the two naked boys concentrating on filling his ass with pudding.
  Emile repeated the process five times, by the end of which the large
crystal serving bowl was empty and his father's rectum was stuffed and his
cock was fully erect.  The man's stiff six-inch cock looked huge to the two
boys.
  Emile then took a bowl of whipped cream, real whipped cream, not the
commercial stuff in aerosol containers, and taking a scoop of cream with a
flat wooden ladle, he began to lather his dad's stiff cock with cream until
it was completely coated, much to the amusement of the two boys.  He next
took a squeeze bottle of butterscotch syrup and decorated the cream-covered
cock with a web of syrup.  Sprinkling finely chopped walnuts over the now
twitching appendage, he stepped back and looked at his creation.  Benny
could not help but giggle at the sight of the man laying there on his back
with his ass in the air and his cock coated and decorated.
  "Now we eat," Emile said with a grin.  Pulling up one of the soft
cushioned chairs to the table and kneeling on it, he leaned forward as his
dad began to push out with his abdominal muscles.  Benny watched with
curiosity, a feeling of excitement, and a strange sensation deep in his
groin that he'd never felt before as Hendrik forced out the butterscotch
pudding, looking much like very pale brown shit, and as Emile stuck out his
tongue and lapped it up.  He caught the end of the gradually emerging
pudding with his tongue, and as he ran his tongue over his father's anus,
his dick began to swell and his father's twitched.  Placing his lips
against his father's hole, he knelt there on the chair as his father
constricted his abdominal muscles once again and forced the pudding that
had been stuffed up his rectum into his son's mouth.  When Emile finally
removed his lips, they were coated with a thin flim the colour of
butterscotch.  He grinned at Benny as he swallowed, and then snaked his
tongue out to lick his lips.  "Your turn," he said to Benny.
  Benny looked at him and then at Emile's father laying there on the table
holding up his buttocks, a yellowish-brown butterscotch smear on his anus.
He couldn't do it, even though Emile had seemed to really enjoy it and was
waiting for him expectantly.  Of course it was only butterscotch, and he
loved butterscotch, especially with chocolate chips.  Curious but
uncertain, he slowly leaned his head forward and gave Emile's father's
butthole a quick, cursory lick.  It tasted like butterscotch, perhaps with
a faint hint of salt from the crack of his ass.  As Emile's father forced
out a bit more, Benny leaned forward again and licked it off before he lost
courage.  It tasted just like butterscotch, and that strange, unfamiliar
feeling in his groin became stronger.  As Hendrik forced out more, Benny
now eagerly licked it up, causing Henrik's dick to twitch again, much to
Benny's amusement, and interest.  For some reason his own dick was starting
to swell.
  Encouraged by the taste and how exciting this clearly taboo act was, he
knelt on the padded chair as he'd seen Emile do and he fastened his lips to
Hendrik's asshole before he changed his mind.  Hendrik knew how hesitant
the novice nine-year-old boy had to be feeling and he immediately began to
force out more chocolate chip laced butterscotch pudding.  As the paste
oozed out of his rectum and into the boy's mouth, Hendrik's cock twitched
wildly with the knowledge that this was the first time the boy had ever
eaten out ass.  To Benny's surprise, having the forty-year-old man shitting
out the pudding into his mouth caused an ache in his groin that he could
only describe later as being for him to continue sucking the pudding out of
the man's asshole.  It was a strange sensation, one he'd never felt before,
but which was delightful.  It was like an itch deep in his groin where it
could not be reached, and itch that he desperately wanted scratched.
  He finally removed his mouth and as he sat back and licked his lips,
Emile smiled knowingly at him and took his place, and the boy's father
eagerly forced the butterscotch paste up his rectum into his son's eager
mouth.  Between the two boys they soon had emptied Hendrik's rectum as best
they could and had licked his anus clean.  As the boys sat back and Emile's
father lowered his hips to the table, Emile pointed out a clear liquid that
had oozed through the whipped cream at the tip of his cock, which was now
pointing straight up in the air.
  Emile leaded forward and dipped the tip of his tongue in the liquid, and
as he drew back a sticky streamer of the clear liquid remained, connecting
his lips to his dad's dickhead.
  "Mmmm," he sighed.  "Tastes sweet, just like that stuff around the cherry
in those chocolates with cherry centres."  As he licked his lips the strand
connecting his lips and his father's dick broke, half of it laying as a
thin streamer on top of the whipped cream coating the man's cock, and the
other half of the thin streamer curling around Emile's chin.
  Benny bent over and looked more closely at the liquid that had formed a
little pool in the whipped cream at the tip of the man's dick.  It did sort
of look like the sweet liquid inside a cherry chocolate.  Curious, he
tentatively stuck his tongue out and dipped the tip in the liquid.  It was
sweet, and very sticky, forming a thread connecting his lips to Emile's
father's cock just as it had done when Emile had dipped his tongue in the
liquid.  More oozed out, and Benny wondered just what it was as Emile
picked up the one cherry on the now empty tray and stuck it in the clear
liquid.
  The thirteen-year-old then leaned forward and beginning at his father's
balls, he began to lick the whipped cream, butterscotch syrup, and sprinkle
of walnuts off his dad's now twitching and still leaking dick.  Benny did
likewise, licking up the cream and syrup that had run down over Hendrik's
left nut while Emile licked the right one.  The two boys proceeded up
Hendrik's shaft, causing so much of the clear liquid to leak that it began
to run down the man's twitching, aching cock over the whipped cream.  The
boys eagerly lapped it up along with the whipped cream, their tongues
slowly licking his cock clean until the boys were licking the surface of
his cock with their tongues.
  Taking the cherry, Emile rolled it in the copiously flowing pre-cum, and
holding it up to his lips, he bit the cherry in half and offered the other
half to Benny.  The sight of his son eating and relishing the cherry coated
with his pre-cum, and of Benny relishing his very first taste of a man's
pre-ejaculate was too hot for Hendrik.  His cock suddenly fountained,
sending hot, thick streams of cum in the air to fall back down on his dick
and ooze down his dick head and shaft.  Emile immediately began to lap up
the fresh cum, and Benny, not having a clue what it was but knowing it was
not pee, and from Emile's response knowing it had to taste good, stuck out
his tongue and ran it up the man's hot, stiff shaft, collecting the stream
of cum in the curl of his tongue before drawing it in his mouth and tasting
it.  It was not as sweet as the clear liquid he'd tasted earlier, and which
he suddenly realized must have come out of the man's cock also, but it was
not a bad taste either.  Hendrik lay there in ecstasy as he watched his son
and his new nine-year-old friend lapped up his fresh, creamy cum.
  "So, my young friend," he finally said as he sat up, "what did you think
of your first taste of snikkel?"
  "Snikkel?"
  "Cock," Hendrik said with a smile.  "Snikkel is Dutch for cock."
  "It is also called your pik, or your lul, or your leuter," said Emile
with a grin.  "They all mean prick, or cock."
  "Yeah?  Cool."
  "And the answer to my question?" Hendrik asked.
  "Oh.  It was wicked."
  "Wicked?"
  "Yeah, you know, cool, real good."
  "And eating my kont?" Hendrik asked as he slipped off the table.
  "You don't have a cunt," Benny giggled.
  "No, not cunt," Hendrik responded with a chuckle.  "Kont.  That is Dutch
for rump."
  "Oh.  That was wicked too," Benny said.  "So, how do you say fuck in
Dutch?"
  "Naaien," said Emile.  "Or neuken.  They both mean to fuck, or to screw."
  "How about shit?" Benny asked eagerly.
  "The language lesson we will have later," Hendrik said with a grin as he
got to his feet.  "But now, how would you like to take your turn on the
table?"
  "Oh yeah!  I can't wait for my snikkel to make that stuff you made,"
Benny said as he turned and sat on the table.
  "I'm afraid you are too young for that," Hendrik said, Benny not being
the first boy to express his desire to do just that.  "You need to be much
older.  Emile has just turned thirteen, and has not yet come, though his
snikkel is certainly becoming the size of a man's."
  "But I'm close to coming," Emile said.
  "That you are," Hendrik agreed as he smiled at his boy.  "But it does not
matter that you cannot make that special cream," he said to Benny.  "We can
still make you feel very good."
  "Oh yeah," assured Emile.  "Getting your ass eaten out and your dick
licked is like totally wicked.  You'll see."
  Benny didn't need any further convincing after that endorsement.  He
eagerly laid back on the table and raised and spread his legs as he'd seen
Hendrik do.
  "For a young boy's first time," said Hendrik as he placed a second tray
on the table and picked up a clean icing dispenser, "I figured an ass full
of whipped cream and cherries would be fitting."
  Filling the dispenser with whipped cream and placing the tip of the
nozzle in Benny's virgin hole, he half emptied the dispenser.  To Benny,
feeling the whipped cream entering his butt was a lot like it had felt
getting his first enema half an hour earlier.  Taking one of the cherries,
Hendrik pressed it against Benny's pucker and pushed it until it stretched
apart his sphincter and suddenly disappeared as it was sucked into his
rectum.  Placing the tip of his index finger against the boy's pucker, he
slowly pushed until the boy's asshole opened and allowed his finger
entrance.  He ever so slowly slipped his finger up the boy's butt and
pushed the cherry in as far as he could.  Having a cherry pushed up his
rectum and having a man stick his finger up his ass were two totally new
feelings, and both were totally wicked.  Pushing a couple more cherries up
his ass, Hendrik emptied the rest of the dispenser and then inserted a
couple more cherries before refilling the dispenser and squeezing more
whipped cream up the nine-year-old's ass, all the while looking into the
boy's bright, hazel eyes and smiling at the pleasure and wonder he saw
reflected in them.  The stimulation of his asshole each time he had a
cherry pushed up his rectum, and feeling his rectum filling and swelling
with whipped cream, soon caused Benny to become erect, a condition that up
until then had only been caused by having to take a pee in the morning, or
from fiddling with it before he went to bed.  He had no idea why it had
happened, but it felt great.
  "And for a young boy's snikkel," Hendrik said, "Black Forest chocolate
cake."  He had cut out a cylinder of cake coated with whipped cream and
chocolate flakes from a corner back in the kitchen.  He now inserted his
smallest finger to make a hole in the centre of the cylinder and carefully
slipped it over the tiny projection only slightly longer and thicker than
his little finger that was sticking out from Benny's smooth pubes.
  Father and son then began to eat out Benny's ass, and Benny constricted
his muscles like he was told to poop the cream and cherries back out.
Forcing the whipped cream and cherries out and having the naked man and his
son licking his asshole and then sucking on it to suck out the stuff up his
rectum was totally wicked, and his cock jerked so wildly with arousal they
were all sure the cake sleeve was going to fall off.  It itched and ached
to be touched, like it did when he played with it and then stopped to give
it and himself a rest, except this was much stronger.  Had he been a
teenager or a man by then his pre-cum would have been soaking into the
chocolate cake and mixing with the middle layer of whipped cream and cherry
spread.
  Having had his asshole sucked empty and licked clean, he lowered his hips
and propped himself up and watched as the father and son, their lips, chin,
and cheeks streaked with whipped cream and cherry spread, began to lick his
nuts, one taking the left and the other the right.  Just watching the two
of them licking that private part of his body was erotic, and feeling their
lot, moist tongues running over his ball sac caused his little cake encased
cocklet to twitch again.  Emile and his father began to nibble on the cake
casing, and once they reached his skin beneath the layer of cake they began
to lick and nibble on his stiff cocklet.  In time the two were running
their tongues up and down his shaft and the knob, licking his little
three-inch stiffie clean.  Hendrik pulled back Benny's skin and he and his
son carefully ran their tongues over the sensitive knob, knowing how tender
it was and causing Benny to jerk and squirm with the sweet pain, wanting
them to stop and to continue both at the same time.
  The two were relentless, knowing what was going to happen, and Benny
squirmed and jerked with more and more force until finally he grunted
loudly and raised his hips in the air as the first wave of his first orgasm
hit him.  He had played with himself many times, and until then his dick
was feeling much as it did when he jerked himself, but he'd never gone this
far, and it had never throbbed and burned like it was at that moment.  He
gasped and snorted and his eyes went glassy and he began to jerk and
tremble like a boy receiving electric jolts.
  It was totally awesome, and the way his body jerked and thrashed out of
control and the way his dick burned and ached with pleasure and with pain,
he knew he'd have to have this done to him again, many times again.  He was
gasping as if he'd run a mile and felt dizzy, and it took a while for his
breath to return to normal.
  "So what did you think of that?" asked Hendrik.
  "Awesome," Benny replied, at a loss for words to really describe how he
felt.  "I've never felt anything that wicked."
  "Still hungry?" Hendrik asked as Benny slowly sat up.
  "Oh yeah," he said, knowing they still had to do Emile, and after knowing
what it was like, eager to lick and suck the boy's ass and nibble at his
cock to bring him the exotic pleasure he'd just felt.
  So Emile lay down on the table and Hendrik brought over a third tray,
this time along with the whipped cream inserting slices of banana up his
son's rectum.  Of course it was not the first time he'd had his asshole
stuffed, and having it stuffed by his dad in front of his new friend he'd
only met a few hours ago, and knowing what the hot looking dark-haired and
dark-eyed nine-year- old would soon be doing, gave the thirteen-year-old
boy an immediate erection.  He knew his dad encouraged him to bring home
young friends because his dad was a boylover, but he also knew his dad
encouraged him to bring friends home because he himself enjoyed sharing
this sex game with other boys, especially younger ones.  By the time his
father was done, his four-inch cock was standing up tall and proud and
throbbing with desire.  Hendrik had cut four narrow five-inch long strips
of banana cream pie, which he now stood up on end and pressed around his
son's hot, throbbing cock, which he joking called his son's banana, to the
amusement of the two boys.
  By the time he was ready to begin eating out his son's ass, he was fully
erect once again, and so was Benny.  The two of them took turns, Hendrik
forcing his lips against his young son's butthole and sucking out the cream
and banana, and then letting Benny do the same.  Benny's cock ached with
the eroticism of eating out his new friend's ass and he reached down and
tugged on it.  He pressed his young lips against the boy's asshole and
sucked out the whipped cream and banana chunks and his cock tingled with
arousal.
  After sucking out the banana slices and whipped cream, the two of them
licked Emile's balls, as Emile and his father had done to Benny, and
finally began to nibble at the pie around his cock.  As Benny licked the
banana filling and cream from Emile's slender, throbbing dick, he thrilled
with the novelty and the eroticism of licking the cock of a boy near his
age, and he began selecting those of his friends back home that he was
going to share this experience with, beside his brothers of course.
Watching his new friend's dad licking his son's cock was erotic too,
especially with the banana cream clinging to his goatee, and he wondered
how he might get his dad to do something like this with him.  His dick
twitched with the thought.
  Emile was clearly enjoying getting his dick licked by his dad and Benny
too as began to squirm uncontrollably and grunt and gasp with pleasure.
Hendrik knew from the look in his son's eyes that he was seconds away from
his dry orgasm, as did Benny from his own experience only minutes earlier.
Emile suddenly thrust his hips up with more force than usual, his lips
clenched tightly, and with a shudder and a cry of delight, the
recently-turned thirteen-year-old boy watched as a thin stream of cum
suddenly shot from the tip of his dick.
  "Yes!  You're first cum!" exclaimed Henrik.
  "Oh fuck," Emile gasped.  "Oh fuck!  Oh God!"  Several thin streams of
cum shot up in the air so high they were to joke later that he'd almost hit
the ceiling.  The boy trembled and threw back his head in ecstasy, and he
thrust his hips in the air as if trying to follow the trail of semen that
had erupted from his young balls.
  His father bent over and sticking out his tongue he licked up the
streamer of fresh teen cum from his son's left thigh.  He savoured it as
though savouring a delicate cream sauce in his kitchen.  "Go ahead," he
said to Benny, "have a taste of a boy's first shot.  It is like nothing you
will ever taste again."
  Having already tasted Emile's father's pre-cum and cum, Benny did not
hesitate to lower his head and lick up the streamer of cum on Emile's
chest.  He found it was as Hendrik had said.  It was uniquely different in
constituency and in taste, having a thin, egg-white texture and a faint
sweetness and a meatiness like wild mushroom.  Scooping up the largest
streamer of cum that he could find with his index finger, Hendrik offered
the treat to his son, and the thirteen-year-old boy sampled his first ever
wad with joy.  Each of them delighted in a second sampling of the boy's
first shot of cum, and with their breaths smelling of Emile's cum, father
and son kissed tenderly in celebration of Emile's first ejaculation.  As
they parted, Benny bent over on impulse and kissed his new friend also.
The three closed their eyes and savoured that moment, and as they did Emile
reached down and ran his fingertips through his remaining streamers of cum,
delighting in the feel of his hot, juicy semen on his skin.  He slipped his
fingers about his still stiff dick and squeezed it and the remaining cum
still in the core of his cock oozed out.  He allowed it to run over his
fingertips and then offered a finger to his father, and a second to his new
friend, before licking the third off himself.
  "That was like so totally wicked," sighed Brent.  He'd heard the story
now several times, but he still delighted in its telling as much as the
first time.
  "So how do you feel about the experience now?" asked Barry.
  "Great," responded Benny, perplexed by his father's question and his
hazel eyes reflecting his puzzlement.
  "You're all right with Emile's father having taken advantage of your
innocence to have sex with you?" Barry asked.  "Some boys would feel that
they'd been abused."
  "Abused?  That's dumb," Benny observed.  "He didn't abuse me.  I could
have said no any time.  I wanted him to do it, and I'm glad he didn't think
I was too young, which Emile told me later his father had thought at first,
til he saw how much I wanted to do it.  Besides, Emile wanted me to do it
with him and would have asked regardless if his father joined us or not.
He told me so afterward"
  "Well, I'm glad to hear that.  And I can see now why you enjoy rimming so
much."  An outside listener would have found that a strange comment for a
father to make to a son, but Barry's relationship with his sons was not a
typical one, and he was getting to know his boys a lot better than most
fathers ever would.
  "Oh yeah," Benny said, looking at his father, or more appropriately, at
his father's backside.  "I do love rimming, and since you got a boner," he
began, his father, like the rest of them, having become aroused with
Benny's tale.
  "We should do something," chorused his three brothers and father.
  Barry had no intention of objecting as Benny rolled him over on his left
side and had him raise his right leg.  He trembled as he felt his son's
thick hair brush against his thighs as Benny stuck his head between his
father's legs and facing his butt, stuck out his tongue and ran it up his
father's hairy butt crack.  Benny drew his legs up to his chest as his kid
brother laid down below him parallel to his father and began to lick his
own crack.  Getting down on his hands and knees and bending over his kid
brother, Brent nuzzled Bobby's backside with his nose while his twin
brother knelt behind him and spread apart his ass cheeks with his hands to
expose his pucker.  Barry completed the circle by raising himself on his
elbow and running his tongue up Brett's crack.
  And so the five Brewsters, all with raging erections, once again formed a
circle, this time rimming the person in front while being rimmed by the
person behind.  Their mouths filled with spittle from the saltiness of the
backsides they were licking, and as they swallowed, their dicks twitched
with arousal.  Benny, an expert at the act, pulled apart his father's hairy
ass cheeks and stretched open his father's hairy asshole, and leaning
forward, stuck his tongue into his father's dank chamber.  Feeling his
fourteen-year-old son's tongue penetrate his ass, Barry quivered and his
throbbing cock oozed out its first drop of pre-cum despite having already
shot off three times that night.
  Fastening his lips to his sixteen-year-old son's hole, Barry sucked on
his ass as he darted his tongue against the boy's hole, and from the way
Brett quivered, he knew the teenage boy was enjoying having his father lick
and suck his asshole.  Enjoying fucking ass, and knowing his twin brother
took special delight in getting fucked, Brett eagerly licked and caressed
his brother's pucker with his tongue and ran it up the sensitive chord that
ran from his asshole down to his balls.  Brent meanwhile was eagerly
licking his kid brother's butthole, and Bobby was eagerly pushing out with
his abdominal muscles to force open his hole for his older brother while at
the same time eagerly and happily sucking Benny's hole, as he'd done many
times since Benny had first introduced him and his brothers to the joy of
rimming.
  The five eagerly and hungrily licked and sucked each other's bungholes,
forcing their tongues into the dank openings and caressing the tender
puckers.  They were already aroused by Benny's description of his first gay
experience, and the thoughts of him laying naked on the polished oak table
in the expensive private dining room having whipped cream and cherries
sucked from his asshole and having father and son lick his cake-coated dick
to his first orgasm had all five well on the way to experiencing their
fourth climax of the evening.  That, combined with the eroticism of brother
rimming brother and of son rimming dad and dad rimming son, and the
physical stimulation of having a hot, moist tongue assaulting one's pucker
while sucking on a dank asshole yourself had all five Brewsters throbbing
and aching to get off.
  Who was the first to come none of them were sure, and it was very likely
several came at the same time.  At one moment Benny was tonguing his
father's asshole and the next moment his father's nine-inch cannon was
shooting out a volley of cum and his own nuts were constricting as his own
cum spurted out of the burning tip of his stiff cock, spraying his chest
and striking his father's hairy, tightly constricted nuts with his creamy
load.  Bobby was trembling with still another dry orgasm as he sucked on
Benny's hole and while Brent forced his tongue up his anus, his older
brother's cock spurting his cum in rapid shots and spraying the quivering
twelve-year- old's stomach, naked pubes, and throbbing stiff cocklet, the
older boy's creamy load running down his kid brother's stiff, pink sausage
as the tip opened and closed in a desperate attempt to shoot cum that still
was not there.  As his twin brother sprayed their kid brother with his cum,
Brett shuddered as his own balls constricted and he shot his own load out
in rapid machine gun fire while his father sucked on his asshole.  The room
was once again filled with the laboured breathing of the five Brewsters and
the fragrance of fresh cum.
  "All this rimming and cumming has given me an appetite," observed Brent
some time later.
  "Everything gives you an appetite," Benny commented with a grin.
  "Look whose talking."
  "That story of your first gay experience would make anyone hungry,"
observed Brett.
  "It sure the fuck made us all horny," Bobby said with a giggle, and all
five had to agree.
  "How'd you boys like a bowl of ice cream?"
  "Did you say a bowel of ice cream?" Benny asked with a gleam in his eyes.
  "I don't think so," Barry said with a chuckle.
  "Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be a good idea," the fourteen-year-old
concluded.  "It would melt in no time up our hot assholes."
  Barry got out the ice cream while the boys got out the soup bowls and the
five helped themselves to a large serving of butterscotch, rum and walnut
ice cream.
  "That was great," observed Benny with a burp as he pushed away his bowl.
  "That was well brought up," observed Brett with a twinkle in his blue
eyes.  "Too bad you weren't."
  Benny responded by giving him the finger and a huge grin.
  "I'm stuffed," observed Bobby as he sat back and rubbed his stomach.  All
four boys and their father were buck naked, not having bothered to get
dressed after their last bout of sex.
  "Well," said his dad as he looked over at him, "you're the last one left
to tell about your first time with another guy.  You too tired to tell us
how you first found out guys could do things with each other?"
  "Fuck no," responded Bobby.
  "Bobby's never too tired to talk about sex."
  "Or to have sex."
  "Yeah, he's a fucking maniac."
  "Well, a maniac anyway," observed Brent, and his two brothers and father
all agreed.
  "Very funny," Bobby responded, wrinkling his nose at them.
  "So, how did it happen?" prompted Barry.
  "Well, it was the same summer."
  "That somehow doesn't surprise me from what you boys have told me
tonight," Barry observed.
  "Remember we decided to return home through the States."
  "Yes, I remember," Barry replied, having to pause and think for a moment.
  "And we decided to stop for a day at Seattle."
  "Yes."
  "And I got lost."
  "That I remember clearly," Barry said.
  The family had begun the day visiting the Hiram Chittenden Locks where
they'd watched a freighter pass though on its way to Puget Sound and gone
below to observe the fish ladder.  That afternoon they'd spent at the
Pacific Science Centre and gone up the Space Needle, and they ended the day
wandering Seattle's waterfront.  That was where Bobby got separated from
the others.  Barry and Brenda had assumed he'd gone off with the boys and
the boys had assumed he'd stayed with their parents.  What had actually
happened was that having become bored with looking at the bay and the ships
and at the Olympic mountains through the giant periscopes at Pier 48, and
mostly becoming impatient waiting his turn as his brothers, according to
him later, hogged the periscopes, and knowing his parents were busy looking
at the dozens of even more boring import shops in the old warehouses, he
had wandered off on his own.
  "Your mother and I were worried sick when we found out you were missing,"
observed Barry.
  "Yeah, so were we," added Brent.
  "You asked Dad if he couldn't find me if you could have a puppy to take
my place," Bobby objected.
  "Well, I just asked that because you were Mom and Dad's pet," added
Brent.
  "Oh sure," replied Bobby.  "And you asked if you could have my toys," he
continued, looking at Benny.
  "Well, I didn't want them to go to waste."
  "And you told Mom and Dad that it wasn't that big a deal on account they
could always make another baby."
  "I was just trying to cheer them up," Brett protested.
  "Should we get on with what happened?" asked Barry, knowing the boys were
just having some good natured ribbing, but also knowing where that could
lead with his four boys full of energy despite the fact it was now after
midnight.
  "Well, first of all I didn't realize I was lost," said Bobby.
  That was the truth.  He had just wandered along without paying much
attention where he was going, splashing in puddles of water, following the
flowing water along the gutter to watch it disappear down a drain and
throwing in twigs and leaves to watch them disappear down the dark hole,
trying to catch a seagull, and the myriad of other things that attracts the
attention of a seven- year-old.  He did not even notice that he'd left the
comparatively clean and safe tourist area and had wandered into a more
disreputable part of the waterfront frequented by the more disreputable
citizens of the city.  He spotted a drunk in an alley trying to extract his
dick to take a leak but too drunk to do so.  The man motioned for Bobby to
help him get his dick out, and being the good boy scout that he was, and
curious besides, Bobby readily finished pulling down the man's fly and
slipped his fingers inside and pulled out his dick.
  Further down the street he walked by another drunk sprawled out on the
sidewalk and from his smell and the stain in his pants, it was evident he
hadn't found a boy scout to help him take his out in time.  A man and woman
with such skimpy clothes her boobs were practically hanging out were
engaged in a hot kissing and groping session, which Bobby found interesting
until the guy slipped his hands inside her skirt.  It was about that time
that a group of half a dozen boys spotted him and began to advance, knowing
easy prey when they saw one.  Bobby fortunately saw them also, and being no
fool, turned and began to run, with the gang in hot pursuit.  Dashing
around a corner, he ran smack into a man, a solid, muscular man, a tall,
black man in a uniform, a motorcycle policeman.
  "Stay there," he ordered, and Bobby froze, certain he was about to be
placed under arrest for running in the street, or chasing that seagull, or
something, perhaps one of the pranks he'd pulled that day, and he began to
recall what mischief he'd gotten into so far that day that might be reason
for his arrest as the cop raced past him and after the gang that had
dispersed the moment the boys had seen him.  He returned ten minutes later
with three of them, two cuffed together and the third under the threat of
the club the policeman was carrying, and he, his three captives, and Bobby
headed for his motorcycle.
  "So, what are you doing in this part of the city?" the officer asked,
that the innocent, well- dressed seven-year-old did not belong there being
obvious to even a novice policemen.
  "I, well, was just looking around, honest," Bobby responded, his eyes
wide and innocent.
  "Where are your parents?"
  "Ah, well, back, ah, well, they were looking at some dumb statues and
stuff in one of those big warehouses, ah back that way . . .  I think."
  "You're not sure which way."
  "No," Bobby admitted.
  "If it's the shops I think you mean, you've wandered quite a way off,"
the officer observed.
  "Ah, yeah, I guess," Bobby responded, looking around and realizing he
didn't have a clue which direction to take to return to his brothers and
parents.  He was immediately concerned.  They would be worried about him,
and more important, he would be in deep trouble when he did get back.  Mind
you he was used to being in deep trouble and being grounded or otherwise
punished.  He was not one of those quiet seen-but-not-heard types of boys.
  "Well, come with me to the station and we'll take care of these three,
and then look for your parents."
  "All of us are going to the station on your motorbike?" Bobby asked,
trying to imagine how that was going to work.
  "No," the young officer said with a smile.  "I've called for a car to
pick these boys up."  At that very moment a police car arrived and the
three boys were placed in the back.  "You go with this officer, and I'll
meet you at the station."
  "Can't I ride with you on your bike?"
  "Well ."
  "Please?" Bobby asked, looking up at the policeman with such wide eyes
that it would have been impossible for the toughest veteran to turn him
down, never mind a young policeman with only a year under his belt.
  "You are supposed to have a helmet, but it isn't that far, and perhaps it
is better we keep you separated from those delinquents," the officer
rationalized.
  "Can you turn on your siren?"
  "I suppose I could do that," he said with a smile.
  As they headed down the street behind the patrol car and the officer
turned on his siren, Bobby snuggled back, pressing his buttocks against the
man's crotch and having the time of his life.  His grin was so wide the
policeman wouldn't have needed to turn on his headlights had it been night.
His parents and brothers would be worried, but he couldn't be expected to
worry about them all the time, and besides, he was going to get punished
when he got back anyway so why ruin his fun now by worrying.  That was the
way he figured it.  He slowly became aware that the officer's crotch had
become very warm, and that he was pressing against something firm and
tubular.  He wondered if it was the man's gun, and immediately pulled away.
A second later the officer shifted and pressed his groin against Bobby's
narrow backside.  Evidently it was not his gun, and Bobby immediately
thought of the billy stick the man had been carrying.  He pressed his
buttocks back against the hard cylinder more forcefully.  It felt good.
  Arriving at the station, the officer got him a chocolate ice cream cone,
the station being near the waterfront and seeing a lot of lost children
keeping a supply of ice cream and cones on hand.  Leaving him under the
supervision of the front desk, he headed off to deal with the three young
offenders who had been chasing the boy, not having anything to charge them
with but knowing he had enough to put some fear into them.  When he got
back, Bobby had eaten half the ice cream, and gotten the other half all
over his face and shirt.
  "Now then, we'd better get some information about you," the officer said.
  "Kay," Bobby responded, wiping the ice cream from his lips with the back
of his hand.
  "First we better get you wiped off," the officer said.  Leading the boy
to the washrooms, he stood there watching as Bobby gave his face and hands
a cursory wipe.  Bobby wondered why the officer was watching him so
closely, until the officer smiled and suggested that he could use a bit of
water.  Just like his mom!  As Bobby did so, he kept his eyes on the police
officer.  He'd thought about being a Mountie when he grew up, or being a
farmer with a fruit orchard in Penticton, but as he glanced at the image of
the man in the mirror he thought being a policeman would be an awesome job,
especially getting to wear a neat uniform like his and to get to carry a
gun and a stick.
  There was another reason for glancing at the image of the policeman in
the mirror.  The young officer who had "saved" him was the first black
person Bobby had seen in real life, having lived in a very traditional
white middle-class suburb of Edmonton his short life.  He wondered if his
whole body was black, especially his butt and his dick and nuts.  That
would be so cool.  He hoped the guy might take a leak, but he didn't, not
even when he reached down and fiddled with his thing and concentrated real
hard in the hopes of transferring his thoughts to him.
  Even when he said he had to take one and stepped up to the urinal and
managed a tiny trickle the guy didn't take one, to his disappointment, and
even more disappointing was that the guy made him wash his hands all over
again.
  As they sat at one of the desks in a small conference room and Bobby
began answering the officer's questions, pretending he was a criminal and
being interrogated like he saw in cop shows on tv, he drew his legs up and
hugged them, flashing the guy his underwear but the guy paid no attention.
He reached down and squeezed himself, and then became even bolder and
slipped his fingers under the elastic of his white briefs and tugged on his
dick.  That got the officer's attention.
  "Do you have to take another leak?"
  "Ah, no, I just like to play with it," Bobby said suggestively, hoping
the officer would say he liked to play with his also, or would ask if he
could see his, or offer to show Bobby his, all of which sounded like
logical next steps to the seven-year-old.  To his disappointment the
officer continued with his paperwork.
  Keeping his eyes on the police officer so he could stop the moment the
man looked up, he slipped his hand up the leg of his wide-legged shorts and
in the leg hole of his white briefs.  Finding his dick, he pulled it and
his right ball out through the leg hole.  The leg hole of his briefs was
tight and it kept his dick and ball trapped there.  He spread his legs
apart even further and drew his knees up to his chin.  He cleared his
throat and as the policeman began to raise his head Bobby quickly glanced
away.
  "When you arrived at the street where the gang was, what were you doing?"
  "Just walking," Bobby said with a shrug.  "Looking around."
  "And when you saw the gang of boys?"
  "I ran."
  "I mean before they began to chase you.  What did you do when you first
saw them?"
  "That was when I first saw them.  When they began to chase me."
  "Did you say anything to them before that?  Maybe said something to make
them mad?"
  "Un-unh.  I never said nothing.  They just suddenly began to chase me."
  "You do anything first.  Anything that might have made them notice you?
Maybe give them the finger or something?" the officer suggested.  "Or maybe
show them your penis like you've been showing me?"
  Bobby immediately turned red, realizing he was caught.  He wished he knew
how adults did that.  "Un-unh," he said.  "Honest.  They weren't black like
you."
  "What do you mean?"
  "I didn't want to see their dicks."
  "But . . .  you want to see mine."
  "Un-huh."
  "Because I'm black."
  "Un-huh.  I've never seen a black guy's dick before."
  The officer studied him for what to Bobby seemed like a long time.  "That
business in the bathroom about taking a leak, and playing with yourself as
we've been talking, and pulling your penis out through the leg of your
shorts, that's all because you want to see my penis?"  Bobby nodded in the
affirmative.  "Because I'm black?"  Bobby nodded again.  "You don't have
any black men in Edmonton?" he asked, having ascertained that was where
Bobby lived.  "Yeah, but none where I live or nothing," Bobby replied.  The
man thought again, for an even longer time.  "If I showed you, you won't
tell anyone else that I let you see it?"  Bobby shook his head in the
negative as he looked at the man seriously.
  Getting up and locking the door, the officer paused and reconsidered what
he was about to do.  It was an insane idea, and it certainly was risky.  He
was twenty-three, a policeman for just over one year, and a responsible
adult and more than three times the kid's age.  He of all people knew he
shouldn't do what he was thinking of doing, but there were good reasons for
it.  The kid was definitely sexually precocious from the behaviour he'd
seen, and if he didn't show the kid his dick the kid would keep looking
until he found a black man who would.  Far better it be him in the safety
of the police station than some pervert in some back alley.  That was known
as preventive action.  Besides, the kid was cute, very cute, and despite
his precociousness, he was very innocent, and the thought of showing the
kid his dick was alluring.  He didn't mind flashing his dick at the urinals
or when he changed in the locker room at the YMCA, or when he showered at
the local swimming pool.  That included adults as well as teenagers and
kids.  He knew he had an impressive cock, in size and in shape, and that
his colour attracted interest besides.  He had something to flaunt, so why
not flaunt it?  As for showing it to kids, why not give them a thrill?
There was no harm in that.
  He slowly pulled out his semierect sausage, and as he removed his hands,
the look in the boy's eyes told him he'd made the right decision.  He
smiled.
  "Wowww, you're big," Bobby observed appreciatively.
  "Well, I'm a big man," the officer responded, not wanting the boy to get
a complex about his own size.  "Yours will get bigger as you get older."
  "Are your nuts black too?"
  The officer nodded, wondering what colour young boys thought they might
be.
  "I got big nuts," Bobby commented.  "Everybody says so.  They're bigger
than other guys in my class.  Want me to show you?"
  That the kid wanted to show him was evident in his voice.  Like most
seven-year-olds, Bobby was honest and straight forward and hid his desires
poorly.  Subterfuge and deceit came with adulthood.  The officer suspected
that Bobby was proud of his testicles and wanted to show them off, and was
hoping that if he showed him then he might show Bobby his.
  He smiled.  Children were so obvious at the age of seven.  That was one
of the things that made them such a joy.  He nodded, and Bobby, eager to
show him for both of the reasons the man has suspected, immediately jumped
to his feet and quickly pushed down his trousers and his tight, white
briefs, revealing his naked, hairless pubes, his own semierect cock, and
his low hung balls.  He had been telling the truth.  He had a nice size
ball sack for a kid his age.  He looked up at the officer, his hazel eyes
full of expectation and hope.
  "You are well hung," the officer said.  Bobby stared at him blankly.
"You do have a pair of nice size balls," he explained, and Bobby beamed.
"I suppose it only fair I show you mine," the officer continued, and Bobby
grinned even wider.  Undoing his gun belt, and then his trouser belt, and
unsnapping the snap, he allowed his trousers to drop to his knees.
Slipping his hands under the elastic band of his plain white Joe Boxers, he
eased them down, disentangling his cock as he pushed them to his knees.
Bobby stood there in awe of the sight of the man's huge plum-sized and
plum-coloured testicles.
  Suddenly stepping up to the man, he reached out and wrapped his fingers
around the semierect dick.  The sight of his small, pink hand around his
sausage, and the feel of its smallness and heat, caused the cop's dick to
begin to swell, much to the delight of the seven-year-old.
  "Yours is different from mine," Bobby observed.  "Your little guy got no
hood."
  "No," the policeman smiled.  "I was cut when I was a baby."
  "Cut?" Bobby asked, looking up at the man with concern.
  "Had my . . .  my hood removed."
  "Ewww," Bobby said with a shiver.  "Why?"
  "That was what doctors did where I was born.  They figured it was
healthier.  You know, easier to keep clean."
  "Oh.  Mom and Dad remind me lots to pull back my hood and be sure I wash
good there."  The conversation and having the boy standing there with his
pants and underwear down and holding his dick soon had the man erect.
"Isn't it great when it does that?" Bobby asked with childish frankness.
  "Yes, it is."
  "Yours is fucking huge."
  "You have a nice size one for a boy your age and size," observed the
policeman, not wanting the boy to develop a complex over his size.  To his
surprise he felt a sudden desire to feel the tiny pink organ between his
fingers.
  "It can get hard like yours too.  But I gotta play with it.  You wanna
see?"
  "Sure," the policeman found himself saying, knowing he was carrying this
concern for the kid's self-concept a bit too far.
  Bobby dutifully began to fiddle with his little dick, and it did not take
long to get it hard.  "You wanna feel mine?"
  The boy was cute and those big hazel eyes were hard to refuse, and
besides, the kid was getting him turned on.  As the policeman reached down
and slipped his fingers about Bobby's stiff dick, he told himself he was
doing it so the boy would not feel guilty about what they were doing and
would come back twenty years later and accuse him of abuse.  He knew that
was not the real reason for doing so, or at least not the whole reason, but
his responses to the boy's evident flirting were totally unexpected and too
much of a surprise to himself to analyse on the spot.  Bobby worked his
hips to and fro, fucking the man's fingers, and with a smile, the man found
himself doing the same, causing Bobby to giggle.  They stood there and
pumped their fists up and down each other's stiff cock for a few minutes.
  "Feels good, don't it?" Bobby said, more as a statement than a question.
  "Yes, it does."
  Bobby looked at the huge, black dick in his hand and an idea suddenly
came to him.  Usually acting on his impulses and seeking forgiveness later
if forgiveness was needed, he knelt down and holding the man's dick by the
base he ran his tongue over the man's knob.  The memory of him licking the
chocolate ice cream cone came to his mind, and to the policeman's also.  He
licked the knob again, this time with more zest.  He squatted down a bit
and licked the man's shaft, and then his hairy balls, but quickly returned
to the man's knob, because he liked the taste and the texture of it the
best, and because he didn't like hair in his mouth, and because licking it
made the policeman squirm and inhale deeply, and that was so wicked that a
kid could make an adult do that.
  When Bobby had first licked his knob, the police officer had been so
surprised and Bobby had done it so quickly he had done it before he was
able to stop him.  Then when Bobby had licked his shaft and his balls he
couldn't believe the kid was doing it, and again it was over before he'd
figured out how to stop the boy.  He knew he should stop him when he
resumed licking his knob, but the boy had decided to do it totally on his
own and certainly without any encouragement from him, and it being the
first time anyone had ever licked his cock, it was shocked how good it
felt, even though the person licking his dick was a seven-year-old boy.
After a dozen licks, there was no way he was going to stop the boy.  He'd
never felt so hot in all his life.
  That was a total surprise, not that getting his cock licked was hot, but
that having it licked by a seven-year-old boy was turning him on so.  He
could not deny the thrills of arousal rippling through the rim of his glans
as Bobby licked it, nor the pleasure the boy's licking was bringing.  The
look on the boy's face, his hazel eyes deep in thought and his long,
dark-brown lashes fluttering as he ran his hot, moist tongue over his
flesh, was hotter than any naked centerfold.  The boy's pink tongue
contrasted sharply with his dark purplish-black dick head, and there was no
doubt about the boy's pleasure as he licked his knob as eagerly as he'd
licked the chocolate ice cream cone half an hour ago.
  There was no doubt about the police officer's pleasure either.  His stiff
cock was throbbing with desire, and each time Bobby's tongue ran over the
sensitive knob it sent thrills of arousal shooting through it and down the
core of the shaft.  He'd never engaged in anything so erotic, and the
pleasure the boy was giving him was even greater than the pleasure he felt
when fucking his girlfriend.  His cock pulsated and ached with arousal as
he felt himself being quickly brought to his peak.  Even thinking about his
girlfriend as he got ready for a date didn't get him so horny.  The boy
having brought him this far, he decided to let him continue for just a few
more seconds, and then for just a few more after that.  Suddenly he'd gone
too far and his cum began to gush up the core of his cock.  He immediately
pulled back, but it was too late to stop it, and he stood there unable to
do anything as he sprayed Bobby's face.
  "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" the cop exclaimed.  "I'm really sorry.  I am.  I
should have stopped you, or pulled farther away, but it was so sudden."  He
looked down at the boy in dismay, his smooth, flushed cheeks and his chin
streaked with ribbons of cum and his dark brown hair spattered with the
creamy juice.  One wad had shot up the side of his nose and almost into his
eye.  "Oh fuck," the man sighed.  He was perturbed by his actions, but
spraying the young boy was also so hot he could not believe it.  The sight
of the boy spattered with his load caused another wad of cum to ooze out of
his stiff dick and hang in a long pendant from the tip.
  "What is that stuff," Bobby asked, looking at the pendant of cum hanging
from the tip of the man's cock and reaching up and wiping some of it off
his cheek with his fingertips.
  "Cum," the policeman said.  "Semen.  That's the stuff that a man makes to
put in a woman to make a baby."
  "It's warm.  And sticky," Bobby said, rubbing it between his thumb and
fingers.  He reached up and wiped the thick wad along the side of his nose
off and looked at the creamy wad he'd transferred to his fingers.  He
raised his hand and sniffed his fingers, and on impulse stuck his index
finger in his mouth and sucked it off.  "Don't taste bad," he observed as
if tasting a sample of a new product at the supermarket.  Looking at the
man's thick, black dick, he again acted on impulse.  Still kneeling before
the now spent policeman, he leaned forward and catching the end of the
pendant of cum in the centre of his tongue, he slowly raised his head until
his tongue touched the underside of the man's still erect penis.  He ran
his tongue up along the funnel along the underside of his dick and over the
peehole, licking off the creamy ribbon that had been hanging from it.  His
action of course caused more cum to ooze out of the dazed policeman, and
Bobby slipped his lips over the tip of his cock and sucked on it, drawing
out his baby-making juice.
  Reaching out in a daze, the policeman placed his hands on Bobby's
shoulders and running them under the boy's arms, he raised him to his feet.
Squatting in front of him, the twenty-three- year-old officer stuck out his
tongue and ran it over the boy's smooth cheek, licking his streamers of cum
from it.  He licked off the boy's chin, the side of his nose, and the
steamers of cum on his other cheek.  Squeezing the boy's thick hair, he
pulled up, squeezing off his spatters of cum, which he then licked off his
fingers.
  Having the boy sit on the desk, his shorts and underwear about his ankles
and his sneakered feet swinging above the floor, he knelt before the boy
and lowering his head, he licked the boy's balls and his stiff cocklet,
causing Bobby to squirm with the pleasure.  He took his dick, which was no
bigger than his little finger, in his mouth and sucked on it.  He worked
his lips up and down, pulling the skin up and down over the boy's knob.  He
did not question what he was doing, or even marvel that he, a policeman and
straight his entire life, was sucking the cock of a seven-year- old white
boy.  The boy had, after all, given him a blow job.
  With that thought in mind he worked his lips up and down the tiny
cocklet, barely more than two inches long, and sucked on the surprisingly
hard and hot tube.  His previous pleasure of receiving a blow job was now
replaced by the pleasure of giving a blow job.  The boy's dick was so small
and slender, so delicate despite its stiffness and heat.  It was so hot
kneeling there before the boy sitting up on the table and sucking on his
little cocklet.  Bobby began to breathe heavier and to squirm, causing the
man to suck all the harder, which caused Bobby to squirm even more.
Finally he began to jerk and buck with his first orgasm, having fiddled
with himself before but never having gone this far.
  The uncontrollable jerking of his body caught Bobby totally by surprise
and he could not believe the thrills of pleasure shooting through his
little dickie and causing his body to buck and quiver as wave after wave
rippled through it.  He swayed dizzily there on the desk as his thighs went
numb his mind could think of nothing else than the pleasure throbbing hotly
between his legs and the sight of the muscular black police officer
kneeling before him in his uniform, with his trousers and underwear about
his ankles and Bobby's shorts and briefs about his.
  It was an awesome experience for both of them, and a surprise besides, it
being Bobby's first climax, and it being the first time the police officer
had ever given a blow job.  Months later he'd still be reliving every
moment of this afternoon, and trying to figure out what had happened to
cause an officer of the law, a respectable and responsible adult and an up
until then straight man, to suck off an innocent seven-year-old boy.
  He finally stood up, and Bobby slipped off the table and the two drew up
their underwear and trousers.  Bobby assured the officer that what had
happened had been totally wicked and that he was all right, and the boy
received the same assurances from the policeman upon his inquiry.  After
agreeing that what had happened would be their secret, not because it was
wrong but because others would never understand the pleasure they'd gotten
from it, the police officer took Bobby back out to his motorcycle and they
went out in search of his parents.
  "So while we were worried sick about you, you were having your first blow
job!" said Benny with a hint of annoyance in his voice, which of course was
a put-on, as he raised his right eyebrow.
  "You weren't worried sick over me."
  "Well, if you'd given us a bit more time we would have been."
  "So are you okay with what the policeman did, son?" Barry asked with
concern.
  "Sure.  I've had way better blow jobs since then, but he was pretty good
at it."
  "I mean, are you okay with a man taking advantage of you like that?  He
was an adult.  If he ."
  "Seems more like Bobby took advantage of him," interrupted Brett.
  "Hey, I just wanted to see what a black man's cock looked like,"
interrupted Bobby.
  "You showed him your dick."
  "Yeah."
  "And after you got him to take his out, you went on to lick his cock and
bring him off."
  "Yeah."
  "You seduced him," Brett concluded.
  "Well, yeah, but I can't help it if I'm so sexy and cute."
  "You?" asked his three brothers in unison with a mock look in their eyes.
In response Bobby gave them the finger.
  "No wonder you had that big grin on your face for the rest of the day
after the officer brought you back," observed Barry.  "You really don't
have any regrets about what happened that afternoon?"
  "Fuck no," said Bobby, "It was wicked.  And so's this," he continued as
he reached over and wrapped his fingers about his father's large cock,
which once again had risen to attention, just as he must have grasped the
policeman's.  Bending over, he gave the knob a long, circular lick which
caused his father to tremble, and despite having come four times already
that night, causing his cock to ooze out a droplet of clear pre-cum, which
of course Bobby immediately licked up with his tongue.
  Brent, who had been laying on his father's right, was erect also, as were
his brothers, and he smiled with delight as his father bent over and
slipped his lips over his knob and sucked it gently.  His twin brother was
laying beside him, and he now twisted around to lie in the other direction
so he could suck on Brent's balls as Brent was being blown by their father.
Benny, laying beside Brett, snuggled down and as his two older brothers
sucked each other's eggs he pulled apart Brett's ass cheeks and began to
rim him.
  Bobby eagerly sucked on the bulb of his father's nine-inch cock, his
young mouth barely able to accommodate it, and he ran his fingers under his
father's large, dangling balls and cupped them as Barry began to work his
lips up and down his sixteen-year-old son's rock solid seven-inch cock as
the boy began to work his lips up and down the long, slender cock of
Barry's other sixteen-year-old son.  Brett was squirming with pleasure as
his twin brother blew him and his fourteen-year-old brother wormed his
tongue up his asshole.  Bobby slipped his mouth off his father's twitching
cock, and running his tongue up the hairline from his thick bush to the
matt of hair covering his chest, he began to fiddle with his father's nip
rings with one hand and his pierced foreskin with the other.
  His little cocklet itching for attention, Bobby rolled his father over on
his side, and snuggling up behind him, the horny twelve-year-old positioned
his stiff cocklet against his father's asshole and pressed forward.  His
slender, four-and-a-quarter inch dick easily stretched open his father's
sphincter, and the horny preteen pressed forward, slipping his dick up his
father until his smooth pubes were pressed against his father's hairy
backside.  Reaching around his father with his right hand, Bobby found his
thick, nine-inch cock and he slipped his fingers around the base.  Brent,
laying on his side and facing his father, had squirmed farther up on the
bed, and as his father held him by the hips and slipped his mouth down
until he had a good three-quarters of his seven- inch dick in his mouth,
Brent in turn slipped his mouth down his twin brother's identical cock,
Brett having squirmed even farther up on the bed and lain down facing his
twin brother with his legs bent so his left leg was under Brent's head to
form a pillow and his right leg was draped over his shoulder.  Spooning up
behind him, Benny pressed his stiff dick against the asshole he'd just been
rimming, and his slender dick, now five and three-eighths of an inch long,
slipped up into his older brother's rectum.
  And so the five Brewsters once again united in a tangle of hot, sweating,
panting bodies bent on satisfying the burning itch encircling their
dickheads and bringing their partner equal pleasure.  Bobby began to work
his cocklet in and out of his father's hot, moist rectum and to wank his
monster cock as Benny began to work his cock in and out of Brett's ass, and
Barry and Brett constricted and relaxed their sphincters as they were
fucked.  At the same time Barry sucked hungrily on his sixteen-year-old
son's cock while being fucked by his youngest son, and Brent sucked as
eagerly on his twin brother's cock while he was being fucked by his younger
brother.
  All five were randy as fuck, but having come four times already that
night, it took much longer for them to reach their orgasms.  None of them
were complaining.  Feeling their hot, throbbing cocks itching and aching to
get off a load, and knowing that ache was going to get a lot worse before
they reached that point, the five Brewsters fucked and sucked and jerked
with abandon, snorting and panting with the exertion of fucking and being
fucked, of wanking and being wanked, and of sucking and being sucked.
Father and sons, brother and brother, they caressed each other and trembled
and sighed with the pleasure pulsating through their loins, and with the
knowledge they were bringing the same pleasure to their partners.
  Brent finally trembled as he felt the telltale signal he was going to
cum, and he warned his father he was going to shoot his load, his twin
brother giving him the same warning a second later.  As Brent shot his
thick teen cum, his fifth load of the night, into his father's mouth, his
twin brother shot his own load into Brent's mouth and Benny shot his fifth
load up Brett's tight ass.  Barry's hot, thick cannon meanwhile fired off
the first of its shots as Bobby wanked on the thick meat furiously, his
body trembling and jerking as he reached his fifth dry orgasm of the night.
And so the five Brewsters trembled and quivered as they reached their
orgasm, and four of them shot their seed, now thick and viscous and
strongly scented with musk, two into hungrily sucking mouths, one up his
brother's hot, moist rectum, and the fourth spraying the sheets as his
young son milked him dry.
  "I'm amazed," sighed Barry some time later.
  "Yeah.  That was super," observed Bobby who had snuggled up against his
father with his head on his hairy chest.
  "It was," agreed Barry, "but I meant I was amazed you boys didn't
introduce each other to sex.  I would have thought one or two of you would
have found out and taught the others, not that the four of you would have
had same sex experiences all independent of each other."
  "We didn't know each of us had had gay sex that summer, never mind that
each of us knew that guys could bring each other pleasure."
  "It wasn't until later that we found that out."
  "Oh yeah, and that was fucking awesome," observed Bobby.  "You want us to
tell you about it, Dad?"
  "I'd love to hear about it, but I don't think my balls can shoot off
another round.  In fact I know they couldn't take it.  We'd better save
that story for another time."
  "Yeah, okay," Bobby said with a yawn.  "It is getting late I guess."
  "It certainly is," replied his father, glancing over at the clock.  It
was three in the morning.  The five of them snuggled up together and were
soon off in dreamland.
  While the Brewster family had been sharing their experiences and getting
to know each other, the WeCare advertising executive that had been flown
down to the island had been up racking his brain for a novel advertisement
that would catch the attention of customers.  What he'd shot so far was
great, but it was nothing spectacular, and nothing that really justified
the expense of flying everyone down to the island that Memorial Day
Weekend.  Seeing the boy's pictures from their fishing expedition, and
glancing at one of the promotional ads on things to do in Bimini, he
suddenly had a brilliant idea.

                           DAY THREE

  The Brewsters were still sprawled across the bed sound asleep, their
naked bodies entwined with each other, when the advertising executive
phoned the next morning.  Barry readily agreed with the idea and roused his
sons, who complained about being awoken until they heard why.  Quickly
showering in pairs to save time, they were so excited they didn't even take
time to mess around in the shower well, except for the occasional tug and
poke, and hey, it was all in brotherly fun, and not that unusual for them
to have a boner while showering.  Grabbing a quick breakfast, they headed
to Bimini Undersea where they boarded the dive vessel "Adventurer" to
partake in Bill and Nowdla Keefe's Wild Dolphin Excursions.
  "It will take us about an hour to reach the dolphin grounds," Nowdla
Keefe explained.  "Once we begin our sweep pattern looking for dolphins,
they have come to us as little as thirty minutes later.  At times it has
taken over three hours, and I have to warn you that in one out of every
five trips they opt not to come near our boat at all.  We have an eighty
percent success rate, but this is not a sure thing.  The adventure,
uncertainty, and thrill of not knowing how things may turn out are all part
of the excitement of a wild dolphin excursion."
  "Oh maaaaannn, I hope we find one.  I've never swum with a fish before,"
observed Bobby as he and his brothers stood in the bow of the boat and
stared straight ahead even though they were still miles from their
destination.  He and Benny were wearing Speedo's, his a cherry red and
Benny's a Navy blue, and thongs.  The twins were wearing black swim trunks
with white racing stripes besides thongs too of course.  The hot Caribbean
sun shone down on their otherwise naked bodies.
  "A dolphin isn't a fish," observed Nowdla.
  "It ain't?"
  "No.  It's a warm-blooded mammal.  The young are born alive and are
nursed by the mother's milk glands."
  The four boys thought about the birth of the triplets and watching them
nurse at their mother's milk glands.  Bobby and Benny felt a stirring in
their Speedos and immediately changed thoughts, but not before the twins
had noticed and had given them leers and nudges.
  "Well, I've never swum with a mammal before."
  "Benny's a mammal," observed Brett.
  "You've swum with him before."
  "And he's wild."
  "Yeah, but he's cold blooded.  Remember his feet in the winter?"
  "Oh yeah."
  "Funny guys," said Benny, giving them the finger on the sly.
  "Actually, I wish we were looking for porpoises," observed Brett.
  "Why?" his brothers and father chorused.
  "Because then we'd have a porpoise for being out here," said Brett with a
grin as his brothers and father groaned as they rolled their eyes.
  Arriving at their destination, the four boys, their father, the
photographer and the advertising executive stared out at the ocean as Bill
and Nowdla Keefe began the systematic search of the turquoise blue waters
for a sight of the animals.
  "Hey is that one?"
  "Well, I'll be!  So it is!  That's the fastest we've ever spotted one!"
  "There's another."
  "And another."
  "Looks like four spotted dolphins.  You're really in luck.  They're
usually the friendliest of the dolphin.  Get your gear ready boys.  They
look young.  Probably a pod of adolescents."
  "Young?" asked Brett.  "They're like six feet long at least!"
  The four boys grabbed their masks and snorkels and quickly slipped their
fins on their feet.
  "Now remember boys.  Enter the water gradually and move slowly, and let
them approach you.  Don't try to approach them."
  The boys excitedly climbed down the rope ladder on the side of the boat
and slipping into the warm Caribbean waters, they slowly swam away from the
boat.  The four dolphin immediately approached them and began to swim
around them and under them, rolling over on the surface and leaping in the
air over them, as if showing off their skills, or, as Brett observed later,
as if happy to see them.  One by one they approached the boys and paired
off with them.  They floated along the surface and then returned and
repeated the action.  The boys quickly caught on and floated along the
surface too.  They swam along the surface for a while, the dolphin so close
to the boys they could reach out and touch them.  The four dolphin then
dived and paused a short distance from the surface.  Taking a deep breath
of air, the four boys dived also and followed the dolphin as far as they
could go.  As they returned to the surface, the dolphin swam up along
beside them, as if watching over them.  Once again the dolphin disappeared
under the surface and once again the four boys skin dived after them.
  For the next half hour they frolicked in the ocean and the advertising
executive was ecstatic as the photographer got some fantastic pictures.
The smallest dolphin, which was just under six feet long, dived down under
the surface and turning, swam up to Bobby and surfaced under him so that he
was on its back.  It took off with amazing speed, causing him to topple
over into the water in surprise.  It quickly returned and repeated the
action, this time taking off more slowly, and to Bobby's wild enjoyment,
and the Keefe's surprise, he found himself riding the back of the dolphin.
He reached down and hugged it tightly, not to hold on, but in thanks, and
he kissed its back.  It seemed to roll to the right and then the left as if
it was enjoying it, and Bobby suddenly found himself with an erection.  Of
course that was no surprise to Bobby.  Embracing the dolphin tighter, he
rubbed his swollen dick against its back.  Emitting a high-pitched squeak,
it circled the other three dolphin and Bobby's brothers, and the other
dolphin quickly followed suit, slipping under the three boys and skimming
along the surface with the boys on their backs.  They circled the boat and
the adults went wild in amazement at the actions of the mammals.  Bill and
Nowdla had been taking tours out twice a day three times a week for the
past six years, and never had anything like this happened.  Nor had what
happened next.
  The dolphin suddenly took off at top speed and were soon skimming the
surface at eighteen knots, heading away from the boat.  By the time the men
on the boat realized what they were doing and got the engine started, the
dolphin and boys were specks in the far distance and totally disappeared a
second later.  The boys had at first whooped with excitement as they had
raced off across the ocean, but as they realized they were being taken out
to sea and that the boat was miles behind them, they suddenly became
concerned.  There was no way they were going to be able to swim back to the
boat that distance, if they could even find the boat, should they fall off
the dolphin, or if the dolphin suddenly lost interest and left them there.
They had no sooner thought that than the dolphin suddenly slowed down and
stopped, and then dived down into the ocean, leaving the boys at the
surface.  The four brothers looked at each other with eyes wide, about to
panic.
  The dolphin did not stay down that long.  Returning to the surface, they
nudged and prodded the boys playfully with their long snouts, as a dog
might nudge his master to encourage him to pet him or pay attention to him.
Bobby's dolphin swam along behind him and nudged him between the legs.  At
first Bobby thought it was accidental, but it slowly and carefully
repeatedly poked its snout against his crotch.
  "Hey, I think my guy wants to play around," called out the
twelve-year-old, his hazel eyes wide with wonder.
  "What do you mean play around?" asked Brett, relieved the dolphin had
returned to the surface and certain he'd read somewhere where dolphin had
been reported swimming along with survivors of a ship wreck and keeping
them afloat until they could be rescued.
  "You know, mess around."
  "Little brother, you got one wild imagination."  Brent had no sooner said
that than the dolphin who had paired up with him swam up behind and
playfully poked its snout against his butthole.
  The other dolphin were behaving similarly, caressing the boys' nearly
naked bodies with their snouts and rolling over and brushing their bellies
up against them.  Bobby swam under his dolphin and checked out the
dolphin's underside.
  "Hey guys," he called as he surfaced.  "Do dolphins got dicks?"
  They all looked at Benny.  "I dunno," he confessed.  "But the guy said
their young are born, so I'd guess they gotta."
  Bobby dived again and ran his hands carefully over his dolphin's
underside.  Resurfacing he sputtered.  "I think mine's a girl.  I could
feel a crack."
  "Bobby!  You didn't!"
  "Well, she's been nudging my crotch so fair's fair," he responded in
defence of his action.  Disappearing under the water again, he once again
ran his fingers over the dolphin's body, this time knowing where the slit
was and zeroing in on it.  To his surprise, and delight as he ran his
fingers along the slit he saw the tip of the dolphin's penis poke out as it
slowly emerged from the genital slit in which it was protected.  He
immediately began to caress the firm blubbery underside of the dolphin on
each side of the slit to speed up the emergence of its dick.  In less than
five seconds after emerging from its protective sheath the dolphin's dick
was fully erect.  By then Bobby had made another discovery.  He immediately
resurfaced to tell his brothers.
  "I was wrong," he called out excitedly.  "It's a he, and he's got a
fucking big dick, like four inches wide where it comes out that slit thing.
I can't even get my fucking fist half way around it!  You gotta come see!
He's got a boner.  But it don't look like ours.  It's like it's been
stretched.  Like the tip is like only I bet like an eighth of an inch wide.
And you should feel his fucking balls.  They're like huge, and long!"
  Bobby's three brothers glanced at each other.  Trust their kid brother to
feel up a dolphin.  "What you talking about balls?" asked Brett, certain
his kid brother had been out in the sun too long.  He'd seen pictures of
dolphin jumping in the air, and dolphin didn't have anything dangling.
  "Feel underneath, where the tail joins the body, and you'll see there's
like a slit.  Its dick is inside it.  And if you feel on either side and
toward the front, if it's a guy you can feel his balls inside.  That's what
they gotta be.  They're like a foot long and I bet two inches wide, and
fucking hard.  Go see!"
  Bobby's brothers did not need any encouragement and they quickly
disappeared under the water.  To their amazement and delight they found
Bobby was right, and that they also had male companions.  The dolphins
twisted their flippers so they remained as stationary as they could as the
boys checked them out.  The aquatic mammals were erect in seconds after the
emergence of their penises, getting stiff even faster than the four boys
feeling them up.  It was rare that anyone got hard faster than they did.
The dolphin then dived and turned around and resurfaced and began nuzzling
the boys' backsides and crotches.  Benny was the first to push down his
swim trunks, quickly followed by Bobby and then the twins, and the dolphin
eagerly and playfully nuzzled the boy's buttholes and dicks, causing them
to become erect also.  The dolphin were still erect themselves and they
rolled over on their backs and rubbed their undersides and stiff dicks
against the naked boys, much to the excitement and delight of the boys.
  With his dolphin laying in just that position, on his back just under the
surface with his six- inch dick stuck up in the air and pointing toward its
front, Bobby straddled his stomach and slipped back until he felt the tip
of the dolphin's erect penis against his butthole.  He immediately slid
down on it, the narrow tip easily penetrating his hole.  It broadened
quickly so that a quarter of the way down his anus was spread as wide open
as it normally was to accommodate Brent or Brett's dick, and just over a
third of the way down as wide as when he had ridden his father's monster.
He managed to push down a bit further, by which time half of the dolphin's
dick had penetrated him and his sphincter was stretched to a diameter of
two inches.  He felt as if his asshole was going to rip in half, and it was
so wicked his entire body ached in anticipation of riding the hard, tapered
dick.
  Knowing he had reached his limit and that to go down any further could
create damage that would be difficult to explain, Bobby began to slowly
slide back up the steeply sloped dick and his anus quickly constricted as
he approached the narrow tip.  Once again he slid back, and as he felt his
sphincter rapidly stretching, he quivered with the simulation that throbbed
about his stretched anus and rippled through his entire body.  Bending over
and wrapping his arms about the dolphin, being barely able to span his
underside with his outspread arms, Bobby began to ride his stiff, tapered
dick, and as he slid back and forth he rubbed his tiny, erect
four-and-a-quarter-inch dick against the firm, blubbery underside of the
dolphin.
  Having had the same idea as Bobby, Brent had taken the same position at
almost the same time, his dolphin having rolled over on its back beside
Bobby's.  Like his kid brother, the experienced teen had no difficulty
getting into position, and like Bobby, had slid down on the quickly
broadening dick eagerly.  Also like his kid brother, the widest his
sphincter had been stretched had been accommodating his father's thick
cock.  He was able to ride a bit father than half way down, but by then the
width of the hot, solid bone was over two inches and his sphincter was
stretched to the limit also.  Like Bobby, he bent over and hugged his
dolphin, in part for support, and in part in affection, and as he began to
slide up and down the dolphin's six-inch long dick, he slid his own dick,
which was slightly longer than the dolphin's but only half the thickness at
the animal's base, along the smooth surface of the aquatic mammal.  The
dolphin's underside was surprising smooth and firm and reminded him of his
kid brother's butt as his exposed dickhead slid back and forth against it.
Brent inhaled and exhaled deeply through his snorkel, he and the dolphin
floating just below the surface, and he could feel the hot Caribbean sun
beating down through the sea water against his naked back and his exposed
butt.  This was so wicked he felt his balls already beginning to contract
and he slowed down before he shot his load.
    Brett and Benny had approached their dolphin differently.  The two
dolphin were also laying on their backs near the surface and swimming side
by side, but unlike their brothers, the two boys preferred being tops to
bottoms, though they enjoyed getting their asses fucked on occasion as much
as Bobby and Brent did, and seeing the enjoyment on their brothers' faces
they were tempted to copy them.  They were tempted, but the two boys were
their own individuals.  Feeling a bit lower down the genital slit, Brett
found his dolphin's anal opening also hidden inside the blubbery fold,
almost at the end.  Gently pressing against it, the teenager was delighted
to feel it opening, and he was even more delighted when the dolphin made no
effort to swim away from him or otherwise stop him as he slipped his finger
inside it.  Benny, thinking like his older brother, was making the same
discovery as he slipped his index finger into the blubbery slit and up the
hot, moist rectum of the aquatic mammal.
  The boys immediately straddled the upper part of the dolphins' tails,
wrapping their legs tightly around them and wiggling into position so that
their dickheads were pressed against the smooth blubbery folds.  They
pressed forward and were delighted to feel their dickheads press open the
slits and seconds later press against the dolphins' anuses.  Their assholes
did not feel any different from those of the dozens of boys the two
Brewster brothers had fucked over the years, and they behaved identically,
opening their sphincters to accept the stiff cocks pressing against them.
The tips of the boys' dicks were much wider than the dolphins', but their
cockheads were tapered and their dicks remained the same diameter once past
their flared dickheads.  Despite the difference in penises, and the fact
they were penetrating the dolphins' anuses, the two boys were able to unite
with their warm-blooded partners with little effort.  Benny would spend
many hours in the future weeks researching a totally new aspect of
sexuality for him, animal homosexuality.
  Slipping their dicks in up to the bases so that their curly hairs were
pressed against the smooth skin of the dolphin, they leaned forward and
wrapped their arms about their partners, also barely being able to span
their undersides, and pressed their flat bellies against the dolphins'
erect dicks.  Like their brothers, they were embracing the dolphin to hold
on besides in an expression of affection.  As they pulled their hips back
and eased their dicks out of the dolphins' surprisingly hot rectums, they
slid back along the stiff dolphin dicks, and then as they pushed forward
they slid their stomachs forward along their tapered erections.  It felt
wicked having their stiff, aching cocks surrounded by hot, throbbing flesh,
and the two boys could not help wondering if the two dolphin were gay and
if they'd had their asses fucked by other dolphin as they seemed to work
their sphincters in time with the thrusts and withdrawals of the boys'
dicks.
  It was awesome.  Their stiff teenage cocks throbbed and their dickheads
tingled as they worked their hips to and fro, and the boys pressed their
bodies against the underbellies of the dolphin as they slid up and down the
stiff, triangular dicks trapped between their stomachs and the underside of
the dolphin.  They could feel the amazing hardness and the heat of the
dolphin cocks against their flat stomachs, and they worked their hips to
and fro with even greater eagerness, delighting in the feel of the hard,
throbbing dicks against their flat stomachs as they wondered if the two
dolphin were feeling as randy as they were.
  Their former fears of being stranded and drowning in the middle of the
ocean forgotten, the four brothers eagerly fucked there in the Caribbean
waters, the hot morning sun beating down on their naked bodies as they slid
to and fro on the smooth skinned dolphin, two of the boys with their hot,
throbbing cocks up the assholes of the dolphin swimming below them, and two
with hot, throbbing dolphin cocks wedged up their buttholes.  Two of the
naked, humping boys rubbed their stiff dicks against the smooth and solid
underside of the dolphin they were humping and thrilled with the itching
pleasure of their dickheads, and two of the boys felt the hard, throbbing
dicks of the dolphin they were fucking rubbing against their flat stomachs
and they trembled as they tried to imagine what sort of pleasure they were
bringing those very different and yet in many ways very similar male
organs.  Eight dicks, four human and four dolphin, throbbed with arousal
and pleasure, and eight pairs of balls began to tighten as dolphin and
human approached their climaxes.  The boys snorted through their snorkels,
giving the devices a new meaning as they panted and grunted with exertion
and with the ecstasy of fucking and of being fucked as the four floated
just below the surface of the water.
  The dolphin under Bobby and Brent suddenly began thrashing in the water,
the position of the two boys being not unlike the position of the female
dolphin.  To the two juvenile mammals the boys' hot, tight, moist assholes
were just as hot and moist and just as stimulating as dolphin cunt.  The
two dolphin drew their bodies back, easing their dicks out of the rectums
of their two human partners and at the same time sliding down their stiff
dicks pressed against their smooth bodies.  They arched back up, sinking
their six inch tapered cocks up the boys' holes and sliding back up along
the boys' hot, throbbing erections.  They worked rapidly, thrusting their
dicks in and our only half the length, but with each thrust penetrating
just a fraction further.  The boys, floating just below the surface,
suddenly found themselves being thrust above the surface and the sea water
running down their butt cracks and down their ribs, and then falling back
into the ocean so their heads were below the surface as the two dolphin
below them began to fuck them instead of being ridden.
  Beside them, Brett and Benny were similarly working their hips, easing
their hot, throbbing cocks up the dolphins' assholes and sliding along
their pyramid-shaped cocks, and then drawing their hips back, easing their
dicks out of the dolphins' bodies and sliding their hairy pubes and flat
stomachs along the dolphins' smooth, stiff dicks.  Their cocks were aching
with pleasure, their sensitive dickheads throbbing with arousal as they
plunged into the hot, moist assholes of the two dolphin, and they could
feel the strength and the heat of the two dolphin cock throbbing hotly
against their bodies as the dolphin began to thrust upward convulsively as
they approached their climaxes.
  So the eight of them began to fuck furiously there in the Caribbean
ocean, the hot sun beating down on the boys' naked backs and buttocks and
warming them as their hot, throbbing cocks tingled and ached with the
stimulation and need to cum and the four dolphin began to jerk with quick,
shuddering thrusts.  With a tremble and a cry of delight, Bobby reached his
climax, jerking and convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of erotic
pleasure passed through his groin, causing it to throb as forcefully as his
heart, which at the moment was pounding in his thin chest.  The dolphin
began to thrust and buck irregularly also, and Bobby knew it was shooting
its dolphin seed up his butt.  He wondered if that would in any way speed
up the day when he would be able to come.
  Furiously humping beside the two, Brent was reminded of watching Cody
riding the bull so many years ago as the dolphin under him bucked and
thrust and withdrew and then plunged in its throbbing erection as if it had
gone wild.  The sixteen-year-old boy felt a sudden heat shoot up his rectum
as the dolphin came and its semen shot up his ass.  Brent shot too, his
seed erupting out of his cock and shooting along the underside of the
dolphin fucking him and floating up to the surface of the turquoise blue
waters in creamy white streamers and globules.
  Meanwhile, Brett felt his cock go numb and he knew he was about to cum.
He held the dolphin below him tightly and began to pump his hips furiously,
rapidly working his aching cock in and out of the dolphin's rectum and
ventral slit.  He grunted and gasped and delighted in the feel of the
dolphin's tapered dick against his belly and the heat and moistness of his
rectum about his throbbing cock.  Finally he lunged forward and hugged the
dolphin extra tight as he shot his seed up its rectum.  Seconds later he
felt the hot, slimy semen of the dolphin shoot across his belly and his
chest, some of it burning hot against his skin and the rest floating in
long streamers up to the surface of the turquoise blue water to join his
twin brother's semen.
  Benny similarly hugged his dolphin tightly as the fourteen-year-old shot
his hot wad up the dolphin's rectum, and as the dolphin shot off, sending
its slimy semen along his flat stomach and other streamers floating up to
the surface like strands of jellyfish to float along the surface with the
previously released cum.  The two, human and dolphin, trembled with the
ecstatic pleasure of ejaculation, and Benny was sure he heard the dolphin
whimper with the sweet pleasure of coming and of having its ass fucked.
  Their dicks still hot and throbbing pleasantly, the four pairs finally
separated, the stiff, triangular dicks of the dolphin becoming limp and
retracting back into their genital slits and the stiff dicks of the four
boys becoming limp and drooping over their tight nuts.  The four dolphin
rolled over and nuzzled the soft cheeks of the boys with their long snouts,
and the boys kissed the smooth cheeks of their aquatic partners.  The four
dolphin swam under the weary, spent boys and supported their tired bodies.
By the time Bill and Nowdla Keefe had spotted them and steered the boat
toward them, the eight were lazily floating along the surface, the boys
with their arms about the necks of their swimming partners for support.
  "You boys all right?" called out Barry frantically.
  "Fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah," called back Bobby.
  "Yeah.  We're all all right, Dad," reassured Brent.  "There's nothing to
be worried about."
  "They didn't hurt you?" Barry asked as Nowdla cut the engines and the
boat floated closer to the floating boys and dolphin.
  "Hurt?  No way," responded Brett.  "They . . .  they've given us one
awesome ride."
  "Oh yeah," sighed his three brothers.  "Totally awesome."
  "I've never seen anything like this," observed Nowdla, tossing the rope
ladder over the side of the dive vessel.  The dolphin floated over to the
side of the vessel and the tour operator stared down at them, having never
seen dolphin approach the vessel so closely.
  Giving the dolphins one last hug and receiving a nuzzle and a goodbye
squeal, the boys swam the couple feet over to the ladder.
  "You boys need a hand climbing up?" asked Barry, leaning over the rail
and extending his hand as the four boys hesitated.
  "Ah, we got a problem," announced Brett.
  "Problem?"
  "Ah, well, you see, we seem to have lost our swim trunks."
  "Lost them?"
  "Ah, well, I guess we were moving so fast or something, that, well we
lost them," responded Brett.  It was a weak explanation, especially coming
from him, but considering the experience he'd just had, that was
understandable.
  Barry looked down at his boys, and then at the four dolphin still
swimming along the surface.  It was a logical explanation if a somewhat
unlikely one, and certainly more logical and likely than the thought that
suddenly crossed his mind.  That idea was totally illogical and totally
impossible.  Still, considering his boys' past. . . .
  Finding the boys towels, everyone discretely turned as they climbed on
board and wrapped the towels about their lower torsos.  Well, almost
everyone.  Barry could not help but take a few personal family pictures of
the four boys, with the dolphin swimming along the surface in the
background, as the rest of the men had their backs turned.  Used to taking
pictures themselves, the boys smiled and posed for their father before
covering themselves.
  Nowdla started up the engine once again, and the boys turned and waved at
the four dolphin, and the four dolphin leaped and frolicked along the
surface as they swam parallel to the boat for a couple minutes.  Finally
swimming up to the side of the boat and leaping along beside it and blowing
air out of their blowholes as if to say goodbye, they turned and headed off
to sea as the boys waved one last time.
  "I've never had dolphin show up so quickly as they did today," Nowdla
observed as the Brewster crew joined their hosts on the bridge.
  "They probably heard we was on board," observed Bobby, and his brothers
giggled and his father laughed, but none were that sure that Bobby might
not be right.
  "Well, I've never seen them kidnap my customers before," Bill said with a
shake of his head.  "You had me very frightened for a while, especially
when you disappeared from sight and we could not find you at first."
  "They were just playing," said Brent.  "They weren't planning on hurting
us."
  "For sure," agreed his twin brother.  "They just wanted to play with us
without an audience."
  "That was so fu- freaking awesome," Benny stumbled, not having Bobby's
stutter down to a pattern yet.
  "Way freakin' awesome," observed Bobby, and the twins and Benny nodded in
agreement.
  The advertising executive and photographer having taken some awesome
still pictures and film they could use for not just one but several great
promos for WeCare Pet Supplies, they wrote up an impromptu script for the
boys to recite on the way back to shore, where they had the boys pose with
some of the company's aquarium products.  The four boys being eager to
please their dad, and all being hams at heart, had no trouble performing
for the ad, and doing some ad libs which the advertising executive thought
fantastic.
  Reluctantly climbing into the sea plane that afternoon, they watched the
island become smaller and smaller as they lifted off and headed back to
Florida where they joined their mother and the triplets less than an hour
later.  They were sad their holiday had come to an end, but delighted to
have joined their mother and siblings.  On their flight back to Crestview
Heights, the boys regaled their mother with all they had done.  Well, not
quite all.  There were some things a mother had best not know.
  "Well, I'm glad you all had a great time, and that the advertising shoot
was a great success," Brenda observed, looking happily at her four boys and
her husband.
  She never failed to be amazed at the energy and enthusiasm of her husband
and four sons, and to be filled with a warm, contented feeling when she saw
how happy and how close her sons and her husband were after one of their
men-only outings.  "But don't forget why we have this long weekend."
  "We know," her sons and husband chorused.
  "This Thursday, May the 30th, the day Memorial Day was originally
declared, we will celebrate it as it should be celebrated, by remembering
those of our relatives who served in the past wars to defend their country,
whether it be your father's ancestors or mine, in Canada or the United
States, or in England or Scotland."
  The boys knew that meant looking at old family albums and news clippings
that had been passed down from generation to generation, after a full
four-course meal like only their mom could cook, and probably followed by a
family movie and popcorn.  They knew that whatever their mother had planned
it was going to be a lot of fun.
  "Isn't anyone going to ask me how my weekend was?" Brenda asked after a
few minutes of silence.
  "Oh, yeah, how was it, Mom?" Brent asked.  Actually all five had wondered
what had happened as they'd flown back to Florida, and although anxious to
find out about her meeting with Uncle James and hoping for the best, none
of them were expecting to hear good news so none of them wanted to be the
one to raise the topic.
  "I met your Uncle James's beloved," she said.
  "Oh," the boys responded as one, looking at each other and holding their
breaths.
  "I made it clear there was going to be no sneaking off for a little
wedding in Palm Springs, and they finally agreed"
  "Oh," the boys said again, their faces dropping as they exhaled.
  "I made it very clear how disappointed I was in them," Brenda continued,
her face and voice firm.  "I told them there was no way they were going to
get married if I could help it, not without the family being there to wish
them well and celebrate their happiness.  They objected, but I wouldn't
take no for an answer, and they finally agreed," she said, looking at her
husband.  "So, they'll be getting married in Crestview Heights in a family
wedding like they should have planned on doing in the beginning," she
concluded firmly.  "In three weeks, on Flag Day."
  "They're gonna get married after all?" asked Brent, his eyes growing wide
in surprise.
  "In Crestview Heights?" asked Benny.
  "Yes," Brenda said with a smile.
  "So you're not mad because Uncle James is gay?" Bobby asked.
  "You were mad because they were getting married by themselves?" Brett
asked.
  "You're fu-, fu-, fu-, funtastic Mom!" exclaimed Bobby.
  "Oh yeah!  Funtastic!" Bobby's brothers and father chorused as they
squeezed their mother so tightly she could hardly breathe.  She wanted to
tell them copying Bobby was not going to help him get over his stuttering,
but they were so happy to hear about the wedding she let it go this time.
  Settling back in their seats, the boys looked out the window at the earth
far below them and thought about their past three days in Bimini, and about
how great it was going to be to see Giovanni and his father and their uncle
James, and the rest of the Brewster clan in June.  At least they did for a
few minutes, until they spotted a pair of swarthy-skinned Latino boys
sitting near them.  The past three days had been fucking awesome, and the
future was going to be great, and the present wasn't looking that fucking
bad either.

            Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
               Daylight come and me wan' go home
            Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
               Daylight come and me wan' go home
                       Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
               Daylight come and me wan' go home
                       Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
               Daylight come and me wan' go home.