Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 08:26:46 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Chinese New Year" (m/m, t/t, incest, interracial)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one
thirteen-year-old, one fifteen- year-old, and two seventeen-year-old twins,
who along with their parents, help a Chinese immigrant family adjust to
American life as they join them in celebrating the Chinese New Year.  This
story is posted at free gay 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 forty-sixth story in the Brewster boys special
events and myths series.  The Brewster brothers would like to remind
everyone to always carry a pack of condoms when celebrating.  You can never
know when you might need them.  Praise, Lai Si, horny Chinese boys, and
story ideas can be sent to the author, J.O.  Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com

		 THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE CHINESE NEW YEAR

			      NEW YEAR'S EVE

     "So anyway, he walked right by, and you couldn't see his image in the
mirror," thirteen- year-old Bobby observed as he zipped up his dress pants.
     "I can't believe it," observed his fifteen-year-old brother Benny,
checking himself out in the mirror and combing the gelled, copper tinted
strands of hair into place.
     "Honest, you couldn't see him in the mirror."
     "No, not that part.  I mean I don't believe you purposefully set up a
mirror at the pet shop and then hung around until he walked by it."
     "Well this is serious.  You want a vampire living in your
neighbourhood?"
     "Hey, this family doesn't practice prejudice against anyone," teased
Brett as he finished buttoning up his Navy blue shirt and looked around for
his shoes.  The four boys were in their room changing into their best
clothes for their visit to the Wong's.
     "Very funny," replied Bobby, making a face at his brother.  "We'll see
who's laughing when he sneaks up and bites you on the neck some dark
night."
     "Max De Cazale can bite me on the neck anytime," Brett responded with
a twinkle in his deep blue eyes, "or James for that matter."
     "They could nibble a bit lower too," observed Brent as he stood behind
Benny and checked out his new ankh earrings and matching pendant he'd
gotten from Billy.  He knew it was an openly gay symbol and Billy had said
when he'd given it to him last Christmas eve after they'd made love that he
understood if he didn't wear them in public, but neither he nor his brother
was ashamed of being gay and openly admitted it when asked.  He had debated
wearing any jewellery in that he figured the Wong's would be conservative,
being from China and all, but he had finally decided that he was who he was
and to pretend otherwise would be fake.  So he went all the way, putting in
the dumbbells in the bridge of his nose and his nipple ring besides.  It
wasn't a sleep over or he'd have put in his foreskin ring too.
     "Well, when you're a vampire, just keep your fangs away from me
brother."
     "No problem, you'd rather take it up the ass than be sucked anyway,"
Brent observed playfully as he combed his long, blond hair.
     "You know, you could have had the mirror at the wrong angle, or just
missed seeing his image," Benny pointed out.  "After all, Max is
six-foot-three and you're four-foot-nine, or did you put the mirror at
crotch height?"
     "Knowing Bobby, that's probably what he did," Brent observed with a
twinkle in his eyes.
     "Hey," Bobby responded with an impish grin, "it just so happens that
was the only shelf that had space for a mirror."
     "Yeah, right," laughed his brothers.
     "Besides, I'm four-foot-nine-and-a-half, I'll have you know."
     "Didn't know you were measuring your height besides your length,"
observed Benny with a huge grin.
     "That's four-and-five-eights," Bobby responded proudly.
     "Better watch it, Benny.  He's gonna catch up to you," Brett teased.
     "You know, the other day in school, when Max came into the room with
his hair all mussed up," commented Brent, "maybe it was because he couldn't
see it in the mirror."
     "Don't encourage Bobby," warned Brett.
     "And he and James and Mister De Cazale all own those long black coats
that they leave unbuttoned.  When they walk fast they sort of look like
long, black cloaks," Brent continued teasingly, ignoring his twin brother.
     "Maybe those yin yang tattoos have something to do with some secret
vampire fraternity or something," Benny observed, helping his brother as
Brett rolled his eyes.
     The mention of the small tattoos on the inside of the upper left thigh
of the twins brought images of the two handsome seventeen-year-old boys in
their swim suits to the minds of the Brewster brothers and it was an easy
leap from vampires to sex in the minds of all four.
     "Boys!  Boys!  We're ready to leave!" called Brenda Brewster for the
third time, finally penetrating the thoughts of the four boys.
     Quickly adjusting what had arisen in their pants, the boys headed
downstairs and the family headed off to the Wong's where they had been
invited to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
     "This has to be the place," Barry observed as they pulled up to the
address.  The front patio was brightly lit up with hanging lanterns and on
the door were life-size cardboard cutouts of two fierce-looking warriors in
colourful costumes.  The entire Wong family, the boys' father Wong Chi-Seon
and their mother Sue-Ling and the three boys, was at the door to greet
their guests.  Mister and Mrs Wong were short and slender, like their sons,
and the entire family was dressed in their finest and brightest clothes.
     "Kung Hei Fat Choi!" Benny greeted.
     "And wishes of prosperity in the New Year to you also, " replied
Mister Wong with a smile.  "Zi-zai has said you are learning our language
very well."
     "And, ah, Zi is learning ours quickly also," Benny replied, confused
for a moment by the familiar ending Zi's father had attached to his son's
name before remembering it meant "little son."
     Taking the gifts the boys' parents had brought with protestations it
had not been necessary, but noticing appreciatively that they had brought
red wine and a basket of apples in which sat a feng shui, a small carved
money frog.  The colour red was appropriate for New Year's particularly,
and apples being not only red but a symbol of peace, were also particularly
appropriate for the commencement of the Year, and especially this year
considering the tensions with the possibility of war.  The money frog was a
popular feng shui gift that people placed in their homes or offices to
bring lucky money.  Of course Brenda and Barry knew the significance of
their gifts, having done some reading up on this major celebration of their
hosts.
     The home was brightly decorated for the season with large, colourful
Chinese vases of freshly cut plum blossoms, azalea, and peony in the halls
and living room, paper lanterns hung from streamers crisscrossing the
ceiling, and large sheets of red paper trimmed with gold and with Chinese
writing on them taped to the walls between family and scenic pictures.
     "These are poetic couplets expressing good wishes for the family," Mrs
Wong explained, gesturing to the sheets of paper.  "This one says May the
Star of Happiness, the Star of Wealth and the Star of Longevity Shine On
You," she translated, pointing to one located above what she also explained
was the ancestral altar with fruits, bowls of rice, cups of wine, and
burning joss sticks.
     "We also have special wishes for each person in the family on the
doors to their bedrooms," her husband explained.
     "Speaking of doors, those are two wicked looking guys on your outside
door," observed Bobby.
     "Our door gods," said Jung with a smile.
     "Door gods?"
     "Go ahead and explain, Jung-zai," Mister Wong said as his son looked
at him.
     "Well, long ago there was this Emperor by the name of Taizong.  One
day he became ill and dreamed ghosts came searching for him.  So he had his
top two generals stand guard at his door and he slept well but after a few
days he became concerned about his generals so he had paintings made of
each of them and hung them on the door to his room to fool the ghosts.
Over the years it became the custom for families to hang paintings of two
guards on the external doors to their house on New Year's Eve to guard from
evil."
     Sitting down for supper a short time later, the Brewsters noticed that
there were two extra settings at the end of the table.  When Jan explained
it was for their departed ancestors, it reminded the Brewsters of their
visit to Mexico during the Day of the Dead celebrations, which lead to a
discussion on the importance of remembering one's ancestors.  As they bowed
their heads, Seon gave traditional thanks to the gods of earth, wealth and
the afterworld and Ling brought out the first course.
     "These are pork dumplings," Zi told Benny as he handed him the plate.
"They are called jiaozi, which means to sleep together and have sons," he
observed with a twinkle in his eyes and a cautious look at his father.
     "From the looks around this table, it appears to have been a blessing
well received," his father observed to everyone's amusement.
     "This tastes great," observed Bobby as he dug into the generous
helping he'd taken of the second course.
     "Thank you," Mrs. Wong responded.  "It is Ch'ao-lung-hsia, a Cantonese
lobster stir fry with a black bean and ground pork sauce, a favourite of my
grandmother's.  The weilu, the feast we eat on New Year's Eve, symbolizes
family unity and honours our past and present generations.  We
traditionally celebrate with an eight-course meal of some of our favourite
foods, and for this night, foods we thought you'd particularly like."
     "Eight courses?  Fu-, fu-, fu ."
     "You'll have to excuse our brother," Benny apologized, "the thought of
that much food has short-circuited his mind."  Bobby's brothers would have
had other comments about how it was easy to short-circuit their kid
brother's brain, but this night they were on their best behaviour.
     "So how come you celebrate New Year's Eve now instead of December 31?"
asked Brent, having a particular interest in history and other cultures and
hoping to distract their attention from Bobby.  As they ate their way
through the next three courses, Ch'a-shao, overlapping layers of crisp,
golden brown, paper thin roast pork marinated in soy and brown bean sauce,
a cold plate called Tsui-chi, which Seon said meant drunk chicken to the
chuckles of the boys, and a celery and dried shrimp salad in a dressing of
soy sauce, sesame seed oil, and vinegar their hosts explained their
customs.
     "China is a big country with many different ethnic groups, so
celebrations very greatly from one place to another, and one family to
another," Seon had begun.
     "But everywhere the New Year is a time when we wish for peace and
happiness.  It is a time to celebrate with family and good neighbours and
to remember our ancestors," continued his wife, nodding to the two empty
settings.
     "For us this is the year 4700.  The first king of China was Yellow
King who became king in 2697 BC.  Why don't you explain how we calculate
our year and when to celebrate New Year's, Jan-zai?"
     "Certainly, ba-ba.  The Chinese calendar follows a twelve-year cycle
with each year named after an animal in the order they came to wish Lord
Buddha farewell.  We begin our celebrations on Lap Bak, the eighth day of
the last lunar month of the year which is usually when the weather is cold,
by eating a special hot rice soup.  Our New Year begins with the second new
moon after the winter solstice, which this year is February 1, though it
can be anytime from late January to the middle of February.  We begin our
celebrations twenty-two days before, and continue for fifteen days after,
finishing with the lantern festival and parade on the full moon, which this
year will be on the sixteenth."
     "Wow, that's how to celebrate!" observed Bobby.
     "We have many traditions and customs that come to us from long ago,"
Jan continued.  "At midnight tonight we open all the windows and doors to
let the old year out.  On New Year's Day we don't lend anything or we will
lend all year, and on that day we avoid talking of the past for on that day
we must think of the future."
     "And we don't think bad thoughts or argue, or we will think bad things
and argue all year," added the boys' mother, looking at her sons
meaningfully.
     "We believe it is unlucky to use anything sharp on New Year's Day so
we do not use knives, scissors, or even nail clippers as they will cut the
threads of good fortune, and on that day we don't wash our hair as it might
wash out good luck," Zi continued.
     "We wear red for a bright future, and avoid wearing or eating anything
white since white signifies death and misfortune," Jung contributed.  "And
on New Year's Day we serve uncut noodles for longevity and raw fish for
success."  The Brewster brothers glanced at each other and were thankful
they had been invited to spend New Year's Eve, not New Year's Day.
     "This is the Year of the Sheep.  The sheep is the most mild-mannered
of all the animals that came to see Lord Buddha.  It is prone to
nervousness so it avoids conflict, and is passive and benevolent.  This is
a year to relax and a time to draw closer to families," observed Seon.
     "And we hope that it will be a time of peace and tranquillity," added
his wife.
     "Don't we all with the way things are going right now?" observed
Brenda, to the agreement of everyone as they thought of the tension over
Iraqi and pending war.
     "I'm afraid I might not see the upcoming year.  I just might burst
before this day is over with all this food," Barry observed to the
amusement and general agreement of the others as Ling brought out the next
course, Chao-hsueh-tou, stir-fried snow peas with Chinese mushrooms and
bamboo shoots.
     "So, there's a twelve-year cycle?" Brent asked Jan as the two platters
were passed around.
     "Yes, each one represented by an animal in the order they came to bid
Lord Buddha farewell when he departed from earth.  The first to come was
the Rat, and the last was the Boar."
     "We believe the animal ruling the year in which a person is born
influences that person's personality," continued Chi-Seon as he passed the
dish along.
     "There is a saying, 'This is the animal that hides in your heart.',"
observed Sue-Ling.
     "What was the animal for 1987?" asked Benny.
     "The Year of the Rabbit," replied Zi.  "That is the year I was born."
     "A person born in the Year of the Rabbit has good manners, grace and
charm, and sensitivity.  He or she will shine in law, politics and
government.  He is cautious and moody and as a child is observant and
shrugs off setbacks."
     "Yeah, that's Benny.  What about 1989?" Bobby asked.
     "The Year of the Snake," replied Jung.  "That is my year."
     "That's Bobby, a snake," observed Benny with a grin, and out of sight
of the adults Bobby gave his finger opinion.
     "The person born in the Year of the Snake is a philosopher, a
theologian, a deep thinker, elegant in speech and manners and careful what
they say," observed Seon.  "They are passionate lovers and will live
dangerous lives full of excitement.  They are also possessive and
demanding.  As a child they are serious, studious, and smart, but hold
grudges and are secretive and brooding."
     "None of that sounds like Bobby," observed Brett with a twinkle in his
eyes.
     "Especially the deep thinking and smart bit, and careful what they
say," agreed his twin.
     Bobby wrinkled his nose at his brothers.  "Better remember, we snakes
hold grudges," he observed with a good-natured smile.  "What about 1985?"
     "The Year of the Ox," replied Mrs. Wong.  "Those born in the Year of
the Ox have fortitude and work hard.  They are dependable, patient, calm,
methodical, and traditional.  They will have long courtships and are slow
to warm up and show feelings.  They are good students but can be stubborn."
     "Oh yeah, that's Brent and Brett," observed Bobby.  "Methodical,
traditional, boring as sh-, sh-, shure, and stubborn as oxes."
     "That's oxen, dear," corrected his mother.  "And remember, speak
slowly."
     "Ox and deer?  I didn't know deer were stubborn too," Bobby observed
with wide-eyed innocence, and they laughed at the joke.
     "And Jan?  What animal were you born under?" Brenda asked.
     "The tiger," he responded.
     "One born in the Year of the Tiger has power and passion," his father
observed with evident pride.  "He is romantic, playful yet passionate and
sentimental, daring, but rebellious, restless and reckless, with a quick
temper and a superego.  He can be rash and indecisive.  As a child he
expresses his opinions and feelings and is affectionate and has a high
energy."
     "Now, that sounds more like Bobby, especially the rash and reckless
and high energy part," observed Barry, and out of habit responding to his
brothers, Bobby almost flashed him a finger under the table.
     "And your triplets, when were they born?" asked Ling.
     "They were born in 2001."
     "The Year of the Snake."
     "You know, they are like Bobby was when he was one in many ways,"
Brenda observed.
     "Well, we must remember knowing the influences of the year we are born
can help us guide our lives, but the influences do not control us.  What we
ultimately are is something we determine ourselves," observed Ling as she
brought the seventh course out, a dish they called Eight Treasure Rice in
that it had eight different meats and vegetables.
     "Well, I know what I'm going to be," observed Benny.  "Stuffed."
     "And on a diet next week," Brenda added.
     They all felt that way, but they did manage to complete their meal
with the final course, Hsing-jen-ping, a golden brown almond sugar cookie
with an almond half in the centre, after which the children, even the
triplets, were presented with lai si, little red envelopes with a dollar
bill inside for good fortune.  While they cleared away the dishes, the
Wong's explained to their guests the legend of the Kitchen God.
     "On the twenty-fourth day of the last lunar month, seven nights before
the end of the year, the Kitchen God, Tsao Wang, goes to heaven to report
on the family's activities over the past year to the Jade Emperor who rules
over heaven.  We burn images of him on that day in a symbolic act of
departure," explained Seon.
     "After his lips are brushed with honey to give a good report," added
Jung with a grin.
     "And we set out water for him to drink and straw for his horse,"
observed Zi.
     "He returns to his shrine during the night on New Year's Eve," Ling
finished, indicating an empty shrine on the wall of the kitchen.
     Having finished helping clean up, the boys went to Jan's room, Jan
being the oldest and having the largest room of the three boys.  It was a
typical teenager's room, with a CD player and stack of CD's, a bookcase for
his school books and favourite reading material, animal stories and
nonfiction books about animals, and a desk and dresser on which sat his
personal belongings and pictures of his family.  On the wall with pictures
of animals and his favourite bands, the Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys,
was a certificate of merit for helping children in poverty in China, which
he modestly and only after the others insisted translated, and a clipping
from the Crestview Heights high school newsletter about his "Save the
Children" club.  His saxophone case sat in the corner.
     The evening was spent visiting and playing games.  While Chi-Seon and
Sue-Ling introduced Barry and Brenda to a traditional Chinese tile game
called Mah Jong, Zi set up the chessboard on Jan's desk to teach Benny how
to play Xiangqi, the Chinese version of chess also known as elephant chess,
and Jung introduced Bobby to a Chinese strategy game called Sixteen
Soldiers in which one player took the role of the rebel soldiers whose
objective was to capture the General or trap him in the triangle, referred
to as the bathroom, at the top of the game board while the player taking
the role of the General had to capture two soldiers at a time to win.  Jan
and the twins laid down on the floor beside their younger brothers to play
Wei Chi, also known as Go, another oriental strategy game in which a player
had to surround his opponent's pieces with his own to win, the twins
playing together against Jan.
     Later Ling brought out platters of fresh pomelo, oranges and
tangerines, special fruit for the season, their golden colour symbolizing
wealth and luck and the fruit representing family and relationships.  She
also brought out two candy trays, one for the adults and one for the boys,
with eight varieties of dried candied fruit and nuts.  Zi pointed out the
symbolism of each fruit and nut, his eyes twinkling as he noted that the
longan represented having many good sons and the lotus seed many children.
The evening passed by quickly.  Just before midnight they drove to the
Chinese Cultural Centre to watch the fireworks.
     "Legends tell us that long ago the monster Nian terrorised humans.  A
wise man challenged him to show his real power by destroying the other
monsters in the world instead, so he did and a year later after destroying
all monsters he came back to terrorise man once again.  Children playing
with firecrackers noticed Nian was afraid of the noise.  So now they are
used at New Year's to scare away the only remaining monster on earth,"
explained Mister Wong as they watched the colourful display.
     "We now spend the rest of the night playing games and staying awake so
we may welcome in the new year," Seon explained as the fireworks ended.
"We would be delighted if you would join us, but we also understand if you
would prefer your beds."
     "Can we stay, please?" asked Bobby, looking up at his parents.
     "May we stay," corrected Brenda.
     "Sure you can," her four sons chorused as they broke into wide grins.
On the way back to the Wong's she explained the difference between "can"
and "may" and the Wong's observed how close their relationship was with
their sons to allow such friendly banter, something they also had but which
they knew was contrary to the tradition of many Chinese families.  Barry
noticed as Seon made the observation, there was something else on his mind,
something that was bothering him, something serious enough to break through
the otherwise cheerful mood of the evening.
     Returning to the house, the boys ran to the kitchen and announced
gleefully that Tsao Wang had returned.  There in the shrine on the wall was
a brilliantly coloured picture of a man splendidly garbed in bright robes
and with a horse.  Ling brought out two bowls of lotus seeds, litchis,
longans, and red jujubes, and the adults settled in for some friendly
rounds of bridge while the boys took their bowl to Jan's room to play a
game of Mah Jong dominoes.
      "So, do you like to play games also at your house?" asked Jan.
     "Oh sure.  We like playing board games and card games, and video
games."
     "We have a Sony Play Station if you'd like to play some video games
next," offered Zi, "though we do not have many games.  We only got it when
we moved here."
     "Do you have any cards?"
     "Sure."
     "Then let's play one of our favourite games, poker," suggested Benny
with a grin as he glanced at his brothers.
     "I do not know if it is a wise thing to gamble for money on New Year's
Day," Jan observed.
     "Oh, I wasn't thinking of playing for money," Benny replied with an
even larger grin.
     "You mean a friendly game?"
     "Oh yeah, it's friendly," Benny replied.  "I was thinking of a game of
strip poker."
     Explaining how to play and the types of hands, Benny dealt out the
first hand while the boys ensured that everyone began with the same number
of clothes, deciding that since they all had watches they would be included
but rings and Brent's jewellery would not.  One by one they began
discarding their clothes, and being largely a game of chance and luck, the
disrobing was evenly spread out.  In time everyone was down to two items of
clothing, their pants and underwear, except for Jan who was still wearing
his shirt, and Brett who was down to only his boxer briefs.
     The playing became more intense as one by one the boys removed their
pants, and the Brewster brothers tried not to glance at their hosts least
their interest be betrayed.  That was not easy, the three boys being
attractive and the boys finding their smooth, yellow-brown skin especially
erotic.  As Zi removed his jeans, revealing his white Calvin Klein jockey
briefs, the four brothers could not help looking over at him, and the sight
of his slender thighs and tawny skin caused a definite stir between their
legs.  Bobby was next, and he and his brothers all noticed the look in
Jung's eyes as Bobby stepped out of his dress pants and stood there in his
blue Fruit of the Looms, the pocket very clearly bulging out and showing
the outline of his semierect dick.  Jan finally removed his shirt, and the
twins admired his smooth chest and amber skin tone as their dicks stirred
in their underwear.  All snickering and giggling stopped as the seven boys
concentrated now on their cards as they were dealt out, grinning when they
got a card that matched, frowning when they did not.
     Benny was the first to lose his underwear, and as he stood and stepped
out of his ribbed Markey-Marks he made no attempt to hide his boyhood, not
because it was nothing to be ashamed of, but because that was the whole
point of the game as far as he was concerned, and he hoped the beginning of
even more fun.  Jung was the last to lose his pants, revealing he was
wearing a narrow white thong that caused an immediate swelling in Bobby's
underwear.  They all knew that each hand afterward would mean someone
losing their underwear until only one was left.  One by one the boys
removed their final article of clothing, and they giggled and snickered as
the loser either stood and stepped out of his underwear or more discretely
raised his butt and slipped off his boxers or briefs.  Finally only Jan and
Brent were left, and to Jan's delight and relief, he got a straight,
beating Brent's three of a kind.  His delight was short lived when Brent
announced that the six losers could remove the winner's boxer briefs, which
of course the six losers promptly did.
     "So, what should we do next?" asked Zi, looking at the others
hopefully.
     "We could play truth or dare," suggested Brett.
     "How do you play that?"
     "Well, a person picks another and asks 'truth or dare.'  If the other
person picks truth he has to answer a question the first person asks.  Or
if he says dare, he has to do what the first person dares him to."
     "We could play the finger game," Zi ventured, glancing at his brothers
hesitantly.
     "What is that?"
     "It is a game adults play.  Two people throw one of their hands out in
front of them with some of their fingers spread and call what they think
the total number of fingers will be.  If one wins, then the other has to
down a tumbler of rice wine."
     "I don't care much for wine," Bobby observed.
     "There is a version that guys play," Zi advised, looking at his
brothers again.
     "Some guys," commented Jan, looking a bit uncomfortable.
     "So, what is it?" asked Benny, sensing something was up.
     "Well, instead of drinking, the loser has to jerk off the winner."
     "All right!" said Bobby looking at Jung.
     "Except we have an odd number of guys," Benny observed.
     "The three of us can play," observed Brett, looking at Jan and Brent.
"The winner gets jerked off by the two losers."  The moment he'd said it,
he noticed the flicker of doubt in Jan's eyes.  So had the others.
     "As I said, some boys play this game.  It is not one that I ever
have."
     "It was just an idea, Dai-go," observed Zi with a shrug quickly.  "We
don't have to."
     "I did not say I didn't want to play, siu-Zi," replied Jan, sensing
that the others wanted to do it, and feeling enticed himself.
     "So, everyone game?" asked Benny.
     With ambivalent shrugs as if it was nothing of importance and
self-conscious nods, they all agreed.  All were eager and curious, though
each of the Wong boys was feeling uncomfortable in the presence of his
brothers.  The game was not as easy as it sounded, and it took half a dozen
tries before Jung guessed the right number of fingers between himself and
Bobby.  Benny won the call between himself and Zi several calls later, and
they were about to give up and find some other way when Jan finally called
the right number between himself and the twins.
     Bobby, the least self-conscious of all of them, eagerly reached over
and slipped his fingers about Jung's limp dick and began to tug on it and
to roll his foreskin back to expose his knob and then to pull it back up,
just as he did his, and as he'd done to Jung now on several occasions.
After the two of them had jerked off together back in October, Jung's wushu
lessons had become more frequent, always followed by a request Bobby show
him some wrestling moves, which of course was followed by erections and a
mutual jerking off session.  Bobby was a pro at seduction, and he knew very
well what Jung was doing, and he also knew his new buddy was uncertain so
he didn't push to do something more as he would normally have, and as he
wanted to.  It was not until the beginning of December after their
humiliation of Scott Hurd on Stop the Violence Day that he'd asked Jung if
he'd ever wondered what it would be like to feel another guy's boner.
Admitting that he had over the past few weeks, Jung did not need much
convincing to see what Bobby's felt like, particularly in that his was an
inch longer than Jung's, and to let his new friend feel his, and of course
that had lead to the two boys jerking each other off.
     Zi and Benny had also continued to mess around since that same
afternoon in October, and had over the past three-and-a-half months jerked
off together, jerked each other off, and just this past month, had engaged
in a couple sessions of sixty-nine, a new experience for Zi in that back in
China the farthest he'd ever gone with his buddy and his cousin had been
mutually jerking each other.  After being sucked by Benny, it was only to
be expected that he'd eventually get up enough courage to try sucking cock
himself.  As for rimming, the farthest he'd gone was to fantasize about
doing it in his solitary jerk sessions.
     All of Zi's past experiences, like Jung's, had been one-on-one
however.
  Having never jerked off someone in front of others, Zi reached over for
Benny's cock much more self- consciously and hesitantly than he otherwise
would have.  He wondered how Bobby felt having his brothers watching him
messing around with Jung's dick and envied the younger boy's self-
confidence.  That one of the others watching him was his younger brother
and another his elder brother was foremost on his mind and as he tugged on
Benny's dick he wondered what they were thinking at the moment.  At least
the two of them were the ones getting jerked.  He was the one doing the
jerking, which was a big difference even though the others had been willing
to take the active role themselves.  The fifteen-year-old boy stared at the
limp tube of flesh between his thumb and first two fingers, afraid to look
elsewhere, afraid he'd see his two brothers staring at him as he slowly
rolled the knob of Benny's cock between his thumb and fingers.  Even though
he knew it was foolish to be embarrassed, he was.  Benny's dick immediately
began to respond which did help ease his discomfort.  It was strange,
feeling horny and looking forward to getting Benny off, but at the same
time feeling embarrassed and guilty about what he was doing.
     Jan was feeling even more self-conscious and embarrassed than his two
brothers and at the moment was much too occupied by what was happening to
him to be watching either of them, though he certainly was aware of what
was happening.  Just two months and a week away from his seventeenth
birthday, this was his first sexual experience with another person, unless
you counted the few times he had kissed Guan-Eng, a girl he'd sort of liked
back in China and had been sort of dating just before they'd moved.  In
fact as Brett slipped his fingers about his limp cock and Brent cupped his
balls, he tried to imagine it was her, but it did not work.  She would
never be so bold.  It felt strange, not just having two different hands
touching his most private parts, but having anyone touching him there at
all.  It had been rare even for him to touch himself, having performed that
solitary act rarely and only under the most extreme cases of arousal,
usually followed by weeks of guilt and shame.
     In fact out of those feelings of guilt and shame for having succumbed
to such a weakness, he had sworn he would not touch himself upon arriving
in America, and he had kept his oath.  Although kind and loving by nature
and making friends fairly easily, especially with others his age and
especially in the Chinese community, he had not developed an attachment for
any one particular girl, Chinese or otherwise, which made it easier to
avoid becoming aroused and hence the temptation to please himself.  As for
attraction to other boys, although he understood how boys could feel that
way about each other, and by his nature found nothing wrong with that, he
had known no boys who were gay, and it was not something he'd ever felt,
not even in his growing friendship with Brent and Brett.  Even at that
moment as the two boys sat on either side of him with Brent rolling his
balls and Brett fondling his limp penis, he was not feeling horny.  He
greeted that with mixed feelings.  He was glad because the lack of any
attraction meant he was not gay, but he felt guilty feeling glad he was not
gay when he knew the two boys playing with his privates were gay.
     Jung and Zi were not as inhibited as their oldest brother, but nor
were they feeling as randy as they would have been had they been alone with
their partners.  Even so, with seven naked boys sitting in a circle messing
around with each other's cocks, the eroticism of the situation soon
overrode their hesitancy and natural timidness, and once their dicks
started to swell, their natural biological reactions overpowered their
years of social conditioning.  As ripples of pleasure ebbed through Jung's
irritated knob and as his young dick filled with blood until it stood up
proud and hot, he could not help but think how good it felt having someone
playing with it, and how erotic it was being jerked off there in Jan's
bedroom in the presence of his two brothers.  Bobby was evidently getting
aroused also as his limp penis began to rise up without even being touched,
which made it all the more erotic, and Jung noticed Zi's dick was starting
to swell also, which was even greater considering he was the one doing the
jerking.
     Zi was very much aware that others would be able to see he was getting
turned on as he slowly pumped his fist up and down Benny's swollen cock,
delighting in the feel of the larger organ in his hand.  Benny's cock being
just under six inches made it almost an inch-and-a-half longer than his
own, which when you are fifteen, was significant.  Still, it was a delight
knowing that he was bringing his classmate and best friend pleasure.
Having had the same pleasure brought to him by Benny besides his cousin and
his best buddy back in China, Zi knew just how it felt having your cock
jerked off by someone else.  He drew Benny's foreskin back, revealing his
purplish, mushroom-shaped cap, and then slowly drew the skin back up and
covered the sensitive glans.  He himself was loosely circumcised, and as
his cock rose up, the skin began to slide back along his glans so that at
full erection the tip peaked out from his collar of skin.
     By this time Jan was fully erect and he closed his eyes and
concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his cock, a pleasure that he
had not experienced for seven months and which now returned with even
greater intensity than before.  It was of course in part because of his
long abstinence, and even more so because he was being fondled by someone
else for the very first time in his life.  That the someone else was two of
his classmates and new friends, and that it was happening along with his
brothers and his classmates' brothers certainly added to the intensity of
his arousal.  His cock, five inches and harder than he had ever felt it
before, throbbed more hotly than it ever had in his short life.
     Brett expertly slipped his fingers up and down the shaft and over the
knob of the circumcised cock with feather-light strokes, delighting in the
feel of the satin-smooth skin, his long, pink fingers contrasting with the
tawny cock, darker in tone than the rest of Jan's body with the
concentration of blood pounding through the stiff organ.  At the same time
Brent caressed the slowly swelling golden orbs below the boy's cock as the
loose skin tightened about the two eggs inside.  Having found the
sixteen-year-old boy attractive and having fantasized what it would be like
to caress his smooth, gilded skin and his until then unseen cock, both
Brent and Brett were fully erect themselves, and their cocks wagged and
jerked in the air as they played with Jan's swollen cock and dangling
balls.
     Bobby was vigorously jerking Jung by then, and having jerked the
thirteen-year-old boy's tawny cock off plenty of times over the past few
months, he smiled knowingly as he looked up at his new classmate and
friend.  From the glassy look in Jung's slanted eyes Bobby knew the
pleasure he was feeling, and that he was close to climaxing.  Bringing
another boy off was the next best thing to coming himself, and he squirmed
with anticipation as he began pumping his fist faster.  Zi was now
similarly unabashedly jerking off Benny, his slim, yellow-brown fingers
wrapped about the boy's throbbing bone, the knowledge that he was about to
bring him off and knowing how great he was feeling having overcome his
self-consciousness.  There was nothing as wonderful as bringing a boy that
unique pleasure that only boys can know and he squeezed Benny's cock
tighter as he worked his fingers up and down from base to tip.  Benny's
breath began to grow deeper as he felt the approaching orgasm building up
deep in his loins, as did Jung's and Jan's.
     Jung was the first to reach his orgasm, and the thirteen-year-old boy
jerked his hips and groaned with pleasure as the first wave rippled up from
deep in his loins.  His cock ached with the desperate need to shoot, and he
thrust his hips up and twisted as his dry orgasm ripped though his loins.
Bobby knew exactly how he was feeling and was delighted for him as he
continued to grasp his hot, throbbing cock.  Benny followed moments later,
his hot, thick semen shooting up into the air and landing back on his
stomach.  Rope after rope shot out of the fifteen-year-old's aching cock,
lacing his thighs and his chest with thick white streamers of boy juice.
His cock throbbed hotly and his body flushed with a warm glow with the
release of his load, an experience he would never tire of no matter how
often it happened.  Jan was the last to shoot, and after months of
abstinence with wet dreams having been his only release, he shot out a load
like none of the boys had seen a mortal boy shoot before.  Rope after rope
erupted from his body, shooting high into the air like water from a fire
hose, six feet at least the twins would later claim.  A thick streamer
struck the sixteen-year-old's chest and began to ooze down over his smooth
breast and down over his ribs in a whitish-translucent streak.  A second
struck his right nipple and clung to it.  A third struck his slender thigh
and began to ooze down it, the white streamer contrasting with the
butterscotch skin.  Several blobs clung to his curly black hairs, and thick
streamers laced the fingers of Brent and Brett.  He sat there, his lips
parted and his slanted eyes glassy with ecstasy.
     The boys sat there in total silence save their heavy breathing, those
who had climaxed enjoying the intense pleasure of their orgasms, and those
who had brought them to that peak enjoying having been the cause of their
orgasms just as much as if they'd climaxed themselves.  Their chests rose
and fell as they sucked in the cum-scented air through parted lips, the
eyes of the boys who had reached their orgasms still shining with their
climaxes, and the eyes of those who had brought them off sparkling with
lust.
     "So, I think now it should be your turn," Jan finally said, addressing
the twins.
     "Should we do the finger game again?" asked Zi.
     "Only problem with that is that one of us who has already cum might
win a second time," observed Benny.
     "That's a problem?" asked Jung with an impish grin, and the boys
laughed.
     "I know," said Brett, reaching for the cards.  Telling the three who
had been jerked off to each pick a different face card, he then began
dealing out the rest of the deck face up before himself, Brent, Bobby and
Zi, the idea being when a face card was turned up that person would be
jacked off by the person who had picked that card.  As the cards were
turned over one at a time the excitement rose.  The first to turn up was a
king before Bobby and Jan revealed he had chosen the king.  A jack was then
turned up before Brett and Jung revealed that was the face card he'd
chosen.  When the queen was turned over before Zi they knew he had been
matched with Benny.  The boys fidgeted anxiously as Brett continued turning
the cards over in front of Brent.  Whichever face card appeared it would
mean one of the three who had been jerked off would be jerking off both the
boy he already had been paired with and Brent.  They were close to the end
of the deck when another jack matched Brent with Jung.
     So the boys once again began jerking off, Jan admitting that for the
first time in his life he was slipping his fingers about the cock of
another boy, in this case thirteen-year-old Bobby, and apologizing if he
did it poorly.  That he was going to be the first boy the sixteen-year-old
had ever jerked off Bobby found especially hot and he squirmed excitedly as
he watched Jan's fingers slowly pull back his foreskin and then push it
back up, his cock already hard in anticipation.  It was wicked how that
slender tube of flesh could feel such pleasure.  Benny having already
jerked off Zi on several occasions, eagerly reached over and began to
fiddle with his semierect cock.  It quickly stiffened out and Benny began
slowly pulling the loosely cut skin down off his knob and then sliding it
back up.  He knew the pleasure he was causing, and he felt his now limp
cock stirring as he thought about the pleasure he was bringing Zi.  Jung
had meanwhile settled down between the twins and was eying their
seven-and-a-half-inch dicks with a mixture of awe, apprehension and
anticipation.  He'd never seen cock so huge, and to be about to jerk them
off was unbelievable.  Being the youngest of the three Chinese brothers, he
was the least inhibited, having had the least amount of time to have been
brainwashed into thinking that guys messing around with guys was something
wrong.  Besides, that the two blond-haired boys were Bobby's elder
brothers, and that he'd never held another boy's cock in his hands other
than Bobby's, which he also admitted, was totally wicked as far as the
thirteen-year-old was concerned.
     Bobby leaned back on his elbows and watched as Jan slowly slid his
fingers up and down his slender cock, now at four and five-eights only half
an inch shorter than Jan's.  It always felt strange having someone else's
fingers fiddling with your stuff, and Jan's irregular pumping was evidence
of his lack of experience, which made this even hotter, besides the fact he
was Jung's older brother, which was really wicked.  Bobby squirmed with the
waves of stimulation rippling through his cocklet and he openly sighed with
the pleasure pulsating though his groin.  Jan smiled at the brashness of
the youngster, and with the knowledge that despite his inexperience he was
bringing the boy pleasure, a pleasure he himself had not known at that age.
He was still self- conscious about messing around with someone of the same
sex, but after having been jacked off, and seeing the pleasure in Bobby's
face, he was much more comfortable than he'd been at the beginning of their
erotic play.
     Benny, his naked body streaked with his cum, eagerly and expertly
pumped Zi's four-and- a-half inch cock, drawing the loose skin up and down
the knob as he'd done many times before.  Delighting in the slenderness of
Zi's cock and in the knowledge he was bringing his classmate and friend the
same pleasure as minutes earlier he'd brought him, he licked his lips in
concentration as he watched his fingers slip up and down Zi's slender dick.
As Zi's foreskin began to grow tighter and he began to squirm, Benny knew
from experience it would not be long before he would be ready to shoot.
     So were the twins, the two boys finding that finally engaging in sex
with Jan and his brothers was far hotter than they had ever imagined.
Their cocks throbbed hotly in Jung's tightly closed fists as the
thirteen-year-old boy pumped his fingers up and down their long shafts.
Even though six years had gone by since they'd first experienced jerking
off, they still delighted in the pleasure a hand can bring an aching cock,
and knowing that their kid brother had introduced the boy jerking them off
to this act made it all the hotter.  The twins shivered with delight as
they glanced up at Jung, and his lips curled into a smile as he saw the
looks of pleasure on their faces.
     Bobby was the first to come, and he jerked his hips and groaned with
his dry orgasm once again, the waves of stimulation causing his dickhead to
burn with that sweet pain and his groin to ache with that familiar twang
deep inside.  Jan held onto the hot little cocklet of the thirteen-year-
old as the boy thrust his hips in the air and groaned and twisted as if
going out of his mind.  This was all still comparatively new to him, but he
knew exactly what sort of sweet pain Bobby was going through.  Zi similarly
thrust his hips in the air as he ejaculated, his cum shooting up into the
air and falling back down to splatter his body and Benny's hand.  He sighed
loudly with pleasure, and Benny sat there holding his throbbing dick and
allowing it to fountain before resuming his slow pumping.  The twins shot
off at the same time, and Jung squeezed their throbbing cannons with awe.
It was the first time he'd jerked someone off to a wet climax and it was
totally wicked to be holding their throbbing cocks as they spurted out
their juice.  He was amazed how hot their cocks were and how forceful their
cum shot out of their cannons, and as it fell back and splattered their
naked bodies and flowed over his fingers, he was amazed how hot and slimy
it was.  Brent and Brett quivered with the release of their seed, made all
the more violent by the knowledge that the thirteen-year-old boy had jacked
off only one other boy in his short life, Bobby, and that they were the
first he'd jacked off until they'd shot.
     Once again the room was filled with laboured breathing and the musky
fragrance of spilt cum.  The boys lay there on the floor for a long time,
each lost in memories of his own pleasure, the pleasure of having wanked
and having been wanked that night.  They talked about how great it had
been, and how sex should not be a big secret or taboo, not even sex between
guys.  Sex was, they concluded after little debate, something that everyone
should be free to experience and enjoy.  They munched on the platter of
mixed nuts and candied fruit, their appetites renewed, and Zi wondered if
they should slip downstairs and bring back a plate of the special sausages
that they'd seen their mother making for snacks over the next two weeks of
celebration.
     "That would mean we'd have to get dressed," observed Jung.
     "Well, one of us anyway."
     "Well, not me.  I'm still sort of sticky," observed Zi.
     "Me too," commented Jung, having gotten more than his fingers
spattered when the twins had shot off.
     "You don't have to go down stairs if you want a sausage to eat," Benny
said with a twinkle in his eyes.  "There's plenty of sausages right in this
room."  The boys laughed and each of them fell silent for a moment as he
thought about sucking and being sucked, and each imagined in his mind the
partner he'd like to do it with.
     "How do you say cock in Chinese?" asked Bobby, looking at his brother.
     "Lok chat, or lun, in Cantonese, and lan jiao in Hokkien," Benny
replied, glancing over at his tutor for confirmation.
     "And how do you say let's make a daisy chain?" asked Bobby with a
twinkle in his hazel eyes.
     "That I do not know."
     "What is a daisy chain?" Jung asked, amazed by Bobby's knowledge and
eager to learn also.
     "That's where a group of guys lie down in a circle and each guy sucks
the guy in front of him," Bobby readily explained.
     "Have you ever done this before?" asked Jung in surprise.
     "Oh sure.  It's great."
     "It does not, well, you know, a guy's lock chat, it does not taste
bad?"
     "Fuck no.  It tastes great.  And a guy's cum too."
     "You're joking for sure."
     "No, he's not," observed Zi.  He began to turn red as he glanced about
at his brothers as he realized what he'd just admitted.  "Well, Benny and I
have made a chain of two," he confessed in answer to his brothers' unvoiced
question.
     "So, you guys wanna try it?" Bobby asked, looking at Jung and Jan in
eager anticipation.
     Jung and Zi immediately looked to their older brother, accustomed to
seeking his advice and to following his lead.  "Hey, why not?" Jan replied
with a shrug and an openness that he would never have though possible
earlier that evening.  "But I do not think a cock can taste as good as
mother's pork sausages," he added with a grin.
     Further evidence of the boys' new openness and acceptance of their
prurient desires was that each of the boys turned to whomever was sitting
or laying beside him without a moment's hesitation.  So Bobby leaned over
and ran his hot, wet tongue over Zi's limp cock and dangling balls.  Zi
hesitated only because the fifteen-year-old was not sure he could handle
the size when erect before reaching out and lifting up Brent's limp but
still impressively large cock.  Brent on the other hand immediately
snuggled down and nuzzled Jan's crotch, and Jan finding himself facing
Benny, reached out and took the fifteen-year-old boy's cock in his hand.
Although not as eager as Brent or Bobby, or even Zi, Jan did feel a strong
enough curiosity to try sucking.
     Benny snuggled into position so he could suck off Jung, the idea of
sucking off Zi's kid brother appealing to him, and the thirteen-year-old
reached for Brett's cock.  Like his older brother he was not sure he was
going to enjoy this but he was curious, and like his second oldest brother,
he was not sure he'd be able to take a cock the size of Brett's in his
mouth so he looked at the limp flesh with both eager anticipation and with
some apprehension.  Brett squirmed around to take his kid brother's cock in
his mouth, completing the circle.
     With Brent's advice that each of them who could shoot should warn the
guy sucking him when he was about to come, and that for those who'd never
sucked cock before that if they preferred they didn't have to take a guy's
cum in his mouth, and if they did, they didn't have to swallow it, the
seven boys began.  To the surprise of Jan and Jung, the taste of cock was
not unpleasant, and, in fact, the aroma of hot, sweaty balls and the
flavour of hot, teen cock did rival the aroma and taste of the Chinese
sausages in the refrigerator downstairs.  Bobby, Brent and Benny all found
that the Chinese sausage in Jan's bedroom was a tasty treat also, the boys'
cocks somehow having a slightly different flavour than any cocks they'd
sucked before, and their balls having a different odour, the three boys
along with Brett having had plenty of experiences to compare to in that
regard.  As for Brett, he had sucked his kid brother off plenty of times
and he now eagerly fastened his lips to Bobby's limp sausage and sucked on
it, delighting to feel the slender dick quickly swelling between his lips.
Bringing that unique pleasure to another guy was great, and bringing it to
your kid brother even greater.
     So Bobby licked Zi's balls and ran his tongue over his limp dick from
base to tip, delighting in the flavour of the fifteen-year-old's tawny
jewels and delighting to see his cock swelling in response to his licking.
Slipping his lips over the swelling cock, he sucked gently on it and let it
become hard in his mouth, never failing to delight in the experience of
having a boy become erect between his lips.  Of course it was not the first
time Zi had a hot, moist mouth envelop and suck on his limp cock, and his
cock quickly responded.  That the boy sucking his dick was the kid brother
of the only boy to have ever done such a thing to him added to the pleasure
and the eroticism, and he eagerly licked the shaft of the rapidly swelling
cock he was holding.  Fearing he might not be able to accommodate his size,
he slipped his lips over Brent's knob and lay there motionlessly, allowing
the seventeen-year-old's cock to swell in his mouth.
     Brent delighted in having his cockhead enveloped by Zi's hot, moist
mouth, and he in turn slipped his lips over Jan's now swollen cock.  Jan
being only five inches in length, Brent had no difficulty accommodating the
entire length of his cock, and he slipped his lips down to the base and
sucked gently on it.  He knew he had to be careful or he'd bring the boy
off in seconds, it being the first time Jan had ever had his cock engulfed
by a hot, moist mouth and remembering what it was the first time he'd ever
been sucked off.  He was right.  Jan was highly aroused, his loins
throbbing with a desire like he'd never experienced before as he felt
Brent's mouth envelop his cock and begin sucking on it.  It was awesome
being the recipient, but he was not so confident he'd get as much joy being
the active partner as he slipped his own lips over Benny's stiff dick.  To
his surprise he was able to do it without gagging, and even more to his
surprise he found that the taste of a guy's cock was not unpleasant.  The
fact that he was getting such pleasure himself from being sucked encouraged
him to tentatively suck on the hot, throbbing cock in his mouth, and as he
felt Benny's cock throb hotly between his lips he was encouraged to
continue.
     Being in a daisy chain was of course no new experience for Benny and
the fifteen-year- old delighted in feeling Jan begin sucking on his cock as
he began to suck on Jan's kid brother's slender dick, his lips pressed
against Jung's smooth pubes.  It was great having your cock sucked, and
knowing the guy sucking it was sucking cock for the first time made it
particularly hot.  It was great sucking another guy's dick and knowing the
pleasure he was feeling also, and knowing the boy you were sucking had
never been sucked before made it even more so.  The knowledge that the boy
sucking him and the boy he was sucking were both experiencing this for the
first time in their lives was totally wicked, and Benny was ready to shoot
in no time.  Jung was feeling just as much pleasure himself as Benny
expertly sucked on his smooth, slender dick.  He'd had no idea it would
feel so great having a guy sucking on his prick.  With some trepidation, he
held Brett's huge, seven-and-a-half sausage in his hand and licked the
exposed knob as he might lick an ice cream cone.  Encouraged by the
slightly salty, slightly tangy taste from the cum that had dried on Brett's
dickhead, he pressed his lips against the opening and sucked gently on the
tip of his cock.  Growing bolder, ever so slowly he continued on down, his
lips widening more and more as he slid them up the slopehead of Brett's
dick until he had the seventeen-year-old boy's knob in his mouth.  With his
cheeks puffed out like a little chipmunk's, he paused and sucked on the
swollen knob.
     As he felt Jung slip his lips over his knob, Brett quivered with
pleasure.  Knowing that his was the first cock to ever be in the boy's
mouth, and knowing the mixed feelings and thoughts the boy was having as he
recalled the first time he had ever sucked cock, Brett quivered with
arousal and exhaled deeply with pleasure.  That first experience of his
with Joey Buffalo Calf at the Calgary Stampede seemed a long time ago now
as he twirled his tongue about Bobby's cock and as Bobby squirmed with the
pleasure.  He had learned a lot about sucking cock since that first
experience, and a lot about many other things.  So had his kid brother.
     With seven hot, horny boys eagerly sucking and being sucked, it was
not that long before each of them felt the telltale signs that they were
about to climax, and had they not only recently shot a load, it probably
would have been even sooner.  As the tension in each boy's loins increased
he sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, and the harder he sucked the
greater the tension in that boy's loins became.  One by one each of them
warned the boy sucking that he was about to come, even the two
thirteen-year-old boys in the hopes that this time they would squirt, and
each quickly returned to his own sucking.  It seemed like only seconds
after one had called out a warning another did likewise so that in a matter
of seconds all had been forewarned.  Which actually came first would be
hard to say, and to tell the truth, several of them probably reached their
orgasms simultaneously, and all of them were trembling with their orgasms
within a matter of seconds of each other so that for several seconds all
seven were trembling with the same powerful pleasure.
     Bobby and Jung quivered with their second dry orgasms that morning,
the two thirteen- year-olds groaning and jerking their hips with just as
much pleasure and just as much desire as the boys who were able to shoot.
Ripples of pleasure shot through their groins and caused their cocklets to
throb and the two young boys squirmed there on the floor as if they had
gone crazy.  Their older brothers trembled and thrashed about also as they
shot out their loads, every one of the boys groaning with that unique
pleasure of having his cum surge up his cock and spurt of the burning tip.
Each of the boys had chosen to keep his lips tightly pressed about the cock
he was sucking, five because they knew what to expect and were looking
forward to it, two because they were curious and wanted to see what it was
like.  So five of them were rewarded not just with the pleasure of having
brought another boy off with his mouth, but also with a load of hot, thick
teenage cum for their efforts.  For Jung and Jan it was their first taste
of cum, and as Benny shot his load into Jung's mouth and Brent filled Jan's
with his thick, tart seed, the two Chinese boys quivered with the unique
taste and texture of teenage cum.  Having a hot, creamy load filling your
mouth was much different from having it spattering your body, and the two
boys quivered with the unique delight.
     The boys lay there quietly, their chests rising and falling as they
savoured the joy of having climaxed and pleasure of having brought another
boy the same awesome pleasure.  Their stiff, numb cocks continued to throb
and for five of them their final residue of cum oozed from their bodies.
They finally separated, their lips tasting of teenage cock and for Bobby,
Zi, Brent, Jan, and Jung their breaths smelling of fresh cum.  All seven
lay there naked on the floor in a blissful daze as they savoured the
delight of having been sucked off, and of having sucked.

                         NEW YEAR'S DAY

     A knock on the door sometime later interrupted their semi-sleep.  "Are
you boys awake?"
     "Yes, mu-mu," responded Jan.
     "It is almost eight o'clock.  The sun will be up soon."
     Quickly dressing and making sure everything was properly zipped and
buttoned, the boys headed for the living room.  Putting on their coats and
taking a candle and a handful of firecrackers, they followed their parents
outside to watch for the rising sun.  With the first rays of sunshine, they
lit the candles and the firecrackers and they all blew or spun noise
makers, even the adults, to welcome the sun.  Heading back inside, the boys
quickly warmed up with mugs of hot chocolate while their parents drank
Chinese tea, and they sat down to a breakfast of Tan- chuan, fried eggs
with pork filling rolled up jelly-roll fashion, and each of the children
were presented with money gifts wrapped in red paper.  Dressing in brightly
coloured clothes for a sunny and bright future, the Wong's headed off to
the Buddhist temple for morning prayers before visiting neighbours while
the Brewsters returned home and crashed.
     After lunch they met the Wong's at the Chinese Cultural Centre as
their guests for an afternoon of entertainment.  The afternoon began with a
lion dance by two members of the Jing Woo Marital Arts Club, Jan explaining
that the dance dispelled evil and brought good luck wherever it was
performed, and that the dancers were in high demand as various businesses
across Chinatown wanted them to perform at their places of work over the
next two weeks.  The dance was followed by a Chinese Kung Fu demonstration
by the Jin Hong Tai Chi Club, which was of special interest since Jung was
a member.  They were then treated to a variety of folk dancing and folk
music by the different ethnic groups in the neighbourhood, a puppet play, a
firecracker show, and a calligraphy lesson.  They were totally captivated
by the afternoon, but once again Barry noticed that every once in a while
Seon would gaze off into space as if a deep and heavy problem was occupying
his mind.
     Full of cheer and wonder at everything they'd seen, they all returned
to the Wong household for a traditional New Year's Day twelve-course meal,
to the delight and consternation of the Brewster family.  After the weilu
they had been treated to the previous evening, their mouths were drooling
with the idea of another feast, but having barely made it through eight
courses, even Brent and Brett could not imagine eating a twelve-course
meal.
     They began with a cold platter of strips of cold chicken, roast duck,
and barbecued pork surrounding a jellied fish garnished with parsley which
each of the Brewsters dared to sample out of respect for their hosts,
though each of them, even Bobby, took the smallest sample possible.  The
cold plate was followed by Chen-chu-jou-wan, Pearl balls, which they found
were balls of steamed ground pork in a batter.  The name reminded the
brothers of their recent Norse adventure and they wondered what their new
friends would think if they told them about it.  They also wondered what
the Norse gods would think if they could see them now as they dug into
their third course, stir fried sea scallops and pork kidneys, and their
fourth course, Feng-wei-hsia, deep-fried phoenix-tailed shrimp in a golden
brown batter accompanied by roasted salt and pepper as a dip.  That was
followed by stir fried string beans and water chestnuts, and then Yu-
ch'ih-t'ang, shark fin soup made of mushrooms, shredded chicken, and sharks
fin and garnished with shredded ham.
     They took small helpings and savoured each course, and as they ate
they talked about the similarities and differences between their New Year
celebrations and the differences and similarities between their cultures,
prolonging the meal and giving them time to fully appreciate each course,
quite a different eating experience compared to what they were accustomed
to, and markedly different from the traditions the boys had just
experienced with their Norse hosts.  The Wong's talked about their
experiences in China and their decision to immigrate, and the Brewsters
talked about their decision to leave Canada and their experiences in
Crestview Heights.
     Their seventh course consisted of fresh lotus root salad in soy-sauce
and vinegar dressing, followed by golden fried rice with peas and diced
ham.  Then came the major course of the evening, Sung-shu-yu or squirrel
fish, so called because the sea bass curled and looked like a squirrel when
deep fried.  The fish was covered with a sweet and sour sauce of mushrooms,
peas, carrots, onions, water chestnuts, garlic and Chinese crab apple
candy.  Ling explained that the tail, fins and head were left on to
represent a good beginning and end of the new year, and that after the top
half was eaten, the fish was lifted up and the under part scraped off since
fishermen believed to flip the fish over was to bring bad luck and would
cause capsizing of the fishing boats.  She also explained that there was
always a bit left over to show that the home will always have more than
needed.  Leaving a bit left over was not a problem having already had eight
other courses!
     Their tenth course was Cha-shao-chao-mein, uncut egg noodles with a
side bowl of shredded pork, mushrooms, bamboo shoots and cabbage garnished
with shredded scallions as a topping for the noodles.  Their eleventh and
twelfth courses consisted of desert, a bowl of carefully arranged orange,
kumquat, and pomelo slices, followed by Nian Gao, New Year's cake.
     After putting away the leftover food and stacking the dishwasher, they
returned once more to the living room where Mister Wong brought out what he
called the Kau Chime or fortune sticks, a set of seventy-eight numbered
sticks in an ornately decorated bamboo case.  He explained that it was
customary for many to have their fortunes for the year told that day, and
many had them told formally and officially at the Buddhist temple.  It was
their custom to do it as a family, using the Kau Chime that had been in his
family for generations and was handed down to the oldest son upon the death
of his father.  A person shook the case causing a stick to rise and fall
out of the top.  The number corresponded to one of seventy-eight
predictions which had been recorded in an ancient text and thus a person's
fortune was told.  Being the head of the household, Seon went first,
followed by his wife and then Barry and Brenda.
     "This will be a good year for business plans and activities.  Your
kind nature may be hidden by your need to attend to work.  Be careful of
giving the wrong impression as someone will seek revenge for an imaginary
wrong," Seon read from the leather-bound text which had also been passed
down from generation to generation.  "As you can see, the fortune sticks
only tell you what might happen, not what will, and they give warnings of
things to avoid.  Knowing it will be a good year I will make more daring
decisions than I would if the forecast had been the opposite, and knowing
my extra work could prevent me from expressing my kindness, I will now be
careful to guard against that happening.  And should I give someone the
wrong impression despite my care, I will at least be on guard and maybe
will be able to correct it."
     "Long term plans are likely to be achieved this year.  Be faithful.  A
quarrel may occur over a trifle," was Sue-Ling's forecast, accompanied by
some good-natured teasing by her husband that she should be careful not to
argue with him this year.  Barry's was, "To succeed in business this year
you must work hard.  You have close friends: stick by them.  You will
receive a letter of great importance."  Although generally positive, it
certainly was vague enough for several interpretations.  Brenda's was much
more precise, "Those who travel will be lucky this year.  A long journey
will bring luck and happiness throughout life.  A great honour will come to
you."  Even there it was general enough, especially since she had no
special travel plans.  As for the honour, her family safely guessed it
would have something to do with her volunteer work.
     "Your luck is unpredictable this year.  Beware of vanity, and remember
that there is no substitute for hard work and cultivating your brain.
Beware of treason from a friend.  Oh great year," observed Jung to
everyone's amusement, "hard work, studying, and treason."
     "Remember Jungjung," his mother said, using the more familiar use of
his name, "the sticks forewarn us so we are cautious, they do not predict
what will happen."
     "Don't worry siu-Jung, each time you look in the mirror to admire your
handsome good looks we will remind you of this day," joked his older
brother.
     Zi's fortune was no better.  "Take care this year: luck is not on your
side.  Take care of your health and don't let trials and tribulations bring
you down.  Success lies ahead for those who persevere."  Jan's was more
mysterious.  "Your wishes will come true this year.  Happiness may come and
go, but contentment will be a stranger to you until you learn to say no.
You will find something valuable which you thought lost."
     The four Brewster brothers did not fare much better.  Bobby's was "Do
not accept propositions too quickly this year think things through
carefully before committing yourself.  Be careful in romance.  Friends may
come and go this year."  His brothers did note that given Bobby's rashness
and tendency to be impulsive, it was a good warning for any year, to which
Bobby responded that he couldn't help it, he was a snake.  That, of course,
left him open to many remarks by his brothers.  As for Benny's fortune,
"Don't overindulge in the more dubious pleasures of life this year.
Happiness and wealth could be yours but these are at risk if you do not
control your bad habits," his brothers all arrived at the same conclusion
what habit he was overindulging in, though when they brought it up later in
Jan's bedroom, Benny insisted that was not something you could ever overdo.
     Brent's fortune was also a mixed message, "This year brings you luck.
Despite the attempts of others to bring you down, you always stay on top.
Someone is taking advantage of information imparted by you." as was Brett's
"Be cautious and look before you leap this year.  You will sow with toil
but reap a rich harvest."  Not even the Wong's, who were much more
experienced and knowledgeable about such matters, could offer the two boys
much advice.
     As the evening progressed, Brenda could not stop from yawning, and
finally announced that she was going to have to call it a night, especially
with the triplets still not sleeping through the night.  Ling admitted that
after being up all the previous night, it would be an early bed for
herself.  With Barry and Seon deep in conversation over Chinese herbal
medicine and acupuncture, neither wife objected when their husbands decided
to visit a while longer, and the boys were delighted when they were given
permission to spend the night together again.  So Brenda headed home with
the triplets and after ensuring everyone had snacks for the evening, Ling
headed off to bed, the two wives leaving their husbands in the living room
as their sons headed off to Jan's bedroom once again.
     The boys talked about things most boys talk about when they get
together, their teachers and their studies, their hobbies and interests,
and their classmates and living in Crestview Heights.  The Brewsters talked
about some of their past experiences, those that they could share, like
their visit to Neah Bay and their trips to Mexico and to Bimini, and now
that they were on more familiar terms, talking about some of their sexual
experiences, deciding to leave out Bigfoot and the dolphins and some of
their even more unusual adventures.  They were on more familiar terms, but
not quite that familiar.  The Wong brothers talked about their lives in
China, their fears and their hopes when their father announced that he had
an opportunity to immigrate to America, the friends they'd left behind, and
the difficulties they'd experienced adapting to American life
     "It must be really difficult, learning new customs and everything,
especially when you do not know the language."
     "It certainly is, but it helps when you have a good tutor," Zi
observed, looking at Benny.
     "Dah bien, it is easy when you have a good pupil."
     "Dah bien?" asked Bobby.
     "Shit."
     "You have learned quickly," observed Jan.
     "It's hard though.  You have so many different dialects, and each one
so different, Cantonese, Mandarin, Hokkien, Futsohua."
     "Futso-what?" asked Bobby.
     "Futsohua.  That is one of the many dialects," explained Jung.
     "So, say something else dirty," Bobby urged.
     "Bobby is a lun tao."
     "What's that?"
     "A dick head."
     "Fuck you."
     "One phrase you'd like is yu wa kam."
     "Which means?"
     "Let's fuck."
     "Now you're talking."
     "You are certainly bold when it comes to sex," observed Jan, "all of
you."
     "Yeah, well, the way we figure it, if it feels good, and you and
whoever you're with wanna do it, go for it," Brett replied.  "It is just
your business, no body else's."
     "Well, you have certainly taught me that," observed Jung, looking at
Bobby in admiration, "and about bravery.  If it were not for you I'd never
have tried jerking off, and I certainly would not have stood up to that
son-of-a-bitch Scott Hurd."
     "Looks like Benny isn't the only one learning a new language,"
observed Jan teasingly with a laugh.  It was not like his kid brother to
use such language.
     "And if it were not for you," Zi said, addressing Benny, "I wouldn't
even, well, you know."  That Benny had intercepted his decision to end his
life with an overdose of pills in the fall had been their secret, and was
something Zi would be forever indebted to him for.  "And because of you I
am once again an honour student, and happy with my life and making friends.
I owe you more than I could every repay you."
     "And I am thankful you are my friends and have accepted me into your
lives," Jan said, looking at the twins.  "You have been most kind and
generous."
     "Hey guys, you're starting to embarrass us," observed Benny.  "Stop
already with all the praise and stuff."
     "Yeah," agreed Brent.  "Let's play a game or something."
     "Or let's do some messing around," suggested Bobby.
     "We could do both," suggested Brett.
     "How?" asked Jan.
     "Well, like we could see who can get hard the fastest with just
thinking and then do something to get our dicks back down."
     "Like maybe the first guy to get hard can decide who will get him off
and how."
     "Or we could all get boners and see who can hold off the longest
before having a climax."
     "Or we could just say fuck the games and go straight to some hot sex
like when we formed the daisy chain last night," suggested Bobby.
     "Oh yeah!" Jung said in agreement.  "Except that was this morning, not
last night."
     "Yeah, I guess it was," Bobby observed.  "So, you wanna sixty-nine?"
he asked with a gleam in his hazel eyes as he looked at Jung.
     "Sure," Jung responded with a grin.
     Without waiting to see what the others were planning on doing, the two
thirteen-year-olds pushed down their pants and underwear and lay down on
the floor in opposite directions and reached for each other's dicks.  Eying
Jung's compact, tawny buttocks, Benny could not resist them and quickly
laid down behind him before someone beat him to it.  Pulling apart the
thirteen-year-old's smooth cheeks, he ran his tongue up the youngster's
crack, causing him to squirm with the erotic pleasure.  Zi waited for only
a second before laying down behind Bobby and following Benny's lead, copied
his action.  He knew how great it was to get rimmed, and decided Bobby's
smooth, hairless butthole would be a good place to start if he was ever
going to try rimming.  From his initial lick, it appeared to have been a
wise decision.
     Looking at the foursome for a good opening, Brent quickly made up his
mind and snuggled up behind Zi.  Slipping his arms about the
fifteen-year-old boy, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and slipping
his hands under it, ran his fingers over Zi's smooth butterscotch- coloured
skin.  Jan wasn't exactly sure what to do as he sat down beside Benny but
Benny immediately solved the problem for him.  As he continued running his
tongue up and down Jung's crack, he reached over and pulled down Jan's fly
and slipped his fingers inside his trousers and inside the fly of his Joe
Boxers.  His nuts were warm and damp and Benny immediately cupped them and
began to caress them.  Brett joined them, slipping up behind Jan and
kissing the nape of Jan's neck while he unbuttoned the top button of his
trousers and slipped his hands down the back and inside his boxers to begin
caressing his smooth buttocks.
     As Bobby and Jung nuzzled, kissed, and licked each other's smooth nuts
and swelling dicks, Zi and Benny pressed their lips against the boy's
buttholes and darted their tongues against the smooth puckers.  Brent eased
Zi's shirt off his shoulders, and reaching down, he unsnapped and unzipped
his pants and pushed them down, along with the fifteen-year-old's
underwear.  Jan had meanwhile risen to his knees and Benny and Brett pushed
his pants and his underwear down.  Benny returned to fondling Jan's now
exposed balls and swelling dick as Brett began to caress his smooth chest
and fondle his nipples, which quickly began to swell.  Jan quivered with
the erotic assault by the two boys and he twisted around to pull Brett's
shirt out of his pants so he could slip his hands under it and caress
Brett's smooth back.  As Brett laid down, he reached out and unzipped
Benny's trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear so he could
stroke his kid brother's backside.  With quickly growing arousal, Jan
reached out for the seventeen-year-old's fly and pulled it down, eager to
fondle the boy's huge cock.
     So the seven boys formed a tangle of arms and legs, caressing,
kissing, rimming and fondling, white on yellow and yellow on white,
nuzzling fragrant balls and pungent assholes, fiddling with sensitive
nipples until they became firm and fingering sensitive puckers until they
were aching to be screwed.  As they caressed and kissed, and were caressed
and kissed, they slowly began to grow erect and their kissing and caressing
became more intense.  Underwear and pants were kicked off, along with socks
in some cases, and eager hands and mouths explored the closest naked body
as the boys moved randomly from partner to partner.
     "Perhaps I should have headed home with Brenda," Barry observed.
     "Hmmm?  Headed home?"
     "I know we have only met, and it might be presumptuous of me to
mention it, but these past two days you seen to be preoccupied with
something."
     "Oh.  Yes.  You are not being presumptuous at all.  I have been a most
ungracious host."
     "No, not at all!" Barry responded quickly.  "You have been very kind,
and generous.  I've just noticed that you appear to have something heavy on
your mind."
     "You are very observant."  Seon thought for a moment.  "Perhaps, if
you would be so kind, and if you do not mind, perhaps you are a man I can
discuss this with.
  You have sons as I do, and you I know are a man of the world."
     "Well, I don't know about being a man of the world," Barry responded
with a modest smile.  "But I've been told I'm a good listener."
     "You are humble.  In the short time I have known you I know you are a
man who knows what it is like to be young.  And I can tell you and your
family have an appreciation for the ways of others."
     "My business has brought me in contact with many cultures, as have my
sons," Barry replied, thinking of the experiences he'd never have had, had
it not been for his boys.
     Seon thought for a moment.  "This is a matter that has been bothering
me for a long time, but as I see my sons growing into young men, especially
Janjan, it comes to torment my mind more and more often."  Barry said
nothing and waited for Seon to continue.  "There is an ancient saying,
violent are the seasons of love and hate, and there is a story that
illustrates that saying.  It is told that many years ago there were two
men, Viscount Mizi and Duke Ling of Wei, and the Viscount was the Duke's
lover.  Because of that, when the Viscount did certain things, he was
forgiven because of that love.  One of those things was to bite into a
peach, and finding it exceedingly sweet, to offer it to the Duke, who
observed that the Viscount loved him so much he forgot his own mouth.  And
so it was for many years, but in time the beauty of the Viscount and love
of the Duke began to wane, and the Duke's love eventually turned to hate.
One day when the Viscount was accused of a crime, the Duke observed that
the Viscount had once given him a half-eaten peach to eat.  Ever since
those days, when people in China speak of male love, one of the names they
give it is the pleasures of the bitten peach."
     As Seon paused, Barry continued to remain silent, surprised by the
mention of male lovers, and knowing that what Seon was trying to tell him
had to be difficult for him.  "I ... I have known the pleasures of the
bitten peach," Seon continued, looking down shamefully and speaking softly.
"That was twenty-two years ago, when I was Janjan's age.  He was Chang Man-
Ji, the neighbour boy, the same age as I, and we were very, very much in
love, just like the Viscount and the Duke, or at least I was.  It lasted
for just under a year, but in time, because we were so much together,
others began to talk about us behind our back, and look at us with
suspicion.  In China such love is not so open as it is here in America, and
even less accepted, and even more so twenty years ago.  Finally one of our
mutual friends joked that we were like tong xing, like homosexuals, and Ji
exploded.  He became very angry, and denied there was anything between us.
Later when I tried to talk to him in private, he became angry with me, and
said I had seduced him, and that he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
We had more words and stopped seeing each other, and shortly after that he
moved away."
     Seon fiddled with the basket on the table.  "I have since that time
wondered many times why I'd done what I'd done, and why I'd felt the way
I'd felt about Ji.  I sometimes thought perhaps I'd engaged in such
pleasures because I was born in the Year of the Dragon.  The dragon laughs
at the prudent and oversteps the bounds of caution.  But along with his
energy and impetuosity comes pride and a quick temper, and the dragon also
disappears when the time comes to make retribution."
     "You don't seem the type to be proud or to run from punishment."
     "But I was proud, and because his denial that we did share the
passions of the bitten peach together had hurt my pride I said harsh
things.  And instead of accepting responsibility for my actions, I blamed
him, accusing his actions as being the cause of mine."
     "Well, that was twenty years ago.  You were young, and all young
people are sensitive about how others perceive them, especially best
friends.  It was only natural to react as you did, especially considering
the accusation of your so-called mutual friend.  As you said, attitudes
toward homosexuals were much different even twenty years ago than they are
now."
     "What year were you born in?"
     "Nineteen-fifty-seven."
     "The Year of the Rooster," Seon said after thinking for a moment.  "I
should have known.  The rooster is a good administrator and a conscientious
overseer of justice, dashingly attractive, has impeccable carriage, and is
unafraid to speak a frank and candid opinion."
     "Well, I don't know about all that," Barry replied with a
self-conscious smile.  "So now that Jan is the same age as you were, you're
concerned that he might also have, well, passions of the bitten peach?"
     "No.  Well, yes, a little.  Teenage boys are impressionable, and
easily influenced, and the temptation to engage in such things seems so
much greater today.  At least homosexuality is so much more visible.  It is
also much more dangerous, with AIDS and gay bashing and everything.  It
worries me, but if one of my sons is gay as you Americans call it, is not
really my worry.  I have had no reason to suspect any of my sons might have
feelings of that sort for other boys."  Seon thought for a moment.  "What
has actually been on my mind is seeing Janjan and wondering what he would
think if he knew his father once had sex with other boys, and not just had
sex but had tong xing lian . . .  feelings of homosexual love."
     "From what I have seen of your sons, I don't think they would mind at
all.  In fact I think they would think even more highly of you than they do
now, if that is possible," Barry replied, knowing the respect Seon's sons
had for him from the brief exposure he'd had to their family.  Of course he
could not help but think of Brent and Brett, knowing they were gay, and of
his own relationships with his four boys.  "They would see their father as
having physical feelings and as being as vulnerable when he was their age
as they are now."  As Barry looked at Seon, he could tell there was
something still bothering him.  He paused, knowing Seon had to think it out
in his mind before speaking.
     "Well, there is the worry what my sons would think, but I think you
are right, they would be understanding.  I have raised them to be
open-minded and tolerant.  What has bothered me even more than what they
might think is that I succumbed to such a temptation as a young man.  After
Ji left I began to think about our relationship more rationally, with my
mind and not my penis as men say.  The more I thought about our
relationship the more guilty I felt about our love, and what had once been
beautiful I began to see as dirty and something to be ashamed of."
     "There is no shame in having had such feelings for another boy, and
your reaction to his rejection was not an unusual one, not when you thought
he loved you as you loved him."
     "You cannot be a rooster," Seon said with a smile.  "Of all the
animals, he is the most puritanical when it comes to sexual matters."
     "Well, would it help if I told you I had a gay experience when I was
young also?"
     "You?"
     "Yes.  My first was with a childhood friend, Phillip.  We were both
twelve, and curious.  At that age it was more experimentation than it was
love, but in time our relationship turned to love, when we were about the
same age as my oldest boys are now."
     "But your interest evidently turned from boys to girls."
     "Yes, but not out of any sense of guilt or shame.  There just came a
time where girls became a greater interest.  I did not feel then, and I
don't feel now, that there is anything dirty or shameful about one man
loving another," Barry added, sensing that though Seon had said he'd raised
his sons to be understanding and tolerant, that he himself still harbored
such feelings, at least deep down inside.
     "You said he was your first?  Then you have known more than one person
of your own sex?"
     "Oh yes, I've known many over the years."
     "And you feel no guilt about those experiences?"
     "No, there has been nothing to feel guilty about.  They were all great
experiences, experiences I'd willingly have again, and that I remember
fondly."
     Seon did not comment, and Barry waited, allowing him to think.  The
conversation they were having reminded him of conversations he'd had with
Phillip later in their relationship, and the feelings of confusion he'd
once had.  "There is one last thing," Seon finally said.  "I ... I still
have on occasion urges to enjoy the pleasures of the bitten peach."
     "So do I," Barry confessed.
     "You?"
     Barry nodded.  "There are times when certain men, or certain
situations give rise to such desires."
     "Do such feelings not bother you?"
     "No.  As I said, I don't feel they are feelings to be ashamed of,"
Barry responded.  "In fact when it happens, if the situation is right for
me to follow through on those feelings I do."
     "You . . .  you still engage in such acts, even though you are
married?  Do you not feel that is being unfaithful?" Seon asked, showing
surprise for the first time in their conversation.  The other matters he'd
evidently thought through on his own and Barry had just confirmed his
conclusions.  The latter he had not.
     "Having sex with another woman besides my wife would be unfaithful,
but not having sex with a man.  There are certain things that a man can do
that a woman cannot, so I don't see engaging in those things with a man as
being unfaithful as they are things a man and wife could never do together.
Besides, the love Brenda and I share is not the type of love I could ever
have with a man."
     "This is a way of thinking I have never considered."  As Seon grew
silent, Barry wondered if he'd been too honest and frank about his own
feelings, but that was the way he'd always been, even as a child, and he
had never regretted it.  Perhaps there was something to each year being
influenced by an animal after all.
     That was the way his sons were too, and it was also a way of thinking
Seon's sons had not considered, not until having met the Brewster brothers.
While Barry and Seon had been discussing Seon's past and their feelings
about being gay, their sons had begun engaging in another hot orgy.  Bobby
and Jung had lain down in opposite directions once again and were now
eagerly sucking each other's cock, the two thirteen-year-olds squirming
with obvious delight as they worked their lips up and down each other's
organ.  Their tongues tired of rimming, Benny and Zi had eased their cocks
into the spit-slick and well-tongued assholes of the two younger boys, Zi
up Bobby's and Benny up Jung's.  Brent had meanwhile twisted around and
presented his stiff cock to Zi, who did not hesitate going down on it, as
Jan slipped into a similar position so that Benny could blow him.  At the
same time he had gone down on Brett's cock as Brett had reached around and
eased his finger up Jan's ass.
     The Wong brothers' earlier self-consciousness and hesitation were now
replaced by self- confidence and eagerness.  Bobby and Jung sucked on each
other's smooth, slender cock and worked their lips up and down each other's
organ in pure joy, delighting in the pleasure throbbing between their legs
and delighting in the joy that comes with providing another boy that same
unique pleasure.  At the same time they were thrilling with the stimulation
of their sphincters and the throbbing pleasure pulsating through their
rectums as they were fucked by each other's brother.  Zi quivered with
delight as he grasped Bobby's smooth butt and slid back and forth on his
side, easing his stiff cock in and out of the thirteen-year-old's hole as
at the same time he sucked on Bobby's older brother's seven-and-a-half inch
cock.  As the pleasure about his dickhead intensified, he sucked all the
harder on the knob in his mouth.  Benny was similarly quivering with
pleasure as he fucked Jung's ass and as he sucked on Jung's oldest
brother's cock.  The two fifteen-year-old boys closed their eyes in delight
as they concentrated on the pleasure of having their aching organs
surrounded by hot, pulsating flesh, the two boys they were fucking opening
and closing their sphincters in time with their thrusts and withdrawals as
they sucked on the boys' older brothers' cocks.  This was what being a boy
was all about.
     Brent quivered as Zi sucked on his knob and he reached down and ran
his finger along Zi's crack.  Finding his pucker, he wiggled his fingertip
against it and Zi pushed out with his stomach to open up to the probing
finger.  Brent immediately sank his finger up the fifteen-year- old boy's
ass and began to finger fuck him.  As he worked his finger in and out of
his hole, Zi quivered and sucked all the harder on his cock.  Zi's older
brother Jan was squirming with pleasure also as for the first time in his
life he was being finger fucked.  Each time Brett sank his finger up his
ass he groaned, and each time Benny swirled his tongue around the knob of
Jan's throbbing, cut cock he tensed with the sweet pain and wanted to
scream.  Brett stared down at his crotch as the sexy-eyed sixteen-year-old
Chinese youth sucked on his throbbing cock with evident lust and pleasure.
Jan's narrow eyes grew even narrower as pleasures and desires he'd never
known existed before that day rippled through his body.
     The seven boys began to breathe slower and more deeply as they
approached their orgasms, and each of them began to twist and to thrust his
hips, whether it be to drive his throbbing, aching cock up an asshole or in
and out of someone's lips.  Bobby and Jung wrapped their arms about each
other and trembled as their dry orgasms hit, sending the bodies of the two
thirteen-year-olds thrashing.  Zi grasped Bobby's hips and Benny grasped
Jung's as the two fifteen-year-old boys thrust their slender cocks up the
rectums of the two younger boys and began to squirt out their cum.  As Zi
pumped his seed up Bobby's ass, Brent reached his orgasm and Zi began to
swallow the thick, creamy load Brent was shooting into his mouth.  Benny
similarly began to swallow Jan's creamy load as he shot his own up Jung's
ass, the pleasure of cumming and the pleasure of having made another boy
cum causing his mind to spin.  As Jan shot out his load, he trembled with
the pleasure of its release, and with the stimulation of his anus as Brett
furiously finger fucked him, the seventeen-year-old blond beauty shooting
his creamy load down Jan's throat at the same time.  Once again the bedroom
was filled with the heavy breathing of seven, hot, flushed boys and once
again the air was filled with the heavy musk of spent cum.
     Slowly recovering from their second orgasm for the evening, the boys
turned their attention to satisfying another insatiable appetite of teenage
boys, their forever empty stomachs.  Mrs Wong had left a basket of fruit
with them before going to bed, along with a platter of Yau Gwok, deep fried
crescent-shaped puffs filled with chopped coconut, peanuts, sesame seeds
and sugar, and a platter of Jin Dui or Chinese Sesame Cookies, a symbol of
prosperity.  She might have been unaware of the sexual appetite of teenage
boys, but she knew very well their other appetite.
     She also knew the appetite of her husband, which matched that of
Barry's when it came to deserts, and had left with the men a platter of the
same snacks, which over the course of their conversation the men had
consumed.  What she had no knowledge of, and would have been surprised to
discover, was another appetite that had arisen during the course of that
conversation.
     "It is said another characteristic of one who is born in the Year of
the Rooster is his positiveness in his convictions."
     "Well, I am positive," Barry observed.  "Sex between men can be a
wonderful experience, and is nothing to be ashamed about nor to feel guilty
over.  That is the way I feel.  And being true to one's feelings and
accepting what one is, is the first step toward being true toward others
and accepting the beliefs and ways of others."
     "I think somewhere in your ancestry there had to be some Chinese blood
for you to express a philosophy such as that."
     "Well, the Brewsters have moved around a bit, but I'm not aware of
anyone ever having had a relationship with a Chinese man."  The eyes of the
two men met.  "At least not in the past," Barry observed.
     "This is the New Year," Seon observed, confirming they were thinking
the same thing.
     "You know, it feels great being so open and honest about your
feelings," Jan observed, totally unaware of the conversation his father and
Barry were having at that moment.
     "It's the way we've always been," commented Brett.
     "It's the only way to be," Benny observed.
     "So how did you first learn about this part of sex, you know, about
guys having sex with guys?" Jan asked.
     "Well, I learned about guy-guy sex from an Indian boy one summer while
I was at the Calgary Stampede, and Brent learned about it from a teenage
bull rider at the same time," said Brett, speaking for the four of them.
"And later the same summer Benny had his first experience with a chef and
his son in Victoria, and Bobby had his first gay experience with a black
cop in Seattle."
     "You had your first experience with a man?" asked Jung in surprise.
"A policeman?"
     "Oh yeah.  It was fucking awesome," Bobby responded.  As the four boys
thought back to their introduction to gay sex they each felt a stirring
between their legs.
     Their hosts looked at them in surprise, and then at each other.
"Those sound like wild experiences," observed Zi, the experiences too
exceptional for him and his brothers to even begin to fathom.
     "They were," agreed Benny.
     "So your first experience wasn't with each other?" asked Jan.
     "Not our first experiences.  Brett and me didn't even know we'd each
had sex on that day until Thanksgiving evening almost four months later,"
replied Brent.
     "One of our cousins had shown me this site on the Internet about
jacking off, www.jackinworld.com, that afternoon," Brett explained.  "I
showed it to Brent that night, and of course it got us both horny, and we
jacked off together ."
     "A few times," interrupted Brent, grinning over at his twin as he
brushed back his long, blond hair.  Both boys were quickly developing
erections.
     "Yeah, quite a few," agreed Brett, his deep blue eyes sparkling.  "And
at some point during the night we discovered each of us had sex that July
at the Stampede grounds."
     "And the fuckers kept it all a big secret from us," observed Bobby.
     "Oh yeah, well we weren't the only one's keeping secrets from each
other," Brent replied with a grin as he looked at his two youngest
brothers.
     "During the Christmas holidays that year me and my best buddy seen his
brother getting a blow job from his girlfriend," explained Benny.
     "Christmas Eve neither of us could sleep," continued Bobby, "so Benny
told me what he'd seen, and well, we did each other."
     "And we talked about sex and stuff and found out each of us had an
experience that summer."
     "Which got us all horny again," Bobby observed.
     "Which is no surprise.  Anything gets Bobby horny," observed Brett.
     "Anything that looks like a dick," began Brent.
     "Anything that doesn't look like a dick," continued Benny.
     "Anything that makes him think about a dick," added Brett.
     "Very funny," Bobby observed, wrinkling up his nose at his three
brothers.
     "So did you ever do stuff with each other, all four of you in the same
room?" asked Jung.
     "Yeah.  The very first time was six months later, on Canada Day,
1998," answered Brett, "just before we moved to the States."
     "That's when Bobby shared what he'd learned from . . .  his friend,"
Benny added, glancing at his kid brother.
     "Hey, it really happened," objected Bobby.  "It wasn't just my
imagination, and one of these days I'll prove it."
     "So, well, how do you feel about dong stuff with each other?" Zi
asked.
     "It's cool," Benny replied, "way cool."
     "Oh yeah, it is," agreed Brent.  "Getting off is great, but getting
each other off is greater."
     "Fuck yeah," Bobby agreed.
     "Agreed," concluded Brett.
     Zi, Jung and Jan glanced at each other, their faces reflecting a
mixture of curiosity, apprehension and hope.  The Brewster brothers glanced
at each other also, and from the looks in their eyes, each of them knew the
other three were wondering the same thing.
     "So I know Jung never did nothing til he met Bobby, and Zi's messed
around with his buddy and a cousin before me, and last night was Jan's
first time with anyone, which is the first time you've had sex in front of
each other," Benny observed, glancing at each of the boys in turn.  "So
none of you have ever done stuff with each other, right?"  The three boys
nodded their heads, and once again the Brewster brothers glanced at each
other.  One by one the four boys broke into a huge smile and the Wong
brothers had gotten to know them well enough by then to know they were
going to be in for a hot time.
     While the boys had been talking, Seon had lead Barry to the guest
bedroom.  Although the two men had only met the day before, they had gotten
to know each other better than many men do in a year.  Besides, both could
read others well, and the exchange they'd just had in the living room had
left no doubt in either's mind what the other was thinking.
     "You're comfortable with this?" Barry asked.
     "My given name, Chi-Seon, means the honest people.  It is the name my
parents gave me, and it has troubled me for twenty-two years that I have
not been honest, with my sons, with my wife, and with myself.  For the
first time in twenty-two years I feel I have a better understanding who I
am, and why I feel the way I do, and it is thanks to you.  Am I comfortable
with this?  Not totally," Seon confessed with a smile.  "But I know I could
not be more comfortable with any other man, and I know this is something I
must do if I want to find out my true self."
     "We can stop any time you want to."
     "I know."
     And so standing side by side self-consciously beside the bed the two
men began to strip until they had stripped down to their underwear, Barry
in his Stanfield, regular rise briefs, and Seon in his white thong.  Barry,
at five-foot-ten and a hundred-and-seventy pounds and with size twelve
feet, a dense matt of dark brown hair across his chest, dark five-o'clock
shadow, and his pale skin, was a marked contrast to Seon who stood at
five-foot-six, weighed a hundred and twenty, had size eight feet, a smooth
chest and cheeks, and amber skin.  Turning and facing each other, the two
men reached out slowly and self-consciously and began to caress each other,
running their hands up and down each other's back, and over each other's
buttocks.  As their confidence grew, they pecked each other on the cheek
and neck, and their hands moved on to more private and more sensitive
areas, thighs, stomachs and chests.  Seon rubbed himself up against Barry,
his smooth chest pressing against Barry's hairy pecs as he kissed the
taller man, first on the cheek, and then on the neck.  Barry bent his head
and kissed Seon's pecs, and then his nipples, first the right and then the
left.  As he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive buds, they began to grow
hard.
     Seon ran his fingers through Barry's dense mat of chest hair and
twirled and twisted the longer strands.  He caressed his nipples gently,
knowing how sensitive a man's nipples could be, and like his own, they
quickly became hard.  Barry trembled with the sweet pain as Seon brushed
first one and then the other with his soft lips, and Seon smiled, knowing
the pleasure he was bringing the larger and older man.  As passions slowly
rose, the two men grew still bolder, kissing each other now on the lips, at
first gently, and then with more force and passion.  Hands ran over
buttocks, squeezing and massaging the firm mounds.  As their breathing grew
deeper the two men caressed each other more firmly and they tongued each
other's nipples, causing ripples of pleasure to pierce the irritated flesh.
Barry eased down Seon's thong and Seon followed suit, slipping his fingers
under the elastic band of Barry's briefs and pushing them down.  The two
men stepped out of their underwear and then cupped each other's balls and
gently caressed each other's cocks, both still limp but growing.  Barry
wrapped his fingers about Seon's organ and drew his fist up along Seon's
shaft and over his circumcised knob.  Seon slowly pulled back Barry's
foreskin, stretching it all the way back and exposing his dark-toned,
mushroom-shaped cap, and then pushed it back up, causing Barry to quiver
with the stimulation.
     As the two men stroked each other's cocks and exchanged kisses, their
sons were engaged in foreplay of their own in Jan's bedroom.  Jan, Zi and
Jung were caressing each other, the three boys running their hands over
each other's smooth backs and firm buttocks, and up and down each other's
thighs, Jan caressing his two younger brothers and Jung caressing his two
older as Zi caressed both of them.  Zi was the first to kiss, bending his
head and kissing Jung's cheek and then his neck. Jung returned the kisses,
and the two boys nibbled at each other.  As Zi continued to caress him,
Jung kissed Jan's chest, and then Jan and Zi kissed each other's cheeks and
necks and nibbled on each other's ears.  It was the first intimate contact
among the three brothers and they kissed and caressed each other
self-consciously, acutely aware of every move they and their brothers made.
To their surprise and delight, they found their kissing and caressing
pleasant and that they were slowly becoming aroused.
     Beside them the four Brewster brothers were similarly arousing each
other, but unlike the Wong's, the four boys were accustomed to touching
each other.  They had aroused each other hundreds of times, in pairs, as
threesomes if one was away, and as a foursome, but that familiarity did not
dull their senses.  Rather, it increased their sensitivity and awareness of
each other's quirks and peculiarities and intensified their foreplay as
they learned something new about each other each time they messed around.
Now as Benny and Bobby licked and sucked on Brent's nipples they knew that
they were driving him to the point of wanting to scream, and as Brett ran
his tongue up his twin brother's crack and wiggled it against his asshole
he knew his brother was itching to feel his tongue inside him.  Brent's
entire body ached with lust as he ran his fingers through the thick, gelled
hair of his two younger brothers and as he felt his twin's hands grasping
his hip as he wormed his tongue into his ass, and his love for his brothers
grew still deeper.
     Slipping his arms about his older brother, Benny kissed Brett and his
older brother's long, blond hair fell over his naked shoulders.  Brent
knelt down and kissed and caressed his twin's smooth thighs with his smooth
lips, and Bobby stood beside him and cupped and caressed Brett's balls.
Moving on to his kid brother, Brent pulled apart his smooth cheeks and
pressed his lips against his butthole, giving him an obscene kiss as he
forced his tongue into the thirteen-year- old's hole.  Brett slipped an arm
about Bobby as he reached down with the other and tugged on his kid
brother's slender pricklet and Benny nibbled on Bobby's neck.  Their
breathing slowly becoming deeper and their hearts slowly beginning to pound
faster, the four boys formed a circle and stroked each other's buttocks and
swelling cocks as they kissed each other on the lips, their breaths hot and
scented with Yau Gwok and sesame seeds.  They slipped their tongues into
each other's mouths, and as their young cocks began to rise, so did those
of their hosts who were similarly embracing and kissing and caressing each
other.
     Laying down on the guest bed with Seon on his back, Barry kissed him
hotly on the lips, and then began to work his way down his slender, naked
body, skipping his lips along his smooth, amber skin, kissing his smooth
chest, his hard, tingling nipples, his ribs, his sensitive belly button,
his ball sack, and the round knob of his stiff, circumcised cock.  He swung
around in the opposite direction and he felt Seon immediately nuzzle and
nibble on his balls and then run his hot, moist tongue up his stiff,
throbbing nine-inch cock.  Barry nuzzled Seon's crotch as the man licked
him, delighting in the fragrance of his hot, sweating balls, and Seon
brushed his cheek against Barry's hairs and his swollen cock.  Taking
Seon's cock in his mouth, Barry sucked on it as Seon licked his balls and
sucked first one and then the other into his mouth.  His saliva flowing
copiously from the saltiness of Barry's flesh, Seon ran his tongue up his
thick shaft and over his knob and swirled his tongue over the glans,
leaving a trail of spittle and causing Barry to tremble with arousal.
     Slipping his lips over Barry's mushroom cap, Seon sucked on his rigid
cock, and Barry in turn slipped his lips over Seon's gilded member.  As
Seon swirled his tongue around Barry's knob, his foreskin having been
stretched back to totally reveal it, Barry swirled his tongue around Seon's
bulbous cockhead and licked the sensitive skin on the underside.  Inhaling
the unique musk of Seon's crotch, Barry closed his eyes with pleasure,
feeling at the same time Seon's hot breath blowing against his spit-slick
privates as the man inhaled his own fragrance.  As he slipped his lips
farther down Seon's cock, Barry felt Seon slipping his lips down his own
long, thick organ.  Whereas he was able to accommodate all of Seon's cock,
the man being just over five inches in length, Seon was only able to go
half way down his, one of the disadvantages of being hung like a horse.
     Easing his lips up and down over Barry's knob and sucking gently on
his thick organ, Seon thought back to the many times he'd done the same as
a youth with Man-Ji, and how delightful it had been having Ji pleasing him
with his mouth at the same time.  He had missed those experiences so much,
and the pleasant memories of his youth before their angry words and break
up flooded his mind as a warmth flooded over his body.  Barry could feel
the change in Seon's attention, his sucking becoming stronger and his lips
tightening about his cock, and Barry knew the man was giving in to his
feelings of lust as self-doubt and guilt dissipated.  Barry sucked harder
on the slender cock in his mouth for a while longer, the
forty-five-year-old father of seven enjoying the suction on his cock as
much as he was enjoying sucking on the throbbing cock in his mouth.
Finally he slipped his lips off the hard, pulsating organ and eased his own
throbbing cock out of Seon's hot, moist mouth.
     Having thrown the pillows and blankets their mother had brought up for
their guests into a pile in the middle of the floor, Zi and Jung had lain
down on their sides in opposite directions and were at that moment engaged
in a hot sixty-nine just as their father had been with their guests'
father.  It was the first time in their lives that the two brothers had
their cocks in each other's mouth, and the two boys were eagerly sucking on
each other's swollen cockflesh and working their lips up and down each
other's throbbing shafts as if they were sucking on peppermint sticks.
Like their father, the two boys had lost all inhibitions and had given in
to their teenage lust, wanting to bring satisfaction to the organ they were
blowing as desperately as they sought satisfaction for the itching,
throbbing organ between their legs.  While the two boys were so engaged,
Jan was eagerly rimming Zi.  Having pulled apart his brother's smooth,
gilded melons, the sixteen-year-old was licking his quivering pucker and
worming his tongue into the opening as if trying to lick out the jam in the
middle of a jelly donut.  Not only was it causing his own organ to throb
hotly with desire, but he knew he was causing ripples of pleasure to
pulsate from Zi's assaulted pucker, and he wanted desperately to bring Zi
the same degree of pleasure he was feeling.
     Laying on the blankets beside the three boys, Bobby and Brent were
also engaged in a hot sixty-nine, Bobby having gone down on his older
brother hundreds of times and the thirteen- year-old now expertly deep
throating him, going all the way down his seven-and-a-half inches of cock
while his brother's hot, moist mouth totally enclosed his own stiff,
throbbing dick.  Tightening his lips about the base of Bobby's slender
dicklet, his nose pressing against his tender balls and his chin against
his smooth pubes, Brent sucked deeply on the boy's pecker.  At the same
time his stiff cock throbbed hotly down Bobby's throat.  As the two boys
sixty-nined, Brett was laying behind Bobby and rimming his asshole as Benny
was rimming Brent, the two boys worming their tongues into their brothers'
eager buttholes and just as eagerly sucking on the quivering puckers.  To
them, the expression "kiss my ass" had a far different connotation than it
did for most boys.  As they sucked on their brother's holes, the two boys
reached down and stroked their swollen dicks.
     Barry had paused to allow his and Seon's passions to subside, not
wanting Seon's long overdue experience with a man to come to an end
prematurely.  As the two men waited for their breaths to return to normal,
Seon confessed with a smile that he had been close to the point of coming,
like a randy, novice teenager.  He also confessed that among his many
regrets was that he and Ji had broken up before they could explore the
entire spectrum of lovemaking, and that for years afterward he had wondered
what it would have been like to have been penetrated by his boyhood crush
until his thoughts had become an obsession and had turned from being erotic
to a reminder just how perverted and shameful his feelings were.
     Now as his sons twisted and gasped with erotic pleasure as they
embraced each other in Jan's bedroom, Seon slipped out of the guest room to
his own bedroom, returning moments later with a packet of lubricated
condoms.  He felt a moment of guilt as he slipped back into the guest
bedroom and wondered what his wife or sons would think if they only knew
what he was planning on doing, but seeing Barry laying there naked on the
bed and the reassuring smile on his face, he once again felt the passions
of tong xing lian well up in his loins.  Following Barry's directions, he
lay on his back and placed several pillows under his hips, his heart
pounding with anticipation and with apprehension.  Although he wanted this,
he could not help wonder if he should call a halt to what they were doing.
     Kneeling down between Seon's legs, Barry began to rim him, bringing
back memories once again for Barry of the deep love he and Phillip had felt
for each other, a love so deep that they had willingly performed this
perverse act of love on each other.  Working up a mouthful of saliva, Barry
pressed his lips against Seon's pucker and forced his spittle into the
man's rectum.  Seon trembled with the erotic sensation, and his cock, which
had gone partially limp, began to rise again.  Blowing several more
mouthfuls of spit up his asshole, Barry gently caressed his pucker with the
tip of his index finger, causing Seon's cock to rise even faster, and then
slowly pushed it into Seon's body.  Seon shivered as he felt Barry's digit
enter him, and the only doubt remaining was if he'd be able to accommodate
his huge organ.  That he wanted Barry to penetrate him no longer was a
doubt.
     Barry slowly eased his finger up Seon's ass until it was surrounded by
hot, moist, pulsating flesh.  He worked his finger in and out slowly, and
as Seon became accustomed to being probed, he twisted his finger right and
left and up and down, loosening up the man's tight sphincter.  By then both
men were once again fully erect.  Taking out one of the condoms, Barry
slowly rolled it down his thick, nine-inch cock.  It had not been necessary
to wear protection, Barry being clean and having no doubt that Seon was
also, but not everyone likes to have their rectum filled with semen, and
not everyone likes to have their cock embedded up someone's shitter
unsheathed.  Barry did not mind the condom, and besides, it being Seon's
first time and considering Barry's size, the men needed the lubrication and
protection.
     Kneeling down between Seon's raised and outspread legs, Barry placed
the tip of his sheathed cock against Seon's spit-slick and probed pucker
and slowly pushed forward.  Feeling the firmness of Barry's cock pressing
against his butthole, Seon pushed out with his stomach, opening his hole as
wide as he could.  The two men strained to unite, Seon being virgin tight
and Barry having a thick, blunt probe, and the two men grunted and gasped
for breath as the one pushed forward and the other pushed out.  Ever so
slowly Barry's thick, hard knob stretched open Seon's sphincter, and ever
so slowly Seon felt the thick, hard flesh stretching open his asshole.
Inhaling deeply, he pushed out in desperation, wanting this more than
anything he'd ever wanted before.  His dreams and fantasies as a teenager
returned as vivid and as urgent as they had been twenty-two years ago, and
he closed his eyes and pushed with all his might as he felt his sphincter
being stretched open beyond belief until at last Barry's knob popped
inside.
     Barry paused to catch his breath, and to allow the irritation of the
assault on his sensitive glans to subside, and then he slowly eased his
hips forward, slowly driving his thick, hard organ up Seon's asshole,
slowly stuffing his rectum with his cockmeat until Seon's amber balls were
nestled in his thick, dark brown hairs, and his own hairy balls were
pressing against Seon's buttocks.  Seon lay there on his back gasping for
breath on the guest bed, his legs raised and spread, Barry's long, thick
cock buried up his asshole.  It had finally happened.  After all these
years a man had his cock up his ass.  He could feel the knob deep inside
him, and he sighed with the unique pleasure of having his ass stuffed for
the very first time.
     As Barry slowly drew his hips back, easing his cock back out of his
rectum, Seon shivered with the stimulation caused by the friction between
his sphincter and Barry's withdrawing cock, and with the sharp ripple of
arousal as Barry's flanged knob brushed against his prostate.  As Barry
once again eased his cock forward, causing Seon's sphincter to burn and his
own cock to jerk with arousal as his prostate was once against massaged by
the knob of Barry's cock, Seon sighed with pure lust and pleasure.  He was
being fucked, and it was even better than his wildest fantasy had imagined
it would be.
     Jan's bedroom was filled with the sighs of pleasure and the grunts of
rutting also.  Zi and Jung squirmed with the erotic pleasure pulsating
through their loins as they sucked on each other's cock, the two brothers
delighting in both the pleasure of their own throbbing cocks and the
pleasure of bringing their brother that unique delight.  Zi shivered with
another delight, that of having his older brother fucking his ass.  Being
fucked was an awesome experience, especially when it is your first time,
but when that first time is being fucked by your older brother it is even
more awesome.  He trembled as he felt Jan's cock sink up his rectum, and he
grasped it tightly with his sphincter as he felt it withdrawing.  He was
being fucked, just as his brother might fuck a girl, and it felt wonderful.
Even more wonderful was knowing the pleasure he was bringing his older
brother, having only that evening discovered the joy of fucking ass
himself.
     Jung was feeling the same as he sucked on his older brother's cock,
delighting just as much in knowing he was bringing his brother pleasure as
he was in the hot, throbbing sensation between his legs.  Jan, on the other
hand, could only suspect Zi was enjoying getting fucked as much as he was
enjoying fucking him from the way he was working his sphincter in time with
his motions.  Grasping Zi's smooth hips as he slowly worked his cock in and
out of his rectum, Jan quivered with the pleasure of having his aching cock
surrounded by hot, moist flesh and being gripped by his brother's tight
sphincter each time he withdrew.  He had no idea fucking a guy's ass could
feel so great.  It was in a sense fitting that he was sharing this first
experience, this awesome pleasure, with his younger brother, with one of
his own flesh whom he loved dearly as he knew he was loved.
     Beside the three boys, Bobby and Brent were engaged in a hot
sixty-nine as they were each fucked by their brothers.  Bobby bobbed his
head up and down, eagerly sucking on his brother's huge, seven-and-a-half
inch cock as he working his lips up and down the length of his throbbing
dick, from the hairy base of his thick shaft to the tip of his flanged
knob.  As he sucked on his older brother's swollen cock he inhaled deeply
through his nose, delighting in the fragrance of his brother's crotch.  At
the same time he quivered with delight with the suction of his brother's
mouth and the pleasure of having his throbbing bone engulfed by his
brother's hot, moist mouth.  The physical stimulation was great, but even
greater was knowing his brother took just as much joy in sucking on his
cock as he was enjoying sucking on his brother's.  He tightened his
sphincter as he felt Brett easing his cock out of his body, and he relaxed
as he felt his brother sinking back up his rectum.  The thirteen-year-old
loved getting his ass fucked more than anything else, and getting it fucked
by one of his brothers was particularly special.  No matter how many times
any one of them fucked his ass, each time was even more delightful than the
previous.
     Brent felt the same way as his kid brother.  He trembled with pleasure
as he felt Bobby's hot, moist mouth sliding up and down his throbbing bone
and as Bobby sucked on his dick.  It always felt great getting blown, but
knowing how much Bobby loved cock made it all that much better.  As he
sucked on his kid brother's slender pecker and felt it throbbing between
his lips, he held his brother's hips tightly, knowing all too well the
sweet pain his kid brother was feeling between his legs.  He also was
working his anus in time with the sinking and withdrawing of the cock
easing in and out of his body.  Like his kid brother, he enjoyed being
fucked most of all, and that it was his other younger brother's cock that
was easing in and out of his body made it all the more pleasant.
     As for Benny and Brett, the two boys delighted in the throbbing and
aching of their swollen cocks and the burning of their dickheads as much as
they delighted in the knowledge they were pleasing their brothers.  The two
boys sank their stiff dicks up their brothers' hot, moist rectums until
their pubic hairs were pressed against their brothers' smooth buttocks, and
then withdrew until their knobs were stretching open their brothers'
sphincters.
     And so the seven boys and their two fathers grunted and panted as they
felt their orgasms approaching, delighting in the acute pleasure throbbing
through their stiff cocks and through their loins as much as they delighted
in bringing pleasure to their partners.  Zi and Jung and Bobby and Brent
eagerly sucked on the throbbing cocks in their mouths as they in turn were
sucked, the four boys savouring the unique taste of cock and the pleasure
of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on their own swollen organs.  Zi,
Bobby and Brent, and Seon quivered as their rectums were probed and as
their prostates were massaged, the four closing their eyes with the dizzy
sensation of having their asses fucked.  Jan, Brett and Benny and Barry
grunted with the exertion and the delight of fucking and the pleasure of
having a hot, moist asshole enveloping their throbbing, aching cocks.  As
the seven boys and two men approached their peaks of pleasure they paused
and delighted in the tension in their loins until it subsided, and then
they began again, sucking and fucking, slowly building up to that peak a
second time.
     Barry found fucking someone for the first time always a joy, and
knowing that person was a virgin was even more thrilling.  When that person
was as sexy-looking as Wong Chi-Seon it was a still added pleasure.  He
worked his long, thick cock in and out of the tight, virgin hole, his
breathing becoming more and more laboured as he felt the tension quickly
building in his loins.  The panting of the slender, sweating man beneath
him and the look of exquisite pleasure on his face multiplied his pleasure,
and so when Barry grasped Seon's hips and lunged forward as he shot his
load into the condom sheathing his cock, he came violently and copiously,
his semen filling the bulb at the end of the condom and oozing up and
around his blood-engorged knob with such force it was surprising the condom
did not burst.
     Seon at the same time shuddered as he shot his own load with just as
much force and just as copiously, his thick, white semen spurting out of
his throbbing, jerking cock and shooting through the air, the first
streamer striking him in the face and the second and third lacing the top
of his perspiring, heaving chest.  His cock jerked and flung his cum in the
air, spattering both his body and Barry's.  Tremors of extreme pleasure
rippled through his cock and up his rectum, and he grunted and gasped with
the pleasure of his orgasm as Barry grunted and gasped with his own.  The
two panting, perspiring men grasped each other as they trembled with that
ultimate, undescribable pleasure.
     As Seon was spraying himself and Barry with his hot streamers of cum,
his three sons were shuddering with their climaxes also.  Zi trembled with
delight as he shot his thick, juicy load into his kid brother's mouth, and
Jung trembled with equal delight with his dry orgasm as Zi sucked deeply on
his throbbing cock.  The younger boy swallowed his older brother's thick,
creamy cum eagerly, delighting in both his own orgasm and the fact he'd
brought his brother off.  Zi similarly trembled with the delight of his own
ejaculation as waves of pleasure pulsed through his spurting cock, and he
felt a flush of pleasure as he felt his kid brother's cock throbbing
between his lips and he knew his brother's loins were throbbing with his
own dry orgasm.
     Zi also trembled as his older brother, gasping and snorting behind
him, shot his thick, hot load up his asshole.  It was a strange sensation,
feeling his brother's cum squirting up his hole, and for some reason
knowing it was his brother's juice sent a tremor up his spine.  He was glad
that the first boy to fuck him was Jan.  Jan was feeling much the same as
his younger brother.  He grasped Zi's hips tightly as he shot his seed up
his rectum, and he trembled with pleasure as his swollen cock throbbed
violently up his brother's hot, moist asshole.  It was his first fuck,
which made it special, and it had been awesome.  That it was with his
brother made it all the more so.
     And as Barry's long, thick cock throbbed hotly up Seon's ass and he
filled the condom sheathing his cock with his hot, thick cum, his four boys
were quivering and gasping with their own orgasms.  Like their father,
Brett and Benny were trembling with the delight of having their hard,
aching cocks buried up a hot, moist asshole as they shot their loads with a
force and volume that only teenage boys can achieve.  Both boys loved
fucking, and they loved fucking their brothers more than they loved fucking
anyone else, even their best buddies or beloveds.  Bobby and Brent trembled
with delight also as they felt their brothers grasp their hips and shoot
their hot cum up their assholes, and the two brothers jerked and groaned
with their own orgasms, Bobby quivering with his dry orgasm as he sucked on
his brother's thick, throbbing cock and Brent quivering as he shot his hot,
thick cum into his kid brother's mouth.  The two brothers sucked on each
other's cock with a passion driven by their own lust and with their desire
to please.
     Once again Jan's bedroom was filled with the fragrance of fresh cum as
the seven boys gasped and quivered with their orgasms.  With heaving chests
they grasped each other as they sucked in the scented air, quivering with
the musky fragrance of their spilt seed and sighing with the bliss of
having achieved still another climax.  Their cheeks flushed red and their
eyes glazed with the awesome pleasure of their orgasms, they sucked in the
cum-laden air through parted lips and relished the pulsation throbbing
through their naked bodies.
     For Barry and Seon it had been a delightful and awesome experience
also.  Barry knew he had succeeded in bringing Seon a pleasure that he'd
long missed and even more important, that he had succeeded in bringing Seon
a peace of mind that he had not had for twenty-two years.  That it had been
a unique and pleasureful experience for himself was an added bonus.  For
Seon the physical experience of having engaged in a long and hot session of
foreplay concluding with the hot fucking session had been awesome.  Not
only had it fulfilled one of his long unfulfilled fantasies, but it had
helped him come to terms with the feelings he'd been having.  As Barry
eased his cock out of Seon's body and lay down beside him, the two men
sighed with contentment
     For Barry's four sons it had been another wicked session of hot,
lustful sex with each other, another experience to treasure and to remember
and that further strengthened the bond between them.  They looked at each
other with contented, happy smiles, delighted with the hot session of
fucking and sucking, and delighted that they had introduced the Wong
brothers to the delight and joy of brotherly sex.  The day and the previous
day had been totally fantastic, not just the sex but getting to know the
Wong brothers and their culture also.  As for the three Wong brothers, they
had just had their first act of sex with each other and it had been as
awesome as it had been enjoyable.  It was an experience they would remember
and treasure for the rest of their lives, and the beginning of a new
relationship among the three of them.  They had a deeper understanding and
love for each other now that no other bonding could have achieved.  As for
the last two days, it was a New Year celebration like they'd never had
before, and they had still another reason to be thankful for having made
friends with the Brewster brothers.
     For the seven boys and the two men it was an auspicious beginning to
the new year, and each one of them was certain that the Year of the Sheep
was going to be a good year. The boys cuddled together, pressing their
naked bodies together under the blanket they had thrown over themselves.
It was not long before seven pairs of hands began to explore under the
blanket, and seven young cocks began to stir once more.  They were, after
all, young and healthy and the full moon was still high in the sky.  In the
guest bedroom Barry and Seon slipped their arms about each other and
kissed, their lips hot and moist, and Seon rubbed his cheek against Barry's
thick stubble as he felt Barry's hands slipping down his smooth, slender
body.  It was a time for celebration after all, and the packet Seon had
retrieved had been a three-pack.