Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 14:09:21 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Oktoberfest" (t/t t/b t/m m/b incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one about to
turn thirteen, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, who
with their classmates, teachers and neighbors celebrate Oktoberfest in
Munich, Brewster style.  This story is posted at free gay adult story sites
for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not given to copy
electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or
posting at sites other than those described here.  This is the forty-first
story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series.  The Brewster
brothers would like to remind everyone celebrating Oktoberfest they should
never drink and drive, and shouldn't screw around without a condom.
Praise, kegs of beer, young German yodelers and story ideas for 2003 can be
sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

		    THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE OKTOBERFEST

  "Oh maaannnn, this is like so happening!"
  "Oh yeah!  Freakin' wicked!"
  "I can't believe it!  It is like so sweet!"
  "Whoop-de-do," added the fourth voice, a soprano, and far from
enthusiastic.
  Brent, Brett, and Benny turned to look at their kid brother.  The four
brothers were sprawled out in their bedroom discussing the upcoming trip by
the high school band and travel club to celebrate Oktoberfest in Munich,
Germany.  As part of a promotional blitz by the Munich Bureau of Tourism,
they had invited high school bands around the world to send a tape of their
music last spring, and Crestview Heights Concert Band had been one of the
winners!  Brett, who had taken up the trumpet and joined the band because
his boyfriend Cam played trumpet in the band, had been ecstatic when the
win had been announced, and now that it was fall and the big event was fast
approaching, he was so hyper his parents were seriously considering putting
him on Prozac.  They did have to admit it would be an awesome experience
for his twelfth and final year of high school.
  When it had been announced at the beginning of the new school year that
thanks to a very generous anonymous donation over the summer that the
travel club would be joining the band, Brett's twin brother Brent and
Brent's boyfriend Billy, and the twin's younger brother Benny and his best
buddy Justin, both of whom had just entered grade ten, were overjoyed, the
four boys being members of the travel club.  Initially Brett's three
brothers were envious but happy for him and nothing more was made out of
the trip, but now that the three of them were going to go together, they
could not contain themselves.  Unfortunately, their kid brother, Bobby, was
only in Grade Eight.
  "Hey, sorry, Bobby," apologized Brent as he sat down beside Bobby on his
bed and put an arm about his despondent brother.  All of the boys had kind
hearts, but everyone knew Brent had the softest of the four.
  "Hey, yeah," agreed Brett, joining his brother on the other side and
putting an arm about his kid brother also.  "We shouldn't be so blatant."
  "Yeah, it's not really that big a deal," added Benny, squatting down on
the floor before his brother and trying to sound convincing as he placed a
hand on his thigh.  "What say we forget this Oktoberfest crap and have a
good long wank?"
  "Naw.  You guys go ahead and talk about it.  You should be excited.  It's
gonna be fuckin' awesome for you."
  "Really," urged Benny, rubbing his brother's thigh.  "That's a long way
ahead yet."
  "It's two weeks," observed Bobby.
  "Like I said, a long way away.  You wanna make a daisy chain instead?"
  "Naw.  You guys go ahead and plan and stuff.  I'm gonna phone Aaron and
see if he wants to go roller blading or something.  I don't feel like
having sex."
  The boys stared at the door as it closed behind their kid brother.  He
had to be feeling totally miserable.  It was the first time in their lives
they'd ever seen him turn down a chance to mess around.  Hearing Bobby say
he didn't feel like having sex was like hearing the Pope say he didn't want
to be a virgin anymore.  They felt bad about it, but there was nothing they
could do.  It was a high school trip, and there was no way they could
figure out to include him, and they had thought of every possible
alternative.  So had their parents.  Brenda and Barry knew how sad their
fourth youngest son felt, and his brothers too, and how especially close
the four boys were.  They did everything together, including a number of
things neither parent knew about, and which neither adult would want to
know.
  Bobby phoned Aaron, but he was out, and he tried several of his other
classmates and neighbourhood buddies, but they either already had plans,
weren't home, or in most cases were grounded by their parents for one
reason or another.  Being on the mischievous side himself, those were the
types of boys Bobby had as closest friends.  Taking out the phone book, he
looked up the name of his newest friend, and unable to find it since they'd
only moved to the United States six weeks ago, he called the operator for
the number.
  "Hi.  Is Jung home?" he asked.  "It's Bobby Brewster," he replied in
response to the question.  He thought about the new boy he'd befriended.
He was in his History, Art and Physical Education classes.  "Hi, Jung.
It's Bobby, Bobby Brewster.  You doing anything special this afternoon?" he
asked.  "Great.  I don't mean great you're not doing anything, anything
special that is.  I mean I don't mean it's great you're not doing something
special, I, well, what I mean, is, well, I was wondering if you'd like to
do something this afternoon, I mean, like with me."
  "You and me?" came the reply, clearly surprised.
  "Yeah."
  "I will have to ask ba-ba, my father. Can you wait please?"
  "Sure."  Bobby reached down and fiddled with himself as he waited.  When
he'd said he was in no mood for messing around, he had been serious, but
playing with himself wasn't sex, and besides, it was something he'd been
doing for years.  His brothers had kidded him that he'd even fiddled with
his dick was he was baby and still soiling his diapers.  Benny had observed
that he'd probably even been doing it when he was in their mother's womb,
and Brett, always the whit of the four boys, suggested that when they'd put
their ear on their mother's tummy to hear him, the thumping probably hadn't
been his heart but his fist pounding his dicklet.
  "Yes.  I may," came the excited reply.  "Is it possible you may come to
my house?"
  Getting the address and finding it was only eighteen blocks away, Bobby
strapped on his roller blades and headed over.  Jung met him at the door,
clearly excited and pleased to see him.  He introduced Bobby to his father
and mother, and to his next oldest brother, Wong Soeng-Zi, whom he referred
to as E-go, which Jung explained meant "the second", Zi being the second
oldest brother.  Having turned fifteen in August, the boy was on the
shorter and skinnier side like his brother, standing at four-foot-eleven
and weighing ninety-five pounds.  Also like his younger brother, he was
quiet and shy, but unlike his brother, much more studious.  While Jung wore
his hair in a bowl cut with bangs over his forehead almost to his eyebrows
and covering just the very tops of ears and tapered in the back, Zi wore
his hair tapered along the back and sides and of medium length on the top
which he combed to each side with a part in the middle and with two locks
in front, one curled above each eyebrow.  He, and his parents, were heading
out shopping for the afternoon, and Jung was delighted to have someone to
spend the afternoon with rather than joining them, which he would have had
to do otherwise.
  "So what were you doing when I phoned?" Bobby asked as Jung showed him to
the room he shared with Zi.  Bobby noticed that the room was much neater
than the one he shared with his brothers.  Like their room, there were
posters and pictures on the walls, and personal belongings on their desks
and bookcases, each boy having his own space, but not to the clutter that
the Brewster brothers' room was.
  "My homework," Jung replied as he picked up the papers scattered over his
desk and apologized for the mess.
  "On a Saturday afternoon?" asked Bobby incredulously, glancing at the
picture of the well-built Chinese young man stripped to the waist and in a
Kung Fu or something pose above Jung's desk.
  "It is much difficulty, learning in your English language," Jung
explained.
  "Yeah.  I guess it is.  What homework were you doing?"
  "The one in History.  The big one."
  "On an ancient culture?"
  "Yes.  That is the one."
  "You've picked a culture already?"
  "Yes, certainly.  The Ming Dynasty.  I think it is the most exciting
period in Chinese history.  Have you picked a culture yet?"
  "No.  Not really.  Though I was thinking of doing Ancient Greece."
  "They are most interesting too," agreed Jung.  A worried look suddenly
came to his face.  "It will be acceptable thing do you think if I do the
Ming Dynasty?  The teacher will not mind?"
  "Saultiere?  Why would he?"
  "I know much about the topic already, you know, being Chinese.  There is
not as much for me to learn.  There is much I do not know of course," he
quickly added, fearing he'd sounded like he'd been bragging.
  "Oh.  Fuck no, he wouldn't mind."
  "Fuck no?" Jung asked, looking at Bobby curiously, and Bobby returned the
look.  "I do not know that word, fuck."
  "Oh.  Oh, sorry," Bobby said, knowing not every boy swore, and not every
boy found it acceptable.  "I should not use it.  It is a dirty word."
  "A dirty word?  How can a word be soiled?"
  "No.  A bad word.  A swear.  A word kids should not use."
  "Oh," Jung said, brightening up.  "A zu.  I do not mind if you say it.
But you should not say it in front of my father."
  "Don't worry," said Bobby with a grin, and Jung smiled back.  He had a
killer smile and Bobby felt a stirring in his pants.  "So, what you wanna
do?"
  "I do not know.  What do you?"
  "What do you like doing?"
  "I like to draw," he said with a shrug.  "And I like to play video games.
We got a new Playstation 2.  We got Ace Combat 4, Grand Theft Auto 3 which
came with the Playstation but my father does not like us to play, and
Madden NFL 2002."
  "I like gaming too, and drawing."  Bobby had actually joined the Art Club
to be with his best buddy Aaron, who was an awesome drawer, but he wasn't
that bad himself.
  "I seen what you can do in art class.  You're fucking good."
  "Fucking good is a good thing?"
  "Oh yeah, very good."
  "Then you are fucking good too.  I have seen some of your drawing."
  "Thanks.  You wanna draw?"
  "Sure!  If you do," Jung quickly added.
  "Sure."
  Jung got out some paper and the two boys sat and concentrated on their
drawing.  After half an hour they showed each other.  Jung had drawn a
Chinese garden scene, with sand and stones and patterns.  Bobby had done a
portrait of Jung.
  "That is very good," observed Jung.
  "Yours too.  I don't got the patience to do all that detail stuff."
Bobby thought for a moment.  "If you'd pose, you know, like a model, I
could do a whole body picture."
  "I do not know why you would want to draw a picture of me," Jung observed
modestly.
  "Cuz you're good looking," Bobby replied honestly and Jung blushed.  "Why
don't you strip off your shirt and take off your socks and I'll do a
picture like that one," Bobby suggested, nodding to the picture above
Jung's desk.  "Better yet, why not take all your clothes off," he continued
with an impish grin.
  "You would draw me nude?"
  "Sure, if you want," Bobby replied brightly, immediately beginning to
unbutton his shirt.
                                                                "No no!"
Jung exclaimed excitedly.  "I mean ."
  "I know what you meant," Bobby interrupted with a chuckle as he stopped
unbuttoning his shirt.  "I'm joking."
  "Oh," Jung said with relief.  The boy laughed at the joke on him also.
  "So, will you pose?"
  "Not nude."
                                                           "Okay, in your
underwear."
  "My underwear?" responded Jung with a giggle.
  "Yeah.  So I can draw your muscles."
  "I do not have much muscle yet," Jung said modestly.  That was not
exactly true, but being short and slender, he did not appear as muscular as
many of his classmates.
  "Com'on, just down to your underwear."
                                                      "I do not know," Jung
said hesitantly.
  "Com'on," coaxed Bobby, looking over at him with his big, hazel eyes and
turning on his charm.  "If your parents or brother come back before we are
finished, we will hear them."
  "Well. . . ."
  "Great," Bobby responded, taking his hesitation as a yes.
  As Jung stood and began to unbutton his shirt, Bobby sharpened his pencil
and got some new sheets of paper, all the while pretending not to be
interested but watching Jung closely.  He was good-looking, and the thought
of touching and caressing his tawny-coloured body was enticing.  As the boy
pulled down his zipper and unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then pushed
them down and stepped out of them, Bobby's dick began to swell.  Jung was
wearing a pair of white BVD's and the tiny bulge of his genitals in the
pocket was so enticing Bobby knew he was going to have difficulty keeping
his eyes off it.
  Jung struck a marital arts pose and after a bit of giggling, he stood as
still as he could and Bobby began to draw.  He was skilled, and with the
subject he was drawing and the motivation, it did not take him too long.
Carefully shading in the contours of Jung's body, and the bulge in his
underwear, Bobby repeatedly looked up at him and back at his picture,
checking out every detail.  His dick had been stiff through most of the
drawing and was tenting out his faded blue jeans, a fact he did not try to
hide, and in fact, had tried to reveal by spreading apart his legs and
casually dropping his free hand to his crotch
  "Is something wrong?" Jung asked.
  At first Bobby thought he was referring to his condition, but fortunately
before he commented and made a fool of himself, he realized Jung was
wondering why he was constantly checking him and the pencil sketch.
"Yeah," Bobby said, proud of the thought that had come to his mind.  It was
the type of thought that his brother Brett would come up with.  "I can't
seem to get that bulge in your underwear right."
  "Oh?" said Jung, glancing down and immediately blushing self-consciously.
  "Yeah.  Each time I look it has gotten bigger."
  Jung turned so red Bobby was sure he was going to have a nose bleed.
Jung glanced over at him and seeing the wide grin and impish twinkle in his
eyes, he giggled, and was quickly joined by Bobby.  "It would seem like you
have a like problem," Jung dared to observe, having noticed Bobby's
condition at least ten minutes ago and having to his embarrassment reacted
by getting an erection also, which he'd hoped would not be as noticeable,
knowing from Physical Education classes that Bobby was the best hung of all
the boys in their class, and fortunately under the present circumstances,
he was the least.
  "Oh yeah," said Bobby, dropping his free hand and gently squeezing his
swollen dick.  He was about to make a suggestion when they heard the front
door open and Jung's brother and parents return home.  Bobby was
disappointed, but he'd had a great afternoon and had forgotten his
disappointment about the trip to Germany, and he knew there were going to
be plenty more opportunities to get to know twelve-year-old Wong
Soeng-Jung.
  The following Saturday the band and travel club students set up a car
wash at Karl's Auto Land, the owner of the used car lot letting them use
his property, and donating a car that anyone getting his or her car washed
could buy a lottery ticket on.  Needless to say, they had a booming
business, and it being a sunny, warm day, a lot of fun besides.  That is,
they did until Ron Danson and his following of punks and bullies arrived.
Loud and mouthy as ever, the grade twelve troublemaker strutted about the
lot like he was God's answer to women.  As usual, he was wearing a tight
sleeveless tank top to reveal his biceps, tufts of blond pit hair, and
broad, muscular chest.  He'd joined the school's wrestling team, and there
was no question the dude was strong and muscular.  For that day he'd
decided to wear his faded, stonewashed blue jeans with shredded knees and
crotch, his pants hanging low on his hips under their weight of chains and
revealing his plaid Joe Boxers.
  His high healed cowboy boots clacked on the pavement of the lot as he
strutted about, and his long, luxuriant scarlet hair floated in the air as
he purposefully jerked his head right and left to send his beautiful locks
bouncing about his head.  It floated like fine silk and shone in the
afternoon sunlight.  If it were not for his self-centeredness and
chauvinistic attitude, he would have had to fight the girls off given his
beautiful hair and masculine body.
  He would have had a larger male following too, rather than the half dozen
boys who had the same arrogance and superior attitude regarding women.
  Ron wasted no time making it clear what he thought about nerds and losers
who spent a warm Saturday afternoon on fund-raising and anything related to
school, and who would do something as menial and filthy as wash other
people's cars.  Of course he'd brought his own vehicle, a cherry-red
Chevrolet convertible his parents had boughten him for his last birthday,
after taking it out on the surrounding gravel country roads and cutting
through a couple open fields in the hopes of picking up a splattering of
manure.  When he arrived at the lot, he also made sure he was in the line
of cars where the Brewster boys were working.
  "Now you make sure you do a good job," he said, looking down his nose at
Benny, which was easy to do from his five-foot-eleven-and-a-half height.
Benny said nothing as he began to hose the muck from the side of the
vehicle.  Waiting until Benny had the dirt and crap he'd picked up washed
off, the high school bully stepped forward and grabbed the hose out of
Benny's hands.  "Here, let a man handle that hose, you'll take forever at
the rate you're going."  He aimed the hose at the side of his car and
pretended to hose it off.  "There, you see how fast a real man can do the
job?" he said, handing the hose back.  In doing so, he grabbed Benny's hand
and spun around, spraying everyone around them.  "What's the matter, not
used to handling a big hose?" he asked, suddenly letting go and leaving
Benny to grapple with the hose as he ran his hand down along his thigh to
bring attention to the bulge in his pants and his reference to handling a
big hose.  He was well hung, and didn't mind bringing the fact to the
attention of either sex.
  "Now look, you've gone and soaked everyone," he accused, looking about as
if in dismay.  "Not that I have anything against a nicely filled out wet
T-shirt," he said, sidling over to Ashley Whitford and leering at her
chest.  Ashley's T-shirt was nicely filled out, and it was clear she was
not wearing a bra.  More than one of the boys in the group felt a stirring
in their pants as her wet shirt revealed the curves of her breasts and her
pert nipples.  "Nothing turns on a real man like a nice set of jugs, or
nice butt," he continued, grabbing Candis Lewett's backside and giving it a
squeeze.  The goons with him leered and snorted in agreement.
  "You're crude, Danson," observed Brent, unable to take any more.
  "Oh really?" observed the bully, having elicited a response from one of
the Brewsters as he'd hoped he would.  "What would a girly boy like you
know about boobs and girl's butts, other than wishing you had some
yourself."  His followers laughed, as he'd hoped.  He was in his prime.
"You know, instead of using a cloth to dry off my car, I think I'll use
this girly boy's hair."  Before Brent could stop him, Ron had grabbed his
hair and twisted it around his fingers, a trick that he knew rendered his
victims helpless.  Standing three inches taller than Brent and weighting
twenty pounds heavier, he knew he already had a major advantage.
  "Grow up Danson," observed Brett, coming to his brother's rescue.
  "Oh, so it's the other girly Brewster," observed Ron.  "I'm shivering in
my boots sissy face."  Reaching out and grabbing Brett's hair, he yanked
him toward his brother, and taking the long, blond locks of the two boys,
he quickly twirled them into two braids and tied them together.  Laughing
at the sight, he grabbed a bucket of dirty wash water and dumped it over
the two boys.
  "Ron Danson, you're cruel," observed Sherry Anders, coming to Brett's
defence.
  "Someone should stick your head in a bucket of slop," observed Benny as
he tried to undo the knot in his older brothers' hair.
  "Should stick it in a toilet, where it belongs," suggested Bobby who had
come out to help his brothers fund raise.
  "You got a big mouth for such a little squirt," Ron responded angrily,
but in the second that had lapsed, Bobby had noticed a flicker of
apprehension in the bully's eyes.  "I think it's time someone shut it."
  "I think maybe it's time someone held you down and cut off that hair
you're always bragging about," observed Brett, having gotten untangled and
now glaring at the bully as he rubbed his sore scalp.  He did not often
lose his cool, but Ron Danson had pushed him too far, and nobody threatened
his kid brother.
  "Oh yeah?  It'll take more than you and your three wimpy brothers to do
that," Ron responded, pushing him back.  Brett responded as only he could,
pushing the bully back despite his size and obvious advantage.  Ron
responded by pushing him harder and rougher, causing Brett to shove him
back with all his strength.  Grabbing one of the squeegees, Ron twisted the
younger boy around and bending him over, goosed him with the handle.
  "Hey, what is going on over there?" called Anthony Kurtz, one of the
teacher supervisors.
  Ron immediately let Brett go and stepped back.  "Com'on, let's get out of
this place," he said to his buddies, and the six of them made a hasty
retreat to his car as the teacher began walking toward them.  "Too bad we
got interrupted, girly boy.  I'd love to have shoved that handle up your
asshole."
  "Brett would have loved it even more," observed Danny Maartens with a
sneer, causing the others in the car to laugh as Ron gunned the motor, spun
his tires and peeled out of the lot.
  As they resumed their car washing, Brent fumed over Ron Danson, but as
his temper calmed down, he thought about what he'd witnessed.  Ron Danson
had flashed his stuff before all of them, but he'd noticed whenever he was
flaunting his crotch before a guy, he did so much longer.  He also noticed
that while he was goosing Brett, Ron's own dick was rapidly swelling.  Guys
evidently turned him on.  He had to be closet bi or closet gay.  The
sixteen-year-old boy filed the information away for the future.  As he bent
over to rinse out his wash rag, he spotted Eric Maartens similarly bent
over as he wiped down the car he was working on.  He could not help
observing that the fifteen-year-old boy had a nice butt and fantasizing
what he and the good- looking grade ten student might do.  Being nothing
like his older brother, Eric had to have been embarrassed by the incident
that had just occurred, and Brent felt sorry for him.
  Six p.m. was the time set for the big draw for the 1996 Volkswagen Golf
being donated by Karl A. Steinhauser, the owner of the used car lot.  The
man lived several houses down from the Brewsters, but they, like the rest
of the neighbours, seldom saw him.  He went off to work early in the
mornings before everyone else was even awake, and seldom returned home
before nine at night.  He was a bachelor and did not appear to have any
friends, and the general impression of the neighbourhood was that he hated
kids.  The few times they ever did see him in his yard, he quickly
disappeared in the house or around the back when any of the neighbourhood
children approached him, and any offers to mow his grass or shovel the snow
from his walks were abruptly turned down.
  So, it was a surprise to learn that he'd offered his lot for a high
school car wash, and to set up a lottery with one of his used cars as the
prize with the money to go toward the trip to Germany besides.  It was even
more of a surprise to learn he was going to be one of the adult chaperones
for the trip.
  "He's from Germany.  Maybe he's looking for a free plane ride to Germany
and back to visit his friends or his family," suggested Benny.
  "I don't think he got no friends," observed Bobby, having been one of the
boys abruptly turned down when he'd offered to shovel his sidewalks to make
some extra pocket money.
  "Besides, why would he want a free aeroplane ticket and at the same time
donate one of his cars?" asked Brent.  "He could use the money from selling
it to go to Germany and back a couple times."
  "Well, it was just an idea," observed Benny.  "I didn't say a great one.
He has to have some motive for volunteering to chaperone."
  "It really seems strange, him being such a recluse and all."
  "It's sure not because he likes kids."
  "I bet it's because he's one of those Nazi war criminals that's never
been caught and he's going back to retrieve some of the treasure the Nazi's
looted and hid," offered Bobby.  "I bet his middle initial stands for
Adolf."
  "He's only fifty.  Maybe sixty at the most.  He wouldn't even have been
born during the war, or he'd have been a baby."
  The boys' surmising was interrupted by a drum roll and the announcement
that Mister Steinhauser was going to draw the winning ticket.  A large
crowd of those who'd gotten their cars washed had gathered.
  "And the winner is . . . ," he announced, "Brent and Brett Brewster."
  The twins looked at each other in surprise.  "Us?" they asked together.
  "Mom came by to get the wagon washed," observed Brett.  "She must have
put our name on the ticket!"
  "No, it wasn't me," observed Brenda, walking up behind the boys, having
just arrived at the lot for the announcement.
  "Then how?"
  "I did it," observed Sherry Anders.
  "You?  But you didn't have a car to wash, or your parents, did they?"
asked Brent, knowing Sherry and her parents quite well as they were good
friends of the Hollis's and members of the Blackfalds Coven.  Being a
lesbian, a fact known only by the members of the coven, also provided a
bond between the two teenagers.
  "No, but Ron Dawson did."
  "Ron Dawson?"
  "He tore off out of here without filling in his ticket.  So I filled it
in for him."
  "With our names?"
  "Sure."
  The group of them laughed.  It was fitting.  The boys of course offered
to let Sherry have the car, but she refused.  The evening passed by quickly
with the boys taking their brothers for rides, and of course Sherry and her
girlfriend, with the offer that Sherry could borrow the car any time she
wanted.  Their win was the talk of the school the next day, and of course
Ron Danson was furious.  He tried to bully the twins into giving him the
keys and turning over the registration of the car to him in that it had
been his ticket, and when that didn't work he'd threatened to take legal
action.  Of course one of his followers, Dallas Sterns, quickly supported
him, his father being a judge and Dallas having good reason to dislike the
twins, but Brent and Brett were not worried.  They'd already had their
father check out that possibility and had been assured that Ron had no
grounds on which to claim the car.
  Ron knew that, having had his father already check that out also, and so
he resorted to his backup plan in case his bluff didn't work, saying that
only nerds would want a Volkswagen anyway, and that the Golf was an ugly
car and had no power, which was why Steinhauser had offered it in the
lottery.  Of course everyone knew that was just sour grapes, and even if
the car wasn't the sportiest in the world, it was as far as the boys who
knew cars were concerned, a great prize, easy to handle and great on gas,
which was important for a high school boy.
  The twins were not the only ones having pleasant surprises.  That Monday
Benny got back his biology exam with a ninety-three percent, which was
especially awesome considering sciences were not his strength, and his
English composition with an eighty-five.  When he joined the twins in the
high school student parking lot for a ride home, the first thing he did was
open his back pack to show them his papers.  Having been so excited about
the marks, he was surprised that he'd forgotten them in his locker.  Eager
to show his parents, he told the twins to go ahead while he went back for
them.  On the way back to his locker he walked past Mrs Hunt's room and he
stopped to talk to her for a while.  There was no particular reason but she
was a good teacher, and besides, Benny knew it never hurt to be on the good
side of a teacher, even if you weren't in his or her class at the moment.
Of course the fact the thirty-seven-year-old teacher was stacked and had a
reputation for low-cut blouses and short skirts that every freshman had to
check out had nothing to do with Benny's visit.  He liked boys, but he
wasn't ruling out girls so quickly.
  As he headed back out of the school, he had to walk past the Biology lab
and he stuck his head in to see if Mister Kurtz was there.  He wasn't, but
Benny spotted the ear of corn on the teacher's desk that they'd been
getting kernels from for the lab on seeds.  He could not resist picking up
the ear and placing it strategically in the pelvis of the plastic skeleton
hanging in the corner.  Mister Kurtz was a great teacher and although he'd
have to act upset, Benny knew he'd find the prank funny.  The silk from the
ear made it even look like the permanent resident of the biology lab had
hairs.  Leaving the lab, he paused at the gym to watch the boy's volleyball
team practising.  The sight and smell of the hot, sweating high school boys
racing about the gym, and the sight of their hairy pits as they reached up
to spike the volleyball got his imagination going and before he knew it
half an hour had passed.  He had by then a raging hardon and he decided
there was no point in wasting it.
  He was tempted to use the washrooms off the boy's gym change rooms, the
smell of the lockers being a turnon, but he decided he might be too easily
interrupted and decided on the washrooms by the cafeteria, that area
usually being deserted right after school.  As he stepped into the
washroom, he was surprised to find someone was there, one of the new
students he'd seen in the hallways.  He was even more surprised to see him
with a handful of white tablets in one hand and a Styrofoam cup of water in
the other.
  Wong Soeng-Zi was just as surprised as Benny.  Quickly wrapping his
fingers about the pills, he raised his hand to his mouth in the hope that
Benny had not seen how many he had.  Benny had, and with a leap forward, he
grabbed the smaller boy's wrist before he was able to pop the pills in his
mouth.
  "Stop!"
  "Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Zi asked, trying to pull his hand
away.  Although he had turned fifteen in August and Benny would not be
fifteen until November, Zi was much smaller than the American boy, standing
at four-foot-eleven and weighing ninety-five pounds.
  "What are you doing?" countered Benny.
  "Nothing."
  "Nothing?" asked Benny, glancing at the bottle of pills on the counter.
  "I ... I have a headache.  I was taking an Aspirin."
  Just because he was small did not mean Zi was weak, but being athletic
himself, and five inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, Benny did not
have that much difficulty pulling the boy's hand away from his mouth and
prying open his fingers.
  "Must be one hell of a headache to be taking all those pills."
  "Well, it is.  Besides, it is not any of your business."
  The boy tried to pull his hand away, but Benny kept his grip on his
wrist.
  In the ensuing struggle, the pills fell to the floor.  Benny quickly
released his hold on the boy's wrist and grabbed the bottle on the counter.
"These are sleeping pills."
  Zi paused.  "They are?  I thought they were Aspirin.  Your English
writing is very confusing."
  "Not that confusing."
  "How would you know?"
  "Com'on.  What's going on?"
  "Nothing.  I told you.  Just leave me alone," Zi responded as he grabbed
the bottle and shoved it in his pocket and tried to push his way past
Benny.
  "I think we'd better find a teacher or someone."
  "What for?"
  "You know what for."
  Zi knew that Benny knew what he was really doing.  That he'd been
stopped, and that what he'd been going to do his father and the entire
school was about to find out was the breaking point for the boy.  Tears
welled up in his eyes and he stood there limply like a rag doll as he tried
to will them to stop.  Benny was shocked and not knowing what else to do,
put his arm about the sobbing boy.  Placing his head on Benny's shoulder,
Zi could not hold back the flood now that it had started. They stood there
for a long time.
  "Let's go," Benny finally said as Zi's tears subsided and the boy stepped
back, his face flushed from crying and from his shame.
  "Please.  No teacher. Please."
  "I'm not making any promises," Benny replied slowly.
  "Please," the boy pleaded.  "Every thing is fine now.  Everything is
hunky dory."
  "Let's go find someplace to talk."  Zi simply wanted to escape, but
knowing Benny could insist they go see a teacher instead, he agreed.  The
elementary school being nearby, the two boys headed over to the playground
and sat down on the equipment.  "You better give me that bottle of pills,"
Benny said, holding out his hand.
  "I won't take them."
  "I think you'd better give them to me anyway."  Zi knew the bigger boy
could force him to relinquish the bottle.  He reluctantly turned them over.
"Have you taken any?"  Zi shook his head, and from the number missing in
the bottle Benny was pretty certain the boy was telling him the truth.
"So, why were you . . .  taking the pills?" Benny asked, finding it
difficult to say the word he was thinking.  "And don't shit me about
thinking they were Aspirin."
  Zi looked down at the ground for a long time.  Benny waited.  "I cannot
live like this," Zi whispered finally.
  "Like what?"
  "Being a failure."
  "What makes you think you're a failure?"
  "I don't think I am.  I know."  The boy snivelled and wiped his nose with
the back of his hand.  Reaching into his pocket he took out the crumped
sheet of paper.  It was his biology exam.  He had fifteen percent.
  "So you failed an exam.  Big deal.  I've failed plenty of exams."  That
wasn't exactly true.  Benny was not an honour student, and he generally put
as little effort as he had to into studying unless it was something that
really interested him, but he seldom failed an exam either.
  "Not just an exam," said Zi.  "Every exam.  And assignment."
  "Well, hey, it has to be difficult being new here, and learning a new
language and all."
  "It is not that new," responded Zi.  "We learn English in China."
  Benny had to admit that despite his accent he spoke English quite well.
"Well, it is difficult being new.  I know.  Me and my brothers were new
here once."
  "But you didn't come from another country."
  "Sure we did. Canada."
  "You are from Canada?"
  "Yeah."
  "We hear much about Canada in China.  It is a good country."
  "So I know what it is like being new.  Things will work out."
  "No. Things in America are too difficult.  Too different."  Benny looked
at the despondent boy as he came close to tears again.  "In China, I was at
the top of my class," Zi explained.  "I was always bringing home good
marks, and getting awards for my studies at school.  My name in our
classical philosophy is a wish for me to have great intelligence.  Here I
am . . .  what do you call it . . .  a ben.  A fool."
  "Hey.  I can help you."
  "I am taking extra classes.  English as a Second Language classes.  But
they are not telling me the words that I need to know, the words like, like
the ones I am expected to know on this, this exam," he sputtered, waving
the crumpled paper in the air as his voice cracked.  "My father was much
proud of me.  Now he is ashamed."
  "Hey, I can help explain the words you need to know."
  "But is it more," replied Zi.  "You do not understand.  Your life is so
different here.  I am not like American boys.  You are so . . .  wild no,
not wild . . .  so open.  So daring.  If I were to say or do some of the
things I see American boys doing my father would punish me with most
severity.  But that would not happen," he said with a sigh.  "I cannot be
like you.  Never," he said emphatically and bitterly.
  "Well, hey, I can help show you the ropes," offered Benny.
  "The ropes?" asked Zi in surprise.  "So.  You understand.  But I would
think it would be much calmer to use the sleeping pills than to hang
oneself."
  "No, not ropes," replied Benny.  "Not those ropes.  I mean I can show you
what to do and say and stuff, to fit in, you know?"
  "You see.  I am an idiot.  I thought you meant a rope, to end my
miserable life."
  "It's a natural mistake.  We have many slang sayings that I'm sure
everyone who comes to American gets confused over.  So what do you say?
Will you let me help?"
  "Why would you do this?"
  "To be a friend," Benny said with a shrug.
  "I have heard that you and your brothers are like that."
  "Yeah?  Cool."
  "If you can help me, I would repay you muchly, somehow."
  "That's not necessary."
  "I must."
  "So you were smart in China?"
  "Yes."
  "What did you do for fun?"
  "We do not spend much time on fun in China," Zi responded.  "Life is very
serious.  But in the evenings I practice my T'ai Chi Ch'uan, and I play
chess with my father."
  "You like chess?"
  "Yes.  Very much."
  "Well, first thing tomorrow we get you in the chess club."
  "It will not be too late?"
  "Hell no."
  "Swearing is one thing strictly not allowed in my home."
  "Oh.  Sorry."
  "It is all right.  I just say it is so because it is what I am trying to
say.  Things in America are much different."
  "But Chinese do have swear words?"
  "Of course."
  "And you know what they are?"
  "Yes.  I said they are not allowed in my home.  It does not mean I do not
on occasion say one, or that I do not know them, though I do not say them
as often as you do here in America."
  "Then that is how you can repay me," said Benny brightly as he put an arm
around his new friend.  "I will teach you how to be an American boy, and
you will teach me Chinese swears."
  Zi looked at Benny and he slowly smiled.  "Deal," he said, extending his
hand to legitimize their bargain with a handshake.
  When he got home, Benny found Bobby rebounding off the walls.  "I'm
going, I'm going, I'm going," he shouted, grabbing Benny and dancing him
about the room in an impromptu German polka.  Letting go of him in mid
spin, he grabbed his father and spun him around.  "Oh I'm so glad you're
third vice president of Wecare Pet Supplies!  You're the greatest bestest
most wonderful father there is and you have a fu-, fu-, fu-, futastic job!"
  "What's going on?" asked Benny as Bobby spun off into the kitchen to ask
his mother if they could have sauerkraut for supper the next day.
  "Two of your teachers were at the Wecare Pet Supplies Outlet at the mall
after school," Barry explained.
  "Two of my teachers?"
  "A husband and wife team.  Mister and Mrs De Cazale.  Sort of a strange
couple actually."
  "Oh yeah, very strange," Benny observed.  Barry raised an eyebrow.
"They're good teachers I hear," Benny continued.  "Just you hardly ever see
them smile, and they don't really walk, they just glide."  Barry nodded.
He'd observed the same about their movement.  "They got two sons, twins,
and they are sort of weird too.  The one is deaf, and they dress real
formal, you know, with vests and dress pants, always in browns and blues or
greys, nothing bright.  You never see them in jeans or nothing.  Anyway,
what's that got to do with Bobby acting so hyper?"
  "Well, I was at the store talking to the outlet manager, and they heard
him mention my name and they came over and introduced themselves, and said
they were going to be two of the teacher chaperones for the upcoming trip."
  "They are?" asked Benny.  That he hadn't known, and he doubted if any of
the other students on the trip did either.
  "Well, they were getting some dog food.  I understand they have a couple
Irish Wolf Hounds."  That did not come as a surprise to Benny.  Rumour had
been that Max, the deaf boy, had a wolf for a pet.  He could see how such a
rumour could start if they had a pair of Irish Wolf Hounds.  His father
being in the pet business, he knew what sort of breed that was.  "Anyway,
as we were talking, I mentioned how excited you boys were about the trip,
and how disappointed Bobby was.  Well, Mister De Cazale said he knew that
Wecare Pet Supplies was a major sponsor of the trip, and suggested maybe
the company should consider sponsoring someone to go on the trip as the
school mascot."
  "The Crestview Heights Cheetah?"
  "Right.  So I talked to Mister Farnsworth and he thought it was a great
promotional idea, and so I talked to your principal, and well, the
Crestview Heights Cheetah will be joining the band and travel club."
  "Someone call me?" asked Bobby, racing back into the living room.
Scrambling about the room on all fours, he zig-zagged in and out of their
legs and tugged on their pant legs with his teeth as he growled.
  "Bobby is joining us?"
  "Isn't it fu-, fu-, fu-, funderful?" asked Bobby leaping to his feet and
prancing about as if he had to take a leak.
  "Yeah.  Funderful," agreed Benny.
  "I'm going to be the best man-eating cheetah ever."
  "I think that's man-eating tiger," corrected his father.
  Benny observed to himself that in this case his father was wrong.  This
cheetah definitely enjoyed eating men, and eating boys.
  The following day after school Benny dropped by Zi's house for his first
"American" lesson, and the following evening he and Zi along with their
brothers attended the final fund raiser for the trip, an interschool
exhibition wrestling competition.  Of course anything involving hot sweaty
boys got the attention of the Brewster brothers, and the boys noticed that
Zi and his two brothers were just as interested.
  "You got wrestling in China?" asked Bobby.
  "Certainly," responded Jung, "but it is not as popular as wushu."
  "Wushu?"
  "Kung Fu."
  "Oh."
  "Though ping-pong and badminton are also very popular, and with younger
people basketball," observed Zi.
  "You are very good basketball players," observed Jan, the boys' oldest
brother, addressing the twins.
  "Thanks," they said together.
  "The most popular spectator sport is soccer," added Zi. "I have seen you
play soccer.  You are very good," he added, looking at Benny.
  "Thanks."
  "Wrestling is not that popular.  It is not say as popular as sumo
wrestling is in Japan," continued Zi.
  "I think it is gross being as heavy as sumo wrestlers," observed Brent.
  "I wonder if their dicks are as big in proportion as the rest of their
bodies?" mused Bobby predictably.
  "They're probably normal size."
  "They'd look tiny compared to the rest of their bodies then," giggled
Bobby, "like a baby's."
  "Or like yours," observed Benny with a grin.
  "Up yours."
  "Hey, I'd bend over for you anytime little brother."
  Seeing the surprised looks on the Wongs' faces and the three boys
glancing about nervously in embarrassment, the Brewster brothers decided to
cut their usual banter short.  The matches were about to begin anyway.  Of
course the boys pulled for the members of their school, except of course
Ron Danson, who they noticed was cheered on only by the pack of bullies
that he'd collected since joining the school, and a few others who cheered
just because he was a fellow student.
  The boys were especially interested when the new student,
fifteen-year-old Robbie Ambury, stepped forward for his competition.  Like
Benny had observed, he had a great body, muscular biceps, thighs and upper
torso, dark eyes and a shy smile that was particularly sexy.  As they
watched him grappling with his opponent, each of the Brewster brothers
imagined himself engaging in a match with the boy, with the typical
Brewster "if you lose, your ass is mine" bet, except in this case win or
lose the Brewsters would come out the winners.  Robbie's tank, a light grey
with a burgundy trim with matching wrestling trunks, began to develop a
sweat V in the front and to darken under his arms, and from where they were
sitting, the Brewster brothers could practically smell his sweat.  They
each imagined what it would be like to get him in a headlock and cup his
hot, sweaty balls.  The ache that had arisen in their pants was surpassed
only by the ache of not being able to reach down and do something about it.
The arousal of their new American friends did not go unnoticed by the
Wongs, and the tenting in Jung's trousers didn't go unnoticed by Bobby
either.
  As they took a break, the boys sought out the new boy and congratulated
him on his win, because they wanted to make the new student feel welcome of
course.  Getting close to his hot, sweaty body had nothing to do with it.
As if wanting to spoil any fun they had, Ron Danson showed up at that
precise moment with his followers.
  "What are you wimps doing here?" he asked.  "I wouldn't expect girly boys
like you to be watching a manly sport like wrestling."
  "It's probably because it's the closest thing they'll ever get to
anything manly," observed Danny Maartens vindictively as he recalled the
many humiliations he'd suffered at the hands of the boys.  Ron and the
others laughed.
  Ignoring the comments, the boys tried to just walk away, but Ron and his
followers were not going to let them off that easy.  "What do you say we
put on our own wrestling competition during the intermission?" he asked.
"Me against the two of you."
  "Even with one hand tied behind his back I bet he'd be able to beat you
wimps," added Danny.
  Ron was strong, and he knew about wrestling.  The twins were not so
foolish as to accept the challenge as tempting as it was.  Ron tossed his
head back, causing his hair to swirl about his head.  "You know the story
about Sampson?" he asked.  "Well, my hair's my strength."  From the
attention he gave his hair, the boys had no doubt that he really believed
that.  Nobody was denying Ron Danson had a gorgeous head of hair, or that
he looked after it.  "Tell you what," he continued, "if we wrestle and you
beat me, I'll cut my hair off.  If I beat you, then we shear off your
golden locks.  What do you say?"  That offer was even more tempting, but
Brent and Brett knew bullies like Ron did not make such daring bets unless
they were sure they were going to win.  "What's the matter, chicken?" he
asked when they did not respond.
  Knowing the power of that question and having used it themselves many
times, the twins were not about to fall for something that simple
themselves.  They glanced at each other uncomfortably, even Brett being at
a loss for words, which was atypical.  They were even more uncomfortable in
the presence of their new friends, being more embarrassed for them than for
themselves.  Wong Soeng-Jan, having turned sixteen in April, was the oldest
of the three brothers, and was the most uncomfortable of all the boys.  A
loving and kind boy as his name means, he was particularly sensitive and
caring, and wished there was something he could do or say in defence of the
twins, especially since of all the new boys he and his brothers had met,
the Brewster boys had been the most welcoming and genuine.  He was,
however, shy, and like his brothers, had been raised to avoid physical
confrontations.  Besides, there was little he was going to be able to do
against the likes of Ron Danson and his goons.
  "You looking to wrestle someone?" asked Robbie, looking up at the older
boy, who at five-foot-eleven-and-a-half towered five-and-a-half inches
above the fifteen-year-old wrestler.  He knew about bullies, and by then
Ron Danson, and he knew the loud mouth braggart was performing for his
friends and not really looking for a fight, least of all with someone like
him who though thirty pounds lighter and two years younger, could give him
a decent challenge.
  "Naw, you're all right," replied Ron, as Robbie had suspected he would.
"I got nothing against you."  He glanced at the twins and paused
purposefully, and then looked at his followers.  "Com'on, let's get out of
here," he said, having made his point.  "The smell of chicken shit is
getting bad around here."
  "He's a punk," observed Robbie, making sure he did so softly enough that
Ron did not hear him.  He wasn't afraid of the swaggering bully, but he
wasn't foolish enough to invite his wrath either.
  "Yeah," agreed Jan agreed, admiring the younger boy's courage at standing
up to the obnoxious bully.
  "Well, I better go shower," Robbie observed.
  "Congratulations on your win again," offered Benny, along with the
others.
  As the Brewster boys made their way back to their seats, they fumed
silently and thought of a dozen ways to get back at Ron Danson.  They also
thought of a fewer number of ways they could show Robbie Ambury their
thanks for his support.  With those thoughts, and not being the type to
brood or fret, they soon put the incident in the past as the second half of
the exhibition began.
  Late Thursday night the parents of the Crestview Heights students gave
their best wishes, hugs and kisses to their children as they prepared to
embark on their trip.  The Brewsters, veteran flyers, thought about their
previous flights, with expected results, but they made no effort to get to
know the pilots nor the flight attendants.  The twins had their boyfriends
on this trip, and Benny had Justin.  Bobby was too involved in chatting
with Jan.  Playing cymbals and xylophone, Jan had joined the others as a
member of the band, and with his brothers being occupied with their
friends, Bobby had taken it upon himself to make Jan feel part of their
group.  Besides, he hoped to find out a bit more about Jan's youngest
brother in the hopes that some day he might give him a special welcome.
  It was a long flight, but the students were all excited, and besides, Mrs
Hunt's grade ten audiovisual communications class had put together a
special video about German tourist sites, the history of Oktoberfest, and
German music for the students to watch during the flight.  What only two of
the boys in the communications class knew, there was a very special feature
to this video.  With their success with subliminal messaging at Boxing Day,
Benny and Justin had done a bit of editing of the video.  Each time there
was accordion music or an image of someone's fingers playing the buttons or
keys of an accordion, which was of course frequent, the subliminal message
"masturbate" flashed across the screen.  Whenever a brass instrument or
marching music was featured, which was just as frequent, the words
"erection" and "suck" flashed across the screen.  To the amusement of the
Brewster brothers and their closest friends who were let in on the prank,
it was not long into the video before everyone on the plane began to
fidget, students and chaperones alike, and the weaker began a lineup at the
two washrooms.  There was no question why, nor what they'd be fantasizing
about while they were performing that solitary pleasure.
  Early in the afternoon on the next day, the group was met at the Munich
airport by their tour guides and hosts dressed in their traditional
costumes and who ushered them onto their bus and off to their hotel in
downtown Munich.  After settling into their rooms and a quick rest, the
group was herded back onto their bus to take a tour of the city, including
the Neues Rathaus, the ornate city hall with its towering steeple, and the
Frauenkirche, the brick Church of Our Lady built in the fifteenth century.
Following their evening meal, consisting of a hearty bacon and potato soup,
a green salad, wiener schnitzel with pan-fried potatoes and green beans,
and for desert apple strudel, they turned in happy, content, and eager for
the next day's adventure.
  The next morning, Saturday the twenty-first, they lined up at
Sonnenstrabe for the Wiesn- Parade, an hour-long parade that marked the
festive beginning of the Oktoberfest, their hosts having explained that
when the holiday had been extended from one week to two, it had been added
to at the front end to take advantage of the warmer weather in September.
The Munich Kindl, the small child from the city of Munich who traditionally
lead the parade on horseback, was a blond, curly headed boy with deep blue
eyes dressed in traditional short leather pants and an alpine hat with a
single hawk feather that everyone fell in love with.  He was immediately
followed by the mayor of Munich and the governor of Bavaria wearing their
ribbons and medallions and riding in a festively decorated horse drawn
coach.  Behind them marched the Proprietor families in their traditional
costumes, elaborately decorated carriages, teams of oxen and horses pulling
the beer wagons and wagons carrying the waitresses and waiters of the
various Munich breweries, each in their own distinctive costume, and the
assorted Oktoberfest bands.  The Crestview Heights High School marching
band followed by a horse drawn float with the concert band proudly took
their place.
  Of course with the marching music, brass sections, and accordions, it did
not take long for the entire band and their chaperones to begin feeling the
effects of the subliminal messages of the previous day, something Benny and
Justin had not anticipated, having come up with the prank for something to
brighten up the long boring flight across the Atlantic, and having no idea
that the students and chaperones would still be affected by the messages
the following day.  By the end of the first two blocks, every girl in the
band was feeling an irresistible itch between her legs, and every boy was
sporting an erection, a condition very noticeable in the tight, sharply
pressed white slacks the boys wore.  At first they blushed with
embarrassment, their cheeks turning a bright cherry red, but as they saw
the appreciative looks they were getting from the people lining the
streets, young and old, male and female alike, they proudly thrust out
their hips and marched along, their teenage cocks throbbing in time to the
music as they were lead by a prancing, growling Cheetah.
  Following the parade, the mayor of the city officially tapped the first
barrel of beer in the Shottenhammel tent, one of the fourteen beer tents
set up in the Wiesn, officially starting the festival.  For the rest of the
afternoon, the students were given free reign to wander the Wiesn grounds
to visit the variety of crafts and refreshment booths, and to take in the
variety of rides, the more traditional being a couple elaborately carved
wooden carousels and an ancient Ferris wheel with brightly painted seats,
which were just as popular as the most modern and scariest roller coaster
rides.  The chaperones of course made a tour of some of the fourteen beer
tents.
  "Oh maaaannnnn, I'm stuffed," groaned Bobby as he flopped down later that
night on the bed he was sharing with his three brothers.
  "That's hardly a surprise, considering the number of pork sausages you
ate this afternoon and evening."
  "Hey, I can't help it if I like sausages," Bobby said with a gleam in his
eyes, and before he even began to reach over and grab Benny between the
legs his three brothers knew that was his intent.
  "So what is your excuse for the pig's knuckles?"
  "A guy's gotta try something new at least once," the twelve-year-old
replied as he stroked the growing mound in Benny's pants.
  "Once?  More like a couple dozen."
  "Well a guy's gotta be sure before he gives an opinion."
  "So have you reached an opinion on getting your butt fucked?" asked Benny
with a grin.
  "No," Bobby replied with an amused open-mouthed smile.
  "Myself, I've never eaten so much gingerbread in my life," groaned Brett.
  "Or fried chicken," added Brent.
  "It sure tastes different than KFC."
  "Everything tastes different over here."
  "Yeah.  Guess it's the atmosphere."
  "Wonder if this will taste different?" Bobby mused as he squeezed the now
rigid tube in Benny's pants.
  Before Benny could answer, there was a soft knock at the door.  Justin,
accompanied by Cam and Billy entered the room, as the boys had been
expecting.  They knew their chaperones, having fully experienced their
first day of Oktoberfest, would be sleeping a very sound sleep despite all
intentions of keeping an eye on their students.
  "That a pork sausage in your pants, or are you just glad to see me?"
joked Justin as he joined Benny.
  "It's all Bobby's doing," replied Benny, adding with a grin, "but I am
glad to see you."
  The twins felt the same way about Cam and Billy, and the four lovers
immediately embraced and kissed, causing all four to feel stirrings in
their pants.  They had long before this trip planned this very night, and
not one of them had any qualms about getting it on in front of the others.
Brent ran his fingers through Billy's gelled hair, Billy having recently
gone with the popular neo-spiked mullet, while Billy unbuttoned Brent's
shirt and caressed his smooth chest.  Both boys were wearing their nipple
rings.  Brett and Cam were meanwhile locked in another long, passionate
kiss as they squeezed and caressed each other's buttocks and pressed their
swelling members against each other.  Glancing at each other, and over at
Bobby, Benny and Justin nodded for the younger boy to join them, and Bobby
did not need a second invitation.
  Five minutes later, the boys' lovemaking was interrupted by another soft
knock on the door.  Glancing at each other, they quickly tucked their
shirts back in their pants and moved apart as Brett approached the door.
They had not expected any of their chaperones to even be up, never mind
checking if everyone was in their rooms.
  "Oh fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-, hi!" sputtered Bobby, recognizing the American
Crew aftershave the second Brett had opened the door and leaping to his
feet as if the bed had been wired and he'd just received an electric shock.
  "Ah, hi," responded Zac Williams, surprised and embarrassed by Bobby's
enthusiastic welcome, and to see the other boys in the Brewster's room.
  "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fucripesake it's great to see you," Bobby gushed,
grabbing the five-foot eleven, hundred and fifty-five pound grade twelve
student by the hand and pulling him into the room.
  "Well, I figured you being the only one here who isn't in high school,
you might like some company."
  "You fu-, fu-, fu- you bet I do!"
  "As you can see, Bobby's stuttering has gotten a lot worse," observed
Brett with a grin.
  "I do.  Take a long, deep breath, Bobby," advised his tutor.
  "I plan on it!" Bobby responded with a twinkle in his hazel eyes, causing
his three brothers to giggle.  They knew exactly what their kid brother
planned on having in his mouth when he did.
  There was still another knock at the door, and another grade twelve
student was admitted into the room, Wally Bingham, one of the first boys
the Brewster brothers discovered was gay and whom everyone at school knew
was a flaming queen.  Wally, feeling the effects of the subliminal messages
after a day of blaring brass bands, had previously had sex with Cam before
Cam and Brett had become lovers, and was hoping that despite their
relationship, which was becoming more and more widely known, as was Brent
and Billy's, he might find solace to the itch between his legs in a way
other than wanking himself off, something that Brett and Cam quickly
concluded, and to which they had no difficulty for this evening.
  Seventeen-year-olds Matt Collins and Harry Matsu and fifteen-year-old
Eric Maartens, all who had come together on Boxing Day watching Ashley
Whitford playing with herself, were the next to arrive, the three boys
figuring the Brewster hotel room the most likely place they could have a
party.  Two minutes later three of Benny's classmates, Beau Duke, who'd had
his first climax on Pride Day thanks to Benny's bet, Solomon Nejrue, the
black Sudanese student whose black ass and black sausage the Brewsters had
been anxious to sample the day he'd arrived at Clearview Heights, and Vito
Pocatello, the dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian American boy who played
soccer with Benny, arrived, having seen the others heading down the hall
and entering the Brewster bedroom.  They were followed a few minutes later
by seventeen-year-old Neil Jasperson, who'd had a wild time with the twins
on Veteran's Day and unaware of the crowd that had gathered at the Brewster
hotel room was hoping he might experience something similar again.
  The next half hour the boys spent talking about their first
day-and-a-half in Germany, the sites they'd seen and the rides and the
surprising crowds at the Wiesn, and of course the bands they'd heard.  They
joked about their chaperones going to have swollen heads the next morning,
and the fact that the only one they'd seen in the hall was Mister
Steinhauser, whom everyone found strange being a chaperone.  They were all
honest topics, but underneath it all was one common topic each and every
boy was aching to bring up, but too shy and self-conscious to do so, all
except one.
  "It's been a great day, but there is one problem," observed Billy.  "I
don't know if it's the party atmosphere or all the hot looking Germans, or
the beer I drank or what ."
  "You drank some beer?"
  "Sure," Billy said with a shrug.  "It's easy to get with all the crowds
and everything, and it is Oktoberfest."  The boys nodded their agreement
with his logic.  "Anyway, I'm feeling so fucking horny my balls are
aching."
  Fifteen voices quickly acknowledged they were feeling the same, and the
conversation quickly turned to sex, many of the boys commenting on the
low-cut blouses and short skirts of the German girls were wearing.
Actually, the traditional dirndl with its lace and puffy sleeves was
designed to show off a girl's bosoms, but not a young maiden's legs, and
the fact that many of the younger girls were sporting dresses that were
above the knees was causing an uproar among the traditionalists, male and
female this year.  The conversation turned to the German men and boys in
their tight leather shorts and how sexy some of them looked, a daring
comment despite the fact that every one of the boys in the room had at some
time had at least one gay experience.  Of course the conversation soon had
each and every one of the boys tented, something that they at first tried
to hide, but when it was obvious they were not alone, they openly revealed
their need in the hopes that something would happen to satisfy it.
  "Well, I don't know about everyone else," Benny finally announced, "but
I've had enough talking and need some hot action.  Who's for forming a
daisy chain?"
  "I've been wondering if that is a pork sausage you got stuffed in your
pants," observed Justin, causing the boys to laugh and to put everyone at
ease.
  "Was going to ask you the same thing," responded Benny as he reached for
his best buddy's fly.
  "I think Zac's smuggled in a bratwurst," observed Bobby, causing everyone
to laugh even louder.
  The twelve-year-old, who had been sitting beside the seventeen-year-old
grade twelve student on the floor, immediately reached over and pulled down
his fly.  Benny, who was sitting on one of the double beds, had by then
pulled down Justin's zipper and was slipping his fingers in the fly of his
jeans and of his underwear.  Finding the familiar limp tube of flesh, he
carefully but eagerly pulled it out and immediately bent over and took the
limp but already swelling organ in his mouth.  Justin leaned over and the
fourteen-year-old pulled down the fly of seventeen-year-old Harry Matsu
sitting beside him.  By that time Brent had Billy's pants down around his
ankles and was pulling down his boyfriend's black silk briefs which he'd
worn especially for that evening, revealing his semierect cock, and the
fact that he had his foreskin ring in, which Wally Bingham, who was sitting
beside Billy, found particularly interesting.  Neil Jasperson, sitting on
the other side of Brent, was just as curious about the sixteen-year-old
blond and eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled them and the boy's Calvin
Klein boxer briefs down, revealing that he too was wearing his foreskin
ring.
  That and his nipple rings, nose studs and earrings were the only way to
tell the difference between him and his twin brother, who at the moment had
pulled down Cam's pants and burgundy bikini briefs and was licking the Thai
boy's large fawn-coloured balls on the other twin bed.  Zac Williams had
meanwhile gotten his classmate Matt Collin's pants and underwear down and
was stroking the six-foot-four football player's rapidly growing dick.
Matt, in turn, had taken down fifteen-year-old Solomon Nejrue's pants and
underwear and was stroking the black student's uncut cock.  Solomon had
meanwhile turned his attention to Neil Jasperson, who was delightedly
licking Brent's balls.
  Wally had meanwhile taken Brett's entire cock in his mouth, which was
impressive even though Brett's cock was in its limp state.  Cam had by then
taken down Vito Pocatello's pants and underwear, and was licking the
sensitive inner side of the dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian's thigh.  The
fifteen-year-old soccer player had the right ball of Eric Maartens in his
mouth and was gently sucking on it, while the blond-haired fifteen-year-old
son of the mayor was eagerly sucking on the limp but almost erect tube of
Benny Brewster.  Benny had his best buddy Justin fully erect and was
teasing the underside of the sensitive knob of Harry Matsu with the tip of
his tongue.  The circle was complete with the seventeen-year-old grade
twelve student licking the huge, low- hung sack of Beau Duke who was
sucking on the stiff, slender cocklet of Bobby Brewster.
  So the sixteen students formed a daisy chain that stretched across the
two double beds, the two stuffed sofa chairs, and across and around the
floor in a large circle with the students kneeling, squatting or laying on
the floor, chairs or floor as they sucked and were sucked.  Sixteen boys,
fifteen of them with various densities of pubic hair and one totally
smooth, all of them with raging hardons ranging from Matt Collon's
seven-inch long and thick salami, the twin's slightly longer and more
slender sausages, and Zac William's still slightly longer and smooth banana
to Bobby Brewster's impressive but tiny in comparison four-and-a-half-inch
cocktail wiener.  Sixteen boys sprawled across the room in a circle weaving
over the beds and chairs, each boy with a throbbing cock or a ball in his
mouth, and each boy being sucked or licked himself.
  Matt Collins, who had come in the change booth with Harry Matsu and Eric
Maartens on Boxing day, and who'd had an unsatiable craving for David
Tateson's arm pits and had come in his trousers just before speaking on
Teacher Appreciation day, now eagerly sucked on the black cock of
fifteen-year-old Solomon Nejrue, the first black boy he'd ever sucked.  The
grade ten freshman at the same time greedily sucked on the throbbing cock
of Neil Jasperson while the grade twelve student licked Brent Brewster's
impressive pole and flicked his foreskin ring with his tongue.  Brent was
similarly toying with his boyfriend's foreskin ring with his tongue, and
Billy was deep throating Wally Bingham.  The grade twelve queen had sucked
plenty of dick ever since that Valentines Day when everyone went crazy and
he'd sucked off his junior high gym teacher, and he now applied his oral
skills to Brett Brewster's seven-and-a-quarter inch bone while Brett
applied his own skills to his boyfriend's tawny coloured cock as he'd done
hundreds of times in the past.
  The sexy dark-eyed Thai student squirmed with pleasure as he bobbed his
head up and down, slipping his thick, sensuous lips up and down the shaft
of fifteen-year-old Vito Pocatello, and the dark-haired soccer player just
as hungrily bobbed his head up and down the shaft of Eric Maartens.  The
blond-haired blue-eyed Dutch-American resolved that he would find some way
to repay the Brewsters for making this night possible as he sucked on
fourteen-year-old Benny Brewster's throbbing cock.  Benny, enjoying being
blown by the handsome young son of the mayor whom he'd sometimes fantasized
about during his solitary jerk sessions, deep-throated his best buddy while
Justin twirled his tongue around Harry Matsu's oriental member.  Harry
sucked on the swollen knob of Beau Duke's impressive six-and-a-half inch
cock, the big-boned fourteen- year-old farm boy having a cock to match the
size of his large hands.  Beau, a month away from his fifteenth birthday,
owed the Brewsters for introducing him to cock fun, having had his first
climax on Gay Pride Day thanks to a bet Benny had made over a soccer game.
At the moment he was repaying Bobby as he sucked on the twelve-year-old's
throbbing cocklet.  The cock-hungry preteen, only eleven days away from his
thirteenth birthday, eagerly attacked the long slender cock of his speech
tutor, delighting in the scent of his hairy, sweating balls as much as he
delighted in the senior student's American Crew aftershave.  Sucking on the
throbbing cock of his classmate and Crestview Heights star football player,
Matt Collins, Zac completed the circle.
  Sixteen hot, horny boys, from almost thirteen to almost eighteen years of
age, sucked cock and had their cocks being sucked.  Sixteen hot, horny boys
inhaled and exhaled deeply through their noses as they felt the familiar
pressure and pleasure welling up in their loins, the desire becoming
stronger and stronger and the need to shoot becoming more and more
desperate.  They grunted and panted and snorted as they sucked on the
throbbing cocks in their mouths and squirmed with the pleasure of having a
hot, moist mouth engulfing their own cocks and sucking on them.
  With sixteen hot, horny boys all approaching their climaxes, it would be
impossible to say who came first, and likely several in the circle came at
the same time.  With muffled mumbles of warning that they were coming, one
after another gasped and grunted and trembled as he felt his cum gushing up
the core of his cock and spurting out of the tip, only to be warned seconds
later that the cock they had in their own mouth was about to gusher.  Those
more experienced and who delighted in drinking cum eased their mouths up
the throbbing flesh fountains and allowed their mouths to be filled with
the creamy boy juices, or eased their mouths down the shafts so the hot
streams shot directly down their throats.  Those who delighted in bringing
another boy off or who simply delighted in that unique pleasure of orgasm
only a boy can know slipped their mouths off at the last moment and brought
their partner off with a final one or two strokes, resulting in streamers
of cum spurting in their faces or across their chests or being aimed at the
carpet or the bedsheets or the arm of the sofa chairs.
  Sixteen hot and horny boys trembled and gasped with their orgasms,
fifteen of them wet and one dry.  Sixteen hot and horny boys felt the room
spin as they stared light-headedly and weak-loined at the cock they had
just sucked off and felt their own swollen member throb now numbly between
their legs.  The room was filled with the locker room aroma of hot,
sweating boys, and with the nutty odour of freshly shot cum.  Sticky faced
and with the taste of cock in their mouths, they sprawled out where they
lay and enjoyed the flush that follows a violent orgasm as one by one their
masts softened and began to droop.  They licked their lips and thought
about the pleasure they'd just experienced, and the pleasure they'd just
brought another of their own sex.  Gay boys and straight boys seeking
satisfaction of that basic need all boys have, the pleasure was the same.
  Sixteen hot and horny boys, healthy and red-blooded, soon found that
desire once again welling up deep inside their loins.  They were young and
filled with energy and with lust.  One by one they turned to the boy who
had sucked them and began to fondle and jiggle the boy's cock.  One by one
they bowed their heads and inhaled the fragrance of a cock having spent
once, and one by one they extended their tongues and ran them over the
soft, limp tubes and the wrinkled sacks below them.  One by one they
reversed the direction of the circle and began to blow the boy who had
blown him.
  Seventeen-year-old Zac now sucked on the tiny four-and-a-half inch
dicklet of twelve- year-old Bobby Brewster, recalling the delight the boy
took in riding his own seven-inch long member.  Bobby eagerly slipped his
lips over Beau Duke's still limp but growing cock, and Beau slipped his
thick lips over Harry Matsu's growing organ.  The seventeen-year-old grade
twelve student did not hesitate to suck on the low-hung balls of
fourteen-year-old Justin who had only minutes earlier sucked him off, and
Justin just as eagerly sucked on the balls of his best buddy.  Benny
squirmed with pleasure as he felt Justin's mouth envelop his nut sack, and
he held up Eric Maarten's delightful fleshy tube and twirled his tongue
around the knob as if licking a soft ice cream cone.
  The fifteen-year-old in turn began to suck on his classmate's now solid
member, and Vito just as happily slipped his lips over Cam Souyong's tawny
member.  Cam ran the tip of his tongue up and down the shaft of his
boyfriend and teased the knob by running the tip of his tongue up along the
groove along the underside of the knob.  He knew from many hours of loving
how to please his beloved, and he took delight in bringing him pleasure.
Brett inhaled and exhaled deeply as he felt his lover teasing his cock with
his tongue, and he closed his eyes in delight, not just delight because of
the physical stimulation of his cock, but delight in being so deeply in
love with the boy pleasing him.
  As he slipped his lips over the knob of the now stiff cock of the boy who
had sucked him off, he felt no guilt about pleasing another boy while being
sucked off by his lover.  What he and Cam had was love.  What he and Wally
were doing was sex.  Just because two boys loved each other, it did not
mean they could not please others and be pleased by others sexually.
Perhaps in time that would change, but for now they were young, and each
had allowed the other the freedom of enjoying and exploring his sexuality.
And so it was that Billy similarly felt no qualms about being blown by
Wally as he himself pleased his boyfriend.  Like Brett and Cam, he and
Brent had a special relationship, one that was also based on a deep love
but also different with that love being in the context of their common
pagan faith.  Brent and Brett were twins and had many similar interests and
even thoughts, but they were individuals, and just as they had different
pursuits, so was the love they shared with their boyfriends different.
  And so as he was sucked off by his boyfriend, Brent just as eagerly and
with just as much pleasure, though a different type, slipped his lips up
and down the shaft of Neil Jasperson.  Recalling the sex they'd had
together on Veteran's Day, Neil concentrated on the pleasure Brent was
providing him, knowing that it was pure, unadulterated sex, and not love
that had united the two of them, and that was all right.  It was the same
lust that was responsible for him sucking on the hot, throbbing black cock
of the freshman student who had not that long ago been sucking his cock,
and it was lust that was causing Solomon to slip his thick, black lips
about Matt Collin's throbbing bone.  It was the same lust the football
player was feeling as he worked his lips up and down the thick shaft of his
classmate.  As for Zac Williams, it was with lust also but with care and
concern besides that he engulfed the cocklet of the twelve-year-old boy
laying beside him.  There was five years between the two of them, and he
was a senior in his graduating year and Bobby a sophomore in Junior High,
but there was a bond of companionship between the two that few knew
anymore.
  Once again sixteen boys felt the familiar but still awesome built up of
pressure deep in their loins, and once again they squirmed and gasped with
the pleasure of getting sucked off and of sucking another boy off.  Once
again the desire for and the pleasure of ejaculation united the sixteen
boys, the sucker and the suckee, and once again sixteen cocks throbbed and
jerked with that final pleasure of climax.  Once again fifteen boys shot
their cum and the sixteenth cried out in a high soprano with his dry
climax, and once again the room was filled with the scent of sex.
  The night was late but the boys were young, and as they lay there in that
blissful stupor of post climax, they inhaled and exhaled deeply, enjoying
the delight of being boys, and the delight of having pure, simple sex for
the sake of the pleasure it brought.  They reached out and caressed each
other and fondled each other's most private organ, delighting in the
openness and freedom of being boys.  Fingers slipped along ass cracks and
sought out and fiddled with nipple rings and foreskin rings.  Lips met and
cock-scented breaths blew gently in each other's faces.  Fingers, noses and
mouths found arm pits and assholes and hardening nipples.  Boys twisted
around and found new partners, and they licked their lips as they formed
pairs and threesomes and foursomes, rearranging themselves as they sought
pleasure for a third time.  The night was late but they were young, and
there was still a long time before morning. . . .
  Despite the fact most of them had gotten to bed only shortly before the
sun had risen, the sixteen boys rose with the others Sunday morning and
lined up to watch the Folklore Parade, a lengthy parade of over nine
thousand participants featuring traditional costume clubs, each in their
colourful and unique dress, folk music and folk dance groups, sports clubs
in their uniforms, mountain marksmen, fan twirlers and brass marching bands
which, everyone noticed with amusement, caused their chaperones to wince
and hold their heads except for Mister Steinhauser who either had not
joined in the festivities or was used to consuming the amber nectar that
flowed everywhere they went.  Of course there were more brewery teams, and
thoroughbreds pulling beautifully decorated carriages carrying the many
dignitaries.  The Brewster boys along with many of the other American boys
could not keep their peckers down as they admired one handsomely dressed
Bavarian boy after another in the procession despite their sexfest the
night before, and it had nothing to do with the subliminal messages which
by then had worn off.
  That afternoon the Crestview Heights band performed along with other
guest bands at the Wiesn while the tour club visited the Bavarian National
Museum.  That evening the chaperones were much more vigilant, not that the
boys who'd partied the night before minded.  Many of them had worked out
their needs Saturday night, and those whose appetites had only been
whetted, were content to pursue their bedtime activities in their own
rooms.  Billy, Cam, Justin and Zac were exceptions.  The first three boys
had arranged ahead of time to share a room along with William Truch because
he was a close friend and they knew he wouldn't squeal when they made their
overnight visits.  After the previous night, William and Zac switched rooms
so Zac could join them, which worked better for William since Zac's
roommates had similar plans of visiting some of the girls on the trip, and
one of those girls on the trip was William's present crush.  They almost
thought their plan to share beds that second night was going to be thwarted
when Mister Steinhauser caught Billy and Cam in the hallway, but to their
surprise he had no objection when they explained they wanted to swap with
Benny and Bobby for the night so they could talk with Brent and Brett.
  And so the two pairs of lovers snuggled, each in a separate bed, each boy
so lost in love with the other that the other pair was nonexistent.  The
pagan lovers, Brent and Billy, with their piercings and amulets, lay
entwined in one bed, caressing and stroking each other as they pressed
their naked bodies together and kissed each other tenderly and lovingly.
Brent ran his fingers through Billy's spiky neo-modern mullet, forever
delighting in his lover's daring and individuality, forever striving to
emulate him out of his love for him.  Billy kissed his long-haired, blond
beloved, delighting in the softness of his lips and the sweetness of his
breath, slipping his lips over his smooth, satiny cheeks, kissing his nose
and his eyelids.  He would shave himself bald, he would toss away his
leathers and avant guard clothes for a suit and tie should his beloved only
ask.  The young pagan figure skater would do anything to please the boy
that brought him more pleasure than anyone else in this world ever had.
  In the bed beside the two lovers another two kissed and caressed, their
arms and legs entwining about each other, the one a lithe, tanned,
blue-eyed youth with long blond hair extending down past his shoulders, the
other a tawny-skinned Thai boy with pure black hair and almond eyes.
Brett's slender fingers contrasted with the skin of his beloved as he
caressed the boy's breasts and ran them over the boy's teats, caressing
them carefully and gently until they were hard with arousal.  He pressed
his body against his beloved and reached down to raise both of their cocks
so they were pinned between their bodies, his partially swollen pink member
laying side by side with Cam's amber rod.  He delighted in the feel of his
beloved's cock pressing against his, and of his cock pressing against his
beloved's flat stomach.  Cam caressed his lover's buttocks, running his
long, slender fingers over the firm, warm butt, his fingers contrasting
with the boy's pale skin.  He brushed his lover's long, blond hair from his
eyes and cocked his head and kissed him, delighting in the softness of his
lips and the freshness of his breath.  He inhaled Brett's breath, filling
his lungs with his lover's life, and he ached with a love that was the
subject of poets.
  In a room down the hall another two pairs of boys lay naked in adjoining
beds.  Benny and Justin, fourteen and full of life, lay on their sides
facing each other, each boy with his fingers wrapped about the stiff cock
of the other.  Best buddies, they slowly stroked each other's member,
delighting in the pleasure of having a hot, hard, throbbing cock, and the
pleasure of holding one.  They loved one another, as buddies love, not as
lovers.  They delighted in sex for the sake of sex, and they approached
each experience as if newly discovered.
  At their young age each act of sex was a discovery.  Two hot, horny
teenage boys, embarking on their first year of high school, they delighted
in being boys and in the pleasure of boy sex.
  Beside them, two very different boys united in a very different bond of
loving, and yet held in common with the other pair their delight of being
male and their desire to please the other as much as the other was
providing pleasure.  Bobby tenderly stroked the rapidly swelling member of
his high school tutor, always fascinated by the transformation of that
organ from a limp piss tube to a solid, throbbing wand of lust and desire.
Bobby loved the feel of cock, soft and silky and rigid and powerful.  The
twelve-year-old loved the smell of cock, the smell of being a boy, the
smell of sex.  He loved the taste of cock, and the appearance of cock.  If
a cock had been capable of making a noise, he would have loved the sound of
cock.  Bobby loved cock, and the bigger the cock the more he loved it.
  Zac gently squeezed the hard, slender cocklet of the twelve-year-old boy,
and he smiled as the boy squirmed with the pleasure of having his cocklet
handled.  He had long ago overcome his feelings of guilt and sense of
perverseness engaging in sex with a preteen boy.  Five years younger than
he was, the tousle-haired cherub had taught him the joy of sex that knew no
boundaries, boundaries of age and of gender and morality that others
established and which restricted the pursuit of pleasure and the expression
of loving and care.  The boy had taught him that sex for the sake of sex
alone can be powerful and enjoyable and acceptable.  Delighting in the
pleasures of the cock was universal and should know no limitations of age
or of age differences.  It was perverse to limit that pleasure to couples
of opposite genders, or to a single act because someone somewhere decided
that act and only that act would be an acceptable expression of sexual
satisfaction.
  Laying on his back and rasing and spreading his legs, Justin smiled up at
his best buddy as Benny knelt before the portal being offered.  The two
buddies had done this hundreds of times, but each time they assumed the
position it was the first time all over again.  The anticipation, the
desire, the excitement and the anxiety, it all returned just as powerful
and as delicious as that first time.  Time had made the act of union
smoother, each boy from experience now knowing how to read the actions of
the other and whether they had to snuggle down lower or shuffle closer, but
the emotional rush would never lessen, and could never be higher.  The
delight of feeling hot, moist flesh enveloping your stiff, aching cock, the
delight of feeling a hard, thick dick penetrating your anal depths, and
especially the delight of uniting in this perverse and ultimate expression
of friendship could never be dulled by repetition.
  As Benny began to slowly ease his cock in and out of Justin's ass, his
kid brother was slowly riding cock in the next bed.  Of all the acts he'd
engaged in, twelve-year-old Bobby delighted most in sitting on a long,
thick cock and riding it.  Feeling it penetrating his body as he sat down,
and feeling it easing out of his hole as he flexed his leg muscles and
raised his body, he delighted in the control he had over the act as much as
he delighted in the physical stimulation of his sphincter.  Just like many
boys delighted in sucking cock, Bobby enjoyed engaging in an act he
described as "sucking cock with my ass."  He sighed with pleasure as he
slid down on Zac's stiff pole, and inhaled with delight as he constricted
his sphincter muscle and eased his body back up the thick shaft until he
felt Zac's knob begin to stretch open his asshole.  Zac inhaled and exhaled
slowly as he concentrated on the pleasure of having his thick, seven-inch
prong being ridden.  Bobby rose up and down on his cock slowly, making the
pleasure last, and Zac tried as best he could to hold back.
  Brett and Cam had lain down in opposite directions and each was teasing
the other's cock with his tongue.  Each quivered with delight as he felt
his lover's tongue run up his shaft and twirl around his knob, and each
savoured and swallowed his dick-flavoured saliva as he ran his tongue over
the blood-engorged knob of his lover.  They continued to tease each other's
cock until they each began to leak pre-cum, and they flicked up the clear
nectar and savoured it.  In the bed beside them Brent had assumed the
position Justin had and Billy the position Benny had taken.  The blond
sixteen-year-old pushed out with his abdominal muscles as he felt his lover
push forward, and he quivered as he felt his lover's cock enter his body.
There was no greater pleasure for the slender, long-haired blond than being
penetrated by another boy, and that pleasure was all the greater when that
boy was his lover.  He worked his anal sphincter in time with Billy's
forward thrusts and his withdrawals, and he delighted as he felt his
lover's cockhead brush back and forth against his sphincter.
  Justin and Bobby were feeling the same pleasure, and they like Brent
ached with the need to shoot off as that perverse caress of their prostates
sent ripples of stimulation through their rectums and up their stiff,
wagging cocks.  Their partners knew the pleasure they were bringing, and
each closed his eyes as that throbbing, painful pleasure encircling their
dickheads caused them to ache and groan with desire.  As each of the boys
felt himself approaching his climax, he looked forward to that magic
explosion with eagerness, but at the same time tried to will away the
inevitable in the hopes of prolonging the pleasure.
  Brett and Cam worked their lips up and down each other's shaft, the
pleasure of sucking cock equalling the pleasure of being sucked, and that
pleasure doubled by the fact each was engaging in the act with the boy he
loved more than he loved anyone else in the world.  This was more than an
act of lust and a process of satisfying the desire that had welled up
between their legs.  This was an act of love, the expression of their deep
commitment to each other, of their desire to bring the other that unique
and most precious pleasure of all.  As that pressure built up in their
loins they knew they were causing the same build-up in the other, and as
each felt his balls tighten and begin to rise, he knew the same was happing
to the other.  Closer and closer they came to that ultimate point, and the
closer they came the faster they worked their lips and the harder they
sucked.
  Inhaling sharply and holding his breath, each boy scrunched up his face
and tensed with the sweet death.  Zac, Benny and Billy groaned as their cum
rose up the core of their cocks and spurted out into the assholes gripping
tightly on their cocks.  Spurt after spurt shot up the rectum of the boy
whose ass they'd plugged.  The three boys, Bobby, Justin and Brent, groaned
as they felt the cocks up their assholes throbbing and their rectums being
filled with hot boy juice, and the three trembled as they reached their own
climaxes, Justin and Brent spraying their naked chests with their boy juice
and Bobby trembling with his just as powerful but dry orgasm.  Brett and
Cam similarly trembled with pleasure as each boy shot his cum into his
lover's mouth, and as each savoured and swallowed the creamy load of his
lover.  Life could not be any better.
  Monday the band and the travel club toured the huge, rambling Nymphenburg
Castle, the former summer residence of the rulers of Bavaria.  The Chinese
Varnished Chamber in the south wing was particularly interesting to Jan, as
the kitchen of the Amalienburg, an attached hunting lodge, with its
brightly coloured Dutch tiles was to Eric Maartens.  The rear wall of the
kitchen with a toilet chair concealed behind its folding doors brought a
number of snickers, and the famous "Gallery of Beauties" of Ludwig l
generated a number of snickers and whispered comments regarding the
thirty-six portraits of beautiful women.  The bedroom in the Electress
apartment left the twins and their boyfriends wondering what it would be
like to make love on a bed with silver embroidered green silk sheets and a
Baroque panelled ceiling with Renaissance paintings from the sixteen
hundreds.  Bobby's musing on what a guy did when he was all dressed up in
his armour and had to take a leak and Benny's musing on how much fun it
would be to be a dungeon master and perform a bit of s and m on his
favourite prisoners amused their friends and shocked Jan who had teamed up
with the boys on the tour.  The boys were all fascinated by the ceremonial
carriages and saddlery, especial Beau Duke considering his farming
background.
  Their lunch, freshly baked bread, several thick slabs of cheese, a chunk
of garlic sausage and a giant-sized gingerbread cookie along with an apple
and juice box packed by the hotel, was eaten in the landscaped park
surrounding the castle.  After lunch they toured the Alte Pinakothek, a
well-known Munich art museum with paintings by many of the old masters.
Again the Brewster boys' comments on the nude paintings by the Renaissance
masters and the many naked statues amused their close friends, and even
though he was clearly still shocked that they would be so daring, the boys
noticed the occasional smile cross Jan's lips.  The boys also noticed that
Mister Steinhauser and the De Cazale family had not joined them for the
day, causing the curious and imaginative Brewsters to come up with several
theories.  That night they once again made the bed switch to resume their
previous night activities.
  Tuesday was the first Family day at the grounds, which meant reduced
prices and ticket fares for the rides.  Of course they took advantage of
the cost savings and spent the entire day on the grounds, there being so
many craft and exhibit booths and so many rides that they had not even
begun to experience everything.  Of course it meant more crowds and longer
lines, but the Brewsters found the time went by quickly spending it with
their boyfriends and best pals, not to mention checking out all the hot
looking German boys.  Of course the beer flowed freely and there was plenty
of soda pop, and Bobby and many of the other boys had plenty of opportunity
to hang around the washrooms and check out the assortment of dicks of all
sizes, colours and ages.  As for their chaperones, with fourteen beer
tents, they found plenty to occupy their time until the rides and tents
shut down at eleven that night.  One thing the boys did notice was that
they had seemed to run into Mister Steinhauser an awful lot that day.
Exhausted by the day's activities despite the high calorie intake from the
rich German deserts and chocolate treats they'd been snacking on all day,
the Crestview Heights group gave their night time adventures a pass and
slept well that night.
  The next day their tour guides took the group on a tour of the
surrounding country side, stopping of course at the obligatory shopping
sites.  The boys particularly enjoyed the short ride on the Black Forest
railroad, and found the Black forest mushroom exhibit and learning show as
interesting as it was unusual.  Of course Bobby could not resist commenting
on just who assorted mushrooms reminded him of, causing his brothers and
their friends to crack up.  Equally fascinating were the waterfalls near
Triberg, the highest waterfalls in Germany cascading down a
hundred-and-sixty-three metres over seven steps of slopes, the hand-carved
cuckoo clocks of Triberg, and the world's largest cuckoo clock in Schonach.
The glassblowing demonstration at Wolfach resulted in a number of snickers
and comments about blow jobs among the boys, and silent musings by some
what it might be like to be blown by one of the young craftsmen, and
following the demonstration many of the students and chaperones purchased
mementos for friends and family back home.  Late that afternoon after
visiting the medieval castle ruin, they were left to wander the many trails
in the forest surrounding the Black Forest castle hotel in Hornberg.
  As the students disappeared into the forest or around bends in the
meandering creek, many, including the twins, reached out to take a lover's
hand or to put an arm around a beloved as they strolled along the paths and
simply enjoyed the fresh air and the beauty of the forest.  Bobby found
himself in the company of Beau Duke and Eric Maartens and the three
discussed the sites they'd seen, the beauty and solitude of living in the
country, Beau's life on the farm, and the wild orgy they'd engaged in on
Monday.  Walking along the paths aimlessly, they found it easy to talk to
each other.  The wholesome honesty and down-to-earth attitude of the large
boned country boy, the cheerful, outgoing personality of the mayor's second
oldest son, who was the direct opposite of his arrogant and snooty older
brother, and the wide-eyed enthusiasm and brashness of the fourth oldest
Brewster made for compatible companions.
  As they began to head back to the appointed rendezvous point, they heard
voices coming from behind a dense growth of old oak to their right, not
just talking but some sort of low chant.  Curious, they slipped through the
underbrush to check it out.  There in a small clearing stood the De Cazale
family, standing in a circle before something laying on the ground.  They
were chanting what sounded like a solemn hymn, and even more important to
the three boys, the four of them were stark naked, mother and father and
both sons.  The three observers could not help notice that the two boys and
their father were especially well hung.  Mister De Cazale raised a bottle
of drinking water and said something in a low voice, reminding Bobby of the
Catholic mass where Father O'Rilley blessed the Eucharist, not that he ever
paid that much attention, his focus being on the choir boy in front of him
and the boy behind him as he wiggled his buttocks against the one and his
crotch against the buttocks of the other.
  Unable to make out much of what was being said, other than the occasional
reference to the Earth Mother, and to the Lord, and to invoking someone or
something, the three boys carefully and silently crawled closer through the
thick undergrowth, their hearts beating madly with excitement and fear.  It
was clear the family was performing some sort of ritual.  As he sprinkled
the water from the bottle over the object on the ground, they heard Mister
De Cazale say, "we walk the Elder ways.  Ancestors, accept our sacrifice.
A shinseara, glac an h-iobairt seo muid."
  With the word "sacrifice" the three boys stared intently at the object on
the ground.  They could still not make out what it was, but it was clearly
large, at least the size of a large dog or a small child, and the more they
thought about it, the more it looked like a bleeding, mangled carcass of
either one.  They were so entranced they did not hear what else was being
said as the family picked up leaves from the forest floor and began to
cover the object.
  They glanced at each other as the De Cazales began another low, monotone
chant and began to walk in a counterclockwise circle about the object.
They heard something about pulling back their roots and branches and
becoming human again, causing the boys' hearts to race even faster.
  What did Mister De Cazale mean about becoming human again?  And what was
that object on the ground?  Was it a sacrifice?  If it was, was it an
animal, or was it a child?  Were the De Cazales some sort of Satanists?
From their secretive behaviour, dark dress, and everything else about them,
that made sense.  Maybe they weren't even human.  As Bobby concentrated on
one of the twins, the one who talked strange and was deaf, he saw what
appeared to be a trickle of blood from his mouth, and his lips seemed very
red, too red to be natural.  A shiver ran down the twelve-year-old's back.
Vampires?
  "And now we end what we began," said Mister De Cazale, interrupting the
thoughts of the three boys.  "Let the fire be flame, let the well be water;
let all be as it was before.  Anois biodh na nGeatai idir na saolta a
druidte!"
  As the family began to dress, the three boys wiggled back out of the
undergrowth, and headed back to the parking lot as fast as their legs would
carry them.  Arriving back at the parking lot, they sought out Bobby's
brothers, but they were nowhere to be found, and when they finally did
return, everyone was ushered back onto the bus to go to the Black Forest
Castle Hotel, leaving them no opportunity to discuss what they had seen
with anyone.
  Arriving at the castle hotel, an impressive, towering medieval castle
originally built in 1120 on a high rock above the town of Hornberg and
converted over a hundred years ago from a manorial castle into a holiday
hotel, the students were assigned rooms and after dropping off their
overnight bags, they regrouped in the large hotel lobby.  Greeting them as
foreign visitors from afar, a young man in his early twenties dressed in
the tights and jerkin of the medieval days lead them to the lower level of
the hotel and through a secret door to a rock grotto where they were to be
treated to a medieval feast.  After being greeted by the king and queen in
their royal robes, they sat down before rough-hewn wooden tables where they
were waited on by lusty wenches and serving boys in typical medieval
costume.
  Serving the students soda and the chaperones beer, they began with coarse
brown bread with garlic butter, followed by a radish salad with herbs, salt
and garlic and a simple but flavourful barley soup served in large clay
bowls.  The main course was a choice of roasted pig or squab along with
wedges of potato fried and sprinkled with chives and raw carrots, all of
which they ate with their fingers as in medieval times, much to their
amusement.  The meal ended with tarts made of apple and pear.  There
followed an evening of entertainment with jugglers, minstrels, and a story
teller that told of the history of the castle and the area.  Throughout it
all, they were served drinks, pop for the students and beer for their
chaperones, and pretzels to munch on.  The serving girls flirted with the
boys and the serving boys chatted up the girls, as was their role, with the
Brewster boys and their close friends chatting up and checking out the
serving boys.
  Retiring to their rooms, which had been renovated only nine years ago,
the modern bedrooms with colour satellite TVs, telephones, padded sofa
chairs, and modern baths and toilets brought them all back to the present
and to reality.  The reality for the Brewster twins, who were of course
assigned one of the bedrooms together with their brothers, was that they
had made arrangements to meet up with one of the German serving boys who
had noticed their attention and had returned it, a handsome, blue-eyed
sixteen-year-old with thick, curly auburn hair whose parents worked at the
hotel and who had agreed to come to their room.  Cam and Billy had
meanwhile befriended another of the serving boys, a tall, blond
seventeen-year-old, and had slipped off into the forest below the castle
with him.  Benny and Bobby, having vacated their bedroom for their older
brothers' tryst, had slipped outside to enjoy the early fall evening and to
seek out some privacy where Bobby could discuss what he'd seen in the
forest that afternoon.  Bumping into the thirteen-year-old son of the hotel
manager, who had also slipped outside for some privacy, in his case to
enjoy a secret cigarette, Benny and Bobby were soon heading down to the
basement and one of the many storage rooms with their new companion for a
bit of fun.
  Hans Schroeder had excellent gaydar, the handsome sixteen-year-old
serving boy having been hit on by other boys and by men ever since he'd
turned fourteen and had discovered the joy of sex with others of his
gender.  Working evenings as a serving boy and dressed in the traditional
medieval costume of a serving boy resulted in more opportunities than most
teenagers would have, and ensuring that his jerkin rode up his hips to
reveal his smooth bubble butt and the outline of his generous boyhood in
his tan tights provided the incentive for interested diners to inquire
about an after dinner treat other than a dinner mint.  Being the after
dinner treat for two gorgeous, long-haired blond sixteen-year-olds was a
special bonus.
  Oversexed and hormone-driven, the teenager had sprung an instant boner as
the two blond American boys embraced him and kissed his cheeks the moment
he had stepped into the room, and as one nibbled on his ear as the other
pressed his lips against his in a hot, passionate kiss.  He slipped his
tongue into the mouth of the boy kissing him, and was delighted as the boy
sucked in his tongue, drawing it into his mouth as he ran his hands up
under his jerkin and caressed his back.  United in that deep kiss, the hot
German boy pressed his body against the boy kissing him while the boy's
brother kissed the nape of his neck and slipped his hands inside his tights
and caressed his backside.  He could feel the hard organ of the boy he was
kissing pressing against his belly, and the hard organ of the boy behind
him pressing against his asscheek.  He could not wait to find out if the
two cocks were as identical as the two boys caressing him.
  Seventeen-year-old Peter Rieder raised his arms as Cam and Billy pulled
off his leather jerkin and his buttonless servant's shirt.  Like Hans, his
gaydar had picked up the vibes of the two American boys, and being a
normal, horny gay teenager, he could hardly not seize the opportunity for a
night of torrid sex with the two handsome American boys.  As Cam and Billy
ran their hands over his broad, tanned chest and twirled the hairs forming
a blond forest over his pecs, he pulled the shirts out of their pants and
ran a hand up under each to caress each of the boy's smooth back.  He
inhaled deeply as the two boys lowered their heads and each took a nipple
in his mouth and began to suck.  His teats quickly grew hard and their
stimulation caused his cock to thicken in his tights.
  Cam and Billy quickly unbuttoned and chucked their shirts, and the fully
aroused German boy didn't know which of the two handsome teenagers to
embrace first, the smooth, tawny- skinned Cam or the dark-haired Billy with
his sexy, piercing eyes and nipple rings.  The sight of the two boys caused
the German youth's cock to throb with desire as he glanced at one and then
the other.  The two boys solved his problem by approaching him, and as
Billy embraced him and kissed him, Peter slipped his hands down and quickly
unbuckled Billy's belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans.  Cam at the
same time had embraced him from behind, and after giving his swollen cock a
squeeze, had slipped his hands under the top of his tights and began to
push them down.
  Thirteen-year-old Franz Schweitzer along with his two new American
friends had chucked his clothes and was laying on his back in the linen
storage room, his butt raised in the air and his legs above his head with
his feet hooked on the linen shelf behind him.  Benny had pulled apart the
German boy's cheeks and was rimming him while Bobby had straddled him and
was nibbling on his balls and on his still limp but swelling German
sausage.  With the twelve-year-old practically sitting on his face, Franz
reached up and pulled the youngster's cheeks apart and tentatively ran his
tongue up along his asscrack.  That was a new experience for the curious
young teen who had only begun to explore the mysterious world of sex, but
from the pleasure of having his asscrack licked he could not resist giving
it a try.
  Franz's experience to that point in his life had been limited to some
mutual jerking with a couple of his closest and similarly curious friends.
He had wondered about other things, with guys and with girls, but he hadn't
had any opportunities to do anything other than a bit of kissing and boob
groping with the latter, and to do more than read and share a few gay porn
stories he'd found on the net with the former.  So, when the two American
boys he'd bumped into asked if he'd ever messed around with guys and
indicated that they were willing to share what they knew with him, he had
eagerly accepted their offer.
  Having his asshole licked and licking another boy's butt had not been
anything he'd ever wondered about, but experiencing them that night, they
would be things he'd be thinking about in the future.  The recently-turned
thirteen-year-old quivered as he felt Benny's hot, moist tongue worming
into his hole.  As he similarly wiggled his tongue against the pucker of
the cheeky twelve-year-old who had begun groping him the second they'd
entered the laundry storage room, the boy eagerly licked and sucked on his
still hairless balls.  The thirteen-year-old boy sprung a wood in no time.
Bobby and Benny were soon erect themselves, the fact that the saucy-eyed
German boy had never engaged in sex with another guy doubling the intensity
of their arousal.
  Laying down in the opposite direction to Hans, Brett and Brent began to
suck and nibble on the now naked boy's balls and still limp but rapidly
swelling cock.  With the two similarly naked teenagers half laying on top
of him, Hans grasped each of their cocks, one in each hand, and began to
stroke the twin organs.  The two American boys quickly stiffened, and Hans
admired their size as he checked out first one and then the other.  By this
time Brett was sucking on one of his balls and Brent was licking the other
while his cock, now fully erect, twitched with excitement and with the
hopes it too would receive some attention.  Holding the two erect cocks he
now had in his hands, Hans drew them together until the heads were
touching, and then raising his head, he ran his tongue over first one knob
and then the other.
  Cam had stretched out on his back on the forest floor and Peter had
straddled him in the opposite direction so that his cock jutted out in
Cam's face while he nuzzled and sucked on the twitching cock of the Thai
boy.  That had left Peter's ass conveniently and invitingly raised in the
air and Billy had immediately begun to finger his pucker as Cam took the
boy's cock in his mouth.  With one boy sucking his cock and the other
slipping his finger up his asshole, Peter eagerly lowered his head and took
the knob of the American boy's stiff cock in his mouth.  He slowly slipped
his lips down the shaft, breathing slowly and evenly until he was
deep-throating the sixteen-year-old.  With the boy's cock wedged down his
throat, he pushed out with his abdominal muscles as he felt Billy's hard,
hot cock pressing against his pucker.
  Bobby was also pushing out with his abdominal muscles as lay on his back
in the laundry storage room with his legs spread and raised in the air and
Franz kneeling between them as the thirteen-year-old German boy pressed the
knob of his spit-slick cock against the younger boy's pucker.  Bobby
eagerly and easily accepted the boy's four-and-a-half-inch cock, having had
his ass fucked plenty of times and by cocks double the size of the young
virgin boy.  He closed his eyes with pleasure as he felt the boy penetrate
him, and his cock twitched with excitement as he thought about the fact
that the boy had never had his cock up another boy's ass before.
  Benny knelt behind the boy and pressed the tip of his cock similarly
slicked by spittle against the boy's pucker as he'd explained to the German
boy that he would.  Grasping his stiff dick by the base, he held it steady
as Franz began to ease his hips back, drawing his cock out of the younger
Brewster brother and at the same time impaling himself on the stiff cock of
the boy's older brother.  Benny expertly shuffled back as the boy slowly
eased his hips back so that his cock was at a better angle.  As the boy
slowly withdrew his cock from Bobby's ass, he impaled himself on Benny's
stiff prick.  The boy shuddered with delight as he felt a hot, hard cock
penetrate his rectum for the first time.
  Withdrawing his cock until the knob was about to pop out of Bobby's hole,
he announced to the two Brewsters that he'd withdrawn as far as he could.
Benny grasped his hips and slowly shuffled closer, driving his cock forward
the extra inch so that he was embedded up Franz's rectum as far as he could
be.  Easing his hips forward ever so slowly, Franz once again drove his
cock up Bobby's ass and now eased his butt up the shaft of Bobby's older
brother.  And so the thirteen-year-old virgin lost his virginity doubly,
driving his cock up Bobby's asshole and easing his own up Benny's stiff
member, and then easing his cock out of Bobby's ass and driving his own ass
back down on Benny's erection.
  Meanwhile in one of the rooms on the third level of the hotel, three
sixteen-year-olds who had lost their virginity years ago were approaching
their orgasms.  They squirmed and twisted there on the hotel bed as they
felt the tension developing in their loins and as they opened and closed
their prickholes in a desperate attempt to shoot.  Their young teenage nuts
had swollen and drawn up under their hot, throbbing cocks.  Closer and
closer they came to that climax and until at last with a whimpered warning,
the three boys blasted out their loads.  Hans's cock twitched and jerked as
he came, sending streams of cum in all directions.  Long, thick streamers
of his creamy cum laced the cheeks of Brent and Brett and shot through the
air and fell back down to lace his stomach, his thighs, and even his chest.
  As the two American boys lapped up his creamy, thick load they also came,
spraying Hans's face with their cum.  He eagerly tried to catch the creamy
shots from the two cocks in his mouth, the two teenagers shooting streamer
after streamer despite the number of times they had already come that week.
Cum filled Hans's mouth and laced his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead.
Globules of cum clung to his hair and his nose, and oozed down around his
chin.  He eagerly caught what he could in his mouth and savoured the
unique, tart cream of the blond twins.
  Cam was similarly trembling with pleasure as he shot his load into
Peter's mouth, and Peter was trembling with delight as he shot his cum into
Cam's.  Each boy sucked eagerly on the fountaining cock in his mouth as he
shot his own load, delighting in the burning sensation of his orgasm and
delighting in the taste of the other's teen cum.  Knowing the two boys had
come, Billy grasped Peter's hips as he rammed his cock up his ass and shot
his seed deep up the seventeen-year-old boy's rectum.  The waning September
moon shined down through the dense forest on the three naked boys as they
grunted and gasped like rutting animals in the warm night.
  Meanwhile in the laundry storage room a young thirteen-year-old German
boy was receiving his first shot of cum up his ass while shooting his own
load for the first time up the rectum of another boy.  Franz grunted openly
and unashamedly with delight as his hot, burning wiener buried deep up
Bobby's ass spurted out his thin, copious load and as he felt Benny's cock
throbbing hotly inside him and squirting Benny's cum deep up his rectum.
Bobby trembled with delight at having been the first boy to be fucked by
the now no longer virgin, and with the delight of his own orgasm.  His
older brother similarly grunted and grasped the German boy with delight as
he filled the now no longer virgin ass.  The three boys inhaled and exhaled
deeply, delighting in the pleasure of their orgasms and the pleasure of
being boys.
  Thursday the group returned to Munich where they stopped at the English
Gardens, a three-and-a-half mile long park along the west bank of the Isar
that had been established by the American Count Rumford, one of the reasons
for stopping there, besides the fact that it was free.  A third reason was
that the chaperones wanted to visit the Chinese pagoda, the site of
Munich's largest beer garden.  What they did not know was that the English
Gardens, like many public parks in Europe, allowed nude sunbathing, and
this park in particular, had a reputation for just that dating back to the
nineteen-seventies.  It being September 26, a warm, beautiful day with fall
fast approaching, a number of the Munich citizens were taking advantage of
one of the last opportunities to enjoy the outdoors in the buff.
  So, telling their students to behave and to meet them in an hour, their
chaperones headed off for the pagoda and the students headed off for a
relaxing stroll along the many paths criss- crossing the central city park.
Although the ratio of nudists to other park users and tourists was close to
one in a hundred, the American students in pairs and in small groups
gradually discovered one of the big differences between American and
European parks and customs.  When their chaperones finally made the
discovery, they quickly began to gather up their charges, but by then the
students had spread out through the park and the adults finally decided to
give up on their efforts and chalk the experience up to a lesson on foreign
customs and hope word would not get back to the students' parents or the
school officials.
  One thing they did not expect was to find the four Brewster brothers,
Billy, Cam and Justin romping across the lawns and in out between the
flower beds stark naked.  They were, of course, ready to reprimand the
boys, but when Benny observed upon the seven of them being discovered, that
when in Munich, they should do as the Munichians do, it hardly seemed fair
to punish the boys for doing something that was legal and acceptable by
German standards.  They had, after all, brought the students over to learn
about German culture.  The boys were, however, given a strict warning to
never do something like that again, and advised that it would probably be
best if they did not mention what they'd done to their parents when they
arrived back home.  As the boys began to dress, they discovered there was
one price they had to pay for their romp.  Someone had walked off with
their underwear.
  They next visited the Residenz Palace, a medieval bishop seat which later
became the centre of power for the Bavarian dukes and kings, and still
later a conference centre, concert hall, and art museum most noted for its
architecture.  Also located in the Palace was the Treasury featuring gold
work from the Middle Ages to the classical period, ivory, jewellery, rare
crosses, and the Bavarian crown jewels.  While there, the boys figured
Mister Steinhauser had spent an exorbitant amount of time admiring a couple
specific art pieces and the family jewels of the former Bavarian emperors.
Returning once again to the Wiesn grounds, the band and Bobby dressed up in
his cheetah costume took their turn performing for the milling crowds who
had begun their day at the traditional Oktoberfest mass at the Hippodrom
beer tent.  When they were not performing or taking in the rides, the boys
participated in their other favourite pastime, checking the guys out at the
urinals relieving themselves of the litres of beer they'd drank.
  Friday the band and tour group split up into smaller groups to go
shopping and to do some final touring, each group of course under the
watchful eye of a chaperone or two.  The Brewsters decided they would go
with Karl Steinhauser, figuring if he was going to make any type of move it
was going to have to be that day or Saturday.  He had offered to take
anyone who was interested to the BMW museum, which was no surprise
considering his line of business, and to the Kinder-und Jugendmuseum, the
interactive Child and Youth Museum, which was a surprise.  Needless to say
only the Brewsters took him up on the offer, and they sensed that he was
not particularly thrilled that anyone had chosen to go with him.  They were
not especially interested in either museum, though the alternative
propulsion exhibit did intrigue Bobby and Brett, and of course the twins
did find the section on the futuristic study of automobiles in the BMW
museum of interest.  Being keen on mathematics, Bobby and Brett found the
current exhibit on "Mathematics for Touching", an interactive exhibit with
over forty mathematical experiments worth having made the trip to the Child
and Youth Museum.
  Cam, Billy and Justin, on the other hand, having heard Bobby, Beau and
Eric's tale, decided to follow the De Cazales.  That they were going to
Zuschen to see what was known as the Giant's Stone, supposedly a stone
thrown by the devil at the pious workers building a church nearby and
stained by his bloody tears when he missed, and then on to Neumark to see
the "Seven Stones of Morin", seven stones supposedly having been seven
young men who'd been punished for doing something wicked, added credence to
the story Bobby, Beau and Eric had related.
  That night they reported they had not seen anything out of the usual
other than the De Cazales seemed very awed and almost worshipful at the
sites.  They also reported that the supposed sin of the seven young men was
to have moistened their bread and cheese there in the field in an indecent
manner, which caused a lot of tittering amongst the boys and conjectures
just what that indecent manner, which never was disclosed, might have been.
As for the Brewsters, they reported having had a surprisingly interesting
afternoon, but also that Mister Steinhauser had done nothing out of the
usual, other than he'd had to have taken well over a hundred pictures.  He
had seemed to be distant and almost annoyed that he had to be supervising
them, which was not unusual behaviour at all for him.  He was very
interested in the two museums though, which could explain why he'd paid
next to no attention to them.
  Unable to stand the mystery any longer, the boys enlisted the help of
Billy, Cam and Justin to keep the used car lot owner occupied after supper
while they broke into his room and checked it out.  Jimmying the door
proved to be much more difficult than they had imagined, and took a lot
more time than they'd bargained for.  They knew their friends would not be
able to delay their chaperone long so they made a hasty search of the room.
They did not find any plans to rob the Residenz Palace of jewels or art
pieces, nor any maps to hidden Third Reich treasures, but they did find a
surprise, their underwear that had gone missing in the English Gardens,
each sealed in its own plastic bag.  It was at that exact moment, while
they were standing there holding the bags as it were, wide-eyed and
open-mouthed, that the door opened and Karl A.  Steinhauser entered the
room.
  "What is this?" he asked in surprise and immediate anger.  "What are you
doing in my room?"
  "More important, what are these doing in your room?" asked Brett, always
the quickest to think on his feet.  Holding up his grey ribbed Marky Mark
boxers, he glared at the used car lot owner, and then quickly dropped them
back down when he noticed the embarrassing cum stain on the front.
  "Yeah, what are you doing with our underwear?" asked Benny indignantly.
  "You do not know they are yours."
  "We can with a DNA check," observed Bobby, having watched enough
television to hazard that it could be done.  Having been in his three
brothers' underwear plenty of times, he knew that there would be a good
chance of finding at least one stray pubic hair in each of their underwear.
His, he observed with a frown, they would not be able to identify.  He was
beginning to think he was some sort of freak and would never grow hair down
there.
  The fifty-three-year-old used car salesman looked from one boy to the
next, his initial look of annoyance and anger slowly turning to hesitation
and then to despair and fear, and finally to acceptance.  It all took less
than a full sixty seconds.  The boys had seen those looks and that
progression plenty of times in the past so that they readily recognized the
expressions.  They had years of experience seeking retribution for past
wrongs from the arrogant, the bigoted, and the proud.  In this case,
however, they were mystified as to the cause.  The man sat down on the
nearest chair as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.
  "It was wrong," he said quietly.  "I knew it was a mistake the moment I
did it, but I could not resist it."  He bowed his head and held it in his
hands.  They boys watched in surprise.  They slowly realized the man was
sobbing.  Over four pair of stolen underwear?
  "Hey, okay, so you took our underwear," said Brent, walking over and
placing a hand on the man's shoulder.  "It's not that big a deal."
  "Fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah," agreed Bobby.  "Mine was sort of
dirty anyway.  You can have them if you want."
  "You don't understand," the man said, reaching for his handkerchief as he
looked up at the boys.
  "That you like boys' underwear?" asked Benny.  "That's nothing strange.
It's a common fetish, very common in fact.  Lots of men collect and enjoy
smelling other guys' used underwear, and especially boys'."
  The forlorn salesman looked up at the fourteen-year-old boy, not
surprised by his sexual knowledge, but by the straight forward,
matter-of-fact way he'd said it.
  "Hey, if it's sniffing underwear that you like, you can sniff mine any
time," Bobby offered in an attempt to cheer the man up.  The
twelve-year-old was shaken up by having seen the grown man cry, something
he'd never seen before.  "You can sniff it right now if you want."
  "That would be a dangerous thing to do," Karl Steinhauser warned
solemnly.
  "Yeah, knowing Bobby, sniffing his underwear could be dangerous."
  "Oh yeah, well, if you want something dangerous, let's talk about
sniffing your socks."
  "My socks are clean."
  "Oh yeah?  When we were at that mushroom place, I thought maybe you'd
taken your shoes off."  Brent's brothers giggled.
  "Boys."
  "Very funny."
  "Very stinky."
  "Oh yeah, well up ."
  "Boys!"
  Bobby and Brent turned to look at Mister Steinhauser, having momentarily
forgotten his presence.  "What I meant, was it would be dangerous for you
to let me sniff your underwear."  He looked down at the floor, and the boys
waited.  They'd had enough experience at confession themselves to know he
had something he was struggling to say.  "I knew I'd be found out sooner or
later," he sighed.  "The truth is, I don't have an underwear fetish.  I'm a
boy lover."  The boys continued to stare at him.  "I've been avoiding
temptation for years," he said softly, "and I knew when this trip was being
planned that I should not offer to help chaperone, but they were short of
chaperones, and asked if I would on account of my donat ."
  "You're the anonymous donator?"
  He nodded his head.  Brent and Bobby immediately embraced him, the two
boys being the closest to him, and Brett and Benny quickly joined them.
  "We wouldn't have been able to come here if it hadn't been for you!"
  "Yeah, we'd never have raised enough money, and most of our parents could
never afford it on their own!"
  "You're fuckin' awesome."
  "Yeah.  Like totally."
  "You didn't hear what I said," interjected the salesman, trying
unsuccessfully to disentangle himself.  "I'm a boy lover."
  "And we're fuckin' glad you are!" responded Bobby.
  "I don't mean I just like boys, though that is all I've ever done," he
added quickly.  "I haven't done anything wrong, and I wouldn't, never.  I
like boys too much to do something with them that they would not want.  But
I have these feelings, these thoughts," he stumbled, coming close to tears
again as he tried to explain himself.
  "Feelings?" asked Brent.
  "Thoughts?" asked Brett.
  "Something boys would not want?" Bobby inquired.
  "You mean like you want to do things with guys, sex stuff?" asked Benny.
  "Yes," came the reply, so quiet it was barely audible.
  "So what's that got to do with something boys would not want?" asked
Bobby.  "There's nothing fucking wrong with wanting to do sex stuff."
  "Bobby's right," agreed Brent
  "Not with the right boys."
  "Not with boys who like to mess around with men."
  "Boys like us."
  Karl Steinhauser looked at the boys in surprise, certain he had not heard
them properly, afraid to dare hope that he had.  "I know you have
boyfriends," he said, addressing the twins, which explained why he had not
stopped Cam and Billy from going to the twins room that night in the hotel.
  "Sure, but that don't stop us from enjoying sex with other guys, or with
men."
  "We're teenagers."
  "Even Bobby in five more days."
  "Four-and-a-half," corrected Bobby
  "And we're healthy."
  "And horny."
  "All of us."
  "All of the time."
  "I ."
  Benny bent over and kissed the man, on his lips.  Bobby crouched down
beside his chair and placed his hot hand on the man's thigh.
  "Let's go lay down on the bed," suggested Brett, and the four boys helped
the man, surprised, perplexed, and hopeful, to his feet and guided him to
the bed.
  While Brent and Brett unbuttoned and removed his shirt, Bobby and Benny
removed his shoes and socks and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped
his trousers, and drew his pants down and off.  Laying there in just his
plaid Nordstrum boxer briefs, Karl watched as the four boys quickly
stripped down to their underwear.  The sight of the sixteen-year-old twins
standing there with their long, blond hair cascading over their shoulders
and down their backs and in their boxer briefs, Brent's white Calvin Kleins
and Brett's navy blue Marky Marks, caused the man's cock to begin to swell.
The boys had the slender muscular builds of basketball players, and the
smooth skin and soft curves of youth that would have made them successful
models had they so chosen to do that line of work.
  Benny, five-foot four and a hundred and twelve pounds and standing there
in his copper tube necklace, copper chain bracelets and camouflage boxers,
his dark brown hair gelled and shaved along the sides and tinted with
copper, was a vision that surpassed Karl's wildest dreams.  He drank in the
beauty of the boy with his eyes and his head spun dizzily with the long
draught.  As he slowly inhaled, he turned his head to look at Bobby and the
twelve-year-old, with his hazel eyes and stylish irregular cut and teased
hair standing there in his tight white Stanfield briefs with double panel
fly front, the support pouch bulging with boyhood, smiled back at him.  If
the man was not intoxicated by the sight of the four boys before that, he
was now.
  The four brothers approached him and lay down on the bed on either side
of him.  The twins, laying in the opposite direction to himself, began to
stroke the inside of his thighs and to run their hands up and down his
legs.  Bobby twirled his fingers in the thick hair covering the man's
chest, and Benny snuggled up to him and sucked on his right nipple.  His
swelling cock responded immediately, stretching out like a balloon being
filled with air.  The twins began to lick the inside of his thighs, each
one taking a leg, and Bobby took his other nipple in his mouth and began to
suck on it like a baby on his mother's breast.  Karl leaned his head
forward and mouthed the swelling mound in Brett's underwear.  He inhaled
deeply and the fragrance of the boy's genital sweat caused the man to
tremble and to eagerly slip his hands under the elastic band of the boy's
boxer briefs and begin drawing them down.  The sight of the boy's thick
cock, six inches long and still soft and growing, and of his large,
low-hung balls was a temptation the man could not resist.  He immediately
leaned forward, at first licking the boy's balls and then sucking one and
then the other in his mouth.
  Slipping his hands under the elastic band of the man's Nordstrum boxer
briefs, Benny slowly began to draw them down, and the man quickly raised
his hips to make it easier for the boy.  Taking the pillows from the bed
and slipping them under their chaperone's hips to raise his ass, Benny
snuggled up between his widespread legs and began to rim him as Bobby
continued to suck his nipples and the twins began to lick the shaft of his
almost erect prick, causing it to swing up into a full erection.  As the
two boys began to lick the rim of his knob, he pulled down Benny's
underwear and then Bobby's and fondled the boys' cocks and balls.
  Not in his wildest fantasies had he ever considered doing what was
happening to him.  The long blond hair of the two sixteen-year-olds brushed
against his thighs as the boys licked his cock like they were licking an
ice cream cone in the heat of summer.  They swirled their long, pink
tongues around his knob, up and down his shaft and over the sensitive skin
under his knob and his circumcised cock oozed out a droplet of pre-cum.
Brett eagerly lapped it up, and as a second appeared, Brent flipped it into
his mouth with his tongue.  As they took turns lapping his pre-cum up, the
sight of his clear, sticky nectar extending from the tip of his dick to the
tip of their tongues caused still more to flow out of him.
  At the same time their fourteen-year-old brother was worming his tongue
in his asshole, increasing his arousal even further.  He was delighted to
see the boy's cock jerk with arousal also as the boy rimmed his hole.  He
had fantasized meeting a boy who was turned on by rimming, and now he had
found one.  The boy's younger brother meanwhile began to lick his balls,
now drawn up under his throbbing, aching dick, and the boy's dicklet, still
clutched between his thumb and first two fingers, throbbed with lust.  Even
his wildest fantasies had not been this good.
  Needless to say Karl Steinhauser could not hold back for long, and with a
quick warning, he inhaled deeply and groaned in ecstasy as he shot off.
The four brothers immediately began to drink from his fountain, running
their tongues up his shaft to lap up the initial streamers of cum that had
shot out of his body, and now the flood of cum flowing from the opening of
his cock.  The sight of the four boys eagerly and hungrily licking up his
cum caused another flood to erupt out of his cock as he had a second orgasm
only seconds after the first had ended he was so turned on.  Never had he
ever even heard of anyone having such an experience, and he inhaled and
exhaled deeply in ecstasy and in a dazed shock, his head spinning dizzily,
his heart throbbing in his chest, and his cock burning pleasantly with his
double ejaculation.
  "Fuck, I never seen a guy come so much, Mister Steinhauser," observed
Bobby with obvious admiration.
  "Same here," said Benny as he snuggled up against the man.  "You can come
even more than Brett or Brent can come, and they can come a lot."
  "It was like totally wicked," observed Brett, licking his lips as he
smiled down at the man.
  "For sure," agreed Brent.  "I never seen a guy shoot off twice once after
the other like that!"
  "You boys," observed the spent and flushed man, still gasping for breath,
"you boys . . .  you were . . .  were magnificent."
  "Thanks," they chorused as they looked into his eyes and reached out and
began to explore his body.
  Karl Steinhauser would never have believed that he'd be able to become
erect again so soon after his double orgasm, but having four hot, horny,
naked boys caressing and massaging his body, running their fingers through
the hair on his chest and fiddling with his nipples until they were firm
and aching with stimulation, cupping his warm and once again descended
balls, and running a finger along his asscrack and caressing his asshole
with the tip soon had his cock fully extended and aching to get off another
load.  Glancing at each other, the boys seemed to communicate for a second
by telepathy, and without saying a word, they dragged their fifty-three-
year-old partner across the bed so he was laying from right to left with
his butt at the left edge and his feet on the floor.
  Bobby straddled the man facing him, and while Benny held the man's cock
upright, the twelve-year-old boy slowly sat down on it.  From the look of
pleasure on Bobby's face, he was finding just as much delight having his
rectum probed by the man's cock as the man was finding having his stiff
cock being surrounded by hot, moist flesh.  Slipping off the bed, Benny
knelt on the floor between his outspread legs, and slowly raising his body,
he lined his stiff cock up with the man's butthole.  Continuing to lean
forward, he slowly penetrated the man's rectum with his hot, slender cock,
slowly sinking it in until his curly hairs were pressing against the man's
balls.  Brent and Brett sat on either side of him, their stiff cocks, now
seven-and-a-quarter inches, jutting out from their bodies and above his
face.  Eagerly reaching up and grasping the two teenage cocks and drawing
them together, the bedazzled man stuck out his tongue and began licking the
twin organs.
  And so Bobby rode up and down the man's stiff, throbbing cock, delighting
in having the hot organ penetrating his depths and then easing out to his
sphincter.  Benny took just as much delight working his cock in and out of
the man's hot, moist asshole, and Brent and Brett shivered and sighed as
the man licked the knobs of their hot, throbbing organs.  Karl's chest rose
and fell as he inhaled and exhaled deeply in total disbelief, a young
preteen boy riding his stiff, aching cock, a fourteen-year-old fucking his
ass, and him licking the knobs of two gorgeous sixteen-year- old boys.  The
fifty-three-year-old boy lover swooned with ecstasy, and only the fact that
he'd already come twice and only minutes earlier, prevented a premature
ejaculation from ruining everything.
  When he finally did come, shooting his load up Bobby's ass while he felt
his own ass being filled by Benny's young seed, the twins shot off also,
filling his mouth with their creamy load which he hungrily swallowed until
they stopped spurting.  Slipping the cock of first one and then the other
twin in his mouth, he sucked them dry in turn as Bobby constricted his
sphincter and milked the man's cock dry with his butt and as Benny gave his
ass a few final thrusts before withdrawing his dick.  His throbbing asshole
dripping with the teenage boy's cum, his own semen smeared over his still
erect cock and oozing from Bobby's pucker, and the twin's creamy juice
clinging to his teeth and dripping from his chin, he inhaled and exhaled
deeply with sheer delight.
  "Well, looks like we were right," Benny observed.  "All this time you
were after the family jewels, but not the Bavarian family crown jewels.  It
was the Brewster family jewels."  His brothers laughed, and Karl had to
also.  It felt great being able to laugh.
  "You guys all right?" asked Cam, looking from one to the other of the
Brewster brothers as they dropped in to see him, Billy, Justin and Zac some
time later.
  "Sure, fine," responded Brett, greeting his boyfriend with a large smile
and an embrace.
  "Where you been all this time?" asked Billy worriedly.
  "In Mister Steinhauser's room," responded Brent, knowing how worried his
boyfriend had to have been and slipping an arm about his neck.
  "He caught you in his room?" asked Justin.
  "Sure did," responded Benny.
  "Fuck, he must have been furious."
  "He was at first," observed Benny.
  "What happened?"
  "That," said Bobby as he joined Zac on the bed, "is a long story."
  "But we found out why he's been avoiding boys."
  "And watching us all the time."
  "I don't think he'll be avoiding guys anymore."
  "And he'll be doing a lot more than just looking."
  "So tell us what happened!"
  The boys snuggled up and began their tale, one which they knew would
surprise their listeners.
  Saturday was their last day in Germany and they partied hearty, students
and chaperones.  The concert band put out their all as they performed for
the crowds, the marching band strutted their stuff, and their Mascot
pranced and danced until he was drenched in sweat inside his suit.  The
tour club cheered them on and handed out pamphlets about their band and
school to those passing by.  The chaperones congratulated the students on
their performance and their behaviour for the week, and headed off to hoist
a few more mass of beer before the tents closed.  The students toured the
booths one last time, took a final ride on their favourite amusement rides,
and said goodbys to new friends, other visiting bands and their German
hosts, and made plans to keep in touch.  Some of the boys dropped by the
urinals to check out the beer drinkers one last time.  One of those was
fifteen-year-old Eric Maartens who confessed to Benny that he was gay and
that he knew Benny and Justin were close buddies but he hoped they could be
friends too, despite his arrogant and obnoxious older brother.  Benny
assured him that he looked forward to getting to know Eric better when they
got home, and when Eric observed that one thing he'd often wondered about
was what it would be like to engage in water sports, Benny replied that he
could help him out there also.
  Eight the next morning a very exhausted and happy group boarded the
Boeing 747 heading back to America, their bags stuffed with mementos and
pictures and their minds stuffed with happy memories.  For the Brewster
brothers, this had been a particularly delightful holiday adventure with
close friends, lovers and classmates, and as they placed the open travel
magazines in their laps and reached under them to fiddle with themselves on
the long trip home, they thought about their new friends back in Germany
and of their newest revelations and began planning on following them up
once they got back to Crestview Heights.