Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 21:21:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER BOYS - THE SAGA CONTINUES

Hey, dudes.  Some of you may remember an earlier series called "Andy and
the Surfer Boys."  13 chapters, the directory is dated August 24, 2013.  If
you read it, this is the continuation of the story, two years on.  Enjoy.
First two chapters here.  We'll see where it goes from here.  Those who
haven't read the previous series, pretty much everyone in the first two
chapters of this series appeared in the first one.  You may wanna read the
first one to get caught up on who they are and how they got to where they
are now.  In one way or another, this a story about guys of various
generations going at each other hammer and tongs.  If that is not your cup
of tea, please go and read something else.  And always remember -- fantasy
can be just as good as reality.  Here we go:

Chapter 1

"Jeffrey Adam Edison, will you take this man to be your lawfully wedded
husband, forever to have and to hold, to love and cherish ... and to be
naughty with to both your hearts' content?"

Jeff turned his head to look at the man who had become the love of his life
and said "I do."

"Tomasz Eliazs Krakow, same question."

Tom smiled at his colleague and lover and said "Of course I do."

"In the name of the goddess and the holy spirit of love, and by the power
vested in me by the great State of California, I now pronounce you husband
and husband.  I bid you peace and wish you a lifetime of happiness.  You
may kiss the groom.  And so may you."

The group gathered to witness the wedding burst into raucous applause, none
more so than Jeff's sons, Lance and Troy.  The happy couple was dressed to
the nines, pale gray cutaways sewn especially for them.  Standing next to
them, also in their fancy duds, were Jeff's witness, David Seamus O'Malley,
red-haired and handsome, and Tom's witness, Henry Wilson, back in
California from his native London to pursue a career in film.  The pastor,
Evelyn Jason-Jones from the local Metropolitan Community Church, beamed at
everyone.  A married lesbian herself, she just adored conducting same-sex
weddings and had done so many times since the lifting of California's ban
on the practice.

Jeff had hired Tom as a legal assistant two years previous, and they had
become lovers almost immediately, the high-powered attorney with the
foot-long hot dog between his legs and the former competitive gymnast from
Canada who was drop-dead good looking and well-hung, too.  Tom had recently
passed the bar, and Jeff had immediately made him a partner.  Edison,
Krakow and Associates handled numerous major clients, but also did a lot of
pro bono work.  Jeff and Tom were among the lawyers helping to prepare
briefs for the Supreme Court gay marriage case that was pending in the
spring of 2015.

Dave and Henry were friends of the family or, more specifically, friends of
Troy and Lance, who collected men and boys like other guys collect baseball
cards or stamps.  Identical, blond, gorgeous, sexy – the twins had
seduced Dave in a sauna and Henry in the back seat of a car.  The brothers
had sex with each other, with their dad and their newly minted stepfather,
and just about anyone who caught their fancy.  They were 19, Troy in
pre-law at the university and Lance working as an assistant for one of the
hottest film directors in town.  It was he who had told the director about
Henry, the son of a British diplomat, outrageously handsome and talented.
Henry had been attending Oxford, reading economics, but he soon found that
he missed California and his friends there, so he hopped a plane and was
back in LA.  The director found that he had to exercise every single bit of
self-control that he had not to jump the young man's bones when he first
appeared in his office to audition for a secondary role in an upcoming
film.  It was just as well, because Lance had sucked Henry's big limey cock
to a splashing orgasm in the back seat of the limo that was bringing them
to the studio.  Even without the jumping of the bones, Henry passed the
audition with flying colors.  The role required him to play an evil British
spy, and he thought that he could handle that.

The reception for the wedding was held at the local country club, where
Troy and Lance had turned Dave O'Malley from a straight boy into a gay boy,
where Henry had played nice with Reginald, and where Sam, the bartender,
had always been prepared to lock the door to the pool and sauna area when
the rascally twins were having their way with each other and with others
back there.  Sam had worked hard with Jeff and Tom on the wedding banquet,
and the club's chefs had outdone themselves.  Lobster bisque, scallops on
the shell and fried clams (a particular favorite of Tom's) to start, a
choice of Kobe filet and sea bass as the main dish, and a towering wedding
cake to finish up.  Everyone cheered as Jeff and Tom fed each other cake.

The party went on until 7:00 PM specifically, because Tom and Jeff had a
flight to catch.  They were taking the overnight flight to Paris, where
they were going to spend a week on their honeymoon.  Troy and Lance had
worked hard on attaching things to the limousine – not just the
traditional beer cans, but also two dildos and several packets of condoms.
Lots of hugs and kisses and well wishes, and they were gone.

The twins, David and Henry went back into the club.  Sam smiled at them.
He'd known all four of them carnally in the past and was very fond of the
boys.  He popped open a bottle of Veuve Cliquot (never mind that his guests
were still technically underage – after all, it was a wedding) and
poured four glasses.  They sat down at a table.

"That was great," Lance said.  "I'm so glad for dad."

"I thought you were going to start blubbering," Troy, always the smartass,
teased him.

Lance punched him on the shoulder.  "Look who's talking.  You're the one
who always gets the waterworks when we watch movies."

"It's true," his brother admitted.  "I'm a sucker for a good story."

Lance turned to David.  "Have you heard from Reginald?"

David shook his head.  "Nope.  One E-mail when he first got there, nothing
since then.  I bet he's working his way through the British aristocracy."
Reggie was in England, taking a semester at Cambridge.  The son of ordinary
American people, once the roommate of a young man called Kevin, he had once
been known for putting on airs as if he were to the manor born.

Troy's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.  He took it out and looked at
the message.  The message read "It happened!  Me and Taz, and it happened!
:)"

Troy's face lit up.  "That was from Andy," he said.  "The kid's got cum!"

"Who's Andy?" Henry asked.

"Oh, that's right.  You've never met him.  He's a kid who lives next door
to us, and he's a horny little guy."

Troy was right.  The first time he and his brother had encountered Andy,
the boy had been standing at his bedroom window and frantically
masturbating his little boy boner while staring that the sexy twins sunning
themselves in the next door yard.  Troy, never shy, had invited him to come
over, and a series of blowjobs later, Andy had basically become a part of
the twins' family.  He was a fantastically good looking kid, regularly
appearing in the pages of department store catalogues and, more recently,
taking part in several television commercials.  He had blond hair and
emerald green eyes, and the camera loved him.

As suggested by the SMS, Andy was with his friend Taz, so known because as
a child he had been such a whirlwind of activity that he'd been described
as akin to the Tasmanian Devil from the only Loony Tunes cartoons.  Andy
and Taz had found out that they both liked getting sexy with boys at the
same time, Andy having caroused with the twins, and Taz had been brought
into the world of cock-on-cock fun by his cousin Eric.  They had just been
69ing, head to toe, mouth to boner, and when they came at the same time, as
they usually did, Taz felt a few small shots of spooge shoot onto his
tongue even as his own cock was exploding dryly in Andy's slobbering mouth.

Taz sat up.  "Hey, look!"  He stuck his tongue out.

"What?"

"Can't you see?  You shot cum in my mouth!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!  Come on, let's jerk off again.  You'll see."

Andy was game.  The boys sat down on the bed, backs to the wall, propped up
against pillows, and got busy.  They knew each other intimately, and hardly
a day passed when the two of them didn't have orgasms in each other's
presence.  They were careful.  Neither Andy's parents nor Taz's were aware
of the fact that their sons were having sex with one another.  Right now
they were at Taz's house, and his parents, who were both university
professors, were teaching evening classes even though it was Saturday.
That was why hip hop music was blaring from Taz's I-phone.  The p's would
never have tolerated that.

Andy and Taz stared at each other's dicks while they masturbated.  They had
been friends since kindergarten, and they reveled in their intimate
relationship.  Even though they had just cum, it took just a couple of
minutes for them to tense up for another blast, and sure enough, there was
semen on Andy's stomach and fist.

"Wow," Taz said.  He leaned over and licked up the spooge.  "That's
awesome.  And look, you've got a couple of hairs!"  Because Andy was so
blond, the hairs were barely visible, but they were there.

"I'm gonna text Troy," Andy said.  "He told me he wanted me to let him
know."

Two minutes after he sent the text, the reply came: "You did that without
me and Lance being there???!!!!"

"Sorry."

"That's OK, but you best believe you're gonna come over to our house
tomorrow!"

"OK."

It was getting late, and Andy had to go home.  He and Taz spent a minute
kissing and trading spit, and he was off.  Taz looked down at his little
wiener and frowned.  He was three months younger than Andy.  When would he
become a big boy?  He could still taste Andy's virginal cum on his tongue,
and he sat back down on the bed to jerk his boy dick one more time.  Would
it happen?  The orgasm was wonderful, as it always was, but it was still
dry.  Oh, well.  Maybe next time.

***

When Troy and Lance got home, they automatically looked up at the window of
the house next door where, a few years earlier, they had seen Andy
masturbating.  The window was dark.  The twins went inside, grabbed bottles
of water from the fridge and went into the den to watch some TV.  Lance
suddenly jumped up.

"Wait!  There's something from the Internet I want to show you."  He picked
up his iPhone from the coffee table and went to Grindr, the site where men
looked for other men.  He paged through the listings.  "Here we go.  Look."

On the small screen was a lanky young man with a ginormous piece of meat.
He was staring into the camera and massaging his massive tool.  The entry
read "Steve, 20, 6'2, 150, 11", into oral, anal.  Think you can take me?"

"Steve?" Troy asked.  "Isn't that ..."

"Yeah," Lance affirmed.  "It's that guy Kevin who Reginald was all whipped
up about."

"Geez, I had forgotten what a huge cock he has!"

"There's a mobile phone number listed."

Troy grinned at his brother.  "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Lance was already dialing.  "Hi!  I don't know if you remember me.  My
name's Lance, and me and my brother Troy ...  uh, huh.  ... Yeah, that day
at the beach.  We went surfing. ... No, you did great ...  Anyway, we're
just at home, bored ... yeah, both of us ... Do you think you maybe wanna
come over? ... Yeah, that would be great. ... OK, see you in half an hour."
He clicked off.

"He's coming, and he says he's got some weed."

"Fantastic," Troy said.  "We're all out.  Stupid Julio for going to
Mexico."  Julio was their dealer.  He was a tiny little guy, barely 5'
tall, but coming out of the ghetto of Los Angeles he was scrappy and
muscular, and his eight-inch uncut cock looked bigger just because its
owner was so small.  Troy and Lance didn't pay for their weed.  Payment was
Lance's cock up Julio's ass while Julio slobbered over Troy's tool.  He had
gone back to Mexico for a sister's wedding, promising to be back in a week.

The brothers trotted upstairs to change out of the suits that they had worn
to their dad's wedding.  They knew they looked spectacular in the suits,
but they also knew that they looked spectacular in almost anything.
Particularly when they put on their silky shorts and tight muscle T's.

It was the silky shorts and muscle T's that greeted Kevin when Troy opened
the door half an hour later.  The tall farm boy, as always, was wearing
overalls and, also as always, his cock was hanging halfway down to his knee
on the left side.  He was carrying two six-packs of Corona.

"Lord have mercy, look at you," were the first words out of his mouth when
he saw the sensuous blond boy standing in the doorway.  Kevin had gone from
breeder to cocksucker in one 24-hour period.  He had had a dream in which
his girlfriend Elaine was giving him a blowjob, and then all of a sudden it
wasn't her, it was her brother doing the sucking.  When he woke up, with a
hangover that was threatening to split his head open, he remembered the
dream, and a few minutes later he was watching gay porn on his laptop and
liking it.  Reginald had walked in on him, and Kevin had gotten his first
gay blowjob while awake.  And liked it.  Reginald's friend David had
brought Kevin to meet the twins, and the rest was history.

"Come in, come in." Troy took the six-packs from Kevin's hands.  "I'll put
these in the fridge.  You want one?"

"Does the bear shit in the woods?"

Troy grinned.  "Be right back."  He went into the kitchen, put the beers in
the refrigerator and popped open three cans.  When he got back to the
living room, Kevin and Lance were sitting on the couch, their knees
touching and their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Getting busy already?"

Kevin smiled at him.  "I thought we could have us some smoke first."  He
put his hand in his pocket and came out with a small metal pipe and a
little plastic bag.

"Yeah," Lance said.  "I always get horny when I'm high."

"You always get horny no matter what else you're doing," Troy told him.  "I
should know.  I haven't had a good night's sleep in years."

Kevin laughed.  "Is he that bad?"

"Well, not really.  He doesn't get any sleep either."  That wasn't really
true.  The twins slept like babies most nights, but it hardly ever happened
that they didn't have an orgasm or two before they did.  They had been
playing around with one another since prepubescence, and they could turn
each other on with just a look.  Both of them were happy that the other one
didn't have a jealous bone in his body, because the twins were just as
happy sharing their goodies with others as they were partying by
themselves.

Kevin filled the pipe, lit it, took a deep puff, and passed it to Lance,
who did the same, and then on to Troy, who also did the same.

"Aaah," Kevin said, releasing a plume of smoke from his lungs.  "That's the
ticket."

"Jesus," Lance said, releasing his own breath.  "What is this stuff?  I'm
high from just one hit."

"A friend of mine bought it up at one of them pot shops in Oregon," Kevin
said.  "I guess they breed it special up there."

"I guess so," Troy said.  "I'm higher than a kite!"

"Y'all wanna see something?" Kevin asked.  Lance put his hand on the front
of the farm boy's overalls.

"Is this what you have in mind?"

Kevin took his hand off his crotch.  "Yeah, but look at this first."  From
his other pocket he produced a small memory stick.  "Will this hook up to
y'all's TV set?"

Troy took it.  "I think so."  He walked over to the huge TV on the other
side of the room and plugged the memory stick in.  "What are we gonna see?"

"You just wait," Kevin said.  "How do you turn this thing on?"

Lance took the remote control from him and pushed a few buttons.  The
screen opened up to a list of files.

"I never did understand why these here things have a zillion buttons,"
Kevin said.  "What do they all do?"

"I don't know," Lance said.  "Which file do you want?"

"The third one from the top," Kevin said.  Lance paged down and pushed a
button.  What appeared was an FBI warning about not distributing the
content to anyone else, not showing it to minors, and so on.  Next the name
of the studio – American Male.  The title of the video – "Biggest of
All," and then starring – up came a picture of Kevin holding his massive
tool in his hand and leering at the camera.  Underneath it said "Steve
Overload."

"Steve Overload?" Troy said.  "Did you think of that yourself?"

Kevin grinned.  "Nope, the studio gave it to me.  I've been doing me some
porn movies to earn money.  College just wasn't for me."

"Should we zoom ahead?"

"Sure." Lance pushed another button and the video moved forward.

"Stop here."

On screen was Kevin with three other young men, two of them white, one of
them black and all with enormous dongs.  They were all on a huge bed, and
they were going at each other hammer and tongs.

As if on cue, Troy and Lance yanked off their silky shorts.  Their big
cocks rose to full glory.

"This is awesome," Lance said.  "Who are those other guys?"

"The black dude goes by the name of Ransom," Kevin said.  "The other two
are brothers just like y'all.  Steve and Ricky, but the studio calls `em
Bryce and Brett.  Dunno why.  They ain't twins, though, like y'all.  You
can see that."

"They're cute," Troy said, massaging his muscle while he watched.  "Do you
see them outside of the studio?"

"Yeah," Kevin said.  "We do stuff like go motorcycle riding and stuff like
that together."

"Do you also do naked stuff together?"

Kevin blushed.  "Well, yeah.  Sometimes."

"Speaking of naked," Lance said.  "How about you get them overalls off,
cowboy?"

Kevin stood up, unbuttoned the shoulder buttons on his overalls and let
them drop.  There it was – the massive cock that haunted Reginald's
dreams and had given such pleasure to the twins a few years back.  There
was a bit of a struggle between the two brothers as to who would get the
gigantic tool in his mouth first.  Lance won, and Troy pouted.

"Fuck yeah," Kevin purred.  "Suck that cock."  And then to Troy: "Come on
over here."

Troy climbed onto the couch and presented his cock to Kevin, who inhaled it
greedily.  Lance wasn't the only one who got horny when he got high.

***

When Andy got home, his parents were in the living room watching TV.  His
mom made him come over and give her a kiss, which he did.

"Did you have a good time at Taz's, honey?" she said.

"Yeah, mom," Andy replied.  Then he stretched and added, "It's getting
late.  I'm going to bed, OK?"

"Sleep tight," his dad said.

Andy went up to the second floor, had a pee and brushed his teeth.  He went
into his bedroom and looked out the window at Jeff's house.  He had had
some great times there.  He stripped off and took his penis between his
fingers.  The image of Lance and Troy naked popped into his brain, and he
dropped down on his bed.  Andy thought about the twins, he thought about
Taz, he thought about a Russian circus artist he had met a few years back,
he thought about Taz's cousin, and when he cummed a few minutes later, a
spurt of cum actually smacked him on the chin.  Andy scooped it all up and
licked it off.  He crawled under the blankets and was asleep in seconds.
No pajamas for him tonight.  During the night his dick rose again and again
as Andy dreamed of boys with their wieners.

***

"Who's up for some fucking?"

"Me first this time," Troy insisted.  He got up from the couch and got down
on all fours on the lush carpeting.  "Come and give it to me."

Kevin positioned himself behind the handsome blond boy, spit in his hand
and lubed up his cock.  Then he slowly pushed inside Troy's tight teenage
asshole.  Troy gasped and arched his back.  Big cocks always hurt a little
bit at first, but he knew the payoff would be the feeling that he was on
the top of the world.

Lance, too, got off the couch and sat down on the carpet in front of his
brother, his legs spread.  Troy dove down on the beautiful cock eagerly,
his nose bumping up against his twin's curlies.  Troy was an expert deep
throat man.  Lance sighed happily.  He adored his brother.

***

In the first class cabin of the airplane flying from Los Angeles to Paris,
two seats were empty, and the sign on the lavatory said that it was
occupied.  Inside, Jeff was sitting on the toilet and Tom was sitting on
his cock, bouncing up and down, his own prick as hard as a rock.  Both men
were panting heavily.

"I'm about there, lover," Jeff said.  "Ready?"

Tom grabbed his cock and started yanking.  "Ready."  He heard his husband
give a little moan, and then his ass started filling up with cum.  He gave
his big tool another couple of jerks, and cum flew all over the little
lavatory.  Tom panted and groaned.  Jeff always got him off in the best
possible way.

Jeff kissed the back of Tom's neck.  "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Tom.
First time for you?"

Tom chuckled.  "Yeah, but I bet not for you."

"It's true," Jeff admitted.  "When I was 16, I went on an exchange trip to
Germany, and a classmate of mine and I did it.  That was cattle class, and
we only sucked each other off, but it counted."

Tom stood up, and the massive tool slipped out of his hole.  "We need to
clean up in here."

Jeff unrolled a wad of toilet paper.  "Jesus, you even got some on the
mirror!"

The newly married men tidied themselves up and exited the lavatory.  As
they opened the door, they heard a crash.  The first class steward was
sprawled on the floor, as was the tray on which he had been carrying a
bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Oh, my god," Tom gasped.  "I'm so, so sorry."

The young man got to his feet and smiled a professional smile.  "That's
quite alright, sir.  I was the one who was careless.  I was bringing this
wine for you, seeing as how you're the only ones in first class with us
tonight."

"That's very kind of you," Jeff said.  "Are you hurt at all?"

"No, sir.  Thanks for asking."  The steward bent over to pick up the bottle
and the broken glasses.  Thankfully, the bottle hadn't been opened yet, or
there would have been a hellacious mess.  Jeff and Tom watched and were
both thinking that the steward had a pretty little butt in his uniform.  He
looked to be in his twenties, with the neatly cut brown hair of one in his
profession.

"We'd be pleased to make it up to you," Jeff said.  "What's your name
anyway?"

The young man pointed at his nametag, which read "Anton."

"Sorry," Jeff said with a grin.  "Nice to meet you, Anton.  If you don't
mind my saying so, you are very handsome."

Anton smiled back at him.  "Thank you, sir.  If you don't mind my saying
so, so are you.  And you," he added, looking at Tom.

"Any chance we might see what's inside that uniform, Anton?"

Anton shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but the airline does not allow us to
fraternize with the passengers.  I'm sure you understand."

"I do.  But, as you already pointed out, we're the only ones in first class
tonight.  Who's going to know?"

Anton looked around nervously, but Jeff was right.  There was no one else
there, and the curtain leading to cattle class was closed tight.  He tilted
his head toward the lavatory: "But didn't you just ..."

Tom smiled at him.  "We did.  But we're young, and Jeff here can't sleep on
airplanes."

Anton wrestled with himself, but only for a moment.  He missed his
boyfriend back home, even though the kid was a needy bastard.  Still, there
were still six hours in the flight, and ...

"OK, but let's be quick about it, OK?"

Jeff pointed to the front row seat.  "Have a seat, friend."

Anton sat, and immediately he had hands all over him.  Tom unzipped his
uniform pants and fished out his beautiful cock.  Anton was of Czech
extraction, and he had big dicks among his forebears.  He gasped as his
tool disappeared inside Tom's hot, wet mouth.  He heard another zipper
coming down and turned his head.  Lord have mercy, but what a cock Jeff
had.  Anton dove in.

***

"Let's swap," Lance suggested.  "I need to get my ass reamed, too."

Kevin pulled his huge dong out of Troy's ass a bit regretfully, because he
had been within a minute or so of cumming.  The twins turned him on
powerful bad.

"How about another smoke, and then," he suggested.  The twins grinned at
him.  They were always ready for some ganja.

Kevin packed up the pipe and passed it around.  He couldn't help but notice
that Troy and Lance maintained rock hard boners while this was happening.
His own cock was flopping on the carpet, patiently waiting to be put to use
again.

When the three horny teenagers were good and dizzy again, Lance put himself
down on the floor on his back and raised his legs up.  That was how he
liked to get fucked.  Kevin had no problem fucking in any position, and his
huge tool slipped easily into Lance's eager and willing asshole.  Troy got
down on his knees and fed his prick to his sexy brother while Lance
masturbated slowly.

A minute passed and then another, and then Kevin said, "I can't wait much
longer."  The three boys were sweating like racehorses despite the air
conditioning in the house.

"Let it go," Lance said.  "Do it."

Kevin began to ram the blond boy's ass harder and harder, and then he gave
a roar, and Lance felt as if a fire hose had been turned on inside him.
Simultaneously, Troy's prick erupted in his mouth, and he guzzled greedily.

"We got this boy watertight," Kevin grunted.  Lance squeezed his ass around
the invading prick and arched his back as his own orgasm blasted through
his muscular body.  Troy got smacked straight in the face with the first
spurt and stuck out his tongue to catch the dripping spooge.  Kevin
collapsed on top of Lance and almost knocked the breath out of him.

"Jesus in a handcart," he finally said.  "I plumb forgot how hot you two
are."

"We didn't forget you ... Steve," Troy said with a grin.

Kevin shook his head.  "Steve.  Yeah, I didn't wanna use my real name on
that portal."

"You get much action there?"

The redneck nodded.  "Especially since I got into porn."

"I forgot all about that," Lance exclaimed.  They all turned toward the TV
set just in time to see Kevin ejaculating a huge stream of cum straight
into the face of one of the white boys who were with him, the black guy's
huge schlong rammed deep in his ass.

"Awesome," Troy said.  "Anyplace we can see more of you?"

"You can keep the memory stick," Kevin replied.  "I've got a couple of
those.  Some of the guys I fuck with like to have a video on while I'm
doing it."

"Sure worked for us," Lance said.  "It's been too long, dude."

***

On board the plane, Anton gave a grunt, and his big Czech cock erupted into
Tom's mouth.  Tom masturbated the fat shaft vigorously while the sperm
ejaculated across his tongue, kneading the steward's balls with his other
hand.

When Anton stopped cumming, Tom swallowed, raised his head and said, "That
was quick."

The young man blushed.  "It's been three days," he admitted.  "But how
about you guys?"

Jeff had already tucked himself back in while the steward was cumming.
"Don't worry about us.  We're just glad that we could help you out.  And,
by the way, it's not true that I can't sleep on airplanes."

Anton stuffed his dick back into his uniform.  "Well, in that case I will
leave it to you.  Are you sure you don't want one more glass of wine before
bedtime?"

Tom and Jeff were already pushing the buttons to make the seats recline.
"Thanks," Tom said.  "Maybe for breakfast."

***

And there was one more story that evening.  Dave O'Malley and Henry Wilson,
the mick and the limey, had been friends before Henry had left and ever
since the handsome Brit arrived back in America, but somehow they had never
gotten naked together since then.  They both remembered an afternoon at
Jeff's house where Dave had been one of several youngsters to gang up on
Henry when it was time for him to go back to the embassy, and another
during which the twins and Dave had nearly raped him in a car.

As they left the club, Henry said to David: "Fancy popping by at my place?
I've got a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge."

"I don't know about that," Dave said.  "I'm on my bike."

"No problem.  We'll just pitch the bike in the boot of my car.  It should
fit."

The car proved to be a massive Cadillac, and the bike did, indeed, fit in
the trunk.

"There you have it," Henry said with satisfaction.  "No more excuses now."

David smiled at him.  "None intended."

Henry was renting a luxurious apartment in West Hollywood while he worked
on the film in which he was appearing.  He wasn't being paid a huge amount
of money for the work, but his father, the diplomat, was also Lord Wilson,
a hereditary earl, and unlike many aristocratic families, the Wilsons had
not depleted the fortunes earned by their robber baron forebears.  Henry
lacked for nothing.

"Take a seat," Henry said when the two of them were inside.  "I'll go fetch
the wine and perhaps slip into something a bit more comfortable."

Dave did as he was told.  The living room was sterile white, with abstract
paintings on the walls and a lush white carpet on the floor.  There was a
video and stereo set on a cabinet along one of the walls, with a large sofa
and several upholstered chairs.

Henry reappeared carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine.  His "something
a bit more comfortable" proved to be a short robe, with just his underwear
underneath.  He put the glasses and wine on the coffee table and went to
dim the lights.

"Why, Mr. Wilson, are you trying to seduce me?" Dave said.

Henry looked at him blankly.

"It's a line from a movie called 'The Graduate'," David explained, feeling
a bit foolish.  "Dustin Hoffman says that to Anne Bancroft."

"Anne Bancroft plays a character called Mr. Wilson?"

"Don't be silly.  You're Mr. Wilson.  She was Mrs. Robinson."

"As in coo-coo-ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson?"

"Bingo.  At least you know the song."

"You'll have to show me the movie sometime.  I adore Dustin Hoffman.  Have
you seen 'Rain Man'?"

"Sure.  What about 'Tootsie'?"

"The one where he dresses up as a woman to get a job on a daytime drama?"

"That's the one."

Henry came over and sat down next to Dave.  He poured two glasses of wine
and handed one to his friend.  They clinked and drank.

"Now that you've asked, would you like me to seduce you?"

Dave smiled at him.  "I thought you'd never ask."

Henry leaned into him, and they kissed, softly at first, and then with
greater urgency, their hands all over each other's bodies.  Their mouths
still connected, Henry untied Dave's tie and tossed it aside.  Their mouths
still connected, Dave shrugged off his suit jacket, and Henry nimbly
unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt.  That went, too.  Their mouths still
connected, Henry shed his robe.  His big British cock was dying to burst
out of the shorts he was wearing.

Dave broke the connection and stood up to kick off his shoes and let his
trousers drop.  He was wearing boxer shorts, and his cock had no problem
poking out the front hole and standing up straight and proud.

"Marvelous," Henry murmured, and then he leaned forward again and inhaled
the Irishman's rigid rod.  Dave reached down and massaged Henry's cock in
the underwear for a minute and then pulled down the front of the shorts to
get at it.  The prick was long and fat, just like he remembered.  He
masturbated it gently while Henry slobbered on him.  Dave soon felt his
balls starting to roil under Henry's talented ministrations, and he pushed
the handsome face away.

"My turn."  David dropped to his knees, and Henry leaned back.  David
pulled off the underwear that had been tucked under Henry's balls and
tossed it aside.  He took the young Brit's cock in his hand.  It felt like
weighed a ton.  Precum was leaking liberally from the fat cockhead, and
Dave licked it off, earning a murmur of approval from its owner.  He took a
deep breath and opened wide.  The musky scent of Henry's genitals enveloped
him as he began to blow the big rod, gently stroking Henry's balls while he
did so.  Dave could only get about one-half of the huge tool into his
mouth, but he did his best and suckled on the swollen cockhead, as well.
This time it was Henry who had to push him away.

"Almost there," he said.  "What about some 69?"

Henry lay down on the couch and Dave positioned himself on top of him, his
knees on either side of Henry's handsome face to present his cock to him.
He himself once again inhaled Henry's schlong.  It tasted wonderful, and
David shivered as Henry's mouth enclosed on his engorged organ once again.
The two sexy boys panted and gasped as they sucked each other's cocks,
perfectly satisfied, perfectly happy.

Unexpectedly, David's mouth started filling up with cum, and that was
enough to send him over the edge, as well.  He masturbated Henry's fat
shaft to get every drop of spooge out of the big, bouncing balls and Henry
did the same to him.  Dave collapsed on top of Henry, and Henry said "oof!"

Dave rolled off.  "Thanks," he said.  "I really needed that."

Henry took a sip of wine.  "As did I," he said.  "One gets lonely just
wanking by oneself, don't you know?"

David drank too.  The wine was wonderful.  "One does know," he said.  "One
has had the same problem oneself from time to time."

Henry punched him on the shoulder.  "Now you're mocking me."

David smiled at him.  "Quite so, good sir."

"Would you perhaps care to spend the night here with me?  I have a big
bed."

"You're a big boy.  Don't you take up all of the bed?"

Henry took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa.  "Come and see."

The bed was, indeed, big.  Room for two or more.  Room for a round of
energetic fucking before bedtime, to boot.  Henry up inside David, Dave up
inside Henry.  Life was good.

***

Chapter 2



Andy woke up the next morning feeling happy, and then he remembered why.
He had become a big boy the day before, shooting his first ever pubescence
load into Taz's mouth and then masturbating his still-boy boner again to
make sure that it was so.  Taz had even spotted the first blond hairs
around Andy's penis.  Then he remembered that he had texted his buddy Troy
of the Troy and Lance twins that his cum had finally come, and he
remembered that Troy had told him to come over to their garden the next
day.  That thought gave the twelve-year-old a boner, but he didn't
masturbate.  That would be later.

It started out as normal, his parents there in the morning, mom feeding him
breakfast, then them both going off to church and then a social, Andy old
enough now to stay home during summer days when he didn't have to go to
school.  Once they were gone, though, Andy went upstairs and put on the
shorts he had worn when he was eleven.  A little tight.  A little perfect.

He went through the loose board in the wall, and Troy and Lance were
waiting for him.  Their dad and his new husband were in Paris, they had
fucked half the night, first with Kevin and then between themselves, but
they were up bright and early to see Andy's new achievement.  Andy found
the twins just like he had seen them two years ago -- lounging on beach
chairs in the warm morning sun and wearing the tiniest Speedos that were
permitted by law.  The fronts of the swimsuits were bulging.  Ten inches of
boner in there, at least six soft.

"You got a boner already, dude?"  Lance said.  Andy hadn't put on the tight
shorts accidentally.  He knew that they would show his cock without showing
it.

"Pull 'em off," Troy said impatiently.  "Lance and I were talking about you
getting cum last night.  If you jerk off for us now, which cumshot will
that be?"

"The fourth one," Andy admitted.  "In Taz's mouth the first time, but I
didn't really believe it, but we jerked off together after, and yeah.  It
was there.  I did it one more time before I went to sleep."

The twins pulled down their swimsuits, and their big dicks came into view.

"Will you jerk off for us?"  Lance asked.  His cock was hard.

Andy grinned at them.  He knew how much he turned the brothers on.  He took
his time taking off his shorts, and his wiener was, indeed, in big bone.
Not as big as Troy and Lance's.  That would come later.

Andy began masturbating his boy penis, just twelve years old, but empowered
with the sperm.  He was just like the twins now, able to contribute proof
that his dick was mature.

***

Patrick, a little bantam rooster of a millionaire who volunteered as a
lifeguard at the beach because it allowed him to see boys and young men in
tight swimsuits, woke up and stretched.  The clock on his nightstand told
him that it was 11:30 in the morning.  Well, no wonder.  It had been a long
night.  Two years ago, Patrick had been lucky enough to fall into,
literally, a little mini-orgy held by the twins, Lance and Troy, their
friend David and their huge-cocked friend Kevin, in the dunes down at the
beach.  It was only afterward that he learned that his fellow lifeguard
Joshua, who was 19 and always stoned off his ass, had been watching and
jacking and cumming.  Patrick sucked Joshua's cock, Joshua went home and
sucked off his brother Jared.  Twice.  Their momma passed out on the couch
and snoring in the other room of the trailer where they lived.

It was 11:30 in the morning, and both Joshua and Jared were sharing
Patrick's big bed with him, Joshua next to him, Jared on the far side.
Patrick was 25 now, Jared was 21 -- if the government only knew how much
alcohol he consumed before fucking Washington believed he should be able to
do so -- and Joshua's bro was 19.  That first night Joshua had sucked
Jared's cock in their dark bedroom, the room reeking of dope, Jared had
wanted him to do it again.  Next morning, momma still snoring on the couch,
he wanted Joshua to do it again.  Patrick had taught Joshua how to suck a
man cock, and so he was grateful for the training.  He and his brother
turned on a dime, and they no longer lived in a trailer with their fat,
drunk momma.  The two of them lived with Patrick, and it was all good.
Joshua had taken a two-year course in carpentry and was working at a
furniture company in town, Jared working as his assistant.  Patrick didn't
need their money, but he was happy to have his two boys earning money for
their beer and their weed.

He rubbed his eyes.  He remembered last night having Joshua's long, thin
prick up his asshole and Jared's boner lodged in his throat.  Patrick
smiled to himself.  He was horny for the two brothers, and they were horny
for him.

His stirring in the bed woke the two brothers up.

"Hey."

"Good morning."

"Yeah, good morning."

Patrick's bedmates stretched.  They both had great bodies, the natural
leanness supplemented by time spent in Patrick's gym.  Jared had been
pumping iron long before he met Patrick, just doing curls to make his arms
big, but now the boys had hotted up.  Patrick had taken them down to the
club a couple of times, giving the bartender, Sam, a look.  He'd been in
the club's sauna with them, too, their bodies slick with sweat rubbing
against each other, stroking each other, caressing each other, mouth to
mouth, body to body, cock to cock.  Cum to cum to cum.  Jared and his big
brother never even thought about how once they had considered tits and
pussy to be sexy.  Never more.

***

Andy was jacking his boy meat off to show Troy and Lance his sperm, but
then it occurred to him how he could make it even better.

"Can I suck you guys while I do it?"

The twins looked at other with delight.  "Sure," they both said together,
and two seconds later they were both in front of Andy, still short.  He
only had to bend down a little to get his mouth of Troy's erect boner,
giving it some tongue, giving it some loving.  Andy knew that he could
control his own orgasm as long as he wanted to.  He remembered a night back
when he was still spermless when he and Tad and Tad's cousin Eric had gone
for three hours naked, together with each other, doing some sucking, doing
some fucking, doing some jerking, but always stopping ... just to see how
long they could go.  Andy sucked Troy for a while, and then he switched to
Lance.  Troy got down behind him and gave his tight little bunghole a good
licking.  Andy ground back into the hot teenager's tongue.  The twins had
always turned him on.

And vice fucking versa.  Troy and Lance felt blessed to have a little
horndog living right next door, a kid who had come through the loose board
in their fence two years before after masturbating his little prick
watching them from his upstairs window.  They'd had lots of adventures with
Andy since then, but he still got them maximum bone.  The twins still had
the old catalogue of Andy in boy's suits, Andy in shorts, Andy in
swimsuits, Andy in underwear.  Now the kid was old enough to spooge some
cum out of his prick when he cummed.  That didn't make it any less sexy to
have him slobbering on their cocks.

Five minutes later, they all cummed together.  It was Troy's cock that was
in Andy's mouth when he couldn't take it any longer.  As soon as the hot
cum hit the back of Andy's throat, he went for it, too, and his cum sprayed
on the grass between Troy's muscular legs.  The boy's orgasm was enhanced
by all the cum that splattered on his downy cheek as Lance jacked his big
cock off to orgasm, too.

"Did you cum?"

Andy looked up at the two brothers, still a lot taller than him at 12 years
old, and grinned and said yeah.

"Where did it go?"

A shrug.  "I dunno."

"Were you joshing us?  Are you still dry?"

Andy shook his head.  "No!"

" Well, we'll just have to get you to cum again."

Andy knew what that meant.  Four strong arms picked him up and deposited
him on one of the lawn chairs in the lawn.  Four strong hands and two very
hot tongues went to work on him.  As always, Andy got every square
millimeter of his naked body licked and stroked and caressed, and when,
twenty minutes later they finally let him, he let go a cumshot that both
brothers saw, all the way up to his chest, the brothers competing to see
which one could get his tongue in that jism first.

***

It was already afternoon in Europe.  Jeff and Tom were at a café in the
5th Arrondissement of Paris.  They had read on the Internet that "In short,
French teenagers are everywhere, and in my experience down these tiny rues
they walk in packs making it cumbersome to get around."  Two of those
teenagers were sitting at the table with them.

The flight to Paris had been wonderful, Jeff and Tom now married for one
whole day.  They had fucked in the bathroom on the plane and sucked off
their flight attendant to thank him for good service.  And now they were in
Paris.  They weren't actually staying in the 5th Arrondissement, they were
staying at the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re, which was ridiculously expensive,
but the two lawyers could afford it.  After all, it was their honeymoon.

The two teenagers were called Henri and Lucien.  They were good friends
since childhood, mutual cocksuckers from the age of eleven and nine, lovers
ever since.  They bonded with Jeff and Tom, Jeff letting Tom do all the
talking, because as a Canadian, he spoke French, where Jeff got by with
"bonjour" and "merci."  It was clear that the two boys were interested in
them, and they were surely interested in the two boys.  Henri was tall and
with hooded dark eyes, black hair cascading over his forehead.  He was
wearing a pair of tight jeans and a hoodie.  He was 19 to Lucien's 17.
Lucien had lighter brown hair and deep green eyes, also dressed in jeans,
but wearing a T-shirt reading "Paris St Germain FC."  A local soccer team.

They were back at the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re half an hour later, the two
teenagers gaping at the opulence of the hostelry.  Tom and Jeff were in the
Deluxe Suite, which had two floors, a huge balcony and a bathroom that was
larger than Henri or Lucien's bedroom.  From the balcony, they could see
the Eiffel tower nearby.

Henri and Lucien didn't exactly come from the streets.  Henri's pere was a
member of the French Senate, his maman a distinguished theatrical star.
Lucien' s father owned a company that manufactured ball bearings and such
for industrial purposes.  Both boys lived very comfortable lives, indeed,
but neither of them had ever been in the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re.  They
didn't know anyone who had been, either.

As they gazed at the monument, leaning over the railings of the balcony,
two sets of arms encircled them from behind, Jeff on Henri and Tom on
Lucien.  The two boys leaned back into the men as the men's hands roamed
over their tight, muscular bodies.  Jeff's hands slid over the
19-year-old's big chest and down to his six-pack abs.  Henri and Lucien
took care of their bodies, that was for sure.  Tom went straight for the
bonus, his hand on Lucien's crotch and feeling the eight-inch uncut French
cock that was in there, getting rapidly hard and making Lucien increasingly
uncomfortable in his underwear.

***

A few hundred miles away, at Cambridge, there was some shagging going on.
Reginald was bent over his bed in the dorm where he was living, and a bloke
called Nigel was porking him hard with his fat British cock.  Reggie just
adored living in England.  Back home he had been known for putting on a
faux British accent and pretending to be the son of aristocracy.  Here, in
Britain, he knew that that wouldn't fly, so he was just Reginald Thompson
from over the pond, thank you very much.  He was reading international
relations, his major back home, and doing well.  Nigel was in one of his
classes, and they eyes had met and clicked the very first day Reggie, a bit
nervous, was there.

Reginald Thompson was 6'0, with dark hair and blue eyes.  He was a
perfectly good looking young man, but his airs had kept many guys in
America at arm's length.  Nigel was about Reggie's height, but with
reddish-brown hair, deep brown eyes and a smile that enchanted Reginald
from the get go, particularly because unlike many of his fellow British,
Nigel had good teeth.  After classes that first day, Reginald still a bit
jet lagged, Nigel had shown him all around Cambridge, the ancient and
hallowed buildings, the Fitzwilliam Library, the works.  For the first
time, Reggie, who had never been to Europe, ate at a proper British pub.
He had fish and chips and pretended to like the mushy peas that came with
them.  The beer was wonderful.  The two young men played footsie under the
table while they ate and learned more about each other, and an hour later
they were in Reginald's dorm room, both of them naked, both of them
passionate, kissing, caressing, stroking.  Reggie, whose cock stretched to
a bit more than six inches when erect, was relieved that Nigel wasn't hung
like a moose, either.  Reginald had been brought into the world of
receptive ass fucking by Henry, and he had thought that he would be split
in half.  Nigel's todger fit nicely into his bum, Reggie on his back on the
bed, his legs up in the air, the handsome Brit gazing into his eyes as he
rammed him.  They'd been boyfriends ever since.  Nigel had even taken
Reginald to meet his parents in his home town of Manchester, and that
weekend had been family business during the day and Canal Street with its
myriad bars in the evening.  Reggie couldn't believe the hordes of cute
young men wandering around in their shorts and tight shirts.  He didn't
look too hard, though.  He was falling in love with Nigel.

***



Dave woke up in Henry's big bed.  He had to pee like a racehorse.  Henry's
arms were wrapped around him, spooning him, so he very carefully lifted his
friend's right arm to scoot out.  He trotted to the bathroom and let go.
Aaaaah, that was wonderful.  He ran water over his hands and went back into
the bedroom.  Henry was awake.

"Good morning, handsome."

" Good morning yourself.  Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," Dave said.  "Thanks for letting me stay over."

"Thanks for staying over.  I had a lovely time last night.  The wedding,
the reception ... the aftermath."

Dave dove into bed, making them both bounce.  He went to kiss Henry, but
Henry turned his head away.

"Not yet, luv.  I'm afraid I forgot to clean my teeth last night, and I am
quite afraid that my breath smells of a dragon.  And not the fiery end,
either."

Dave gently pulled Henry's face toward his and pecked him on the lips.  "I
don't care."  Henry's lips opened, and Dave's tongue slid in.  The two
handsome boys wrapped their arms around each other for a few minutes of
kissing.  Hands roamed across muscular bodies and found two cocks, both of
them hard.

Henry's blond head disappeared under the blanket, and Dave's prick was
engulfed in warmth.  He lay back in the pillows and sighed happily.  Two
years earlier he had been dating a big-titted girl called Betsy, and right
when he had encountered Troy and Lance in the sauna at the club and been
taught that big-titted girls have nothing on hard-bodied, big-dicked boys,
she had texted him to dump him.  He had never seen her again, but he had
seen lots of the twins and their friends.  Since that time, Dave had come
out to his family.  His parents hadn't exactly danced a jig, but they were
accepting.  Dave's sister Meaghan was a different story.  She had joined
some kind of fundamentalist cult, much to her Roman Catholic parents'
horror, and had told Dave in no uncertain terms that if he was one of those
homosexual types, then she would have nothing to do with him.  Dave, still
in college and pursuing his degree in journalism, was still living at home,
while Meghan was not.  He no longer had the curfew that he had had when
younger.  Staying out all night was not unacceptable.

The mouth disappeared from Dave's cock, and a voice muffled by the blankets
said: "I'm doing all the work here, mate."  Dave smiled to himself and dove
under the blankets, too.  It was time for some sixty-nine.

***

Andy and the twins were lying in the sun, a bit exhausted from their
morning sexual adventures.  Troy's phone buzzed.

"That was Kevin," he said.  "He says he forgot something at our house last
night."  What the SMS actually said was that Kevin had forgotten his pot
pipe, but Troy wasn't about to say that in front of Andy.  There were
limits, after all.

"Tell him to come over," his brother said with a grin.  "Andy's never met
him."

Troy's fingers flew over the little keyboard, and a minute later, the phone
buzzed again.  "He'll be here in 20 minutes."

And he was.  Troy had texted him that they were in the back yard, and when
Kevin came around the corner in his habitual overalls, he stopped in his
tracks.  The twins were dressed in their skimpiest bathing suits and looked
too good to be allowed.  And there was a young boy on the third beach chair
wearing a pair of shorts and peering at him.  A cute young boy.

Actually Andy was peering at Kevin's crotch.  It looked like there was a
boa constrictor in there.  He felt his dick starting to plump up.  If Troy
and Lance knew this dude, then they had probably seen him naked.

"Hey," Lance called from his chair.  "What's up?"

"Not much," Kevin replied.  "What's up with you."

Lance gave his crotch a rub.  "I can tell you what'll be up soon."

Kevin's eyes flashed across Andy.  "Don't you ever stop?"

"Why should I?  Yesterday was yesterday.  Today is today.  Andy, I can see
you drooling.  Go on over there and show our friend what you know how to
do."

Andy hopped off the chair and Kevin just stood there as the young boy came
up to him, gave him a heartbreaking smile, and put his hand on the front of
his overalls.

***

Jeff, Tom, Henri and Lucien were in the Jacuzzi that was part of their
opulent suite.  Below the water line, hands were all over the place.  The
two French boys were awed at the massive size of Jeff's cock and at the
big, big muscles on his friend.  The two married Americans were enchanted
with the two boys who spoke some, but not a lot of English, and were both
cute as buttons, too.

Henri: "Can I ... um .. how you say eet ..."  He mimed sucking a cock with
his hand.

Lucien: "Oui, moi aussi, s'il vous plait."

Tom smiled at him: "Soyez mon invite."

Jeff and Tom hefted themselves out of the Jacuzzi and sat on its edge.  The
two French boys crawled over and opened up their mouths, and they quickly
proved that the French have good reason to have reputations as love makers.
The two French boys went down on the two Americans hard, putting all of
their talents to use.  Three minutes later, Jeff and Tom were cross-eyed,
their tongues in each other's mouth while their big cocks were being
sucked.

Under the water, Henri and Lucien had big bone, too.  They jacked their
cocks as they sucked off the American visitors, still awed to be in a
Jacuzzi in a Parisian hotel.  For a little while it seemed like it would be
a race to see which of them would cum first, but Tom and Jeff weren't about
to get all the pleasure.  They pushed the two French teens' heads away and
lifted them up in their strong arms and set them on the side of the
whirlpool, and one minute later they had the two boys gasping and squirming
as their French cocks got deep-throated.  Merde!  They had been sucking
each other off for more than a decade, but these hommes d'Amerique were
something else.  The two of them had just been strolling the streets of the
5th Arrondissement when Henri's eye had been caught by the eye of the one
Lucien was sucking, the one with the gymnast's muscles visible under his
shirt.  Two minutes later they'd been sitting at the hommes table, and
right away there had been American hands on them and French hands on the
Americans.  Henri and Lucien were not neophytes.  And right now Henri was
amazing Jeff with his deep-throating skills, Tom was getting seriously
twitchy with the oral loving that young Lucien was giving to his rod.

***

Andy couldn't believe the size of the dick he was fondling through denim.
Lance and Troy had big enough dicks, but this one was bigger.  Kevin just
stood there, learning something new, when this little kid no higher than a
grasshopper unzipped the front of his overalls, stuck his hand in there,
got his cock out and then dropped to his knees and took it in his mouth.
At first the farm boy's big rod hung down in Andy's slobbering mouth, the
cockhead getting the good oral loving.  When it got hard, Andy had to stand
up, because Kevin was six foot tall, and he was not.  He took the thick
shaft in his fist and went back to the cockhead and a few inches below
that.  Andy's dick was ferociously hard again, whose wouldn't be sucking a
cock like that, and Lance noticed.  He hopped off his chair, stripped off
his swimsuit and was there like a flash, down between Andy's legs and the
12-year-old's newly spermed boner lodged inside his mouth.  Lance was
hoping that he'd get a taste of Andy's cum.

Troy wasn't about to be left out.  He walked over to the tableau of Andy
sucking Kevin and Lance sucking Andy and thought for two seconds about
whether to get down on the grass and get busy with his brother's cock, or
get behind Kevin and stick his face between the young man's butt cheeks.
He elected for the latter of the options, and Kevin groaned as the tongue
caressed and then penetrated his bunghole.  He had just come over to pick
up his ganja pipe, and now he had a little kid sucking his cock and one of
the two twins licking at his bunghole and the other one sucking the kid.
Kevin didn't know whether it was morning or evening, he just knew that he
didn't want to be anywhere else.  He felt Troy's tongue on and in his ass.
He felt Andy's little mouth suckling away at his huge cock and Andy's
little hand on his big, big balls.  He saw Lance jacking off his big cock
down there on the grass, blowing the neighbor boy's little boner.

And Kevin lost it right then and there.  The load of cum that started
pouring into Andy's mouth was meant for four men, five men.  Andy took it
all.  Troy and Lance, and their dad, and their dad's lover had all squirted
loads into his mouth in the past, and his boy prick exploded into Lance's
mouth as this new guy's balls unloaded themselves into him.  Lance grinned
around Andy's boner as it ejaculated its sperm onto his tongue.  Troy would
never forgive him for being the first to get the boy's cum inside himself..
Troy heard the other three going through their gyrations and figured why
not?  His cumshot with his tongue still in Kevin's ass splashed through
Kevin's legs and all over Lance's hot body.

When it was over, and Kevin, the twins and Andy had disentangled themselves
from each other, Kevin felt dizzy.  Yeah, he had got his cock sucked for
the first time by another guy by Reginald, who he roomed with one year in
college and who he thought was now in England doing something.  He had done
porn, putting his big prick up inside other guys' asses, getting them to
suck him, sucking them.  But he had never been sucked off by a twelve year
old kid, and the experience rocked and opened up his world even further.

***

In Paris, they also all cummed together.  Now it was Henri and Lucien
grinding their hard butts against the tile of the edge of the Jacuzzi, Tom
and Jeff between their legs, making them feel unbelievable.  They blasted
their loads together, the two FreHey, dudes.  Some of you may remember an
earlier series called "Andy and the Surfer Boys."  13 chapters, the
directory is dated August 24, 2013.  If you read it, this is the
continuation of the story, two years on.  Enjoy.  First two chapters here.
We'll see where it goes from here.  Those who haven't read the previous
series, pretty much everyone in the first two chapters of this series
appeared in the first one.  You may wanna read the first one to get caught
up on who they are and how they got to where they are now.  In one way or
another, this a story about guys of various generations going at each other
hammer and tongs.  If that is not your cup of tea, please go and read
something else.  And always remember -- fantasy can be just as good as
reality.  Here we go:

Chapter 1

"Jeffrey Adam Edison, will you take this man to be your lawfully wedded
husband, forever to have and to hold, to love and cherish ... and to be
naughty with to both your hearts' content?"

Jeff turned his head to look at the man who had become the love of his life
and said "I do."

"Tomasz Eliazs Krakow, same question."

Tom smiled at his colleague and lover and said "Of course I do."

"In the name of the goddess and the holy spirit of love, and by the power
vested in me by the great State of California, I now pronounce you husband
and husband.  I bid you peace and wish you a lifetime of happiness.  You
may kiss the groom.  And so may you."

The group gathered to witness the wedding burst into raucous applause, none
more so than Jeff's sons, Lance and Troy.  The happy couple was dressed to
the nines, pale gray cutaways sewn especially for them.  Standing next to
them, also in their fancy duds, were Jeff's witness, David Seamus O'Malley,
red-haired and handsome, and Tom's witness, Henry Wilson, back in
California from his native London to pursue a career in film.  The pastor,
Evelyn Jason-Jones from the local Metropolitan Community Church, beamed at
everyone.  A married lesbian herself, she just adored conducting same-sex
weddings and had done so many times since the lifting of California's ban
on the practice.

Jeff had hired Tom as a legal assistant two years previous, and they had
become lovers almost immediately, the high-powered attorney with the
foot-long hot dog between his legs and the former competitive gymnast from
Canada who was drop-dead good looking and well-hung, too.  Tom had recently
passed the bar, and Jeff had immediately made him a partner.  Edison,
Krakow and Associates handled numerous major clients, but also did a lot of
pro bono work.  Jeff and Tom were among the lawyers helping to prepare
briefs for the Supreme Court gay marriage case that was pending in the
spring of 2015.

Dave and Henry were friends of the family or, more specifically, friends of
Troy and Lance, who collected men and boys like other guys collect baseball
cards or stamps.  Identical, blond, gorgeous, sexy – the twins had
seduced Dave in a sauna and Henry in the back seat of a car.  The brothers
had sex with each other, with their dad and their newly minted stepfather,
and just about anyone who caught their fancy.  They were 19, Troy in
pre-law at the university and Lance working as an assistant for one of the
hottest film directors in town.  It was he who had told the director about
Henry, the son of a British diplomat, outrageously handsome and talented.
Henry had been attending Oxford, reading economics, but he soon found that
he missed California and his friends there, so he hopped a plane and was
back in LA.  The director found that he had to exercise every single bit of
self-control that he had not to jump the young man's bones when he first
appeared in his office to audition for a secondary role in an upcoming
film.  It was just as well, because Lance had sucked Henry's big limey cock
to a splashing orgasm in the back seat of the limo that was bringing them
to the studio.  Even without the jumping of the bones, Henry passed the
audition with flying colors.  The role required him to play an evil British
spy, and he thought that he could handle that.

The reception for the wedding was held at the local country club, where
Troy and Lance had turned Dave O'Malley from a straight boy into a gay boy,
where Henry had played nice with Reginald, and where Sam, the bartender,
had always been prepared to lock the door to the pool and sauna area when
the rascally twins were having their way with each other and with others
back there.  Sam had worked hard with Jeff and Tom on the wedding banquet,
and the club's chefs had outdone themselves.  Lobster bisque, scallops on
the shell and fried clams (a particular favorite of Tom's) to start, a
choice of Kobe filet and sea bass as the main dish, and a towering wedding
cake to finish up.  Everyone cheered as Jeff and Tom fed each other cake.

The party went on until 7:00 PM specifically, because Tom and Jeff had a
flight to catch.  They were taking the overnight flight to Paris, where
they were going to spend a week on their honeymoon.  Troy and Lance had
worked hard on attaching things to the limousine – not just the
traditional beer cans, but also two dildos and several packets of condoms.
Lots of hugs and kisses and well wishes, and they were gone.

The twins, David and Henry went back into the club.  Sam smiled at them.
He'd known all four of them carnally in the past and was very fond of the
boys.  He popped open a bottle of Veuve Cliquot (never mind that his guests
were still technically underage – after all, it was a wedding) and
poured four glasses.  They sat down at a table.

"That was great," Lance said.  "I'm so glad for dad."

"I thought you were going to start blubbering," Troy, always the smartass,
teased him.

Lance punched him on the shoulder.  "Look who's talking.  You're the one
who always gets the waterworks when we watch movies."

"It's true," his brother admitted.  "I'm a sucker for a good story."

Lance turned to David.  "Have you heard from Reginald?"

David shook his head.  "Nope.  One E-mail when he first got there, nothing
since then.  I bet he's working his way through the British aristocracy."
Reggie was in England, taking a semester at Cambridge.  The son of ordinary
American people, once the roommate of a young man called Kevin, he had once
been known for putting on airs as if he were to the manor born.

Troy's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.  He took it out and looked at
the message.  The message read "It happened!  Me and Taz, and it happened!
:)"

Troy's face lit up.  "That was from Andy," he said.  "The kid's got cum!"

"Who's Andy?" Henry asked.

"Oh, that's right.  You've never met him.  He's a kid who lives next door
to us, and he's a horny little guy."

Troy was right.  The first time he and his brother had encountered Andy,
the boy had been standing at his bedroom window and frantically
masturbating his little boy boner while staring that the sexy twins sunning
themselves in the next door yard.  Troy, never shy, had invited him to come
over, and a series of blowjobs later, Andy had basically become a part of
the twins' family.  He was a fantastically good looking kid, regularly
appearing in the pages of department store catalogues and, more recently,
taking part in several television commercials.  He had blond hair and
emerald green eyes, and the camera loved him.

As suggested by the SMS, Andy was with his friend Taz, so known because as
a child he had been such a whirlwind of activity that he'd been described
as akin to the Tasmanian Devil from the only Loony Tunes cartoons.  Andy
and Taz had found out that they both liked getting sexy with boys at the
same time, Andy having caroused with the twins, and Taz had been brought
into the world of cock-on-cock fun by his cousin Eric.  They had just been
69ing, head to toe, mouth to boner, and when they came at the same time, as
they usually did, Taz felt a few small shots of spooge shoot onto his
tongue even as his own cock was exploding dryly in Andy's slobbering mouth.

Taz sat up.  "Hey, look!"  He stuck his tongue out.

"What?"

"Can't you see?  You shot cum in my mouth!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!  Come on, let's jerk off again.  You'll see."

Andy was game.  The boys sat down on the bed, backs to the wall, propped up
against pillows, and got busy.  They knew each other intimately, and hardly
a day passed when the two of them didn't have orgasms in each other's
presence.  They were careful.  Neither Andy's parents nor Taz's were aware
of the fact that their sons were having sex with one another.  Right now
they were at Taz's house, and his parents, who were both university
professors, were teaching evening classes even though it was Saturday.
That was why hip hop music was blaring from Taz's I-phone.  The p's would
never have tolerated that.

Andy and Taz stared at each other's dicks while they masturbated.  They had
been friends since kindergarten, and they reveled in their intimate
relationship.  Even though they had just cum, it took just a couple of
minutes for them to tense up for another blast, and sure enough, there was
semen on Andy's stomach and fist.

"Wow," Taz said.  He leaned over and licked up the spooge.  "That's
awesome.  And look, you've got a couple of hairs!"  Because Andy was so
blond, the hairs were barely visible, but they were there.

"I'm gonna text Troy," Andy said.  "He told me he wanted me to let him
know."

Two minutes after he sent the text, the reply came: "You did that without
me and Lance being there???!!!!"

"Sorry."

"That's OK, but you best believe you're gonna come over to our house
tomorrow!"

"OK."

It was getting late, and Andy had to go home.  He and Taz spent a minute
kissing and trading spit, and he was off.  Taz looked down at his little
wiener and frowned.  He was three months younger than Andy.  When would he
become a big boy?  He could still taste Andy's virginal cum on his tongue,
and he sat back down on the bed to jerk his boy dick one more time.  Would
it happen?  The orgasm was wonderful, as it always was, but it was still
dry.  Oh, well.  Maybe next time.

***

When Troy and Lance got home, they automatically looked up at the window of
the house next door where, a few years earlier, they had seen Andy
masturbating.  The window was dark.  The twins went inside, grabbed bottles
of water from the fridge and went into the den to watch some TV.  Lance
suddenly jumped up.

"Wait!  There's something from the Internet I want to show you."  He picked
up his iPhone from the coffee table and went to Grindr, the site where men
looked for other men.  He paged through the listings.  "Here we go.  Look."

On the small screen was a lanky young man with a ginormous piece of meat.
He was staring into the camera and massaging his massive tool.  The entry
read "Steve, 20, 6'2, 150, 11", into oral, anal.  Think you can take me?"

"Steve?" Troy asked.  "Isn't that ..."

"Yeah," Lance affirmed.  "It's that guy Kevin who Reginald was all whipped
up about."

"Geez, I had forgotten what a huge cock he has!"

"There's a mobile phone number listed."

Troy grinned at his brother.  "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Lance was already dialing.  "Hi!  I don't know if you remember me.  My
name's Lance, and me and my brother Troy ...  uh, huh.  ... Yeah, that day
at the beach.  We went surfing. ... No, you did great ...  Anyway, we're
just at home, bored ... yeah, both of us ... Do you think you maybe wanna
come over? ... Yeah, that would be great. ... OK, see you in half an hour."
He clicked off.

"He's coming, and he says he's got some weed."

"Fantastic," Troy said.  "We're all out.  Stupid Julio for going to
Mexico."  Julio was their dealer.  He was a tiny little guy, barely 5'
tall, but coming out of the ghetto of Los Angeles he was scrappy and
muscular, and his eight-inch uncut cock looked bigger just because its
owner was so small.  Troy and Lance didn't pay for their weed.  Payment was
Lance's cock up Julio's ass while Julio slobbered over Troy's tool.  He had
gone back to Mexico for a sister's wedding, promising to be back in a week.

The brothers trotted upstairs to change out of the suits that they had worn
to their dad's wedding.  They knew they looked spectacular in the suits,
but they also knew that they looked spectacular in almost anything.
Particularly when they put on their silky shorts and tight muscle T's.

It was the silky shorts and muscle T's that greeted Kevin when Troy opened
the door half an hour later.  The tall farm boy, as always, was wearing
overalls and, also as always, his cock was hanging halfway down to his knee
on the left side.  He was carrying two six-packs of Corona.

"Lord have mercy, look at you," were the first words out of his mouth when
he saw the sensuous blond boy standing in the doorway.  Kevin had gone from
breeder to cocksucker in one 24-hour period.  He had had a dream in which
his girlfriend Elaine was giving him a blowjob, and then all of a sudden it
wasn't her, it was her brother doing the sucking.  When he woke up, with a
hangover that was threatening to split his head open, he remembered the
dream, and a few minutes later he was watching gay porn on his laptop and
liking it.  Reginald had walked in on him, and Kevin had gotten his first
gay blowjob while awake.  And liked it.  Reginald's friend David had
brought Kevin to meet the twins, and the rest was history.

"Come in, come in." Troy took the six-packs from Kevin's hands.  "I'll put
these in the fridge.  You want one?"

"Does the bear shit in the woods?"

Troy grinned.  "Be right back."  He went into the kitchen, put the beers in
the refrigerator and popped open three cans.  When he got back to the
living room, Kevin and Lance were sitting on the couch, their knees
touching and their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Getting busy already?"

Kevin smiled at him.  "I thought we could have us some smoke first."  He
put his hand in his pocket and came out with a small metal pipe and a
little plastic bag.

"Yeah," Lance said.  "I always get horny when I'm high."

"You always get horny no matter what else you're doing," Troy told him.  "I
should know.  I haven't had a good night's sleep in years."

Kevin laughed.  "Is he that bad?"

"Well, not really.  He doesn't get any sleep either."  That wasn't really
true.  The twins slept like babies most nights, but it hardly ever happened
that they didn't have an orgasm or two before they did.  They had been
playing around with one another since prepubescence, and they could turn
each other on with just a look.  Both of them were happy that the other one
didn't have a jealous bone in his body, because the twins were just as
happy sharing their goodies with others as they were partying by
themselves.

Kevin filled the pipe, lit it, took a deep puff, and passed it to Lance,
who did the same, and then on to Troy, who also did the same.

"Aaah," Kevin said, releasing a plume of smoke from his lungs.  "That's the
ticket."

"Jesus," Lance said, releasing his own breath.  "What is this stuff?  I'm
high from just one hit."

"A friend of mine bought it up at one of them pot shops in Oregon," Kevin
said.  "I guess they breed it special up there."

"I guess so," Troy said.  "I'm higher than a kite!"

"Y'all wanna see something?" Kevin asked.  Lance put his hand on the front
of the farm boy's overalls.

"Is this what you have in mind?"

Kevin took his hand off his crotch.  "Yeah, but look at this first."  From
his other pocket he produced a small memory stick.  "Will this hook up to
y'all's TV set?"

Troy took it.  "I think so."  He walked over to the huge TV on the other
side of the room and plugged the memory stick in.  "What are we gonna see?"

"You just wait," Kevin said.  "How do you turn this thing on?"

Lance took the remote control from him and pushed a few buttons.  The
screen opened up to a list of files.

"I never did understand why these here things have a zillion buttons,"
Kevin said.  "What do they all do?"

"I don't know," Lance said.  "Which file do you want?"

"The third one from the top," Kevin said.  Lance paged down and pushed a
button.  What appeared was an FBI warning about not distributing the
content to anyone else, not showing it to minors, and so on.  Next the name
of the studio – American Male.  The title of the video – "Biggest of
All," and then starring – up came a picture of Kevin holding his massive
tool in his hand and leering at the camera.  Underneath it said "Steve
Overload."

"Steve Overload?" Troy said.  "Did you think of that yourself?"

Kevin grinned.  "Nope, the studio gave it to me.  I've been doing me some
porn movies to earn money.  College just wasn't for me."

"Should we zoom ahead?"

"Sure." Lance pushed another button and the video moved forward.

"Stop here."

On screen was Kevin with three other young men, two of them white, one of
them black and all with enormous dongs.  They were all on a huge bed, and
they were going at each other hammer and tongs.

As if on cue, Troy and Lance yanked off their silky shorts.  Their big
cocks rose to full glory.

"This is awesome," Lance said.  "Who are those other guys?"

"The black dude goes by the name of Ransom," Kevin said.  "The other two
are brothers just like y'all.  Steve and Ricky, but the studio calls `em
Bryce and Brett.  Dunno why.  They ain't twins, though, like y'all.  You
can see that."

"They're cute," Troy said, massaging his muscle while he watched.  "Do you
see them outside of the studio?"

"Yeah," Kevin said.  "We do stuff like go motorcycle riding and stuff like
that together."

"Do you also do naked stuff together?"

Kevin blushed.  "Well, yeah.  Sometimes."

"Speaking of naked," Lance said.  "How about you get them overalls off,
cowboy?"

Kevin stood up, unbuttoned the shoulder buttons on his overalls and let
them drop.  There it was – the massive cock that haunted Reginald's
dreams and had given such pleasure to the twins a few years back.  There
was a bit of a struggle between the two brothers as to who would get the
gigantic tool in his mouth first.  Lance won, and Troy pouted.

"Fuck yeah," Kevin purred.  "Suck that cock."  And then to Troy: "Come on
over here."

Troy climbed onto the couch and presented his cock to Kevin, who inhaled it
greedily.  Lance wasn't the only one who got horny when he got high.

***

When Andy got home, his parents were in the living room watching TV.  His
mom made him come over and give her a kiss, which he did.

"Did you have a good time at Taz's, honey?" she said.

"Yeah, mom," Andy replied.  Then he stretched and added, "It's getting
late.  I'm going to bed, OK?"

"Sleep tight," his dad said.

Andy went up to the second floor, had a pee and brushed his teeth.  He went
into his bedroom and looked out the window at Jeff's house.  He had had
some great times there.  He stripped off and took his penis between his
fingers.  The image of Lance and Troy naked popped into his brain, and he
dropped down on his bed.  Andy thought about the twins, he thought about
Taz, he thought about a Russian circus artist he had met a few years back,
he thought about Taz's cousin, and when he cummed a few minutes later, a
spurt of cum actually smacked him on the chin.  Andy scooped it all up and
licked it off.  He crawled under the blankets and was asleep in seconds.
No pajamas for him tonight.  During the night his dick rose again and again
as Andy dreamed of boys with their wieners.

***

"Who's up for some fucking?"

"Me first this time," Troy insisted.  He got up from the couch and got down
on all fours on the lush carpeting.  "Come and give it to me."

Kevin positioned himself behind the handsome blond boy, spit in his hand
and lubed up his cock.  Then he slowly pushed inside Troy's tight teenage
asshole.  Troy gasped and arched his back.  Big cocks always hurt a little
bit at first, but he knew the payoff would be the feeling that he was on
the top of the world.

Lance, too, got off the couch and sat down on the carpet in front of his
brother, his legs spread.  Troy dove down on the beautiful cock eagerly,
his nose bumping up against his twin's curlies.  Troy was an expert deep
throat man.  Lance sighed happily.  He adored his brother.

***

In the first class cabin of the airplane flying from Los Angeles to Paris,
two seats were empty, and the sign on the lavatory said that it was
occupied.  Inside, Jeff was sitting on the toilet and Tom was sitting on
his cock, bouncing up and down, his own prick as hard as a rock.  Both men
were panting heavily.

"I'm about there, lover," Jeff said.  "Ready?"

Tom grabbed his cock and started yanking.  "Ready."  He heard his husband
give a little moan, and then his ass started filling up with cum.  He gave
his big tool another couple of jerks, and cum flew all over the little
lavatory.  Tom panted and groaned.  Jeff always got him off in the best
possible way.

Jeff kissed the back of Tom's neck.  "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Tom.
First time for you?"

Tom chuckled.  "Yeah, but I bet not for you."

"It's true," Jeff admitted.  "When I was 16, I went on an exchange trip to
Germany, and a classmate of mine and I did it.  That was cattle class, and
we only sucked each other off, but it counted."

Tom stood up, and the massive tool slipped out of his hole.  "We need to
clean up in here."

Jeff unrolled a wad of toilet paper.  "Jesus, you even got some on the
mirror!"

The newly married men tidied themselves up and exited the lavatory.  As
they opened the door, they heard a crash.  The first class steward was
sprawled on the floor, as was the tray on which he had been carrying a
bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Oh, my god," Tom gasped.  "I'm so, so sorry."

The young man got to his feet and smiled a professional smile.  "That's
quite alright, sir.  I was the one who was careless.  I was bringing this
wine for you, seeing as how you're the only ones in first class with us
tonight."

"That's very kind of you," Jeff said.  "Are you hurt at all?"

"No, sir.  Thanks for asking."  The steward bent over to pick up the bottle
and the broken glasses.  Thankfully, the bottle hadn't been opened yet, or
there would have been a hellacious mess.  Jeff and Tom watched and were
both thinking that the steward had a pretty little butt in his uniform.  He
looked to be in his twenties, with the neatly cut brown hair of one in his
profession.

"We'd be pleased to make it up to you," Jeff said.  "What's your name
anyway?"

The young man pointed at his nametag, which read "Anton."

"Sorry," Jeff said with a grin.  "Nice to meet you, Anton.  If you don't
mind my saying so, you are very handsome."

Anton smiled back at him.  "Thank you, sir.  If you don't mind my saying
so, so are you.  And you," he added, looking at Tom.

"Any chance we might see what's inside that uniform, Anton?"

Anton shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but the airline does not allow us to
fraternize with the passengers.  I'm sure you understand."

"I do.  But, as you already pointed out, we're the only ones in first class
tonight.  Who's going to know?"

Anton looked around nervously, but Jeff was right.  There was no one else
there, and the curtain leading to cattle class was closed tight.  He tilted
his head toward the lavatory: "But didn't you just ..."

Tom smiled at him.  "We did.  But we're young, and Jeff here can't sleep on
airplanes."

Anton wrestled with himself, but only for a moment.  He missed his
boyfriend back home, even though the kid was a needy bastard.  Still, there
were still six hours in the flight, and ...

"OK, but let's be quick about it, OK?"

Jeff pointed to the front row seat.  "Have a seat, friend."

Anton sat, and immediately he had hands all over him.  Tom unzipped his
uniform pants and fished out his beautiful cock.  Anton was of Czech
extraction, and he had big dicks among his forebears.  He gasped as his
tool disappeared inside Tom's hot, wet mouth.  He heard another zipper
coming down and turned his head.  Lord have mercy, but what a cock Jeff
had.  Anton dove in.

***

"Let's swap," Lance suggested.  "I need to get my ass reamed, too."

Kevin pulled his huge dong out of Troy's ass a bit regretfully, because he
had been within a minute or so of cumming.  The twins turned him on
powerful bad.

"How about another smoke, and then," he suggested.  The twins grinned at
him.  They were always ready for some ganja.

Kevin packed up the pipe and passed it around.  He couldn't help but notice
that Troy and Lance maintained rock hard boners while this was happening.
His own cock was flopping on the carpet, patiently waiting to be put to use
again.

When the three horny teenagers were good and dizzy again, Lance put himself
down on the floor on his back and raised his legs up.  That was how he
liked to get fucked.  Kevin had no problem fucking in any position, and his
huge tool slipped easily into Lance's eager and willing asshole.  Troy got
down on his knees and fed his prick to his sexy brother while Lance
masturbated slowly.

A minute passed and then another, and then Kevin said, "I can't wait much
longer."  The three boys were sweating like racehorses despite the air
conditioning in the house.

"Let it go," Lance said.  "Do it."

Kevin began to ram the blond boy's ass harder and harder, and then he gave
a roar, and Lance felt as if a fire hose had been turned on inside him.
Simultaneously, Troy's prick erupted in his mouth, and he guzzled greedily.

"We got this boy watertight," Kevin grunted.  Lance squeezed his ass around
the invading prick and arched his back as his own orgasm blasted through
his muscular body.  Troy got smacked straight in the face with the first
spurt and stuck out his tongue to catch the dripping spooge.  Kevin
collapsed on top of Lance and almost knocked the breath out of him.

"Jesus in a handcart," he finally said.  "I plumb forgot how hot you two
are."

"We didn't forget you ... Steve," Troy said with a grin.

Kevin shook his head.  "Steve.  Yeah, I didn't wanna use my real name on
that portal."

"You get much action there?"

The redneck nodded.  "Especially since I got into porn."

"I forgot all about that," Lance exclaimed.  They all turned toward the TV
set just in time to see Kevin ejaculating a huge stream of cum straight
into the face of one of the white boys who were with him, the black guy's
huge schlong rammed deep in his ass.

"Awesome," Troy said.  "Anyplace we can see more of you?"

"You can keep the memory stick," Kevin replied.  "I've got a couple of
those.  Some of the guys I fuck with like to have a video on while I'm
doing it."

"Sure worked for us," Lance said.  "It's been too long, dude."

***

On board the plane, Anton gave a grunt, and his big Czech cock erupted into
Tom's mouth.  Tom masturbated the fat shaft vigorously while the sperm
ejaculated across his tongue, kneading the steward's balls with his other
hand.

When Anton stopped cumming, Tom swallowed, raised his head and said, "That
was quick."

The young man blushed.  "It's been three days," he admitted.  "But how
about you guys?"

Jeff had already tucked himself back in while the steward was cumming.
"Don't worry about us.  We're just glad that we could help you out.  And,
by the way, it's not true that I can't sleep on airplanes."

Anton stuffed his dick back into his uniform.  "Well, in that case I will
leave it to you.  Are you sure you don't want one more glass of wine before
bedtime?"

Tom and Jeff were already pushing the buttons to make the seats recline.
"Thanks," Tom said.  "Maybe for breakfast."

***

And there was one more story that evening.  Dave O'Malley and Henry Wilson,
the mick and the limey, had been friends before Henry had left and ever
since the handsome Brit arrived back in America, but somehow they had never
gotten naked together since then.  They both remembered an afternoon at
Jeff's house where Dave had been one of several youngsters to gang up on
Henry when it was time for him to go back to the embassy, and another
during which the twins and Dave had nearly raped him in a car.

As they left the club, Henry said to David: "Fancy popping by at my place?
I've got a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge."

"I don't know about that," Dave said.  "I'm on my bike."

"No problem.  We'll just pitch the bike in the boot of my car.  It should
fit."

The car proved to be a massive Cadillac, and the bike did, indeed, fit in
the trunk.

"There you have it," Henry said with satisfaction.  "No more excuses now."

David smiled at him.  "None intended."

Henry was renting a luxurious apartment in West Hollywood while he worked
on the film in which he was appearing.  He wasn't being paid a huge amount
of money for the work, but his father, the diplomat, was also Lord Wilson,
a hereditary earl, and unlike many aristocratic families, the Wilsons had
not depleted the fortunes earned by their robber baron forebears.  Henry
lacked for nothing.

"Take a seat," Henry said when the two of them were inside.  "I'll go fetch
the wine and perhaps slip into something a bit more comfortable."

Dave did as he was told.  The living room was sterile white, with abstract
paintings on the walls and a lush white carpet on the floor.  There was a
video and stereo set on a cabinet along one of the walls, with a large sofa
and several upholstered chairs.

Henry reappeared carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine.  His "something
a bit more comfortable" proved to be a short robe, with just his underwear
underneath.  He put the glasses and wine on the coffee table and went to
dim the lights.

"Why, Mr. Wilson, are you trying to seduce me?" Dave said.

Henry looked at him blankly.

"It's a line from a movie called 'The Graduate'," David explained, feeling
a bit foolish.  "Dustin Hoffman says that to Anne Bancroft."

"Anne Bancroft plays a character called Mr. Wilson?"

"Don't be silly.  You're Mr. Wilson.  She was Mrs. Robinson."

"As in coo-coo-ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson?"

"Bingo.  At least you know the song."

"You'll have to show me the movie sometime.  I adore Dustin Hoffman.  Have
you seen 'Rain Man'?"

"Sure.  What about 'Tootsie'?"

"The one where he dresses up as a woman to get a job on a daytime drama?"

"That's the one."

Henry came over and sat down next to Dave.  He poured two glasses of wine
and handed one to his friend.  They clinked and drank.

"Now that you've asked, would you like me to seduce you?"

Dave smiled at him.  "I thought you'd never ask."

Henry leaned into him, and they kissed, softly at first, and then with
greater urgency, their hands all over each other's bodies.  Their mouths
still connected, Henry untied Dave's tie and tossed it aside.  Their mouths
still connected, Dave shrugged off his suit jacket, and Henry nimbly
unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt.  That went, too.  Their mouths still
connected, Henry shed his robe.  His big British cock was dying to burst
out of the shorts he was wearing.

Dave broke the connection and stood up to kick off his shoes and let his
trousers drop.  He was wearing boxer shorts, and his cock had no problem
poking out the front hole and standing up straight and proud.

"Marvelous," Henry murmured, and then he leaned forward again and inhaled
the Irishman's rigid rod.  Dave reached down and massaged Henry's cock in
the underwear for a minute and then pulled down the front of the shorts to
get at it.  The prick was long and fat, just like he remembered.  He
masturbated it gently while Henry slobbered on him.  Dave soon felt his
balls starting to roil under Henry's talented ministrations, and he pushed
the handsome face away.

"My turn."  David dropped to his knees, and Henry leaned back.  David
pulled off the underwear that had been tucked under Henry's balls and
tossed it aside.  He took the young Brit's cock in his hand.  It felt like
weighed a ton.  Precum was leaking liberally from the fat cockhead, and
Dave licked it off, earning a murmur of approval from its owner.  He took a
deep breath and opened wide.  The musky scent of Henry's genitals enveloped
him as he began to blow the big rod, gently stroking Henry's balls while he
did so.  Dave could only get about one-half of the huge tool into his
mouth, but he did his best and suckled on the swollen cockhead, as well.
This time it was Henry who had to push him away.

"Almost there," he said.  "What about some 69?"

Henry lay down on the couch and Dave positioned himself on top of him, his
knees on either side of Henry's handsome face to present his cock to him.
He himself once again inhaled Henry's schlong.  It tasted wonderful, and
David shivered as Henry's mouth enclosed on his engorged organ once again.
The two sexy boys panted and gasped as they sucked each other's cocks,
perfectly satisfied, perfectly happy.

Unexpectedly, David's mouth started filling up with cum, and that was
enough to send him over the edge, as well.  He masturbated Henry's fat
shaft to get every drop of spooge out of the big, bouncing balls and Henry
did the same to him.  Dave collapsed on top of Henry, and Henry said "oof!"

Dave rolled off.  "Thanks," he said.  "I really needed that."

Henry took a sip of wine.  "As did I," he said.  "One gets lonely just
wanking by oneself, don't you know?"

David drank too.  The wine was wonderful.  "One does know," he said.  "One
has had the same problem oneself from time to time."

Henry punched him on the shoulder.  "Now you're mocking me."

David smiled at him.  "Quite so, good sir."

"Would you perhaps care to spend the night here with me?  I have a big
bed."

"You're a big boy.  Don't you take up all of the bed?"

Henry took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa.  "Come and see."

The bed was, indeed, big.  Room for two or more.  Room for a round of
energetic fucking before bedtime, to boot.  Henry up inside David, Dave up
inside Henry.  Life was good.

***

Chapter 2



Andy woke up the next morning feeling happy, and then he remembered why.
He had become a big boy the day before, shooting his first ever pubescence
load into Taz's mouth and then masturbating his still-boy boner again to
make sure that it was so.  Taz had even spotted the first blond hairs
around Andy's penis.  Then he remembered that he had texted his buddy Troy
of the Troy and Lance twins that his cum had finally come, and he
remembered that Troy had told him to come over to their garden the next
day.  That thought gave the twelve-year-old a boner, but he didn't
masturbate.  That would be later.

It started out as normal, his parents there in the morning, mom feeding him
breakfast, then them both going off to church and then a social, Andy old
enough now to stay home during summer days when he didn't have to go to
school.  Once they were gone, though, Andy went upstairs and put on the
shorts he had worn when he was eleven.  A little tight.  A little perfect.

He went through the loose board in the wall, and Troy and Lance were
waiting for him.  Their dad and his new husband were in Paris, they had
fucked half the night, first with Kevin and then between themselves, but
they were up bright and early to see Andy's new achievement.  Andy found
the twins just like he had seen them two years ago -- lounging on beach
chairs in the warm morning sun and wearing the tiniest Speedos that were
permitted by law.  The fronts of the swimsuits were bulging.  Ten inches of
boner in there, at least six soft.

"You got a boner already, dude?"  Lance said.  Andy hadn't put on the tight
shorts accidentally.  He knew that they would show his cock without showing
it.

"Pull 'em off," Troy said impatiently.  "Lance and I were talking about you
getting cum last night.  If you jerk off for us now, which cumshot will
that be?"

"The fourth one," Andy admitted.  "In Taz's mouth the first time, but I
didn't really believe it, but we jerked off together after, and yeah.  It
was there.  I did it one more time before I went to sleep."

The twins pulled down their swimsuits, and their big dicks came into view.

"Will you jerk off for us?"  Lance asked.  His cock was hard.

Andy grinned at them.  He knew how much he turned the brothers on.  He took
his time taking off his shorts, and his wiener was, indeed, in big bone.
Not as big as Troy and Lance's.  That would come later.

Andy began masturbating his boy penis, just twelve years old, but empowered
with the sperm.  He was just like the twins now, able to contribute proof
that his dick was mature.

***

Patrick, a little bantam rooster of a millionaire who volunteered as a
lifeguard at the beach because it allowed him to see boys and young men in
tight swimsuits, woke up and stretched.  The clock on his nightstand told
him that it was 11:30 in the morning.  Well, no wonder.  It had been a long
night.  Two years ago, Patrick had been lucky enough to fall into,
literally, a little mini-orgy held by the twins, Lance and Troy, their
friend David and their huge-cocked friend Kevin, in the dunes down at the
beach.  It was only afterward that he learned that his fellow lifeguard
Joshua, who was 19 and always stoned off his ass, had been watching and
jacking and cumming.  Patrick sucked Joshua's cock, Joshua went home and
sucked off his brother Jared.  Twice.  Their momma passed out on the couch
and snoring in the other room of the trailer where they lived.

It was 11:30 in the morning, and both Joshua and Jared were sharing
Patrick's big bed with him, Joshua next to him, Jared on the far side.
Patrick was 25 now, Jared was 21 -- if the government only knew how much
alcohol he consumed before fucking Washington believed he should be able to
do so -- and Joshua's bro was 19.  That first night Joshua had sucked
Jared's cock in their dark bedroom, the room reeking of dope, Jared had
wanted him to do it again.  Next morning, momma still snoring on the couch,
he wanted Joshua to do it again.  Patrick had taught Joshua how to suck a
man cock, and so he was grateful for the training.  He and his brother
turned on a dime, and they no longer lived in a trailer with their fat,
drunk momma.  The two of them lived with Patrick, and it was all good.
Joshua had taken a two-year course in carpentry and was working at a
furniture company in town, Jared working as his assistant.  Patrick didn't
need their money, but he was happy to have his two boys earning money for
their beer and their weed.

He rubbed his eyes.  He remembered last night having Joshua's long, thin
prick up his asshole and Jared's boner lodged in his throat.  Patrick
smiled to himself.  He was horny for the two brothers, and they were horny
for him.

His stirring in the bed woke the two brothers up.

"Hey."

"Good morning."

"Yeah, good morning."

Patrick's bedmates stretched.  They both had great bodies, the natural
leanness supplemented by time spent in Patrick's gym.  Jared had been
pumping iron long before he met Patrick, just doing curls to make his arms
big, but now the boys had hotted up.  Patrick had taken them down to the
club a couple of times, giving the bartender, Sam, a look.  He'd been in
the club's sauna with them, too, their bodies slick with sweat rubbing
against each other, stroking each other, caressing each other, mouth to
mouth, body to body, cock to cock.  Cum to cum to cum.  Jared and his big
brother never even thought about how once they had considered tits and
pussy to be sexy.  Never more.

***

Andy was jacking his boy meat off to show Troy and Lance his sperm, but
then it occurred to him how he could make it even better.

"Can I suck you guys while I do it?"

The twins looked at other with delight.  "Sure," they both said together,
and two seconds later they were both in front of Andy, still short.  He
only had to bend down a little to get his mouth of Troy's erect boner,
giving it some tongue, giving it some loving.  Andy knew that he could
control his own orgasm as long as he wanted to.  He remembered a night back
when he was still spermless when he and Tad and Tad's cousin Eric had gone
for three hours naked, together with each other, doing some sucking, doing
some fucking, doing some jerking, but always stopping ... just to see how
long they could go.  Andy sucked Troy for a while, and then he switched to
Lance.  Troy got down behind him and gave his tight little bunghole a good
licking.  Andy ground back into the hot teenager's tongue.  The twins had
always turned him on.

And vice fucking versa.  Troy and Lance felt blessed to have a little
horndog living right next door, a kid who had come through the loose board
in their fence two years before after masturbating his little prick
watching them from his upstairs window.  They'd had lots of adventures with
Andy since then, but he still got them maximum bone.  The twins still had
the old catalogue of Andy in boy's suits, Andy in shorts, Andy in
swimsuits, Andy in underwear.  Now the kid was old enough to spooge some
cum out of his prick when he cummed.  That didn't make it any less sexy to
have him slobbering on their cocks.

Five minutes later, they all cummed together.  It was Troy's cock that was
in Andy's mouth when he couldn't take it any longer.  As soon as the hot
cum hit the back of Andy's throat, he went for it, too, and his cum sprayed
on the grass between Troy's muscular legs.  The boy's orgasm was enhanced
by all the cum that splattered on his downy cheek as Lance jacked his big
cock off to orgasm, too.

"Did you cum?"

Andy looked up at the two brothers, still a lot taller than him at 12 years
old, and grinned and said yeah.

"Where did it go?"

A shrug.  "I dunno."

"Were you joshing us?  Are you still dry?"

Andy shook his head.  "No!"

" Well, we'll just have to get you to cum again."

Andy knew what that meant.  Four strong arms picked him up and deposited
him on one of the lawn chairs in the lawn.  Four strong hands and two very
hot tongues went to work on him.  As always, Andy got every square
millimeter of his naked body licked and stroked and caressed, and when,
twenty minutes later they finally let him, he let go a cumshot that both
brothers saw, all the way up to his chest, the brothers competing to see
which one could get his tongue in that jism first.

***

It was already afternoon in Europe.  Jeff and Tom were at a café in the
5th Arrondissement of Paris.  They had read on the Internet that "In short,
French teenagers are everywhere, and in my experience down these tiny rues
they walk in packs making it cumbersome to get around."  Two of those
teenagers were sitting at the table with them.

The flight to Paris had been wonderful, Jeff and Tom now married for one
whole day.  They had fucked in the bathroom on the plane and sucked off
their flight attendant to thank him for good service.  And now they were in
Paris.  They weren't actually staying in the 5th Arrondissement, they were
staying at the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re, which was ridiculously expensive,
but the two lawyers could afford it.  After all, it was their honeymoon.

The two teenagers were called Henri and Lucien.  They were good friends
since childhood, mutual cocksuckers from the age of eleven and nine, lovers
ever since.  They bonded with Jeff and Tom, Jeff letting Tom do all the
talking, because as a Canadian, he spoke French, where Jeff got by with
"bonjour" and "merci."  It was clear that the two boys were interested in
them, and they were surely interested in the two boys.  Henri was tall and
with hooded dark eyes, black hair cascading over his forehead.  He was
wearing a pair of tight jeans and a hoodie.  He was 19 to Lucien's 17.
Lucien had lighter brown hair and deep green eyes, also dressed in jeans,
but wearing a T-shirt reading "Paris St Germain FC."  A local soccer team.

They were back at the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re half an hour later, the two
teenagers gaping at the opulence of the hostelry.  Tom and Jeff were in the
Deluxe Suite, which had two floors, a huge balcony and a bathroom that was
larger than Henri or Lucien's bedroom.  From the balcony, they could see
the Eiffel tower nearby.

Henri and Lucien didn't exactly come from the streets.  Henri's pere was a
member of the French Senate, his maman a distinguished theatrical star.
Lucien' s father owned a company that manufactured ball bearings and such
for industrial purposes.  Both boys lived very comfortable lives, indeed,
but neither of them had ever been in the H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re.  They
didn't know anyone who had been, either.

As they gazed at the monument, leaning over the railings of the balcony,
two sets of arms encircled them from behind, Jeff on Henri and Tom on
Lucien.  The two boys leaned back into the men as the men's hands roamed
over their tight, muscular bodies.  Jeff's hands slid over the
19-year-old's big chest and down to his six-pack abs.  Henri and Lucien
took care of their bodies, that was for sure.  Tom went straight for the
bonus, his hand on Lucien's crotch and feeling the eight-inch uncut French
cock that was in there, getting rapidly hard and making Lucien increasingly
uncomfortable in his underwear.

***

A few hundred miles away, at Cambridge, there was some shagging going on.
Reginald was bent over his bed in the dorm where he was living, and a bloke
called Nigel was porking him hard with his fat British cock.  Reggie just
adored living in England.  Back home he had been known for putting on a
faux British accent and pretending to be the son of aristocracy.  Here, in
Britain, he knew that that wouldn't fly, so he was just Reginald Thompson
from over the pond, thank you very much.  He was reading international
relations, his major back home, and doing well.  Nigel was in one of his
classes, and they eyes had met and clicked the very first day Reggie, a bit
nervous, was there.

Reginald Thompson was 6'0, with dark hair and blue eyes.  He was a
perfectly good looking young man, but his airs had kept many guys in
America at arm's length.  Nigel was about Reggie's height, but with
reddish-brown hair, deep brown eyes and a smile that enchanted Reginald
from the get go, particularly because unlike many of his fellow British,
Nigel had good teeth.  After classes that first day, Reginald still a bit
jet lagged, Nigel had shown him all around Cambridge, the ancient and
hallowed buildings, the Fitzwilliam Library, the works.  For the first
time, Reggie, who had never been to Europe, ate at a proper British pub.
He had fish and chips and pretended to like the mushy peas that came with
them.  The beer was wonderful.  The two young men played footsie under the
table while they ate and learned more about each other, and an hour later
they were in Reginald's dorm room, both of them naked, both of them
passionate, kissing, caressing, stroking.  Reggie, whose cock stretched to
a bit more than six inches when erect, was relieved that Nigel wasn't hung
like a moose, either.  Reginald had been brought into the world of
receptive ass fucking by Henry, and he had thought that he would be split
in half.  Nigel's todger fit nicely into his bum, Reggie on his back on the
bed, his legs up in the air, the handsome Brit gazing into his eyes as he
rammed him.  They'd been boyfriends ever since.  Nigel had even taken
Reginald to meet his parents in his home town of Manchester, and that
weekend had been family business during the day and Canal Street with its
myriad bars in the evening.  Reggie couldn't believe the hordes of cute
young men wandering around in their shorts and tight shirts.  He didn't
look too hard, though.  He was falling in love with Nigel.

***



Dave woke up in Henry's big bed.  He had to pee like a racehorse.  Henry's
arms were wrapped around him, spooning him, so he very carefully lifted his
friend's right arm to scoot out.  He trotted to the bathroom and let go.
Aaaaah, that was wonderful.  He ran water over his hands and went back into
the bedroom.  Henry was awake.

"Good morning, handsome."

" Good morning yourself.  Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," Dave said.  "Thanks for letting me stay over."

"Thanks for staying over.  I had a lovely time last night.  The wedding,
the reception ... the aftermath."

Dave dove into bed, making them both bounce.  He went to kiss Henry, but
Henry turned his head away.

"Not yet, luv.  I'm afraid I forgot to clean my teeth last night, and I am
quite afraid that my breath smells of a dragon.  And not the fiery end,
either."

Dave gently pulled Henry's face toward his and pecked him on the lips.  "I
don't care."  Henry's lips opened, and Dave's tongue slid in.  The two
handsome boys wrapped their arms around each other for a few minutes of
kissing.  Hands roamed across muscular bodies and found two cocks, both of
them hard.

Henry's blond head disappeared under the blanket, and Dave's prick was
engulfed in warmth.  He lay back in the pillows and sighed happily.  Two
years earlier he had been dating a big-titted girl called Betsy, and right
when he had encountered Troy and Lance in the sauna at the club and been
taught that big-titted girls have nothing on hard-bodied, big-dicked boys,
she had texted him to dump him.  He had never seen her again, but he had
seen lots of the twins and their friends.  Since that time, Dave had come
out to his family.  His parents hadn't exactly danced a jig, but they were
accepting.  Dave's sister Meaghan was a different story.  She had joined
some kind of fundamentalist cult, much to her Roman Catholic parents'
horror, and had told Dave in no uncertain terms that if he was one of those
homosexual types, then she would have nothing to do with him.  Dave, still
in college and pursuing his degree in journalism, was still living at home,
while Meghan was not.  He no longer had the curfew that he had had when
younger.  Staying out all night was not unacceptable.

The mouth disappeared from Dave's cock, and a voice muffled by the blankets
said: "I'm doing all the work here, mate."  Dave smiled to himself and dove
under the blankets, too.  It was time for some sixty-nine.

***

Andy and the twins were lying in the sun, a bit exhausted from their
morning sexual adventures.  Troy's phone buzzed.

"That was Kevin," he said.  "He says he forgot something at our house last
night."  What the SMS actually said was that Kevin had forgotten his pot
pipe, but Troy wasn't about to say that in front of Andy.  There were
limits, after all.

"Tell him to come over," his brother said with a grin.  "Andy's never met
him."

Troy's fingers flew over the little keyboard, and a minute later, the phone
buzzed again.  "He'll be here in 20 minutes."

And he was.  Troy had texted him that they were in the back yard, and when
Kevin came around the corner in his habitual overalls, he stopped in his
tracks.  The twins were dressed in their skimpiest bathing suits and looked
too good to be allowed.  And there was a young boy on the third beach chair
wearing a pair of shorts and peering at him.  A cute young boy.

Actually Andy was peering at Kevin's crotch.  It looked like there was a
boa constrictor in there.  He felt his dick starting to plump up.  If Troy
and Lance knew this dude, then they had probably seen him naked.

"Hey," Lance called from his chair.  "What's up?"

"Not much," Kevin replied.  "What's up with you."

Lance gave his crotch a rub.  "I can tell you what'll be up soon."

Kevin's eyes flashed across Andy.  "Don't you ever stop?"

"Why should I?  Yesterday was yesterday.  Today is today.  Andy, I can see
you drooling.  Go on over there and show our friend what you know how to
do."

Andy hopped off the chair and Kevin just stood there as the young boy came
up to him, gave him a heartbreaking smile, and put his hand on the front of
his overalls.

***

Jeff, Tom, Henri and Lucien were in the Jacuzzi that was part of their
opulent suite.  Below the water line, hands were all over the place.  The
two French boys were awed at the massive size of Jeff's cock and at the
big, big muscles on his friend.  The two married Americans were enchanted
with the two boys who spoke some, but not a lot of English, and were both
cute as buttons, too.

Henri: "Can I ... um .. how you say eet ..."  He mimed sucking a cock with
his hand.

Lucien: "Oui, moi aussi, s'il vous plait."

Tom smiled at him: "Soyez mon invite."

Jeff and Tom hefted themselves out of the Jacuzzi and sat on its edge.  The
two French boys crawled over and opened up their mouths, and they quickly
proved that the French have good reason to have reputations as love makers.
The two French boys went down on the two Americans hard, putting all of
their talents to use.  Three minutes later, Jeff and Tom were cross-eyed,
their tongues in each other's mouth while their big cocks were being
sucked.

Under the water, Henri and Lucien had big bone, too.  They jacked their
cocks as they sucked off the American visitors, still awed to be in a
Jacuzzi in a Parisian hotel.  For a little while it seemed like it would be
a race to see which of them would cum first, but Tom and Jeff weren't about
to get all the pleasure.  They pushed the two French teens' heads away and
lifted them up in their strong arms and set them on the side of the
whirlpool, and one minute later they had the two boys gasping and squirming
as their French cocks got deep-throated.  Merde!  They had been sucking
each other off for more than a decade, but these hommes d'Amerique were
something else.  The two of them had just been strolling the streets of the
5th Arrondissement when Henri's eye had been caught by the eye of the one
Lucien was sucking, the one with the gymnast's muscles visible under his
shirt.  Two minutes later they'd been sitting at the hommes table, and
right away there had been American hands on them and French hands on the
Americans.  Henri and Lucien were not neophytes.  And right now Henri was
amazing Jeff with his deep-throating skills, Tom was getting seriously
twitchy with the oral loving that young Lucien was giving to his rod.

***

Andy couldn't believe the size of the dick he was fondling through denim.
Lance and Troy had big enough dicks, but this one was bigger.  Kevin just
stood there, learning something new, when this little kid no higher than a
grasshopper unzipped the front of his overalls, stuck his hand in there,
got his cock out and then dropped to his knees and took it in his mouth.
At first the farm boy's big rod hung down in Andy's slobbering mouth, the
cockhead getting the good oral loving.  When it got hard, Andy had to stand
up, because Kevin was six foot tall, and he was not.  He took the thick
shaft in his fist and went back to the cockhead and a few inches below
that.  Andy's dick was ferociously hard again, whose wouldn't be sucking a
cock like that, and Lance noticed.  He hopped off his chair, stripped off
his swimsuit and was there like a flash, down between Andy's legs and the
12-year-old's newly spermed boner lodged inside his mouth.  Lance was
hoping that he'd get a taste of Andy's cum.

Troy wasn't about to be left out.  He walked over to the tableau of Andy
sucking Kevin and Lance sucking Andy and thought for two seconds about
whether to get down on the grass and get busy with his brother's cock, or
get behind Kevin and stick his face between the young man's butt cheeks.
He elected for the latter of the options, and Kevin groaned as the tongue
caressed and then penetrated his bunghole.  He had just come over to pick
up his ganja pipe, and now he had a little kid sucking his cock and one of
the two twins licking at his bunghole and the other one sucking the kid.
Kevin didn't know whether it was morning or evening, he just knew that he
didn't want to be anywhere else.  He felt Troy's tongue on and in his ass.
He felt Andy's little mouth suckling away at his huge cock and Andy's
little hand on his big, big balls.  He saw Lance jacking off his big cock
down there on the grass, blowing the neighbor boy's little boner.

And Kevin lost it right then and there.  The load of cum that started
pouring into Andy's mouth was meant for four men, five men.  Andy took it
all.  Troy and Lance, and their dad, and their dad's lover had all squirted
loads into his mouth in the past, and his boy prick exploded into Lance's
mouth as this new guy's balls unloaded themselves into him.  Lance grinned
around Andy's boner as it ejaculated its sperm onto his tongue.  Troy would
never forgive him for being the first to get the boy's cum inside himself..
Troy heard the other three going through their gyrations and figured why
not?  His cumshot with his tongue still in Kevin's ass splashed through
Kevin's legs and all over Lance's hot body.

When it was over, and Kevin, the twins and Andy had disentangled themselves
from each other, Kevin felt dizzy.  Yeah, he had got his cock sucked for
the first time by another guy by Reginald, who he roomed with one year in
college and who he thought was now in England doing something.  He had done
porn, putting his big prick up inside other guys' asses, getting them to
suck him, sucking them.  But he had never been sucked off by a twelve year
old kid, and the experience rocked and opened up his world even further.

***

In Paris, they also all cummed together.  Now it was Henri and Lucien
grinding their hard butts against the tile of the edge of the Jacuzzi, Tom
and Jeff between their legs, making them feel unbelievable.  They blasted
their loads together, the two French teens did, their arms linked and their
tongues entwined, and when they did, the two Americans simply jacked each
other off to orgasm.  It didn't matter that they got cum in the water.  The
H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re didn't care about things like that. It was the
most expensive hotel in Paris, and it had seen more than that.  Tom and
Jeff shared a bottle of Champagne with the two French teens before sending
them off and falling into bed for a much-needed sleep. nch teens did, their
arms linked and their tongues entwined, and when they did, the two
Americans simply jacked each other off to orgasm.  It didn't matter that
they got cum in the water.  The H?tel Fouquet's Barri?re didn't care about
things like that. It was the most expensive hotel in Paris, and it had seen
more than that.  Tom and Jeff shared a bottle of Champagne with the two
French teens before sending them off and falling into bed for a much-needed
sleep.