Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 02:49:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Sven Svensson Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 12 Andy and the Surfer Twins Chapter 12 In our last chapter, big-cocked Kevin found himself more and more inexorably drawn into the wonderful world of cock-on-cock action as he went surfing with the sexy twins and a friend of his roommate. A sand dune accident brought another hard body into his orbit. Reginald was given the gift of an astonishingly beautiful British boy from England who nearly split him apart with his massive Limey cock. And Andy, Taz and Eric loved the movie they saw, loved the fair they visited, loved the rides they rode, loved the circus they watched, and particularly loved getting naked and boned with a ripped and horny Russian acrobat. We'll continue where we left off. When Patrick got back to the lifeguard's chair, it was getting late in the afternoon. Most of the families that had come to the beach were long gone, and there were just a few people still out in the water. He watched a young man in flowery board shorts surfing a big crest and felt an automatic twitch in his shorts. Joshua peered down at him from the chair and commented, "You look like the cat that just fucked the canary." Patrick grinned up at him. "I just came by to thank you for turning me on to what they were doing," he said. "I sort of accidentally joined in." Joshua furrowed his brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" So Patrick told his friend about how he had overcompensated with his weight and slid straight down the side of the dune, buck ass naked, only to be welcomed into the mashup that was only just developing. "Yeah? Dude, that one guy had the biggest motherfucking cock I ever seen in my life, and I ain't got no pencil dick myself. You get to suck it?" Now it was Patrick's turn to furrow his brow. Joshua had apparently always known that Pat's eyes turned toward the cock and not the pussy, but what was with these questions? He shook his head. "Nope." Joshua leaned over the edge of the lifeguard's chair and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Dude, wanna know the truth? I jacked myself a hot one lookin' at those dudes." "Really." "Yup." The pothead seemed proud of himself. "Rubbed one out all over the sand up there." "Didn't they see you?" Joshua looked insulted. "I know how to keep outta the way, dude. Nah, they didn't see me, but I seen them." He tapped the side of head. "I got real good eyesight." "I thought you had a girlfriend." "Had is right," Joshua said. "She dumped my ass a couple'a days ago, said I smoke too much pot." His face took on a look of bemusement. "Ain't no such thing as too much pot." Patrick could have quarreled with that statement, but news that Joshua was swinging single and had masturbated himself while watching four male teenagers doing the dirty seemed like an angle worth pursuing further. "I did get to fuck one of the twins," he volunteered. Joshua grinned. "Yeah? Real nice, them boys. Their cocks just as identical as the rest of 'em?" "I didn't look that close, dude. I suppose they must be." "What's it feel like, puttin' your hog inside a dude's butthole? Is it like a pussy?" Patrick had never been closer than a country mile from a pussy since he'd come out head first from his mama's one, so he had no basis for comparison, but he said, "Tighter." Joshua pondered this for a moment. "I expect you're right," he said. "You get a couple'a big cocks inside a pussy and it gets sloppy like." And then: "What about suckin'? Dude do it better than a chick?" Again Patrick had no basis for comparison, but he said, "Of course. Guys know what guys like." Where was Joshua going with this questioning? He couldn't see it, but his colleague's cock was starting to snake its way out the leg hole of his shorts. Patrick himself was too surprised to be discussing gay sex with his presumably straight friend to get a hardon. Not yet. As he was pondering this, he jumped upon hearing a shrill whistle from up above, and then Joshua's voice loudly amplified via the megaphone: "Attention! We have just received word of sharks in the vicinity. I repeat, sharks in the vicinity. Please get out of the water immediately!" The few people on who were still on the beach stood up and started looking out into the ocean, but the ones who were in the water obeyed and immediately started swimming for shore as fast as their arms could take them. Sharks were no joke in the area. "We will be closing the beach at this time," Joshua said. "Repeat, we will be closing the beach at this time. Please drive safely." Patrick shook his head. He knew damn well there were no sharks in the water. Joshua had plenty of chutzpah, for want of a better word, but what was he doing? His fellow lifeguard peered down at him again with a wicked glint in his eye. "We gonna talk cock sex, we gonna do it without anybody listening," he said. "Joshua," Patrick said in exasperation. "You know you shouldn't ..." But Joshua kneeled on the chair, looked to make sure that no one was looking, and pulled down the front of his shorts to reveal his cock not completely hard, but not soft either. Patrick gulped and involuntarily licked his lips. Joshua tucked himself back in and sat back down. "Closing time would be in half an hour anyway," he said. Patrick sighed. There was just no controlling this one, but the sight of his colleague's cock in some state of tumescence made it clear that he wasn't going to pursue his line of complaint any further. He was only human. Five minutes later, the beach was deserted. Joshua peeked over the edge again, motioned with a finger, and said "Come on up here." Patrick climbed the wooden slats, half expecting Joshua to have his cock out again, but in this he was disappointed. He sat down next to the kid. Joshua fished in his pocket and came out with a tightly rolled joint and a lighter. "Want some of this?" Patrick shook his head. He had never taken drugs and was not about to start. "No thanks." "Suit yourself." Joshua lit up, took a deep hit, held it, and then released the smoke with a whoosh. "Me, it relaxes me." Patrick thought to himself that if Joshua became any more relaxed, he would be comatose, but he didn't say so. "So what did you do with them guys?" "You really want to know this?" Joshua nodded emphatically, but said nothing, because he had another draw of smoke in his lungs. "Well, after I fell down the hill, one of the twins came and got me, and then the two of them just sort of were all over me." "Sucked your cock?" "That, too. After that one of them suggested that we do a daisy chain." "What's that?" Joshua knew perfectly well what a daisy chain was, but he wanted to hear Patrick say it. "It's like you suck on one guy, he sucks on the next one, he sucks on the next one ... like that. You're in a circle." "Who did you suck?" "One of the twins. I couldn't tell them apart for the life of me." Joshua took another drag. "Who sucked you?" "Dave. The red-headed guy." "Cool. What happened then?" "The twins wanted us to fuck them, and we did." "Three of you, two of 'em. How'd that work out?" "It was me and Dave first. Kevin gave his cock to the brothers to suck, and then he also fucked one of them." This was where Joshua had come in earlier. Right in time to see Dave pulling out of Lance's ass and Kevin diving in, with Dave then going over to Patrick and sinking his big Irish cock into Pat's butthole. "Anyone fuck you?" Patrick shook his head. He wasn't going to go that far with this conversation. Joshua didn't need to know everything. Another puff, another exhale. "Would you let me fuck you?" Patrick looked at his friend, surprised. "Would you want to?" The kid shrugged languidly. "Yeah, why not? I already told you I got off on what I was seein'." He knew that it wouldn't be prudent to tell Patrick that he knew that Dave's cock had already been up the lifeguard's ass when he'd jacked himself off. The first pass he hadn't had time to masturbate, he had to get to the chair and take over watching the ocean, but for the first time in his life he'd been surprised to find that another guy could turn him on. There was a silence for a minute or two. Patrick was thinking that if he could take Dave's big cock up his virgin butt, he could handle Joshua. Joshua wasn't thinking much of anything, he was burning the joint down to a nub, and when he was done, he tossed the little bit remaining over the side of the chair. Then he turned toward Pat with his sleepy eyes and said, "So you said a guy knows how to suck better than a chick? Wanna show me?" Patrick looked around. "Here?" "Sure," the stoner drawled. "Ain't nobody around here 'cept you and me and old Mustang here." He rubbed the front of his shorts. Patrick could see the tip of Joshua's cock sticking out of one of the leg holes and looked away. "Mustang?" "Yeah, cause it can go from zero to 100 in ten seconds or less. Whaddya say?" Without waiting for an answer, Joshua raised his hips and pulled his shorts down. When Patrick turned to look, the kid's cock was already at 100, standing up straight from his crotch. It was skinny, but probably at least eight inches long, if not more, with an arrow-tipped cockhead, a pair of balls hanging down onto the board of the lifeguard's seat and, Patrick was surprised to see, neatly trimmed pubic hair. He hadn't thought straight men engaged in such grooming. "Come on," Joshua said, grabbing his pole in his hand and giving it a couple of strokes. "I won't tell anyone. Cross my heart I won't." This third-grade promise almost made Patrick laugh, but he had to admit that he had been wanting to see Joshua's cock boned up since the first time he had seen it soft in the showers. He had never paid attention to the pubes before. A drop of precum was glistening from the tip of Joshua's boner when Patrick took the shaft in his fist and bent over to take the cock into his mouth. Unlike getting a cock shoved up his ass, cocksucking was something he was experienced at. He wasn't proud of it, but his money allowed him to hire the occasional male prostitute, and each time he made sure in advance that the young man would let him suck him off to climax and also that he had not yet climaxed that day. Patrick had sucked bigger cocks than Joshua's. He made some spit in his mouth and suckled on the arrow cockhead a bit, and then he dove down until his nose was in Joshua's pubes. And at that very moment he was surprised to hear Joshua gasp, and more surprised to get a powerful blast of cum right in his throat. He pulled back a bit as the pothead's balls emptied out, but he wasn't about to let a drop of the cum go to waste. He swallowed every one. When he looked up, Joshua was looking down at him abashed. "I'm really sorry, dude," he said. "I never cum ... I mean, I never expected that to feel so fuckin' awesome. Jesus!" Patrick smiled at him. "Glad you liked it." "Want me to do you?" "Do you want to?" "Well, I never done it before, but seein' as how you did me, it's only fair, right?" And so Patrick pulled down his shorts, Joshua was the one who bent over, and tentatively at first and then with increasingly greater aplomb as he got used to the big dick in his mouth, Joshua gave him a wet, slobbering blowjob that felt amazing for the two minutes and fifty seven seconds that it took the stoner to coax the juice out of Patrick's steaming balls. His head jerked back a bit when the first splat of cum hit his tongue, but he kept the cock in his mouth until it stopped trembling and nothing more was coming out of it. Joshua sat up and ran the back of his hand across his mouth to catch a couple of drops of cum that had leaked out. "That wasn't so bad." Patrick cuffed him on the shoulder. "That's not what you're supposed to say to a guy who's just spooged in your mouth." Joshua gave him a bleary grin. "OK. Then I'll say that I wanna do it again sometime." And then: "Especially if you do me again. Dude, I never felt anything like that in my whole life!" Patrick could have eaten Joshua up right then and there, sitting there with his shorts down around his ankles, and his newly pleasured cock hanging down between his skinny thighs. "It's a promise," he said. *** An hour or so after Reginald and Henry emerged from the sauna, refreshed in ways that both of them enjoyed, the Impala came roaring into the parking lot and to a screeching halt. Sam shook his head behind the bar. Troy always drove like a maniac. He hoped that it wouldn't come back to bite the handsome twin on the ass. The twins, Dave and Kevin poured into the club, chattering away about what a great time they'd had. "This one's a natural born surfer," Troy declared, patting Kevin on the back. Kevin blushed and ducked his head. "Aw, I spent more time in the water than up on that damn board," he said. "Not during the last ten minutes," Troy said bracingly. "You were a natural out there." "Dave did pretty well, too," Lance averred, his arm around the sexy Irishman's shoulders. "What Kevin said," Dave said. He hadn't been too stable on the slippery board either. While this conversation was going on, four pairs of eyes were examining the one person in the room whom none of them had ever seen before, and the eyes of that person were equally appraising them. To Troy and Lance, Henry was just another in a series of beautiful young men they'd come across. To Dave, newly minted as a person whom Ann Coulter would hate, he was simply drop-dead, and to Kevin, equally fresh from the homo printing press, he was another piece of evidence to show that if you knew where to look, you could find guys who were just as ... well, as hot as any girl, just in a totally different way. Henry, in turn, was trying hard not to let his cock rise and sing Hail Britannia as he looked at the beyond-hot twins, the sturdy Irishman and the kid who seemed to have a snake hanging down from his crotch in his coveralls. He hopped off the stool, approached them and stuck out his hand. "Hello. I'm Henry." "Troy." "Lance." "Dave." "Kevin." In all four cases the hand clasp lasted a bit longer than diplomatic protocol would have required. There was a hunger in all five pairs of eyes, and all five brains recognized it for what it was. It was equally evident to Sam, who smiled, always happy to see his handsome customers get into each other's pants, and to Reginald, who stoically understood that he was not part of the mix. Oh, well. He knew that if Kevin was turning toward the male side of the equation, he probably would be just as much of a hellcat in sharing that huge cock of his with the boys as he ever had with the girls. As long as he sometimes shared it with Reggie, too. And Henry? Henry was just a wisp of a beautiful dream, but one that Reginald would remember forever. And so when Lance announced that they were heading out for burgers and asked whether Henry might want to come along, and when Dave then asked Reginald if he, too, would like to join them, he shook his head and said no, he had some more studying to do that evening. He didn't miss the relief in his friend's eyes. The four compadres, now numbering five, slammed out the door. Sam gave Reginald a sympathetic look. "That wasn't very nice of them." Reginald smiled at him. "Oh, I don't mind. I've never been part of the crowd, and I'm used to it. But thanks for the present you gave me today. I really mean that. And my birthday isn't until day after tomorrow." Sam grinned. "Really? Well, happy advance birthday." Another bottle of Veuve Cliquot appeared and was expertly opened. Sam poured two glasses - a big one for Reginald and a smaller one for himself. He still had the evening to work. For the next hour, interrupted by the occasional customer, Sam and Reginald made small talk, and they were both fine with it. *** In the Impala, Henry found himself mashed in the back seat between Lance and Dave while Troy drove and Kevin, whose legs were much too long for the back seat, rode shotgun. Within two seconds of the doors slamming shut, Henry had a hand on one thigh and a hand on the other thigh, and within a few seconds after that the hands were exploring closer to Henry's crotch, and within half a minute, the shorts had been expertly unbuttoned and unzipped, and Henry's big British cock sprang forth. Troy looked into the rear view mirror just in time to see his brother's head disappear. "Oi, don't you make him cum back there," he hissed. Kevin looked over his shoulder and got big eyes. Geez, these boys were unstoppable. But the part of the English kid's cock that was visible as Lance's head moved up and down looked awesome. Kevin felt his cock starting to descend down the length of his thigh. Henry took advantage of the opportunity and put his right hand on Dave's crotch. There was bone in there, and after a little bit of fumbling and assisted by the Irishman himself, the shorts were down on the floor, and Dave's boner was in Henry's fist. "Are your people from Northern Ireland?" he heard Henry say. "If so, I'm afraid I shall have to stop what I'm doing. English, you know." Dave grinned. "County Monaghan," he said. "I'm on the right side of the line." "All right, then." The hand continued to massage the cock, and a thumb ran across Dave's cockhead to collect the precum that was leaking out. Henry's own todger was burning inside Lance's mouth, and his balls were starting to churn, so he pushed the blond boy's head away. "Your brother told you not to make me cum," he said. "You'd better listen." Lance grinned at him, his lips wet. "Or what?" "I shall have to spank you." "Promise?" But Lance stayed upright. Troy really would kill him if he got this kid's cum down his throat before Troy had so much as laid a finger on him. "Listen," Troy said from the front seat. "Why don't we just go through the drive-thru and go over to our house? We'll be more comfortable there." This suggestion met with universal approval, and all five boys inhaled their burgers and fries on the way so that they would have to waste time when they got home. There were better things to do with their mouths. *** The three young boys were too stuffed with corn dogs and cotton candy to want supper, which was just as well with Mrs. Mantelman, who had no particular desire to cook or do any dishes. The air conditioning in the house was on the fritz, and it was sweltering despite fans that she'd put out in strategic places. Mr. Mantelman had departed that morning for a conference of lawyers in Spokane, Washington and wouldn't be back for an entire week. Mrs. Mantleman was glad that Mrs. West was coming back the next day and would take Eric off her hands so that Taz could go home. They were both perfectly nice boys, but three hellions in the house was just too much. While the boys watched TV, too tired to race around, she poured herself a gin and tonic and sat down in the den with a good book to read. It was wonderful to relax. While they watched TV, the three youngsters whispered their recollections of the sexy time that they had had with the acrobat from the circus, and Mrs. Mantelman was a little surprised when fifteen minutes later, Andy knocked on the door of the den, opened the door, stuck his head inside and said that they were all knackered out, and so they were going to bed. It was only 8:30, but if she was going to be able to enjoy herself for the next couple of hours in complete silence, that was fine with her. She made Andy come over and give her a kiss, which he did, and then he was gone. Up in Andy's bedroom, the three boys were hardly in the door before clothes started coming off. Three erections appeared - two perfectly hard boy boners and a five-inch teen cock already dripping. Taz and Andy fell on Eric, who was closer in size and appearance to the acrobat than they were, and Eric let them tongue and lick and stroke his sexy teen body while he lay on the soft carpet. Then he sat up, grabbed both of the little kids and brought their faces in for some spit-swapping. Then it was the young boys' turn to lay on the carpet while Eric licked every square inch of their bodies, front first, and then making them flip over and doing the back. Both boys ground their boners into the shag when Eric's tongue found their puckered boy holes. A finger from each hand went inside each of the tight little boy butts, and that produced more squirming and a few moans. Eric pulled his cousin up to his hands and knees and slipped his throbbing cock inside the tight little chute while Andy sat down in front of Taz and spread his legs so that Taz could suck on his perfectly upright boner, which Taz did with relish, glad that his cousin was masturbating him while fucking him, because if he had tried to use one of his own hands, he would have toppled over forward. After a couple of minutes, Andy and Taz swapped places, and now it was Andy getting his tight little boy butt rammed while he was suckling on his best friend's boner, his own wiener between Eric's fingers and being masturbated beautifully. It was in this position that the three sex buddies couldn't hold on any longer. Taz grabbed Andy's ears as his balls tried in vain to spurt something into his friend's mouth, Andy's balls did the same as Eric jerked him off to a perfect dry orgasm, and Eric grunted and gasped as his balls emptied out their contents straight up inside Andy's bunghole. Eric pulled out and got his face between the smooth little cheeks to lick up the few drops of teen spooge which leaked back out. Oh, they really were worn out from the day after that. They just kept their hands on each other's bodies while they recovered from the orgasm that had been so very much inspired by the circus acrobat who had shown them his relatives in the circus and the let them play with his big Russian cock and have him play with theirs. Each of them slept separately - Andy in his bed and Eric and Taz in sleeping bags on the floor, but little boy dicks got hard all night long as they dreamed about the things which their dicks had done that very day. *** When the big boys got home, Jeff and Tom were in the living room watching TV. Hurried introductions were made between the lawyer and his assistant on the one hand and the two young men whom neither Jeff nor Tom had ever seen before on the other hand. As always, Henry marched forward, stuck out his hand, and said his name, and Jeff and Tom did he same. Kevin was introduced by Lance. He was pretty much incapable of speech in the big house that he had just found himself, not least because a guy who was pretty much as tall as he was, was sitting on the couch with his muscular arm around the shoulders of a dude who had big, big muscles. Jeff and Tom, in turn, appraised the beauty and politeness of Henry, who was clearly British, and neither of them failed to notice the lanky farm boy's coveralls and what was obviously in them. "Well, we're gonna go upstairs to ... um ... well, we're gonna go upstairs," Troy said. His dad smiled at him. He realized that his boys had brought home a couple of foundlings, and though he would dearly have loved to take a gander at the thing that was hanging down the pants leg of the tall lanky lad, he understood that sometimes teenagers need to be with teenagers. "Go," he said. The five boys clattered upstairs. Tom looked sideways at Jeff. "What was that all about?" The hunky lawyer smiled at the young man whom he now believed to be his boyfriend. "Sometimes the young need to be with the young, and we old geezers have to stay to ourselves." Tom punched him on the shoulder. "Old geezer? Speak for yourself, old man! It wasn't too long ago that I was a teenager myself." Jeff drew him in close. "I know," he said. "That's one of the reasons I like you so much." And then the two of them melted into a long, sensual kiss. *** Upstairs, the boys were in the bedroom which Lance and Troy shared. There were shorts and jockstraps and T-shirts and a Polo shirt and a pair of overalls scattered all over the floor, so eager were the young men to get naked and display their glorious bodies to one another. Of particular interest, of course, was young Henry, who was in the group for the first time, and his mammoth uncut British tool was nothing less than a magnet for the cock hungry. "Hey, I wonder which of you guys has the bigger dick," Troy said, pointing to Kevin and Henry. The two hugely hung boys looked at each other's prick and shrugged. "Put 'em together," Troy suggested. Kevin and Henry faced each other and put their big dongs together. It was a sight to see, but it didn't resolve the question. Lance went to a desk that was in the corner and rummaged around in a drawer before coming out with a tape measure. "Only one way to settle this." "Let's get those cocks up to maximum bone," Troy said, and without any hesitation, he and his brother were down on their knees to use their mouth magic on Henry and Kevin respectively. Dave got busy shoving his face in both asses to give some tongue loving to the boys' bungholes. When both Kevin and Henry avowed that their cocks were as hard as they ever could be, Lance took the tape measure, put the end of the tape at the base of Kevin's cock and pulled it out. Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches, eleven inches ... twelve inches and a little bit more. Awesome! It was Henry's turn. Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches, eleven inches ... just a hair's breadth less than a full foot. Henry's tool proved to be thicker than Kevin's, though - 5.8 inches to 5.4. Either way, those were two magnificent pieces of teenage meat. *** When Joshua got home to the trailer that he shared with his mom and brother, his mom was passed out drunk on the couch, which was nothing uncommon. He could hear music playing from the bedroom which he shared with his brother, Jared. Jared was 17 to Joshua's 19, he was just as much of a pothead as his older brother was, and just as much of a poon hound as his older brother was, or at least had been until an hour or so before when he had learned that a guy's mouth on his cock could make him cum in about 10 seconds, that's how awesome it was. Jared was sprawled out on the twin bed that he slept on, wearing nothing but a ratty pair of gym shorts because the trailer didn't have any air conditioning. Like Joshua, he was skinny as a rail except for big biceps which were the result of more or less obsessive curls with the weights that Jared kept alongside his bed. They looked strange on the otherwise scrawny body, but Jared didn't like any other type of weightlifting. He thought his big arms made him look cool. The small bedroom reeked of reefer, as usual, and Joshua could see that Jared was stoned off his ass, also as usual. There were three ends of joints in the ashtray that was on the nightstand, ash scattered all around. Neither of the boys would be described as neat. Dirty clothes were in piles in the corner, there was an empty pizza box sticking out from under Joshua's bed, and so on. Jared had his laptop on the bed, and that's where the music was coming from - an Internet radio station playing the gangsta rap which Joshua's white-bread brother liked for some reason. Joshua himself was more partial to country music, but he didn't want to get into a fuss with his brother, so he said nothing about his cultural choice. "There's another joint on the desk if you want some," Jared drawled. Joshua went to the desk and had to root around the pile of papers and other junk that was there before coming up with the thin white source of so much of his pleasure. He sat back down on his bed, fished a lighter out of his pocket, and fired up. The smoke entered his brain and made it so cool, so lazy, so ... "I got a guy to suck me off today," Joshua said. Jared peered at him. "Fuck off!" "I did." "Yeah? Who was it?" "A guy down at the beach." "That's a fag thing to do, dude." "I thought so too, dude, but actually it was pretty awesome." Jared reached over for the joint, took a big puff and lay back on his bed. "You wouldn't catch me with no fag hangin' off my tool. That's fuckin' gross." Joshua took another drag of dope. "How do you know if you never tried it?" Jared showed him the middle finger. "Fuck off, dude. I don't need to have a fag suckin' me off to know that I don't like it." "All I'm tellin' you is that it was fuckin' awesome, dude." Jared took another hit and held it in for a good fifteen seconds. Joshua couldn't help but notice that the tip of his brother's cock was sticking out one of the leg holes of the gym shorts. He realized that he had never seen Jared with a boner. Sometimes he heard his younger brother whacking off at night because the bed squeaked, but it was always dark in the room, and he had never been interested in watching the process anyway. Now, though, the tip of Jared's penis was making Joshua horny. So he got up from his bed, sat down on the edge of Jared's bed, and put his hand on the front of his brother's shorts. Jared slapped the hand away. "What the fuck are you doing?" Joshua put his hand right back. "Lemme show you who good it feels." Another slap. "Fuck you! You turning into a fag? You ain't gonna turn me into one." Hand back on shorts. "Getting a blowjob from another guy doesn't make you a fag, bro. I'm not one either." This time Jared didn't slap his hand away, instead choosing to take another puff from the joint. Joshua took advantage of the fact to give his brother's dick a squeeze through the shorts. It felt good. When Jared still didn't say anything, Joshua started to stroke the cock and felt it starting to get harder. Another inch of prickmeat stuck out of the leg hole. "Turn off the light," Jared said. "Huh?" "Turn off the fuckin' light, dude. If you're gonna be chawing on my bone, I don't wanna see your ugly face doing it." Joshua got up, his cock painfully hard in his swimsuit, and switched off the light. The room fell into darkness. He heard the bed squeak, and when he sat back down on the edge of his brother's bed and reached out his hand, he was surprised to find that the shorts were gone and the dick was hard. Hard and sexy, silky and smooth. He took it in his hand and felt it throbbing against his palm. Joshua bent over and took his brother's penis into his mouth, using lots of spit and then sinking his head down until his nose brushed on Jared's curlies. He heard his brother draw in a sharp breath, but he said nothing. Joshua stood up and pulled off his shorts and swimsuit. His cock sprang up, ready for action. He got on the end of Jared's bed between his brother's legs and went back to work. He held the erect penis upright and started licking the cockhead and the shaft, just like Patrick had done to him in the lifeguard's chair. Again the entire length of the cock disappeared into Joshua's mouth, and he took Jared's balls into his hand and massaged them lightly. Joshua was sweating bullets. It was stuffy in the room, but he didn't care. His nose was in Jared's pubes again when he heard his brother's voice: "Suck on the cockhead." Jared smiled to himself and proceeded to use Jared's swollen cockhead as a lollipop. A fuckin' tasty lollipop, what with the precum leaking out of it. Fuck, he thought. What was happening to him? Before today it would never have occurred to him that he would have another guy's cock in his mouth, let alone his brother's. But here he was, here his brother was, and here his brother's cock was. Jared's breathing was getting heavier, and he was starting to shift his butt around on the mattress. Joshua suckled on his brother's cockhead and tickled his balls with his fingertips, and a minute later he heard Jared's voice again: "I'm gonna spill it, dude. Get your face off it." Of course Joshua did no such thing. He began to masturbate Jared's cock shaft and continued to suck on the turgid head, and a few seconds later Jared gasped, his balls lurched, and Joshua's mouth filled up with spurting cum. He grabbed his own screaming cock and gave it the few yanks that were necessary to bring him over the top. Splash! Splash! Spurt! Splash! And then he heard Jared's voice again: "Fuck, dude, you got cum on me?!" Joshua took his mouth off of his brother's softening cock. "Sorry." There was a pause, and then Jared said: "It's OK." And then: "That was fuckin' awesome." Joshua grinned in the dark. "Told you." A small light appeared. Jared was lighting another joint, and Joshua could see him looking down his body at him until the light flickered out again. He could hear Jared puffing and saw the glowing tip of the doobie. And then Jared said: "I could go for another one of those." "Right now?" "Sure. If you wanna." Joshua wanna-ed. This time he didn't waste time deep-throating his brother's tool, he just went back to suckling on the cockhead, and within a minute the prick was hard again, and within three minutes Jared was writhing around on the bed again and releasing another, smaller load of cum into his brother's slobbering mouth. Joshua licked Jared's cock clean and sat back down on his own bed. "Any more of that reefer?" "In the ashtray, dude." And then: "That wasn't the first time you sucked a cock, was it?" "What makes you say that?" "Fuck, dude. First time a chick sucks me off, she's a big mess. All teeth and nuthin' else. You got my rocks off somethin' wicked." Joshua didn't think that the time was right to tell his brother that he had sucked off Patrick after Patrick had sucked him off. So he said: "I guess a guy just knows what a guy likes." There was another pause, and then Jared said: "I know I liked that shit. Fuck you for turning me into a faggot, bro! And gimme back that joint!" *** As usual, Troy and Lance were giving their new friend Henry their two-for-one titillating special, only this time they were not alone. Dave and Kevin, too, had their hands and mouths all over the hunky Brit. They were all still standing up, Henry in the middle of a group of naked and horny teenagers who were giving him all the sexy loving they knew how to give. They sucked on his big tool, they lapped at his big balls, they licked every inch of his body they could reach, and in turn they spent time tongue battling Henry as they kissed him passionately. Henry wasn't just standing there either. His hands were roaming all over the hard bodies of the four young men who were making him feel like he was back at his private school in England, where naked cock orgies were nothing uncommon after the lights went out. He stroked rock-hard butts, he hefted cum-filled balls, he stroked the big hard cocks that were around him. Dave's eight-inch Irish rod, hard as a pistol and standing almost vertical. The ten-inch pricks of Troy and Lance, also nearly vertical because they were young, and their cocks were still able to rise straight up for the occasion. And Kevin's enormous farmboy hog. Henry had never seen a penis to rival his, the closest had been the history master at his boys' school, who was known for expecting blowjobs from his students if they wanted top grades. The boys didn't mind, because the master was comparatively young and had competed at rowing at Oxford, which made him something of a star. From the standing position, the five boys basically sank down to the carpet, and there it was anybody's game in the mass of hard-bodied flesh that was on display. Mouths touched mouths, hands touched cocks, cocks touched balls, legs touched asses. The five young men writhed around in mutual slobbering, slurping ecstasy, their bodies sheening with sweat and saliva and their minds focused entirely on which cock to look at and savor next. David and Kevin, who just 48 hours or so earlier had considered themselves to be heterosexual, dove in with as much exuberance as the twins and Henry, all of whom were experienced fag boys. Kevin just couldn't get over how turned on he was by other dudes, dudes who were slobbering on his cock and lapping at his big balls, dudes whose bodies were so muscular, dudes whose strong hands were all over his hard body. Kevin dove down on Henry's rigid organ and surprised himself by getting most of the huge tool in his wet mouth. Another hot, wet mouth engulfed his own cock, and he peeked down his body to see that it was Lance. Or maybe Troy. He still couldn't tell them apart. Troy raised his handsome blond head from the mashup and said, "How 'bout a daisy chain, dudes?" A moment later they were all in a muscular circle on the floor, Troy with Dave's hard cock in his mouth, Dave slobbering on Henry, Henry sucking on Lance, Lance blowing Kevin, Kevin squeezing Troy's cockshaft and suckling on the tender cockhead. Free hands were used to heft pairs of balls or stroke firm buttcheeks, and the air around the boys was hot with the smell of pure teen male testosterone. Occasionally one of the boys lifted his head from the crotch of another to let out a sexy moan or groan "Fuck, yeah" or "That feels so good" or "Suck me, yeah!" But for the most part every one of the horny dudes liked wrapping his lips around a hard, throbbing cock which leaked the precum that was the precursor to a nice, hot orgasm. The twins weren't about to let anyone cum just because of cocksucking, though. Both of them had itchy butts and twitchy minds about getting Kevin's or Henry's huge cocks inside their tight asses. Troy was still a little bit jealous about the fact that his brother had been the one to get pounded by the lanky farm boy at the beach, not that there was anything wrong with the lifeguard's cock, of course. "Let's get into some fucking," Troy said, and the other four faces rose from the cocks which they had been nuzzling. Kevin once again felt his heart contract. Yeah, the twin that he had fucked up the ass at the beach had looked like he was having the best time in his life, but Kevin had never even had a finger up his butt, much less a cock, and much, much less the big cocks that were around him. Once again, though, it wasn't an issue. This time Troy and Lance got down on their hands and knees on the floor and wiggled their sexy butts at the other boys. Kevin still didn't know which of the two of them was the one he approached, but he didn't really care. Henry, in turn, was turned on beyond all reason by the two hot twin boys, in part because back in England, during his first year at school, there had been a set of identical triplets two years above him who cornered him in a corridor one day and made him suck all of their cocks. He still masturbated his huge tool sometimes thinking about that. Kevin and Henry spit into the palms of their hands to lube themselves up, and Troy and Lance arched their backs and moaned sexily as the two huge pieces of meat slipped up their horny holes. The farm boy and the Brit grabbed the hips of the willing recipients of their largesse and began to ram them seriously. None of the four noticed when Dave walked out the door. Jeff and Tom were surprised to put it mildly when the naked Irishman appeared in the door to the living room, his cock standing straight up. "We've got an odd number up there," Dave said. "And I wondered ..." Jeff clapped Tom on the shoulder. "Go," he said. "You're the one who doesn't want to be an old man." "Are you sure?" Jeff smiled at him. "As long as you come back downstairs when you're finished." Tom got a big grin on his face. He got up from the couch and walked over to Dave to take the Irishman's hard tool in his hand. "Now it's an even number." Back up in the room, Tom's eyes took in the site of two horny teenagers butt fucking two equally horny twins, and it took him all of twenty seconds to get naked as his cock went from zero to 60 almost instantly. He looked at Dave with eager eyes, saw that the Irish lad was equally in the zone, and said, "Me you or you me?" Dave took the young law clerk in his arms, marveling at how huge the dude's muscles were, and kissed him, their cocks mashing together. "Both," he whispered. "But let's start with you in me, OK?" Dave got down on his hands and knees next to Lance, who grinned at him and winked, and Tom got down on his knees next to Henry, who looked at him and licked his lips sensually. Tom did the spit and polish, and his fat cock slid smoothly into Dave's almost-virgin asshole. The Irishman grit his teeth as the pain hit him, knowing that in a minute it would disappear. It did. "Don't cum anyone," Troy grunted as Kevin's huge tool rammed into him. "Henry's the new boy here, he's gonna get a cumbath." It wasn't time for that yet, though. There was more fucking to be done. Lance looked over his shoulder at the beautiful Henry and said, "Wanna switch?" The Brit nodded eagerly, and they switched places, Henry on his hands and knees and Lance lubing himself up with saliva. Henry groaned in ecstasy as Lance's ten-inch tool slipped into his chute. Henry loved getting fucked, in part because hardly any boy would allow him to fuck him, and the bigger the cock the better. Troy looked over his shoulder at Kevin and raised an eyebrow, but Kevin shook his head. He wasn't prepared to go there yet. Troy grinned at him and ground his butt back to get more of that foot-long sausage inside of him. He wanted it to come straight through his body and out of his mouth. A couple of minutes later, Tom tapped Dave on a muscular shoulder, and Dave looked back and nodded. Instead of getting down on his hands and knees, though, Tom lay himself down on the shag carpet and lifted his muscular legs into the air. Dave massaged his cock with spit for a minute and then got over the big boy, supporting himself on his arms, supporting Tom's uplifted legs with his shoulders, and driving his prick into the law assistant's equally almost virgin asshole. Like Dave had done, Tom gritted his teeth for a moment or two, but then the passion hit him, and he looked Dave straight in the eye and panted as his butthole was rammed again and again and he stroked his own cock. For the next five or six minutes, the room was full of sexy grunts and groans and the occasional "Fuck that ass" or "Dude, you're so tight!" It was Tom who eventually said, "I can't hold it much longer," and Troy yelled "Spooge bath time!" They put Henry down on the carpet and gathered around him in preparation for whitewashing the gorgeous Brit with their cum. But Henry had a surprise for them. "Watch this," he said. And then he raised his butt a bit off the carpet, took his big cock, turned it downwards, and stuck a good two or three inches of it up his own asshole, pushing it in and out to fuck himself. "Can't always get a proper shag when I want one," he grunted. "Oh, shit," Dave groaned. He couldn't take it any longer. He aimed his prick straight at Henry's cock and let loose the mother of all cum loads all over it, the asshole that it was inserted into, and the hand that was guiding it. That set everyone off. Troy's load went straight into Henry's open mouth, and a second later his brother's cum splashed into his and down onto the pretty boy's tongue. Kevin was half-crazy as he massaged his huge tool to orgasm, and at the last moment he stood up, letting the cum that erupted from his swinging balls spray into the air and come raining down on the others. Tom, too, didn't much care where he aimed his big cock. He masturbated it furiously, kneading his own balls with his other hand, and with a roar he released a torrent of cum that flew in all directions, some of it getting on Henry, some of it getting on the twins, some of it getting on Dave, some of it getting on Tom himself. He praised the heavens above for meeting Jeff, for meeting his sons, for meeting ... well, just about anyone who was interested in his muscles and his cock. Henry popped his big cock out of his asshole, scooped up some of the hot cum that was all over his body, and went to town on himself. There was a scuffle as the twins and Dave tried to get their faces as close to the sacred cockhead as possible to receive the load. In the event, there was enough to go around. More than enough and then some. There were splatters of cum on all of them, and the six hot young men spent the next couple of minutes finding and licking up every single drop of it. And then Troy said: "Hey, I know! Let's go downstairs and do dad!" Six handsome young men ran downstairs, all of them buck ass naked, and Jeff never had a chance. Twelve strong hands undressed him, twelve strong hands stroked every inch of his body, six tongues did their dirtiest deeds on his big cock, his swinging balls, his tight asshole, his muscular body. Tom kept his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth as the twins sucked Jeff's cock in turn while Kevin and Henry put their huge cocks in his two big hands and Dave lapped at his balls. At the last second, Jeff grabbed his swollen member in his own hand, and a man who had had countless great orgasms in his life had the best one he could ever remember, once again his sons and their friends competing to get at his spurting cum and Tom murmuring into his ear, "Do it, Jeff! Let it go!" The six naked boys finally clambered off of Jeff's tall, muscular body when it was clear that there was no more cum to be licked up. Tom lay down with Jeff, and the two boyfriends hugged each other. What a perfect day that had been! The five younger boys had a quick discussion. Troy and Lance were all for everyone staying over – room for everyone, but Henry, as a diplomat's son, had a curfew of sorts, and so with many apologies and more than just a few grasps of his truly extraordinary cock, he said that he had to go. He asked for Troy's mobile phone, made a phone call, and then smiled and said: "My car will be here in ten minutes." "I see this as a challenge," Troy announced. "You boys think we can bring Mr. London here off one more time before his car arrives?" Jeff and Tom groaned, but Lance, Dave and Kevin's eyes lit up. Lance was always ready to go for any sexy game with his sexy twin brother, and for Dave and Kevin the weekend had been like an unexpected buffet -- who knew that so many hot young guys were ready to take off their clothes, show them their cocks, and then teach them what gay boys do with them? Henry put up his hands in protest and said "No, no, no, luvs, the car really will be here," but then they fell on him. We'll continue our tale in the next chapter.