Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2013 01:04:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS, CHAPTER 2

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 2

This is a story about juvenile young men enjoying each other in all
possible ways.  If it is not your cup of tea, please read something else.

You will remember that in the last episode of our story, our young hero,
ten-year-old Andy, masturbated at his window while looking at the
beyond-gorgeous Edison twins in the yard next door and the way in which
they masturbated their big cocks and suckled on each other's wieners.  The
twins noticed Andy, called out that he should come down to their yard, and
then ejaculated their cum into the preteen's hot mouth before driving him
insane with their hands and tongues for many minutes before allowing him to
explode in his dry orgasm.  The twins' dad, Jeff, watched the horny scene
on a monitor in his law office because of the security cams that he had
installed around the house.  He didn't think the twins were aware of them,
but he looked forward to reviewing the security tapes that evening to find
the place where little Andy was writhing on the grass and almost screaming
with passion as the orgasm racked his smooth little body.  The cams yielded
no sound, but that was OK.  After washing up, Jeff went back to work.  He
had a bear of an insurance case to deal with.

Lance and Troy were scheduled to play tennis that afternoon, so they bade
Andy goodbye, but only after telling him that he was welcome in their yard
anytime he wanted.  They trotted inside, tossed their Speedos on the floor
and dressed in their tightest jockstraps, tiniest tennis shorts and
tightest tank tops.  The twins were perfectly aware of how hot they were,
and they were essentially preening peacocks, the two of them.  There was
also the fact that the boys they were to compete against that afternoon
were two students from the nearby college.  The twins were hoping to get a
look at them naked in the showers after the game and then ... well, who
knew?  They went into the garage, where the Infinity their dad had given
them as a 16th birthday present was (though only on condition that both
boys maintain at least a B+ average in school the previous year --
something which Troy, who was the brainier of the two, did without any
sweat, but Lance had to work at).  Ten minutes later they were at the
private club of which their dad was a founding member.  They waved hi to
Sam, the bartender in the club's restaurant.  The previous New Year's Eve
Sam had slipped the twins small glasses of Champagne to celebrate, and they
had been friends ever since.

The college boys were already on the court, lobbing shots across the net at
one another.  When the twins arrived, they stopped and trotted over.

"One of you must be Lance to whom I spoke on the telephone," said one of
the boys.  He grinned.  "You boys are identical!"

"I'm Lance," said Troy.  The twins liked fucking with people.  "You must be
Reginald."

"The same," the boy said and stuck out his hand.  The twins inwardly rolled
their eyes.  Reginald?  Their eyes all but rolled back into their heads
when the boy added, "Reginald Thompson the fourth.  Quite pleased to meet
you, I'm sure."

"Don't mind him," said the other boy.  "Reggie here likes to pretend he's
related to the Queen of England, but actually his grandpa was a coal miner.
Of course, now his dad owns the whole fucking coal industry in the state."
He also put out his hand.  "My name is Dave.  So you're Lance?  And so you
must be Troy."  Troy and Lance respectively nodded and shook his hand.

The two college boys were easy on the eyes.  They were wearing polo shirts
and proper tennis shorts, and the twins felt a bit underdressed, though
only for a second, because they knew they were much hotter.  Reginald was
6'0, with medium length dark hair and brooding blue eyes and the lean frame
of a serious track runner or tennis player.  Dave was shorter, 5'8, with
the red hair and freckles of his Irish ancestors, a bit of a fireplug, but
fast and athletic.  Both of them were handsome.

The foursome flipped a coin, and the twins won and elected to serve first.
The four of them went to their opposite sides of the court.  The twins were
natural athletes and pretty good at almost any sport they tried, but
Reginald and Dave were ranked 5th in the state in college doubles
competition, and they walloped Lance and Troy without much of a sweat at
all.  The result was 6:1, 6:2.

They shook hands like good sportsmen, and then Reginald said, "I do believe
that it is time to wet my whistle.  Shall we repair to the bar for some
refreshment?"

Lance and Troy looked at one another.  "Um," said Troy.  "We're only 17."

Reginald waved a hand in the air.  "Samuel in the bar will not object," he
said.  "He's a fine chap and has been serving me my libations since I was
your age."

Dave dunked him in the side.  "It's not like you're a grandpa now, asshole.
We're only 19."

"Never you mind," Reggie sniffed.  "I, for one, am very mature for an
elderly teenager."

Dave really did roll his eyes.

"Listen," Troy said.  "Before that, how 'bout a quick sauna and swim?" The
club had both a wet and a dry sauna and an Olympic-size swimming pool with
a retractable roof.

"I don't know about a sauna in the summer, but a swim sounds like a capital
idea, old chap," Reginald said.  "Alas, I have not brought along my bathing
costume."

Lance grinned.  "Samuel will not object," he said.  "Me and Troy here have
been skinny dipping in the pool lots of times." It was true.  Samuel behind
the bar was 23, in grad school, and half-crazy in love with the twins.
When they went swimming naked in the pool, he kept an eye on the entrance,
and if someone looked like he was entering the pool area, he pushed a
button under the desk which rang a small bell inside the pool room itself,
allowing the twins to scramble into their bathing suits or, if they had no
swimsuits, into the shower area.  The boys occasionally rewarded Sam with a
slobbering blowjob.  He was something of a nerd, complete with pocket
protector and thick glasses, but when the nerd clothes came off, he was
actually quite muscular as a result of having grown up on a farm and done
all of the heavy lifting that that entailed, plus he had a fine seven-inch
knob between his legs. For months he had been trying to figure out how to
ask Lance and Troy to double-fuck his ass (or even single-fuck it, for that
matter), but he hadn't been able to get up the nerve.

"I think a sauna sounds like a good idea," Dave said.  "I overdid it on the
weights yesterday, and I'm a little bit sore."

"There you have it, then," Reginald said.  "I shall proceed to the bar to
enjoy Samuel's company and his most excellent cocktails, and when you are
done overheating your pea brain, you may come and fetch me." He picked up
his racket, and off he went.

The twins looked at Dave.  "Is he always like that?" Troy asked.

Dave grinned.  "Nah, he just behaves that way when he's met someone new.
If you catch him unawares, he sounds like any normal guy.  But come on,
let's get inside.  I'm about to get sunstroke, and I want to heat myself
through.  I've got a date with my girlfriend tonight."

Troy and Lance looked at one another.  A breeder.  Oh, well.  That only
presented a slightly tougher challenge.  Either way, they would at least
get to see the college boy's dick.

No such luck.  In the locker room, Dave turned away as he stripped off,
providing the twins with a look at his freckled, muscular back and his
rock-hard ass instead.  That was close enough.  The three of them wrapped
themselves in towels and entered the wet sauna.  Dave clambered up to the
upper bench, while the twins sat down on the one below it.

For a couple of minutes they sat quietly and companionably, but then Lance
said, "Troy and me are pretty good at massage.  If you're hurting, maybe we
can do something with your muscles." He wasn't exactly lying.  He and Troy
massaged each other, and both of them massaged their dad.

"That would be great," said the voice above them.  "My shoulders are way
tense."

"You come down here, and we'll go up there," Troy instructed.  They changed
places. Lance sat down above Dave, one leg on either side, and went to work
on the boy's shoulders and neck.  Troy did the same to Dave's muscular
right arm and then left arm. They were rewarded with grumbling moans of
pleasure.

When he was done with the arms, Troy scooted two benches down and went to
work on Dave's feet.

"Jesus," the boy breathed.  "That is fucking excellent!" Troy worked slowly
up the dude's calves and then underneath Dave's towels to his muscular
thighs.  Oopsie!  His fingers brushed against the college boy's cock.  Dave
jumped a bit, but didn't say anything.  Down the thigh, up the thigh, and
this time Troy let his fingers linger on Dave's tool a bit longer.  Dave
reached down and pushed his hand away.

"Uh, uh," he said.  But he remained in his seat as Lance continued to
pummel his big shoulders.

"You know that's just another muscle," Troy said.  Always the smartass.
"I'm good at massaging it."

Dave opened his eyes and looked at him, dripping with sweat.  "I bet you
are," he said.  "But Reggie's been trying to get into my pants since we
were in the fourth grade, and I'm not really interested."

"We are not Reginald Thompson the Fourth," Lance said in his fruitiest
voice.  "We are ever so much prettier, would you not say so, my brother?"

"Ever so much," Troy agreed.

Dave laughed.  "You guys keep that up, and I'll get Reggie in here to give
you a spanking."

"Promise?"  Troy asked with a grin.

Dave shook his head.  "You're too much." He kept silent for a minute, and
then: "Do you know how to do a blowjob?"

Troy slipped his hand up the thigh again, and the cock was definitely
swelling.

"I'm always willing to try something new," he said, carefully not meeting
Lance's eyes, because he knew that the two of them would crack up if he
did.

"Betsy's awful at it," Dave said.  "That's my girlfriend."

"Why don't you get Reginald to blow you?" Lance asked.

Dave grimaced.  "I'd rather get blown by the Queen of England herself."

Troy decided that there was no time like the present, so he pulled open
Dave's towel, and two seconds later Dave's cock was jammed into Troy's
throat, and Troy's nose was rooting around in Dave's red pubes.

"Christ," Dave said.  "Fucking Jesus Christ!" But he did not move, and his
eight inches of Irish bone were Blarney Stone hard.  What the fuck was
this?  Dave had been interested in girls since he was a wee one, and Betsy
had tits to rival Dolly fucking Parton, but Jesus, his cock felt like it
was in the most wonderful, warm, wet tunnel in the world.  Lance was
massaging his shoulders, Troy was sucking his boner, and at that moment
Dave O'Malley did not want to be anywhere else at all.

The twins were polite and kept their towels on.  No sense scaring the
cattle.  But it took Troy Edison precisely two minutes and four seconds to
bring David Seamus O'Malley to an orgasm which caused him to roar and gasp
and pant.  He delivered a quart of Belfast sperm into the back of Troy's
throat, grabbing the boy by the back the head to press it into his crotch
as he cummed more than he could ever remember cumming.

Troy sat back up and ran his forearm across his lips.  Dave looked at him
curiously.

"So that was the first time you ever did that?"

Troy grinned.  "Not exactly."

Dave grimaced.  "I didn't think so.  Jesus, where did you learn to suck
cock like that?"

Troy pointed at Lance.  "He taught me."

Lance reached down and swatted him on the side of the head.  "Like hell I
did.  If memory serves, it was you who taught me."

Dave looked at both of them, a little panicky.  "You're not gonna tell
anybody about this, are you?  I mean, it was unfuckingbelievable, but
still."

Troy crossed his heart.  "Cross my heart and hope to die," he said
solemnly.

Dave laughed.  "You are such an asshole."

"You ever have yours licked?" Lance inquired from above.

Dave looked up at him.  "Had what licked?"

"Your asshole," Lance said.  "It's called rimming.  Wanna see what it's
like?"

Dave was about to say no way, but he was still lost in the warm and
wonderful haze of the best orgasm he could remember having in his life, so
instead he said, "OK." Next thing he knew, he was on his knees on the
bench, Lance still sitting above him with one leg on either side of his
body, but still covered up in his towel.  Troy got into position, and a
second later Dave gave a gasp as Troy's tongue connected with his puckered
bunghole and started lapping up and down his ass crack.  Oh, fuck, that
felt beyond excellent, too!  Without thinking, Dave lay his head down on
Lance's lap and felt a big, hard thing under the towel and his cheek.  He
felt himself getting aroused again.  The rough tongue lapping away at his
butt was making him feel twitchy and horny in ways that he had never
considered before, hell, he had never even known about them before.  He had
to admit that the twins were right - they were ever so much prettier than
Reggie.  And so David Seamus O'Malley took a deep breath, reached under the
towel, and took Lance's boner in his hand.  Troy and Lance's eyes met, and
they both grinned.  Bingo!

For a couple of minutes, Dave just stayed there, his head in Lance's lap,
his hand on Lance's boner, and his ass loving Troy's tongue on it.  Then he
looked up at Lance and said, "For me it really would be the first time."

Lance smiled at him.  "Nothing to it," he said.  "Just close your eyes and
think of England."

Dave grimaced.  "Do you guys ever stop?" But he opened Lance's towel and
set the ten-incher free.  Jesus!  Dave privately thought that he was hung
pretty good, but this?  Jesus!  Big and fat and ... yeah, ever so fuckin'
pretty.  And so nineteen-year-old straight boy David Seamus O'Malley opened
up his mouth, tried to remember what Troy had done to him (and forget what
Betsy had tried to do to him), and dove down.  His teeth rasped against
Lance's swollen cockhead, and Lance jumped.

Dave yanked his head away.  "Oh, fuck!  I'm sorry!"

"It's OK," Lance said.  "Just be careful with your teeth, dude."

Dave took Lance's erect penis into his mouth once again, but more
carefully.  He sank down until the cock hit the back of his throat, and he
spluttered a little bit, but he controlled himself and settled into a
certain rhythm.  The cock was silky smooth and hard, and Dave had an aroma
of sweat and musk in his nostrils.  He felt something leaking onto his
tongue and realized that it was Lance's precum.

Troy crawled between Dave's legs, took the Irish boy's throbbing boner in
his fist and began to run his tongue around and around the rocket-shaped
cockhead.  Once again David found himself thinking that he wouldn't want to
be anywhere else at that moment.  He was in a hot sauna, he was dripping
sweat, his cock was embedded in the mouth of someone who really knew how to
suck it, and ... well, yeah, he had a cock embedded in his mouth, too.  He
would think about that later.

Lance stroked Dave's hair.  "That's real nice," he murmured.  "Real nice,
dude." Dave found that he wanted to make this hot teenager feel fantastic,
and he did his best.  And just when he felt his own orgasm starting to well
up in his toes and up his legs and into Troy's slobbering mouth, Lance
whispered, "I'm gonna shoot." In one tenth of a second Dave rejected the
idea of pulling away, and so a few seconds later he felt the first blast of
the twin's cum shooting into his mouth.  Then a second blast, then a third
blast, then a fourth blast ... Jesus!  Dave had never tasted cum before,
not even his own (when he masturbated he shot onto a towel he kept under
his mattress specifically for that purpose and laundered weekly when his
mother wasn't looking), but he found that he didn't mind either the taste
or the mouthful of sperm that he had, so he swallowed.  At that moment, his
balls exploded into fireworks, and Troy masturbated the tick shaft of the
Irish boy's cock to give him maximum pleasure with one hand while yanking
out a blasting orgasm of his own with his other hand (Troy was ambidextrous
in that way).  Dave felt several spurts of burning hot cum splashing across
his hard ass. Half an hour earlier he would have objected to a dude
spooging on any part of his body, let alone his butt.  Half an hour later
he would have punched anyone who had suggested that he would ever be naked,
erect and active with another guy, let alone two other guys, let alone two
identical guys, let alone teenage identical guys.  He shook his head and
licked his lips to get at the last of Lance's cum.  What the fuck was
happening with him?

Troy extracted himself from under his new friend and slapped Dave on the
ass.  "Last one in the shower's a rotten egg," he exclaimed, and then he
was out the door.

Dave looked up at Lance.  "You guys really do that to each other?"

Lance smiled at him.  Dave Seamus O'Malley was not the first straight boy
his brother and he had bewitched.  "Since the age of 11 or 12," he said.

Dave shook his head.  "I can't believe I just did that."

"Did you like it?"

Dave ducked his head and felt himself blushing beet red.  "Um, like
... well, I mean ... I mean, I guess it was pretty much the hottest thing
that has ever happened to me."  Then he looked panicky again.  "Above all,
don't tell Reggie about this.  I would never hear the end of it."

Lance gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "Of course we won't," he said.  "No
matter what you think, we're not assholes."

Dave looked relieved.  "I believe you," he said.  Then he hopped off the
bench.  "So what was somebody saying about rotten eggs?"

Lance laughed and scrambled after him.  The two of them entered the shower
area, which was thick with steam from hot water.  They could barely see
Troy soaping up his sexy teen body.

Dave lathered himself up thoroughly and scrubbed hard.  He didn't know if
cum smelled like anything someone else would recognize, so he made sure he
was squeaky clean, running water into his mouth to rinse, as well.  The
thought popped into his brain that he wouldn't at all mind sucking a twin
cock again, that he wouldn't at all mind having a twin tongue up his
bunghole again, that he wouldn't mind cumming again with the twins.  He
felt his cock starting to plump up again and quickly turned his thoughts to
what his dad, who was a hard-drinking Irish steelworker, would say if he
knew that his only son had suddenly turned pansy on him.  Or, for that
matter, what Betsy was going to say when after their date he was gonna take
her home, put her on her front porch, give her a peck on the lips, and be
gone.  Gone home to think about ...

"Who's up for a swim?" came Troy's voice from the steam.

"I didn't bring my swimsuit either," Dave replied.

"Don't worry about it," Troy said.  "Sam will watch the pool area for us
and warn us if anyone's coming.  It's only 2:00 PM, I don't think anyone's
gonna be here anyway.  I'll go tell Sam we're getting in the pool."

Troy turned off the water, grabbed a towel and rubbed himself dry.  He
padded into the locker room, unlocked his locker and pulled on his tennis
shorts without the jockstrap, adjusting his cock so that it wouldn't stick
out the leg hole.  He went out into the bar area.  Sam was washing glasses.
Reginald was nowhere to be seen.  The bartender looked up.

"Christ," the bartender said.  "You're liable to give a person a fucking
heart attack looking like that."

Troy grinned.  "Don't do that, dude.  We'd have to call 911.  Where's
Reginald?"

Sam grimaced.  "He went outside to smoke a cigar, he said.  Christ, that
one can talk!  He's had two wine coolers, and I've heard his entire life
story.  For about the eighth time.  Is it true that his grandfather was an
earl in Great Britain?"

"I only met him today," Troy said.  It wouldn't be polite to disclose what
he'd heard from Dave - that Reggie's grandpa was actually a coal miner.
"Anyway, will you watch for us and ring the bell?"

"I'll do you one better," Sam said.  I'll put an "out of order" sign on the
door to the pool area and lock the door.  When you want to get out, just
pound on the door, and I'll let you out."

"OK," Troy said.  He went back into the pool area and heard the door lock
behind him.  Sam was a good guy.

Sam went back behind the bar and sighed.  Oh, well.  At least he knew that
Dave was straight, so he didn't have to think about the twins doing to Dave
what he so badly wanted them to do to him again and again.  That was
something anyway.

The three teenagers splashed into the pool in cannonballs, and for the next
half hour they horsed around like the healthy young men they were.  There
were a couple of water polo balls in the pool which they tossed around,
they dunked each other, Dave tolerated the three dozen times or so that the
twins grabbed his cock underwater and though he would never admit it, did
some grabbing and fondling himself, they raced each other across the length
of the pool (this an area in which, unlike in tennis, the twins could beat
Dave handily), and exhausted themselves thoroughly.  That done, they went
back into the shower area to rinse off one more time.  Then they got
dressed, banged on the door, waited for Sam to unlock it, and went back
into the bar area.  Reginald was sitting on a stool and nursing another
wine cooler.

"You were in there so long, I was quite beginning to think that you had
perished of heat exhaustion," he said.

Dave grinned at him.  "We're too young to die of heat exhaustion," he said.

"We're too young to die of anything," Troy chimed in.  Always the smartass.

Dave looked at him.  "How about another match of tennis tomorrow?  It's not
too often that Reggie and I get to play someone who's so easy to beat."

The twins laughed.  "Oh, yeah," Lance said.  "I had a good time even though
you beat it ... um, I mean, beat us."

"Me, too," Troy agreed.  "Let's definitely do that." Handshakes all around,
and the twins were gone.

Dave sat down on a stool next to Reginald and asked for a Coke.

"Do you believe that those two young men are familiar with the oeuvre of
Saint Oscar Wilde?" Reginald inquired.

Dave shook his head and smiled to himself.  He was used to questions like
this from his friend and had learned to answer them in a more or less
educated way.  "I don't think so," he said.  "All we did was talk about
football."

Reginald sighed.  "The prettiest ones are always breeders.  No offense, old
chum."

"None taken," Dave said.  And then he secretly adjusted his cock in his
pants.  Prettiest ones, indeed.