Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 06:46:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Sven Svensson Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 3 Andy and the Surfer Twins Chapter 3 This is a story about boys exploring themselves and each other. If this is not your cup of tea, read something else. You will remember that in the last chapter of our story, our heroes, Troy and Lance Edison, played a game of tennis with Reginald Thompson and Dave O'Malley and then seduced Dave into hot male teen sex which Dave had not expected, but which made him think about life in a whole new way. In this chapter, we return to young Andy who, when we last left him, had experienced a crashing orgasm in his 10-year-old body at the hands (and lips and tongues) of the twins. When Troy and Lance were gone, Andy went back to his house, and he naturally masturbated joyously as he thought back to having the twins' boners in his mouth and having his wiener worked to the sky and back. Once that was done, he went downstairs, set the alarm code, went out the back door, locked it, put the key under the flowerpot, hopped on his bike and rode two blocks East and one block South to his friend Taz's house. Andy and Taz were thick as thieves and had been ever since kindergarten. They were desk mates in the 5th grade and best of friends. They raced their bikes around, played basketball in Taz's driveway, played video games on the computer, skipped rocks on the local lake and did all of the other things that American boys do. Taz's parents were both professors at the local college, and they had had their son when they were both in their late 30s. They named him Oliver after Oliver Wendell Holmes, because they were both professors of law, and they were alternately amused and exasperated at their offspring. As soon as Taz learned to walk, Taz ran. As soon as Taz learned to talk, he talked and talked and talked and talked. I wanna go outside! I wanna go inside! Mommy, can I have another cookie? Why is the sky blue? How deep in the ground do the ants go? He was universally known as Taz because once, at the age of four, he and his mother were at the park, Oliver was tearing around like a whirlwind, and his exasperated mother declared, within earshot of some of her son's little friends, that he was just like the Tasmanian Devil from the old Loony Tunes cartoons. The name stuck. Being an active kid didn't keep Taz from being a good student. His mother had taken three years off from her job to take care of him, and among other thing she taught her son to read, write and do basic arithmetic. When he arrived at kindergarten, he found that the other kids were really pretty stupid. From the very first day, Taz could read the primer (and had read the first Harry Potter book, which his mother brought home from the library, by himself, only sometimes having to ask his mom what a certain word meant), Taz knew how to count to 100, Taz knew how to add numbers, Taz knew how to write his name, Taz knew his address and phone number. He received the best marks apart from the behavior category, because Taz simply could not understand why, in the middle of the day when he was wide awake, he should lay down on a mat and sleep for half an hour. Now, in the 5th grade, Taz was a straight-A student. Andy loved this about his friend, because Taz was always ready to help him with his homework when he needed help. Taz was also always a fountain of the latest jokes, and he kept his buddy in stitches half the time. Today, though, jokes weren't on Andy's mind. He desperately wanted to tell his best friend about what had happened to him that afternoon, and that thought made his insides boil. What would he say? What if Taz called him queer and wasn't his friend anymore? When Andy rode up to Taz's house, his friend was bouncing a basketball in the driveway, but as soon as he saw Andy, he dropped the ball, ran over to him and breathlessly said "Come in the house, I gotta tell you something!" So Andy and Taz went into the house. Taz's parents, like Andy's were at work. The boys stampeded up the stairs and into Taz's room, which, like most of the rooms of ten-year-old boys, looked like a hurricane had torn through it. And right then and there Taz turned to his best friend and very, very, very quickly said: "You know my cousin Eric from over in Springfield? He came over to our house last weekend? And my mom let us put up a tent in the back yard, and we slept there? And it was hot, so we weren't wearing pajamas or anything? And you know what happened? Eric taught me to jerk off!" This last announcement was made with a good bit of pride. Andy felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. He wasn't going to have to tell Taz anything about his wiener and what he had been doing with it. Taz had been doing something with his wiener and with his cousin! Cool! And Andy looked his best friend in the eye and said: "Jerk off? What's that?" And then he held his breath. "It's like when you get a boner?" Taz said. "You can like rub it and it feels like wicked!" Taz wasn't telling the whole story. He was just as nervous about talking to Andy about his dick as Andy had been to talk about his. Cousin Eric was 14, he had a big dick with hair around it, and when he had his orgasm, sperm shot out of it. Yes, he had taught Taz to take his wiener between his fingers and rub it up and down to bring the world crashing down on him in the best possible way, but before that happened, Eric took Taz's boner into his mouth, fed his dick to Taz, took Taz's smooth balls into his mouth and got Taz to do the same with his much larger testicles, licked Taz's butt, got Taz to do the same to him, and only then let Taz masturbate himself to his glorious, first ever orgasm, made all the more intensive by his cousin whaling away at himself on the sleeping bag next to his. After the two cousins had cummed together, their bodies were still raging, seeing as how there was one hormone addled teenager and one preteen who had just learned the best thing he could do with his body. Eric lay on top of his cousin and frottaged their dicks together. They put their wieners together, and Eric rubbed them together in his fist. They lay head to toe and suckled on each other's boners. The cousins cummed three more times before they finally fell into the sleep of the blessed. The next morning Taz's mother was surprised that the boys were still not out of the tent by 10:00 AM. Taz was usually a much earlier riser. When the two rapscallions finally appeared in the kitchen, tousled hair and all, they were both giggling about something, but Taz's mom thought nothing of it. They were always giggling. When Andy said to Taz, "Will you teach me?", Taz thought that he could teach his best friend all kinds of things, but first things first. The two boys stripped down, and if Taz noticed that Andy's wiener was so erect that it was pointing straight at the ceiling, he didn't say anything. Andy couldn't help it. He had seen his friend naked in the locker room at the pool of the club where his parents or Taz's sometimes took them. It was a nice club, with a big pool and a sauna in which Andy could never get past the lowest level, because it was just too hot up there. There was a nice guy called Sam in the bar and restaurant area who always gave them Cokes and kidded around with them. But Andy had never seen Taz with a boner, and his own wiener had sprung to action just the moment that Taz had told him that he and his cousin had jerked off together. Now both friends were fully erect, and Taz showed Andy how to take his wiener in his fist or between a couple of fingers and just rub up and down, up and down. The two boys sat down on Taz's messy bed, their backs up against the wall and masturbated companionably. Taz was looking at Andy's hand rubbing the three-inch boner he had, and Andy was looking at Taz's hand doing the same. "Tell me when it starts feeling really good," Taz said. Andy was carefully monitoring the pressure and speed with which he was masturbating, because he very much wanted to see his buddy get his rocks off first. "It feels great," he told Taz. "What's gonna happen?" "You'll see," his friend grunted. "I'm almost there." So Andy sped up the pace of his masturbation as Taz closed his eyes and tensed up his little body. Just as soon as his smooth little butt lifted off of the mattress and Taz gave out something between a groan and a grunt, Andy let himself go, and his orgasm made him feel like the world was just about as wonderful as could ever be hoped. His eyes were locked on Taz writhing around on the bed, and he was one happy boy. Taz wouldn't think of him as a queer. They were both queers! When the two preteens stopped panting, they looked at each other, their hands still on their wieners, and at the same time said, "I wanna tell you something." "You go first." "No, you go first." Both boys sensed that whatever it was, it would have something to do with what they'd just done. Both boys sensed that probably something had happened in that regard before. So first Taz told Andy that he hadn't just rubbed dicks with his cousin Eric, he had done other stuff, too, like put cousin Eric's wiener in his mouth and put his wiener in Eric's mouth. It was Andy's turn. He told Taz about the time he was down at the department store to do some modeling, and Keith showed him his boner and taught him to rub his own boner to make it feel so good. Taz told Andy about how Eric and he had licked each other's butt cracks and bungholes. Andy shared that Keith had unloaded a splatter of stuff on his face that dripped down his chin. Taz told Andy that Carl and he had gotten into a position where each of them could have a boned penis in his mouth. Andy hadn't even gotten to the twins, and he didn't think he was going to tell Taz that it started with him standing up in his bedroom and rubbing his wiener like a big old dope looking at the twins in the next door yard. But then Andy realized that if he hadn't told Taz about sucking off Lance and Troy, and Taz had told him that he had sucked off his cousin, Andy could once again say: "Will you teach me?" And for the first time in his ten years, Andy had the great pleasure of suckling on the boner of his best friend in the whole world, Taz had the great pleasure of thinking that he had introduced his best friend to a new and sexy game, and then Taz had the pleasure of getting on his hands and knees between Andy's outspread legs and blow his classmate to a crashing orgasm after Andy had caused Taz himself to gasp and writhe on the bed and let all of his insides blast through his body as his little boner exploded into ecstasy in Andy's mouth. After that they checked out the process of lapping at each other's tight, puckered bungholes, making both of them squirm and moan and get boners all over again. There was only one thing to do. They shuffled around on the bed until they were head to toe, and Andy's boner was in Taz's face, and Taz's boner, which he privately thought had probably grown by an inch that day, was in Andy's face. The two best friends sucked each other off like best friends should always be ready to do. They even cummed together, grasping at each other's butt cheeks as their bodies trembled through the unbelievable sensations that were racking them and making them burn. When they could think again, they looked at each other, and Andy and Taz erupted in laughter. They clutched each other and roared as they thought about how relieved they were that Taz understood what Andy was all about and Andy understood what Taz was all about. They giggled because they were ten years old. They laughed because they had just shared the biggest secret between each other that two fifth graders can ever share. And at that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Taz and Andy jumped, and then Taz hopped off the bed, pulled on his shorts and T-shirt, and trotted downstairs barefoot. At the door was his cousin Eric and Eric's mother, Mrs. West. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, Oliver," Mrs. West said (she was a proper lady and refused to call the boy Taz, feeling that to be vulgar). "My sister in Chicago has had an accident, and I need to fly to Chicago and help her. I've spoken to your mother, and she said that it would be fine for Eric to spend a couple of days here at your house. She said to tell you that she and your dad will be home around 8:30, as usual." Taz's parents both taught evening classes. "That's fine, Mrs. West," Taz said. "Hi, Eric." Behind his mother's back, Eric gave Taz a wink and licked his lips suggestively. Taz felt a stirring between his legs and blushed slightly. "Thank you, Oliver," Mrs. West said. She rummaged in her purse and came out with a wallet. "Here, I'll give you 20 dollars to cover Eric's food." She thought for a moment and took out another twenty. "Let's make it 40. I know how much Eric likes to eat." Taz didn't know what to say about that, so he took the money and thanked Mrs. West. She gave Eric a kiss on the cheek, which made him squirm, and went back to her car. She got in and drove off. Eric came into the house, and Taz closed the door. The very first thing Eric did was to put his hand on the front of Taz's shorts. "What've you got in there?" Taz pushed his hand away. "I've got a friend here," he whispered. It was that moment which Andy chose to come trotting down the stairs, wearing just his shorts. He hadn't heard any of the conversation, but he had heard the door slam shut. "Who was ..." Andy stopped up short. There was another boy with Taz. "This is my cousin, Eric," Taz said, trying hard to keep a straight face. It had been just half an hour before that he had been describing to Andy all of the sexy things that he and his cousin had been doing in the tent in the backyard the previous weekend. Andy looked at Eric. He was taller than Taz, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with the name of his high school on it, with flip-flops on his feet. Eric walked over to Andy on the stairs and stuck out his hand. "Hi. What's your name?" "This is Andy," Taz said. "Him and me go to the same school, we're in the same class." "Cool," Eric said. "Nice to meet you, Andy." Eric's hand felt warm in Andy's. "So what have you guys been up to?" Andy felt himself blushing. "Um, nothing much," he said. Eric was an observant teenager, and right now he was observing that there was something bouncing around in Andy's shorts. Like Taz, Andy hadn't bothered putting on his underwear, and his hormones were taking over. And so Eric West put his hand on the front of Andy's shorts, and sure enough, there was a boner in there. Eric's five-inch penis started to feel distinctly uncomfortable in his jeans and underwear. Not for long. Two small hands reached around his waist from the back and nimbly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and yanked down both the jeans and the boxer shorts that were underneath. Eric's penis flopped out and almost immediately rose to big bone. He could feel Taz's boner pushing up against his butt crack as his cousin took his boner in his hand and began to stroke it lazily. Andy was still standing on the stairs and staring at the half-naked teenager in front of him being rubbed by his best friend. Eric realized that the boy was hotting up, so he reached forward and pulled Andy's shorts down, letting the preteen's boner spring up almost vertical, as it always did. Eric bent forward and inhaled Andy's erection, opening his mouth wide to take in not just the boner, but also both of Andy's balls so that he could roll them around on his tongue. Behind him, Taz dropped on his knees and buried his face between his cousin's butt cheeks to get his tongue at the puckered asshole and crack, reaching under to fondle Eric's cock and balls. Eric gasped in ecstasy. He had taught his young cousin well. Eric West had discovered the joy of masturbation quite by accident in the bathtub at the age of nine. A bit of soap, a bit of hot water, a bit of fingering, a bit of stroking, and then the boy was breathing hard, his hand a blur under the water, until his whole world exploded in a frenzy of color and passion. He sat in the bath with his mouth hanging open for several moments after the orgasm made him realize that he had never known anything about life before, thinking about what had just happened. Could he do it again? Yup. To the point where his mother banged on the bathroom door to inquire whether her son had managed to drown himself in the tub. The very next day, Eric went to school, and after gym class, he glanced around at other fourth-graders in the shower room and wondered whether any of them knew what he knew about what to do with the wieners that were hanging down between their legs. An idea occurred to him right then and there. After toweling off and getting dressed, he put his book bag in his locker and locked it. Eric knew that during the last period of the day, the sixth graders had gym class, and he decided that he would time it to come back for the bag right when they were in the showers. It worked like a charm. The eight-grader who was behind the desk to pass out towels told Eric to go ahead and get his book bag. Eric went to his locker, opened it, took his book bag, and then sat down on the bench to rummage around in it. He wasn't really looking for anything, but over the next couple of minutes the sixth-grade boys began coming out of the shower to dry off and get dressed. Eric didn't know where to put his eyes. Some of the boys had some hair around their wieners, and some of the wieners were much bigger than his. He had a painful boner when he put his book bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. "Hey," he heard the eight-grader behind the desk say. "Come here!" Eric approached the desk. The boy behind the desk leaned forward and whispered, "I saw you looking at the cocks, dude." Eric blushed and thought that he might cry. What would the boy do? Tell the other boys that he'd been peeking at them? Beat him up? But the boy was smiling, and then he said: "You wanna see a bigger one?" Eric plucked up all of his courage and nodded. The 13-year-old lifted the barrier, and Eric scooted behind it. "Just hide under the desk," the teenager instructed him. Boys were coming to deposit their wet towels. After a few minutes, the racket and din in the locker room was over. "You can come out now," the boy said. Eric stood up. The teenager hooked his thumb under the waistband of the gym shorts he was wearing and pulled down. Out came a boner which looked huge to Eric. There was hair around it, and big balls underneath. "Lemme see yours," the boy said. Eric looked around. No one was there. He copied the older boy's actions and released his painful boner from its sheath. He was ashamed. His wiener was so little. But the boy looked at it and said, "Nice. You know what to do with it?" Eric looked up at him, not understanding what he meant. The boy took his boner in his hand and stroked up and down a couple of times. "You know - jerk off?" So that was what Eric's bone-tingling adventure in the bathtub was called. Jerking off. He felt relief and nodded again. "Wicked," the boy said. "I only learned a year ago. I do it all the time." "I did it three times yesterday," Eric said. It was true. Twice in the bathtub, and then once in bed before going to sleep. It had been awesome. He didn't mention that he had jerked off in the bathroom that morning and again in the school bathroom during lunch break. He couldn't get over how good he could make himself feel just by touching his wiener. The teenager was stroking his boner, so Eric did the same, and for the next two minutes the two boys masturbated, each staring at the other's dick and loving it. "I'm gonna cum," the locker room attendant said. He was breathing hard, and his face was red. The next thing Eric knew, something was shooting out of the boy's dick and all over Eric's masturbating hand. His wiener was suddenly slick and warm, and the orgasm didn't so much slide into his body as crash into it, and he gasped as it pounded into him. Without thinking, he lifted his hand and licked off the stuff that the boy had squirted onto him. It was sort of salty, but not nasty. "That was hot," the boy said. "I'm Rick. What's your name?" "Eric." "Cool. Did you like what we did?" Eric nodded vigorously. He had more than liked it. He had loved it. As for Rick, he had already had sperm the first time he had masturbated nine months earlier, and he was fascinated to watch a penis exploding in orgasm without ejaculating any cum. Rick knew that he liked other boys, and this little blond one was all that and a bag of chips. A few weeks before, he had been at the park, and in the lavatory an older teenager had showed him his big dick and taught him to take it in his mouth and suck on it until it erupted in hot cum, so Rick taught Eric how good it felt to have a mouth on his boner and his mouth on another boy's boner. Eric West never looked back. Five years later, he was suckling on Andy's boy boner while his cousin lapped away at his backside. The tongue disappeared and he heard Taz say, "Let's go to my room." The three boys took off their shorts and jeans completely so as not to trip, and they stomped upstairs, their erections leading the way. In Taz's bedroom, they fell all over each other. Taz sucked Eric and Andy, Andy sucked Eric and Taz, Eric sucked Taz and Andy. They licked each other all over, ran their hands over their smooth, hard bodies, and drove themselves to the point where Taz and Andy were on their knees on the floor, masturbating their boners furiously while Eric jacked himself to a big spurting orgasm all over their faces, letting them lick and lap at his cock and the content of his balls while they yanked themselves to bone-crushing dry orgasms. No sooner had the boys recovered from their passion, the phone rang. Taz went to get it, and when he came back, he said: "That was your mom, Andy. She wants you to come home for dinner." "I hope I'll see you again," Eric said to him. "I'm gonna be here for a couple of days anyway." He tousled Andy's hair. "You're real hot." "What about me?", Taz piped up. "You're hot, too," Eric told his cousin. "But two are better than one." What else is happening at 6:10 PM? Lance and Troy are in their den, furiously pushing buttons on their consoles to run their cars on a video game racetrack on TV. They are still remembering the way in which they seduced Dave O'Malley at the club, and Lance has a little piece of paper with Dave's phone number in his pocket. Their dad, Jeff, is still at the office at his law firm, talking to a client about case while his law clerk, a handsome third-year law student called Tom, is under the desk and sucking on his dick. Jeff is keeping a totally straight face, and the client isn't noticing anything. Over at the club, Sam is still behind the bar, serving drinks and thinking about Lance and Troy and Dave and Reginald. Well, less about Reginald, who is a big pest. But Sam knows, because Troy whispered it in his ear, that Dave had given himself up to the twins, and Sam is twitchy because of that fact. Dave himself is at home, having dinner with his parents and his pesky younger sister, and he is having a hard time keeping his dick from constantly boning up at the memory of Troy and Lance putting him through his first gay sex paces. He's going to pick up Betsy and go to a movie in half an hour, and he doesn't really want to, but even more he doesn't want to deal with Betsy being a hysterical bitch if he tells her that he can't go. And Reginald is in his room in the dorm at the college, whacking off his six-inch erection and trying to remember exactly what the blond twins looked like. Oh, how he wanted to see them naked! Oh, how he wanted to see them boned! Oh, how he wanted to suck their dicks! Oscar Wilde would understand.