Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 05:29:25
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Boxing Day" (t/b, m/b, t/m, incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two recently turned fifteen-year-old twins, who, in
the spirit of the Christmas season, raise money and collect donations for
the needy while spreading cheer and good feelings throughout their
community.  Yes, another warm, uplifting values-oriented story filled with
pleasant thoughts and throbbing ejaculations.  This story is posted at free
gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not
given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here.  This
is the twentieth story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths
series.  Readers are welcome to send the author, J.O.  Dickingson,
comments, story suggestions and boxing day gifts at authorsix@hotmail.com A
special thanks to a loyal reader, supporter and friend, Mathew, for
providing the draft for this story.  The Brewster boys encourage you to do
a good deed this season of giving.  Instead of coins, drop a pack of
condoms in those Salvation Army donation boxes this year and give the guy
in the uniform a grope.

			   A BREWSTER BOXING DAY

     "Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  I got a note from school for you,"
announced thirteen-year-old Benny, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of
the pocket of his cargo pants and tossing it on the kitchen table as he
grabbed his lunch and picked up his backpack.
     "A note from school?" asked his mother, her heart rising immediately
in her chest as she looked at the crumpled piece of paper.  Her middle son
was an above average student, but sometimes his youthful enthusiasm got out
of control.
     "For us?" added her husband with a sinking feeling in his stomach as
he similarly stared at the paper, dreading the news it contained.
     "Yeah," Benny replied, heading for the door
     "Uh-oh," chorused Benny's three brothers, stepping as one to block his
escape.  Benny jerked his head, motioning for them to get out of the way.
His younger brother, eleven-year-old Bobby, gave him the middle finger with
a twinkle in his hazel eyes.  Benny, a slightly older version of his
younger brother and looking more and more like his dad every day, jerked
his thumb at his crotch.
     "What is it about?" Brenda and Barry asked together, still staring at
the crumpled paper.
     "I dunno.  It's addressed to you," Benny replied, trying
unsuccessfully to step around his widely-grinning brothers.
     Barry got up and moved around behind his wife as she opened the
envelop.  As he looked over her shoulder, the four boys watched their
parents with baited breaths well, actually, with Coco Puff scented breaths.
While getting dressed that morning, Benny had prepared his explanation how
the three students in the grade seven class who had mooned their school
principal yesterday had misunderstood what he'd really suggested they do,
and he had already explained to his teacher that someone must have copied
his handwriting when they'd written the url for the assgm archive on the
home room blackboard above what he thought was a particularly realistic
picture of an erect dick.  As for the toothpaste in Will Spellman's jock
strap, well, there was no way that could be traced back to him.  Despite
the seriousness of the present situation, Benny had to grin.  That had been
the funniest of his pranks.  Will was always late, and always in a rush to
change into his gym strip.  The look on his face when he'd grabbed his jock
and slung it on, and the sight of the thirteen-year-old standing there
starkers with gobs of toothpaste clinging to his dick and balls and stuck
in his hairs was hilarious.
     "The junior high school is having a fund raiser for the poor."
     "Another charity event?" asked Barry, his voice reflecting his relief,
but also a hint of dismay.  "If they keep this up pretty soon they'll have
to have a fund raiser for us."  Brenda, a compulsive fund-raiser and pretty
much a full-time school volunteer, gave him one of her looks as their four
boys giggled.  Of course Barry was just as community-minded as his wife and
was only joking, but there was a point. . . .
     "This is part of the exchange program with England," Brenda continued,
reading from the letter.
     The junior high principal and grade eight history teacher, Harold
Beeswick, had been born in England, and one of his best friends was
principal at a junior high there.  The two had initiated what was now a
long-standing tradition of students in grade eight in the two schools
exchanging reports about each other's country and traditions and being
matched up with a buddy to work on some joint projects by email as one of
their major history class assignments.  The two principals had been talking
recently, and had decided that the Christmas holiday in their two countries
had become too commercialized and materialistic, so they'd decided to do
something about it.
     "Mister Beeswick would like to sponsor a family Boxing Day event as a
means of developing an altruistic attitude in our young people."
     "All-true-is-stick?  What the fu-, fu-, fu-, fu'crying out loud is
that?" asked Bobby.  In his efforts to keep up the pretense of having a
stuttering problem, he had begun to stumble over the "f" word on purpose,
but each time he began, his three brothers were certain he was going to
slip and say fuck by mistake.  Over the past four months he had also
developed nearsightedness, making it necessary for him to press in close to
his tutor during his remedial speech lessons, and to innocently rest his
hot little hand on the hunk's crotch.  At first that had elicited no
response, but over time the boy began getting aroused until now Bobby was
sure he was looking forward to their sessions just as eagerly as the horny
eleven-year-old was.
     "Altruistic means unselfish," explained Brenda, "being considerate of
others.  Boxing Day is a traditional English holiday falling on December
26th.  It comes from the historical practice of distributing the church's
alms boxes to the poor the day after Christmas.  Anyway, Mr. Beeswick
figures what with the success of our Bastille Day celebration, we could do
something similar for Boxing Day.  He's suggesting that in celebration of
the holiday, participating families gather donations for the poor.  Then on
the 26th, a carnival will be held in the high school's gymnasium where
family sponsored fund-raising booths will raise additional cash.  They will
videotape the booths here and in England, and then exchange the tapes.  I
think it's a wonderful idea."
     "Oh yeah, it's awesome," agreed Brent, always ready to make Brownie
points.
     "Oh yeah, Mom.  Count us in," agreed Brett, following his brother's
lead, and their two younger brothers readily voiced their support.
     "You guys better head to school," Barry observed, a warm feeling
flooding over him as he put his arm around his now very pregnant wife.  His
boys were real scouts, chips off the old block.
     "Yes, go," urged Brenda, feeling the same as she beamed at her two
boys, and she placed her hand on her swollen stomach and prayed her next
two would be as good as the four that charged out the door with giggles as
they attempted to grab each other's butt.
     "You guys really think it's a good idea?" asked Benny as the four boys
headed for the bus stop.
     "No," said Brent, "but Mom does, and you know Mom.  Once she gets an
idea she never lets go, especially if it's fund raising."
     "Yeah, like the Bastille Day project," said Benny.
     "Oh yeah," his brothers all agreed.  They smiled as they thought about
the fun they'd had on that day, especially with the cock guillotine, and
they began to feel a stirring in their pants, something that had been
happening regularly and with increasing frequency for the past couple
years.
     "Actually, a day with everyone in the high school gym could be loads
of fun," said Bobby.
     "Oh yeah, loads," said Benny, jerking his hips forward in mock
ejaculation.  Ever since he'd started to cum he'd found hundreds of things
to remind him of the most awesome thing a guy could do.
     "We did have fun during the reading fair and basketball tournament on
April Fools Day," observed Brent as he thought of the dozens of pranks they
had played on teachers and classmates alike, and the hot fucking and
sucking that had gone on in the showers and washrooms.
     "Oh yeah!" his three brothers replied.  Now that had been a holiday!
Their pants began to develop very distinct tents.
     "We could sort of pick up where we left off Veteran's Day," suggested
Brett.
     "Oh yeah!" his three brothers all agreed enthusiastically.  Thinking
of all the hot cubs, scouts, cadets and vets fucking and sucking all
afternoon in the meeting room, and the fun they'd had with Neil Jasperson
afterward in their bedroom, three of the brothers felt their throbbing
cocks begin to ooze pre-cum and Bobby's ached so badly he had to reach down
and squeeze it.
     "So what sort of fund-raising booth could we have?" asked Benny as he
reached down and adjusted his swollen cock so it was in a less awkward
position and giving it a few strokes at the same time.
     "We could sell our special brand of beer," suggested Brent, noticing
his younger brother's action and reaching down to do the same as he thought
of the Viagra-spiked keg they'd served the veterans on Veteran's Day.
     "And our special punch," added Brett as he thought about the cubs,
scouts and cadets all walking around with bulging pants, the result of the
Spanish fly they'd dumped in the punch.  He squeezed his own bulge and
wondered if he should slip into the can once they got to school and have a
quickie jerk.
     "We could sell condoms," suggested Bobby, who had slipped his hand
down the front of his pants and underwear.  Being the only one of the
brothers who could not yet cum, he did not have to worry about the result
of his fiddling.
     "Or dildos," suggested Benny.
     "We could make those Exlax Oreo cookies we made for April Fool's day
and sell them for a dime each."
     "And we could fuck up the toilets at the school and set up our own
port-a-potties and charge five bucks to use them," added Benny and the four
boys laughed at the thought and began to make grunting and farting noises.
     "We could tie up Wally in the showers and sell tickets to pee on him."
     "And put that powder grandpa takes to make him pee more in the juice
fountains in the cafeteria."
     "Great idea!"
     "What's a great idea?" asked Benny's best friend Justin as he joined
them.
     "Fucking your butt," said Benny.
     "Perv," joked Justin.  As the two friends play boxed with each other,
each imagined the two of them doing just that.  Ever since they'd caught
Justin's older brother fucking his girlfriend up the ass, the two buddies
had imagined bumfucking each other during their solo jerk sessions.  Being
best buddies, neither had dared to suggest it though in fear of what the
other would think and of losing the other's friendship.
     "Hi, Mister Blackburn," each of the boys greeted with huge smiles as
they clambered onto the bus.
     "Geez," whispered Bobby as he discretely handed the
two-hundred-and-seventy-pound forty-two-year-old bus driver a Kleenex from
his pocket. "How'd you get a booger in your hair?"
     Knowing the perky eleven-year-old very well, James Blackburn was not
about to fall for one of the boy's pranks.  Of course, there was no
guarantee that it was a prank, and knowing some of the grade one and
kindergarten students he picked up, there was the possibility one of them
had been picking their nose and left the result on him as they'd squeezed
by.  Much to Bobby's amusement, and those of his friends whom he'd let in
on the joke, the hapless driver spent the rest of the route running his
fingers through his hair and checking himself out in the rear-view mirror.
     Brenda Brewster had phoned the school and registered the family before
the boys had gotten to the school that morning, and she was soon one of the
key organizers of the event.  Having signed up early, and having a record
of being one of the top fund raisers, the Brewster family had a prominent
and expansive booth space.  As it turned out, the Brewster brothers and
their mother, along with a few goodie goodies, were the only ones who got
excited about the idea.  Kids and their parents were even less altruistic
than the two principals had feared.  With the deadline for booth
registration fast approaching, the event looked like it was going to be a
total bust.  So, in desperation, the principals resorted to bribery.  It
being the Christmas season, the time of good well toward all men, it was
not difficult to get local businesses to donate prizes for the families
making the biggest donations.  First prize was a home entertainment center,
including a forty-three-inch TV, digital camera, DVD player, Sony Play
Station II, and a Hitachi VCR and camcorder; second prize was a computer
system, including sound system, scanner, color printer, CD burner, a
hundred discs and one year's DSL connection; third prize was a new wardrobe
worth $2000 from Mayfields, the town's most upscale department store, and
fourth prize a $1000 gift certificate to Toys'R'Us.  Now with prizes like
that, student interest was definitely piqued.
     "I have a great idea what we can sell at our Boxing Day booth," Brenda
announced over dessert one evening.
     "Yaw?  Whaf's fat?" asked Benny, his mouth full of chocolate cake.
     "School uniforms."
     "School uniforms?" responded her four boys and her husband, spraying
the table with half- chewed chocolate cake.
     "What's wrong with that?"
     "Well. . . ," responded her husband as his sons looked at each other
in horror.
     "I wore a school uniform when I was a girl.  There are all kinds of
benefits to having a school uniform."
     "Like?" Brett managed to ask.
     "Well, uniforms eliminate peer pressure to buy the fanciest and most
fashionable clothes, for one.  And buying a school uniform can save a
struggling family money."
     Brent and Brett tried to imagine Conrad Blackwell and Jason
Smyth-Jones buying into that reason, or almost any of their friends for
that matter.  Bad idea!
     "If everyone is wearing the same clothes, there would be no more
teasing, and so there would be much less fighting and violence," she
continued.  "With better school discipline there would be better marks."
     "Fuck-rying out loud," said Bobby, unable to believe what he was
hearing and so upset forgetting to stutter.
     "I know it is hard to believe, but it is true," his mother commented
with a grin, figuring her youngest's expression of amazement was due to
learning the value of school uniforms in cutting down on the increasing
violence in schools.  "Besides those reasons, school uniforms can be a way
to bring about school spirit, just like school colors or a school mascot."
     "Yeah, like having a dork as a school mascot," whispered Benny.
     "Yeah, having school uniforms sucks," agreed Bobby behind his hand.
     "Oh, I dunno," replied Brent in a whisper.  "Uniforms aren't that
bad."
     "Yeah, like Neil Jasperson in a cadet uniform," said Brett, thinking
the same as his twin and feeling a stirring his Guess cargo pants.
     "Or Cam Souyong's band uniform," added Benny.
     "Boys, you're whispering," warned their father.
     "Ooops, sorry Dad," they chorused.
     "Anyway, I've found this company that is selling uniforms that would
be just perfect, and they are at an unbelievably cheap price.  Right now
they have uniforms in stock for sizes eleven to fifteen, which is pretty
much grades six to ten.  That is just perfect for this fund raiser," she
gushed.  "Those are the ages where kids are most subject to peer pressure
on everything, including the clothes they wear.  And even better, with the
size of space we have being the first to register, we could put up half a
dozen fitting rooms easy."
     "Moooom!  You have to be joking," responded Bobby.
     "Not at all."
     "Oh, maaaaan!" groaned Benny.
     "We'll talk about this later, boys," Brenda replied.  "You'll see I'm
right.  But I have to rush right now.  I have a meeting with the Boxing Day
Planning Committee.  We're hoping the Catholic middle school will join us
in the promotion, and I have just the right uniforms for them too.  And,
Reverend Bentley and Martha Richards have some plans to prevent the
shenanigans that went on back on the first of April."
     "Shenanigans?" the four boys chorused as they assumed the most
innocent of looks in a reflexive response.
     "Yes," replied Brenda.  "You would be shocked by some of the things
that I've heard went on during the literature fair and the basketball
tournament.  You weren't involved in any of them I hope."
     "Oh no," the four brothers chorused, as she gave them 'that' look.
     "Absolutely not," said Brent, shaking his head so vigorously his long
blond hair whipped back and forth across his face as he crossed his fingers
behind his back.
     "Scout's honor," added Benny, also crossing his fingers.
     "Well, for this event, the committee will make sure that there is a
regular team of teachers and parent volunteers to supervise the washrooms
and patrol the halls, and as much of the school as we can will be locked
up."
     After doing the dishes, one of the chores the boys were responsible
for doing, the G.S.T.F.I.B.D.P.C.C. (Gotta Stop The Fucking Idiotic Boxing
Day Planning Committee Committee) held their first meeting in the boys'
bedroom.
     "Oh maaaan, this is really turning out to be a bummer," began Benny,
running his fingers through his dark brown hair as he always did when he
was upset.  For Christmas he'd gotten the sides shaved and the top blended
with coppery strands which everyone said made the thirteen- year-old look
very sexy.
     "That's for fucking sure," agreed his kid brother as the seventy-three
pound, four-foot-six youngster flopped down on his bed.  He too had gotten
his hair cut for Christmas, having opted for the spiked look, which his
brothers said matched his personality.
     "So, what we gonna do?  We can't be selling no school uniforms!  Can
you imagine how everyone will treat us!" groaned Brent.  The lanky
five-foot-three, hundred-and-fifteen pound teenager leaned against the bunk
bed and scratched his armpit as he looked plaintively at his brothers.
     "And we gotta do something about fucking supervising the washrooms!"
observed his twin brother, slipping his hand down the front of his pants to
fondle himself.
     "Yeah.  What's the point of having a fund raiser if we aren't going to
have any fun!"
     "Fucking right," agreed Bobby.
     "Hey, you almost blew it at the supper table this time," observed
Benny with a wide grin.
     "Well, I was fucking mad," the eleven-year-old said, his hazel eyes
glaring as he ran his fingers through his gelled, dark brown hair.
     The boys sat there dejectedly staring into space.
     "You know, selling uniforms might not be such a bad idea," said Brett,
the logical thinker of the four boys.
     "Huh?  You crazy?" his twin brother asked incredulously.
     "Comes from all that jacking off."
     "Yeah, we told ya and told ya not to do it more than three times a
day."
     "Very funny.  Look, suppose we get the guys super horny on Boxing
Day?"
     "That'd be easy."
     "Yeah."
     "So horny they got to jack off," continued Brett.
     "So what good is that?  They got all the cans supervised, and the rest
of the school will be locked off.  You heard Mom."
     "So where is the one private place a guy can get off going to be?"
     "I dunno," his three brothers chorused as the three of them shrugged.
     "Duhhh," Brett responded as he marched across the bedroom.
     "The fitting rooms for our uniforms!" his three brothers shouted.
     "Got it."
     "So that takes care of the fun part, but what about winning the
contest?  We wanna sell something that will guarantee us first prize, and
selling geek uniforms and providing free jerk off booths ain't gonna do
it."
     "Well, the only way to get in the fitting room is to try on a uniform.
We could insist you have to buy a uniform, not just try it on," replied
Brett, thinking on his feet.  "We could say it's a health thing, it's
unsanitary to try on a uniform someone else has tried on.
  If they are horny enough, they'll buy a uniform just to get in the
fitting room to jerk off."
     "Hey, good one!" responded Brent, clapping his twin brother on the
back.
     "Just one problem," said Bobby, the most materialistic of the four
brothers.
     "What?" his older brothers chorused.
     "Getting the guys horny will get them to buy the fucking uniforms, but
how the fuck we gonna get the girls to?  If we want to win the contest, we
gotta sell them the fucking uniforms too."
     "Good point," Benny conceded, impressed by his kid brother.
     "Yeah, pretty smart," agreed Brent.
     "Well, I'm known for more than just my good looks you know."
     "Yeah, you're known for your tight butt too."
     "And being the horniest Brewster brother."
     "And moaning the loudest when you get rimmed."
     "And having stinky feet."

    "Hey, that one is Brent," Bobby protested.
     "Okay, how about this idea?" Brett asked, interrupting his brothers.
The four boys huddled.
     "Oh maaaan!" exclaimed Brent a few minutes later.  "That's got to be
the best idea you've had yet!"
     "You are definitely the smartest brother," observed Benny.
     "Too bad you got the smallest dick," grinned Bobby.
     "And your hair isn't as silky as mine," teased fifteen-year-old Brent,
tossing his long blond locks back with an impish grin.
     "Big deal," replied Brett.  "Who wants fine silky hair between their
fingers?"
     "We told you and told you that would happen if you kept playing with
yourself," observed Benny as he looked at Brent accusingly.
     "Hey, grandpa got fine silky hairs in his ears," observed Bobby.
     The four boys looked at each other, and with sparkling eyes, chorused,
"so what's he been doing!"
     "Anyway, I can't wait to tell Justin," observed Benny.
     "Do you think he'll help us?"
     "Does Bobby like to get his ass fucked?" Benny responded.
     The three boys looked at their kid brother and then at each other.
Turning as one, they leaped.  That was enough planning for one day.  And
besides it was only the beginning of December.  They had lots of time for
planning yet.
     When they told Justin their ideas at school the next day, he was more
than willing to help them with the technical side, in part because he was
always game for a great prank too, and mostly because he was Benny's best
bud.  As the days went by, everyone began to get more and more enthused
about the Boxing Day fund raiser.  Finally the twenty-sixth arrived, and
for many, with just as much excitement and anticipation as the day before.
The collection of donations had met with medium success, many families
feeling a need to give at this time of year, but many others having
overextended themselves and having little to give to charity.  As a result,
everyone entering the contest was starting the day almost equal with a
couple notable exceptions, including the affluent Smyth-Jones's and the
Hurd family, who ran a catering business and was doing especially well this
time of year.
     As for family booths, there was as great a diversity as there were
families.  The Bentley family was selling miniature angel ornaments for the
Christmas tree, and the Maartens family was selling coupons which allowed
the purchaser to call the family to come and take down the family's outdoor
decorations, and to take their discarded tree to the fair grounds where the
boy scout club was going to have a major tree burning and wiener roast in
the new year.  Another family was selling baking, another was selling fire
crackers and sparklers for New Years, and a third was selling coupons which
could be redeemed to have a member of the family come shovel the snow from
sidewalks.  There were booths trying to sell crafts and others selling
magazine subscriptions, egg nog, chocolates and almost anything else you
could think of.
      One of the Brewster's main rivals over the past few years, Jason
Smyth-Jones, determined to beat the Brewsters and to recapture the envy and
respect of his peers, had gone all out to win this contest.  To begin with
he had enlisted the support of his adoring younger cousins,
thirteen-year-old Andrew and eleven-year-old Daniel, who attended the local
Catholic Prep School and who had in the past competed against the Brewster
brothers in county wide soccer and basketball leagues.  Both Andrew and
Daniel idolized their older jock cousin and wanted to be just like him.  In
fact Andrew was an early convert from kiddie cartoon briefs to boxers and
Daniel had switched shortly afterwards as a result of their older stud
cousin, and both Andrew and his brother enjoyed giving wedgies to the
younger brief wearers at their school, something else their older cousin
enjoyed doing.
     So, it did not take much convincing for them to agree to Jason's plan
to donate all of their and his electronic gadgets, computers and clothes to
the Boxing Day drive, giving them a huge lead over everyone else. Confident
they would win first prize, they would not only get the home entertainment
center which Jason said his cousins could have, but they knew their doting
parents would replace everything they'd donated plus more.
     For the Boxing Day fund raiser, the popular and handsome boys had
decided on a kissing booth.  They were sure hordes of their female
classmates would pay five dollars for a chance to smooch good-looking and
athletic studs like themselves.  Not only would it be fun, but Jason
figured that would dispel the rumors about him being Conrad Blackwell's gay
lover besides.
     The Brewster booth went especially slow, much to Brenda's
disappointment, but the boys did not seem to mind, and she thought that
showed real character because she knew how much the first place prize meant
to the boys.  At first they had protested having to wear the geek uniforms
of polyester navy slacks and white dress shirt, blue and white stripped rep
tie, and basic white briefs themselves, but as their parents pointed out,
it was a good marketing tool.
     The booth set up by Jason and his cousins was also getting little
business.  What they did not know, was that Benny had started a rumor that
Jason's breath smelled of cock, which nobody found surprising considering
the type of boy everyone figured he was.  Bobby, meanwhile, had been
spreading the rumor that Andrew and Daniel had mono.  While that was
totally unproven, no girl was about to take the chance that it wasn't true.
     Finally, an hour before noon, the Brewsters got their first customer,
one of the grade nine girls, Candis Lewett, who came with her mother.  From
the way the teenage girl was fidgeting, the boys knew she had to be the
first of their victims to succumb to their propaganda.  School
announcements were displayed in the gymnasium and the hallways by the use
of monitors connected to the main office.  Principal Beeswick had thought
it a great plan to broadcast a video showing the distribution of alms boxes
in England throughout the day.  What he did not know was that the Brewster
brothers had made a copy of the video, which they switched with the
original once their technological wiz friend Justin had superimposed a
series of subliminal messages that the subconscious could pick up but which
was otherwise invisible.  "Being eleven is swell, but your pussy itches
like hell", "Buns of twelve-year-old chicks ache for big long dicks", "If
you're thirteen to fifteen, finger fuck your cunts til you cream", and "box
= itching hot twat" flashed across the screen at sixty second intervals.
Of course posters all over the gym and all the halls promoted the big
BOXing day contest.
     As Candis entered one of the girl's fitting rooms, the Brewster
brothers slipped into one of the boy's.  They excitedly looked up at the
tiny monitor Justin had set up in the corner of the booth, and they nudged
each other and leered as Candis stepped into the range of the camera
strategically hidden in the girl's fitting room.  Their eyes were glued to
the monitor as Candis quickly stripped off her jeans, blouse and panties.
As they had hoped, she took the opportunity of being alone to fondle her
pussy in an attempt to quell the fire burning deep inside it.  Hearing
someone enter the next fitting room, the boys slipped into the next boy's
fitting room in time to watch one of Bobby's classmates slip her hand down
the front of her jeans and vigorously rub her pussy before stripping off
her clothes.  They were in business!
     As more and more girls gave in to their basic urges and sought out the
fitting rooms at the Brewster booth for much needed privacy, a line-up
began to develop.  At first there was some balking at the news that they
could not just try on the uniforms and had to buy them, but their need was
too great and they all gave in.  Their mothers, surprised but pleased their
daughters were buying the uniforms, did not object to the requirement.  The
Brewster boys, at the same time, were spreading the word that there were
hot girls from the age of eleven to fifteen to be seen not just stripping
naked, but masturbating besides.  There was soon a line up of boys the same
length as the girl's, much to their mothers' even greater surprise and
support.  Of course when the boys were told that the uniforms were all
packaged, so once a package had been opened, it had to be purchased, they
were not so eager, but as word spread, even those who were most opposed to
wearing the geek uniforms were willing to get in line.  Of course the boxer
supporters questioned why they had to wear the sissy briefs, but when they
were told the more form fitting briefs were required with the sleek fitting
uniform pants and would show off their family jewels, they relented.  The
first boys were subjected to the ridicule of their peers of course,
although their mothers definitely approved of their more traditional and
conservative look.  However, as more and more boys learned of the real
reason for their friends purchasing the uniforms, more and more began to
ask their parents to buy them a uniform also.
     What the boys had not realized, was that the sight of their female
classmates stripping and masturbating would give them an instant boner, and
the briefs and thin material of the pants would do nothing to hide what
they were feeling, which would be a major problem when they stepped out of
the fitting room to show their parents.  Of course even the nerdiest of
them knew how to get rid of those boners, and within a minute of entering
the fitting room, each and every one of them was frantically pounding his
meat.  However, another thing they did not count on was their mothers
urging them to hurry, and other boys frantic to get in.  It was impossible
for a guy to enjoy, never mind finish, a hot jerk session with another guy
rattling the door of the fitting room and telling him to hurry, or with his
mom calling through the thin partition and asking if he needed any help.
As a result, for every smiling, temporarily satisfied girl there was a
frustrated, horny boy walking around with a poker in his pants.
     After lunch, Barry took Brenda home for a nap, her pregnancy and
preparing for the fund- raising event having worn her out.  Considering the
rambunctiousness of their boys, they were hesitant to leave them in charge
of the booth, but they really had little choice.  They were no sooner out
the door then the boys began their own marketing, circulating about the gym
in their new school uniforms, talking about the BOXing day promotion and
the BOXing day video being played on the monitors, and of course snickering
and whispering to the boys about the live cams at their booth involving
another type of box.
     The girls, totally unaware they were being caught on camera, began
slipping back to their booth on their own with the excuse that they needed
to adjust their school uniforms, and of course the boys sadly explained
that with such a high demand for the fitting rooms they'd have to exact a
price.  After all, a room used for a refitting was not getting them any
income for a new uniform, and less income meant less of a chance to win one
of the prizes.  The desperate girls reluctantly turned over their discarded
clothes, usually new outfits just received for Christmas, as an entry fee,
and the boys promptly added them to the Brewster's bin of donations to
charity.
     Similarly those boys who returned to the booth who already had
uniforms found themselves agreeing to the Brewster brothers' terms for the
opportunity to see some real pussy and to watch the horny girls satisfying
themselves.  Giving up their new clothes to jam into a fitting room with
two or three other guys was a high price, but being able to see real live
girls, many of whom they knew personally, frantically finger fucking
themselves was just too good to pass up.  For those boys who were too old
to buy uniforms, the Brewster brothers were able to extort jewelry,
designer footwear, cell phones, game boys, and pure and simple cash for
five minutes in the fitting rooms.  As the day wore on, there was nothing
the girls with twitching twats and guys with tented out trousers won't do
for admittance to the tiny rooms.
     Even Jason, who had warned his younger cousins to stay away from the
Brewster brothers as they were bad news, could not resist checking out the
rumor that the boys had live cams of girls masturbating in their fitting
rooms.  He protested having to change out of his new Gap jeans and de
Lauren sweater for the geek uniform, but there were too many of his friends
and classmates doing likewise for the rumor to be false.  Having five
minutes of viewing along with sixteen-year-old Billy Graham, who rumor had
it had a dick the size of a guy's pinky, and some little grade sixer he
didn't know, seemed like a rip off, but upon seeing his classmate and
cheerleader Sherry Anders finger fucking herself on the monitor, he decided
the opportunity was not only worth the price, but so hot he had to make a
second visit half an hour later.  That visit cost him his stylish clothes,
including his lucky silk soccer ball boxers, and only got him all the
hornier.
     Returning to the Smyth-Jones and Jones booth and sitting there
wondering why nobody was coming by just gave him more time to think about
the sight of that hot, dripping cunt on the monitor and the panting of the
girl satisfying herself.  As his oozing cock began to soak through his thin
briefs, the still clueless and still hopeful jock began to worry about
being embarrassed accepting the first prize in front of his classmates and
his parents with a boner and cum stain on his geek school pants.  Knowing
there was no way he was going to be able to get off in the closely
monitored bathroom, and growing more and more frantic by the minute, he
figured his only way out was to have a quick jerk in the Brewster's fitting
room.
     "So, what you got to give us for five minutes alone in one of the
fitting rooms?" asked Brett as Jason reluctantly but desperately informed
him that he wanted another session, but not jammed in with another couple
guys.
     "I'll pay you on Monday."
     "No way.  You gotta pay up front."
     "I'm good for it, for fucksake," Jason fumed, trying to hold back his
anger.  He knew the smirking nerd was just taking full advantage of the
situation.
     "Sorry, that's just good business," said Brett.  "Now, if you stand
aside there are others who want in the fitting rooms."
     "Others who are willing to share a fitting room besides," added Brent.
     It was true.  The boys were so desperate for another viewing of a hot
girl abusing herself that they were willing to pack two or even three in a
fitting room.  Of course there were a number who were gay and had no
interest in the cams, but who had purchased uniforms to keep up the
pretense of being straight, and for whom being crammed into a tiny room
with two horny guys was an added bonus.
     "I have nothing I can give you," replied Jason, now almost in a whine
as two boys left, both with very evident projections and the boys in line
behind Jason complained about the holdup.
     "Well, there is something you can give," said Brett, "but for five
minutes alone, the price is steep."
     "I'll pay it.  I'll pay anything," the horny fifteen-year-old replied,
desperate for relief.  "Just name it."
     Brett stepped up and whispered in his ear.
     "You fucking bastard," Jason cursed.  One of his classmates, Tess
Englewood, stepped up to Benny, who was manning the girl's section, and
gave him five dollars for her third visit to the fitting room.
     "Up to you," replied Brett.  Jason looked at Tess's backside as she
disappeared behind the screen separating the boy's and girl's fitting
rooms.  By this time the brothers had established a system whereby the
grade six and seven girls were given the first fitting room, the grade
eights and nines the second, and the grade tens the last.  The boys, if
they wished, then had a choice of the three matching boy's fitting rooms.
Three grade sixers came out, all with obvious tents in their pressed, navy
blue school trousers, and two grade sixers and a grade sevener behind Jason
were admitted on the boy's side. Jason gave in.  It was not as if Brett's
price of admission was something he'd never done, and it did solve his
problem of his swollen gonads being about to erupt.  He reluctantly nodded
and Brett motioned to Bobby to come take over for him and Brent.
     Now despite their cousin's warning, Andrew and Daniel could not resist
temptation, especially since almost everyone in their classes was now
sporting school uniforms and was talking about the hot cams in the fitting
rooms, and especially since Jason himself was sporting a uniform.  Taking
advantage of Jason's absence, they too approached the Brewsters' booth.
Benny directed them to the second fitting room.  The two boys' eyes bulged
out with shock at the sight of the thirteen-year-old, a classmate of
Andrew's, standing there with her legs spread and her fingers up her
pussy. By the time they had stripped to their boxers they were bulging too.
Benny meanwhile, had a brainwave.  Getting his friend Justin to look after
the girl's line, and Billy Hollis, the twin's best friend to look after the
boy's line, he and Bobby ushered the two younger Joneses from the middle to
the third fitting room.  Between the embarrassment of their erections
tenting out their boxers and the shock of seeing a girl's pussy for the
first time, they did not question why they were changing fitting rooms.
     What they found in the third fitting room was even more shocking than
a young girl finger fucking herself.  Andrew and Daniel stood there totally
stunned to see their straight stud cousin stark naked and engaged in a hot
threesome with the Brewster twins.  Jason was bent over and grasping
Brent's hips as he rapidly worked his lips up and down the blond teenager's
stiff cock while at the same time getting plowed by Brett and frantically
masturbating himself.  Only seconds later all three exploded, Jason's cum
shooting across the fitting room to strike the cloth partition, Brent's
load so copious that Jason could not swallow it all, and Brett's load
shooting deep up his ass.  With a sigh of relief and satisfaction, Jason
finally stood up.  Catching the sight of his cousins out of the corner of
his eye, he was horrified to discover his little cousins had witnessed his
performance.
     While futilely trying to deny his queerness with cum oozing out of his
butt, a pendant hanging from the tip of his dick, and a thick white
streamer curling out of the corner of his lips and around his chin, Jason
began to turn a bright red.  Andrew and Daniel were so shocked they did not
even notice as Benny and Bobby pulled down their boxers and maneuvered them
against Jason.  With threats to tell others what he'd just done with their
older brothers, Bobby and Benny had Jason bend over once again and he found
himself giving Daniel his first blow job while Andrew slipped his young,
slender cock up Jason's ass for his very first boy fuck.
     Now while the good Catholic boys were so engaged with Jason, Benny
chucked his uniform and stepped up behind Andrew while Bobby approached
Daniel.  The eleven-year-old had entwined his fingers in Jason's gelled,
spiked hair as his older cousin worked his lips up and down his stiff,
slender cock.  Marveling at the awesome feeling of a hot, moist mouth
sucking on his dick for the very first time, he didn't really notice Bobby
slip up behind him.  As the far more experienced boy grasped his hips and
pressed his slender, spit-lubed cock against the boy's tight unexplored
asshole, Daniel tightened his hold of his cousin's hair.  Inhaling deeply,
Bobby pressed forward, and with a grin of pleasure and achievement, sank
his three-and-a-half-inch dick into virgin territory.
     At the same time, thirteen-year-old Andrew was so hot and aching so
bad to get off a load after watching his naked classmate satisfying
herself, he did not protest as Benny stepped up behind him and pressed his
similarly spit-slick erection against his butthole.  As Andrew began to
ease his stiff cock out of his cousin, he found himself being penetrated by
Benny's rock hard, four-and-a-half-inch cock.  There was a moment of
resistance and pain, but the itching about his cockhead drove him back and
along the Brewster boy's cock as he withdrew his own four-inch dick from
his cousin's hot rectum.  Driving forward, he sank his aching cock back up
his cousin's hot, moist hole, at the same time sliding his own butt along
the shaft of the hard, throbbing cock up his ass.  Then as he drew back
once again, his cock slid out of his cousin's hot hole while Benny's cock
sank up his own.  Standing there behind the naked, gasping boy, Benny
simply grasped his hips to keep his balance and let Andrew do the fucking.
     From the gasping and grunting going on in the fitting room, the boys
in the rooms on either side did not have to be rocket scientists to know
that whoever was in the room was not just watching the cam, though even in
their wildest fantasies they would not have guessed what was really
happening.  Fifteen-year-old Harry Matsu was the first to lose it.  With a
sharp twitch deep in his groin and his thighs suddenly turning weak, he
stood there helplessly as he gushered.  There was absolutely nothing he
could do as he felt his cum race up the core of his erect cock and gush out
the opening.  After several hours of thinking about naked girls and hot,
dripping pussy, he was so hot it was as if he had not shot a load for a
week.  He sighed with the dizzy pleasure as his hot cum flowed across his
stomach.
     "Oh shit," sighed thirteen-year-old Eric Maartens standing beside him.
With the sight of his big-boobed classmate Ashley Whitford in the throws of
orgasm and knowing Harry had just creamed his trousers, he could not hold
back either.  He reached down and desperately squeezed the knob of his
stiff cock as tightly as he could, but nothing was going to stop the flow
of cum after the pressure that had built up in the handsome boy's balls.
His stiff cock throbbed violently and his teenage juice flooded across his
stomach and flowed down around his tight balls.  The third boy in the
booth, six-foot-four Matt Collins, frantically unzipped his school uniform
and he struggled to get his massive, seven-inch sausage through the fly of
his tight briefs.  He had no sooner done so than he shot.  His first shot
struck Harry in the ribs and the thick, creamy gob immediately soaked
through the thin cloth of the school uniform.  Trying to miss Harry, the
bulky football player turned, only to hit Eric just below the arm pit.  He
twisted around, spraying the curtains of the fitting room like a loose
cannon.
     In the fitting room on the opposite side was Bobby's best friend,
eleven-year-old Aaron Porter, the Brewsters' hero-worshipping neighbour,
eight-year-old Charles Elwood, and twelve- year-old Jack Young, a grade
seven student who had only recently begun enjoying the thrill of
masturbation.  The three had been openly groping themselves while they
watched the grade six girl rapidly working her fingers in and out of her
still hairless cunt.  For Charles, who had often spied on his older sister
whom every high school boy had the hots for, and for Aaron who had joined
Bobby in his Valentine's Day adventure in which he'd gotten two of their
female teachers hot for each other, this was not the first time either had
seen a female finger fucking herself.  For young Jack it was, and he
rapidly and vigorously rubbed the knob of his erect four-inch cock as he
watched the monitor.  As the three boys felt the itchiness about their
dickheads increase in intensity until their knobs were burning, they rubbed
their dicks furiously through the thin material of their pants as the
familiar tremors of their dry orgasm began to ripple up their little cocks.
As Jack felt that awesome ache of having to pee but being unable to do so
burn up the core of his bone, he suddenly felt something else.  Before he
realized what was happening, his first load of cum raced up his throbbing
little cock and gushed out of his dick.  He stood there in ultimate
pleasure and sudden embarrassment as he felt his thin, watery load spread
through his sparse hairs and trickle down his leg.  With his thin briefs
and the thin, navy polyester pants, the first load to be produced by his
young balls soaked right through, leaving a dark blue spot for all to see.
     Meanwhile, Andrew and Daniel were squirming with a sexual desire that
neither boy had ever imagined.  Coming from Christian homes and raised by
strict parents in a pure and some would say sterile environment, the boys
had been shielded from anything bordering on the sensual.  Theirs was a
life of purity and innocence, of prayers and communions, until this day.
The itch in Daniel's dick was so powerful the eleven-year-old began to fuck
his cousin's face, working his stiff, burning dickhead in and out of his
mouth with a ferocity that was making his naked body sweat.  Of course in
jerking his hips back and forth, he was sliding his rectum up and down
Bobby's stiff little cocklet, and the sensation of having a hot, stiff cock
up his asshole was causing it to burn just as fiercely.
     Andrew was fucking the other side of his still horny and once again
erect cousin.  Having an erection was not new to the thirteen-year-old, but
doing something about it was.  Up until then he'd put his mind to other
things, or if it was really bad, he'd had a cold shower.  Now, for the
first time in his life, he was experiencing a burning pleasure in his
dickhead that would make ignoring erections in the future totally
impossible.  He thrust his cock up his cousin's hot, moist hole with
delight, and shivered as he felt the knob of the hot, stiff cock up his ass
ease toward his sphincter, which was burning as pleasantly as his dickhead.
     The feelings the two Catholic boys were experiencing were feelings
Bobby and Benny had been delighting in for years.  The two brothers grinned
at each other knowingly as their dickheads itched deep up the two tight
assholes and they felt themselves growing closer and closer to their
orgasm.  Jason, in the middle of the fivesome, was dizzy with a mixture of
lust and disgust.  Although he had only recently cum, his cock was fully
erect and he could not help but jack himself off for a second time.  With
the pleasure of his fist pumping his dick, combined with the pleasure of
the stimulation of his asshole, he found himself quickly approaching his
second orgasm.
     Jason's second load was thicker than his first, and the squirts were
fewer and less forceful, but the pleasure was just as great.  As he panted
with the ecstasy of release, he felt Daniel's little cocklet throb between
his lips and the eleven-year-old trembled and whimpered with the ecstasy of
his first dry orgasm.  The youngster clenched his eyes tight as the tremors
caused his whole body to shake.  Bobby wrapped his arms about the trembling
boy tightly as the first waves of orgasm rippled through his own groin, and
he pressed his naked body against Daniel's as his hot breath blew against
the boy's neck.  Andrew meanwhile gasped with the sensation of feeling his
first load of cum rush up the core of his immensely hard dick and begin to
squirt up his cousin's ass.  Shot after shot erupted out of his burning
peehole as his tight, hairless nuts constricted and he trembled with the
greatest physical pleasure he'd ever felt.  At the same time he felt
Benny's hot load squirting up his own rectum, and the thought of another
boy shooting his semen up his hot, moist hole caused him to whimper with a
strange combination of pure joy and pure shame.
     As the five boys disentangled, they stood there panting and gasping
for breath, their bodies flushed with their orgasm.  As a final
humiliation, Benny and Bobby insisted that instead of the briefs that came
with their school uniforms, Jason wear a pair of lacy silk panties and
Andrew and Daniel wear pretty Power Puff cartoon panties which had been
left by the girls in payment for using the changing booths or they'd tell
everyone what had happened.  Desperate to escape, the boys dressed and fled
the booth, Andrew and Daniel not even bothering to take their clothes with
them.
     By the end of the day, the Brewsters had not only raised thousands of
dollars, but they had also extorted a tremendous quantity of goods from
their horny classmates, most of which they were more than willing to add to
the donation to charity and some of which they'd hidden away for their
personal use, or possibly to sell back to the hapless victims once their
hormones were back to normal.  When Brenda and Barry returned, they were
flabbergasted and exceedingly pleased by the success of the booth.
     So, much to Principal Beeswick's displeasure considering the trials
he'd gone through with three of the Brewster clan and the knowledge that
next year there would be another Brewster in his school, he had to declare
the Brewster family the winners of the Boxing Day celebration.  Needless to
say the other families were disappointed.  As for the students, every one
of them was glad the contest was over and they could go home.  There was
not a girl between the ages of eleven and fifteen who had not rubbed her
pussy raw and who wanted nothing more than to go home and have a long hot
bath and slip her soapy fingers up her crack for a nice, long finger
fucking session.
     Every boy from the age of eleven up, and many younger ones, was light
headed from having his blood drained down to his crotch for the past five
hours to maintain his erection, a condition that every one of them was in
as they stood there in the gym for the announcement of winners.  At least
half of them were standing and watching the ceremonies with sticky crotches
and obvious stains on the front of their pants, something that many moms
and even more dads noticed, especially with the bulges across their
stomachs or down one of their legs so obvious in their tight trousers.  The
thin Navy blue trousers, pale green in the case of those sold to the
Catholic boys, showed the dark wet stains particularly well.  Besides being
uncomfortable and embarrassed, Jason Smyth-Jones and his two cousins were
steaming mad at having lost, and at their treatment by the four brothers.
They did not realize it, but they were soon to be quickly and unexpectedly
cooled off.
     The Hurd family, which had been selling donuts and hot chocolate, had
forgotten to turn off the burners in their booth in their excitement at
being declared the second place winners.  The hot chocolate in the almost
empty pot boiled away and began to burn, resulting in not just an acrid
smell of burnt sugar, but a thin column of smoke, which upon reaching the
ceiling, set off the gym's sprinklers.  The immediate reaction was to run
outside, but the cold wind and wet clothes quickly convinced the first to
reach the doors to think again and to head back inside.
     It was while everyone was milling around and stumbling over each other
with those who'd reached the outside doors trying to push back inside, and
those getting drenched pressing forward, that why the uniforms had been
such a bargain price became evident.
  The threads holding the buttons and seams together began to disintegrate.
In no time the gym was filled with eleven to fifteen year-old boys and
girls standing in strips of soaked polyester, stripped ties, and plain
white briefs and plain white bras and panties.  As the soaked strips of
cloth slipped off their arms, they stood there helplessly in just their
underwear, socks and shoes with their ankles tangled in the shredded strips
of polyester that were once their trousers.
     Many of the boys were so surprised and confused they didn't even drop
their hands to cover their bulging tented briefs or the semierect dicks
sticking out of the leg holes.  Those girls who were not befuddled by their
own exposure and embarrassment, could not help but notice that the size and
shape of the boys' family jewels were clearly outlined in the wet, thin
polyester briefs.  For many of those boys, the outlines were quickly
beginning to swell once again as they glanced at first one and then another
of the girls standing there with streamers of water running down their
almost naked bodies, their nipples clearly visible through the thin
material of their bras, and their thin, soaked panties clinging to their
butts and showing every curve of their pussies.
     Older brothers and sisters glanced about at their siblings and
classmates, some feeling embarrassed for them, some feeling arousal swell
up in their now drenched loins as they looked at the soaked members of the
opposite sex, and not a few feeling the same desires as they stared at
members of the same sex.  Finally snapping out of their shock, the mothers
and fathers and other adults began to strip off jackets and sweaters and
grab coats to cover the exposed youngsters.  Some of the fathers had
difficulty moving with their own erections bulging out their trousers, some
caused by the soaked, nubile young girls, some caused by the sight of the
obviously aroused teenage boys, and some even caused by the sight of their
own drenched, almost naked children.
     Having overcome their shock, and having covered up their children,
they turned on the Brewster family and demanded their money back and that
they forfeit the first place prize.  Brenda Brewster, however, was no fool.
After years of fund-raising, she'd had enough sense to get a guarantee from
the sales company, and she assured the irrate parents that their orders
would be honored or their money refunded.  The fire department still not
having arrived and by this time everyone in the gym totally drenched,
nobody was going to stand around and argue, especially with half the people
in the gym only in their underwear.  That was when the embarrassed
youngsters found their troubles were not yet over.  As everyone began
packing up their belongings, their parents found out they'd given away
their good Christmas clothing besides other gifts they'd gotten for
Christmas.  Of course they were irrate, but they could hardly demand that
clothes and other articles given away to charity be returned.  It was not a
happy crowd that evacuated the building and headed home, although after
tempers had a chance to cool down, they all realized just how much the
Brewsters had raised for the poor, and that their children had, after all,
acted out of charity.  That they had really acted out of pruriency not one
of the teens or preteens was going to admit.
     For Jason Smyth-Jones and his two cousins that evening was an even
worse nightmare.  As the two families pulled out of the parking lot in
their expensive, luxuriant Lincolns, the boys hunkered down in the back
seats and wished they could die.  While everyone else had the embarrassment
of being seen in their nerdy white briefs, they had been exposed wearing
girls' panties, which had shown their erections just as prominently as the
polyester briefs.  That, combined with the perversion the Brewster brothers
had forced them to engage in, made this the worst night of their lives.
     As their parents pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot, the boys
realized their nightmare was not yet over.  Jason's parents were none too
happy to have to replace their son's expensive, designer clothes, and nor
were the parents of his two cousins.  Not only that, both sets of parents
were totally humiliated by their sons being seen in girls' underwear, and
scandalized that they'd been seen in a state of sexual arousal.  Not only
did their boys need to be taught a lesson, but they had to do something to
make sure this sort of thing never happened again.  The first thing they
had decided to do was to show their boys how fortunate they were to have
loving parents who bought them only the best and most fashionable of
clothing by making them wear the most common clothes possible for the next
month.
     Having to go shopping with their mothers was bad enough, but having to
stand there naked except for a sweater or a jacket wrapped about their
waists to hide their panties while their mothers picked out the geekiest
and cheapest clothes possible was total humiliation.  Even worse was when
several of their classmates, classmates they would never associate with at
any time for obvious reasons, stopped in at the store for the Boxing Day
bargains.  Having a sale on already the cheapest clothes possible boggled
the minds of the proud, arrogant boys, but they could hardly be critical of
those who had come for the bargains considering that was exactly what they
and their family had been caught doing.  As they stared in horror at the
clothes their mothers had picked out for them, they could not believe their
mothers were serious.  Standing there in the cashier line in just their
panties, socks and shoes, with Jason and Andrew wrapped in their mother's
sweaters and Daniel in his father's jacket, the three boys felt as if their
faces were on fire as they turned bright red with embarrassment.
     Their faces grew even redder as they followed Mr. Smyth-Jones and his
brother, along with Mr. Smyth-Jones's eight-year-old daughter Sara, to the
boys' underwear section for the boys' second lesson in humility and
gratitude.  Totally shocked that their boys would wear girl's panties, and
angered by their sons' obvious disdain for the hip boxers they had boughten
them, underwear that only real men wore as far as the Jones brothers were
concerned, the two fathers were determined to shame them so badly that
they'd never wear anything except boxers again.  Arriving at a special
display featuring boys "fashion" underwear, the two fathers began to loudly
discuss with Jason's little sister Sara which underwear would suit the boys
best.  The three boys were sure they would burn their fingertips if they
touched their cheeks as the two fathers picked out the gaudiest color
fashion briefs for the boys.
     Leaving Sara and the boys with their mothers, the two fathers headed
down the mall to Patricia's Passion Shop, a small store that sold sex toys
and other sexually-related items.  Picking out several pairs of the most
outrageous sexual cartoon novelty boxers, a pair of edible briefs for each
of the boys, and three pairs of black silk thongs that looked more like
girl's panties than a boy's briefs, the two fathers were determined to
embarrass their sons so badly that they would never even think about not
wearing boxers again.
     As they headed home, Jason Smyth-Jones and his two cousins examined
their cheap, new no brand Wal-Mart wardrobe and thought about the underwear
they were expected to wear for the next month, and found themselves
dreading the end of the Christmas holidays far more than they ever had
before.  As they heard their parents discuss having them see Father
O'Rilley to confess their obviously lustful thoughts and fetish for girls'
panties, the boys' hatred of the Brewster brothers reached an all time
high.  That night as they stood there in wide-eyed disbelief as their
fathers tied oven mitts to the sleeves of their pajamas to ensure they
didn't commit the sin of self abuse during the night, their thoughts turned
to revenge.
     There were many who did have lustful thoughts that night.  Erika and
Judy for example, the two fifteen-year-olds whom the twins once had a crush
on, had never felt so eager to have something shoved up their cunts, which
was a surprise to the two girls in that they were both virgins and both
basically good girls.  They were also the best of friends, and having
confessed the overpowering need to each other, they decided there was only
one way to get it out of their system.  Sneaking Erika's parents' dildo out
of their mother's drawer, the two girls took turns playing the "guy" well
into the wee hours of the morning before they fell asleep, totally
exhausted, but totally satisfied.
     Across the town there were dozens of young girls, alone, in pairs, and
in a few three-way combos, who were satisfying the itch between their legs
with their fingers, carrots, and a variety of other objects, including a
zucchini stuffed up fat fifteen-year-old Thelma Herbert's itching virgin
twat.  Those who were sexually active, and a couple who had been on the
verge up until that night, had arranged to meet with their boyfriends, who
were just as hot, resulting in some very steamy humping and a couple
pregnancies.  There were four other couples for whom that was not a worry
since their sex partners were of the same sex.  Their only worry was that
they be able to keep their moaning and cries of ecstasy to a minium so as
not to alert their parents as to what they were doing, and what they'd been
doing on past sleep overs.
     Of course it was not just the preteen and teenage girls who were
suffering the aftereffects of the Boxing Day event.  Fat fifteen-year-old
Arnold and skinny eleven-year-old Jerry Goldstein were laying in their beds
frantically wanking their boners for the third time that night with the
images of the first naked girls and the first cunts they'd ever seen fresh
in their minds.  Neil Jasperson was in the shower jacking off with the
images of the hot, blond Brewster twins in his mind while he thought about
the wild time they'd had the night of Veteran's Day.  A few blocks over
Billy Hollis was thinking about the wild time he'd had that day and how
great it was being best buds with the Brewster twins as he also showered.
As his soapy fingers reached down and stroked his cock, it began to swell
as he thought of one of the twins in particular.  Across town young Charles
Elwood was similarly pounding his little cocklet as he thought about his
heros next door and the many fun times they'd had.  Up the street Aaron
Porter thought about seeing his best bud, Bobby, standing there in his
soaked briefs with his dick tenting it out as he wanked off.
     Cole Bentley had slipped out and gone cruising Murray Park, and was
currently tied on his back with his legs thrown up over his head in a cheap
apartment while a man in leather chaps leered down at him.  Both were fully
erect and dripping pre-cum.  Meanwhile, two long time lovers who had found
each other courtesy of the Brewsters' Valentine adventure twenty-two months
ago, William the skinny honour student and Joe the football jock, were
grasping each other in a clinch as Joe filled William's ass for the second
time that night.  In another sleep over in another part of town, Wally
Bingham and Cam Souyong were engaged in a hot sixty-nine.  The two
sixteen-year-old gay students were not lovers, but the sex they were
engaged in that night was just as passionate and felt just as good.
     Benny's best buddy, thirteen-year-old Justin Fording, could not get
the memory of the hot junior high girls vigorously attacking their pussies
out of his mind, nor the sight of his best buddy in his thin, wet briefs
and the outline of his cock.  The two of them had jerked off together on
many occasions ever since the two of them had first spied on Justin's older
brother making out with his girlfriend.  He thoroughly enjoyed those
sessions, and until now had not thought of their wanking together as being
anything more than two healthy, horny boys satisfying their needs.  This
night his thoughts about his best buddy were different.  He was thinking of
him in the same way as he usually thought of girls, messing around and
doing stuff with him.
  The more he tried not to think of him in a sexual way, the more he did,
which both confused and worried him.  Justin finally sought out his older
brother Mark in the hope he would be able to help him.
     Although Mark was straight, he'd had sex with the Brewster brothers
back last New Years, and he had enjoyed the experience.  The
eighteen-year-old was feeling especially horny himself, so when his kid
brother came to ask him about why guys felt horny, and if thinking about
his best buddy meant he was gay, he quickly assured him that two guys
having sex did not necessarily mean that, and even if it did, in his
opinion that was not a bad thing.  Encouraged by their conversation, Justin
dared to ask him what it felt like to fuck a girl's ass, knowing of course
that his older brother had done that to one of his girlfriends.  When Mark
responded that it was a lot like fucking a girl's cunt, except hotter and
tighter, Justin casually commented that it had to feel pretty awesome to
get fucked that way, no matter if you were a girl or a guy.  Of course he
did not confide that was something which he'd fantasized about ever since
he and Benny had caught Mark buggering his girlfriend.
     Needless to say one thing lead to another, and before long Justin was
naked and sprawled out on his brother's bed, his hips raised on a stack of
pillows, and Mark kneeling between his outspread legs.  The
five-foot-eleven, hundred-and-forty-five pound first year university
student was a stud muffin, with a smooth, muscular body, blue-green eyes,
and gelled blond hair with dark shades.  He'd screwed eight different girls
in high school, and was working on his second conquest at the university,
so it was not as if he was desperate for sex.  The simple facts were that
he was horny, he knew a hot asshole was a lot better than his hand, and he
knew his kid brother was curious.  As his thick, lubed seven-inch cock
slowly entered his kid brother, Mark felt no regrets, and Justin could not
have had a more gentle or loving first partner.  The thirteen-year-old
shivered with ecstasy as Mark began to slowly pump his ass and he closed
his eyes with delight as one of his many fantasies was realized.
     They were not the only two brothers getting it on.  Sixteen-year-old
Sam Aldin could not get the images of the girls satisfying themselves out
of his mind and had already jerked off once without satisfaction that
night.  He knew he needed something more, but he was not dating anyone
regularly, and besides, it was too late at night to try to get a date.
Driven by lust and thinking of his eleven-year-old kid brother standing
there in the gym in his shredded uniform, his wet briefs tented out with
his little boner, he slipped to his brother's bedroom and quietly opened
the door.  Joshua was laying there in his bed, his shorts about his knees
and his hand gently caressing his naked pubes and fondling his warm, loose
balls.  With the sudden entry of his brother, he quickly withdrew his hands
and turned a bright red as he opened his mouth to protest the intrusion of
his privacy.
     "Hey, bro, that's all right," said Sam softly.  "Feeling a bit horny
tonight?"
     "Ah, yeah, I guess that's what it is," the boy said, mollified by his
brother's concerned tone.
     "Fiddling with your dick feels good, don't it," Sam said, making it
more a statement than a question.  Joshua did not say anything.  He was
uncertain about the feelings that he'd been having that night.  "Hey, it's
all right.  Everybody messes around with their dicks."
     "You do it?" Joshua asked quietly.
     "Sure.  When I'm not getting any pussy."
     "You feel like doing it now?" Joshua asked with a hint of hope.  He
didn't know much about doing it but did not want to admit it to anyone
least they think he was a dork, or even worse, least they'd think he was
some loser who jerked off.  If Sam did it too, he might learn something,
and even if he didn't, he'd sure feel a lot better knowing one other guy
actually jerked off.
     "Sure I do," Sam said, reaching down and squeezing his cock and
wishing he could do more than just jack it off.  "Actually," he said,
thinking back to Valentines two years ago, "there's something we could do
that's even better than jerking."
     "Yeah?"
     "You know what a blow job is?" he asked, thinking back to Wally
Bingham giving him his very first blow job in the school can that day.
Joshua shook his head in the negative.  "You want me to show you?"
     "Sure," Joshua said innocently with a shrug.
     Sam slipped down and took his kid brother's dick in his hand, and then
slowly bent over and took it in his mouth.  Joshua's little dick sprang to
attention and began to throb like it never had before.  He lay there in
surprise as his brother began to work his lips up and down his hot, hard
cock.  As he sucked on his kid brother's dick, Sam pulled down his fly and
pushed down his trousers and pants.  He closed his eyes with pleasure as he
began to jerk himself.  Eyeing his brother's hard dick, Joshua gave in to
the temptation without a moment's thought.  He twisted around, and after
jerking his brother's much longer and thicker cock for a second, he leaned
forward and slipped his lips over it.
     The two boys were thus engaged when their father quietly peeked
through the open door to check on his youngest son after the rather unusual
circumstances at the high school.  As he slowly stepped into the room, his
shadow crossed the bed and his two boys suddenly sat up.  They stared at
their dad, their hearts pounding and their once stiff dicks immediately
going limp with fear and embarrassment.
     "Ah, we were, ah, well . . . ," stammered Sam.
     "Messing around," completed his dad.
     "Ah . . .  yeah."
     "That's nothing to be ashamed of," Mark Aldin said as he approached
the bed.  "Considering what went on in the gym tonight, I'd be worried if
you two weren't aroused."
     "Ah, what went on?" asked Sam, wondering if his dad knew about the
Brewster's cam scheme, and if his dad was going to report them.  His dad
was a great teacher and cubmaster, and one of the things that made him
great was that he understood kids.  He was, however, a teacher, and an
adult.
     "I mean the uniforms going to shreds, and all the girls standing there
in their bras and panties."
     "Oh yeah."
     "Look, I'm sorry I interrupted you boys.  I just wanted to make sure
Josh was all right after the experience," he explained.  "Your mother has
gone to bed with a headache and I couldn't sleep so I just thought I'd
check on you two.  Anyway, I just want you to know that it's perfectly
natural for boys to feel horny and to mess around."
     "You're not mad?" asked Joshua tentatively.
     "Of course not."
     "Thanks, Dad," Sam said, totally relieved as he looked up at his dad.
"That's cool."  As he looked back down, he saw that his dad's trousers were
bulging, and he wondered if he was horny too, or just well hung.  "Guess
that stuff in the gym got a lot of guys aroused," he observed, staring at
his dad's crotch.  "Boys and men," he hinted.
     "Ah, yes, it did," Mark admitted, not wanting his son to feel having a
boner was a bad thing.
     "Mom has a headache?"
     "Yes.  The commotion in the gym got her quite upset."
     "Guess women react differently than guys," Sam said, continuing to
stare at his dad's crotch, which his dad could not help but notice.
     "Oh yes," he replied uncomfortably, wanting to hold his hands before
him but knowing to do so would be obvious.  If he wanted his boys to know
having a boner was not a bad thing, he could not very well hide his own.
     "Ah . . .  well . . .  if you're horny too. . . ."
     Mark was, and the sight of his two sons had reminded him of when he
and his brother were boys and frustrated when their dates had not put out.
He and his brother had both been good looking and popular, but girls of his
generation were not quite as free as girls were these days, and he and his
brother had spent more than a few nights satisfying each other's lust.  He
looked into his older son's eyes.  The boy was serious in his offer.  It
was natural for guys to seek satisfaction, and he didn't want his sons to
feel what they were doing was wrong. . . .  "You boys go ahead," he said,
changing his mind.
     "You can join us, really," Sam said, glancing at his kid brother.
     "Oh yeah, sure," Joshua said immediately.
     Sam looked at the two boys again.  Damn, he was hot, and Marion did
have a headache, and the two boys were practically glowing with lust, just
like he and his brother were many a night.  He gave in to the temptation.
His two sons watched as he lowered his pants and boxers, and they moved
over as he sat down on Joshua's bed.  Sensing his dad's hesitation, Sam
took the lead and returned to sucking his kid brother, and after a few
seconds of hesitation himself, Joshua leaned over and picking up his dad's
still flaccid cock he slipped his lips over the knob.  With his heart
pounding with a mixture of desire and anxiety, Mark bent over and took his
teenage son's throbbing bone in his mouth.  The feel of the hot, solid cock
between his lips, and of the hot, moist mouth encasing his own cock,
brought back vivid thoughts to when he was a horny teenager.  His pecker
quickly stiffened in his youngest son's mouth as he began to work his lips
up and down his older boy's stiff cock.
     Mark Aldin was not the only husband who had been turned on by the
shenanigans in the gym.  While most turned in early that night and pumped
their wives with a vigor they had not felt in years, there were those whose
wives had been overwrought at the sight of their daughters or sons in their
underwear, and who like Mark Aldin's wife, had the opposite reaction to
their husbands'.  Those who were so unfortunate had to seek their
satisfaction in what for many had been their first experience with sex,
with their hands.  A few others, like Mayor Maartens, slipped out of the
house to get their satisfaction with mistresses or with someone who would
satisfy them for money.
     One husband who was not going to get any satisfaction from his wife
that night was Nicholas Borschak.  Upon returning home, he could not keep
his hands off his wife, but instead of doing her wifely duty, she responded
by accusing him of having been turned on by the sight of the teenage girls
in their wet panties and bras.  He of course did not deny it, which just
got her angrier and which finally resulted in her kicking him out on the
sofa.  As he lay there fuming and thinking about the scene in the gym, he
thought about his youngest son, eleven-year-old Alexi.
     Twenty years ago as a young man back in Russia, he and his coworkers
used to end an evening of drinking buying the services of young boys,
beautiful young boys like his son.  The boys were willing, it provided
money for food for their families, and the virginity of the maidens in the
villages was preserved for their husbands to take at the proper time.  It
was a good arrangement for everyone. The more he thought about it, the
hornier he got, until he could take it no longer.  Slipping into his son's
room, he looked down at him laying there sound asleep in only his tight
white briefs.  A desire that he had repressed and that had laid latent
since his marriage surged up in his loins.  He slowly reached out and
caressed the sleeping boy, unaware that in the hallway his oldest son,
sixteen-year-old Dimitri, was watching.
     Across town in the Brewster household, everyone was too pumped up to
even think about sleeping.  Once again the Brewster family had outdone
themselves, in more ways than one.
     "Oh maaaaaaan, was today great!" pronounced Benny, tipping his chair
back and glancing at his brothers as he put his feet up on his desk.
     "Fucking right," agreed Bobby.  The naked eleven-year-old bent over
and lifted his pillow to retrieve his pajamas.
     "Evening is starting to look pretty good too," said fifteen-year-old
Brett, stepping up behind his brother and running his fingertips over the
youngster's smooth butt.  Bobby made no effort to straighten up.
     "I can't believe all the stuff we got," observed Brent.  The
one-hundred-and-fifteen pound, five-foot-three blond was sitting on the
edge of the top bunk of the double bunk he shared Brett, and as he watched
his two brothers he felt a rising in his pajamas, warm grey and black check
flannel Eddie Bauer two piece pajamas he'd gotten for Christmas.  The top
was unbuttoned and hanging loose, as he liked to wear it, revealing his
smooth chest and pert nipples.  The teenage basketball player was beginning
to develop the firmer muscles of an athlete yet maintained the soft
contours of a boy. His toes curled in his new matching fleece slippers as
he watched his twin spit on his index finger and rub his youngest brother's
butthole with it.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Benny as he reached for his cup of hot cocoa and
marshmallows.  "I can't believe we were able to sneak all that stuff into
the car without Mom and Dad noticing."
     "They were too excited about winning first prize," observed Brett,
running his spit-slick finger up and down Bobby's crack, causing the
youngster to squirm with pleasure and his little dicklet to begin to swell.
     "I can't wait for them to fuckin' deliver it tomorrow," Bobby said,
finally standing up and turning around.  Reaching over, he picked up
Benny's cup and took a mouthful of cocoa.
     "Hey, you got your own fucking cocoa," Benny protested.  "Fuck, you
drank half a cup!"
     His cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk's, Bobby stepped over to the
double bunk his older brothers shared.  Slipping his fingers in the fly of
Brent's flannel pajamas, he pulled out his cock.  Before his brother
realized what he was going to do, the horny eleven-year-old slipped his
pursed lips over Brent's warm, limp cock.  Feeling the hot cocoa around his
dick, Brent was stiff in an instant.  Bobby pushed his brother's foreskin
back with his lips, and then worked his cheeks, sloshing the hot cocoa
around his brother's exposed knob.  Brent groaned with the unique sensation
and almost shot a load right then and there.  Leave it up to his kid
brother to find a new way to bring him pleasure.  Allowing his brother's
stiff cock to slip out of his mouth before he added his boy cream to the
cocoa and marshmallow, Bobby swallowed and then smiled up at his brother as
he licked the cocoa from his lips.
     "Hey, that looks hot," said Benny, reaching over for Bobby's cup where
he had left it on his desk.  He had already changed into his winter
pajamas, a dark blue, two piece knit cotton outfit from Abercrombe and
Fitch with contrasting rib cuffs and neckline, and the bottoms were tented
out.
     "Hey, what is that I smell?"
     "Smells like popcorn."
     Just then there was a rap at their door.  "Boys?" called their father.
     "Com'on in Dad," called Brett, giving his twin a mischievous grin.
     Before Brent had a chance to drop his hand over his erect,
cocoa-streaked cock or Bobby had a chance to reach for his pajamas, Barry
Brewster opened the door.
     "Ah, I made some popcorn," he said, which was evident from the extra
large bowl he was carrying.  As he glanced at his four boys, he was
uncertain how he should react.
     "Buttered?" asked Bobby as he stepped forward and reached for a
handful, his erect little cock pointing the way.
     "Of course," replied Barry, unable to avoid a quick glance at his
youngest boy's jewels.  He was well hung for eleven, but then he was a
Brewster.  Barry was glad his sons were not ashamed of their bodies and
felt comfortable enough to go naked in his presence, though he knew that
was not acceptable by all families.  Benny in his dark-blue cotton pjs, the
twins in their stylish checked ones, and Bobby standing there stark naked
and helping himself to popcorn were all very handsome boys.  They were also
evidently horny, Brent's cocoa-streaked erection not having gone unnoticed,
nor the tents in his two brothers' pajamas.  He understood.  When you were
young, you got erections any time, and frequently.
     "Where's Mom?"
     "Upstairs.  I've already brought her a bowl, with the bottle of
ketchup."
     "Ewwww," responded the boys.
     "I'm not sure it's good for the babies, but that's what she wanted,
and I figured after the smashing success of another of your mother's fund
raisers, she deserved to celebrate."
     "Yeah, it was a great day," observed Brent, his cock still stiff and
sticking out of his fly.
     "Oh fu-, fu-, for goodness sake yeah," observed Bobby, reaching for
another handful of popcorn.
     "Seeing everyone in their underwear was wicked," observed Benny, and
the four boys and their dad chuckled as they thought back to the scene.
     "Especially Jason and his cousins," Bobby giggled.
     "I'd heard of Jason's preference for girl's panties," observed Barry.
"But I hadn't believed it."
     "He looked rather cute in those lacy silk panties," observed Brett as
he stepped forward for some popcorn also.  "The dainty little blue flowers
really suited him."
     "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed, and the four boys snorted with
laughter.
     "And Daniel and Andrew in those Powder Puff cartoon panties was
something else!"
     "Fuc-crying out loud yeah," responded Bobby in his excitement.
     "Well, all those young girls in just their wet panties and bras
certainly caught their share of attention," Barry commented.
     "Oh yeah.  Everyone sure perked up when their clothes began to fall
apart," observed Brett as he reached for a second handful of popcorn.
     "Yeah, really perked up," giggled Benny as he grabbed the tent in his
new pajamas for emphasis.
     "There were a lot of bulging briefs," agreed Barry.  "Your mother was
devastated by what happened though.  Thank heavens she had that guarantee."
     "Oh yeah.  She okay now?"
     "Oh yes.  Your mother bounces right back, though in her condition she
can't take too much excitement."
     "It must be hard to screw her with her belly so big," observed Bobby,
expressing what had just popped into his head, "even with a dick as big as
yours."
     "Well, actually, we had to put an end to that over a month ago," Barry
said as he glanced down at the floor in embarrassment.  He was pleased the
relationship he'd developed with his boys allowed them to be so open, but
he did have to sit down and have a talk to them about the proper language
to use.
     "You haven't done it for a month?" asked Brett, his eyes wide.
     "Ah, well, no we haven't," Barry replied as he shifted from one foot
to the other uncomfortably.
     "That's gotta be a bummer," observed Brent.
     "Oh fuck yeah," Bobby blurted out.
     "So, Dad, why don't you join us for a while?" asked Brett as he
stepped up to one side of his dad.
     "Yeah, Dad," agreed Brent as he stepped up to the other side.  With
Barry at five-foot-ten and his boys at five-foot-three, they were less than
a head shorter than he was.  His boys were certainly growing up.  As they
began to maneuver him toward the twin's bunk bed, Brett's stiff cock
slipped out of the fly of his pajamas.  The young teen reached down and
milked his five-and- three-quarter-inch wand a couple times, leaving behind
streaks of butter.  Barry's cock immediately began to swell at the sight.
     "Oh yeah, cum'on, Dad" agreed Bobby, his hazel eyes shining as he
licked his greasy fingers and looked up at his dad seductively.
     "Yeah, Dad," urged Benny as the tent in his pajamas quivered.  His dad
looked really hot in his charcoal Eddie Bauer sleep wear.
     "We can have loads of fun," observed Brent, slipping his hand into the
fly of his dad's flannel pajamas as he and Brett sat him down on Brett's
bed.  The twin boys snuggled up on either side of him.
     "Wait til I show you this neat thing I can do with hot chocolate,"
said Bobby sitting on the floor between his dad's legs as Benny quietly
closed the door to their bedroom.