Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:10:14
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Labour Day" (t/b, m/t, m/b, incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two thirteen-year- olds, engaging in domination, humiliation, and various
sexual acts with an adult.  It 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
unauthorized sites.  This, the sixth of the Brewster Boys Series, is
dedicated to a good friend, Gary Stewart.  Comments, good wishes and doggy
treats (especially bones) can be sent to the author, J.O.  Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com and be sure to take condoms to your next company
picnic, you never know who's sons you might run into.

			   A Brewster Labour Day

     "What the fuck is Labour Day anyway?" asked nine-year-old Bobby,
running his fingers through his dark brown hair.  He'd just had it cut the
previous week for the start of the new school year, choosing the current
Caesar style that was popular with preteens and teens.  It was of average
length on the sides and back with the front combed up to form sort of a
crest.  His dad said it reminded him of the style when he was almost
Bobby's age back in the late sixties, except back then they used something
called Brilcream instead of gel.  That it reminded his dad of when he was
young was cool.  Bobby had inherited his hair colour, hazel eyes and high
cheek bones, and he had his father's personality his grandma said.
Besides, he admired his dad, so being like him was sort of special.
     "I dunno," said his eleven-year-old brother Benny, also sporting a new
school haircut.  He'd opted to go with the gelled look too, but instead of
a Caesar his dark brown hair was spiked.  His dad joked that it looked like
his own hair when he got up in the morning, minus the gel of course.  Like
his younger brother, Benny adored his dad and anything that was similar
between them was cool as far as he was concerned.  "Labour is what they
call it when moms have a baby."
     "Carson's mom had a lot of labour," commented thirteen-year-old Brett,
having decided to keep his blond hair long and past his shoulders like the
Hansons, three teen brothers in a hot boy band by the same name.  He knew a
lot of people, girls and guys, thought the Hansons were sexy.  His three
brothers giggled with his reference to the very chubby seven-year-old boy
that lived down the street from the Brewsters.
     "Labour is what Grandpa does when he has to take a dump," said his
twin Brent, causing his three brothers to giggle even louder.  Like his
brother, he'd also decided not to change his hair style, not just because
it made him look sexy, but that way he and Brett could switch being each
other, which was fun, and sometimes very helpful.  Like he was good in
history and writing, Brett was good in maths and science, and their
teachers had put them in different classrooms, so when there was a
test. . . .
     "What is consapation anyway?" asked Bobby in reference to a condition
their grandfather always seemed to be in.
     "That's when your turds are hard and you have a hard time pooping them
out," said Benny knowledgeably.  Being a middle child, Benny had made his
niche in the family by being an authority on things unknown, especially
adult things, and especially anything having to do with the bathroom.  His
information wasn't always correct, but that didn't matter to his brothers.
     "Why do they get hard?"
     "I dunno.  When you get old like forty or something your body starts
to dry up."
     "So that's why old people get all wrinkled," remarked Bobby.
     "Yeah, and to keep moist, they got to drink lots of prune juice."
     "Yuck," Bobby said, making a face.
     "So what we gonna do guys?" asked Brent.  "We don't want to go to no
dumb, boring company picnic."
     "Yeah," his twin agreed.  "Adults just stand around and talk and drink
and act better than everyone else and we're supposed to behave, but there's
shit all for us to do and then they wonder why we get into trouble."
     "Yeah, it's their fault we get in trouble, not ours," observed Benny
and his brothers all nodded.
     "Well we gotta go," said Bobby.  "We gotta go to help dad."
     "What do you mean?"
     "Dad's hoping to get promoted from Program Manager to third VP."
     "How you know that?"
     "I heard Mom and Dad talking about it last night."
     "When did you hear that?  You were playing Nintendo with us until they
made us go to bed."
     "And you was reading comic books with the flashlight under your
blankets when I fell asleep," added Brent.
     "It was way later," Bobby explained.  "I woke up and heard noises in
Mom and Dad's bedroom so I got up and went and peaked in their room.  I
thought maybe they was screwin'."
     "Were they?" asked his three brothers as one, their eyes lighting up.
     "Naw, they was just sitting in bed talking."
     "Too bad."
     "Yeah, it would be awesome to see Dad fucking Mom."
     "She's sure lucky.  He's got a huge prick," said Benny, the four boys
having had the opportunity to see their dad naked several times, mostly
when they changed into their swim suits at the local pool, and a few times
when one or the other walked into the master bedroom, conveniently
forgetting to knock in the hopes of seeing something.
     "Yeah, wouldn't it be awesome to wank something that big?" asked Brent
enviously.
     "Oh yeah, or have it up your butt," agreed his brother Brett.
     "Oh yeah," sighed Bobby.
     "A prick Dad's size would split your little butt in two," teased
Brett.
     "Up yours," retorted Bobby, a standard standby when he couldn't think
of a better retort, which didn't happen too often.  Bobby thought on his
feet and usually had a comment for everything.
     "So what is this about Dad?" asked Benny.  All four boys loved their
mother, but they felt particularly close to their father, being a guy and
all.
     "Well, Dad wants to be promoted, but he figures there's this other
Stewart guy who's likely to get the job instead of him."
     "How come?"
     "Well, he says the other guy is a manager just like him, but he's like
got senority, whatever that is."
     "That's seniority.  It means he's been with the company longer,"
advised Benny.
     "Oh.  Well, anyways he's way old, like he's going to be forty-seven in
September I heard dad say."
     "So what's this got to do with us having to go to the fucking company
picnic on Labour Day?" asked Brent.
     "Well, Dad said that the President is real big on family togetherness
and that junk.  He figures he might have a chance because he's a family man
and the other guy is single.  So he told Mom that it would really help if
we made a good impression at the company picnic, you know, all that family
togetherness crap like on Home Improvement and stuff, but he was afraid we
might, you know, get into some sort of trouble or something."
     "Us?" his three brothers asked incredulously.
     "Yeah, well, you know how Dad worries so much."
     "Yeah," they all agreed as they nodded as one.
     "Well, we gotta go to the picnic to help Dad," observed Brett.
     "Yeah, right on," the other three agreed as the four brothers
high-fived.
     "We'll find this president guy and tell him how great dad is and all
that shit."
     "And we'll find this Stewart guy and make him look bad."
     "How we gonna do that?"
     "We could make his drinks extra strong and get him drunk," suggested
Brett.
     "So drunk he pisses his pants," added Benny.
     "In front of everyone," contributed Brent.
     "Right on their expensive carpet," concluded Bobby.
     "And then he gets so sick he pukes," suggested Benny.
     "Right in the president's lap," Brett added to his brother's
suggestion.
     "Right on!" supported Benny.
     "And we'll be like perfect angels," said Bobby.
     "Yeah," his four brothers agreed.
     "Hey, I almost forgot.  I snitched some of Mom's smokes," Benny said,
taking two cigarettes out from his ankle sock where he'd hidden them.
     "Way cool," said his brothers, giving him the high-five as they headed
for the back alley to light up.
     That morning the boys scrubbed their fingernails until they were white
and their fingertips were a rosy pink, and they spent an hour combing their
hair so they'd "look good for Dad".  The four had even washed behind their
ears.  They'd dressed in their finest, Gap khaki cargo shorts and
dark-green nylon tank-tops for the two youngest boys who tended to wear the
same styles and have the same interests, and matching black and white
Adidas shorts and black and white Tommy Helfiger T-shirts for the twins.
     Their September 6 ordeal was at least going to be lightened by the
fact that the company president had a pool built since the previous company
picnic, and the boys made sure their mom had packed their suits.  Arriving
promptly at nine o'clock that morning as was expected according to the
company memo, Barry and Brenda Brewster had anticipated their boys would
head straight to the pool but instead they mingled with the adults,
stopping to chat with any man their Dad's age or older, and spending an
especially long time talking to Mister Farnsworth, the company president.
They nervously watched their four boys out of the corners of their eyes.
They were good boys, better behaved and smarter and more responsible than
the average boy in their opinion, but they somehow seemed to attract
trouble.
     Eventually the brothers met over at the coquette game which had been
set up for the youngsters and adults alike.
     "You don't have any balls," said a middle-aged woman with brightly
rouged cheeks and wearing earings bigger than her ears and a triple chain
of pearls that draped over the top of her boobs, clearly visible in her
low-cut dress to which was pasted her name tag, Martha Grant.
     "What did you say boo ah, ma'am?" asked Brett.
     "You need balls."
     The boys looked at each other with sparkling eyes and quivering lips.
They began to turn red from holding in their breath.
     "You can get them in that box over there.  You should get different
colours so you know whose ball is whose," she said helpfully.
     Bobby spayed the lawn with spittle, unable to hold back his laughter.
     "Good idea lady.  If you're gonna hit someone's ball with your own you
sure want to know whose ball it is," said Brent with a grin, causing his
two younger brothers to sputter and tears to come to their eyes as they
crumpled on the lawn, grabbing their stomachs as they chortled
hysterically.
     "You'll excuse us, but we gotta look after our kid brothers.  We'll
grab some balls later," said Brett, causing his two youngest brothers to
chortle even more and his twin to snort as he tried to hold back his
laughter.
     "So, how'd everyone do?" asked Brett after they managed to stop
giggling.
     "I found two Bob's, a Bill and an Oscar," said Brent.
     "And I talked to a Charles, two Harold's and an Alex," announced
Benny.
     "Two David's, a Frank, and an Emily," said Bobby.
     "We're supposed to be looking for a Stewart.  What are you doing
talking to a woman?"
     "Wasn't my fault.  She spotted me and kept saying how cute I was and
pinching my cheeks and wouldn't let me go. I can't help it if I'm so
fucking cute."
     The boys quickly glanced around worriedly.  "Bobby!" warned Brett.
"You know about swears."
     "Sorry," he apologized, and then frowned.  "It's freakin' stupid kids
can't use swears."
     "You've been impossible lately," Brent said, rolling his eyes.
     "Yeah, ever since Benny lost his tooth last month."
     "That was awesome," Benny said with a wide grin, his new tooth having
started to push through almost the next day, which his brothers had said
was probably because of all the hickeys he'd given the tooth fairy the
night Periwinkle had come for the old tooth.
     "Guess you didn't find this Stewart either huh?" asked Bobby.
     "No," replied Brett.
     "So we gonna keep lookin'?"
     "I'm hot."
     "Me, too, sweltering."
     "Maybe that Stewart guy didn't show up."
     "That would be dumb."
     "Yeah, if he wants to be VP."
     "Maybe he thinks it is so sure he don't gotta be here."
     "Well I wanna go for a swim."
     "Yeah, me too. I'm tired of talking to a bunch of old geezers and
staring at name tags."
     "Martha Grant's name tag was worth staring at," observed Brent,
sending the four brothers into gales of laughter again.
     "Okay let's have a swim," Brett said, finally catching his breath.
"We got plenty of time to check out more name tags and stuff later."
     The boys quickly changed into their swim trunks, bright blue speedos
for the twins which matched their eyes, black racing trunks for Benny, and
a Space Wars print suit for Bobby, and hit the pool.  It was going to be a
hot day, the thermometer already hitting seventy-five degrees and it was
only ten in the morning.  Almost every kid had opted for swimming over the
games, and a lot of adults had too, most of them gathering along the edge
in the section that was waist high where they stood drinking Margarita's
and Bloody Mary's and exchanged office gossip or bragged about their recent
holiday.
     The four boys tried to be on their best behaviour, but having spent
the last boring hour searching for their father's competition and being
polite and careful not to use any words they weren't suppose to, they
needed to let off some steam.  They began a game of grab ass with each
other, figuring that was innocent enough.  They could always say they were
just playing tag, an explanation that had usually served them well in the
past.  While chasing Brett, Benny reached out just as one of the company
employee's stepped between them, a good-looking dude with dark brown,
almost black hair who despite the few grey hairs about the temples looked
to be about twenty-four years of age.  Before he could stop, Benny found
himself grabbing the ample but firm backside of a hirsute,
five-foot-eleven, two-hundred-and-ten pound man.
     "Oops," Benny said with a cute smile that he hoped was going to save
him.
     "Oops," the man said in return with a twinkle in his eyes as he
grabbed the young boy's backside and gave it a playful squeeze.
     Benny grinned and floated away on his back, then dove under the water
and gave the man another grab, this one deliberate and firm.  When the man
responded by going after Benny with the definite intention of grabbing his
butt, the other three boys joined in and the man found himself in the
middle of a free-for-all with four young boys all after his ass.  That was
quite fine with him, and he smiled as he splashed around, trying to grab
one cutie and then the other.  This was a lot more fun than some boring
talk about market shares and the competition's latest innovation in pet
grooming supplies.  As they messed around, the boys became more daring,
switching grab ass for what they called "crotcha", a game of grabbing
crotches and trying to give each other boners.  They began as just
"accidental" touches with the adult, but when he didn't object they
gradually became more aggressive, a firmer touch, then a squeeze, and
finally a rub.
     At first the man thought the light touch to his privates was an
accident, and then as it increased in frequency he thought maybe it was
curiosity, but as the game progressed still further it became quite clear
that the boys had switched the game of grab ass to grab something else.  He
was not sure just how he should respond to that.  Several of his favourite
jerkoff fantasies were about young, aggressive boys, and there were a
couple of favourite authors of Mb stories at gay adult sites that he
especially enjoyed reading, but this was not a fantasy.  These four, hot
young cuties were very real, with hot little asses and hot little hands.
     Unable to resist the temptation, he began, like them, with a few
tentative, almost accidental touches, and then firmer but gentle touches
between the legs when they didn't object, and finally joining them in an
all-out grab session.  As he spun about, grabbing one tiny little set of
privates and then the other, the boys stopped going for each other and
ganged up on him.  Gary found himself starting to become very horny as he
felt four eager pairs of hands groping him under the water, and when a nice
tight ass of one of the blonds pressed against his crotch he definitely
began getting a woodie.
     The boys were no fools.  They knew that the man was enjoying this, and
not just as an adult playing some risque tag with some kids.  Not only were
the boys no fools, they were no innocents either they'd been to chat rooms
and had searched enough adult sites to know there were men who enjoyed sex
with boys.  To their delight, it was looking like they had found just such
a man.
     Motioning for his brothers to back off and follow him, Brett swam to
the centre of the pool to have a hurried conversation.  It had been Brett's
ass that had pressed up against the guy's crotch, so he knew for a fact
that the man was getting aroused, and he shared that information with his
brothers.  They quickly reached a consensus what the next step should be.
Returning to the man, they herded him over to the shallow end of the pool
where the little kids five and under were so they could talk.
     "You're way cool," observed Brent.
     "Yeah, you're a lot of fun," agreed Benny.
     "Well, you boys are cool too."
     "Actually, we're hot," said Brett suggestively.
     "Yeah?" the man asked, his lips curling with a slight smile.  The
kid's long blond hair was plastered to his smooth, tanned chest which was
beaded with droplets of water, adding to his natural sex appeal.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his twin, running his hand along his speedo next to
the very evident bulge.
     The man's heart began to beat faster.  This was like out of a
fantastic dream.  "Must be all that grabbing that was going on," the man
joked, feeling awkward talking like that to a group of kids, but having
gotten too aroused to stop quite yet.
     "Yeah," said Bobby.  "Bet you're really hung."
     "Well," the man snorted in surprise at the youth's forwardness, "come
back in a dozen years and you can find out."  He looked at the little cutie
staring up at him innocently.  "Or in your case, maybe it will have to be
two dozen years," he teased.
     "Can't wait a dozen years, never mind two," said Bobby, rubbing his
smooth, slender leg against the man's hairy one.  "That's so cool feeling
your hair rubbing my leg," he whispered as he looked up at him with a
wide-eyed innocence and causing Gary's cock to throb.
     "Too bad there isn't someplace private we could go," whispered one of
the blonds.  "Crotcha's a lot more fun in the nude."
     "Crotchas?"
     "You know, what we were playing, grabbing each other's dick."
     "You boys serious?"
     Benny, his hazel eyes sparkling as he stepped in front of the man,
backed up against him and slowly and seductively gyrated his hips.  "Feels
like you are," he said impishly as he tossed his head back and looked up at
the man as he pressed his butt back harder.
     "There some place you think we could go?" asked Brett, moving in close
and whispering in his ear.
     "To have some fun," finished Brent.
     "Well. . . ."
     "We can be loads of fun," said the youngest of the boys, looking up at
him with his big, innocent hazel eyes.  "I'm Bobby by the way."
     Each of the brothers introduced themselves.
     "Gary," the man said.  "And I think we could find a place private for
a bit of fun."
     "Cool," the four boys said as one.
     Climbing out of the pool, they followed Gary, eyeing his butt and
winking and nudging each other, their search for the forty-seven-year-old
Stewart suddenly forgotten.  Henry Farnsworth's home was a large mansion,
inherited from his father, so the five had a number of places to choose
from.
     A mixture of conflicting thoughts ran through Gary's mind.  He had
come out to his family and closest friends and was very comfortable with
his gay life style.  He'd had some serious, long- term relationships, and
some brief ones, but they had always been with adults.  Even though many of
his closest friends were younger than himself, and even though he'd had
fantasies about young boys, he'd never done anything with boys as young as
those accompanying him, and, in fact, had never even seriously considered
it.
     Now suddenly it seemed like his fantasy was about to become reality,
at least the more innocent part of it.  Like whenever he encountered
anything new, Gary was finding the experience exciting and frightening at
the same time.  The exciting part was that the boys had come onto him, and
were definitely hot and eager for some playing around.  The frightening
part was that he'd never done anything with anyone who wasn't an adult
before.  Not only was he apprehensive about messing around with boys so
young, but they'd be expecting him to take the lead and he really didn't
know how far he should go with this.
     For starters he bypassed the row of bedrooms, feeling uncomfortable
about taking two teens and two preteens into a bedroom.  All they were
going to do was fool around a bit, engage in a bit of innocent juvenile
fun, but going into a bedroom seemed too adult, and certainly too sexual.
Spotting what was once the family room when the family was younger and
children were still around, and what was now evidently a display room for
the pet supply company's many products, he ushered the boys inside and
closed the door.  His heart was speeding up and he felt like a kid about to
stick his hand in the forbidden cookie jar.
     "So, how's this?" he asked.
     "Cool," the boys said as a group as they looked around.
     Gary wasn't sure what to do first.  Brent solved the problem for him.
"So you like to play with boys, Gary?" asked the blond thirteen-year-old.
     Gary was surprised at the boy's bluntness, but considering the earlier
antics of the four boys, it was very much in keeping with his opinion of
the little teases.  He also realized there were two ways that question
could be taken, sexual and nonsexual.  "Yes," he replied, allowing the boys
to take it which ever way they wanted.
     "You like to play with men?" asked Brett, the right corner of his
thin, sensuous lips curling and causing Gary's cock to throb with the
sexual implications of the statement and the leer on the blond,
thirteen-year-old's face.
     Gary was not sure how to respond to that question.  For one reason, he
didn't flaunt his orientation, and as far as the company was concerned, old
Farnsworth and the Board were old, conventional fogies, the traditional
family structure and down home country values sorts of people.  Besides
that, the question was coming from a boy who was just starting his teen
years in front of a couple of others who were definitely prepubescent.
Those were all good reasons to say no, but on the other side of the coin,
to say no would be lying, and he couldn't tolerate hypocrites.  Besides,
youth today was far more tolerant than adults, and far more knowledgeable.
The best reason of all for saying yes was that these young boys had gotten
him horny, and a positive answer was far more likely to get him to where he
hoped they might head, to some adolescent messing around, albeit, he sadly
anticipated, more innocent than in his fantasies.
     "Yes," he finally said.  He always figured himself to be a bit of a
Peter Pan at heart.
     "So you're gay like we thought," the blond said, glancing at the
others with a twinkle in his turquoise eyes.
     "In case you're wondering, we think that's cool," said the other
blond.
     "Yeah, we've played lots of games with gay guys," observed the
youngest.
     "And not so gay guys," added the boy with the spiked dark brown hair.
     "So what sort of games did you boys have in mind that we might play?"
he asked with a leer, keeping it safe but making it clear to the boys he
wasn't talking about tiddlywinks.
     The boys looked at each other.  When none of them took the lead, they
glanced about the cluttered room.  Thinking the boys were having second
thoughts about following through on what they had started, or were at least
feeling uncomfortable, Gary wondered if maybe he should call it off.  That
would be a shame, the way he was feeling.  What Gary didn't know about
these four boys, was that the only reason for the delayed response was
because they had such vivid imaginations they weren't sure just which idea
to follow.
     "Let's play puppy," suggested Benny.
     "Yeah, that's cool.  I've always wanted a dog to play with," said
Brent, picking up a studded dog collar.  "Come here puppy," he said,
addressing their adult playmate.
     Gary had been figuring on something a bit different than this, perhaps
a bit more grab ass but without their swim suits on, maybe some show and
tell, maybe to even go as far as "if I let you feel mine can I feel yours"
type of stuff.  Playing their puppy was certainly not what he'd had in
mind.  Still, it was better than the bull shit going on at the picnic.
Gary smiled.  For a few minutes there he had really let his mind get away,
thinking that his wilder fantasies could ever become realities!
     "Yeah," said Bobby, interrupting his thoughts.  "I always wanted a
cuddly puppy I could snuggle up with."
     The impish look in the nine-year-old's eyes and the way he said that
definitely did not mean cuddle in the normal sense of boy and dog.  Gary's
smile widened.  Snuggling up to the cutie four foot something, sixty pound
bundle in his swim suit was a more reasonable expectation, and not that bad
a compromise.
     "All right," he agreed, walking over to the blond with the dog collar.
     "You got to go 'woof, woof', not all right," admonished Bobby
seriously.  "And you got to go on your hands and knees."
     The kid did everything except roll his eyes and he sounded so serious
Gary had to smile.  Ah, to be so young and innocent where fantasies were
realities and play acting was serious stuff.
     "Woof, woof," he responded, dropping to his hands and knees.
     Brent put on the dog collar, and Brett found a leash.
     "Lets go for walkies," Brett said, and they paraded around the room.
"Uh oh, there's a fire hydrant," he said, spotting one of the advertising
props for pooper scoopers.
     Gary hesitated, and then figured what the hell, go for it.  He crawled
over on hands and knees and raised his leg, much to the merriment of the
boys.  In fact they enjoyed it so much, he even made a hissing noise.
     "We got to call our dog a name."
     "Gary," suggested Bobby.
     "Naw, that's not a dog name," replied Brent.
     "Spot."
     "He got no spots."
     "Rover."
     "Neeyah," came the response as the boys considered it and then
shrugged.
     "What then?"
     "Tiger," suggested Benny.
     "That's not a dog's name," objected Bobby.
     "I always wanted to have a dog named Tiger."
     "Yeah, right," laughed the others.
     "Tiger," said Brett, looking at Gary.  "Actually, that might be fun.
Run Tiger, roll over Tiger, here's a bone for you Tiger."
     All four glanced quickly at each other and giggled with the last
comment.  Gary smiled, both at the lewd innuendo, and at their innocence
that they thought the comment would not be understood by an adult.
     "All right, that's your new name, Tiger."
     "One problem," said Brent
     "What's that?"
     "Dogs don't wear swim suits."
     "Yeah, take if off Gary I mean Tiger."
     "I don't think so boys," Gary said with a smile, teasing them, and
more importantly, wanting to be sure that was what the boys really wanted.
This game was beginning to have more possibilities than he had imagined.
     "Ahhh, com'on.  Just for fun," begged Brett.
     "Yeah, com'on," urged the others.
     "Only if you boys take yours off too."
     "We're not dogs," replied Bobby, needing to have the fantasy follow
rules of reality.
     "Hey, we could be nudists," suggest Brent.
     "Yeah, nudists on the beach playing with our dog."
     "Sure," encouraged Gary, not realizing the Brewster brothers did not
need any encouragement.
     The four boys quickly pushed down their suits and chucked them in a
corner, revealing their smooth, tight little buns and their tiny, soft pink
privates, the two teens sporting a small, young brush of blond hairs.  All
four turned to their pet expectantly.  Gary, being a bit of an
exhibitionist at heart, was finding this quite erotic as he slowly, and he
hoped seductively, slid down his trunks.  He glanced over at the four boys
as he stepped out of them.  They were all staring appreciatively at his
crotch, the youngest with wide-open eyes and the next oldest with a slack
jaw.  He knew he had an impressive looking cock, and he enjoyed the look on
the boys' faces.  If only there could be some way he could let them see it
standing tall and proud in all its glory.
     "There, that's better," said Brent.
     Benny picked up a soft rubber ball.  "Here Tiger, go fetch the ball."
     Gary dropped to his hands and knees and scampered after it obediently,
his freed genitals bouncing between his legs, much to the boys' merriment.
     "Good boy," Brent said, patting Gary on the head as he scampered back
with the ball in his mouth.
     "Hey, pose everyone."
     They turned as Bobby skipped over to them, and a second later there
was a flash.  As he skipped back to the camera on the tripod, it whirred
and the film came out the front.  "What the shit," Bobby said worriedly.
     "Fuck, I think you broke it," said Benny as the three boys joined
their brother.
     "That's a Polaroid," explained Gary.
     "A what oid?" asked Bobby.
     Gary explained the operation of the now infrequently seen camera to
the boys.  As he talked, the film developed and the boys gathered around to
look at it.  They giggled at the sight of the four of them standing there
nude with Gary crouched in the middle of them with the red rubber ball in
his mouth.  Gary made a note that he had to be sure he got a hold of that
picture before they left. There were men who would pay good money for the
pic of the four naked boys, and even more who would pay for a pic of four
boys and a man in a dog collar with a red ball in his mouth.  He would of
course have to digitize the pic to disguise the good-looking, dark-haired
puppy.
     One of the boys tossed the ball and he scampered after it again.  The
boys took turns throwing the ball, fortunately growing tired of that game
quickly.  Gary kept in good shape, working out in the gym to maintain his
thirty-eight inch waist, and swimming whenever he had the time, but
scampering around on hands and knees was not the usual type of exercise he
was use to.  Well, there was one exercise that involved being on his hands
and knees. . .  .
     "Here, Tiger, here's a treat for being so good."  Brent took a dog
biscuit out of the box he had found and held it out for their puppy.
     Gary laughed.  "I don't think so," he chuckled.
     "Dogs ain't supposed to talk," reminded Bobby with a bit of irritation
in his voice.
     "Woof, woof," said Gary, shaking his head in the negative.
     "Yes," said Brent, shaking his head in the affirmative.
     "Woof, woof," said Gary insistently, shaking his head no again.
     "You eat the biscuit, or we'll quit playing now," Benny threatened.
     Gary had to smile at the typical eleven-year-old response if you don't
play my way I'll take my ball and go home.  This was fun in a way, romping
around naked with the four boys, but it really wasn't that much fun that he
would eat a dog biscuit in order to continue.  Now, if they'd gone a bit
further, had a bit of touchie feelie, that could be different.
     "You'd like to have more fun, wouldn't you?" Brent asked seductively
as if having read Gary's mind.  Gary definitely did want to have some more
fun. "Some real good fun," he said, running his hand along his thigh and
past his slender, uncut two-inch penis.
     Gary looked at the limp little tool totally encased in foreskin, and
at the hairless sack hanging below it.  What the hell, the company made the
biscuits and they were full of healthy, nutritious ingredients.  For a
crack at the other treat the boy was suggesting he might have in the
offering, a biscuit was nothing.  He took the biscuit in his mouth and
began to chew.  It really did not taste that bad if you forgot what it was.
     "So what else can we do with our puppy?" Brent asked his brothers.
     "Let's make him beg."
     "Okay, Tiger.  Sit up and beg to sniff my pit," Brent said.
     The boys giggled and Gary smiled.  Not exactly the typical command you
would give a dog, but then he was not a typical dog, and these were not
typical dog owners.  He got up on his knees, and putting his hands in front
of him at chest level, he panted and barked.  Brent readily moved over and
let him sniff his pit.  Having just been in the pool it smelled of
chlorine.  It was also silky smooth and hairless, causing Gary's cock to
twitch.  As Gary snuggled in closer to the smooth-skinned boy, Brent
reached up and placed his hands on Gary's ribs for support, causing him to
tremble.
     "You ticklish Tiger?"
     Gary considered lying, but decided in this case honesty would pay
greater dividends.  With the answer he had for them, the boys would
definitely want to tickle him, and a good tickle would be fine with these
young boys.  It would give him the opportunity to cop a few feels, and he
could teach the boys a few things about the finer points of a good tickle
besides.
  "Yes," he admitted, "especially my pits."
     "Time to pet our new puppy," Brent announced gleefully as Gary had
expected.
     The boys immediately pounced, knocking him on his back, and before he
could react he found himself being tickled by four pairs of eager hands.
One pair of fingers worked on his right pit, and another pair on his left.
Someone was tickling his ribs, their fingers skipping over his skin with a
feather light touch.  The fourth was running circles in his belly button
with an index finger.  As he began to chuckle, he grabbed at the boys,
trying to push them away.  Had it been only one, or maybe even two, he
might have succeeded.  With four it was impossible.  While he tried to push
away one set of hands, the other three were tickling him relentlessly.  As
the four pairs of fingers skipped here and there over his body, he snorted
and chortled and as they persisted it was not long before he was howling as
his body twitched uncontrollably.  The harder he laughed, the more
aggressively the boys tickled.
     Throughout it all, he did manage to have a few choice gropes.  He
could not be sure which boy he was feeling at any given time, but in his
desperation to get them off him he grabbed whomever and whatever was
convenient, which meant their smooth hairless chests of boy fat, their
tight firm buns, and their silky smooth crotches.  He also managed to get
in some tickling himself.  Finally the five collapsed on the carpeted
floor.
     "You happy Tiger?"
     Gary nodded his head, sticking out his tongue and panting.  The
panting part was not an act.
     "Happy dogs wag their tail."
     Gary shook his butt, causing the five-inch, semierect tail between his
legs to shake and the boys to laugh.
     "Chase your tail."
     Gary began to make circles chasing his butt.
     "No, not your butt.  Try to bite your tail," Bobby said, making a grab
for his genitals and succeeding.  The touch of the boy's hot hand made it
swell a bit further.
     Gary felt foolish but he tried to bite it.
     "I think our pup needs a reward."
     "Another doggie biscuit?"
     "No, a bone."
     "I think I seen one of those leather ones on the shelves over against
that wall," said Benny, nodding to his left.
     "I wasn't thinking of a leather one," Brent said as he walked up to
Gary.  "Here Tiger, chew on this and you'll find a bone in no time."
     The boys laughed and Gary smiled to himself.  Figuring the kids
probably thought he'd back out, he was about to give them the surprise of
their life.  This was even better than the let me feel yours and you can
feel mine game he'd hoped for.  Before Brent could draw away, Gary slipped
his lips over the boy's little two inch rubbery tool.  The boys hooted.  As
Gary clamped his lips about the boy's soft cock and began to suck, he fully
expected the boy to draw away.  To his surprise, and delight, the
thirteen-year-old stood his ground, and as he sucked on his boycock, it
began to harden until the boy had a woodie.  It extended right to the back
of his mouth, so it had to be over four inches long.
     His nose buried in the teen's soft, curly public hairs, Gary inhaled
deeply and was rewarded with the fragrance of a young boy.  He ran his
tongue over the boy's foreskin encased knob and the boy shuddered.
Slipping his lips to the tip of the stiff little cock, Gary pushed the
foreskin back with his mouth, revealing the boy's reddish, blood-engorged
head.  He ran his tongue over it and was rewarded by a droplet of fresh boy
pre-cum.  He readily licked up the treat, amazed at how sweet a boy's
pre-cum could be, and the boy immediately produced another droplet.
     Slipping his mouth over the knob, Gary sucked gently on it, and then
began to work his mouth up and down the shaft.  This was wilder than he'd
ever imagined in his fantasies.  He had popped a woodie himself and knew
the boys could see, but he did not care.  All he cared about was that he
bring this sweet, blond teenager to a climax.  Being young, Brent held back
far longer than Gary thought humanly possible, and he was about to conclude
the boy could not yet produce semen when the thirteen-year-old grasped his
shoulders and his little boy cock throbbed forcefully between his lips.  A
second later his semen gushed out, the first squirt spurting right down
Gary's throat and the next striking the back of his tongue.  It was
slightly salty, slightly sweet, and very copious.  It filled his mouth and
he had to swallow to accommodate it all.  As the boy quivered and gasped
with his orgasm, Gary gasped and quivered too.
     "Oh yeah," Brent said as he finally drew back, slipping his cock out
of Gary's still eagerly sucking mouth.  "Good doggy.  Fucking hot good
doggy."
     It was only then that Gary realized the significance of what he'd
done.
  He'd just brought off a thirteen-year-old boy, and he'd done it in front
of his three brothers none the less.  What was the boy thinking about what
he'd done to him?  What were his three brothers thinking?  How were they
all feeling about this?
     "Hey Tiger, come fetch the ball."
     Gary looked at Benny.  That was hardly what he had expected to be the
response.
     "This ball," the boy said with a leer, pointing between his legs.
     Gary smiled with relief as he shuffled over and gently took the boy's
silky-smooth, hairless balls between his lips.  He should have known the
boys would be all right with what had happened.  They were young and horny,
and not yet corrupted by society's values.  He sucked both little orbs into
his mouth and then gently sucked on them.  As he did so he felt the
eleven-year-old's little boy cock rising along his nose until it was
stiffly jutting up in the air before his eyes.
     "Mmm, a nice doggy butt to fuck," said Bobby behind him and he felt
the boy's small, hot hands stroking his backside.
     The nine-year-old's vulgarity was a major turn on and Gary's cock
wagged in excitement.  Benny backed off and then stepped forward as he
pushed down on the base of his cock so it stuck out at a right angle to his
body.  As he touched the tip against Gary's lips, Gary opened his mouth and
the boy slipped it in.  At the same time he felt the slender body of the
naked nine-year-old pressing against his backside and then as the boy
raised up, a hot, hard little poker poking at his butthole.  Gary figured
he must have hit his head back at the pool and knocked himself out.  There
was no way this was actually happening!  Kids this young only did this sort
of thing in fantasies, not in real life!
     The slender little boycock in his mouth and the smooth, hairless pubes
his nose was pressed against seemed very real.  The finger-thin, three-inch
boycock easily slipping into his hole also seemed very real.  So did the
two naked boys he could see out of the corners of his eyes watching him and
their two brothers.  The most real of all was the first drop of pre-cum
that was oozing out of his cockslit.  As the nine-year-old boy behind him
grasped his hips in his hot little hands for support as he worked his
little boycock in and out of his asshole, Gary trembled with the unique
delight.  This was fucking real!
     As he sucked the boy man-fucker's older brother, the youngest of the
four boys slipped his boycock in and out of his asshole with a steady,
rhythmic motion with an expertise way beyond his years.  Gary could not
believe this.  There he was, a grown man, sucking the cock of one
prepubescent boy while his kid brother fucked him.  That was so fucking
hot!
  His stiff cock oozed out a drop of pre-cum.  The boys were both randy as
hell also, and it was not long before Benny grabbed his puppy's head with
both hands to support his weak legs as he trembled and sighed with his dry
orgasm.  At almost the same time Bobby grabbed the broad, hairy ass he was
pumping and began to tremble with his own orgasm.  Gary's cock jerked and
ached for relief also, causing the tip to drip pre-cum on the carpet.
     When the two boys finally eased their cocks out of his body and backed
away, Gary wasn't given a moment to recover.  Brett walked over to him,
stiff cocklet in his hand.  "Here, Tiger, come chew on my bone."
     Gary eagerly sucked and slurped on the last brother's cock until it
was dripping with spittle, hoping that when he finished bringing the boy
off he'd be able to achieve the same goal.  He wondered which of them he
could get to jerk him off.  To have one of them suck him off was of course
the ultimate dream, but he would never expect one of them to go that far.
     To Gary's surprise, Brett suddenly withdrew his cock.  His perplexity
was short lived.  Brett quickly stepped around behind him and pressed his
spit-slick cock head against Gary's hairy butt.  The boy's cock was
identical to his twin's, slender and somewhere between four and five inches
long.  He and Gary being horny, the spittle was sufficient lubricant for
him to penetrate the hole that his youngest brother's cock had prepared for
him.  He grasped Gary's hips and began to thrust his hips to and fro as if
this was something he did routinely, and which Gary would have been
surprised to find out was nothing new to him.  It was not long before the
slim teen was grasping the man's broad beam and gasping with ecstasy as he
filled his butt with a load of thick boycream.
     "Okay, play dead," said Benny.
     Gary lay on his back and put his arms and legs in the air, welcoming
the chance to catch his breath.  Benny sat beside him and put his hand on
his hairy chest and began to pet him.  The hand moved on down over his
stomach and twirled the thick hairs covering most of his stomach.  Getting
up, he threw one leg over the dead dog and sat on his hairy stomach facing
the dog's outspread hind legs.  Wiggling his bare butt, he giggled with the
feeling of the coarse hairs on his bum.  Brent and Brett came over and
spread apart the dog's legs and raised them further in the air, exposing
his balls and his asshole.  Benny's hands continued on to Gary's pubic
hairs.  Gary inhaled sharply, wondering if the boy would go farther.  To
his immense delight the boy did.  Firmly grasping Gary's cock, he aimed it
toward his bellybutton and began to tug on it.
     "He's dead all right," said Brent.
     "Let's be sure," said Bobby as he stepped up to Gary and looked down
at him with an impish grin.
     Walking around to their victim's outspread legs, he sat down
cross-legged as boys his age can do with ease.  Gary felt the boy's hot
little palm cup his ball sac, and then the fingers of his other hand gently
touch his sensitive orbs.
     "Hhhhunh," Gary shuddered as he twisted his hips.
     "Nope, not dead," said Bobby fiendishly.
     "Hhhunnahaha," replied the dead dog.
     "Ticklish there Tiger?"
     Gary nodded rapidly and immediately realized that was a mistake.
Bobby's delicate little fingers skipped over his ball sac, causing Gary to
squirm and chuckle uncontrollably.  As he tickled, the boy's middle finger
slipped down below the dog's balls to the cord between his sac and his
asshole.  Gary jerked his legs, almost pulling them out of the twin's
grasp, and his now erect cock pulsed in Benny's hand.
     "Whoa!" exclaimed Benny.  "Do whatever you just did again, Bobby."
     Bobby did with the same response.
     "Freaking shit, you got to feel this fucker's cock throb when you do
that!"
     Brent, Brett, and Bobby each took a turn wrapping their fingers about
the four-inch circumference of Gary's seven-and-a-half inch long cock while
one of them fingered the helpless puppy between his balls and his asshole.
     "Fucking hot!" announced Bobby as he took his place back again.
     "Yeah, totally!" agreed his brothers.
     "Boys," gasped Gary, "I got to wahahha," he began as Bobby struck that
sensitive spot again.  "I gotta wahahaha," he repeated as Bobby struck
again.  "I'm gonna cum any second."
     Benny and Bobby immediately removed their hands.  Gary was definitely
disappointed, especially after having made the four boys come, but he
realized he was pushing it too far to expect the boys to do the same to
him.  He lay back, realizing he'd already done far more than he'd ever
expected from this little game, and enjoyed the gradual subsiding of his
desire.
     He had almost started to go limp when Benny's hand reached down and
began to stroke him again.  At the same time his younger brother began to
tickle Gary's balls.  Once again the hapless victim squirmed with the
painful pleasure pulsing through his cock and with the equally painful
pleasure of having his ball sac tickled and the spot between his balls and
asshole suddenly and unpredictably assaulted.  This time as he approached
his climax he decided not to let the boys know.  To his amazement, the boys
stopped on their own.
     "You wanna shoot a load of doggy cum, Tiger?" asked one of the blonds.
     "Yes."
     "Beg."
     "Please.  I've been good.  I've done everything you boys wanted.  Let
me come."  Gary didn't care if he had to beg.  He had to get off a load.
     Benny and Bobby resumed their messing around with his privates a third
time.  It did not take long for Gary to feel the peak approaching.
     "Think we should stop again?" asked Benny with an impish grin.
     "No!  Oh fuck no!  Please boys."
     "I think we should," said Bobby as he slipped his finger down to
Gary's sensitive cord below his balls, causing his cock to pulse violently
and his body to jerk like he'd been struck by lightning.  The nine-year-old
giggled.
     "Oh fuck, oh shit, boys, don't stop, oh please," Gary begged
desperately as he felt his cock go numb.
     A second later he blasted, ropes of his creamy white cum erupting from
his hot, throbbing cock still being held tightly by Benny.  It stuck the
eleven-year-old in the chest and in the stomach, juicy man cum running down
over his naked pubes and over his erect little cocklet and his tiny
hairless balls.  Hot squirt after hot squirt shot from the irritated shaft
in an ejaculation like Gary had not experienced in years.
     It was several minutes before Benny got up, chest, stomach and right
hand sticky with Gary's fresh, creamy cum.  Gary glanced up at him, flushed
and glowing and feeling a mixture of blissful relief that follows
ejaculation and guilt having sprayed the eleven-year-old boy.  He was about
to apologize when Benny raised his hand and began to lick it off.  His
three brothers suddenly attacked, like kittens after cream.  Brent eagerly
stuck out his tongue and licked off a thick gob of cum from his brother's
chest while Brett sucked up a glob from his flat stomach.  Bobby knelt
before him and began to lick his little balls and stiff cock clean.  Even
though he'd just shot a load off, watching the four hot hellions licking
off their brother and savouring his cum caused Gary's now limp cock to
begin swelling again.
     "That was a neat trick, Tiger," said Benny with a wide smile, his body
having been licked clean.
     "Yeah, he's a real smart dog.  We should have a dog show and show him
off," said Brett.
     "Let's!  Let's do that.  We'll see how many tricks he can do, and for
each trick, he gets a special bone.  You like that Tiger?" asked Brent.
     Gary nodded his head eagerly.  Another round with these hot young boys
was beyond his wildest hopes.
     "Way cool," said Bobby.
     "You go lay down in your doghouse while we guys set things up," said
Brent, motioning to the large doghouse designed for a Saint Bernard.
     Gary crawled over to the doghouse and wondered what games the boys
were going to think up.  The thought of those four hot little boners in his
body again was so hot that even though he normally needed an hour or more
to recover, he found himself with a throbbing erection again.  Who would
have thought the day would have turned out like this!
     "Hey, its twelve-thirty!" said Brett suddenly.
     "Wow, no wonder I've been feeling hungry," said Brent.
     "Hey, Tiger," said Benny, looking into the doghouse.  "You be a good
dog, and we'll have some more fun as soon as we have something to eat."
     Hooking the dog chain on the dog house to his collar, the boys quickly
put on their swim suits and left.  Gary lay there for a while, still
recovering from his experience, and then decided he'd better go have
something to eat too.  He'd need some energy to keep up with the four young
boys that afternoon, and besides, he had better make an appearance with the
adults for a while.  Sucking up to one's superiors and lording it over
one's subordinates was what company picnics were all about.  Besides, there
was the third VP position open, and everyone knew he was one of the lead
contenders.  A little sucking up to the President and the Chairman of the
Board would ensure that he moved into first place.  Crawling out of the
doghouse and unhooking the chain, he looked around for his swim suit.
Everything had been so unexpected, he had a difficult time remembering just
where he and the boys had gotten naked.  Half an hour later not only had he
been unable to find it, but he'd been unable to find anything he could use
in its place.
     Not having much of a choice, he hooked the chain back on and crawled
back into the doghouse.  As he waited for the boys to return, he pictured
each of them.  Fuck, they were all so hot looking, from dark-haired little
Bobby to the sexy blond twins!  The minutes ticked by.  He wondered what
was taking the boys so long.  It didn't matter.  He needed the rest, and he
considered himself lucky to have connected with them even if they'd decided
not to do anything further.  He gave a silent prayer of thanks to whoever
it was that was responsible for his good fortune.  Some time later he
finally heard the door to the room open and a few minutes later Brent's
voice.
     "And now, for your afternoon entertainment, Wecare Pet Supplies
Limited presents the amazing trained puppy, Tiger."
     Gary came scrambling out the doghouse and suddenly stopped.  There
sitting on the floor were a dozen or more kids, most in their swimsuits,
the rest in their picnic clothes.  Totally mortified, Gary quickly turned
and scooted back into the dog house.
     Brent called.  "Here Tiger.  Tiger!  Here boy!  Com'on boy, we got
some nice treats for you!  Here boy."  He went over to the doghouse and
squatted down.  "Com'on out."
     "What do you think you're doing?" whispered Gary.
     "Having a dog show.  Com'on out."
     "Forget it!"
     "What's wrong?  We were having fun before lunch, weren't we?"
     "We were, yes.  That was one thing with you boys, but in front of all
those kids, that's a lot different."
     "How?"
     "You boys wanted to mess around.  And we did things together.  Besides
some of those boys out there are way too little, like six years old.  And
there's older boys too, fifteen at least.  And there's lots of them!"
     "Don't worry.  None of them will tell.  They promised."
     "It's not just that," Gary told him.  "Send them back."
     "You remember that Polaroid pic?"
     "Of course."
     "Well, unless you come out, I'm going to leave it by the buffet table
where everyone can see it."
     "You wouldn't."
     "Oh yeah?" the thirteen-year-old said with a grin, and Gary knew that
the boy was serious.
     Gary considered the threat.  He was being blackmail by a mere kid.  He
was not in the habit of being blackmailed by anyone, let a lone a boy
barely into his teens.  Of course that was the problem.  To the kid leaving
the picture at the buffet table would be a lark, even though he was in it
himself.  At thirteen he couldn't see the ramifications of such an act.  At
least Gary didn't think he could.  He thought quickly.  In his job he was
used to making on-the-spot decisions.
     "Only one problem with that," Gary finally said with a smile.
     "Yeah?" said Brent.
     "You boys are in the pic too," Gary said, his grin growing wider.
"Don't think you want your mom and dad to see it, and I'm sure your dad
wouldn't want the other employees in the company to see his boys in the
buff."  The kids were so simple, but then they were just kids.  There was
no way they could show the picture to anyone now that he'd pointed out the
ramifications.
     "Hey, we're just kids.  They'd understand.  But I don't know about the
dirty old pervert in the picture," said Brent with a wicked grin.
     Gary began to open his mouth to reply, and then thought better of it.
There was a danger pursing that comment.  He didn't want the boys getting
the idea that what they were doing was something illegal or anything, or
then they'd really blackmail him.  Nor did he want them getting the idea
that what they were doing was sick or anything like that.  It was pure,
innocent fun, nothing more.  The last thing he wanted was for them to be
corrupted into thinking a bit of messing around between generations was
wrong like many of his generation had been taught.  Quickly considering his
options, Gary inhaled deeply and came out.  He looked everywhere but at the
boys sitting on the floor.  He could hear them twitter.  It sounded loud
enough to be heard all the way to the pool.
     "Now, Tiger, fetch."
     Bobby tossed the stick and he scampered after it and returned with it
in his mouth.  He happily ate the dog biscuit Bobby offered.
     "Thirsty?"
     "Woof, woof," he said, nodding his head.
     "Then go have a drink and come back here."
     He scampered over to the bowl and took and big slurp.  He was dry.  To
his surprise they'd somehow managed to fill the dog dish with beer.  Well,
at least that was one reward, he thought as he lapped from the bowl like a
dog.  Unable to get enough, he stuck his face in and sucked.  Draining it,
he returned to Bobby, his cheeks and chin dripping with beer.
     "Now, beg for the nice bone," Bobby said, and Gary's heart skipped a
beat as he desperately tried to think how he could explain that doing it
together like they'd done in the morning was all right, but doing it before
a dozen young boys sitting on the floor and watching was a far different
matter.  To his surprise, and relief, Bobby produced a leather bone he'd
been holding behind his back and held it above his head.  Gary sat on his
haunches and barked as he held his hands in front of his chest.  Receiving
the bone he sat and chewed on it while the audience clapped politely.
     "Now for something harder," announced Brett.  "Tiger will climb to the
top of the ladder, stand on his hand legs on top and howl, and then turn
around and come down the other side."
     Gary began to climb the ladder, fully aware that when he stood on his
knees at the top he would be fully exposed to every kid in the room.
Still, the tricks were innocent, and if he played along the boys would soon
tire and he'd be out of this jam, and with that damn Polaroid in his
pocket.  Even though it was innocent, as he knelt on the top of the ladder,
he was acutely aware of sixteen pairs of eyes fixed on his most private
parts and he wished he could just crawl back in his dog house and pull the
door shut.  Exposing himself to the group of boys was the most humiliating
thing that had ever happened to him.  Brett gave him a dog biscuit.
     "Now chase your tail," Bobby said, smiling impishly at him.  "You know
which one I mean," the nine-year-old added as Gary hesitated, and the boys
all twittered.  Gary's face began to turn red.  Bobby whispered "Polaroid".
Taking a deep breath, Gary began to run in circles chasing his dick, to the
very definite amusement of the audience.
     "Who has seen puppies when they first meet in the park or the street
or wherever?" asked Benny.  Several of the boys, especially the little
ones, raised their hands.
  "What is the first thing they do?"  The youngest looked at each other
with perplexed expressions and a couple of the oldest boys glanced at each
other and smirked.  Nobody responded.  "They sniff each other's a- hole,"
Benny announced.
     "Oh yeah, I seen dogs do that in the park," said one youngster around
six years old.
     "Come here."
     The boy came over.
     "Get on your hands and knees."
     The boy did.  Benny whispered something in his ear and the boy
giggled.
  Benny said something again and the boy pushed down his swimsuit.
     "Here Tiger.  Here is a nice young pup.  Come sniff his a-hole."
     Gary balked, and then shuffled over, knowing he had no choice.  All
right, exposing himself was the second most embarrassing thing he'd done in
his life. . . .  The boy's butt smelled of musk and was actually not that
unpleasant.  In fact the odour of the musky six-year-old's asshole combined
with sniffing the young boy in front of the audience of twittering,
snickering boys caused Gary's cock to begin swelling.  Having gone that
far, Gary figured he might as well go all the way.  The boy giggled as Gary
bushed his nose between the boy's cheeks and took a good whiff.  It helped
make up for his embarrassment.
     "Anyone else want their a-holes sniffed?"
     Two boys, a ten-year-old and a fourteen, stood up at the same time.
The ten-year-old pushed down his shorts and briefs and got to his knees.
Gary dutifully crawled over and sniffed the boy's butt while the
fourteen-year-old stepped out of his swimsuit.
     "Dogs sometimes sniff between each other's legs too," he suggested as
Gary shuffled over to him.  That Gary was quite willing to do.  Hell, if
they were going to humiliate him like this, at least he could check out the
young cock.  The boy smelled of swimming pool chlorine, but he had a nice
set of knockers and a nice looking dick for his age.  Having broken the
ice, those two were followed by two more boys, another youngster around six
and a fifteen-year-old urged on by his buddy.
     "Now Tiger, for being such a good dog, we're going to give you a nice
bone," Brent said as he stepped forward.  He'd removed his swim suit and
had an ear-to-ear leer.
     "No, not this," Gary whispered as the thirteen-year-old stepped up to
him and held up his dick.
     Several of the boys in the audience twittered, and one of the older
hooted and clapped.  "No way," one of the older boys whispered.
     Gary felt exactly the same way.  "Please," he said, not knowing which
of the twins was standing before him.
     "Polaroid," Brent whispered.
     "No, please, in private I'll do anything you and your brothers want,
just the five of us, but not here in front of everyone."
     "Looks like Tiger wants to beg.  Com'on then, on your knees and beg
for this nice bone," he said with an evil grin, shaking his dick.  "Or else
you know what," he whispered, the audience shuffling and murmuring too
loudly to overhear him.
     Gary could tell from the defiant look on the boy's face that he meant
it.  He got on his knees and barked, his heart sinking with total
embarrassment.  Exposing himself dropped down to third place.
     "Fuck, the guy's gonna do it," one of the older boys said in more than
a whisper.
     "Gotta be some sortta fag or somethin'," another commented.
     Brent stepped forward and Gary got on his hands and knees and took the
boy's limp cock in his mouth.  As he began to suck he knew every eye in the
room was on him.
  This was total humiliation, a thirteen-year-old boy making a grown man
suck him off in front of a group of other boys.  The teenager was already
partially aroused and it did not take him long to get stiff.  As the boy
backed away, Gary thought that was it and sighed with relief, thankful the
boy did not want to go all the way.  The blond boy smiled at the audience
and bounced his stiffie with his index finger with a proud grin.
     "Okay Tiger, for being a super good dog, you're going to get a real
treat, cuz there is something special inside this bone, and you're about to
get it."
     He grinned over at the watching boys as he stepped back up to Gary,
and a few of the older boys grinned back and exchanged knowing looks with
their buddies.  Gary could do nothing other than open his mouth.  He sucked
and licked the hot, stiff boybone eagerly, figuring the faster he brought
the kid off the sooner this would be over.  Performing in front of an
audience really turned on the young budding exhibitionist, and barely a
minute later he was grunting and panting as he emptied his balls in Gary's
mouth.  As Gary swallowed the boy cream his semierect cock quickly
stiffened the rest of the way out.  As Brent withdrew, he squeezed his
cock, causing a last drop of pearly white to form at the tip.  Several of
the boys watching shifted uncomfortably as the woodies they'd popped pushed
out their swim suits and shorts uncomfortably.
     "Good doggie, Tiger," he said, patting him on the head.  "Who's next?"
he asked, looking at his brothers.
     "Me," said Benny as he stepped forward, like his brothers having
removed his swim suit.  "I'm going to show you how you can make our puppy
sing.  Lay on your back and hold up your front paws, Tiger."
     Gary did so, and Benny circled him, building up the anticipation, and
then he sat on Gary's chest and began to tickle his pits.  He was soon
howling with laughter.  If that wasn't bad enough, the beer he'd consumed
that morning combined with the tickling had the expected result.  When
Benny paused, he desperately whispered his need to Benny.
     "Okay, got to take Puppy for walkies before he gets his treat."
Taking the leash, he lead Gary around the room until they stopped at the
fire hydrant.
     "No, please."
     "Go, or we go back and tickle you till you piss all over yourself,"
Benny said with a wide grin.
     Gary raised his leg, and after a moment of bashfulness, his bladder
overcame his mind.  The boys hooted as he pissed on the carpet and turned
as red as the fire hydrant.
     "Now, for being such a good doggy and going outside, here is another
bone for you," said Benny.
     Watching Gary pissing on the hydrant had gotten the eleven-year-old
boy erect.  Gary sat dutifully and began to suck on the three-inch bone,
again tonguing the bulge in an effort to bring this to as fast a conclusion
as he could.  Even so, it seemed like forever before the boy began to
quiver with his dry orgasm.  As Benny stepped away, Gary noticed a few of
the boys were fiddling with themselves.
     "Now who?" asked Benny.
     "Me," called out Bobby.
     "Roll over and play dead."
     Gary's heart sank.  Oh shit no, not that.
     "Tiger," Bobby said more firmly.  "Roll over and play dead, boy."
     Gary rolled over on his back and assumed the position.
     "Now, as you can see, our puppy plays dead real good," said Bobby,
running his hand over his chest and playing with his hair.  "He stays dead
until we tell him otherwise."  The hand made its way to his belly.  Bobby
gave the audience a half-quizzical and a half-comic look and they all
laughed and urged him to do it.  Gary felt the boy's hand on his nuts,
gently caressing them.  He could not help squirming as his cock quickly
stiffened.  Bobby began to pump the seven-and-a-half inch long tube with
one hand while he played with Gary's balls with the other.  Of course he
occasionally slipped his middle finger down between his poor victim's balls
and asshole, an area some call the taint (it taint the balls and it taint
the asshole).  Gary squirmed and yelped uncontrollably whenever that
sensitive spot was touched.  Between been masturbated in front of a group
of boys and Bobby's playing with his balls and taint, it did not take him
long to cum.  Bobby aimed his throbbing cock straight up and he was soon
spurting all over his crotch like a miniature fountain.  By this time the
older boys who had not stripped had very definite wet spots in their
swimsuits or their underwear.  The rest were trying to hide their dripping
bones.
     "Okay Brett."
     "For my trick, Tiger will show you how well he can obey."  Taking the
leash, he began by telling Gary to walk and then had him do a series of
commands, shake a paw, roll over, sit up, lay down, and somersault, the
latter not being that easy.
     "Now, for my reward, something very special," he said with a grin.
"Besides sniffing each other, what else has everyone seen puppies do in the
park when a boy and girl puppy meet?" asked Brett.
     "Make little puppies," came a chorus of several young voices, followed
by giggles.
     "Well, Tiger doesn't like girl puppies, just boy puppies," said Brett
with a grin.  "And he especially likes to be screwed.  Would you like to be
screwed, Tiger?"
     "No way," Gary whispered.
     "Com'on.  I know you'd like to have me make puppies with you Tiger,"
said Brett.  "Let's see you beg."
     "Forget it," whispered Gary.  "Now that's going too far."
     "Bobby, show everyone the pic of us getting our new puppy," said
Brett.
  "The one we're going to show everyone later tonight."
     "All right, all right."  Gary got up on his knees.  Exposing himself
now seemed so trivial.
     "You probably noticed something else special about our puppy.  If you
talk to him in a certain way he can talk.  Let's hear you ask me to doggy
fuck your bumhole, Tiger."
     "I'd like you to doggy fuck my bumhole," the obedient puppy said
softly, amazed at how the young boys had gained such control over him.
     "That wasn't very good.  I think he should do it again, don't you?"
     The boys cheered.
     "Please fuck my bumhole."
     "Again, like you really mean it."
     Gary asked, like he really meant it.  He had to get this over with.
Every time he figured what these little hellions were making him do was the
most humiliating thing they could possibly dream of, they'd come up with
something even worse.
     Brett readily stepped behind him and with a bit of spittle, easily
inserted his four-inch cock up his butt and began fucking his ass.
Watching the others had gotten the teenager hot, and mercifully for Gary,
it was only a matter of minutes before he was filling Gary's rectum with
his cum.  As Gary felt the boy ease out of him, he sat on his haunches and
stared at the carpet.  He could not believe this.  He had thought he and
the boys would engage in some innocent fun, and at the most he might show
them a few adult secrets.  What they'd done to him over the past five hours
was far from innocent, and there wasn't a secret that he knew that they
didn't.
     "That was great, Tiger.  But we got to go for a while," said Brent.
     "Yeah, we got to go find a man."
     "But I think there's some others here who'd like to play with you."
     "Yeah I think, so.  What do you guys say?"
     "Oh yeah," came the chorus.
     "That's good.  Tiger loves to play with boys, and he'll do whatever
you ask," Brett said with a smile.
     As a horde of horny, young boys surrounded Gary, he was too occupied
to see the boys slip on their swim suits and slip out of the room.  The
boys surrounding the bewildered and harassed puppy were similarly too
involved to notice Benny turn on the cam recorder on the tripod in the
corner on his way out.
     Returning to the picnic, the boys found that a number of other adults
had joined the party since they had left and they resumed their mingling in
their search for their dad's opposition.  Their search was unsuccessful.
By this time it was five in the afternoon and sweltering hot.  The boys
decided a dip in the pool was in order, and it was practically all to
themselves.  The boys, of course, were being entertained inside the house,
the girls had had enough and were laying on the grass in the shade, and the
adults were congregating around the bar.  Another hour passed and those not
drinking began to help themselves to the buffet table.
     "Say, where are all the boys?" one of the fathers suddenly asked, and
the adults realized that every boy, with the exception of the Brewster
brothers, was missing.
     "Boys, do you know where the others are?" Barry Brewster asked
suspiciously.  It was not like his sons not to be with the crowd.  In fact
it was more often than not his sons who were leading the crowd.
     "Ah, ummm, ah, yeah," said Bobby, the one who usually thought on his
feet the fastest.  "They went to watch television."
     "Now, isn't that just like kids," someone said.  "Wonderful weather
and all these fun things planned just for them, and they go in the house
and coop up in front of a television set."
     "They probably found my seventy-two-inch projection screen," the host
said with a smile.
     "Well, they shouldn't have gone wandering in your house, Mr.
Farnsworth," said one of the men in a voice that was clearly sucking up.
"I'll go chase them back out here."
     "Ah, whoa, ah, I'll go," said Benny and Brett together.
     "No, you are the only boys who didn't go to watch TV," said Mr.
Farnsworth, clearly impressed.  "I think that sort of behaviour should be
rewarded.  You go help yourself to the hamburgers, and take first choice of
the types of chips and pop you want."
     They had done good for their dad without even trying, and were being
rewarded themselves, which was fantastic, but there was also a very major
and immediate problem.  The boys glanced at each other.
     "That's right," someone said, someone with a voice of authority.
"Jay, you go fetch the boys."
     Fetch brought a tingle to each of the brother's necks as they looked
over at the speaker.  He was an old man, around sixty-five, with white hair
and a huge moustache.  He was wearing a very expensive silk shirt and dress
pants, and was very important looking, like some earl or something from the
previous century.  With him was a boy of seventeen, a slim boy of around a
hundred and forty pounds and standing at five-foot-eight.  He was a total
contrast to the adult, the teenager having his jet black hair spiked and
dyed green on top, a handcuff-shaped earing in his right ear, a tiny
emerald nose stud, silver rings in the outer corner of both eyebrows, two
pairs of silver studs at the bridge of his nose, and a silver lip ring.  He
began heading for the door.
     "Ah, well, ah, I'll show you the way," said Bobby.
     "You have very helpful boys, Brewster," said Mr. Farnsworth.
     "Ah, well, yes," he said, flustered, pleased and a bit surprised.
     "That won't be necessary," the teenager said.  "I think I can find the
room."
     "I wanna," persisted Bobby.  "Those are way cool rings.  I'd love to
have a ring in my nose.  Did it hurt?" he rambled, taking the teenager by
the hand and leading him out of the room.  Barry Brewster stared after
them, his pleasant surprise having turned to worry upon hearing the comment
about the nose ring.  Bobby would want to do something like that, and would
throw a major tantrum if he didn't get his way.
     Meanwhile, his three brothers headed for the hamburgers.  Not only was
that what was expected of them, but they were hungry and their kid brother
could take care of the situation.
     Bobby did, leading the boy from room to room, babbling away about
rings and tattoos and everything he could think of to distract the boy as
he lead him in every direction except to the show room.  Unfortunately they
finally stumbled across the television room.
     "Looks like there's nobody here," Jay observed.
     "How about that," commented Bobby seriously.  "They must have all
headed back to the picnic."
     "They were never here," the seventeen-year-old observed.
     "What do you mean?"
     "You've been leading me in circles for the past half an hour, dude."
     "Who, me?"
     "Now, what's really going on?  You boys find Farnsworth's computer and
surfing the net for adult sites?"
     "Who, us?"
     "Or you've found his sixteen-year-old niece and she's entertaining you
all."
     "He's got a niece in the entertainment business?"
     "Get off it kid.  You and your brothers are smooth, but I've been
around.  Now what's up?"
     "What's up?" asked three voices behind him.
     "Your kid bro here has been giving me a run-around," Jay observed as
he turned to face the three Brewster brothers.
     "I couldn't find the television room.  Everyone went back to the
picnic, right?" hinted Bobby.
     "Cut the crap, dude.  I wasn't born yesterday."
     "If you were and you had all those rings I bet they made your mom
yelp," observed Benny and the others twittered.
     "All the boys gone, and not any girls . . .  now that can only mean
one thing," Jay pointed out.
     The brothers looked at each other.  "Okay, they've gone up the street
to play baseball," said Brent.
     "Good try, but I don't think so, dude."
     "I don't suppose you'd believe football."
     "I don't suppose I would."
     "They're playing with a new puppy."
     "Yeah, right."
     "Honest."
     "So, you can go back to the adults and we'll go tell the guys its time
to eat," offered Brett.
     "I'll come with you," said Bobby.  "Hey, did I tell you that's a cool
necklace.  What is it anyway?"
     "We'll go get the boys together, dudes, all five of us," said Jay,
"and that's a lambda, not that I think you're really interested."
     "What's a lambda?"
     "That's a Greek letter of the alphabet."
     "Why are you wearing a letter of the Greek alphabet?"
     "It's also a gay symbol."
     "You gay?"
     "Yeah."
     "Hey, that's way cool.  I think you'd like to meet our new puppy,"
observed Brent as the boys cheerfully lead Jay to the room.
     He could not believe the sight.  It was a regular orgy.  A dozen boys
ranging in age from six to fifteen were stark naked, and in their midst was
a man of about twenty-four, at the moment sporting a huge erection and a
nice set of balls which they'd wrapped a leash around and were using to
lead him about the room.  The smell of cum was heavy in the air.
     "You wanna play you're our puppy too?" asked Bobby hopefully.
     "No way little dude," Jay said, "but I think I could have a bit of fun
with the puppy you have."
     "He can do any trick you want him too."
     "His name is Tiger."
     "Hey, guys," called Brent, "they got burgers and bags of potato chips
and stuff ready.  We've been told to come get you to come and eat."
     "Yeah," said Brett.  "We got a guy here who wants to have Tiger do
some tricks for him.  He can keep Tiger busy while you're gone."
     Gary turned and looked at the four brothers, and then at the teenage
boy in the expensive Gap shirt and airwalks, baggy cargo pants and
extensive rings.
     "Tiger?" the boy asked, eyeing the man on all fours on the carpet with
a slight smirk on his lips.  "Interesting name for a dog."
     "Yeah, he's a man-eater," Brent said with a grin.
     "And a boy-eater," added Brett.
     "He loves to sniff a-holes," Bobby advised.
     "Yeah?"
     "And to sing," added Benny.
     "Sing?"
     "Tickle under his arms and you'll see."
     "Or between his balls and his asshole," Bobby said with a sparkle in
his eyes.
     Jay quickly unbuttoned his shirt as all the boys except the Brewsters
left, revealing a smooth, firm chest, long, fine pit hairs, and finely
haired lower arms.  His pinkish-brown nipples were the size of quarters and
stood out prominently on his lightly-tanned chest.  Slipping off his untied
Adidas runners by placing the toe of one foot against the heel of the
other, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his cargo pants at the same
time as he removed his airwalks.  Stepping out of them, he slid down his
white jockey briefs without the slightest hesitation, revealing a flat
stomach and dense patch of pitch-black hairs that formed a triangle from
his innie belly button to his cock.  His calves had fine hairs, their
darkness making them look hairier than they actually were.  His limp dick
was almost as long as the twins pricks were when they were stiff.  It was
cut, most of the skin having been left in tact and which, when his cock was
limp, formed a collar just under the ridge of his knob.  He was a bit on
the slender side, his muscles being at that stage between boyhood and
adulthood, firm and developed but lacking the definition that would come
with age and the tone that would have come had he been more athletic.
     "Come here, Tiger," he called as he got on his hands and knees.
     Having already been used twice by the Brewster brothers and humiliated
by them in front of his colleagues' sons, and having been a sex slave for a
dozen horny boys for the bulk of the afternoon, Gary was feeling horny as
hell and was eager for whatever the green-haired youth had in mind.
Besides, the lanky teenager had sort of a virile, animal appeal about him.
Gary wasn't sure just what it was, if it was his rings and dyed hair, his
sensuous lips, or his cute round butt that he was being told to sniff.
Slipping his nose between the boy's smooth asscheeks, he inhaled deeply and
was rewarded by an exotic musky aroma.
     "Lick it."
     Gary did so willingly, running his tongue along the crack and over the
boy's hairless rosebud, a reddish-brown pucker the same colour as his
nipples.  It tasted of body salt and wild mushrooms.
     He lay on his back as ordered like the obedient puppy that he was, and
Jay straddled his stomach and sat down facing him, supporting his weight on
his knees and calves.  He grinned, revealing perfect white teeth, and his
eyes narrowed into a leer as he slipped back.  His grin grew wider as
Gary's curly hairs tickled his smooth, bare butt.  Benny and Bobby sat on
his hands, preventing him from using his outspread arms, while the twins
once again grabbed Gary's ankles and pulled apart his legs.  Jay leaned
back, reaching behind him and cradling the older man's hairy balls with the
fingertips of his right hand.  His fingers glanced over them lightly,
causing Gary to tremble and chortle softly and his cock to begin to swell.
     "Ah ungh, ahuh, ahhahauuugnnnnh!" Tiger yelped as he suddenly jerked
and strained to break free from the twin's grasp and to remove his hands
from their younger brothers' butts as Jay's finger slipped to the sensitive
spot beyond his balls.  Giving him a moment to recover, Jay once again
slipped his middle finger along the man's taint.  "Ahagghaaagh, ahhh,
ahahaha, ahhhh," the puppy cried out again as his body jerked like an
electric shock had been delivered to it.
     The stimulation shooting through his taint and down to his quivering
pucker and at the same time up to under his balls was more powerful than
any electric shock however.  His cock swelled an inch with each jolt, and
it was soon angling up hard and hot and aching to be stroked.  Feeling its
hot circumcised head against the small of his back, Jay reached behind and
pushed it down so it was aimed toward the man's bellybutton.  He slowly
slid back, causing Gary's dick to begin to slip past his tail bone and down
along his crack.  Gary could not believe it as his cock slowly slid up to
the boy's tight asshole.  However, just as it was about to penetrate that
virgin territory, Jay stopped, and reaching forward, began to tickle both
of Gary's pits.
     He yelped and twisted and bucked, trying to throw the teenager off
while straining to escape from the hot clutches of the twins holding his
ankles.  Benny and Bobby somehow managed to remain sitting on his hands.
He chuckled and he strained as the seventeen-year-old boy tickled both of
his pits at the same time until he was a quivering, shrieking mound of
flesh.  He was finally allowed to recover and he lay there gasping and
sweating, his pits still tingling and his cock hard and aching.  He was
almost breathing normally when the fingers attacked again.  He was tickled
relentlessly until he howled, and was then allowed to recover in the hopes
the boy had had enough only to be attacked again.  The teenage boy grinned
impishly down at him, his slender young cock pointing up parallel to his
chest and throbbing with arousal.
     Finally after the third break, he was ordered to get on his hands and
knees.  Kneeling behind him, Jay pushed down on the base of his narrow,
six-inch long bone until it was jutting out like a lance and then shuffled
forward until the knob was pressed against Gary's hole.  As Jay pressed
forward, Gary pushed out with his sphincter, opening it as wide as he
could.  Both being randy as hell and Jay's cock being rock hard and slender
and Gary's asshole slick from so many loads of boy cum he'd lost count,
they united with the first attempt.  The hot seventeen-year-old pushed on
until his coarse black hairs were pressed against the man's hairy backside
and the head of his cock was buried deep up the man's rectum.
     As Jay slowly began to fuck Gary doggy style, Brett knelt in front and
offered his bone to the puppy for the third time.  The dog eagerly slipped
his mouth about the thirteen-year-old's offering and began to slip his lips
up and down the hard little pricklet.  Brent slipped over to the threesome
and standing beside Jay, he offered the teenager his boycock.  Bending
over, Jay stuck out his tongue and licked the offering, delighting in the
salty, tangy taste and delighting even more in the young boy's squirm of
delight.
     Benny lay down on his back, and wiggling between Brett's legs and
under his puppy in the opposite direction, he grasped his hard
seven-and-a-half inch cock in his hot little hand and began to wank it, at
the same time arching his back and rubbing his stiff little boy dick
against the puppy's hairy chest.  Each time the knob of his stiff little
cocklet brushed against Gary's nipple Gary jerked uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, young Bobby had also lain on his back and had squirmed between
the outspread legs of the humping couple.  He had directly above his wide
hazel eyes two pairs of swaying, hairy balls.  He reached up with one hand
and began to lightly tickle the dangling balls of his beloved puppy,
causing his pet to quiver with the unique combination of pleasure and pain.
At the same time the nine-year-old reached up with his other hand and
lightly stroked the slowly tightening balls of the seventeen-year-old stud
muffin fucking the shit out of his puppy.
     Jay closed his eyes and delighted in the wild combination of
sensations assaulting his mind.  The hot moist ass gripping his cock each
time he drew it out and the itchy irritation encircling the rim of his knob
were familiar feelings for the young top, but he never ceased to be totally
wiped out by the feeling anyway.  Having a throbbing little boy cock in his
mouth was not as familiar, and he delighted in giving the thirteen-year-old
blond cutie a blow job special.
  Even less familiar were the skipping ball caresses of the nine-year-old
between his legs.  He had to stop and will his body to calm down with
greater and greater frequency until he could hold back no longer.
     As Gary felt Jay begin to ram his butt with a rapidly increasing tempo
he knew exactly why and he closed his eyes and ached with anticipation.  It
had been a long, most unusual day, and it seemed like he'd been on a sexual
high every minute of it.  The slamming of the hot loins of the teenager
behind him, the throbbing of the thirteen-year-old bone in his mouth, and
the slamming of the little eleven-year-old pricklet against his nipples all
assaulted his mind at the same time.  Added to that the teasing tickling of
the little boy between his legs and he was not amazed that he was about to
shoot his load still another time.
     The four Brewster brothers were having the time of their young lives
also.  The twins were panting loudly and deeply as the hot mouths expertly
sucked their young cocks and they felt their climaxes approaching.  Benny
was thrusting his hips to and fro as fast as his young muscles could
contract and relax and it felt like he was rubbing his little pricklet raw
against Tiger's hairy chest.  As he felt himself approaching his dry orgasm
he wanked on the hard, hot bone of his puppy with desperation, thrilled by
its size and power besides the joy of wanking off an adult.  Bobby had
reached down and begun wanking himself also, his hot little fingers beating
his three inches with lightning speed while he raised his head and attacked
the hairy, tight nuts above him with his tongue.
     The touch of the nine-year-old's hot, wet tongue on his nut sac was
too much for Jay.  He slammed forward, sinking his hard cock as far up
Gary's rectum as he could as his hot, teen cum erupted from his tight nuts.
At the same time he felt the slender tube of boy meat in his mouth throb
and the first of half a dozen thick, creamy shots of boycum spurted into
his mouth.  At the same time Brent's twin grasped Gary's head and groaned
with the release of his boy seed.  Feeling the boy's sweet thick cum
spurting into his mouth, and the hot jism of the teenager behind him
spurting up his rectum, Gary erupted, his hard cock throbbing violently in
the hot little hand of the boy under him and his man juices spraying across
the eleven-year-old's heaving chest.  At the same time the boy shivered and
whimpered with his dry orgasm, the head of his irritated little cocklet
throbbing like it had been struck by a hammer.  The slender body of Benny's
younger brother was jerking about on the carpet as if being jolted by a
hundred-and-twenty volt line as the boy wanked on his irritated little boy
shaft so fast it should have ignited.  His hot breath blew across the two
pairs of contracted balls above his head and he inhaled the fragrance of
the hot ball sacks with deep breaths as his body was racked with his dry
orgasm.
     All six were stretched out on their backs in a daze of ecstasy as the
first of the boys returned, having wolfed down his food in his eagerness
for one last crack at the puppy before he had to go home.  He was soon
joined by a second and a third, and as the puppy slowly responded to his
name being called, Tiger knew that the others would not be far behind.
     One of the boys refilled his bowl with beer, and as the puppy drank
heartily from his bowl, the four Brewster brothers returned to the picnic.
Spotting the pastry table, they headed directly for it and began to stuff
themselves with the goodies.
     "Where did you leave my grandson?" asked the elderly man.
     "Ummph, he'vs aymmumph whpfff awrll doraa," mumbled Benny, his mouth
full of chocolate cake.
     "He's, ah, with the other boys, ah, having some exercise," offered
Brent as he eyed the lemon tarts topped with whipped cream.
     "Exercise, Jay?" the man asked with a look of incredulity.
     "Yeah, once we got him started, there was no stopping him," Brett said
with an impish grin.  "He's really having a ball."  Bobby sprayed the cream
puff he was eating across the floor as he snorted with laughter.
     "Well, then you boys are to be congratulated.  The boy didn't want to
come here at all.  Would rather have been at some wild party with his
buddies doping it up."
     "Oh, he's found something way better than drugs.  And he definitely is
having fun," said Brent.
     "Well, that is good to hear.  Have you boys had a fun time today too?"
     "Oh yeah, this is a super party," said Brent.
     "Oh yeah, the best," agreed Brett.
     "Totally awesome," added Benny.
     "Fuckin' right," said Bobby.  "Oops."
     The man laughed.  "Said sincerely," he chuckled.  "I like to see boys
who are honest, and who are full of piss and vinegar," he said with a
smile.
     "So that's what was in that punch to give it such a funny taste,"
Bobby said devilishly as he bit into his fourth butter tart, causing the
man to double over with laughter.
     "I hope the boys aren't bothering you, Mr. Cauldwell," came a familiar
voice behind the boys.
     "Huh, oh no, not at all," he chuckled.  "These your boys?"
     "Yes, they are."
     "A delight. A real delight . . .  ah," he said, looking at Barry's
name tag, "Barry."
     "Right.  Barry Brewster, Program Manager," Barry said with a smile.
     "Dad's full of piss and vinegar too," said Bobby, to his father's
shock.  The nine-year-old had no idea what that meant, but from the man's
comment it evidently was something good, so he wanted the guy to know his
father had it too.
     "Really?" the man said with a snort of surprise himself.
     "Oh yeah, he's the greatest," said Bobby.
     "Yeah, even though he works so hard at the office, he's always got
time for us," Brent said, putting his arm about his dad.
     "Yep, a real family man," agreed Brett.
     "But one who knows how to party too, if he's like his boys," the man
smiled.
     "Oh yeah, he's a party animal," said Benny.
     "Boys," their father finally managed to interject, his face beaming.
     "You got your own promo team here, Brewster."
     "Seems so."
     "Well, I think they are telling me the truth.  And speaking of truth,
I'm going to go find myself another Scotch.  Was a delight to meet your
family, Brewster."
     "That guy important, huh?" asked Benny as the man left.
     "Important?  He's the Chairman of the Board."
     "That important?"
     "The most important man here tonight."
     "Cool."
     "You boys have been making quite a hit here."
     "That good?"
     "It certainly is."
     "Cool."
     "I don't suppose any of you boys saw where Mister Stewart went?"
     "MISTER Stewart?" the four boys asked.  Several people looked over in
their direction.
     "Yes."
     "Ah, no, we don't know even who he is."
     "You were splashing around with him in the pool early this morning."
     "No, we was just splashing around with a guy called Gary."
     "That's who I mean.  Gary Stewart."
     "That's the old guy who's after the same job as you?"
     "Well, he's not old.  He's going to be forty-seven tomorrow.  Besides,
he looks half his age, not like your ol'dad.  Anyway he disappeared almost
as soon as we got here.  It's not like him not to be around.  He likes to
party, and right now it's especially important for him to be making sure
the important people see him say, how'd you know about the job?"
     "Hey dad, what is a third VP anyway?" asked Bobby.
     "Well, it's, the third vice-president," his father began.
     "That an important job?"
     "Yes.  A lot more responsibility."
     "And more pay?"
     "Yes."
     "Cool.  So if you get it we get more allowance?" asked Bobby.
     "Maybe, if I get it," his father said with a smile, having once again
been successfully distracted by his boys.
     "Hey, don't sweat it Dad, you're a sure-in to get it over that Stewart
guy," said Bobby.
     "Just how did you know Mr. Stewart and I were in the running for it
anyway?" Barry Brewster asked as the three brothers glared at their
youngest sibling for bringing the topic back after they'd distracted their
dad.
     "Um, ah, well, I think you told us," Bobby said.
     "No, I don't remember that."
     "Hey, dad, you should try these tarts," said Benny, offering him one,
knowing his father's weakness for sweets, like his boys.
     "Or these chocolate things," said Bobby as he put the Nanaimo bar on
his plate, knowing his dad could never turn down anything chocolate.
     "And these cream puffs, they're totally rad," added Brent putting one
on also.
     "Oh, yeah," agreed Brett.  "And you have to have one of these peanut
butter and chocolate squares."
     "Uhhmph, gumpmh," their father replied as he gestured them to stop,
his mouth full.
     An hour later the party began to break up.  The boys had slowly
reappeared at the picnic and were all walking about with huge grins.  One
of the biggest and most constant grins was on the face of
seventeen-year-old Jay.  Gary Stewart arrived, walking rather stiffly, as
if he had a severe sunburn.  He seemed to be in a daze.  It was almost nine
o'clock when Barry and Brenda packed up their four boys in the station
wagon and headed home.  Tucked away in the huge pocket of Benny's cargo
pants was the tape the boys had almost forgotten to retrieve from the cam
recorder.
     Exactly a week later, Barry Brewster came home with flowers for his
wife, new CD's for Brent and Brett, a new Nintendo game for Benny, a set of
Star Wars figures for Bobby, and a Robbins' German Chocolate Forest Cake
for the family.
     "Can we afford all this?" asked Brenda.
     "Sure can.  You're looking at the third VP of Wecare Pet Supplies
Limited."
     "Hey, way cool, dad," the boys said, giving him the high five.
     "What happened to Mr. Stewart?" Brenda Brewster asked.
     "Funny thing."
     "Yeah?" asked the boys.
     "Seems the Chairman of the Board has given him a special assignment."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah, his grandson is living with him this year.  Seems the boy is a
hopeless case when it comes to mathematics.  Gary's been given a newly
created position in the Promotion Department which involves a lot of
conferencing with the Chairman at his home, and which will allow him to
help tutor the boy while he's there."
     "Yeah?  Way cool," said Brett.
     "What's tutor mean?" asked Bobby.
     "It means to help him with his school work," explained his father.
"To help him learn how to do mathematics better."
     "Oh.  So, you mean he's going to help Jay bone up," said Bobby and the
four brothers exchanged glances and burst into hysteric giggling as they
helped themselves to a second round of cake and ice cream.