Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 03:17:02
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster New Year's Eve" (b/t, t/t, b/b)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two fourteen-year- olds, who enlist the reluctant help of three high school
students to teach a couple seven-year-old boys they are babysitting the
facts of life, Brewster style.  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 sites other than those described here.  This is the tenth of the
Brewster Boys Series.  Comments and New Year's Day wishes (gifts are cool
too) can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com
who suggests one of your New Year's resolutions be to always practice safe
sex.

                   A Brewster New Year's Eve

     "No shit," observed Tony Amatto, one of the seventeen-year-old boys
from the high school who hung around the junior high pushing drugs and
bragging about what a stud he was.
     "No shit," said Brent.
     The Itallian-American youth took a long drag of his cigarette and
exhaled slowly as he thought about the hot brunette he'd laid in the
basement of the Brewster household last Halloween night.  "What did she say
again?" he asked.
     "She said you were the best of all the guys who fucked her that night,
and we were to invite you over to our house New Year's Eve for the bang of
the millennium."
     "Fuck!  She really said that?" the teenager asked, unable to hide his
incredulity.  No girl had ever said that about him before, even those that
he'd drugged silly so he could get into their panties.
     "Yeah, scout's honour," said Brent.  He'd never been a scout in his
life, but the fourteen- year-old boy had some very erotic fantasies about
being one so he figured that had to count for something.
     "Wait a minute," Tony said slowly as he took a drag on his cigarette,
"how'd she know it was me?  I never gave her my name."
     "Well, that's easy," said Brett, the quickest thinking of the four
brothers.  Brent smiled at his twin gratefully.  The four brothers often
came to each other's rescue.  From the webs of deception the boys wove it
was essential.  "She said the guy was the handsomest of them all, with a
hairy chest and a man-size dick, and long slinky black hair that made him
look way sexy.  We immediately thought of you."
     "Yeah, that's me," said Tony, straightening up and sticking out his
chest as he glanced at his two buddies with a smug grin.
     "She said she wanted you to come too," said Brett, addressing one of
the other boys.
     "Me?" asked Eddie in surprise.
     "Yeah."
     "Well, that figures," the sixteen-year-old said, a smug look replacing
the one of shock as he tried to act cool.  "The way she went down on my
dick that night you could tell she knew a real man when she saw one."
     "Oh yeah," said Brent.  "You could tell who the men were that night."
He and his brother exchanged knowing smiles as they thought about the spell
of deception they had used that night.  It was all they could do to stop
from giggling.
     Eddie and Tony exchanged glances.  Eddie, Tony's closest buddy, was a
tall skinny boy with spiked dirty blond hair, an eyebrow ring, and acne.
He was always hitting on the junior high girls, the boys figuring probably
because he couldn't get any girls his age to go out with him.
     "She wants both of us, at the same time?" asked Tony.
     "Ah, yeah," Brent said, glancing over at his brother and twirling his
long, blond hair nervously.  The twins shifted from one foot to the other
uncomfortably.  Tony and Eddie were supposed to jump at the chance to meet
up with their cousin, not ask a bunch of questions.
     "Your cousin's one horny slut," Tony observed.
     "Yeah, right," the twins quickly agreed.
     "You should have seen her," Eddie said to the third boy.  "Stacked
like this."  The teenager grinned from ear to ear as he illustrated an
impossible breast size with his hands.  "And talk about hot!  I never seen
such a cock hungry bitch."
     "Say, what about me coming along?"
     The twins exchanged glances.  They were afraid something like that
might happen, but they'd been unable to get Tony and Eddie alone and time
was running out.
     "Sorry," said Brett, "but she asked specifically for Eddie and Tony
since she knows them."
     "Well, she could get to know me."
     "Hey, maybe another time, man," said Tony.  He was willing to share
her with Eddie since they'd already done her together, but she was too good
a find to share with others, especially others whom she might prefer to him
in the future.
     "Yeah," said Brent quickly.  "We can mention you.  She comes to visit
real regular."
     "Fair 'nough."
     "So, you'll come over?  Nine o'clock?" asked Brett.
     "Yeah, we'll come by and pick her up."
     "And lay her down," said Eddie and the three teenage boys snickered as
they exchanged leers.
     "Kay.  We'll see ya then," said Brent.
     Sighing with relief and high-fiving as soon as they were out of sight,
the two brothers headed down the mall in search of their younger brother
Benny.  They spotted him and their youngest brother, Bobby, talking to
their third victim, Mark Fording, the seventeen-year-old brother of Benny's
best buddy, Justin.  Ever since the four boys had seen the handsome, dark-
eyed teenager butt fucking his girl friend just over a year ago they had
been eager to get their hands on his huge cock.
     "That was some performance you gave at the Thanksgiving pageant,"
Benny was saying as the twins arrived.
     "Yeah, that was really something, just before your big final speech
too!"
     "What do you mean?" the boy asked as he narrowed his eyes.  Just over
a month had gone by without anyone mentioning anything about him so he had
figured what had happened to him had gone by unnoticed, especially since
there had been a lot of talk about some of the others.  He studied the
faces of the four Brewster brothers.  The four boys chummed around with his
kid brother quite often so he was well aware that they were usually up to
mischief of some sort.  That he didn't mind, as long as he was not the
object of their mischief, but he had a sinking feeling that his time had
come.
     "You know," Benny said with a wink as he nudged him in the ribs.
     "No, I don't."  That was not a total lie.  He had a good suspicion
they were talking about him having a boner during the performance of the
Thanksgiving pageant, a problem a number of boys had that evening, but he
could not be sure.  They could be referring to something even more
embarrassing, and something that had not happened to anyone else, at least
as far as he knew.  Just before his big speech, the last one of the
pageant, the five-foot-eleven, hundred-and-forty-five pound teenager had
creamed his pants in front of everyone.  He prayed that was not what the
boys were referring to and that they were up to something else.
     "Hey, how's it hanging?" asked Brett as he and his twin brother joined
their siblings.
     "Well, Mark's hanging now, not like during the Thanksgiving play,"
said twelve-year-old Benny with a chuckle.
     "Right," giggled Bobby as he purposefully stared at the boy's crotch.
     'Fuck,' thought Mark, the boys had at least seen that much
     "You were a way big star that night," Bobby giggled, placing the
emphasis on 'big', and his three brothers snickered.
     "Just what are you rug rats yakking about?" Mark bluffed.
     "About when our dad zoomed in with his video camera at the end of the
play and shot all the cast close up," Brent said, making a note of the
insulting term 'rug rats' and vowing to get even for that.
     "You really stand out, if you know what we mean," giggled Bobby, and
the boys snorted.
     "Course Justin told us you were really hung," observed Benny.
     "You're kidding."
     "No, he did."
     "I don't mean about Justin.  I mean about your dad and the camera."
     "Course a lot of guys had boners that night," said Brent.  "Guess you
know that."
     "Yeah, its not big deal," bluffed the seventeen-year-old grade twelve
student.  "When you're a stud muffin like me, it happens."  The boy was a
stud muffin, with a smooth, muscular body, blue-green eyes, and gelled
blond hair with dark shades.  He could have the pic of any girl he wanted,
and he knew it.  He was presently working on his eighth conquest, Amber, a
gorgeous brunette cheerleader.
     "Yeah, well, I guess, but there were only two of you stud muffins that
had, ah, well, creamy centres," Brent observed, causing his three brothers
to hang onto each other for support to stop from collapsing there in the
mall with laughter.
     Mark stared at him as his heart began to sink.  The little shit knew.
He also knew something Mark didn't two of them?
     "Cheryl must have really gotten you fuckin' hot to have cum in your
pants," commented Bobby.
     "Cum?" Mark asked weakly as his heart sank even further as he looked
at the four-foot- four, sixty-four pound youth.  When he'd been ten, he
hadn't known anything about cumming, and he certainly hadn't used that sort
of language.  With his hazel eyes, high cheek bones, and dark brown hair,
he was a good-looking boy, and would have the girls falling all over him in
a few years just like himself.
     "From that stain in your costume you must have shot a big one," added
Benny.
     "Mustta been something having to say your speech with your crotch all
sticky," observed Brent.
     "You can really tell, in the video picture."  It was more of an
observation than a question.
     "Well, you can if you look close."
     "Even easier to see if you take a still of it and blow it up."
     Bobby burst into hysterical laugher and had to lean on Benny to stop
from falling to the floor of the mall.
     "What's so funny?" Mark inquired.
     "Blow it up," he snorted.  "Get it?  Blow it?"
     You could barely understand him between the giggles.  Mark was not
amused.  "So.  What do you boys want?"
     "Want?  Whatcha mean?" asked Benny with wide-eyed innocence.  With his
wide, hazel eyes, pert little mouth, and fresh, pink complexion, he was the
image of angelhood, a four-foot- seven, eighty-four pound angel with high
cheek bones and dark brown spiked hair with blond highlights for the
season.
     "Why are you boys telling me this?" Mark asked, not falling for the
naive look.
     "Well, you know Tony Amatto and his friend Eddie."
     "Unfortunately."
     "Well, we heard you and them don't get along."
     "You heard right."
     "We got a plan to really fix them New Year's Eve."
     "Why do you want to 'fix' them?"
     "Why you don't like them?"
     Mark thought for a moment.  Shit, even these four rug rats had their
number.  "Okay, so there's a lot of reasons to dislike those two.  What's
this got to do with me?"
     "We figured you'd like to help us cuz you hate them, and besides, we
need someone who's a good actor.  We figured anyone who can deliver their
speech after just having cum in their pants has to be the best actor there
is."
     Mark thought about the boys' comments for a moment.  He did hate those
two losers, and he was a good actor.  "Keep talking," he said, trying not
to smile at the complement.
     Half an hour later the four boys headed home with wide happy grins on
their faces and sharing a cigarette Tony Amatto had given them.  They had
two more nights before New Year's Eve, and they could not wait.
     "I was talking to Mrs. Hurd at the market today," observed their
mother over supper that evening.
     "Yeah?" said the four boys, their ears immediately perking up and
their pieces of pizza pausing in midair.  Normally they would have kept on
chowing down and shown only a courtesy interest, not because of their
mother, but because adults rarely said anything of interest to the two
boys, especially parents.  Brenda Brewster knew that and had no idea why
they were suddenly interested, but she wasn't going to question the rare
opportunity to have their attention.
     "She and her husband are taking Scott on a special New Year's outing.
Seems like that Thanksgiving play really stressed the poor boy out.  They
say he hasn't been the same since."
     "Oh?" chorused the four brothers, leaning forward with their ears wide
open and their eyes glued on their mother.  Scott Hurd wasn't the same in
several ways, and they were responsible for every one of them, beginning
with the loss of his cherry.
     "Performing on stage was too much for him?" asked their father.
     "No, that doesn't seem to be it."
     "Being caught in his costume all evening?" asked Brent hopefully.
     "No, not exactly, though that was part of it."
     "Yeah?  And the rest?" the four brothers asked as they held their
breath and crossed their fingers under the table.
     "Well," said their mother as the boys fidgeted nervously and began to
think up alibis and counter accusations.  "It seems what really upset him
that evening. . . ."
     "Yes?" the four boys almost shouted.
     "Was missing out on the Thanksgiving feast."
     "Fu-, fu-, for goodness sake!" Bobby burst out.
     "Oh yeah," sighed his three brothers.
     "Well, I can understand that," Barry Brewster observed.  "A boy the
size of Scott must love to eat."
     "His parents are taking him to some sort of all you can eat New Year's
Eve dinner theatre."
     "All you can eat?" asked Bobby.  "Scott's gonna really pig out!"
     "The poor restaurant.  Somebody should phone and warn them," observed
Brent, and the four brothers laughed.  Even their mom and dad had to smile
with the comment.
     "Bet he'll be so busy eating he won't even notice there's a play going
on."
     "Him and his brother Carson."
     "Carson doesn't want to go."
     "To an all you can eat meal?  He sick or something?" asked Bobby.
     "I think the poor boy is being teased about being so, well, you know,"
said Brenda.
     "Fat," filled in Bobby.
     "Now Bobby, that's just it, the poor boy's embarrassed by all his
little classmates calling him that."
     "Compared to Carson all his classmates are little," observed Bobby and
he and his three brothers chortled as they high-fived.
     "Well, not everyone is as lucky as you four boys."
     "Yeah, we are in good shape," observed Brett, who like his twin, had
been spending a lot of time in front of the mirror examining his body and
flexing his muscles lately.  The two boys had turned fourteen at the
beginning of the month and had begun checking their pits daily for the
first sign of hair, right after measuring their morning woods to see if
they'd grown any during the night.
     "That's from doing lots of pushups," observed Brent, jerking his hips.
     "And breathing exercises.  Suck in and breath out, suck in and breath
out," added Benny, demonstrating as he spoke.
     "And wrist exercises," contributed Bobby.
     "Wrist exercises?" asked his brothers and parents.
     "Yeah, you know, that exercise Dad does when he's alone."
     "He does?" asked Barry's three sons as they looked first at Bobby, and
then at their father.
     "Ah . . .  ," he responded as he looked at his youngest son in
surprise.  There could be no way he knew how his father satisfied his needs
when his wife was not home, or during that time of month.
     "You know, at the office."
     Barry's hazel eyes widened.  Now there was definitely no way the boy
knew that well, unless he'd secretly installed one of those computer
cameras.  Barry blanched.  The boy was smart enough.
     "You know," Bobby said, growing irritated and trying to think of the
word so hard he had no idea what his brothers and father were thinking.
"That iso whatever."
     "Oh that," said his three brothers and his father, the first with
disappointment and the latter with a sigh of relief.
     "Isometrics," Barry Brewster observed.
     "Yeah," said Bobby, giving everyone a bewildered look.
     Benny made a jerking motion with his fist under the table and his
ten-year-old brother's face suddenly brightened with understanding.  He
began to giggle so hard he could barely sit in his chair.
     "Maybe what Carson needs is some exercise," said Barry, shifting
uncomfortably as he tried to steer the conversation away from Bobby's
comment.  He had no idea what the exchange had just been between Bobby and
Benny, but he was too preoccupied with other thoughts to reprimand them.
They were much too young to have picked up on the double meaning of 'wrist
exercise', but the twins, on the other hand, were a different matter.  He
remembered turning fourteen.  Or was he thirteen when he'd discovered that
pleasure?  Now forty-three, that seemed a long time ago.
     "Well, they didn't know what they were going to do with him,"
continued Brenda, totally at a loss what the conversation had been about.
"That's when I came up with my idea."
     "And that was?" Barry asked, grateful to have the conversation head
any direction except the direction his ten-year-old son had been headed.
     "I mentioned that our boys were going to babysit Charles Elwood on New
Year's Eve."
     "So?"
     "So I suggested the Hurds bring Carson over too."
     "Oh fu- fu- for goodness sake," said Bobby.
     "But he can't ," began Benny.
     "Great idea," interrupted Brent.  He didn't believe that for one
moment, but he could tell the decision had already been made so he might as
well make a Brownie point.
  A guy never knew when he might need it.
     "Yeah?" asked his three brothers as they looked at him in surprise.
     "Well, I'm glad you all agree," said their mother with a wide grin,
assuming the 'yeah's' by the three brothers were an indication of
agreement.
     "Now that's settled, has everyone decided on their New Year's
resolutions?  You only have two more days you know," observed Barry.
     "What's yours going to be, Dad?"
     "This year I'm definitely going to quit smoking.  It's a very bad
habit."
     "I'm proud of you honey.  I know how hard that is going to be for
you."
     Brett grinned at his brothers with a sparkle in his blue eyes and
mouthed behind his hand, "it's always hard for Dad."  His brothers
snickered.
     "Brett," warned his dad.
     "I'm going to stop whispering at the supper table," he said quickly,
pretending his father was asking for his resolution.
     "Now that is going to be hard," said his father.
     The four brothers glanced at each other, and from the twinkle in their
eyes and poorly suppressed snickers, you could tell they were all thinking
the same thing.
     "Well, I'm going to cut down on sweets and deserts," said Brenda.
"I'm gaining much too much weight."
     'Unh oh,' mouthed Benny with wide-eyed shock.  'Maybe Mom's preggers,'
he whispered behind his hand and his brothers giggled.
     "Benny."
     "Ah, well, ah," said Benny, quickly glancing at his dad and from his
unusually stern look afraid he might have been heard.  "I, ah, well," he
stammered, getting more and more flustered as his three brothers
practically fell off their chairs with the giggles.  "For my resolution I'm
also going to quit sm-, sm-, ah-, fu-, arggh," he groaned, shaking his head
in exasperation.
     "Smiling," suggested Brett.
     "Smacking your lips," offered Brent.
     "Smooching," contributed Bobby.
     "Smooching?" asked Brenda and Barry.
     "I couldn't think of anything else," Bobby said with a shrug as all
five stared at him.
     "Well, I resolve to help Mom with her resolution by eating all her
candies and deserts," said Brent
     "You can't resolve that," objected Benny.  "You got to resolve to do
something yourself."
     "I am, I'm going to keep up my energy by eating Mom's candy."
     "That's not a resolution."
     "Yeah, tell him, Dad."
     "Actually, I think I'll resolve to help Brent with his resolution,"
said their sweets-loving father.
     "Oh sure," his sons all laughed.
     "What about you, Bobby?" Barry asked.
     Still giggling over his father's comment, Bobby replied without
thinking, "I'm going to stop swea, swea, swsss."  He glanced at his three
brothers desperately.
     "Sweating?" asked Benny.
     "Swimming?" suggested Brent.
     "Swatting?" asked Brett.
     "Swahili dancing?" asked their father.
     "Yeah, that's it."
     "Swahili dancing?" Barry repeated in surprise.
     "Sure.  That's one resolution I bet I can keep," Bobby said with a
grin, and his brothers and parents laughed.
     "It'd be the first," said Benny.
     "Remember last year, when you said you'd get an "A" in every subject."
     "I can't help it if Mrs. Ferguson had a resolution to never give me an
A."
     "Oh yeah, I'm sure she made a resolution just about you," Benny
snorted.
     Actually, the boys didn't know it, but at one time or another every
one of their teachers had either made a resolution or offered up a prayer
for help regarding whichever Brewster they were teaching at the time.
     "Speaking of A's, have you boys written your thank you letters for the
Christmas gifts you received this year?"
     "Oh sh- sh- shoot, I forgot," said Bobby.
     "Stuttering!" shouted Benny.  "You should resolve to stop st- st- st-
stuttering."
     "Uh-, uh-, uh, up yours," Bobby mouthed behind his hand.
     "I think Aunt Martha should get an extra special thank you from you
boys," their father said with a grin.
     "Oh sure," they groaned.
     "Now be nice," said their mother.  "My sister meant well."
     "Maybe we should take a picture of the boys wearing her gift and send
it to her."
     "Da-ad," the boys groaned as he grinned from ear to ear mischievously.
     "Barry," cautioned his wife.
     "Maybe we could start one of those family web sites and post it on the
net," their father continued with an impish grin.
     "Dad!!!!"
     "Honey, I think that's enough teasing," replied their mother.  "Aunt
Martha just heard Pokemon was a big rage and thought you boys would be into
it."
     "Yeah, really into it," chortled their father, laughing so hard tears
were forming in his eyes.
     "Well, there won't be any pictures, but you will have to wear them.
We won't have Aunt Martha wasting her money, and we aren't going to waste
perfectly good clothes."
     "But underwear with Pokemon characters?  Mom!!!!"
     "Wish I could be there in gym class when you boys change," Barry
chuckled as he looked at his sons.
     "Can we be excused?" the four boys asked.
     "In a hurry to write that thank you letter?" Barry asked.  The boys
rolled their eyes.  "You're excused," he said with a grin.
     Heading straight to their room, the boys flopped down on their beds
with long faces.
     "What the fucking shit we going to do?" asked Bobby.
     "Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not wearing no
little kiddy underwear to school," observed Brett.
     "I didn't mean about the underwear," said Bobby.
     "If you mean New Year's resolutions, I think you should really try to
stop swearing," suggested Benny.  "You're going to do it in front of Mom or
Dad one of these times."
     "Yeah, well I think you should really try to stop smoking."
     "You two are such total morons.  What were you thinking blurting those
ideas out at the supper table?" asked Brent.
     "I was thinking you should resolve to kiss my ass," said Bobby, making
a face at his older brother.
     "You should resolve to stop picking your nose," retorted Brent.
     "Oh yeah, well you should resolve to keep your finger out of your
butt."
     "I think Benny should resolve to stop playing pocket pool," offered
Brett, not wanting his younger brother to feel left out.
     "The day you two resolve to stop sniffing each other's butt," Benny
rejoined.
     "Kiss mine."
     "Well, Brent and I are going to stop doing those, ah, you know, those,
ah, wrist exercises," Brett said with a wide grin as he studied his kid
brother.
     "Fuck, you see the look on Dad's face?" giggled Benny, and the four
boys rolled on the floor with laughter until their sides ached.
     "Guys," Brent said, "Forget the resolutions.  We got an important
problem.  What are we going to do about Carson?"
     "Yeah, that's what the fuck I was asking in the first place," Bobby
said.
     "Carson coming here is going to spoil everything," groaned Benny
     "Maybe we can find some way to keep him occupied so we still go ahead
with our plans for Chucky," suggested Brett.
     "Maybe," agreed Brent.  "That could be easy actually.  We just need to
rent him a video of something he likes and give him a few bags of our
Halloween candy."
     The boys had received so much candy that night, they still had not
eaten it all.
     "That won't work," said Benny.  "You heard what Mom said.  He don't
wanna become a fat slob like his brother."
     "Fuck," said Bobby.  "When Mom had started to talk about talking to
Mrs. Hurd I thought for sure Scott had ratted on us."
     "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers.
     "Wonder why he hasn't."
     "You gonna tell anyone you were trussed up like a turkey and got your
ass fucked good?"  asked Brett, the logical thinker of the four boys.
     "Good point," observed Benny.
     "Course, I'm not just the brother with the best looks."
     "Course not.  You're also the one with the smallest dick," replied
Bobby.
     The three boys high-fived as Brett stuck his tongue out at them.
     "Speaking of dicks, I can't wait to see Mark's again."
     "Oh fuck yeah.  I can still remember the first time we seen it that
night over at Justin's when he fucked the ass off his girlfriend."
     "Yeah, that was the first time I knew guys fucked that hole in a
girl," said Bobby.
     "First time I ever knew there was another meaning for 'period',"
observed Benny.
     "I couldn't stop laughing every time Mrs. Ferguson said that in
grammar lessons," giggled Bobby.
     "Well, I think instead of period, they should have called when that
happens an exclamation mark," observed Benny.
     The four boys laughed.
     "And they should call having the shits a colon," suggested Brent and
the boys rolled on the floor again in merriment.
     "Boys!" called their father.
     "So guys, lets go over our plan again," suggested Brent in a whisper.
     "But what about Carson?" persisted Bobby.
     "Well," said Brett with an evil grin, "If he really wants to lose
weight, I think we could show him some way cool exercises that would not
just help him reduce weight but make him feel real good besides."
     "Oh yeah," grinned his brothers, their eyes sparkling.
     "Actually," said Bobby, "that could be fucking hot."
     The four boys gathered together in a circle, but this time not for a
jerk not until later anyway.  They had serious planning to do.  They were
so serious, when they were finished their planning they even decided to
make some sincere New Year's resolutions.  Actually, that had become a
tradition of the boys, and of course, done with typical Brewster flair and
good intentions.  The boys pulled down their flies and stood in a circle in
the middle of their bedroom.
     "Everyone ready?" asked Brent.  His brothers all nodded.  "Remember,
these have to be real resolutions.  Resolutions that will improve us."
     "You gonna resolve to get plastic surgery done on your face?" Benny
asked with mock surprise.
     "I'm gonna resolve to get surgery done on your nuts," retorted Brent.
     "Cool," observed Bobby.  "Can I have them?"
     "It would be an improvement over your little marbles," joked Brett.
     "How'd you like my marbles in your mouth?"
     "If we hurry up with these resolutions, you're on."
     "Then I resolve on the Brewster balls to destroy the secret pictures
I've taken all last year so I can't blackmail nobody no more," announced
Bobby as he suddenly reached over and slipped his hand in Brent's fly.
     His brothers stared at him in surprise.  Now that was being serious!
     "Okay," said Benny as he reached over and slipped his hand in Bobby's
fly, "I resolve on the Brewster balls to never again humiliate my
classmates like I did on Thanksgiving."
     "And I resolve on the Brewster balls not to seek revenge on the dumb
jocks who keep teasing us about looking like girls even though the stupid
dickheads deserve it," said Brent as he reached over and took Brett's balls
in his hand.  With their long, blond hair extending down to their nipples,
deep blue eyes, smooth complexion and fine features, the slim five-foot
twins were often teased about looking like girls.
     "Then, I, ah," stumbled Brett, taken totally by surprise.  He'd been
planning on resolving on doing his own homework or putting some of his
allowance in the bank instead of spending it the moment he got it or
something similar.  He hadn't considered resolving anything like his
brothers had.  "I resolve on the Brewster balls," he began as he
desperately tried to think of something equal as he reached for Benny's
balls, "to destroy the book of wizard spells so we can't trick anyone no
more like we did on Halloween."  He slipped his hand inside Benny's fly and
cupped his warm, hairless nuts, completing the circle.  That done, and
their hands already in position, the four boys did what only was natural
under the circumstances.
     Seven o'clock Friday night Charles Elwood, their next door neighbour,
arrived.  The seven-year-old had been so eager to spend the evening with
his heros he hadn't slept a wink the night before.  He had always wanted to
be like the four boys, especially Bobby, and after they had gotten him a
great part in the Thanksgiving play as their servant boy, he literally
worshipped them.  The youngster had put on his new Gap cargo pants and his
cool red, black and white Tommy Helfiger shirt, two presents he'd
specifically asked Santa for because that was what his heros were wearing
lately.
     "Hey, looking real sharp tonight, Chucky," observed Brent.
     Charles's heart felt like it was going to burst, especially when he
saw Bobby and Benny were wearing their cargo pants also.  As he followed
the boys to their room, he tried to imitate their walk, which was a cross
between a swagger and a strut.
     "You can put your pack over there by my dresser," said Bobby.
     His backpack, in the shape of Winnie the Pooh and a gift from his
grandparents a year ago, was one of his favourite possessions and doubled
as a school bag and an overnight bag.  As he put it down, he could not help
but notice the new Pokemon underwear still in their plastic in the open
drawer.  The seven-year-old was practically giddy with joy.  He knew that
was not their usual underwear, and he knew that they knew he wore Pokemon
pajamas from babysitting him.  Could he dare hope they have boughten them
because they thought his pajamas were cool?  That would be so awesome!
     The young boy's joy was suddenly dashed when he found out he was not
going to be the only one spending this extra special evening with the
Brewster brothers.  He did not have anything against his fellow grade two
classmate, he just didn't want to share his heros with anyone, and
especially on this night.  The four boys knew how the seven-year-old
neighbour idolized them, and they could not help but notice the
disappointment in his big brown eyes.
     "We're gonna need your help tonight, Chucky," said Brent as he sat
down on his bed and Brett jumped up on the top bunk.
     "You are?" the young boy asked in surprise.
     "Yep.  We got some real special things planned just for you tonight."
     "You do?" the boy asked, his big brown eyes growing even wider.  His
light honey-brown hair, cut in the same style as Bobby's, stuck up at the
back of his head.
     "So we're gonna need your help convincing Carson that what we're gonna
do is cool."
     "Heck," the boy said with a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his
head, "everything you do is cool."
     "Damn," said Bobby.  "We were supposed to help you with your
vocabulary.  Cool guys say 'hell', not 'heck', okay?"
     Charles nodded so eagerly his fine, soft hair bounced.
     "So, we can count on you, right Chucky?" Bobby asked as he stepped up
to him and put his arm around his shoulders with a smile.
     "Hell yeah," Charles replied, his grin so wide you could see every one
of his square white baby teeth.  As impossible as it sounds, when he and
the four brothers high-fived the grin grew even wider.
     Carson's parents dropped him off fifteen minutes later.  Like Charles,
he was wearing new Christmas gifts too, a colourful red and green sweater
and baggy black jeans.  He glanced around the room uncomfortably.
     "You can put your bag over by Chucky's," suggested Brent.
     He put his duffel bag by the dresser and sat down beside Charles with
a self-conscious smile.  Although the Brewster brothers had never teased
him or picked on him like a lot of other kids did, he'd heard that they
were pretty wild and it was comforting to see a familiar face, even though
he and Charles weren't buddies or anything like that.  Actually, Carson was
quiet and shy and most kids were afraid of his asshole bully brother, so he
didn't have any really close friends.  The six boys sat there awkwardly and
silently.  At seven thirty Barry and Brenda Brewster announced they were
leaving.
     "So, when are you going to be coming home again?"
     "Very late," said their father.
     "After the midnight buffet."
     "Probably not until two or even a bit later.  After all, we won't be
here for the next millennium party."
     "You boys are going to be all right looking after Charles and Carson
by yourselves?"  asked Brenda Brewster.  "Maybe I shouldn't have offered to
have Carson stay over too."
     "Hey, no prob Mom," assured Brent.
     "Maybe we shouldn't go out," she said, glancing at her husband.
     "Oh fu- fu- for goodness sake no," said Bobby.  "Go have fun."
     "Yeah, we'll be fine," chorused his three brothers.
     "All right.  You boys be good."
     "We will," the four promised with huge, angelic grins.
     Brent watched out the window as the station wagon pulled out of the
driveway and headed down the street.  "Okay, you guys," he said as he
turned around.  "You want to have some real hot fun tonight?"
     "Heck yeah," said Charles eagerly in blind faith.
     "Heck?" asked Bobby.
     "Hell yeah," said Charles with a grin.  He glanced at Carson out of
the corner of his eye and Carson smiled ever so slightly.
     Carson wasn't sure, but this could be an all right night.  "What sort
of fun?" he asked cautiously.
     "Stuff big boys do," said Brent.
     "Learning you some stuff I bet even your brother Scott doesn't know,"
contributed Brett.
     "Learning?  Like in school?" asked Carson apprehensively.  He was no
dummy, but he was not that bright in school either.  Besides, they were on
holiday.  You didn't learn stuff when you were on holiday.
     "Not like in school," said Bobby.  "Learnin' way funner stuff."
     "Stuff that'll make you feel good," Benny said encouragingly, glancing
at Charles and nodding toward Carson.
     "That'd be way cool," said Charles, getting the hint.  He didn't know
what the brothers were talking about, but if they said it would be fun,
then he knew whatever it was he'd like it.
     "This is grown-up stuff, so it's gotta be our secret," cautioned
Brett.
     "Yeah?" asked Charles, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with the
prospect of doing something forbidden.  Even Carson's ears perked up.
     "Yeah.  That okay?  Doing something you gotta keep a secret from your
parents?"
     "Heck yeah," said Charles.
     "Heck?" asked Bobby.
     "Ooops, I mean hell yeah," said Charles with a grin.  He and Bobby
high-fived.
     "You okay with this, Carson?"
     "Sure," he said with a shrug.
     "Okay, first we got to get comfortable," said Brent.
     "How we do that?" Charles asked.
     "We strip down to our underwear," Bobby said with a grin.
     Chucky giggled.  Carson frowned.
     "What's wrong, Carson?"
     "I don't like taking my clothes off in front of other people."
     "Yeah, when we went swimming in school Carson was always the last one
to change into his suit, and the only one who wore a T-shirt."
     "I just don't like people staring at my body, okay?" Carson said
defensively as his eyes began to narrow.
     "I bet that's a problem," said Brett, quickly thinking on his feet.
"I can see why guys would stare at your body."
     The look on Carson's face wavered between anger and hurt.
     "I bet you got an awesome chest," Brett continued.
     "And arms," added Brent, seeing what his twin was trying to do.
     "Bet you got real strong legs," said Bobby.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Benny.  "Bet a lot of kids envy you."
     "Envy me?" chubby Carson said.  That was a new concept for him.  He
found it quite pleasing.
     "Sure, that's why kids stare at your body, right Chucky?" Brent asked.
     Charles looked at him uncertainly.  That was not the reason why
everyone stared at Carson.  They stared because he was the fattest kid
anyone had ever seen.
     "Yeah, you know about that, don't ya, Chucky," urged Bobby.  "You're
like me.  Us cute guys are used to having people stare at us."
     "Yeah," Charles grinned.  At four feet and fifty pounds, and with his
honey-blond hair and big brown eyes, it wasn't the first time the
seven-year-old had been told he was cute.  It was the first time his hero
had said so though.  If the evening continued like it had started he was
going to have a very sore jaw in the morning.
     "Trust us, Carson," urged Brent.
     "Yeah," said Bobby in support.
     "You can trust them," said Charles.  "They know some way awesome
stuff."  He thought back to the night they had babysat him and they had
caught the Boogeyman.  Now that had been awesome.
     "Well, okay," replied Carson.
     Nobody had ever suggested he had a body to be envied before.  Anyone
who could suggest that had to be trustworthy.  As the boys began to
unbutton their shirts, he drew his new sweater off over his head.  He moved
slowly, watching the others and trying not to be obvious.  The twins wasted
no time and just dropped their clothes where they were standing.  At five
feet tall and a hundred-and-one pounds, the two teenagers were at that
stage where they had lost the soft contours of pre-teenagers, but had not
yet developed the muscular definition of older teens.  Besides, they had
inherited their mother's fine bones, giving them a more delicate
appearance.  For this evening the twins had chosen to wear their boxer
briefs, Brent his black, cotton knit Calvin Kleins and Brett his grey,
ribbed Marky Marks.
     Benny slowly pushed down his cargo pants, revealing a pair of Navy
blue polyester-cotton briefs with a white waist band, and Bobby quickly
followed.  For this night the ten-year-old had chosen a pair of
tighty-whities, Stanfield regular rise briefs with a double panel fly front
and support pouch, just like his dad often wore.  Charles hadn't thought
about choosing underwear.  In fact he was wearing just what his mom picked
out for him that morning, a plain pair of no- brand white cotton briefs.
Last to drop his pants was Carson, revealing a pair of loose fitting Nevada
navy/green plaid cotton boxers.  Despite the earlier comments by the boys,
he kept on his short-sleeved T-shirt.  He and Charles sat there
self-consciously, but the four Brewster brothers seemed to be accustomed to
going around in just their underwear.
     The door bell rang at exactly eight-forty-five and Brent went to
answer it.  Mark Fording was standing there dressed smartly in a white
shirt, dark blue suit and bright red and green striped tie.
     "Starting the party early?" he asked with a large grin at the sight of
Brent standing there in the doorway in his underwear.
     "Just getting everyone comfortable," Brent replied with a twinkle in
his eye.
     When the fourteen-year-old took the older teen downstairs, he was not
overly surprised to see the rest of the boys already stripped down to their
underwear too.  Despite their evident eagerness and his desire to teach
Tony and his buddy a lesson, Mark was still uncomfortable with the plan,
and as they waited for their two victims he debated for the last time if he
shouldn't really back out.  At nine o'clock the door bell rang again and he
had run out of time.  Once again Brent went to answer it.
     "Hey, what's with the fuckin' gaunches, squirt?" asked Tony with a
snort.
     "Just being comfortable," replied Brent.  "That's what we Brewsters do
in the evening."
     "Oh yeah?  Your cousin too?" asked Tony with a leer as he glanced over
at Eddie.
     "Course," said Brent with a suggestive grin as he looked at the two
teens.
     The two boys did not look their typical selves.  In anticipation of
some hot sex, they had showered, shampooed, and put on clean jeans and
shirts.  With his natural dark looks and his long, black hair washed and
combed, Tony was not that bad looking.  Even Eddie with his gangly arms and
legs and acne was decent looking when he was clean, sort of an innocent
farm-boy look.
     "Cool aftershave," Brent observed.  Both boys smelled faintly of
marijuana, smoked on the way over to bolster their courage.  The two boys
took his sarcasm for innocence.
     "So, like, where is your cousin?"
     "Follow me."
     Brent lead them to the guest bedroom in the basement.  The two drug
pushers rubbed their sweaty palms on their jeans in nervous anticipation as
they recalled the last time they'd been shown to that room.  At that time
they'd had no idea what they were going to be getting into.  This time they
did, or more appropriately, thought they did, and their hearts were racing
in anticipation, and apprehension.  Opening the door, Brent motioned for
them to enter ahead of him.  The sight of Brent's three brothers and two
seven-year-olds sitting there in their underwear, and Mark Fording standing
in the middle of them in a suit was not what the two horny teens had
expected.
     "What the hell is this?" asked Tony.
     "Yeah, what's going on?"
     "You'll find out soon enough," replied Brent as he closed the door
behind him.
     "Don't play smart with me you little snotnose," snapped Tony.  "What
the fuckin' hell sort of stunt is this?"
     "I'd be careful what I'd say," warned Mark.
     "Oh yeah?  Then you tell me what the hell this is.  You having a New
Year's party with your little playmates?"
     "I think you really should watch your tongue," Mark replied calmly,
his doubts quickly disappearing.  The asshole was making this easy for him
to go along with the boys' plan.
     "Oh yeah, well your tongue can watch this," said Tony with a smirk as
he jerked his thumb at his crotch.
     "Yeah, and when you're done, your tongue can watch my butt," joined in
Eddie.
     "So, the boys were right.  You two really are fags," commented Mark,
not believing how the freaks had given him the perfect opening.
     "Hey, man, now you watch your fuckin' tongue!"
     "You better take that back."
     "I think Mark's talking about this," said Bobby, having taken two
Polaroids out of his desk during the exchange.  He handed them to the two
boys.
     They stared at the two pictures in disbelief.  "What the fuck sort of
joke is this?"
     "No joke," said Brett.  "That's pictures we took of you with our
cousin Halloween night."
     "No fuckin' way.  We were with a girl that night."
     "Yeah. And she was all girl," added Eddie.
     "So you two were bragging for a month after," observed Mark.
     "What?  You think I don't know a girl when I'm fucking her?"
     "You two are usually so doped up I doubt if half the time you even
know if you're fucking a human."
     The four Brewsters giggled and several pictures and ideas for the
future flashed through their minds.  Carson and Charles sat there bugeyed
and pointy eared with the cursing and nature of the conversation.
     "So that was why you were chasing that dog in the parking lot the
other day," said Bobby with a wide grin after a moment and the four
brothers snickered as they high-fived.
     "Very funny, squirt.  I'm telling you that was a woman we had down
here on Halloween."
     "Right," agreed Eddie.
     "That's not what those two pictures say," accused Mark.
     "Yeah, you can see our cousin is no girl," Brent pointed out.
     "You were both certainly close enough to know that!" giggled Benny.
     "That's for fuckin' sure," added Bobby, his hazel eyes sparkling.
"You'd have to be blind not to notice our cousin has a dick."
     Charles and Carson watched in wide eyed and slack-jawed attention.
     "No way," objected Tony as he shook his head.  "These are faked."
     "Oh yeah," sneered Mark.  "As if these boys have the skills and
equipment to fake pictures that well.  Com'on, the evidence is there."
     "What fuckin' evidence?"
     "Yeah?  No way are these real."
     "That is you two in those pictures."
     "They look like us, but ."
     "Oh, imposters now, huh?  Com'on, nobody can look like you two, not on
purpose," he insulted, his anger growing by the second.  First the two
jerks had screwed and told, something a guy doesn't do if he respects the
girl, and now that they were caught in their lie, they were too cowardly to
admit the truth.  "You both have been bragging for the last two months
about how you did the boys' cousin together.  This is a picture of the two
of you having sex together, and it is in this room."
     "Well, yeah, but ."
     "The problem is you didn't know the boys had taken pictures and it
would be found out that instead of a big boobed brunette like you've been
claiming, it's some dude with a goatee and moustache."
     The two bewildered boys looked at each other helplessly.
     "Shit," continued Mark.  "You must have been really doped up not to
know it was a guy you were messing with that night."
     "No way.  We weren't smoking that night," observed Tony.
     "Yeah.  We had to look after Tony's kid brother."
     "Well, if you weren't so high you didn't know you were making out with
a guy, then you must have known you were doing it with him."
     Tony and Eddie looked at each other again even more helplessly.  They
were not fast thinkers at the best of times, and this was not the best of
times.  They looked back at Mark, and then at the six boys in their
underwear.  "Soooo," Tony said slowly.  "What is going on here?"
     "The boys are looking after these two youngsters tonight," Mark began.
"And they figured it would be a great opportunity to explain to them about
guys who like guys, and since they know I'm an authority on sex, they asked
me if I'd help them out. We figured you two boys would be ideal models to
demonstrate guy-guy sex for us, and from the look of these pictures, we
were right."
     "Fuck you."
     "In your dreams," said Mark with a smile, knowing he was in control
here.
     "So why you doing this?  You a boy lover or something?"
     "Better than pushing drugs on little kids."
     "That's a matter of opinion.  Besides, I told ya, I wasn't pushing
them on your kid brother."
     "That's not what he said."
     "I explained what happened.  It was a misunderstanding."
     "And I told you what would happen if I ever caught you trying to sell
him drugs again."
     "And we haven't, have we Eddie?"
     "Right.  No way," Eddie replied, shaking his head vigorously.
     "I also told ya if you keep pushing drugs on little kids some day
you're going to pay for it.  Well," the seventeen-year-old said with a
grin, "this is the day."
     "Com'on Eddie, we're out of here."
     "You better listen to what we have to say," warned Brett.
     "Oh?  You have something to say too?" Tony asked sarcastically.
     "You'd better listen," warned Mark.
     "Listen to what?"
     "You do what we say, and you get these pictures," said Brett.  "You
don't, then Chucky and Carson will show these around the playground when
they go back to school."
     The two seven-year-olds had not yet seen the pictures, but from the
conversation, they were eager to do so.
     Tony studied Brent for a moment.  He'd heard plenty of stories about
the Brewsters, most of them contradictory, but from the look in the
fourteen-year-old's eyes, he believed he would do what he said.  "And what
exactly do you expect us to do?"
     "That's where I come in," said Mark with a grin.  "I'll be giving the
directions."
     "Which are?"
     "Well, you can begin by demonstrating for the boys how two guys kiss
each other," Mark said with a grin.  Charles and Carson glanced at each
other and their eyes opened still wider.
     "We'll pay for the pictures.  Or make a swap.  We can get our hands on
some quality grass.  Or even heavier stuff."
     "I don't do drugs, and nor do these boys. There is only one way you'll
get these pictures."
     The two pushers looked at the photos and then at each other.  "This is
blackmail."
     "Yeah."
     "We get the pictures before we do anything," Tony said, figuring once
they got a hold of the pictures there was nothing the boys could do.
     "Sure," agreed Brent to their surprise.  "You get the first set.  Then
after you do everything we say, you get the second set."
     "What the fuck you mean the second set?"
     "These aren't the only two pictures we took."
     "Times wasting," urged Mark.  "Make up your mind."
     "We got no choice do we?"
     "First smart thing you've said all evening."
     "All right," Tony agreed, gritting his teeth as he fought the
temptation to reply to Mark's smug comment.  "Give us the pictures."
     Brent handed them over.
     "All right.  Everyone one get comfy," began Mark. The boys sat on the
carpet, forming a circle around the three older teens.  "Now," began their
teacher for the evening, "the first step in having sex is called petting.
That's to get each other in the mood.  Understand?"
     Charles and Benny glanced at each other and shook their head.
     "Okay.  Let's put it this way.  The first thing a couple does is kiss
and hug."
     "Oh yeah," blurted out Charles.  "My sister and her boyfriends do that
all the time."
     "Right," smiled Mark as he thought about Charles's sexy sister. The
word was that nobody had yet cracked her cherry, though it was not for lack
of trying by at least half the boys at the high school.  "Well, two guys
can do the same thing."  He looked over at Tony and Eddie.  "Go ahead, show
us what it is like to kiss."
     Tony and Eddie glared at Mark and then glanced at each other.  They
reluctantly turned to each other and held out their arms.  The four boys
giggled as after a few false starts their lips met for a split-second kiss.
     "Com'on, you can do better than that," urged Mark.  "Kiss like you
really mean it."
     "Fuck you."
     "You know, if you keep arguing, we'll just say forget it and show
these pictures to every kid that you sell drugs to.  I don't need this."
     The two boys kissed, this time more meaningfully even though they were
seething inside.  They both began to turn red as they heard the boys
giggle.
     "Now remove each other's shirts and caress each other's chests."
     Tony had a broad chest and an impressive mat of hair for seventeen.
Eddie's chest, on the other hand, was smooth and skinny.  The boys began to
run their fingers over each other's pecs, clearly feeling awkward and
clearly steaming with anger.
     "Suck on Eddie's nips, just like you would with a girl."
     Tony glanced at Mark and as Mark raised an eyebrow, he reluctantly
bowed his head and slipped his lips over Eddie's teat.  Eddie's body could
not help but respond to the hot, moist mouth, to his surprise and
mortification, and to everyone else's amusement, everybody except Tony of
course.
     "Come up and see how hard Eddie's teat is."
     Charles readily got up and approached the teenager to the cheers of
his mentors.  Carson got to his feet a bit more slowly, and grinned as the
Brewster brothers cheered him on too.  Standing there in his jockey briefs,
seven-year-old Charles reached up and gingerly touched Eddie's nipple with
his slender, soft fingers.  Carson followed suit, cautiously reaching out
as if Eddie's nipples might be hot.  Actually, they were, and very hard.
     "What's it feel like, to be hard like that?" asked Charles, feeling
comfortable and brave in the presence of his heros.
     "Well, it's hard to explain," replied Mark as he thought about it, and
then with a smile, he added, "but it is easy to show."  He was surprised
how Charles had given him an opening for his next step, almost as if he'd
been rehearsed for the part.  "Go ahead, Tony, show the kid."
     "Show him?  How?"
     "Suck his teat like you did Eddie's."
     "Christ, he's a kid!"
     "Do it," Mark said firmly.  "And Eddie can do Carson."
     The two teens squatted down in front of the two seven-year-olds.
Straining to control his anger, Tony placed his lips over Charles's little
nipple and began to suck.  As he sucked on the smooth, pliable boy breast,
still round and soft with baby fat, he tongued the boy's tiny teat in an
attempt to get him hard as fast as he could.  The faster this ordeal was
over with the better.  In response to the suction and the attack by the
teen's tongue, the boy's little teat began to stiffen immediately.
Following Tony's lead, Eddie raised Carson's T-shirt, revealing two very
large fleshy mounds that many thirteen-year-old girls would give their eye
teeth to have.  As he began to suck and lick Carson's teat, the four-foot,
seventy-pound boy giggled with excitement and quickly forgot his
embarrassment.  It was not long before the two boys were unable to stand
still as the strange new irritation burned in the centre of each breast.
     "So, how's it feel?" asked Bobby as Tony sat back and Charles stared
down at his stiff, protruding little nipple.
     "Awesome," he replied with a huge grin.
     "Yeah," agreed Carson.  "It's sortta, well, sortta-."
     "Like a mosquito bite, but way more," observed Charles.
     "Yeah," agreed Carson with a grin.  "Just like that."
     "It's gonna get even better," Bobby promised with a grin.  "Way
fuckin' better."
     The boys looked up at Mark, and he continued with the instruction.
"Now, this kissing and caressing and everything is called foreplay.
Another exciting part of foreplay is getting each other naked."  He looked
over at Tony and Eddie.  "Go ahead guys."
     Charles and Carson glanced at each other with huge, excited grins and
quickly sat back on the floor to watch.  Carson slipped his T-shirt off,
and smiled when not one of the boys looked over at his round stomach and
rolls of fat.  The two teens they were watching were anything but excited
as they undid each other's belt and unsnapped each other's jeans.  As they
began to pull down each other's fly, Brent and Brett glanced over at each
other and smiled.  People often say there is a special link between twins.
In this case each of the boys was feeling a stirring in his boxer briefs
and knew the same was happening to his brother.
     The two performers were feeling no such emotions as they mechanically
stepped out of their jeans and stared at the floor, unable to look up at
the audience watching them.  Tony had especially chosen one of his beer
print boxer briefs, bright red ones with the logo "In Budweiser", figuring
it would impress the Brewster boys' cousin.  Eddie had had the same idea,
and in light of their last experience, had chosen Joe Boxer cotton boxers
with a "slurp that smile" print, figuring it would not only get a chuckle,
but give her a clear indication that he wanted a repeat performance.  Now
the two boys stood there in embarrassment, waiting for some comment,
especially from Mark.
     "Okay," he continued, trying not to show his pleasure in their
discomfort as he saw the boys cringe.  "Now remove each other's party
underwear."  Actually, for freaks, he had been surprised in their taste in
underwear.
     The two hesitated, and Tony opened his mouth to object, but then
thought better of it.  He turned and slipping his hand under the elastic
band of Eddie's boxers, he began to draw them down.  For the past two days
Eddie had pictured someone drawing down his underwear this night, but it
certainly had not been his best buddy.  He could feel his ears turning red
as he felt Tony's hands slipping along his hips, drawing down his boxers.
Slipping his hand under the elastic band of Tony's underwear, he wondered
if his buddy felt as mortified as he.  As the boys stepped out of their
underwear, their immediate impulse was to cross their hands in front of
them, but logic told them that to do so would only draw attention to the
fact they were embarrassed exposing themselves.  Instead, they left their
hands dangling awkwardly at their sides.  Tony even managed a proud smirk
as he looked up at the circle of boys staring at him.
     "Now, as you can see," Mark continued, thoroughly enjoying himself,
"boys are not all the same when it comes to their private parts.  Tony
here, for example, has a lot of crotch hair, and his cock is circumcised.
Come up and take a good look."
     The two seven-year-olds glanced at each other, and with huge grins,
got to their feet.  Tony continued to smirk as he told himself that he was
giving the boys the opportunity to see a real man's dick, but a voice in
the back of his mind reminded him that the boys staring at his cock were
only seven years old.
     "Eddie, on the other hand, is uncut.  See how his foreskin is still
covering the knob of his cock?"
     The boys took a good look and nodded.  They'd noticed the difference
in boys when they'd stripped for swim classes, or taken a leak in the
school boy's room, but they'd never had any way of finding out why.
     "Show the boys how your skin can be pulled back."
     Eddie hesitated, and then slowly eased back his foreskin.  He was not
feeling smug at all.  He was totally embarrassed.
     "Now then, one of the nice things about being a boy, is that a boy can
have a lot of fun with his dick, and can make himself feel real good by
doing stuff with it.  Probably the most common way is by rubbing it.  You
can rub it with your fingers, or you can lay on your stomach and rub it
against the bed sheets or a pillow, or even lay on your stomach on the
floor and rub it against the carpet," Mark said with a grin as he looked at
the two youngest boys sitting on the floor in their underwear and listening
to him with rapt attention.  "Rubbing your cock is known as jacking off.
You boys ever play with your pricks?" he asked, looking at Charles and
Carson specifically.
     Carson shook his head.  "Mom says boys aren't supposed to touch
themselves there."
     Charles looked at Bobby with a guilty, panicked look.
     "Well, that's cuz she's a mom," said Bobby.  "If she had a dick, she'd
know that is a dumb rule.  Every boy jacks off regular once they find out
how awesome it is."  He looked over at Charles and winked knowingly.
Charles smiled back, still uncomfortable, but feeling better.
     "Show us how you boys usually jack off," Mark instructed.
     Stripping was one thing, but jacking off was totally going too far.
Eddie and Tony glared at their director, but from the look on his face,
they knew that as embarrassing as this was, it was nothing compared to if
those pictures got in the hands of the wrong people.  With that thought in
mind, they reluctantly and self-consciously slipped their fingers about
their limp cocks and began to fiddle with them, shaking them and tugging on
them as they'd been doing for the past four years or more.  The boys
watched with wide-eyed interest as the cocks of the two demonstrators
slowly began to swell.
     Being young and full of hormones, the two boys became stiff in spite
of the circumstances.  Tony's was the fatter and was six inches long.
Eddie's was a bit longer but thinner.  Mark glanced over at the two pupils.
     "Go ahead, get up and have a good look."
     The boys did, and were immediately joined by the four Brewsters.  Tony
glared at the twins as they made a big show of squatting down in front of
him and examining his protruding erection.
     "You can feel them if you want," Mark encouraged, motivated by wanting
to embarrass the two victims rather than by wanting to educate the two
seven-year-old pupils.
     The twins knew he meant Charles and Carson, but they could not resist
reaching out and wrapping their fingers around the erections of the two
drug pushers.  Brent's black Calvin Kleins and Brett's grey, ribbed Marky
Marks were tented out, something that was obvious to everyone.
     "Fucker," cursed Tony under his breath as Brent wrapped his fingers
about the teenager's bone.
     "Maybe before the night is over, I will fuck you," Brent whispered in
his ear with a twinkle in his blue eyes as he gave the boy's cock a tug.
     Brent stepped back and chubby Carson eagerly stepped up and wrapped a
plump fist about the stiff cock and squeezed it with his stubby fingers.
To the seven-year-old boy, it looked huge.  Tony tensed but could do
nothing about it.  Eddie was thinking the same as Charles took his stiff
cock in his small hand.
     "Now," continued Mark. "Which one of you is going to jerk me off?"
     "Forget it," Tony blurted out.
     "Then it will be you," Mark announced as he pulled down his fly.
     Slipping his fingers inside his suit, he withdrew his semierect cock
and motioned for Tony to take it.  Carson and Charles were not the only two
to lean forward to watch as Tony reluctantly reached over and wrapped his
fingers about Mark's semierect cock, which was already longer than any of
the six boys in the audience.  It quickly began to swell and was soon
standing fully erect.  By this time Benny's Navy blue polyester-cotton
briefs and the support pouch of Bobby's Stanfield briefs had very prominent
bulges.  Mark leaned back against the dresser and grinned as Tony wrapped
his fingers about his thick, seven-inch tube and began to jerk him.
     "Now, when you get older, you can make sperm.  You boys know what that
is?"
     "Sure," said Charles proudly.  "That's the stuff that makes babies."
     Charles thought back to three months ago when he and the Brewster
brothers had caught the Boogeyman under his bed.  That had been awesome
enough, but even more awesome were the spankings that they'd given him and
some of the other things that had happened that night.  That was the first
time he'd ever heard of boners and jacking off and cumming.  He'd spent
many nights over the next three months playing with himself and recalling
everything that his four heros had done that night, and especially
picturing the image of the Boogeyman desperately pounding his cock and
cumming all over himself.  Charles's little cocklet tented out his white
cotton briefs uncomfortably.
     Carson didn't say anything as he stared at the teenager's huge cock.
This was all totally new to him, and he was feeling a mixture of emotions.
Like any typical seven-year-old boy he was curious about anything related
to being a boy, and this was one of the most exciting lessons yet in that
regard.  Also like most seven-year-olds he'd already been brainwashed into
thinking that anything involving his privates was dirty and bad.  So, mixed
with the wonder of the moment was an apprehension, a nagging guilt that
what he was observing was wrong.  He didn't know it, but the Brewster boys
were about to introduce him to a totally different way of looking at
things, the Brewster way.
     "Well," Mark announced a couple minutes later, "I'm about to shoot
mine."  His breathing was heavy, as if he'd done laps in the gym.
"Somebody better grab me something to shoot it in."
     Brent grabbed Tony's beer briefs and held them up to the flushed,
panting teenager.
     Mark had no sooner grabbed them than his big dick began to gusher.  He
sighed with the pleasure as rope after rope of thick, teen cum shot out of
his cock and into Tony's underwear.  The Brewster brothers glanced at each
other with knowing smiles and Bobby and Charles exchanged leers.  Carson,
Tony, and Eddie were all too fascinated by Mark's climax to notice anything
else.  Carson's little cock twitched inside his loose Nevada navy/green
plaid boxers as he stared at the stained underwear and the milky globule
hanging from Mark's flushed cockhead.  Mark finally wiped the tip of his
cock off with Tony's briefs and dropped them on the floor.
     For the Brewster brothers the sight of someone cumming was hardly new,
but it was wild to see a hunky teenager with a humongous cock like Mark's
cum, and even wilder to see him shoot his load in someone else's underwear.
As for Charles, this was now the fourth time he'd seen someone come, the
previous times being the night they had captured the Boogeyman when Brent
and Brett had cum while they'd spanked the creature, and they'd made the
Boogeyman so hot he'd jacked off.  To the wide-eyed seven-year-old it was
just as awesome as the first time.
     "There's other ways for a boy to make sperm," Mark said after
regaining his breath.  "One is to have his cock sucked.  Eddie, you seem to
know all about what it's like to get a blow job, you take it from here."
     "Huh?"
     "It looked like you were really enjoying yourself in the picture."
     "I don't know nothing about that picture," the teenager repeated, this
time with a definite whine.  "The person who blew me was a female, a
gorgeous looking female," he insisted.
     "Whatever," said Mark, clearly showing he didn't believe him, and
didn't care.  "You did get blown, like you've been bragging, and you did
enjoy it."
     "Course."
     "Tell us exactly what happened that night."
     "Well," he began, hoping to prove he'd had sex with a girl, "one of
the twins brought us down here to this room in the basement, and this
gorgeous brunette with huge boobs was laying there on the bed with her legs
spread apart and just aching for sex.  We were both going to fuck her, but
she said she was aching to give one of us a blow job, so we decided Tony
would fuck her while she gave me a blow job.
     I was just going to take my dick out my fly but she was so hot she
pushed down my pants and underwear and began to lick my nuts and my dick.
It was awesome.  She took my nuts in her mouth and sucked them, one at a
time and then both, and as I started to get a boner she took my cock by the
base and held it up and began to lick it, like it was an ice cream cone.  I
was so fucking hot I began to leak pre-cum, and the slut licked it off as
it oozed out of my cock.  That was so awesome!  Then she slipped her mouth
over my cock and went down, all the way to the base.  Fuck, I don't know
how she did it, but she took the whole thing in, and then she began to work
her mouth up and down the whole length as she sucked.  I came in no time!"
     It had been easy for Eddie to describe what had happened.  It had been
his first and only blow job and he'd told the story to anyone who would
listen.  He'd also wanked off at least four dozen times over the past two
months thinking about every detail of it.
     "You got all that Tony?"
     Tony glared at the seventeen-year-old.
     "Asked you a question."
     "Yeah, I got all that," he said surlily.  "You wanna hear what I was
doing between her legs at the same time?"
     "No.  I want you to do your buddy, just as he described it."
     "What?"
     "Get on your knees and give your buddy a blow job, just as he
described."
     "You gotta ."
     "You got a problem with that?" Mark asked as he glanced at the photos.
     Tony reluctantly got to his knees.  The son of a bitch was going to
pay for this big time.
     "Hey, I'm sorry, man," Eddie apologized.  "I had no idea . . . "
     "Let's just get this fucking night over with."
     Holding him by the hips, Tony leaned forward and began to lick his
buddy's hairy balls just as he'd described.  They were salty, and he could
smell their sex.  He'd listened to Eddie's description a hundred times
since that night, and he'd hoped he'd have the chance to have such an
experience too, but he hadn't imagined it would be this way.  As he took
Eddie's lower nut in his mouth and began to suck, he pictured the seven
boys behind him watching, and he resolved he would make them pay for this,
every single one of them from the little fat slob and his wide-eyed chirpy
little buddy to the smug, macho Mark Fording in his expensive suit and
lady-killer smile.  Most of all, he would make the Brewster brothers pay.
He had no idea how they'd taken a Polaroid of him Halloween night and been
able to crop the broad out and replace it with that dude with the goatee,
but they were going to pay, big time for setting him up.
     As Eddie began to swell, Tony took his cock in his hand and began to
lick it.  It was not that unpleasant a taste, but the act was repugnant and
perverted, as the person performing it anyway.  Being the recipient was
something different, or so he imagined never having been a recipient.  How
many guys had he told to suck his cock and had later imagined them doing
it?  How many broads had he imagined dropping to their knees in their
lust-driven frenzy for his body?  He felt Eddie tremble and a drop of
pre-cum oozed out of Eddie's cock.  The fucking bastard!  How could he be
enjoying this?  Reluctantly obeying the voice behind him, Tony extended his
tongue as far as he could like a kid whose parents were forcing him to eat
something distasteful and he licked up the clear, sticky droplet.  At least
it had next to no taste.  Just like Eddie, bland and with no taste, he
thought as another droplet oozed out of his buddy's cock.  His face flushed
with anger, he licked it up, and then went down on Eddie's cock before he
could produce another drop.  Anything to get this humiliation over with.
     As he watched the scene before him, Bobby reached down and fingered
the bulge in his tighty-whities.  Charles quickly mimicked his hero, and
seeing his classmate touching himself, Carson gave in to temptation and
reached down and squeezed the tiny boner inside his boxers.  Noticing the
action, the twins leered at each other as their hands slowly slipped down
to their laps also.
     Tony heard someone comment about being a hungry cocksucker, one of the
Brewster boys.  They all sounded the same, even the fourteen-year-old
twins.  Fucking brats hadn't even had a voice change yet.  As he worked his
mouth up and down the stiff, slender cock of his best friend, he thought
about each of the boys.  That foul mouthed youngest brother he'd forgotten
his name would never have a chance for a voice change.  He'd cut off his
balls and shove them down the punk kid's throat.  As for his brother, maybe
he'd shove them up his arse.  Better yet, he'd shove one up each of the
twin's buttholes and then have the punk kid suck them back out.
     He was concentrating on his revenge so hard that by the time Eddie's
warning registered in his mind it was too late.  Eddie trembled and ran his
fingers through Tony's long, freshly shampooed hair as he began to shoot
his load.  The first went straight down Tony's throat, and the second
filled his mouth as he realized what was happening and began to draw back.
The third and fourth sprayed his face as he drew off of Eddie's throbbing
cock.
     "Eewwww, gross," observed Carson.
     "Not really," said Mark with a husky voice, keeping his eyes on the
seventeen-year-old boy kneeling on the floor, ropes of his buddy's fresh
cum oozing down his cheeks and filming his lips.  "Can be very erotic."
     "Huh?"
     "Can be a real turn on."
     "Huh?"
     "Real enjoyable," Mark explained.  He hated drug pushers, and
especially those who pushed their poison at elementary schools.  He
especially hated Tony Amatto ever since the son of a bitch had tried to
sell his kid brother some grass.  Seeing the cocksucker kneeling there,
angry as hell and powerless with his buddy's cum dripping from his ugly
face was more than real enjoyable.  It was stupendous.
     "Yeah?" Carson said doubtfully, but Mark was too busy enjoying the
moment to hear him.
     "Fuck yeah," said Bobby, seizing the opportunity.  "Getting sucked off
can be way awesome."
     "You've been sucked off?" asked Carson with wide-eyed surprise.
     "Oh yeah," sighed Bobby as he thought back to his first time.  He and
his brothers had been searching their parents' bedroom for Christmas
presents, and instead found a stash of their dad's porn magazines under the
bed.  Being more of the "doer" type than the "observer", they soon decided
to try some of the things that were in the photos.  That had been back when
the ten- year-old was a little kid, back in grade two or one.
     Carson looked up at the two boys in the middle of the room.  Getting
his nipple licked and sucked until it was hard had been awesome, and he
knew fiddling with his dick felt good.  It made sense that getting your
cock sucked would feel good too.  Eddie certainly looked like he had
enjoyed it.  Carson shifted his weight as he thought about what it would be
like.  The chubby seven-year-old felt a strange new feeling between his
legs as the pleasure from his earlier fiddling turned to an ache of desire.
     "Now," said Mark, looking forward to the next embarrassment he was
going to inflict on the two losers.  "There is one more way that a boy can
have fun.  You're the expert on ass fucking from the look of that picture,
Tony.  Why don't you explain how it's done to the boys?"
     "Hey man, I was doing it to a girl man, and a cunt.  That fucking
picture is a fake.  No way would I have ever stuck my cock up a guy's ass."
     "Yeah, right," Mark said sarcastically, leaving no doubt that he
didn't believe a word of it.  "Well, you know what we'll do if you don't do
as you're told.  Now, be a good little pervert and show the boys here how
to fuck butt."
     Tony glanced over at his buddy, and Eddie stared back with a
desperate, pleading look.  The son of a bitch had come in his mouth.
Besides, he'd imagined in more than one jerk off fantasy getting a girl so
hot for his body she wanted him to take her up the butt.  A butt was a butt
what difference was it really if it was a girl's or a guy's?  It would also
pay Eddie back for making him lick his pre-cum, and he could say he really
didn't have any choice.  Besides, probably most important of all, it was an
opportunity to find out what it would be like to fuck butt, an opportunity
he was not likely to get again from a man or a woman.
     "Lay on the bed, on your back with your legs raised like the broad was
that night," Tony ordered, glancing at Mark out of the corner of his eye
when he said "broad".
     "Tony, com'on man, you can't be serious."
     "You want those pictures circulated?"
     "Course not."
     "Then do it."
     The boys giggled as Eddie, blushing a bright scarlet, lay on his back.
Mark suggested they prop up his ass using pillows, little knowing that the
Brewster boys were well aware that he had practical knowledge.  Commenting
that it was going to be difficult without lubrication, the
seventeen-year-old was surprised when Brett dashed off and returned in
minutes with a tube of KY jelly.  He decided it was best not to ask where
he'd gotten it, or even more mysterious, how he knew what it was.  The
brothers grinned with anticipation as Tony greased up his cock, and forced
the lube up his reluctant buddy's butt with his greasy middle finger.
  Charles and Carson sat there with their eyes popping out of their heads.
     Under Mark's guidance, Tony knelt between Eddie's legs and positioned
his cock at his greased entrance.  Eddy closed his eyes as he felt the
hard, hot knob wedging between his asscheeks and he wished he could block
this entire scene out of his mind as easily as he could block it out of his
sight.  Tony's greased organ slowly began to enter and Eddie inhaled
sharply.  He was being fucked for Chrissake, and by his best buddy.  He
could picture the leering faces of Mark and the Brewster brothers watching
him, and the gaping stares of the little brats.  What the hell must they
all be thinking of him?  He had no way of knowing, but all six youngsters
were openly fiddling with themselves outside of their underwear, and Mark
wished that he could do something about the bulge jutting out his suit
pants without Eddie or Tony noticing.
     Eddie could not believe this was happening.  This was supposed to be
one of the hottest nights of his life, even hotter than the Halloween
night.  What had really happened that night he was no longer sure.  They
hadn't been smoking, but he'd heard of guys who had high flashbacks or
whatever, something to do with drugs left in their body.  It certainly had
seemed like he'd made out with a chick that night.  Mark did have a point
about the punk kids not having the ability to fake a picture so well.
     Anyway, that was done and past.  What was happening to him on this
night he clearly understood.  Never in his sixteen years had he felt so
humiliated.  To make matters worse, as Tony rammed his hard cock up his
ass, it struck something deep inside him, something that sent a shiver
through his groin.  To his mortification, he was starting to get a boner.
     "You can see how much fun this is," Mark said.  "See how fast Tony is
fucking, as if he can't get enough of Eddie's ass?"
     He was fucking fast, but the reason was to get this over with although
Mark was partly right.  He was feeling good.  After all, his cock was
surrounded by a hot, moist ass, the hot moist ass of the son of a bitch
that had come in his mouth.  With the physical pleasure and the pleasure of
revenge, what was there not to enjoy?  So what if they were being watched.
Let the brats see how a real man fucked.
     "And you can see Eddy is enjoying it since he's getting a boner."
     The sixteen-year-old's heart sank and he wished he could shrink and
disappear.  He kept his eyes closed, knowing what he'd see in the faces of
those watching, and afraid what he'd see in the face of his best friend.
He was right.  Tony stared down at him with a combination of anger and
disbelief.  The son of a bitch was getting a boner, and only one type of
guy could possibly enjoy getting fucked.  His best buddy!  Tony humped his
hips even more furiously, and to Eddie's relief, it was not long before
Tony was shooting his load up his ass.  When Tony finally withdrew, Eddie
kept his eyes closed and prayed that they'd let them leave now.  There
couldn't be anything more they could make them do.
     "Would you two boys like these dickheads to bring you off?"
     Eddie could not believe his ears.
     "What you mean?" asked Charles.
     "How would you like to get your dicks sucked off, or maybe jerked?  Or
maybe you'd like to try fucking some ass?"
     The two seven-year-olds glanced at each other, both thinking the same
thing, both having the same desire, and both having the same apprehension.
As Charles slowly began to grin, so did Carson.
     "You mean it?" Charles asked.
     "Sure."
     "Then I want to fuck one of them," Charles announced, taking the lead.
     "Right on!" exclaimed Brent and Brett together.
     "Way to go," encouraged Benny.
     "Fuckin' right," agreed Bobby.
     "So which of these assholes you want to fuck?" asked Mark.
     Charles looked at one, and then the other, concentrating as hard as if
he'd been asked which of two Pokemon cards he wanted to buy for his
collection.  He thought back to the time he'd done the Boogeyman and how
great it had been.  "I think," he finally said, "that I want to do it to
Tony, on account Eddie just had his done."
     It was Tony's turn to stand there slack-jawed and speechless.
     "What about you Carson?  What would you like to do?"
     "I wanna get my dick sucked," he said.
     "By Eddie?"
     "Sure."
     "Way to go dude," said Benny, slapping him on the back.
     "Yeah, fuckin'," agreed Bobby.
     "Knew you were cool," observed Brent, and Brett readily agreed.
     Carson had never felt so great in all of his seven years as he hefted
himself to his feet.
     "Com'on," complained Tony.  "Get real.  They're little kids for
fucksake."
     "Yeah," agreed his sidekick, but only half-heartedly.  He knew it was
not going to make a difference.
     "I have no problem with that," observed Mark.  "Anyone else got a
problem with that?"
     "No way," chorused Brent and Brett.
     "Yeah, think it'd be way hot to watch Chucky fuck the crap out of
Tony," said Bobby.  "And I just happen to know Chucky's one hot fucking
machine."
     Charles beamed even brighter than Rudolph's famous nose.
     "And it's gonna be awesome watching you give Carson his first blow,"
said Benny.  "But I want you to do something special for our new friend,"
he continued, putting his arm about Carson's shoulders.  "I want you to
start by licking his feet and sucking his toes and then work your way up to
his cock.  That okay with you Carson?"
     "Licking my feet?" the boy asked with a giggle.
     "Sure."
     "Wow yeah," he said, wiggling his toes.
     "Gonna have to work on his vocabulary too," Bobby observed dryly.
     "Go to it," Benny encouraged as he guided the chubby seven-year-old
over to a sour looking Eddie.
     Carson pushed down his boxers and lay down on the bed on his back.
His little two-inch boner stuck straight up in the air.  Eddy knelt at the
foot of the bed, and taking a pudgy foot, he bent over and began to lick
it.  Carson giggled and squirmed and his little dick jerked.  This was so
awesome, and to think he'd made a big fuss about coming here when his
mother had announced the plans she and Mrs. Brewster had made.  If she only
knew what her son was doing at that moment!
     Meanwhile an even more dour looking Tony had gotten on all fours on
the floor and Charles had stepped up behind him.  He glared down at the
carpet angrily.
     "Whoa, looks like you've grown," observed Brent.  "Maybe we should put
a bit of KY on it this time."
     "You think so?" asked Charles, bursting with pride.
     This time?  Despite his fury, Tony had not missed the phrase.  The kid
had done this before?  What the hell type of kids were these?  He'd had sex
once in his life, last Halloween, and dammit, it was with a girl.  The
teenager concentrated on that thought as Charles grabbed his hips with his
hot little hands, and pressed his greased prickhead against his butthole.
He could barely feel the kid's little cock as it entered him, but it might
just as well have been a monster like Mark's.  It wasn't the size that was
important.  It was the fact that the boy was doing it to him.  There he
was, a senior in high school, seventeen-years-old, and getting his ass
fucked by some little seven-year-old snot nose.
     Eddy was feeling just as humiliated as he sucked on one pudgy toe and
then the next, and licked the fat kid's feet.  They were clean, but that
didn't matter.  This was abuse.  He quickly worked his way up Carson's
thighs, which were almost as thick as his own, and began to lick the kid's
little nuts.  They were the size of walnuts, and several shades darker than
the boy's skin.  Eddie slipped both in his mouth and sucked on them, and
then he engulfed the boy's little cock.  Carson squirmed and shivered with
the awesome experience of having a hot mouth envelop his stiff boycock and
suck on it for the first time.  This was the hottest thing that had ever
happened to him, and he had the Brewster brothers to thank for it.  He
didn't know how he'd do it, but he'd pay them back for this somehow.
     Soon the two seven-year-olds were puffing and grunting and squirming
as a strange tension grew between their legs, a tension that was totally
new to Carson and still a surprise and mystery to Charles.  The pleasure
rippling through their irritated little cocklets was powerful, and
undescribable.  It grew and grew until suddenly they gasped with wild
abandon as their bodies were raked with dry orgasms.  Chucky grasped Tony's
asscheeks as his little boner throbbed inside the teenager's asshole, and
Carson thrust his hips to and fro wildly with the first orgasm of his life,
bouncing his fat ass on the bed so hard it creaked.  The two boys finally
collapsed in a daze of total ecstasy.
     "You satisfied?  We can go now?" Tony asked sourly as he got to his
feet.
     Mark looked at the Brewster boys, and they nodded.
     "Yeah, you can go," Mark said, and the two boys quickly reached for
their clothes.  "Guess this is one night you're not going to go around
bragging about," Mark observed as the two quickly got dressed.  Tony choose
to stuff his underwear in his back pocket instead of wearing it.
     The troupe headed up the stairs, Charles and Carson having retrieved
their underwear and put them back on.  As Tony and Eddy headed down the
street, the two teenagers said nothing.  For one they were too embarrassed,
and for another, they were planning their revenge on those back at the
Brewster household.
     "Too bad you had to give them the photos," Mark observed as he watched
them out the window.  "We could have made them our slaves, something to
mark the first year of the second millennium.  Better yet, we could have
used them to force them to stay away from your schools with their drugs."
     "Still can," said Brent.
     "What do you mean?"
     "They forgot to ask for the second set," he said with a grin.
     "And even if they had, those weren't the only pictures we took of
them," Brett said with an identical smile and his brothers chuckled.
     "You boys are nasty."
     "Sure are," the four said together as they high-fived.
     "Well, guys, it has been a most unusual New Year's Eve," observed Mark
as he headed for the door.
     "You have fun?" asked Brent.
     "Yeah," he said, nodding his head after a pause.  "Yeah, I did."
     "Cool," observed Brett.
     "Hey, its only half an hour before midnight, stick around," offered
Brent.
     "Yeah, we can have some fun together while we wait for midnight," said
Benny suggestively.
     "Like?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.
     "Bet we can get you hotter than you've ever been in your life," the
twelve-year-old said.
     "I don't think so boys," the seventeen-year-old high school student
said with a grin.  "I prefer women as my partners."
     "You never done nothing with a guy?"
     "No."
     "Wanna try?"
     "I'll leave the boy-boy stuff up to you boys."
     "Oh?" said Brent, sidling up to him.  "That an offer?"  He cupped
Mark's crotch.  "We could show you the Brewster version of popcorn balls."
     "We could each take one," said Brett.
     "I'll get the popcorn popper," offered Benny as he headed for the
kitchen.
     "Boys, that's not what I meant," Mark protested, reaching down and
stopping Brett's hand as the fourteen-year-old began to pull down his fly.
     "Com'on," coaxed Brent.  "You ever have your asshole rimmed?"
     "Tastes great stuffed with buttered popcorn," called Benny from the
kitchen.
     "What's rimmed mean?" asked Carson, intrigued by the idea of buttered
popcorn.
     "Well, it's hard to explain, but it is easy to show," observed Bobby,
glancing up at Mark impishly as he quoted him.
     "Yeah, we can show you that, and a lot of other stuff," Brent added.
     The five boys grabbed Mark and began to drag him to their bedroom.
     "Bet with six hot, horny boys feeling you up we will get you hornier
than any woman ever has," observed Benny as he followed the boys with the
popcorn popper, popcorn, salt and butter.
     "Bet I can French kiss even better than Brittany," observed Bobby,
referring to the girlfriend the boys had watched him making out with over a
year ago.
     By this time they had dragged the hapless seventeen-year-old
coconspirator to their bedroom and had wrestled him to the floor.  Benny
turned their radio on to the local rock station and started up the popcorn
maker before joining his three brothers and their two young charges in
removing the teenager's suit jacket.  The six of them soon had the boy's
suit jacket, tie, shoes and socks off.  As the twins each sat on one leg
and Benny and Carson each sat on an arm, Bobby and Chucky unbuttoned his
shirt.
     "Hey, he's got more chest hair than the last time we seen him,"
observed Benny.
     "Last time?  What do you mean last time?" he asked.
     "Nice and fine," said Bobby as he ran his fingers through the blond
hairs and he and his brothers ignored the question.  "Like silk.  And he's
got pit hairs too, look."
     The boys all leaned forward and Bobby snuggled down and sniffed his
pits.  "Mmm, Sport deodorant, I think," he said as he nuzzled his nose in
the boy's pit.  In spite of everything, Mark felt a stirring in his pants
as the boy's soft dark brown hair brushed against his underarm.
     "Hey, you horny toad," wait til we strip him laughed Brett.
     "Okay," Bobby readily agreed, as he and Chucky undid the boy's belt
and drew down his fly.
     Soon his trousers were pulled off and chucked aside.
     "Way cool underwear," observed Brent as the six boys all looked down
at the hunky stud now in just his skivvies.  He had chosen his favourites,
fine rib knit cotton Calvin Klein briefs, grey heather with contrasting
tonal logo on the black band.  Even soft his ample cock filled out the
pouch of the flyless briefs.
     "So who gets to take off his underwear?" asked Brett.
     "Chucky, and Carson, together," suggested Brent.  "This is their
night."
     "Yeah!" agreed his three brothers.
     Charles and Carson beamed as they glanced at each other.  Bobby took
Carson's place holding down Mark's arm and the two seven-year-olds slipped
their hands under the elastic waist band.  Slowly pulling the teenager's
underwear down, they revealed a thick, curly bush of blond hairs and a very
large and gorgeous cock.  He lay there pinned down on the boys' bedroom
carpet, naked and vulnerable.  By this time the popcorn had finished
popping and Benny quickly dumped it in a bowl and added the salt and melted
butter.  The boys each took a handful, and then with their mouth's filled,
they began to caress the naked teenager's body, running their buttery
fingers over his chest and along his thighs.  His cock immediately began to
swell, much to their amusement.
     Taking another handful of popcorn, they stuffed their mouths again and
continued their caresses, running their greasy hands over his pecs and
fondling his nipples, running them over his six-pac abs, and along the
inside of his thighs.  They stopped, each in his own time, for another
handful of popcorn and then continued to caress the handsome teenager,
wiping their greasy fingers in the thick hair on his chest and on the fine
hairs on his forearms and thighs.  Bobby was the first to stroke his balls
and Brent was the first to run his greasy fingers along his butt crack.
The others all quickly took their turns.  Between the caresses of their
soft, warm hands and the greasy massage, Mark's cock sprang up in no time.
The six boys eagerly descended on it, stroking the massive organ gently and
with rapt inquisitiveness, their buttered fingers stroking and squeezing it
until he was dripping pre-cum.
     "What is that?" asked Carson as he watched the clear droplet ooze out
of Mark's pee slit.
     "That is pre-cum," explained Bobby.
     "Why does a guy's thing do that?"
     "I dunno.  Why does it do that anyway?" Bobby asked looking up at his
brothers.
     Benny, the authority on all things sexual, was the first to respond.
"It's actually to make his cock head slick for when he sticks it up a
girl's cunt, or her ass," he added, glancing at Mark and giving him a wink.
Mark wondered if that was just a dirty comment, or a lucky guess.  There
was no way the boy could know about him and Brittany.  At least he didn't
think there was.  After seeing the boys in action this night, he could not
be sure.  "It also makes for some way hot foreplay," Benny continued,
bowing down and flicking the droplet into his mouth with this tongue.
Another drop quickly appeared, and Bobby swooped down for his treat.
     Mark could not believe what was happening as he oozed out still
another drop.  Never had he produced his natural lube so quickly.  Feeling
Brent's long, silky hair brush against his naked body caused him to produce
a fourth, which was quickly snapped up by Brett, and again the
fourteen-year-old's soft hair caused still another droplet, this one
consumed by Chucky.  As the seven-year-old smacked his lips like he'd just
sampled a delicious candy, the thought caused still another droplet to ooze
forth, which Carson quickly consumed.
     Laying down on either side of him, Chucky and Carson began to lick and
suck his teats, delighting in the salted butter and delighting even more as
his nipples grew firm just as their own had done earlier that evening.  The
two young boys keep an eye on the teenager's twitching cock, eager to swoop
down and sample another droplet of that clear, sweetish nectar.  Bobby
pressed his young lips against the boy's, and as they began to kiss, the
ten-year-old slipped his tongue in the mouth of the older teen.  As his
hot, moist tongue slipped along Mark's and tried to worm under it, Mark
felt more pre-cum oozing from his cock and someone's tongue quickly lapping
it up.  Bobby had not been joking.  The kid really knew how to French
someone.
     Meanwhile, twelve-year-old Benny had slipped behind him and was
showing him his tongue skills also.  He could not believe it as the boy
expertly ran his tongue slowly along his buttered crack.  He could feel the
boy's hot drool oozing between his asscheeks, and then he felt the
youngster's hot, firm tongue striking at his pucker.  The boy was actually
forcing his tongue up his butthole!  More pre-cum oozed out, and unnoticed,
it oozed along the cleft on the underside of his cock.
     While Benny rimmed him, the twins were also demonstrating their oral
abilities.  The two boys had begun by licking his buttered, salted balls
and coating them with their saliva.  They then took them in their mouths
and sucked on them and rolled them in their mouths.  As they allowed the
saliva drenched balls to slip from their hot mouths, the two
fourteen-year-olds kissed each other and then turned their assault to the
towering pole above the boy's eggs.  It was standing up stiff and proud,
and the twins ran their tongues up each side, starting at the buttery base
and running up to the sensitive ridge around the knob, and then back down.
As the boy oozed still more pre-cum, one or the other of the six boys
swooped down for the offering.
     Bobby finally swung around in a sixty-nine position and offered the
teenage boy his young, three-inch dick.  Unable to resist trying the
tidbit, Mark took the four-foot four, sixty-four pound younger's cocklet in
his mouth and began to suck on it.  Having rolled him over on his side,
Benny snuggled up behind him and slipped his three-and-three-quarter inch
dick up his buttered ass.  As he felt the hot, hard little pricklet enter
him, Mark wondered if this was how Brittany had felt the night he'd first
fucked her ass, except of course his cock was a lot bigger.  While Benny
fucked him, the twins were happily taking turns sucking on his cock.  While
one went down on it, the other licked his nuts, and then vice versa.
     Mark reached down, and finding the stiff little dicks of the two
seven-year-olds sucking his nipples, he began to wank them.  The boys' tiny
pricklets were no thicker than his pinky finger and felt strange after have
become accustomed to wanking his monster cock.  The two boys squirmed with
the unique pleasure of having someone else fiddling with their dicks.  As
they sucked on the boy's teats even harder, they felt hands take theirs.
Allowing the twins to guide their hands down to the boys' hot, hard cocks,
they knew what to do.  They eagerly began to pump the young dicks, which
now at the age of fourteen, had reached five inches in length.
     The announcer on the radio had begun the countdown.  The year had less
than five minutes to go, and so did the seven horny boys.  Mark began to
groan and twist with anticipation of his approaching orgasm, as did each of
the other boys.  He sucked and worked his mouth up and down Bobby's little
pricklet eagerly, desperate to bring the young boy off at the stroke of
midnight.  Meanwhile Benny had slowed down his humping and lay there
quietly with his cock up the teenager's asshole, calming himself down
before the final assault.  Brent and Brett had taken their cue from the
throbbing of the monster cock they were licking and also slowed down as
they reached down and stilled the eager young hands pumping their cocks.
     Then as the countdown began with a minute and a half to go, all seven
of them began moving, each eager to reach his own orgasm upon the ringing
in of the new year, and each eager to bring off the boy they were
pleasuring.  Two hot little mouths sucked and slurped on Mark's hard little
teats like babes on their mother's breast.  Two much more mature mouths
sucked and slurped on his throbbing cock in anticipation of a creamy treat
of their own.  Bobby had reached around and was massaging and kneading the
soft, tender buns of the seven-year-olds on either side of him, and Benny
was fervidly kissing the back of Mark's neck as he humped him.  Mark
meanwhile worked his sphincter open and closed in time with the little
prick ramming his butt and sucked on the smooth little dick in his mouth as
he wanked the tiny, velvety pricklets of the babes sucking his breasts.
     The seven horny boys gasped in the hot, musky sex-laden air as they
sucked and fucked and jerked, as they squirmed and quivered and ached with
the anticipation of cumming.  Their bodies grew hotter and hotter and they
began to sweat with the exertion.  Ten, nine, eight, seven.  The
fourteen-year-old twins eagerly licked and nibbled on the hot, throbbing
seven-inch teen cock, their long blond hair gently caressing Mark's thighs.
Six, five.  The two seven-year-olds did not understand the biology behind
what was happening to them, but they understood pleasure and as they
approached their climaxes they madly pumped the hot five-inch cocks in
their hands.  Four.  Benny gasped for breath as he rammed his cock in and
out of the hot, moist, hitherto virgin asshole and as his young, hairless
balls tightened.  Three.  Mark felt his balls tighten also and he sucked on
the young boy cock in his mouth like a drowning man sucking in air.  Two.
The two seven-year-olds felt the strange tension growing stronger and
stronger in their loins as the teenager's fingers wanked on their little
cocklets in desperation and young Bobby vigorously fingered their little
buttholes as he felt the spring about to uncoil in his loins.  One,
midnight!
     The seven of them groaned as one with the ecstasy of their climaxes.
Chucky and Carson trembled and pressed their faces against Mark's furry,
heaving chest as the still new and awesome tremors of dry orgasm passed
through their loins.  Bobby grunted as a similar tremor passed through him
and he bucked with his orgasm, working his cocklet in and out of Mark's
mouth.  At the same time Benny rammed his hips forward until his hairless
pubes were tightly pressed against Mark's hot butt and he trembled
violently as his dry orgasm caused his body to twitch uncontrollably.  With
the onset of their orgasms, the two seven-year-olds had stopped jerking the
twins' cocks and their grips tightened as their bodies were raked with
ecstasy.  The hot, hard twin cocks needed no further stroking as they
pulsed in the tightly gripping fists and throbbed out thick shots of hot,
juicy teen cum.  The boy juice shot out of the horny teenagers and sprayed
the naked bodies of the two young jerkers, the seventeen-year-old whose
teats they were still sucking, their kid brother, and each other.  As the
boys around him trembled with their orgasms and as the hot, slimy cum of
the two young teens struck his body, Mark inhaled deeply and his hot thick
seven- inch cannon jerked wildly as it shot, spraying the faces of the
twins and their kid brother and spattering the young bodies of the two
seven-year-old boys.  In their thrashing and excitement, ropes of cum from
his twin brothers and from the seventeen-year-old he was fucking even
struck Benny.
     "Awesome," gasped Brent as he finally flopped on his back, a pendant
of Mark's cum hanging from his chin and a rope of his own trickling down
his chest.
     "Totally," agreed Brett, wiping the film of cum off his lips with the
back of his hand as he flopped down on the other side of Mark
     "Way cool," remarked Chucky as he looked wide-eyed at one boy and then
the next, trying to take in every sight, smell and sound.
     "Oh yeah," Carson gasped, still trying to catch his breath after the
explosion of his dry orgasm and looking at the ribbon of cum across the
back of his fingers and the spatters on his stomach and thighs.
     "Totally wicked," agreed Mark, surprised at how much he had enjoyed it
and how powerful his orgasm had been.
     "Right on," panted Benny, his stomach rising and falling as he looked
at the spatters of cum on his body and wondered whose they were.
     "Oh fuck yeah," said Bobby.
     "Thought you weren't gonna swear in the new year," reminded Brent.
     "Oh fuck."
     "Ten minutes after midnight.  I think that's a record for breaking
resolutions for you, Bobby."
     "Man, I need a smoke," sighed Benny as he raised himself on his
elbows.
     "Thought you weren't gonna smoke," reminded Brett.
     "Well, at least I'm not the first to break his resolution," he said,
grinning over at his younger brother.
     "Hey, don't look at me.  Brent and Brett broke theirs first."
     "What do you mean?"
     "You were going to stop jerking off."
     "We didn't jerk off.  Carson and Chucky jerked us, so that don't
count."
     "No fucking way," protested Bobby.
     "Well," said Benny with a shrug, "we weren't serious about those
anyway.  The real ones are those we swore over our balls on," reminded
Benny.  "We haven't broken any of those."
     "Oh yeah," agreed his brothers.
     They all lay there on the floor, thinking about their welcome to the
new year and wondering what it held in store for them.
     "Hey look," Brent whispered.
     They looked over to where Brent was pointing.  Charles and Carson had
snuggled up against each other in the corner and were sound asleep, their
arms about each other.
     "So, Mark," the boys said as one as they surrounded him.  "You wanna
try four on one?"
     "Wicked, little dudes," he said with a smile.  Why not?  The
millennium only comes around once, ah, how often was that?  He could not
concentrate as one of the twins began tickling his lips with his dickhead
while the other began lubing up his ass with KY.  Benny and Bobby had each
taken a ball in his mouth.  Getting off three times in four hours was going
to be a new record, not a bad way to begin the new year.  It wasn't exactly
how he'd planned on starting off the second millennium, but like many
others before him, the seventeen-year-old had discovered when you're with
the Brewster brothers, nothing is what you expected.