Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 15:30:34 From: Dream Spinner Subject: ST: "A Brewster Thanksgiving - Part 2" (t/t, t/b, b/b) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and two thirteen-year- olds, two of their long-forgotten kin, and an assortment of their classmates putting on a community Thanksgiving pageant. It is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. If you're expecting a Disney-like family-oriented Thanksgiving story, not only are you in the wrong site and know nothing about the Brewster brothers, but you're in for one fucking surprise. 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 ninth of the Brewster Boys Series. Comments and horns of plenty can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com who suggests you give special thanks this year for the invention of the condom. A Brewster Thanksgiving Part Two: The First Thanksgiving, A play in Four Acts Finally everyone was seated, the lights were dimmed, a spotlight was turned on, and sixteen-year-old Michael Slanowski, in the role of John Carver, the merchant responsible for chartering the Mayflower and arranging the voyage, and who would be elected the first governor in Plymouth, stepped out from behind the curtains. He was dressed in a dark-green linen shirt, dark-brown leather breeches with long knit stockings that extended up under his breeches, and a sleeveless dark-brown leather jacket. "In our search for religious freedom, we Pilgrims fled from England to Holland, and then in September in the year of our Lord 1620, one hundred and two men, women and children set sail for America on a ship called the Mayflower with Captain Christopher Jones, his officers, and twenty seamen. The boat was very small and the voyage very rough. It was gale season when we set sail. For days at a time we had to lower the sails and drift through gigantic sea swells. Seams in the deck opened, spilling icy water down on us. As the journey progressed we became more and more frightened for our lives." The curtains opened, revealing the deck of a ship with canvas sails noisily flapping through the help of hidden hands behind the stage flats. Other stagehands rippled tin sheets to sound like a storm and several students were blowing into the microphone. A dozen students dressed as men and boys were swaying back and forth on the deck. Several in the audience twittered as the boys swayed in opposite directions instead of together as the ship supposedly rocked. A whisper from the director of the play, high school drama teacher Mr. Jean Poulette, quickly had everyone swaying in unison. "Captain, the main beam has buckled and cracked," announced one of the sailors running onto the stage. "Some of the men are saying it is time to turn back." "We have a strong ship," replied Captain Christopher Jones, played by fifteen-year-old Howard Miller. He slipped his hand in the vest of his ship captain's uniform in what he figured was a Napoleon-like pose. "It is water tight, and the beam can be repaired. There is no need to turn back." "Aye, we have suffered too much to turn back now," agreed John Carver amongst the murmur of agreement of the other Pilgrims on stage, including his twelve-year-old servant William Latham and twenty-one-year-old servant John Howland standing on either side of him. "It is God's test of our faith and courage," observed Reverend Elder William Brewster, his long blond hair powdered grey to reflect his age. At fifty-four, he was the eldest Pilgrim to make the crossing. "But we will make it with honest work and prayer." The others all murmured agreement, fortunately loud enough to hide the snickering of his two sons. Bobby and Benny glanced over at Love and Wrestling, whom they had conjured back for this evening and whom only the four brothers could see and hear. As Reverend Elder William Brewster dropped to his knees, those playing the Pilgrims joined him. Joining the sailors in making fun of their pious passengers, Love and Wrestling stuck out their tongues at their supposed father and gave him the finger, a gesture they had learned from their descendants and which made the visible play Love and Wrestling giggle and receive a glare from the director. "No matter how hard it gets, we will keep going," observed young Samuel Fuller the Second, who would have been twelve during the crossing. He was played by fifteen-year-old Wally Bingham who easily looked twelve years of age with his fine features, wig and rouged cheeks. He was kneeling directly before Captain Christopher Jones, his head level with the boy's crotch. Back in February Howard Miller had been one of the boys Wally had blown in the boy's washroom in his drug driven lust, the result of the bully having been shot with one of Cupid's arrows. It had been an experience that in one day had changed him from being the school bully to being the school queen. "Aye, it will be hard, but we will make it," agreed Captain Jones, glancing down at his classmate on his knees in front of him. His mind flashed back nine months earlier, the Monday after Valentines, when he and Wally had been in exactly the same position in the end stall in the boys' washroom. That had been the first blow job he'd ever received, but certainly not the last. The Captain shuffled uncomfortably, wishing he'd never thought that thought as his dick began to stir. The more he tried not to think of that, to his horror the faster he began to stiffen. As Samuel Fuller the Second looked up at the captain, the boy saw that far away look and had a good idea what the captain was thinking. He glanced down at the captain's cotton breeches. The tent that was forming was evidence that he was right. As his own dick began to stir, Samuel Fuller quickly glanced away and tried to think of something else, but it was too hard. In no time so was he. He quickly dropped his hands in front of his crotch, and it was not in prayer. He noticed the captain drop his hands too. Shit, of all the times for the two of them to get woodies! Samuel Fuller glanced about slowly, hoping nobody had noticed as he turned a bright red. Two young, buxom maidens stepped out onto the stage. The younger woman's dress was a bright red and the older woman's a dark green. Both had a stomacher of pale orange and full skirts that reached down to their ankles. Both wore a laced bodice over which they wore waistcoats and hooded cloaks. Captain Jones welcomed the distraction and he concentrated intently on their lines in a desperate attempt to will away the swelling between his legs. "Desire," you should not be out on deck, John Carter said worriedly as he got to his feet and rushed over to his teenage servant, being played by the Brewster's sixteen-year-old neighbour, the buxom and highly sought-after Cheryl. "She was feeling ill," observed the older woman in the green dress helping her. "We figured the fresh breeze might help." "That is very thoughtful of you, dear wife," said William Brewster, leaping to his feet with amazing agility for a man of fifty-four and approaching his wife. He put his arm about her and squeezed her butt. His wife flashed him a dirty look and drew away, but he quickly stepped up beside her and squeezed again. His move was hidden from the audience, but quite evident to those on stage, and several of Brent's classmates smiled enviously. "Many of the women and children are sick," observed John Howland. "Ohh," groaned young Desire. As she dropped to her knees in a swoon, her bodice, which had fit very well in rehearsals but had mysteriously become very loose this evening, opened to reveal that she might be sickly, but she was also stacked. Several of the Pilgrim men and boys quickly stepped forward to offer their help and to see that she was all right. Brent and Benny exchanged smiles. Love's idea of ripping the seams of her bodice along the sides had worked perfectly, just as it had three-hundred and seventy-six years ago. As she groaned again and bent forward, all the men leaned forward to offer assistance. Young Wrestling Brewster leaned over the rail and pretended to be ill. It was most realistic, and those who were in the audience who knew Bobby had to wonder if it was an act or if he really was upchucking. Richard More, the young Brewster servant, quickly stepped up beside his master and followed suit. Having been warned about the Brewster brothers, Mr. Jean Poulette watched the two boys closely. They were supposed to play sick, but the vomiting was purely adlibbed. He had to admit it was effective. It definitely was turning many of the players green, which was not a bad thing provided the boys soon stopped. "It is hard sleeping on the bare boards of the ship," observed one of the men. "It is hard," agreed Samuel the Second with a wistful look, his hands still strategically crossed in front of his crotch. "Especially laying on bare broads boards," commented one of the Pilgrim men standing beside Desire and looking down at her, but not with Puritan concern. The boy immediately turned pink and several in the audience besides his classmates on stage twittered, which caused him to flush even more. Desire Minter gave him a cold look as she tried to adjust her bodice, which only drew more attention to her. Fortunately for the boy a sudden squall was scheduled after his line and John Howland was swept off the deck. Everyone hurried to the railing, and after some commotion, a drenched John Howland was hauled back aboard the ship. By some miracle he'd manage to grab a hold of one of the topsail halyards. Hauling him back onboard had been an opportune time for Cheryl to carefully stand up without further revealing herself, but for poor Samuel Fuller the Second, Harry Schwartz's soaked breeches revealed just how well hung the seventeen-year-old football player was. Samuel Fuller the Second glanced down fearfully as he felt his stiff dick begin to ooze pre- cum. If it soaked through his cotton breeches, he'd never hear the end of it! He glanced out at the audience in an attempt to distract his mind. Seeing the hundreds of faces staring back up at him while his stiff dick leaked pre-cum was a mistake. 'Oh God,' he sighed to himself, 'let me die.' Meanwhile in one of the meeting rooms in the community hall, Scott and Solomon had the task of looking after the younger turkeys who would be performing later in the play. The two boys were bored, and they were beginning to discover that the feathered costumes were hot. Besides that, they had a desperate need to scratch where proper boys did not scratch in public. They quickly found even if they had wanted to scratch, they couldn't with their arms and hands inside the costumes' wings. At first they had tried to ignore it, but the more they tried to do that the more desperate the need became. Finally they could stand it no longer and catching the attention of one of the teachers supervising the halls, they asked her to unzip their costumes. Much to their dismay, they found the zippers had become caught in the lining and could not be opened without the risk of ripping the costume, which the teacher was not about to do. As their bodies got hotter and hotter and their balls itchier and itchier, they finally sidled up to one of the metal chairs or anything else available when nobody was looking and rubbed their crotches against it. What they did not know was that they were being watched. Love or Wrestling was popping in to keep an eye on the two boys and to report back to their newfound relations. The play and their plans for Scott and Solomon were off to a great start and the Brewster brothers could barely restrain themselves they were so giddy with excitement. At the end of the first act, the grade one class lined up outside the curtain and recited some of their Thanksgiving songs while behind the curtain the scene for act two was being set up. Once again the hall darkened and the spotlight focussed on Captain Christopher Jones as he stepped out from behind the curtain, thankful that the fear of speaking to a hall full of people had caused him to lose his wood. "It was a difficult crossing, but three months later the Mayflower arrived at Cape Cod. Finding there was too many Indians and not enough fresh water, we headed for Thievish Harbor, but being unable to find it, we continued on to Plymouth in the chill month of December. It was there that we spent our first winter in the new land." The scene opened on a room below deck with many of the Pilgrims laying on fold-up cots and lounge chairs covered with blankets. "I did not expect to be spending the winter aboard the ship," observed Miles Standish, wearing a tri-corner military cap and vest and his long blond hair done in a ponytail. "Nor did I expect my ship to become a hospital," observed Captain Jones. Two Pilgrims walked on stage carrying a stretcher with a body under the sheets. "Another?" "Yes," observed one of the men. "We are losing two or three people a day. Of the eighteen married women, there are only ten remaining, and most of those are sickly." A groan came from one of the beds where William Brewster sat with his bedridden wife and two sons. "There, there, my dear," he consoled, mopping her supposedly perspiring head with one hand, and coping a feel of her chest under the blanket with the other. His wife squirmed and twisted in protest, and her husband smiled down at her kindly. "Now, now, dear, try to rest calmly. I know you are worried about me and our children," he adlibbed. 'A very effective touch,' thought Jean Poulette. He did not understand what all the fuss had been when he'd discovered the school district had four students with the same name as one of the Pilgrim families and had suggested the brothers have a staring role in the pageant. They were nowhere near as bad as he'd been lead to believe. On the contrary, they were proving to be a great asset to the production. "Scurvy, pneumonia, typhus," observed Samuel Fuller, the company's doctor, "we are besieged by all manners of diseases for which I have no cures." He glanced down at the boy on the cot beside him. "Even my poor brother and his wife have died this winter, and now my nephew has a burning fever and I have no idea how to help him." Samuel Fuller the second, who had managed to get rid of his erection also, looked up at his uncle plaintively from the bunk where he lay. As he felt a hand grope his crotch, he quickly looked down in surprise but there was nothing there. Deciding his mind was playing cruel tricks on him, he glanced up at his uncle again only to feel himself being groped again. Although he could definitely feel a fist wrapped about his privates, when he glanced down he could see nothing. What he had no way of knowing was that the real Wrestling Brewster was mischievously grasping his cock through the fabric of his costume. His uncle, being played by Sam Aldin, the very first boy he'd sucked off in the washroom back in February, also felt someone groping him, and like his nephew, when he looked down he could not see anything despite the very real feeling. All he could figure was that it was the cotton breeches, little aware that the cause was the real Love Brewster grasping his basket. The two brothers had been told all about the Valentine's caper, and the mischievous boys grinned at each other as they groped their poor victims and felt their pricks begin to respond. This was marvellous fun. "I don't know the cause of these illnesses," said William Brewster as he gave his wife's breast another feel, "but I would give all my belongings for some fresh vegetables right now." "How about a pair of melons?" whispered his youngest son impishly. "I'd love a fruit right now," observed the play Love Brewster, substituting "fruit" for "apple" in his line. He glanced over at his ancestor and winked and then stared intently at Samuel Fuller the Second. His words, and the meaning, did not go unnoticed by the boys on stage. "Oh yeah, I'd love a hot . . . ah . . . a fresh piece of fruit," adlibbed the play Wrestling. "A fruit would really make me feel sooo good," sighed the play Love, now also adlibbing. He reached down and groped himself out of sight of the audience and the play director, who was frantically trying to get the boys' attention, but making sure the two Samuels saw him. "Our life is hard," observed the doctor . "And so are you," giggled the play Wrestling Brewster just below a stage whisper. "Ah, and, ah, but it is good to be in this new land," Samuel Fuller stammered as he began to flush a bright red. "Has to be hard to be good," observed the play Love Brewster, quoting a joke he'd heard in school in a whisper as his dad gave his mom another loving squeeze in her sick bed and the doctor held his medicine bag in front of his crotch. Samuel, certain his face was bright enough to light up the entire stage, desperately concentrated on his next line. Meanwhile his nephew was thankful he was under the blanket as he glanced down to be sure it was not tenting out as high as it felt it was. The two boys could not help but fumble their next lines, and as their stiff cocks tented out their breeches, they had never felt so embarrassed in all their life. Back stage, Scott and Solomon were also fidgeting uncomfortably. They could not understand why, but their nuts, hot and sweaty in the costumes, were itching like they never had before. All they could figure out was that it had to be the material the costumes were made of, although that didn't explain why none of the others were having the same problem. What neither knew was that the Brewster brothers had copied another trick of their ancestors, one that Love and Wrestling had played on several of the prominent church fathers, including their own father. When the brothers had approached Scott and Solomon and yanked down their gaunches, what they were really doing was dropping a handful of fine hair clippings in their underwear. At the next scene break, several band students entertained the audience with some old fashioned fiddle music. Then Captain Miles Standish, resplendent in his waistcoat and breeches and carrying his musket, stepped out from behind the curtains to introduce the third act. "It was a long hard winter," he began. Behind the curtain the two Love Brewsters glanced at each other and mouthed "prick" in place of winter and then burst out giggling. "Many of the new settlers died. However, the pioneers had a brave and courageous spirit. Now living nearby was the Wampanoag tribe in the communities of Mashpee, (again there was giggling behind the curtain) Gay Head (the giggling became loud enough for the first several rows of the audience to hear, and those children there who were old enough to understand the reason for the giggling also snickered), and Herring Pond." "Yuck," someone observed behind the curtain, followed by a loud "hussssh" from the director. "Besides food, clothing and some pieces of furniture, the Pilgrims had taken along a supply of seeds, garden tools, saws, axes, hammers, gunpowder, and firearms. They also brought barrels of bright cloth, beads, knives and small mirrors to trade with the Indians. Two Indians, Samoset and Squanto, who had lived in England and had learned to speak English, approached the colony in the spring." The curtain parted to show a number of the Pilgrim men and the two Indians in a field. Squanto was being played by William, the skinny honour student who had made out with Joe, the football jock, back in February. Finding out William was auditioning to be Squanto, Joe had auditioned and been selected for the role of Samoset. The two boys were wearing their hair combed up to form a crest running from front to back and had a fake eagle feather tucked in it. They were only wearing loincloths. Every girl in the hall, on stage and in the audience, a number of the women, and even a few men and boys strained forward to have a good look at the muscular football player. Joe and William did not notice. Unbeknownst to everyone except the Brewster twins, ever since February the two boys had eyes only for each other. The two Indians showed the Pilgrims how to plant corn, which wild herbs and berries were safe to eat, and how to fish. The smaller Pilgrim children played by the grade one and two classes pulled weeds in the garden and went into the forest to gather berries and pick up kindling wood. Pilgrim men and older boys were sawing and splitting wood for building houses and heading out to fish and hunt. In front of a house front on the left of the stage girls were spinning, weaving, pounding corn into meal, and making soap and candles. The play had actually been three acts originally. It had been the Brewster brothers who had suggested most of the content for this scene, based of course on the things they had learned from Love and Wrestling. They had even written some of the dialogue. Now as Jean Poulette watched the boys pretend to whittle toys out of wood, and the girls playing with dolls made out of rags, corn husks, and pine cones, he had to admit the depiction of the daily life of the early Pilgrims added a lot to the play. He began to make plans to have the Brewster boys star in the Christmas play next month. At the end of act three, the turkeys entertained the audience with several songs and dances. Their two chaperones performed a dance of their own, the two boys now very definitely agitated. They were perspiring profusely, and their privates were itching like they had been exposed to poison ivy. Act four was introduced by William Bradford, who had become governor upon the death of John Carver before the first Thanksgiving. He was played by Billy Graham, the first of the group of grade nine students who had been shot with one of Cupid's arrows causing him to fuck their gym teacher back in February. He was fifteen now, a high school student and gaining a reputation for being a real stud with the girls. "We begin now to gather in our small harvest, and to fix up our dwellings for winter, those fifty-one of us who have survived now well recovered in health and strength and having all things in good plenty. All the summer there was no want which has made many write so largely of their plenty here to their friends in England. There is much to celebrate and to be thankful for." The curtains parted to show the village painted on flats. In the centre of the stage were rows of tables and benches. The young children, including the play and real Wrestling, entered with the older girls and the women with their arms loaded with corn. "We have had a fine harvest this fall, Mother," said one of the girls. "Yes, thanks to our Indian neighbours we will be able to supplement our grain with this fine Indian corn." "We are fortunate they showed us how to plant this new crop," said Wrestling Brewster. As he spun around with one of the larger ears, he "accidentally" goosed one of the girls bending over to empty her basket with it. The two Wrestling's giggled as she let out a "whoop" and quickly straightened up. Whispering his apology, he turned and accidentally goosed his mother. She was seriously beginning to dislike the Brewster brothers. Meanwhile, hidden behind the actors, the real Wrestling picked up an ear and proceeded to goose the six-year-old playing Resolved White. Spinning around, the boy was surprised to see an ear on the floor and nobody behind him. As the boy bent over to pick it up, the real Wrestling took the opportunity to grab his butt. Love Brewster, accompanied by the real Love and his servant Richard More entered, the boys carrying something in their stocking caps. "Look, Mother," Love said excitedly. "Look at all the nuts we have gathered in the forest." "That's nice dear," she said somewhat coldly for a mother, especially on Thanksgiving. She was not trusting any of the brothers. "Wow, you sure got lovely nuts," Wrestling said loudly, adlibbing as he stepped over to his brother. With his back to the audience, he gave his brother a playful grope. Several of the younger boys on stage and behind the wings snickered, thinking only they knew the double meaning of the statement. Jean Poulette glared at the boys on the stage. "Yeah, they will be great roasting in the fire," observed Love, also adlibbing and causing the boys to snicker even more. "And you should see Richard's," he added as he looked over at his servant boy. "He's got a couple huge ones." The boys behind the scenes cracked up, much to the consternation of the stage director. The boys' natural enthusiasm was a great touch, but he had his first suspicion of the evening that perhaps the warnings about the Brewster boys were not totally wrong. The boys were young, but they had to know the double meaning of their words. "Ah," said the new governor, "here are our Indian friends now." The Indian Chief, Massasoit, with six of his braves, including Squanto and Samoset, and his two young sons entered. Each pair of braves was carrying a deer carcass made of plywood. Besides his loincloth, Chief Massasoit, played by Cole Bentley, was wearing moccasins, leggings, and a deerskin mantle over his shoulders. While the braves where putting down their deer carcasses, one of them got caught up on the long skirt of one of the women. Chief Massasoit quickly bent over to untangle it, giving the real Wrestling Brewster an excellent opportunity to flip up the back of the chief's loincloth. Several men in the audience gasped at the sight of that naked backside before the boy managed to flip the cloth back down. Any remaining doubts that what they'd seen was the same backside as they'd found conveniently exposed and waiting for them in Murray Park last Easter were quickly eliminated as the blushing teenager on the stage and the bright pink bunny in the park merged into one. Those men who had taken advantage of the bound bunny that Easter Sunday didn't pay much attention to the ensuing conversation between the chief and the Governor, nor did they notice the arrival of the Indian women and the conversation they had with the other settlers. Cole Bentley was a handsome young man who had just recently turned seventeen. Like his portly father, Reverend Bentley, he was a bit on the chubby side, but that only made him more desirable as far as the men were concerned, especially in his deerskin leggings and with his smooth, bare chest and his fake crest of hair with eagle feathers stuck in it. Those who had experienced him in the park shifted uncomfortably in their seats and tried to discretely rearrange what was swelling in their trousers. Captain Miles Standish arrived with several members of the Pilgrim army, followed by several of the men settlers carrying nets and baskets of fake fish. "The ocean has been plentiful also this fall," said Edward Winslow, played by seventeen- year-old Mark Fording, who had been seen engaging in anal sex with his girlfriend over a year ago by his twelve-year-old brother, Justin, and the Brewster brothers. As he put down the basket on the table, he knocked the basket of nuts over, spilling the contents on the floor. Cheryl being the closest, squatted down to pick them up and her bodice immediately opened up. Edward Winslow and several of the other fishermen quickly bent over to help. "Nice cod," observed Love Brewster as he coped a feel of Edward Winslow's dick, which he knew from having spied on him was a nice size. "And bass," said Wrestling Brewster, grabbing the boy's butt as he thought back to watching the teenager humping his girl's ass. Edward Winslow glared at the two boys as Francis Billington, Samuel Fuller the Second, and William Latham returned at that moment from their hunting expedition carrying wild turkeys, actually dead domestic birds courtesy of Packwell Poultry Farms. Adding their bounty to the table, they knocked the pile of corn on the floor. Desire, figuring it would be safer, bent over to pick them up instead of squatting. As her big boobs popped out of the loose bodice, the men quickly surrounded her to hide what had happened from the audience. By the time the corn was picked up and Cheryl's bodice was back in place, more than a few of the boys had erections, and for the Indian braves, that was a major problem. They all stood there awkwardly with their hands clasped before them as if they were praying. During the ensuing conversation, Love and Wrestling joyfully slipped from one character to the next checking out who had boners in their cotton breeches and under their loincloths and who did not, and coping feels of the butts of the boys and the girls with equal delight. In the confusion, the modern-day Love Brewster impishly coped a few feels of the chief's son Wamsutta, being played by his buddy Justin, and the modern-day Wrestling Brewster similarly took the opportunity to playfully slip his hand under the loin cloth of the younger son of the chief, Metacom, played by his best buddy Aaron. As the play drew to a close with the assorted cast stating their thanks on that first Thanksgiving, many of the teenage boys were silently giving thanks that the play was almost over and that they had no or few lines left. Even though every one of them was mortally embarrassed, the sight of Desire Minter's big boobs peeking out of her bodice and knowing at least some of the others had boners kept their young teenage flesh up. For the young gay lovers Squanto and Samoset, their nearly naked bodies and evident arousal had them thinking very un-Puritan thoughts. When the occasional boy did start to soften, a sudden grope or a goose, which they could only attribute to as a mysterious draft or a vivid imagination, brought their dicks back up in a flash. When the Reverend Elder Brewster lead them in blessing the food, everyone readily and gratefully clasped their hands before their crotches. Love Brewster, having been sporting his own erection for most of the play, stepped up behind young Samuel Fuller the Second. Pressing his groin up against the boy's cotton knee breeches, he began to gyrate his hip. Knowing there was nobody behind him, young Wally assumed that his cotton breeches had simply become wedged between his asscheeks. The feeling, and knowing that many of the boys around him were sporting erections, many of which he'd sucked over the past nine months, was too much for the horny teenager. With a shudder and a sigh, he creamed his breeches in the middle of the Reverend Brewster's prayer and standing there before a packed community hall, including his mom and dad. His face was so red and felt so hot he was sure it could be seen from the back of the hall. The Brewster brothers knew what Love had done of course, and the effect it had had on Samuel Fuller the Second. They also watched with amusement as Wrestling stepped up to Edward Winslow and slipped his hand between the boys clasped hands and his cotton breeches. As the seventeen-year-old boy felt the invisible fingers grasp his seven inches of stiff aching cock, like Samuel, he assumed his breeches were wedging on him and he pressed his hand against his body in an attempt to push the cotton down. That, of course did not work, and between Wrestling's warm hands and rapid stroking and being unable to shake the memory of Desire's boobs popping out of her bodice, the horny teenager also erupted. He quivered as his hot, copious teen cum squirted out of his cock and flooded over his stomach. The virile young seventeen-year-old had had some violent ejaculations in the past, but this had to be the most violent and most pleasurable of them all. As he closed his eyes and sighed with the pleasure washing over him, he was suddenly aware of the total silence. Slowing opening his eyes, he found everyone on stage staring at him. In his foggy mind he could hear Jean Poulette whispering, "And so a new custom. . . ." Edward Winslow stepped up to the front of the stage, hands clasped before his crotch. "A-a-and s-s-s-so a new custom was b b-born: a-a-a special day of both p-p-prayer and feasting, celebrated in family groups, and proclaimed annually by the Governor in thanks for general well- being and a successful harvest. Thanksgiving will always be a time for appreciating your friends and family, your home, your community and your country," he concluded. He stared out at the audience of more than six hundred people, at the standing and applauding crowd of friends, neighbours and relatives as his warm juice trickled over his tight nuts and down the inside of his thigh and soaked into his cotton breeches. As his fellow actors stepped up to join him and those on each side grabbed a hand and raised them in salute to the audience, he prayed that the wet spot between his legs was not as noticeable as it felt.