Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 15:32:13 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "A Brewster Thanksgiving - Part 3" (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 Three: Thanksgiving Feast As the curtain closed for the last time, everyone hurried to the change rooms. At least half of the boys grabbed their clothes and headed to the washroom stalls to change, not because of any modesty, but because they were still sporting erections. As they stood there with their clothes held in front of them waiting for a stall to become empty, they prayed that nobody would notice their problem. As they shifted from foot to foot, their cum now feeling uncomfortably cold and wet, Wally and Mark were certain everyone had to be able to smell their spilt semen. That of course was a foolish fear. The aroma of the feast that was awaiting them had filtered through the entire hall. That, and the anticipation of the deserts they had spotted in the community kitchen, had everybody's mouth watering and helped to distract and soften even the horniest of the boys. "Hey, what is with you two," asked Cole Bentley, addressing Solomon and Scott as he dropped off his costume in the change room. "You like your costumes or something?" "The freaking zippers are stuck or something." "Yeah. Someone help us here." "Ha, leave Scott in until I get my plate of food," someone called out, and the others laughed. "Yeah, we want to be sure to get something to eat," giggled another. "What about me?" asked Solomon. "Hey, you need help?" asked Brent as he slipped up to the boy. "I'll help you. You look hot in that costume." "Never mind," said Solomon as he quickly backed away. He might have been new to the community and only twelve, but he knew the reputation of the Brewster brothers, and being the only black boy in the school, he knew why they had a special interest in him. "Suit yourself," said Brent. "Get it, SUIT yourself." The boys around him giggled and high-fived. Soon Scott and Solomon were the only two left in the change room. Having no choice, they headed for the door to get help, only to find to their surprise that someone had removed the doorknob. There was no way that they were going to get out, and with the music and excited conversation in the main hall, nobody was going to hear the muted pounding of their wings against the door or the muffled calls for help through their masks. While the two boys were desperately trying to attract someone's attention, the cast and audience were loading up their plates and were beginning to stuff themselves. The ladies of the community had gone all out. There were steaming pots of barley soup, vegetable soup and pumpkin-apple soup. You could choose to have mashed potatoes, scalloped potatoes, or baked potatoes or even all three. There was green salad, bean salad, cucumber and tomato salad, seafood salad and salads that were a mystery to everyone. You could have Harvest Muffins, Dutch bread or sour dough buns. They had prepared New England Squash Pie, snow peas, corn on the cob, and dilled baby carrots. There were pickled beets, pickled onions, pickled pigs feet, and baby dills. And of course there were heaping platters of carved turkey with every manner of stuffing you could possibly want and heaping bowls of cranberries. Then, if you had room for dessert, you could have fresh apples, apple pie, apple crumbly, a wheat pudding by the name of furmenty, or of course several types of pumpkin pie. "That whov fuff greate funne!" observed Love, looking like a chipmunk with his cheeks stuffed full. "Aye, I've never hade so much funne!" agreed Wrestling, preparing to bite into his third buttered corn on the cob. "Well, there was the time we went in the forest collecting nuts with the Billington boys," said Love. "Oh yes. They brought along a flaske of choke cherry wine, and before long, we were really collecting nuts, hot sweaty ones," observed his younger brother with a giggle, his chin and lips dripping with butter. Love took a long draught from his glass and let out a resounding burp, much to the amusement of the six Brewsters. "What mannere of drinke is this anyway?" "Root beer." "Beer?" the boys said, their eyes widening and lips curling into a bright grin. "Not that kind of beer," giggled Bobby. "This is a soda pop." "It is fizzy," observed Love. "And sweet," added Wrestling. "Yeah, it's got sugar." "I love anything sweet," said Wrestling. "Especially if it is covered with molasses," observed Love with a knowing smile. "Oh yeah," giggled his younger brother. "Did we tell you the time Richard was sound asleep and we lifted his night shirt," began Wrestling, and the six boys' heads pressed together as he continued his tale in a whisper. "You boys are certainly in high spirits," commented their father as they burst into hysterical giggling. "Well, yeah," agreed Brent. "I think the spirits are on a high, a sugar high." The boys giggled and the six of them high-fived. Barry Brewster had no idea what his son had meant, but decided to leave well enough alone. "Hey, I think we had better go see our turkeys," said Brett. "You guys wanna join us?" "Naw, that's your funne," said Love. "We've never had a chance like this to eavesdrop on the adults' conversations." "Or to give them a grope without them being able to see us." "Or a goose." "Hey, that's our principal, Mr. Bayer, over there. Ya gotta give him a goose," Benny said, thinking back to Sven Bjornson the janitor giving him a good fucking with the plunger in the furnace room last February. As Love and Wrestling headed across the hall with a mischievous sparkle in their hazel eyes, the four brothers piled up their plates with desserts, took a couple ears of corn and one of the plastic containers of butter, and headed down the hallway. "Hey, how ya turkeys doin'?" asked Brent with a big grin as they stepped into the change room. "We brung ya some food," said Bobby. Scott immediately forgot how hot and anxious he was as he hungrily eyed the plates heaped with desserts. "All right," said Solomon, having accepted that he had no choice. "Help us out of these costumes." "Not til we have some fun," observed Benny. "What do you mean?" "You'll see," the twelve-year-old said with an impish grin. "So what we gonna do first?" asked Bobby. "What's the first thing Mom does to prepare the turkey?" "She pins the wings down and the legs together, so they don't come apart while the turkey's cooking I think," observed Benny, always the authority on weird and obscure information. "Okay." As the four boys approached the birds, the birds slowly backed off. The brothers increased their pace, and so did the turkeys. Soon they began to run. "Hey, this is just like the turkey chase Love told us about." "What?" gasped Scott. "You wouldn't believe it." Scott was too puffed already to respond any further. He ran as fast as his short fat legs could carry him. The twins chased him around and over the benches as Bobby and Benny chased Solomon. Unhindered and agile, the brothers easily leaped over the benches while the two turkeys, their wings flapping wildly, scrambled as best they could. It did not take the twins long to tackle and truss Scott up with the discarded long woollen Pilgrim socks, and then all four tackled and tied up Solomon. "There," announced Brent, wiping his hands. "Two turkeys all tied up and ready." "What's next?" asked Brett. "Mom cleans out the birds," said Benny. "Oh yeah, through their bumhole," said Bobby enthusiastically. "All right!" said the twins with huge smiles. "Hey, what are you doing!" called out Solomon as they grabbed him by the arms, or rather, by his wings. "You'll find out soon enough," the twins replied as they hoisted him up onto one of the folding tables. Using the laces from the bodices of some of the dresses, they soon had him tied down on his back with his legs raised and drawn back above him so his knees were by his ears. Benny slipped out of the room while his three brothers, after considerable effort hefting him up on the next table, tied Scott up in the same position. Being as chubby as he was, they had to tie his raised ankles to the legs at the other end of the table so they formed a V, it being impossible to get his knees anywhere near his ears. By this time Benny had returned, his arms loaded. "What the fuck you got?" asked Bobby. "Figured we could use this stuff," Benny said, dropping everything on the floor with a clatter. "Where'd you get all that shit?" "The caretaker's room." "Hey, scissors, good thinking." "And all this time you thought I was the brother with just the good looks." Benny's three brothers looked at each other. "No," they said in unison. "Up yours." "Naw, up theirs," said Brett, nodding at the turkeys, and the four brothers giggled. Their two captives squirmed and pulled on their restraints as the boys stepped up to their tables. They carefully cut along the seam of the costume between Scott's legs. "You're going to get in trouble for this!" he warned. "I don't think so," replied Brent, "unless you tell on us, and I don't think you'll be telling anyone anything by the time we're done." "Hey! What the heck you think you're doing!" yelled Scott as he felt the scissors cutting a slit in the back of his checkered boxers. "Exposing your poop hole, what do you think?" Bobby replied with a giggle. The boys quickly did the same to Solomon, splitting his costume along the seam between his legs, and cutting a slit in his blue jockey briefs. "I"ll get you for this," Solomon promised. "I don't think so," said Benny. "Okay, so now we gotta clean our birds out." "Soap," said Benny, bending over and picking up two plastic bottles of liquid soap. Removing the caps, Brent poured some of the liquid green soap on his index finger and dabbed it on Solomon's black pucker while Brett did the same to Scott. "You bugger," sputtered Solomon. "You some sort of pervert?" "Yeah," agreed Scott, his quivering voice belying his pretense of courage in supporting the boy spread out on his back beside him. He had no idea what the boys were up to, but he knew whatever it was he was not going to like it. "Oh yeah, Brent's some sort of pervert all right," said Benny. "But every time someone figures out what type, he kills the person off before he can tell us what type." The boy's would have hooted and high-fived had Scott's mask not hidden how white he suddenly became. Of all the kids in school, why had he bullied and teased Benny and Bobby? He held his breath as he felt the top of the plastic bottle being inserted in his soaped asshole, and he squirmed with the strange feeling of the liquid soap being squeezed into his rectum. "Water," said Bobby, picking up and handing his brothers two squirt bottles. The twins removed the soap bottles and quickly stuck the nozzles of the squirt bottles up the two boys' butts before the soap began to leak out. As they began to pump the squirt bottles, their two victims squirmed and twisted even more. By the time the two bottles were empty, the two turkeys felt as if their rectums were about to burst. At first they had been feeling very self- conscious about laying on their backs with their legs raised and butts exposed, and then they had been fuming with anger as the boys had filled their rectums. Now, as the twins removed the nozzles of the squirt bottles, the two victims clamped their anal sphincters shut tightly and their hearts pounded with fear. Suppose they were not able to hold back! "So how ya feelin'?" asked Bobby. "A little stuffed?" Their tormentors giggled and high-fived, and then holding the two pails Benny had brought under their two turkeys, the two victims were told they could empty their bowels. The two boys hesitated, but their need overcame their embarrassment, and they opened up the chutes. The four brothers snickered as the green, soapy water rushed out of the two turkeys in a torrent. Scott and Solomon were thankful that the masks hid their embarrassment as they turned a bright red. Never had they felt so humiliated. "So, what's next?" asked Brent. "Gotta stuff them," said Benny. "Oh yeah," Brent and Brett said with grins as they groped themselves. Scott and Solomon stared at the twins. They wouldn't dare! "And then cook them slowly." "Oh yeah," the twins said again, this time with an even deeper sign. "So who wants white meat and who wants dark meat?" "I like dark meat," said Brett, stepping up to Solomon. "Especially the drumstick." He reached out and ran his fingertips lightly along the inside of Solomon's thigh. "Pervert!" Solomon snorted as Brett's light caress caused a strange feeling to pass up his thigh and through his hot, sweaty groin. "Yeah," Brett said with a grin, "and the fun is just starting." He pressed harder, massaging the twelve-year-old's sensitive thigh and causing the young boy's dick to itch and ache in a way like it never had before. "Well, I like white meat," said Brent, "there's nothing as tasty as turkey breast." Ripping Scott's costume along the zipper just enough to slip in his hand, the thirteen-year-old smiled down at him as he slid his hand through the opening. "Mmmm, nice and soft and warm," he sighed as he squeezed the ten-year-old's plumb breast and gently massaged it. Scott's body was hot and sweaty inside the costume, and the older boy grinned with pleasure. He ran his fingertips over the young boy's nipple and began to tweak it. Scott squirmed and demanded the boy stop, but it only encouraged Brent all the more. Soon the boy's nipple was firm and itching, a totally new experience for young Scott, one that was not all that unpleasant to the boy's surprise. "Well, I like dark meat," said Benny. "There's nothing like a piece of hot turkey in a bun." He slipped his hot little hand in the slit they had made in the back of Solomon's costume and began to caress his hot, sweaty black butt. "Well, I like white, like the wishBONE," said Bobby, suddenly grabbing Scott in the crotch and palpitating it. "Hey!" cried out Scott. "It's nasty to touch somebody there!" "Oh?" said Bobby with a wide grin. "So who's going to stuff these two birds first?" asked Brett. "You boys ever been stuffed up the ass?" asked Brent. "Of course not!" snorted Solomon indignantly. "No way," Scott replied, his voice quivering a little with hesitation. Telling someone to stuff it was just an expression. Nobody really did that . . . or so he'd thought up until that moment. Now he was no longer so sure. Of the hundreds of kids to pick on, why had he chosen the Brewster brothers? "Then I think our younger bro's should get first crack," said Brent. "Hahahaha, get it? First CRACK!" The four brothers giggled and high-fived. "Dibs on the white," said Bobby, continuing to squeeze Scott's hot, madly itching crotch with one hand as he pulled down his fly and slipped his other hand inside to fiddle with his own cock. "Fine with me," said Benny, his hand still squeezing and massaging Solomon's ass cheek as he did the same as his younger brother. It did not take the two younger Brewsters long to get hard. Unsnapping their jeans, they pushed them down along with their underwear at the same time. Their cocks, both uncut, were standing at attention, Bobby's at three inches and Benny's at three and three-quarters. "Fuck, this is going to be so awesome!" said Bobby. "I don't think there's anything hotter than having somebody's cherry." "You're gonna pay for this!" snarled Scott. "I don't think so," said Bobby. "But I bet you're going to like it so much that after tonight you'll pay guys to do it to ya." The four brothers exchanged glances and giggled with merriment as they high-fived once again. "Oh fuck, I bet you're gonna be so tight," sighed Benny as he stepped up to Solomon. The twelve-year-old said nothing. He'd heard that Benny Brewster was some sort of sex maniac, but he had just assumed the boy was interested in girls. He could not believe the boy was about to screw his ass. If word ever got out about that he'd die! "You want to use some soap for lube?" asked Brett. "Hand me that tub of butter." Taking the plastic container, Benny removed the lid and then holding it between his legs with his left hand, he pushed his erection down with the right, pushing it into the butter. His hot cock easily sliced into it. Stepping back up to his hogtied captive, he held his buttered wiener at the base as Brent pulled apart Solomon's cheeks, revealing the black boy's tight, jet black pucker. Benny's hot, pink tool pressed against the boy's resisting hole and the slender buttered dick easily forced open Solomon's sphincter. Taking his cue from his older brother's lead, Bobby similarly jabbed his little pricklet into the tub of butter, and then as Brett held apart Scott's fat ass cheeks, the ten-year-old similarly penetrated his classmate. "Oh fuck, Scott, your big hot ass feels great," he sighed as he eased his cock up the boy's rectum until his naked pubes were pressed against the boy's feathery butt. The two Brewster brothers began to rock back and forth, rhythmically fucking the two turkeys spread out on their backs with their legs spread and raised. They eased their young boy cocks in and out of the hot, virgin holes, and as they swayed in unison they grinned down at the two trussed up turkeys. This was truly sweet revenge after all the teasing and bullying they had received from the two. They worked faster and faster, concerned only for the pleasure that was rippling through their stiff pricklets. Brent and Brett leaned back, and eyed the deserts they had brought. They each picked up a large slice of cherry pie with their hands, having forgotten to bring forks, and began to eat as they watched their younger brothers get off. Despite all the teasing and insults, the twins loved their two younger brothers, and it was hot watching them fucking the two boys, their pants and underwear about their ankles and their pink asses bobbing back and forth. Scott and Solomon were experiencing a mixture of feelings. First, they were mortified. They were being fucked by their two classmates. The boys had actually shoved their dicks up their assholes. If having their butts exposed and fucked was not embarrassing enough, they were being watched by the twins. They felt ashamed, and angry. At the same time the sensation of the hot, stiff cocks easing in and out of them was not unpleasant. In fact, they hated to admit it, and were sure there was some explanation because only fags could possibly feel that way, but having the hard, hot little pricks easing in and out of their asses was stimulating, and the harder the boys did it the better it was feeling. Before long, their assholes were beginning to itch just as badly as their crotches in a way that was both painful and pleasant. Bobby and Benny's dicks were also itching, and they worked them in and out of the two hot, moist holes eagerly, knowing the relief that they would soon feel. It was not the first time either had fucked ass, but it was the first time they'd had a classmate's cherry, and that was especially hot. It was not long before both boys were gasping and grunting with their dry orgasms. As they eased their cocks out and stepped back, they were immediately replaced by their two brothers, the twins having already pushed their jeans and boxers half way down their thighs. The twins, only a week away from their fourteenth birthdays and sporting five-inch erections, eagerly shoved their hot cocks into the tub of butter, and then just as eagerly shoved them up the butts of the two boys. Although thicker than their two younger brothers, their cocks easily eased into the bound boys after being screwed by the two younger boys. The twins grasped the rumps of their two captives as they began to ease their hot, young cocks in and out of them, Brett having chosen Solomon and Brent having chosen Scott. The boys' slightly longer cocks struck the two younger boys sensitive prostates as they lunged forward, causing still another new sensation to ripple through the two turkeys. The boys were already feeling desperate, and having their prostates massaged by the dicks of the two hot teenagers only added to their horniness. Between the pangs of arousal shooting from their prostates to their cocks, the itchiness of their naked crotches, and the sweat trickling down around their balls and down their asscracks, the boys began to squirm out of control, much to the amusement of the Brewster brothers. The two turkeys were on the verge of their own orgasms when the twins began pumping them full of hot teen cum, the first to ever enter their young bodies. "Ahhh," sighed Brett as he withdrew his stiff cock. "That was fantastic." "You know," observed Bobby, finishing off a butter tart. "I was thinking. I sortta like dark meat too." "And I was thinking I should try white just to be sure," said Benny with a grin as he wiped the syrupy apple filling off his lips with the back of his hand. The two brothers easily got themselves stiff again, and with the two bound boys having already been fucked twice and with their rectums filled with the twins' slippery cum, it was easy for the two younger boys to penetrate them. "What do you think?" asked Bobby as worked his hips to and fro. "White or dark?" "Dunno," said Benny with a grin. "Might have to try the dark again after." "Right on," said Brent as he reached for a slice of pumpkin pie, and the four brothers giggled. Solomon lay there in a numb daze. He was being fucked now for the third time, this time by a ten-year-old. Even though his dick was the smallest, he could feel the little hard bone easing in and out of his body. By this time his own dick was stiff, and he was thankful at least that the Brewster boys were not able to tell with his feathered costume. He could only imagine the things that they might do if they knew. He'd had a stiff cock before, but only because he'd had to pee, and it had never been this stiff, or aching this badly to be touched. It was a totally new experience, and not an unpleasant one, a fact that perplexed the innocent boy. Chubby Scott was just as perplexed. He'd told others to shove it plenty of times, and had always considered the idea as disgusting. He certainly had not considered having a guy shove his wiener up his butt as being pleasant, yet what he was feeling was very definitely pleasant. So was the sensation of having his swollen cockhead brushing against his costume. Each time Benny shoved forward, it caused the ten-year-old's body to slide forward and his cock to brush against the inside of the costume, and each time Benny drew back, Scott's own body eased back, drawing his cock back along the costume. When Benny finally shuddered with his orgasm and a few minutes later drew out for the last time, Scott was disappointed that it was over. His disappointment did not last long. Brent and Brett had decided to do it a second time also, and also to switch boys. For Scott, and for Solomon, it was just like the first time with the two thirteen-year-olds. Neither could tell the twins apart. They looked identical, right down to their uncut five-inch cocks, huge balls and fine blond bushes. For the twins, it was very different. Brett grasped the fat ten-year-old's butt and enjoyed the sensation of his hot, tight ass gripping his cock. He could not see the boy's face in the costume, but from the way his butt was squeezing onto his bone, he knew that the ten-year-old was enjoying what was now his fourth fucking for the night. Brent was enjoying himself also. He'd had many pleasant jack off sessions imagining what it would be like to fuck this new boy on the block, and it was even greater than he had imagined. As he eased his five inches in and out of Solomon's black butt, he could hear the black boy's breath growing louder and deeper with each shove, and he knew the boy had to be approaching his own orgasm. Brent smiled, knowing exactly how the boy was feeling. Having cum not that long ago, it took the two boys a bit longer before they emptied their nuts into their partners, Brent's cum mixing with the previous deposit by his twin brother and vice versa. "So, how you turkeys feeling now?" asked Bobby. "Stuffed?" asked Benny with a giggle. "Over cooked?" asked Brett. "Maybe our turkeys feel goosed," suggested Brent, and the four brothers laughed and high-fived. "Hey, before we quit, maybe we should give these two a corn stuffing," observed Brett. He picked up a cob of corn and grinned at his brothers. "Yeah, hot buttered corn stuffing," agreed his twin. "Actually, I'd like to try that wishBONE before we quit," said Bobby. "White or dark?" asked Benny. "You take the dark, I'll take the white." "Cool." Cutting slits in their costumes at their crotches, the two younger Brewsters slipped their fingers though the slits, and through the flaps of the boy's hot, sweaty underwear. "Hey, my turkey has a bone!" exclaimed Bobby. "Mine too!" observed Brent. "A nice big, hot, sweaty bone." The two brothers eased the boy's cocks, and then their balls, out through the slits. The four brothers stepped back to admire their birds, laying there flat on their backs, their wings tied to their sides and their legs raised up in the air and spread apart. Their stiff cocks, Scott's cut, three-and-a-half-inch thick stump and plump pink balls and Solomon's four-and-a-half-inch, black sausage and dark wrinkled ball sack looking strangely out of place with the background of turkey feathers. The twins stepped forward with their buttered cobs. Having been fucked four times, the boys' holes already felt stretched, and they had to only stretch a bit more for the two cobs of corn. The butter and tapered ends made it easy to insert the tips, and once wedged in the boy's buttholes, it was a simple matter to ease the ever thickening cobs up the boys' asses. As the twins began to ease the buttered cobs in and out of the two boys, Brent goosing Solomon and Brett doing Scott, Bobby stepped forward and wrapped his fingers about his classmate's fat stump and Benny wrapped his about his classmate's large black sausage. As they slowly began to pump their fists, the two boys thought of the many times the bullies had teased them and made their life miserable. That would never happen again after this night, not if the two bullies were wise. At first Scott and Solomon were embarrassed at having their privates exposed, especially in those conditions, but exposing their hot, sweaty, itching balls to the air felt good, and having their hard, hot pricks being pumped felt even better. Both boys had fiddled with themselves before, but this was totally different. In a way it was weird having someone else's hand wrapped about that most private and most sensitive part of your body, and in a way it was shameful, but more than anything else, it felt great, especially after itching for the past three hours. As Bobby paused to give his wrist a rest, Scott could not stand it. He thrust his hips upward as best he could being tied down as he was. At the same time it thrust his butt forward, impaling it on the corn cob. Brett immediately stopped, he and Bobby knowing very well what was going to happen, and they were not disappointed. In his desperation, Scott began to work his hips to and fro, pumping his stiff, aching cock in and out of Bobby's fingers, and working his butthole up and down the corn cob Brett was holding. The two boys glanced at each other and smirked knowingly, both knowing exactly how fat Scott was feeling. Brent and Benny noticed immediately, and the two brothers followed suit. Solomon did not know why Scott was squirming and thrusting so, but when the two boys stopped, he followed his impulse to keep going. Soon the boy was thrusting his body up and down on the table with equal ferocity. "Ataboy!" called Brent. "Go for it!" "Yeah, fuck my fist!" urged Benny. "Oh man, this is so fucking hot," said Bobby, his hazel eyes gleaming. "Com'on, Scott, screw your brains out!" The two boys thrust their bodies back and forth in desperation to the amusement of the four brothers. It just felt too good, and the faster they did it the better it was, easily overruling that part of their brain that was urging them to stop. Their thrashing became so violent their zippers unsnagged and their suits began to open. The Brewster boys began to push them down as Scott and Solomon continued to thrust and twist, so horny by then that they didn't pay any attention as their bonds were untied. Laying there still on their backs on the table, Scott's fat cock sticking out of his checkered boxers and Solomon's black pole sticking out of his blue jockey briefs, yellow corn cobs protruding from their assholes, the two boys humped the fingers of the two younger Brewsters while the twins anchored the corn cobs they were riding. "Agghh, ohhhh Jezzzz," gasped Scott, "ohhhhh Jeeezzzz!" His rocking became so forceful the table began to bounce on the floor. His fat body shuddered, causing his fleshy breasts and flabby thighs to quiver as he reached the first dry orgasm of his life. Solomon was also violently rocking his body, thrusting his hips back and forth as he gasped desperately for breath, the itching in his cock growing more and more until his entire body shuddered with a violent orgasm. His thighs suddenly felt so weak, and his swollen cock felt so gigantic as it pulsated rapidly and wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through his groin "All right!" cheered the four brothers. "Far fuckin' out!" cried Bobby with a grin from ear to ear. "Oh yeah, like awesome," Benny agreed. "Hot," agreed the twins. "Hey. I think someone is coming down the hall." Scott and Solomon scrambled into their jeans and shirts, not even having time to slip their dicks inside their underwear, and certainly not having time to remove the cobs stuck up their asses. "So, there you are!" exclaimed Scott's mom just as he pulled up his fly. "We've been looking all over for you." Spotting the two plates with cake and pie crumbs, she smiled. "So, snuck down here so you could snack on pastries. I should have known. Well, you deserved it after such a fine performance." "Oh yeah, both you guys put on a fu-, ah, a fine performance," said Bobby. "Didn't they guys?" "Oh yeah, it was an awesome performance," agreed his three brothers. "Well, everyone is getting ready to leave," informed Scott's mom. "Was a lot of fun guys," said Benny as the brothers headed for the door. "We should do this again sometime." "Yeah," agreed Bobby. "Sometime soon." Arriving back at the hall, they found the adults packing everything up. Their two ancestors were sitting in a corner, backs against the wall and legs spread out. "How are you guys?" "Tired as a foxe in a chicken barne," said Love. "Oh yeah," agreed his brother. "I've ever groped so many men and boys in one evening before!" "My wrist is sore from wanking so many prickes." Barry and Brenda Brewster arrived. "You boys ready to go home?" "Sure." "You'd better send us back," said Love. "Would you like to come home with us?" asked Benny. "Why, of course we would," replied Brenda, giving Brent a curious look. "No," sighed Love. "It's late, and we have chores at sunrise." "Bummer." "Pardon?" asked their father, raising his eyebrow. "Ah, well, um," said Bobby, glancing at his brothers for help. "Poor guy's so tired he don't even know what he's saying," offered Brent. "He never knows what he's saying even when he isn't tired," added Brett. "We never know what he's saying anyway," contributed Benny. "Up yours," Bobby mouthed. Love and Wrestling giggled. "Then let's get this gang home and off to bed," said Barry Brewster. "We have to do this again sometime," said Love. "You bet," whispered Benny. "Cool," said Wrestling. "Your mom and dad are really going to wonder what you're talking about if you say that when you get back," observed Brent. "Fuckin' cool," said Love and Wrestling together and all six Brewsters giggled. "Well," said Brenda Brewster as the family piled into the station wagon and headed home. "That was a fine evening." "Aye, a mightie fine evening," agreed Bobby, and his parents laughed as they glanced at their boys in the rear view mirror. "Mr. Poulette was most impressed with you boys," Brenda said proudly. "Yeah? Really?" "Yes, he especially liked the things you added to the play to make it more realistic." "Cool." "He talked to us about you boys being in the Christmas play." "Oh?" the four boys chorused. Being praised was one thing, but being considered for another play was something very different. "He said your acting was so natural." "Some of the boys seemed to have difficulty concentrating and remembering their lines," observed Barry Brewster. "And a lot of them moved about so awkwardly. As if they were stiff," said his wife. The boys glanced at each other and snorted as they tried not to laugh. "I think some of them were finding it hard," observed Benny and the four boys giggled, unable to hold back. "Well, we told him you'd be delighted to be in the Christmas play." "You did?" the four boys chorused, immediately becoming serious. "Of course." "Maybe we could do the first Pilgrim Christmas," suggested Brent, trying to find something positive about the turn of events. "Well, the research would be loads of fun," agreed Brett, thinking of the possibilities of Love and Wrestling joining them. "You boys really liked researching for the Thanksgiving play didn't you?" asked their father, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Oh yeah, we really boned up," observed Bobby and the boys all giggled again. "I think you boys have had too much sugar pastry," observed their mother. "Oh fu-, fu-, for goodness sakes yes," sputtered Bobby. "I liked the turkey the best," observed Benny. "There's nothing like turkey stuffing," chorused the twins. "I bet we could have just as much fun at a Christmas play too," noted Benny, and his three brothers all quickly agreed. Brenda and Barry glanced at each other and smiled, very proud of their four boys. They might have a streak of mischievousness in them, but they were good boys at heart. The two adults gave a silent thanks for their four blessings as they waited for the light to change. Meanwhile, in the back seat of the station wagon, the four blessings thought of Love and Wrestling and turkey fun as they reached for each other's crotches and began a game of seeing who could get who stiff the fastest.