Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2001 00:22:45
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate El Dia De Los Muertos" (t/t,t/b,b/b,m/m,incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one recently
turned twelve-year-old, one thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old
twins, who travel to Mexico with their mother, father and triplet siblings
where they learn a little about Mexican culture and a lot about hot Latino
sex from four Mexican brothers.  This story is posted at free gay adult
story sites for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not given to copy
electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or
posting at sites other than those described here.  This is the twenty-
ninth story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths series.  The boys
would like to remind their readers celebrating Dia de los Muertos that the
only bone that doesn't need a condom is a trombone, though if you are
sticking the mouthpiece in a certain place, a condom might be a good idea,
especially if you plan on playing it the traditional way later.  Comments
and future story suggestions, email addresses and pictures of hot Mexican
boys, and Day of the Dead sugar skulls, chocolate atole, and other gifts
can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

         THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE EL DIA DE LOS MUERTOS

     "Fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud, Mexico?" asked twelve-year-old Bobby
Brewster.  "Like that would be totally awesome!"
     "Yeah, wicked, Dad," agreed his older brother, thirteen-year-old
Benny.
     "Rad," agreed the twins, Brent and Brett.
     "We all could use a little break," observed the boys' mother, Brenda,
as she unbuttoned her blouse to feed little Belinda.  Almost eight months
old now, the little girl was a happy, plump little baby, and Brenda knew of
the three babies, she was going to be the most difficult to wean off breast
feeding from the eagerness with which she attacked Brenda's exposed milk
container.  Although it had become a common sight seeing their mom feeding
one or the other of the triplets, or sometimes two at a time, the four
older boys could not help but steal a glance at their mother's tit as the
little girl fastened her lips about the nipple.  At forty-one she still had
great boobs.
     "So where are we going again, Dad?" asked Benny.
     "Oaxaca City.  Originally we were supposed to meet the company CEO in
Chihuahua where their head office is, but with all the delays and changes
in plans this past month, he suggested we meet and spend the holiday with
the Vice President of the company, a Mister Lopez, or Signor I guess they
would say, and his family at Oaxaca where he heads up their branch office."
     "You were supposed to meet in a Chihuahua?" asked Bobby, his eyes
growing wide as his lips curled with a mischievous grin.
     "Would have been sort of crowded," Brett observed with a grin also.
     "And awful messy," added Benny.
     "Ewwww," chorused his three brothers as they wrinkled up their noses.
     "Chihuahua is the name of a city in Mexico," Barry explained with a
smile, knowing his boys were having a bit of fun with him.  He knew not all
fathers and sons had that type of relationship, and that he and his sons
did gave him a warm feeling deep inside.  "The dog was an ancient pet in
the area back in the time of the Toltecs, and got its name from the
region."
     "Guess if you were going to open up a branch of WeCare Pet Supplies in
Switzerland you'd meet in a Saint Bernard," Brent said with a grin as he
brushed back his long blond hair.
     "You'd have more room," observed Brett.
     "And he'd have something refreshing to drink around his neck," offered
Benny.
     "And if you had an office in Scotland you could meet in a Scotch
Terrier," continued Brent on a roll.
     "Speaking of Scotland, do you think Gordie is ever going to come back
for a visit?"
     "Sure hope he does."
     "Oh fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah, we had great fun together."
     The four boys thought back to the visit from their older cousin and
the fun they'd had and their young boy dicks began to swell.  While each of
them reminisced, Brenda frowned at her fourth youngest's continuing
stuttering problem.  Zac Williams, the high school student who had been
tutoring him last year was still offering him help every Monday, without
pay and on his suggestion bless him.  He was going to make an excellent
teacher, and she hoped he'd go into elementary school where young boys
needed a male role model such as him.  She knew Bobby was trying to correct
his problem because he genuinely looked forward to Zac's tutoring, and she
could hear him practising his deep breathing exercises with the
encouragement of his three brothers in the evenings, but it seemed whenever
the youngster got excited he just could not stop his stuttering.  It was
just something he was going to live with for the rest of his life it
appeared.
     "Did you say Mister Lopez and his family were celebrating a holiday?"
asked Brenda.
     "El Dia de Los Muertos," replied Barry.  "Day of the Dead."  That
immediately caught the boys' attention.  "Actually, it is two days,
November 1 and 2, and some celebrate the two or three days before that too
I'm told."
     "Day of the Dead?" asked Brett.  "Doesn't sound like a fun holiday."
The boys immediately thought back to Yom Kippur, which had not been at all
what they'd envisioned holidays being.  Spending an entire day standing in
church listing all the things a person did wrong and going without food,
and especially without sex, was the type of holiday only a masochist could
enjoy in their books.  The Jewish holiday had turned out to be awesome
actually, but had it been celebrated in a typical manner they would not
have had such a great time.  Of course few holidays were typical with the
Brewster brothers around.
     "Oh, it is.  It is a combination of Spanish traditions, Mexican Native
ceremonies, and American beliefs.  I don't know much about it, but it is
sort of like our Halloween but different," responded Barry, realizing he
was not making much sense.  The boys immediately thought of one Halloween
in particular that they'd celebrated, and their first contact with the dead
and the undead.  That holiday had turned out fine also, but the thought
sent a shiver down their spines.  "I do know it is a joyous and festive
holiday," continued Barry, "and, actually, it's just the type of holiday we
need to be celebrating."
     "We can still go to the Dream Street concert, can't we?"
     "Of course.  We promised you that," replied Brenda.
     The boys each had their favourite type of music and their own
favourite bands, but one of the things all four had in common was that they
had taken a liking for the New York City band called Dream Street.  One
reason was because they liked the bop til you drop type of music they
played, and another, of course, was because they were hot looking boys that
they'd love to mess around with.
     "Thanks, Mom, you're the coolest," responded Bobby, giving his mom a
big hug, and accidentally slipping his hand under her naked breast and
taking the advantage of a quick feel while it was there.  His mother did
have awesome boobs for a mother.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers, quickly giving their mom a hug
and a peck on the cheek.
     "You too, Dad," observed Brent, knowing his dad knew that but also
knowing it was never a bad idea to suck up when one had the chance.
     "Oh yeah, fu- fu'sure," agreed Bobby, wrapping one arm about his dad
and accidentally resting the other in his dad's lap, where he got a quick
feel also.  His father had an awesome cock for a father.
     "Can we be excused?"
     "May we be excused," corrected Brenda.
     "Sure," responded Brett with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Where you and
Dad gonna go?"
     "For a fuck," mouthed Bobby behind the back of his hand.
     "You know what I mean," Brenda responded to Brett's comment, knowing
her oldest was having a bit of fun with her.  She knew not all mothers had
such a close relationship with their sons.  He was a good boy, with a great
sense of humour, just his like brothers, and she was sure the triplets
would follow their example too.  "Now scoot."
     The boys quickly and noisily shuffled out of the family room like four
penguins with giggles and snorts, and once out of sight, they raced off to
their bedroom to play "Ico", a new video game Bobby had gotten from his
brothers for his birthday the day before.  It was a great present which
they could all enjoy, but even greater was the present from Barry and
Brenda.  As part of a group birthday present, the four boys having
birthdays all within three months, besides wanting to do something special
for their boys, Brenda and Barry had gotten them tickets and had made
arrangements for them to go to the Dream Street concert in Orlando, Florida
on the seventh, only four days away.
     For the past six months the boys had been sending the Dream Street
band email messages as the "Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club", referring to
a nightly exercise they'd been engaging in while listening to their music
and gazing at their pictures on the walls of the bedroom they shared.
Among other things, they were trying to get the band to come and play for
one of their school dances, figuring with the group still being
comparatively new they'd be looking for exposure.  Once the four brothers
found out about the tickets their parents had gotten, they'd been trying
desperately to arrange to meet them while they were at the concert in the
hopes they might give the band an exposure of a far different kind.
     After school that Friday, the fifth of October, four very excited boys
headed off to spend the weekend with their uncle James, who had a time
share in a condo in Orlando, and who had happily agreed to keep an eye on
them and see that they got to the Hard Rock Live arena that Sunday.  The
boys had not seen their uncle for several years and had fond memories of
his visits and little treats when they were little and still living in
Canada.  They were looking forward to spending some time with him, besides
checking out the rumours they'd heard their relatives whispering about.
     Barry was also delighted that his boys would be visiting his younger
brother.  Over the past year he'd seemed depressed, and when Barry joked
that perhaps it was because he'd reached the big four zero two years ago,
his brother had vehemently denied there was anything wrong.  Barry figured
if anyone could snoop out the reason for his brother's dark mood, it would
be his four sons, whom his brother had seemed to have taken a particular
liking to right back when they were still toddlers.
     They were so ecstatic about the weekend when they returned, if
somewhat secretive about the concert and unable to enlighten their father
on what was troubling his brother, Brenda and Barry were glad that they'd
made the effort to get the tickets.  The rest of October went by quickly,
and before the Brewster family knew it, they were on their way to Oaxaca,
Mexico.  It was not difficult for the Lopez family to pick them out of the
crowd, an American family of nine, the two forty-something parents with
twin fifteen-year-olds with straight shoulder long blond hair, two younger
boys with dark brown hair, one with gold streaks and the other with purple,
and eight-and-a-half-month-old triplets, two boys and a girl.  The Salinas
y Lopez family was not that difficult to pick out either, having four boys,
the oldest two being twins also.
     "So, you must be Barry Brewster," greeted a slender, handsome man in
his late thirties with a flat face and high cheek bones, wavy, dark black
hair, a thin moustache, and a short, well- trimmed goatee.  He stood just
over five-foot-seven.
     "And you must be Jose," replied Barry, shaking the man's extended
hand.
     "Yes," he responded, flashing a grin of exceptionally white and
perfect teeth.  "And this is my wife Rosetta," he introduced.  The woman
was two inches shorter than he was, and a good forty pounds heavier with
full, round cheeks, mammoth breasts and a ready grin.  She was wearing a
bright multicoloured floral dress with a lace shawl about her shoulders and
her husband was dressed in tan slacks and a short-sleeved blue and white
striped shirt.
     "And these are my sons, my oldest, Miguel Luis Alfaro," he continued,
and a handsome sixteen-year-old an inch taller than his dad with flowing
dark black wavy hair down to his shoulders and the fine beginning of a thin
moustache barely visible on his upper lip flashed them a smile.  The pricks
of the four Brewster brothers perked up in interest, and both Brenda and
Barry were struck by his exceptional good looks.  "Manuel Emilio Jose,
three minutes younger," Juan continued and an identical, sexy
sixteen-year-old nodded.  The lusty look in his sexy, deep brown eyes
caused the dicks of the boys to rise even more and Brenda and Barry to have
thoughts that are the foundation of many a romantic novel.
     "Diego Rodriguez."  A handsome, slender fourteen-year-old with
smoldering eyes and a suggestive smile nodded his head.  His dark hair was
thick but not as long as that of his brothers, and he parted it in middle
with curls over either side of his brow.  "And Francisco Carlos," Juan
finished, indicating an eleven-year-old with an impish sparkle in his deep
brown eyes and a thick unruly thatch of hair.  The boy gave them a lopsided
smile and a wave.
     All four wore the universal clothing of youth, blue jeans cutoffs and
cargo zipoffs, and either sleeveless sweat shirts or short-sleeved white
T's.  The only clues to their cultural heritage were that they were
stockingless and wearing sandals, and had sombreros hung on their backs.
Of course there was also their smooth, cocoa-brown skin, that, for the
Brewster family, added to their sex appeal, as did their lilting accents.
     Barry introduced his family, and his boys with their handsome,
clean-cut looks and ready smiles had much the same effect on the Salinias y
Lopez's as the Mexican boys had had on the Brewsters.  Mrs Lopez fussed
over the triplets, much to Brenda's pleasure, and as she did, Benny noticed
that he and his brothers were being checked out by the Lopez boys in much
the same way as he and his brothers would check out any new hot-looking
guys.
     "You must be tired after your long trip," Rosetta Lopez observed as
she took Belinda in her arms and cuddled her, causing the little girl to
gurgle and coo as she looked up at the soft, smiling woman.
     "Actually, when you have three little ones, and four big ones, you
seem to absorb their energy," Brenda replied with a smile.
     "Ah, I know what you mean," Rosetta said as she looked at her four
boys fondly as only a mother can.
     "Well then," said Juan, "let us take you to our home for a little
lunch and you can unpack."
     "It is very kind of you to put us up," Barry observed.  "As I've said,
the company is quite willing to put us up in a hotel."
     "We are not exactly a small group," Brenda added.
     "We would not think of it," Juan responded.  "We have very nice hotels
in Oaxaca, but this is a special time, a time for families and friends to
be together."
     "And in Mexico, there are no small groups," Rosetta added.  "Both Juan
and I come from very large families.  I have five brothers, and Juan has
four brothers and two sisters."
     "Five brothers.  You were the only girl?"
     "Yes.  It seems male children run in my family, and in yours," she
said with a knowing smile.  Rosetta Lopez had the type of smile and warmth
that made you want to snuggle up beside her and be hugged.
     So it was settled.  The Lopez family lived in the suburbs in a
subdivision of average income wage earners in a modern white-stucco
two-story home.  The rooms were spacious and bright with vases of flowers,
colourful paintings and wall hangings, and a decorative trim of earth
colours just below the ceiling in each of the rooms.  The major feature
was, of course, the altar, the ofrenda, set up for the special holiday in
the large family room.  Long stalks of sugarcane were tied to the front
legs of a large table.  On the fine lace table cloth between two tall,
white candles were placed small boxes representing tombs along with vases
containing a spray of small white flowers and fine fronds of fern.  Smaller
candles in colourfully and intricately decorated clay containers were
placed in a pattern amongst the coffins.  Above the altar were pictures of
the family's deceased, great-grandparents and aunts and uncles, and
paintings of Jesus and the Virgin Mary.  Beside them were several round
plaques and bright paintings depicting skeletons dancing, baking, singing
and playing a guitar, all of them with huge grins.  Papel picado, paper
cutouts of skulls, skeletons, and coffins, decorated the walls and were
draped about chairs on each side of the altar on which sat huge pots of
golden marigolds, which, the Brewsters were told, were called
cempazuchiles, or by the Aztecs, Zempoalxochitl, the flower of death.  On a
blanket before the altar sat a variety of garden vegetables, baskets of
bread and other gifts for the dead.
     It being a special occasion besides having guests, Mrs. Lopez had put
out a spread the likes of which the Brewsters had never seen for the midday
meal or comida.  They began with appetizers, Spanish choriza sausages,
stuffed tomatoes, and squares of cheese with for the adults a small glass
of pulque, which the Lopez's explained was an alcoholic drink made from the
cactus, and which the boy's mother later told them tasted like rotten
apples, and for the boys chilled fruit punch.  It was followed by a brothy
soup they called nopal consisting of dried shrimp, chunks of cactus, peas,
red tomatoes, Mexican tea, and beaten eggs in an onion broth, and then by a
plate of saffron rice with small cubes of pork and green tomatoes.
     The Brewsters thought they were done when Rosetta brought out the main
course, mole poblano de guajolote, which their hostess said was turkey in
chocolate and chili sauce, something which caused the four Brewster boys to
sit up despite their full stomachs.  They'd never heard of turkey in
chocolate before.  The large pieces of browned turkey were coated with the
sauce, made from three types of chilies, a variety of spices including
garlic, cinnamon and cloves, pulverized almonds, onions, and raisins
blended with unsweetened chocolate and sprinkled with sesame seeds.  Fresh,
tender agua chillies filled with sweet picadillo, a stuffing made from
ground pork with apples, olives and almonds, accompanied the turkey.
     It was not just the chillies that were stuffed that afternoon, and
they all were certain they could not eat another bite when their hostess
once again appeared out of the kitchen with plates of desserts.  Candied
pumpkin, sugar cookies in the shape of coffins, skulls, and animals, and
mostachones, small sugar buns made with almonds, sugar and spice, were
impossible to resist, especially given the sweet tooths of Barry and his
sons.
     When Juan suggested they lay down for a short siesta in the heat of
the afternoon, nobody disagreed.  Brenda and Barry along with the triplets
were shown the main guest bedroom, and the four Brewster boys were taken by
the Lopez boys to their room.  Initially they were going to put the boys up
in one of the spare rooms, but decided it would be best if they were put
together so they'd have a chance to get to know each other.
     Despite their long trip and the heavy meal, the boys were too excited
and too full of sugar to go to sleep.  To accommodate eight boys, Juan and
Rosetta had removed the boys' beds and put down mattresses and pillows
instead.  Turning on the radio, they half lay and half sat on the floor and
listened to some music and talked, about school and their hobbies and
interests, about the Dream Street band and about guitars, which the host
twins played, and about the Day of the Dead celebration.  The Lopez boys
explained that almost everyone in Mexico was Roman Catholic, and that the
holiday was a mixture of Aztec and Christian beliefs.
  They told the Brewster clan that ten percent of those living in Mexico
were Spanish, thirty percent Native American, and sixty percent mestizos,
those of mixed blood, such as themselves, their mother being descended from
the Chalino Indians and their father from early Spanish settlers.
     "So, do any of you have a girlfriend?" asked Miguel.
     "No," responded Brett and Brent together after glancing at each other.
     "But Brent's got a hot boyfriend," piped up Bobby.  "Him and his
boyfriend are thinking of getting their dicks pierced."
     "Really?" responded Francisco, whom the boys had quickly learned was
more accustomed to being called Cisco.
     "Well, yeah, there is this guy I like," Brent responded
self-consciously.
     "No, I mean you're really thinking of getting your dick pierced?"
     "Well, perhaps the foreskin, though Billy wants us to get Prince
Alberts."
     "Brent's got cool nip rings already," responded Brett, looking
purposefully at Miguel, who had a fine gold ring in each ear.
     "I've got a nip ring too," Miguel said with a grin.
     "You got it in now?" asked Benny.
     "Yeah."
     "Can we see it?"
     "Sure."
     Miguel slipped off his short-sleeved T and the boys admired the silver
ring with a turquoise stud.  Miguel casually mentioned that his boyfriend
liked long gold chains instead of a gem attached to his ring, and that when
they danced he liked to twist his body and make them swing.
     "Your boyfriend?" asked Brent.
     "Yes," responded Miguel with a smile.
     "I have a boyfriend too," volunteered Brett.  "He's from Cambodia but
he has been living in the United States now for over a year."
     "So you are both gay?" Miguel asked, looking at Brent and then at
Brett.
     The twins glanced at each other.  "Yes," they said together.
     "So are we," responded Manual as he glanced at his twin brother.
     "No kidding!"
     "We figured one or both of you might be," said Benny.  "I noticed you
checking us out, especially our older brothers."
     "And what about you, Chicano?"
     "I don't know.  I haven't decided yet, but I like to mess with guys,"
Benny responded readily.  It was the truth, and he was not ashamed of it.
     "Me too," admitted Bobby.
     "Bobby likes to mess with anything that moves," observed Brett.
     "And a few things that don't," added Brent, to everyone's amusement.
     "Sounds like Cisco," joked Manuel.
     "Ivete a tomar por el culo hermano," responded Cisco, giving him the
finger.
     "If I'm going to get anything up mine, I'd rather it be the verga of
one of these gringos," responded Manuel.  "I can get finger fucked by you
any night."
     "You mean that?" asked Brett.
     "That I can get finger fucked by Cisco?"
     "No.  That you'd like to do something with one of us."
     "Sure.  Mamma and Pappa will be sound asleep for at least another half
hour, and your parents looked like they were ready to zonk out by the time
we got to dessert."
     "Then let the fucking begin," chorused Bobby and Cisco together,
causing them all to laugh.
     "So what did you say to your brother, anyway?" asked Bobby, looking at
Cisco as he pulled down his fly.
     Cisco thought for a moment.  "Up yours brother."
     "Cool.  You know English very well."
     "There are many Americans visiting Mexico, or doing business with our
father.  And we have learned many words on the Internet."
     "So has Benny," observed Bobby with an admiring grin at his older
brother.
     "So how do you say fuck in Mexican?" asked Benny.
     "There are many ways to say fuck," observed Cisco.  "It depends on how
you mean it.  Like joder means to fuck, as in yo jodo I fuck, tu jodes you
fuck, el jode he fucks, nosotros jodemos we fuck, ellos joden they fuck.
But if you want to say I would like a fuck, Quiero un polvo, you use the
word polvo."
     "And if you want to say it like in what the fuck's going on, que cono
pasta, you use the word cono," added Diego.
     "Wicked!" observed Bobby.
     "Can you say all that again?" asked Benny, looking about for some
paper and a pencil.
     "Later," said Manuel, pulling off his sleeveless T also.  The sight of
the sixteen-year-old's smooth chest and soft brown skin brought the boys'
attention back to what they'd been planning on doing.  The boys quickly
stripped down to their underwear, the Brewster twins and Diego wearing
boxer briefs, the Lopez twins wearing white thongs, Benny wearing black
cotton briefs, Bobby Navy blue Fruit of the Loom, and Cisco white BVD's.
The boys pushed down their underwear and left them wherever they were
standing.
     "So, how do you say cock?" asked Benny, admiring Diego's long, cut
brown sausage.
     "There are many words for it also," said Diego.  "Verga is closest to
your American cock.  We also use polla, or picha, which is in American I
think prick."
     "Younger children call their dicks pitos or palos, which means
sticks."
     "And pene is used by adults, which means penis."
     "Can you say all those again?" asked Benny, frantic with all the
information and no way to record it.
     "You have email?" asked Diego.
     "Sure."
     "I can send you the words."
     "Awesome," Benny said, reaching over and slipping his fingers about
Diego's picha.  "And so is this," he said sincerely, tugging on the limp
brown sausage.
     One by one the boys reached for each other, cupping tender young balls
carefully, slipping fingers over smooth chests to fondle sensitive pink and
cocoa brown nipples, Brent and Miguel checking out each other's rings, and
dark brown fingers slipping up pink American butt cracks and pink fingers
slipping up light brown Mexican ones to find the sensitive rosettes tucked
inside.  Brown and pink fingers explored smooth, hairless pubes and ran
through curly pubic hairs, blond, brown, and black.  Pink and brown fingers
stroked growing boy flesh of varying sizes, cut and uncut, brown and pink,
all soft and delighted to be touched.  The room was silent except for the
sound of slow and concentrated breathing and the soft stroking of cocks and
other body parts as the eight boys focussed on getting and giving each
other boners.
     Fifteen-year-old Brent and eleven-year-old Cisco found themselves
facing each other's crotches, and the two boys nuzzled each other between
the legs, sniffing at each other like two dogs in heat.  Cisco took Brent's
six-inch boner by the base and pulling back his skin, ran his hot, moist
tongue over the exposed knob like he was licking an ice cream cone as Brent
held the younger boy's slender cut pitos between his thumb and forefinger
and ran his tongue up the length from his hairless balls to the slit in his
bulbous knob.  Meanwhile, fourteen-year-old Diego slipped up behind Brent
and spitting on his index finger, pressed it against the teenager's anus.
The fifteen-year-old readily pushed out and the Mexican boy slowly slipped
his index finger up the teenager's butt.  Bobby at the same time slipped
behind Cisco and pulling apart his cocoa- coloured buns, began to rim his
little brown rosebud.  Laying beside the foursome, Brett and Miguel had
begun licking each other's cones, the one vanilla and the other chocolate,
Brett's pale fingers contrasting with Miguel's cocoa skin and Miguel's
brown fingers contrasting with Brett's pink dick.  The two boys caressed
each other's knobs with their tongues, running the tips around the
sensitive rims and over the slits.  Manuel slipped up behind Brett and
while his twin brother licked the fifteen-year-old's dickhead, Manuel
licked his butthole while he stroked Benny's cock.
     Brent delighted in the taste and raw sexual smell of Cisco's cock,
noting that the young Mexican boy's genital fragrance was very different
from his own kid brother's.  He also delighted in having the young Mexican
boy slip his lips about his knob, and that was no different from the
pleasure he got from having his own kid brother sucking his dick.  As the
two began to sixty-nine, fourteen-year-old Diego had slicked Brent's
asshole with spittle and was snuggling up behind him, his stiff five-inch
cock protruding and eager to stick the older teenager.  On the other side
twelve- year-old Bobby was eagerly sticking his three-and-three-quarter
inch cock up the butthole of his new friend, eleven-year-old Cisco, and
delighting in its heat and moistness.
  By then Brett and Miguel had gone down on each other, the two boys having
almost the same size cocks, and the two teenagers closed their eyes with
the delight of sucking cock and being sucked at the same time.  Meanwhile,
Manuel had slipped his cock up Brett's asshole and was delighting in his
hot moistness also, and had slipped his lips about Benny's eager cocklet
and was eagerly sucking on the stiff tube.
     It was the first time Brent and Brett had ever sucked Mexican cock,
and they did not know if it was their imagination, because of the foods
they'd been eating, or if it had something to do with their nationality,
but their hot, brown dicks seemed spicy to them, not unlike the Spanish
sausages they'd snacked on.  Cisco, Miguel and Manuel also found the
gringos different, but with their limited experiences also, they had no
idea if the taste and fragrance were an American thing, or something unique
to the Brewsters.  All five enjoyed engaging in oral sex at any time, and
the differences made this time even hotter than usual.  Of course they all
found sucking new cock for the first time, and having sex with a new
partner, added to the excitement and joy of sex.
     It was different, but boys were boys no matter what their nationality
or the colour of their skin, and sucking cock was sucking cock.  Knowing
that your mouth and tongue were giving the same thrills of pleasure as the
mouth and tongue attacking your own cock was what made gay sex so hot.
Knowing that the cock in your mouth was throbbing with the same desire as
the cock between your legs was a joy that no straight boy would ever know,
and for that reason every one of the boys in that bedroom was glad he was
not hetero.  That was one thing they all agreed on as they cuddled and
talked later that night.
     Diego, Bobby and Manuel slid their hips back and forth, easing their
stiff, aching cocks in and out of their partners, delighting in the warm,
moist assholes enveloping their cocks and squeezing them tightly.  Fucking
another boy was, for them, another pleasure that they knew straight boys
would never know and for which they were glad they were not so restricted.
Not only that, but fucking another boy brought them a dual pleasure.  They
delighted in the rippling irritation passing through their swollen flesh,
and they delighted in knowing that they were bringing pleasure to the boy
they were fucking as well.  Brent, Cisco, and Brett took just as much
delight in having their assholes fucked as the three boys fucking them took
in working their cocks in and out of their rectums, for they knew the
pleasure their hot holes were giving the three boys grasping them and
plowing their asses.
     For all eight, besides the pleasure of ferociously itching cock heads
and the pleasure of bringing another boy off, was the unique pleasure of
having sex with a boy of another colour.  The Brewster boys found the
contrast of their white skin against the cocoa of the Lopez's highly
erotic, and the Lopez brothers similarly found the pale flesh of their
American visitors intriguing and arousing.  The hot Latino boys with their
dark skin and sexy looks were just as much a turn on for the Brewster
brothers, as the four gringo brothers with their sensuous lips, fine looks
and slender light-coloured bodies were for the Mexican boys.
     Their heavy breathing became deeper still and their motions became
jerky.  Throbbing erections, irritated assholes, and approaching climaxes
all felt the same regardless if you were eleven or sixteen, if you were
American or Mexican, if you were brown or pink.  The boys squirmed and
twitched with the powerful pleasure as they got closer and closer to the
peak they were all eagerly anticipating, that ultimate peak that was
identical no matter what your race or nationality.
     Brent and Brett shot off together, followed within seconds by Miguel
and Benny, the copious teen cum of the four boys filling the mouths of the
boys sucking them.  Cisco and Bobby were the next to come, the two preteens
quivering with their dry orgasms and thrusting their hips and drawing them
back desperately as wave after wave of orgasm rippled through their little
cocklets.  Diego and Manuel were quick to follow, and they shoved their
hips forward, driving their cocks up the buttholes of their two partners as
they filled them with their seed.  All eight boys gasped and quivered,
grunted and shivered as their orgasms rippled through their groins.
     Cisco, Brett, Miguel and Manuel savoured the fresh teen cum that
filled their mouths and then swallowed the slimy offering, their skin
turning to gooseflesh as they felt the hot, viscous teen cum slide down
their throats.  They sucked on the hot, throbbing cocks in their mouths
like babies sucking teat, eager to suck out more of the fresh cum of their
partner until they had sucked them dry.  Brent and Brett knew that their
rectums were being filled by hot Mexican seed also as the boys behind them
shuddered and lunged forward, and the thought of their fresh Latino cum
squirting deep up their bodies was so hot they groaned with ecstasy.  Diego
and Bobby groaned too as each grasped the hips of the boy he was fucking,
as did Benny as he shot his load into Manuel's mouth.
     One by one the boys ceased their squirming and lay there silently as
their heartbeats and breathing began to return to normal.  The small room
was filled now with the fragrance of hot, sweating teen and preteen boys,
of young, sweaty balls, and of freshly spilled cum.  One by one they
untangled themselves and lay back on the mattress, a warm flush of
postclimatic bliss passing over them.  Limp cocks with tips sticky with
cum, the taste of cock and semen lingering on rosy boy lips, rectums
impregnated with boy seed and now seemingly empty, the eight lay there and
relished the afterglow of sex.  Life was fucking awesome.  A few minutes
later a knock on the door sent the eight boys scrambling for their clothes.
     "Are you boys awake?" called Rosetta Lopez.
     "Yeah, sure," responded Miguel as he and Brent grabbed the same pair
of boxer briefs.  Both having the same boxers, they had no idea whose it
was.
     "We are leaving in half an hour."
     "All right, Mamma," Miguel replied, spotting a second pair of white
boxer briefs.  As he slipped them on, he hoped that he and Brent had
inadvertently swapped underwear, and the thought of wearing the sexy blond
American's underwear caused his cock to begin to swell in the yanqui's
shorts.
     "Different parts of the country celebrate this holiday in different
ways," Mrs. Lopez explained as they headed out of the city in the Lopez van
a short time later.  The two men were riding in the front seats, and the
two wives and the triplets in the second.
  The third seat had been folded down and the eight boys had crowded in the
back, half sitting and half laying and giving everyone a good chance for
some groping and snuggling up butt to groin.  It was not long before all
eight boys were sporting erections.
     "Mexico is really a collection of very different regions.  We have
thirty-one states and our government seat, the Distrito Federal.  Even in
the state of Oaxaca things are done differently between the city and the
rural villages, and even from one pueblo to another.  Some begin the
celebrations on October 28 for those who have suffered violent deaths.
That is followed on October 29 for those who died unbaptized, and then on
October 30 for those who died lonely souls.  It is believed that at three
in the afternoon on October 31 the angelitos, children who died after being
baptized, head back home.  November 1 is known as Dia de Muertos Chiquitos,
Day of the Little Dead, and the evening is sometimes called la Noche de
Duelo, The Night of Mourning.  We go now to visit my family at Santos Reyes
Nopala to remember the dead on my side."
     Following the highway south as it slowly climbed up through the jungle
and coffee- growing regions into the tall purple mountains, they caught a
narrower red dirt side-road which twisted and climbed west to the mountain
top.  Reaching a crystal-clear river, they soon drove past grand houses
among great groves of trees, eventually reaching a cobblestone road which
lead continually upward to the centre of the rugged little mountain town of
Santos Reyes Nopala.  Braying burros and Spanish horses were tied to the
front porches of many of the homes, the horse and burro still being the
most common form of travel in the rustic pueblo.  The small homes were
adobe and either tiled or thatched.  They stopped to admire the municipal
building painted a brilliant white with wrought iron balustrades set in
plaster walls with chiselled inscriptions from ruins found still higher in
the mountains.  Pulling into the small central plaza, or zocalo, Juan
bought them all a chilled fruit juice.
     "Coffee is grown as a shade crop or understory in these mountain
jungles," he explained.  "Coffee growing employs many men who work by hand
to remove the shrubs and weeds from the jungle, to plant new bushes, to
prune the coffee and shade trees, and for harvesting."
     They had barely arrived when the melancholy cadence of trombones and
tubas began from somewhere in the pueblo and slowly grew louder as people
began to wind their way over the smooth cobblestones between the leaning
plaster walls to the plaza.  Men in straw hats, most with plain khaki
shirts and trousers, women in black carrying large bouquets of marigolds,
and children, the boys in white shirts and tan shorts and the girls wearing
brightly coloured dresses with floral patterns, formed small groups and
merged into larger groups and then proceeded to the cobblestone square
surrounding a large stone church.  Spotting Rosetta's family, the Lopez and
Brewster families joined them.
     Bell chimes high in the church tower reverberated against the
whitewashed walls, rolled over the cobblestones, and echoed down into the
river valley below.  The music slowly faded and a chorus rose from the
sanctuary.  Bobby sat transfixed as he stared at the young Mexican boys
singing from the loft of the ancient church and before he realized it the
service was over.  No church service had ever gone by so fast, adding one
more reason to his growing argument for becoming a Catholic.
     Footpaths led into the jungle from the plazas' edge like spokes of a
wheel, one of them leading to the cemetery.  The Catholic priest lead the
way with a procession of people carrying candles following him as a single
tuba played.  The graves had been brightly decorated with wreaths and
flower crosses made from the vibrant red cresta de gallo, rich purple
agapantos, and pure white nube.  The people dispersed and spread out
blankets amongst the graves on which they set the candles, offerings for
the dead and their own snacks.
     The Brewster boys felt strange as family members talked about their
deceased relatives, remembering fond times and joking about their
peculiarities, and some even turning to the graves and talking to the
inhabitants as if they were laying there listening.  Rosetta's parents and
her brothers with their wives and her nephews and nieces made the Brewsters
welcome.  People came and went, visiting other grave sites and with
friends, and Mexican beer and tequila flowed freely.  Rosetta's father
tried to teach Barry the art of drinking tequila.  Poured in a small, slim
glass beside a saucer with a piece of lime and a little salt, it was to be
drunk by putting a pinch of salt on the back of the left hand in the hollow
between the two tendons that run to the thumb.  The salt was then tossed
into the mouth, and then with right hand the tequila was drunk, bottoms up.
The man had to then quickly set down the glass and pick up the lime and
suck it.  All was to be done in two seconds, which of course was way too
quick for Barry.  His boys noticed as time progressed he got quicker, but
then he began to have difficulties hitting his mouth, and speaking.
     Those living in the pueblo or nearby coffee farms had brought snacks
for the late afternoon and evening, holiday favourites such as spicy
sausages, black Spanish radishes, local cheeses, and sweets of assorted
kinds.  Especially popular with the children were piedrazos, or rocks, made
of dark flour and baked till hard as rocks, from whence came their name,
and then soaked in spicy vinegar containing garlic and chilli and filled
with cheese.
  A common beverage was atole, a thick corn drink, the original power
drink.  Rosetta's mother had brought a kettle of assorted tamales with a
pork, red snapper, or olive filling which they'd kept warm over four
candles and which the boys found delicious and exciting since they never
knew what they were going to bite into.  She had also brought a traditional
family sauce made of Oaxacan pasilla chilli, green tomatoes, and a clove of
garlic.
     "Oaxacan pasillo is the king of chillies," warned her husband.  "Its
exceptional fire is for only the strongest of stomachs," he observed,
adding with a twinkle in his eyes, "and is guaranteed to put hair on your
chest, and other places."
     That was all that Bobby had to hear.  Dipping his tamale in the bowl
and scooping up a generous helping of the sauce, he popped it in his mouth
before anyone could stop him.
     "Agggghhh!" he screamed, his mouth wide and his eyes bulging.
Grabbing his glass of atole he filled his mouth as tears streamed down from
his eyes, much to the amusement of the Lopez family and his three brothers.
     "But first you must get it past the tongue," Rosetta's father chucked
as Bobby stuck his inflamed tongue in the thick cornmeal drink and allowed
it to soak.  It felt as if it had been skinned.
     Bobby's experience prompted the others to try the family recipe, but
taking much smaller samples.  Even the slightest smudge caused the
Brewsters, unaccustomed to such spicy food, to sit there panting with
gaping mouths as they tried to cool off their burning palates.  As the
adults carried on with their visiting and conversation and the sun began to
set, the boys slipped away into the thick jungle surrounding the cemetery.
Coming to visit the cemetery at Nopala several times a year, the Lopez boys
knew their way around the thick jungle and lead their American friends off
the more travelled path to a small clearing in the thick ferns and tall
palms.  Known as La Tierra del Sol, Land of the Sun, the heat from the
tropical sunlight and the humidity from the recent rainy season resulted in
the high of 79 degrees F that day.  The air was heavy with the evening heat
and thick with the fragrance of incense from the cemetery mingled with the
damp, musty odour of the thick vegetation.
     "This is an awesome holiday," observed Brett as he watched a colourful
red and orange butterfly flitting about along the edge of the jungle.  A
bird of some sort began to sing, and another and then a third picked up the
melody.  Something else chattered in the quickly darkening night.
     "You really think so?" asked Miguel, clearly pleased.
     "Sure.  I think it's great the way everyone talks about the dead as if
they have come to visit, and are so happy and carefree.  When most people
talk about the dead and cemeteries at home, they are so gloomy."
     "They certainly don't have picnics in the graveyards."
     "It is a good thing that the dead were all up and about tonight,"
observed Diego.
     "Why is that, brother?"
     "The way Bobby screamed tonight it was enough to wake the dead," Diego
chuckled good humouredly.
     "It was like a rooster crowing to greet the morning sun," giggled
Cisco.
     "Actually, it is the same noise Bobby makes when he has an orgasm,"
Benny said with an impish grin.
     "Very funny," Bobby responded.  "You all should star in a comedy on
TV."
     "We're that good?" asked Cisco.
     "No, then I could turn you off," Bobby replied with a grin.
     "I'd rather turn you on," replied Cisco, reaching over and placing his
hand on Bobby's thigh.
     "Now that is more fucking like it," agreed Bobby, sliding closer to
the Mexican boy.
     "What about the rest of you?" asked Manuel.
     "We like turning Bobby on too," Brett said with a grin.  Reaching over
and pushing his younger brother on his back, he leaned over and began to
nibble on his ear.
     The rest of them attacked, pulling off Bobby's runners and unbuttoning
his shirt, tugging off his socks and beginning to massage his feet.  He
felt someone's hot breath and then a mouth envelop his toes, but he had no
idea who it was.  His zipoffs and then his underwear were pulled down, and
someone began to stroke the inside of his thigh while someone else massaged
his teat.  A hot mouth descended on the other teat, and he felt the hair of
someone's head against his underarm as they nuzzled his armpit and began to
lick it.  He felt someone's long hair brush against his flat belly and then
someone's hot breath on his dick while a spit-slick finger wormed its way
into his hole.  Seven hot, horny boys attacked the naked twelve-year-old
and he giggled and groaned and sighed as they brought him to an erection.
     Brent and Brett slipped their hands under Manuel's T and slid it up
over his head and they began to massage the handsome, dark-skinned
teenager's chest and back, running their long, slender fingers over his
delightfully smooth cocoa-brown skin.  Miguel unbuttoned Brent's short-
sleeved shirt and slipping it off, began to play with his nipple rings
while he licked the boy's sweaty, smooth-skinned chest.  As Bobby pulled
down Cisco's pants and underwear, the eleven- year-old was pulling off
Benny's socks.  Diego had meanwhile slipped his tongue in Benny's mouth and
the two young teens were locked in a long French kiss.
     Slowly shirts and T's were slipped off and pants and underwear pulled
down until once again the eight boys were stark naked, this time in the
small moonlit clearing in the mountain jungle, the soft moonlight
reflecting off the pale skin of the American boys and causing the soft
cocoa-brown skin of their new Mexican companions to appear even more erotic
than it had in the boys' bedroom.  Once again the boys caressed and stroked
each other's bodies, running their slender fingers over smooth skin and
along sweaty butt cracks, cupping warm, damp balls and fondling rapidly
swelling vergas.  Curly crotch hair brushed against smooth buttocks and
unshaven cheeks and hairless pubes.  Lips skipping over velvet skin,
kissing smooth breasts and sensitive inner thighs, and meeting other smooth
boy lips in tender kisses and parting to explore other body parts and other
boys, the eight boys trembled with desire.  They slipped over and under
each other, their sweaty, smooth bodies glistening in the moonlight and the
humid evening heat as the jungle grew darker and their cocks grew harder.
     Snuggling up behind Brent as he lay on his side in the lush jungle
grass, Miguel grasped his brown cock by the base and pressed the tip
against the American teenager's butthole with the experienced expertise of
a bumfucker.  He felt the fifteen-year-old relax and accept the tip of him
with the same expertise and he slowly and delightedly sank his shaft up the
boy's rectum until his coarse hairs were pressed against his smooth, pink
butt.  The horny Latino boy slipped his arms about his partner, his dark
skin contrasting with the pale skin of the American teen, and squeezed him
tightly.
     As he felt himself being penetrated, Brent grasped Manuel's slender,
six-inch cock by the base and slipped his lips over the knob, relishing the
taste of the Mexican boy's verga.  It was much longer than the pitos of his
eleven-year-old brother that Brent had sucked earlier that day, but it was
the pleasure that he knew he was bringing the sixteen-year-old and the
pleasure that he knew he'd brought his kid brother that made one no
different from the other.
  Manuel meanwhile grasped Brent's six-inch, uncut cock by the base also
and ran his tongue up the shaft.  He delighted in orally pleasing the
fifteen-year-old American just as much as he'd enjoyed giving his younger
brother a blow job, and he looked forward to receiving another charge of
American teen cum down his throat.  Brett snuggled up behind the hot
sixteen-year-old cocksucker, sliding his stiff cock along the boy's
buttcrack, his pale, uncut cock contrasting sharply with the brown skin of
the older teen.  Both boys were hot and both experienced so that Brett's
spittle provided sufficient lubrication for the randy American boy to sink
his hot, stiff cock up the older teen's smooth brown ass.
     Laying beside the coupling twins, eleven-year-old Cisco snuggled up
behind Bobby and sunk his little dicklet up the recently-turned
twelve-year-old's rectum, and Bobby delighted in being penetrated by the
young Mexican preteen as much as he'd enjoyed penetrating the eleven-
year-old earlier that day in his bedroom.  At the same time he felt
fourteen-year-old Diego slip his lips about his own erection, and Bobby
eagerly reached out and took the teen's slightly longer sausage in his
hand.  Snuggling in closer, he inhaled the fragrance of the boy's hot,
sweaty balls like he was about to sample a new Mexican delight, and in a
sense he was.  His mouth watering, the horny preteen slipped his lips over
the brown sausage and closed his eyes with ecstasy.  As the two boys went
down on each other, Benny slipped behind Diego and snuggled into position.
Wrapping his arms about the slim Mexican boy, Benny slowly pressed his hips
forward, sinking his cock up the randy boy's ass.
     Night in the tropics descends quickly, and as the two tangles of boys
began to once again enjoy what all boys enjoy, the dense jungle grew dark
and the evening noises were replaced by the rustling of night animals
foraging in the undergrowth and the splash of an unseen cascading stream.
Unperturbed by the rutting boys, a river otter went about his business, and
a deer paused to watch from the distance before silently slipping deeper
into the jungle.  A large full moon slowly rose in the cloudless sky and
illuminated the small clearing and the two withering tangles of intertwined
cocoa and pink flesh.
     Miguel and Brett and Cisco and Benny slid to and fro on their sides as
each grasped the boy laying on his side in front of them and rhythmically
eased his swollen cock in and out of the hot, moist boyhole.  Brent and
Manuel and Bobby and Diego hungrily sucked on tender boycock as they worked
their lips up and down the shafts and over the engorged knobs while they
themselves were blown and reamed.  The night air was humid and the eight
boys began to perspire, the musk of their rutting young bodies blending
with the earthy dankness of the jungle.  Sweat trickled down their young,
slender bodies, and their pits and nut sacs grew damp.  They sucked in the
sex-laden night air through their nostrils, and the scent of lust and rich
earth heightened their arousal.
     The two sets of twins worked as one toward a common goal, pleasuring
their new found friend while revelling in the pleasure of erotic
stimulation themselves, working slowly toward that peak of ecstasy when
their loins melt and their thighs grow weak and they explode with the
greatest pleasure any boy or man can know.  Beside them their four younger
brothers squirmed and grunted with the same goal and worked toward the same
ultimate in pleasure, for two of them that peak accompanied by the release
of their seed and for the other two that peak culminating in a sweet pain
of uncontrollable convulsions of a dry climax.
     Once again the eight boys felt their young nuts begin to draw up tight
below their swollen wands, and once again they grasped each other as they
exploded in orgasm.  Brent and Manuel trembled with their climaxes and the
double ecstasy of being filled with hot teen cum at both ends, the thick
boy milk filling their mouths while the twin of the boy they were sucking
filled their assholes with a gush of hot cum.  Beside them Bobby swallowed
his first load of hot Mexican mecos and Diego received his first shot of
American cum up his ass.  Cisco and Bobby trembled with their dry orgasms
for a second time that day, the pee slits of their little cocklets
desperately opening and closing and their tiny, hairless balls drawn up
tight under their throbbing dicklets.
     Early the next morning the Brewsters were treated to a breakfast of
huevos rancheros, ranch-style eggs, which consisted of a fried egg with the
yolk still soft ringed by a hot sauce of onion, garlic, tomatoes, and
chilies on a golden tortilla with slices of avocado.  Having been told the
night before that a common name for testicles is eggs, or huevos, the boys
could not help commenting on the fact that huevos rancheros were almost as
tasty as huevos Lopez and huevos Brewster, which caused them all to snort
and giggle with amusement.  While the adults drank strong, aromatic
espresso, the boys had steaming hot chocolate, much to their delight.
     Fortified, they headed off on a tour of the city, beginning with the
zocalo, the main plaza and heart of the city with tropical trees, elaborate
fountains including some with nudes or near nudes that the boys found
particularly intriguing, a bandstand, and sidewalk cafes.  A block south
they visited the Benito Juarez Market, the oldest market in the city
selling everything from fish to fruits, vegetables to meat, and cheeses to
clothing and household goods.  >From there they visited the Santo Domingo
de Guzman Church begun in the 1530's, and then the cotton weavers in the
Barrio of Xochimilco.  When they arrived at 20 de Noviembre Market, they
bought some sweet buns with grinning skulls made from coloured icing to
snack on.
     Returning to the Lopez home, they packed up gifts for Juan's deceased
relatives and a picnic lunch and then headed to the cemetery to visit with
Juan's family, both living and deceased.  His brothers and sisters had
decorated the graves with flowers much like the graves had been decorated
at Nopala.  The tombstones were close together and many were huge,
intricately carved monuments.  All had been cleaned and freshly painted and
festooned with huge arches of flowers and wreaths, many with pictures of
the deceased.  Skeletons of paper mache, cardboard or wood and dressed in
bright colours perched on tombstones and sat on the ground with huge
smiles.  The smell of the freshly cut flowers was overpowering and mingled
with the scent of copal, which Juan explained was the traditional incense
made from the pine resin of the copal tree and which the Aztecs used in
offerings to their gods.  The combined odours gave a pleasant, pungent
multigradual scent to the air.
     Juan set out the favourite foods of his grandfather, calabaza en
tacha, which were pumpkin chunks cooked with brown sugar syrup, a platter
of sweet potatoes, and several bottles of beer.  White and yellow candles
adorned with black crepe paper and copal incense in a small clay pot were
burning at the foot of his grave where the rest of the family had also
placed his favourite things, including an old pipe and a pouch of tobacco.
Juan explained that the candles and incense were to help the dead find the
right spot, and that after the essence of the food was enjoyed by the dead
it would be consumed by the living or given away to the needy.
     Again the Brewsters were made welcome and treated like family as the
Lopez's visited with family and with their deceased relatives.  Shortly
after two they shared in a sumptuous potluck picnic lunch consisting of a
variety of meat dishes in spicy sauces, a complex stew recipe including
aromatic haw fruit, pineapple and lime, and tortillas with pork and chicken
moles.  For dessert and snacking later they had slices of alfajor, a
coconut candy, sugar cookies in the shape of animals and coffins, and sugar
skulls made of sugar paste with variously coloured icing for hair and the
grinning face.
     They spent the afternoon visiting with each other and with other
families, and remembering happy times with the deceased.  Venders roamed
the graveyard selling snacks, avocados and assorted other fruit, sausages,
tortillas, and turnovers made of amarillo, shreds of chicken or turkey.
Musicians, mariachis, wandered the cemetery and were paid to play the
favourite songs of the departed.  To the Brewsters it was totally unreal.
Never had they heard of having a party in a cemetery or viewing death with
such celebration, but seeing how happy everyone was it seemed like a great
way to remember your ancestors.
     "Did you see that flame dance high before it died? " asked one of
Juan's brothers, nodding toward one of the candles that had gone out.  "It
is the dead letting us know we are not to forget them."  The Brewster boys
looked about as an eerie feeling passed over them.
  Benny would later tell his brothers he felt something brush against him,
but when he looked down there was nothing there, and there had been no
breeze.
     "Look.  That glass tipped over without being touched.  One of the dead
is talking to us," observed one of Juan's relatives a little later.
     "Could not have been Grandpa Lopez," responded Juan's father.  "He
would never let a drop of tequila fall to the ground."
     Everyone laughed at the comment.
     "Have another slice of pan de muertos," offered Rosetta to the boys,
passing them a platter of the holiday sweet bread with the top moulded into
bumps to represent bones.
     Bobby eagerly helped himself, and out of hearing of the adults, Benny
observed that if Bobby could he'd eat bones all day, and the boys knew he
was not referring to skeletal bones.  In response and out of sight of the
adults, he gave his brother the finger and mouthed what he'd heard Cisco
say the day before as he and the eleven-year-old exchanged wide grins.
Chocolate dissolved in milk was poured in wide mouthed bowls for dipping
bread and was consumed with delight by the adults and children alike.  Also
for the adults were alcoholic drinks including mezcal made from the maguey
plant, tepache, a fermented mixture of pulque, honey comb and pineapple,
and Mexican beer.
     Finally as the festivities began to wind down, Juan dropped his and
Barry's families off at his home and he and Barry headed to Juan's office
to discuss business.  That certainly was not typical for a holiday, but
Barry and his family did have to return to America.
     "I hope things have been all right so far," Juan observed as they
entered his office.  It was a spacious corner office on the top floor with
a great view of Oaxaca and the purple mountains in the distance where
they'd spent the previous evening.
     "All right?  Everything has been excellent," replied Barry.  "Your
hospitality and that of your family has been superb.  To host us during
such a personal family celebration besides is really appreciated."
     "It has been our pleasure.  If people took the time to understand the
culture of others perhaps we would not have the troubles in this word that
we have."
     "I would certainly drink to that."
     "Ah.  How mindless of me.  I should have offered you something to
drink," Juan said, quickly getting to his feet.
     "No, no.  Really.  That was just an expression," replied Barry
quickly, also getting to his feet as he protested.  "I could not drink
another drop."
     "Just a shot of tequila to begin business with," suggested Juan,
taking out a bottle and the tall slim glasses.
     "Actually with all the beer and tepache I've had, what I need is a
bathroom."
     "Hmm," said Juan with a knowing grin.  "Then there will be room for a
little tequila, and perhaps a few sweets."
     "Sweets," sighed Barry as they headed down the corridor to the
washroom.  "I am going to have to go on a major diet when I return to the
States."
     "Do you work out?" asked Juan.  "You have a very trim body."
     "Well, I do try to keep myself in shape," replied Barry, "and with
four young boys you are always on the go."
     "Ah, yes, that I know about," Juan said as the two men stepped up to
the urinals.  "And your boys appear very active."
     "As do yours," Barry replied as he pulled down his fly and slipped his
fingers inside.
     "They seem to have hit it off very well."
     "The boys never seem to have difficulty making new friends."
     "Nor mine."
     The two men stood there in silence as they began to empty their
bladders.  Barry struggled with the temptation and finally gave in.  He
would not get an opportunity to see a Mexican dick again and he was curious
if Juan's cock was the same colour as his cocoa brown skin.  He was
delighted to see that it was, and that it was a nice looking cock with a
bulbous knob and a collar below it formed from what was left of his skin.
As he finally looked up, he caught Juan staring down at his own cock.
     "You are very well hung," Juan observed, noticing that Barry had
noticed him looking.
     "Runs in the Brewster family," Barry replied.  "Though you don't seem
to have been short changed yourself."
     "I have not," Juan said as he shook his dick off.
     Barry quickly shook his off also and tucked it away before he began to
get hard.  The two men returned to the office and despite Barry's
objections, Juan poured them both a glass of tequila.
     "I'm sorry, but I do not have any lime or salt," observed Juan.
     "Despite the attempts of your father-in-law to teach me, I'm afraid
I'll need a lot of practice before I get the technique down right."
     "Some things require a lot of practice, which is not a bad thing if
the practice is enjoyable," Juan said with a smile that caused Barry's cock
to spring up.
     "Fortunately there are several pleasant things that are a joy to
practice," Barry responded, thinking of several.
     With that they began to discuss business, but both had their minds
elsewhere.  Juan's smile and the image of his smooth brown sausage kept
popping up in Barry's mind, just as the image of his humongous uncut cock
kept popping up in Juan's.  He and Juan reached for a paper and their hands
touched, causing their loins to ache.  When Juan pulled his chair around to
supposedly point out something on the plans they were discussing, he had
really done so in order to position himself so he could reveal his arousal.
Barry could not help but glance at his package, and the sight of the bulge
in the man's trousers caused his own stiff to throb.
     "Perhaps we should discuss this tomorrow morning," Juan observed.  "It
is difficult to stay focussed."
     "It is difficult."
     "Tired?"
     "No.  It is not that."
     "Horny?"
     "It is that evident?"
     "When a man is as well hung as you, it is difficult to hide."
     "You appear to be having the same problem," Barry observed, glancing
down at Juan's bulge and then quickly looking away.
     "True," Juan said with a smile.  "And when a man's verga demands his
attention, he will get nothing done until he gives it the attention it
needs."
     "Very true," agreed Barry.
     "With seven children, your verga must need much attention," Juan
observed.
     "Big dicks and big needs, two curses of the Brewster men."
     "Must be difficult when you travel and the wife is not available."
     "Oh.  I don't travel that much in my job fortunately."
     "Ah.  I'm afraid I do," Juan said with a sigh.  "But there are ways a
man can satisfy his need when his mate is not there to do it for him."
     Barry glanced at him, not sure what he meant, though several
possibilities came to his mind, including one he knew was purely wishful
thinking.
     "Oh, not a woman for hire," said Juan, mistaking Barry's curious look.
     "Oh I wasn't thinking that," Barry responded quickly.  Actually that
had been his first thought, and he was relieved actually that the man
didn't seek out the services of a whore when he was away on business.
     "I am a faithful husband and father.  What I meant was a man's first
love, his hand," Juan explained, adding cautiously after a moment and
watching Barry's face for his reaction, "or perhaps the support of a male
friend.  It is not cheating when a man provides a service that a woman
cannot."
     "Oh, I agree fully," Barry responded, and then realizing how eagerly
he'd spoken, he tried desperately to think of something to say to cover it
up but could think of nothing.
     "Have you then had experiences with another man?"
     "Yes," Barry admitted, glad he had not found something to say to cover
up his enthusiasm.  The thought of helping Juan satisfy the need the man
was feeling suddenly became more than idle fantasy.  "When I was young and
before I got married, but since then only with a couple very close and
longtime friends, and like you said, because the need came up and the wife
was not available."
     "Well, we can go home to our wives, and perhaps finish this later
tonight," Juan said, "or if you are of such a mind, we could tend to our
needs right now, and carry on."
     Barry considered for not even a second.  "You practice safe sex?"
     "But of course," Juan replied, "except for a very close friend, whom I
trust explicitly.  A married man cannot take chances."
     "There a drugstore nearby?" Barry asked.
     "I know where there is a machine," Juan replied.  "Or we could go down
on each other until we are about to come, and then finish off by hand."
     "The mood could dissipate by the time we got the safes and returned,"
observed Barry, "and we would have wasted our money."
     "And a good rush of lust," responded Juan, his eyes narrowing with a
suggestive grin as he slipped his arm around Barry.
     The two men stood and the moment their lips touched any hesitation or
guilt the two men had been feeling disappeared.  Pulling Barry's shirt out
of his pants, Juan slipped his hands under it and massaged his back as
Barry began to unbutton Juan's shirt, revealing a thin, smooth chest.
Slipping it off his shoulders, Barry began to unbuckle Juan's belt as his
host unbuttoned and slipped off his and then reached down and pulled down
his fly.  Both men were wearing white cotton briefs, and both pouches were
bulged out.  They stepped out of their trousers, and wearing only their
briefs and socks, they stood in the middle of the office and kissed and
caressed each other, running their hands over each other's backs and
buttocks, and massaging each other's chests.  As they embraced and kissed,
Juan sighed with pleasure, his bulging crotch pressing against Barry's and
Barry's hairy chest pressing against his.  From the moment he'd met the
tall, handsome American he'd sensed that like himself the man was too
lustful to be limited to sex with women, and he was delighted that he was
right.
     Juan eagerly pushed down Barry's underwear and caressed his hairy ass
as Barry pushed Juan's down and began to fondle his swollen dick and his
low-hung balls.  Kissing first Barry's neck and then his chest, Juan
nibbled on his right and then his left teat, causing them to become firm
and causing Barry to squirm with the arousing irritation.  Juan's lips
skipped over Barry's chest and down his torso, his thin moustache and his
goatee causing Barry to squirm with arousal.  Dropping to his knees, Juan
nuzzled the handsome forty-four-year-old's nut sack and licked the salty
bag.  As Juan ran his tongue up the shaft of the stiff nine-inch cock and
then around the rim of Barry's sensitive knob, Barry ran his fingers
through the man's thick, coarse hair.  Thrills passed through the dick head
of both men until they were sure they were going to explode.
     Dropping down to the carpet, Barry lay on his back and Juan followed,
straddling the man with his hands and knees on either side of his body, his
mouth fastened to his thick, aching cock and his own cock jutting out above
Barry's face. Reaching up and easing the man down lower, Barry slipped his
lips about the man's hairy balls and sucked on first one and then the other
as the man sucked on his dickhead, and then Barry slipped his lips over the
man's bulbous cockhead also.  He slowly engulfed the man's stiff prick as
the man similarly slowly went down on his monster.  Despite Barry's
exceptional size he was able to slide his lips down the shaft to his hairy
pubes, expertly opening up and guiding the thick cock down his throat.
Barry trembled with the sensation of being totally swallowed, something not
all men had been able to do, and he similarly deep throated Juan.
     Juan slowly slipped his lips back up Barry's shaft and then sucked on
the thick tube of flesh, and he shivered as he similarly felt the suction
of Barry's mouth as the man's lips eased up his own cock.  His saliva
flowed copiously and he swirled it around the thick American tube steak and
then easing his lips up further so he could swallow, he savoured the
dick-flavoured saliva before swallowing it.  He was delighted to feel
Barry's spittle wash over his own cock and then feel the man's cheeks suck
in as he swallowed.  The two men delighted in the joys of sucking cock and
being sucked, enjoying the sensations rippling through their loins and up
their stiff members with just as much zeal as they enjoyed the fact they
were pleasing the other man.  Their breathing grew deeper and slower as
they gradually brought each other dangerously close to that peak of
ecstasy.
     Finally Barry groaned his warning and Juan pulled off his cock seconds
before he erupted, his thick cream gushing out of his throbbing flesh and
shooting up in the air, and then falling back down like a water fountain to
flow over his flushed knob and down his shaft to collect in pools in his
thick brown hairs and to run in thick rivulets over his balls.  As he shot
his load, Barry sucked deeply on the hot, throbbing cock in his mouth and
as Juan warned that he was about to come, he quickly slipped his mouth off,
and sliding farther down, raised his head and fasted his lips to Juan's
cocoa-brown pucker.  He forced his tongue out, inserting it up Juan's ass
and at the same time sucking on his hole.  Juan whimpered in ecstasy as his
load shot from his stiff cock and sprayed Barry's hairy chest and stomach.
     As the two hot, perspiring men gasped and panted in ecstasy across
town, their sons were panting and sweating also.  Having visited the school
the Lopez boys attended, they had headed over to the recreation centre
where they had played some four on four basketball, Manuel, Brett, Diego
and Bobby taking on the other four.  As their fathers collapsed on the
floor of the office and lay there in the bliss of their climaxes, the eight
boys headed home totally unaware of what their fathers had done, arriving
just as Juan phoned to say they would be working late.
     Observing that it was typical of men, and that more likely the two wee
tipping back a bottle of tequila, Rosetta Lopez brought out an evening
snack, knowing the growing boys would be hungry.  She had prepared them
tesupos, which was fried leftover stew, or cocido, with garlic and oregano
served on a tortilla and sprinkled with a little pasilla chilli sauce.
Having worked up an appetite, the boys devoured their supper hungrily.  She
also had prepared earlier mole negro, black mole, which consisted of
turkey, chocolate, tomatoes, walnuts, almonds, black chiles, and chopped
pork with a variety of spices ground up to form a paste to go with the
tortillas.  For another special treat she prepared them chocolate atole
made of white corn starch and topped by a thick layer of foamy chocolate
made from toasted and beaten cocoa, sugar and cinnamon.  After their
strenuous exercise, the boys ate ravenously and had several glasses of the
delicious drink.
     Their hunger satiated, the boys asked if they could go out for a
while.
  It being a brightly lit night and their last chance to visit, their
mothers readily agreed, remarking to each other as the boys disappeared out
the door how delightful it was to see them getting along so well, and
wishing that everyone in the world could get along like they did.  What
they did not suspect was that having satiated their hunger, the boys had
headed out to find a secluded spot to fulfill another type of hunger.  To
the surprise of the Brewsters, their hosts lead them to the graveyard they
had visited earlier in the day.
     "So tomorrow you must leave," observed Miguel.
     "Yeah.  Early in the morning."
     "So this will be the last chance for us to be together alone."
     "Yeah," responded Brent, glancing about the silent graveyard and
wondering if they really were alone.
     "So, you wanna jodeis?" asked Cisco.
     "Cono si!" responded Bobby.
     "The question is where?" asked Benny.
     "Here," replied Manuel and Miguel together, gesturing at their feet.
     "In the graveyard?" asked Brent.
     "Why not?" asked Diego.  "Everyone is done their visiting.  We will
not be disturbed."
     "And it has been recently cleaned and everything freshly painted,"
contributed Manuel.
     "And the dead are not going to complain," added Cisco with a grin.
     "In fact they will rejoice if we do," commented Miguel.
     "They will?" asked Benny.
     "In Mictlan where the dead have returned, they do everything they
enjoyed while they were alive," responded Manuel, "eating good food,
drinking fine tequila, smoking, and having sex."
     "Then let's get started," said Bobby, reaching over and grabbing the
closest dick, which happened to be Miguel's.
     "Way to go, cabron," observed Manuel, who happened to be standing on
the other side of Bobby.
     As Manuel slipped an arm about the bright-eyed twelve-year-old, Bobby
grasped the crotch of the sixteen-year-old with his other hand.  Standing
there and feeling the members of the twins beginning to swell inside their
cutoffs as he squeezed and stroked the bulges, Bobby began to swell
himself.  Brett slipped his hands under the white T of Diego who was
standing beside him, and the American teen's twin helped him pull off the
fourteen-year-old's T-shirt.  While the two gringo twins began to caress
the smooth, thin chest of the horny Latino boy and the two Mexican twins
were stripping Bobby, Benny and Cisco turned to each other and slipping
their arms about each other, they cocked their heads and kissed.  As their
soft boy lips pressed together, they pressed their groins against each
other and gyrated their hips.
     It did not take the eight boys long to strip each other and with
typical boyish eagerness, they cut their foreplay short and got down to
business.  Brett knelt down behind Diego and began to rim the
fourteen-year-old, delighting in the taste and smell of the young Mexican
boy's butthole as he reached around and fiddled with the youngster's still
limp but rapidly swelling boycock.  Brent had meanwhile sat up on one of
the marble mausoleums and spread apart his legs so that the horny
fourteen-year-old could nuzzle his crotch.  Manuel was meanwhile slipping
his spit-slick middle finger up Bobby's eager butt while he wanked the
twelve-year-old's stiff cocklet with the other hand.  Narrowing his eyes
and parting his lips with the pleasure pulsating through his cocklet and
his asshole, Bobby bent over to slip his mouth about Miguel's swelling
cock.  Benny and Cisco had meanwhile lain down behind one of the tombstones
and were eagerly sucking on each other's dick.
     It was a warm, humid night and the fragrance of the many cut blossoms
filled the air with a plethora of perfumes.  The heady aroma of copal still
lingered in the still air and merged with the perfume of the flowers as the
eight boys caressed each other and fiddled with each other's cocks,
buttholes and nips until all eight were hard and aching.  The American
twins settled in for a delightful session with the Mexican
fourteen-year-old, Brett easing his cock up the boy's hot, moist hole and
beginning to slowly fuck him while at the same time reaching around and
slowly jerking the sexy, dark-skinned youth off while the young
dark-skinned teen eagerly eased his lips up and down Brent's throbbing
bone.
     The American twins' Mexican counterparts meanwhile settled in with the
twins' youngest brother.  Bobby eagerly pushed out with his stomach as he
felt Manuel's slender six-inch dick pressing against his anus and he just
as eagerly slipped his lips about Miguel's twin cock as Manuel began to
wank him.  He loved cock more than anything else in the world, and next to
messing with someone else's cock, he loved having someone play with his
dicklet.  He eagerly slipped his rosy lips down Miguel's cocoa brown cock
and his cheeks sunk in as he sucked on the delicious Mexican tamale while
Miguel's brother sank his cock up Bobby's rectum until his thick, coarse
hairs pressed against the youngster's smooth baby soft butt.  By then Benny
and Cisco were engaged in a hot sixty-nine out of sight of the others, a
large tombstone draped with the death flower beside them.
     Driving his cock up Diego's rectum, Brett pulled down on his five-inch
cock, and then as he withdrew he pulled up on the youngster's throbbing
bone.  Brent squirmed with ecstasy on the marble mausoleum meanwhile and
ran his fingers through the thick, coarse hair of the Mexican youth as the
youngster bobbed his head up and down, slipping his lips down Brent's cock
to his curly blond hairs and then drawing back up to the rim of his knob.
The cocks of the three boys throbbed with hot young blood and their young
nuts began to swell.  Drawing his hips back, Brett's smooth butt brushed
against the petals of one of the flower arches.  He shuffled over slightly
but found as he drew back that he'd only moved closer to the floral
arrangement.
     Bobby was meanwhile beside himself with the erotic pleasure of
bringing off the two Mexican twins.  The youngster slipped his lips up and
down Miguel's cocoa brown cock and he sucked on the flesh tamale in eager
anticipation of sucking out the filling while the Mexican boy's twin fucked
his tight twelve-year-old ass.  With one hot, throbbing cock in his mouth,
and a twin up his ass, Bobby quivered in ecstasy.  His little cocklet
throbbed with young lust and waves of pleasure rippled through it and his
groin as skilful and gentle fingers tugged on the slender, sensitive organ.
Manuel's dark fingers contrasted sharply with the youth's milk-white
cocklet as he tugged on it, at the same time working his hips two and fro
and delighting in the hot moistness and tightness of the youngster's
rectum.  Fingers gently and softly caressed his buttocks as he humped the
young American boy, adding to his arousal.
     Benny inhaled deeply through his nose as he maintained the suction on
Cisco's slender dicklet, the fragrance of the blossoms and incense
combining now with the scents of boy sweat and lust.  He closed his eyes
and delighted in the combination of smells and the taste and smoothness of
the young boy's cocoa-coloured dicklet, and the arousal pulsating though
his own cock as the eleven-year-old Mexican boy worked his lips up and down
it from base to tip and sucked on it hungrily as if eager to taste his
thick boy cream.  Cisco inhaled deeply also and his mind spun with the same
heady aromas and lightness of mind as his blood drained down to his stiff
little cocklet.  He did not notice the petals of the death flower quiver,
nor the fact that there was not a breath of wind blowing through the
cemetery.
     It was not long before the eight randy boys reached their climaxes.
Brett shot his hot teen cum up Diego's hot, clenching ass while his twin
brother shot his thick, bittersweet load into the youngster's mouth.  The
fourteen-year-old savoured the one boy's thick, creamy load while
delighting in having the boy's twin shoot his stuff up his ass.  At the
same time he quivered as he felt his own young seed rise up his aching cock
and throb out the opening, shooting through the air to strike the side of
the marble mausoleum Brent was sitting on.
     The two Mexican twins were coming at the same time, Manuel's light
brown hands firmly grasping Bobby's smooth, white hips as he shoved his
forward and his seed spurted deep up the boy's rectum.  His twin brother
grasped the youngster by the head as he felt his own thick seed rise up his
solid cock.  He uttered a warning to Bobby who took a deep breath and
prepared to catch the Latino teenager's salty-sweet load in his mouth.  As
he felt the first shot streak along his tongue, the twelve-year-old
quivered as his groin exploded with his dry orgasm.
     Benny and Cisco were quivering also as they reached their orgasms, the
thirteen-year-old delighting in the sensation of shooting off a load and
the eleven-year-old quivering with his dry orgasm as he swallowed the
American teen's thick, delicious cum.  Neither boy noticed the very
definite trembling of the blossom petals beside them as the initial
explosion of ecstasy was replaced by a slightly less violent second
explosion, and then by a third.
     As Brett finally withdrew his cock from the hot confines of Diego's
rectum and turned, he was puzzled to see there was no bouquet of flowers
behind him.  He was certain he'd felt something brushing against his ass
while he'd been fucking the fourteen-year-old.  Similarly, as Manuel drew
his still stiff cock out of Bobby's delightful chamber, he was momentarily
surprised to see there was nobody behind him despite the very distinct
sensation of having a pair of hands squeezing his buttocks as he'd plowed
the youngster.  A smile slowly curled his lips as he wondered which of the
dead had lingered behind in the graveyard and had joined them in their
lustful romp, and he wondered if any of the others had had a silent partner
or witness besides.
     As the boys lay there in the cemetery and enjoyed the warm bliss that
follows sex, Barry and Juan wrapped up their agreement and put away the
papers.  After their hot sex session they had found a renewed strength and
new inspiration, resulting in a merger that was far better than either had
imagined coming into the negotiations and that they knew would please their
bosses.  Snacking on salted almonds and raisins and enjoying another glass
of tequila, the two men looked out across the city and the brilliant night
lights, and then at each other.  Elated at the success and inspiration of
their merger, the two could think of no better way to celebrate.
     Putting down their glasses, the two men embraced and kissed with a
fondness of newly- made friends and the passion of tequila driven lust.
Barry delighted in the feel of Juan's thin moustache against his upper lip,
and the feel of his goatee against his chin.  Having dressed and gone for a
walk in the night air before resuming their negotiations, the two men
quickly stripped down once again.  Barry reached around and gently caressed
Juan's smooth, compact butt, delighting in its firmness and smoothness.
Juan was caressing Barry's hairy butt meanwhile, and delighting just as
much in the soft hairs covering it.  His cocoa brown fingers contrasted
with Barry's pink flesh as he massaged his buttocks, and Barry's fingers
contrasted sharply with the Latino's brown butt.  The two men pressed their
naked bodies against each other, and slowly they felt their cocks begin to
rise once again as if they were a pair of randy teenagers.
     Meanwhile across the city in the darkened cemetery, six teens and two
preteens were feeling a renewed lust rising up between their legs.  Fuelled
by a sugar and caffeine high from the black mole, chocolate atole, and
sugar cookies, the eight boys once again reached out for each other.  Diego
caressed Benny's smooth backside with one hand and fondled his young balls
with the other while nuzzling Brett's musky groin.  Young Cisco ran an
inquisitive finger up Brett's butt crack and began to caress the
fifteen-year-old's tender anus.  Benny meanwhile reached over and cupped
Manuel's low-hung balls in his hand while Brent caressed the
sixteen-year-old's smooth backside, his pink fingers gently massaging the
cocoa-coloured buns.  Manuel meanwhile reached out for Bobby's tiny, limp
dicklet, and picking it up between his thumb and index finger, he thought
back to when his was so small and the delight he'd taken in wanking it
repeatedly until his brother had cautioned that it would catch on fire with
the friction.  His loins felt as if they were on fire as Benny messed with
his circumcised dick, tugging on it and running a finger along the
sensitive rim of his bulb.  Meanwhile, Bobby squirmed as Manuel tugged on
his limp little dicklet, and Miguel slipped his middle finger along his
butt crack.
     Fully erect, Barry and Juan embraced tightly, their long, hard cocks
pressed against each other and between their hairy stomachs.  Guiding Juan
back toward his desk, Barry slowly eased him down on his back.  As Juan lay
there on his desk, his feet on the floor and his stiff erection pointing at
the ceiling, Barry removed the cellophane wrapping from the condom packet
Juan had purchased when they'd slipped out earlier, and taking out the
rubber, he placed it on the tip of his knob and rolled it down his thick
shaft.  Turning to the hot Mexican laying on his back, Barry raised his
slender legs and smooth buttocks and stepped forward and Juan draped his
legs over Barry's shoulders.  Laying there on his shoulder blades on his
mahogany desk, his legs in the air and his stiff cock pointing down at his
face, he grasped the sides of the desk as he felt the tip of Barry's
sheathed dick press against his butthole.
     Benny had meanwhile gotten to his knees in the cemetery and Diego had
knelt down behind him and slipped his young boy dick up the horny American
teen's asshole.  Grasping Benny's stiff dick with his right hand, he
reached over with his left and grasped Brett's stiff by the base as the
blond-haired fifteen-year-old stepped up to the two younger boys.  Diego
slipped his lips over the older teen's stiff cock as the Mexican boy's
younger brother stepped up behind the fifteen-year-old and easily slipped
his little eleven-year-old dicklet up the long-haired teenager's rectum.
Manuel meanwhile stepped up in front of the kneeling American and Benny
eagerly took his cocoa brown cock in his mouth.  Stepping behind Manuel,
Brent grasped the Mexican boy by the hips and placed the tip of his stiff
cock against the long-haired boy's butthole.  Manuel eagerly pushed out to
accept the fifteen-year-old's slender dick.  Climbing up on the mausoleum
his brother had perched on earlier, Bobby presented his little cocklet to
Manuel whose long black curls swept over the youngster's loins as he cocked
his head and eagerly slipped his mouth over the proffered delight.
Climbing up behind Bobby, Miguel grasped the youngster by the hips and
Bobby just as eagerly pushed out as he felt the sixteen-year-old's cock
press against his rectum.
     Juan grunted with the effort of accepting Barry's thick, nine-inch
cock up his asshole, and with the ecstasy of being stuffed by the
American's thick verga.  Getting his ass stuffed was one thing that he
could not get from his wife, and was his justification for having sex with
other men as a married man.  Barry similarly could never get his wife to
accept him from the back, and finding pleasure in having a hot, tight ass
clenching his cock, he felt he was not cheating on his wife when what he
was doing was getting something that she could not provide him.  Both men
dearly loved their wives, and their families, but were just as equally
comfortable being bisexual and having the occasional encounter with other
men.  They were also responsible adults, and knew the importance of
practising safe sex as well as the need for discretion.
     Barry slowly began to ease his thick cock back out until the flanged
knob began to stretch apart Juan's sphincter and then he slowly sank it
back up his rectum.  Juan's hot, moist ass grasped his thick cock and
squeezed it tight as he withdrew it and then relaxed as he plunged his cock
back in.  Fucking ass was totally different from fucking cunt, and having
sex with a man was totally different from having sex with a woman.  In part
it was the physical difference, and in part it was psychological.  A man
knew how another man was feeling, and he knew what to expect.  It was more
than a comradery thing, it was more of a mutual understanding and
appreciation.
     Juan was feeling the same way.  It was also very different being the
one getting fucked compared to the one doing the fucking.  That was one
thing that separated men from women.  A woman might be able to take the top
position, or to be dominant, but she could not insert that part of her body
up the ass of another as a man could.  She could not know what it felt like
to be both the penetrated and the one doing the penetrating.  As he lay
there on his shoulder blades and looked up at the American plowing his
butt, he knew exactly how the man was feeling, and as Barry's long cock
massaged his prostate he quivered with a desire that heterosexual men would
never know.  There was a reason man had a prostate located beside his
rectum and that defied all arguments as to why a man should limit himself
to women.  As Barry's cock massaged his prostate Juan's balls began to draw
up tight below his swollen dick and he felt the need to release his load
slowly building up deep in his groin.  Barry too felt that need developing
and he began to work his hips to and fro faster, the friction against his
glans as pleasurable as the delight the friction of his cock against Juan's
prostate was to the Mexican.
     As the two men approached their climax, the eight boys in the cemetery
were approaching theirs.  Juan's son Manuel, and Barry's sons Benny, Brett,
and Bobby were feeling the same as Juan, their sphincter's itching
pleasantly, their rectums feeling wonderfully stuffed, and their prostates
sending shocks of arousal through their tight testicles as their asses were
eagerly fucked.  Barry's son Brent and Juan's sons Diego, Cisco, and Miguel
all knew how Barry was feeling as each worked his cock in and out of the
hot, moist asshole of his partner.  Although Barry was wearing a condom the
pleasure was none the less, and although the boys were fucking raw, they
had faith in the cleanliness and caution of their partners.  Benny squirmed
as Diego's hand stroked his swollen cock just as the fourteen-year-old boy
jacked himself off hundreds of times and he knew he'd be shooting off any
second.  Diego, Benny and Manuel sucked long and deep on the boy flesh in
their mouths, eagerly anticipating the approaching orgasm of the boy being
sucked and delighting in the knowledge that they were about to bring their
partners off.  Brett, Manuel and Bobby quivered and thrust their hips
forward as their climaxes approached, each one delighting in the thrills
passing through his throbbing cock.
     It was a clear, tropical night, the pitch black sky speckled with
brilliant stars and the warm air fragrant with the perfume of the cut
flowers and lingering aroma from the copal incense.  Burnt as an offering
to ancient gods and as a guide for the dead, it's heady fragrance would now
be forever associated with hot Latino-gringo sex as the eight rutting boys
grunted and panted in the still night.  The full moon climbing to its
zenith illuminated the distant mountains and shone down on the cemetery,
giving the crosses and tombstones and the eight boys a touch of pearl.  The
boys gasped and quivered as the first waves of climax rippled through their
groins and mysterious gentle caresses stroked their naked buttocks and
their breasts and caressed their young nipples where no hands could be
seen.  As the six boys shot out their seed into eager mouths and willing
assholes and the two youngest boys quivered with their dry orgasms, the
full moon shone down over the silent city and in the window of a distant
office building where two men closed their eyes and called out in ecstasy.
Barry thrust his cock deep up Juan's ass until his hairs were pressed
against the man's smooth buttocks as he filled the condom with his thick
seed, and Juan trembled with delight at having brought off the gringo as
his cock throbbed out his own hot seed, sending it spurting through the air
and into his open mouth and lacing his cocoa brown chest.
     With heaving chests the five Brewster males and the five Lopez males
delighted in their climaxes, and the climaxes of their partners, for the
best sex was mutual sex.  The six naked, teenage boys in the cemetery lay
back, a thin stringer of cum dangling from the tips of their still stiff
cocks while in the office building blocks away Juan sat up, his cock also
dangling a streamer of cum and his thick white cream streaked across his
cocoa chest while a pendant hung from his goatee and another from the thin
moustache on his upper lip.  Barry eased off his cum-filled condom and
squeezed out the remaining cream from his huge projecting cock.  He looked
across at Juan and the two men smiled.  Back in the cemetery Diego and
Benny leaned back against a gravestone with the taste of cock and cum on
their lips and Benny, Brett, Manuel and Miguel inhaled and exhaled deeply,
filling their lungs with air now scented also with the nutty aroma of fresh
cum, and they sighed with the delight of having had boy seed deeply planted
up their rectums.
     As the Brewsters finally reached for their clothes, they knew the
memories of their visit to Mexico would last forever.  As for the Lopez's,
this had been a unique and most surprising celebration of el dia de los
muertos, a celebration they would never forget.
  As the boys headed up the narrow street for home and Juan and Barry
headed to the parking lot, there were others long dead in Oaxaca and Santos
Reyes Nopala who would remember this particular Day of the Dead with
particular fondness also.
     "You think there might be some mole negro left?" asked Barry and
Brett, father and son sharing a sweet tooth besides other desires.
     Barry and his sons were not disappointed, and with the Lopez's, the
ten satisfied a renewed hunger resulting from their evening exercises.
Finally, as one by one they drifted off to sleep that night in the Land of
Seven Moles, each of them thought of an eighth mole, a complicated blend of
creamy white and translucent natural juices with an undescribable flavour
and texture, a sauce that was just as delightful to prepare as it was to
consume.  This had been one fucking awesome holiday.