Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:38:11 -0600 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Grandparents Day 1/3 (t/t t/b t/m b/m incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one twelve-year-old, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, who as loving grandsons, join their cousins, parents and other relatives in celebrating Grandparents day with their maternal and paternal grandparents in Banff, Alberta, as only the Brewster brothers can. 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 fortieth story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series. The Brewster brothers remind you to always play it safe. Condoms past the expiry date are best put on the museum shelf than on your pecker. Praise, unwanted heirlooms and story ideas for 2003 can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE GRANDPARENTS DAY 1/3 FRIDAY "Fly? We're gonna fly to Calgary? In an aeroplane?" asked Bobby, his hazel eyes growing wide with excitement. It was the beginning of the Labour Day weekend and they were sitting at the supper table discussing their upcoming plans. "Of course in an aeroplane, how else did you think we were going to fly?" asked his mother, sometimes totally bewildered by the thinking of her fourth youngest son. Actually the entire family was often bewildered by the thinking of their fourth born Brewster. The twins momentarily thought about flying over the Okanagan Valley in the arms of a genie, but their mother would never believe that had really happened and their thoughts turned to the flight attendant they'd gotten to know during the flight to Greece that summer as Bobby and Benny recalled their visit to the cockpit. Their mother would never have believed those experiences either. The memories of that flight and the fun they'd had in Greece, and the anticipation of spending the next weekend with their grandparents and relatives in Banff had the boys bouncing with excitement and grinning happily for the rest of the day. The week had not begun so pleasantly. Upon returning home from Penticton following the Ironman Competition, they'd found a stack of mail waiting for them, and in amongst the ton of flyers and junk mail and the stacks of bills, was a plain brown envelope addressed to Benny. Benny, in his innocence, opened it up there in front of everyone to discover inside was the October 2002 issue of Blueboy. The handsome, dark-haired young man on the cover clad only in a pair of bulging white briefs with the name Blueboy on the waistband caught everyone's eye before he was able to slip it back in the envelope. Giving him that "look", his mother held out her hand and Benny reluctantly handed the magazine over to her. "Honestly, Benny, I'm surprised you'd order filth like this." Brenda was more open minded than most women her age and figured in the world of censorship what adults wanted to read was their business, but she was a mother, and that her fourteen-year-old son would be interested in a skin magazine was not something she was about to accept. She'd never heard of Blueboy, but from the seductive pose on the cover, there was no doubt that was what it was. She herself had a healthy attitude about sex, and she just hoped that her sons would have a healthy attitude also and not think of sex as something dirty or demeaning to others as was sometimes portrayed in skin magazines. "But I didn't order it." "It has your name on the address label, and this address," she replied, looking at the label on the envelope. "But I didn't order it. I'd never do something like that." "Yeah, Benny's not that dumb," agreed Brent. "He'd never use his real name." "And he wouldn't open it up in front of everyone," added Brett. "Fu-, fu-, fu-sure," added Bobby. As their mother looked from one to the other, the boys realized their comments weren't exactly helping defend their brother. They credited their lapse to the seductive smile of the man in the bulging underwear on the cover. "Maybe it's not really filth like you thought," suggested Bobby. "Maybe we should take it back out and look at it closer." The twins were relieved when their mother turned to look at Bobby, clearly not about to follow their kid brother's suggestion but having momentarily been distracted from following up on their own comments. "Well, hey, it was just an idea," Bobby said with a shrug, "what do I know? I'm just a little kid." "Yeah, real little," agreed Benny with a suggestive smirk. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he could not resist the opening Bobby had left. "For sure," agreed Brent, spreading apart his thumb and first finger about two inches. Realizing his mother had caught the gesture, he froze there and began to turn a bright red. "Ah ." His face was so red it felt hot. "That's the size of Bobby's brain," offered Brett, always thinking fast on his feet. "Yeah, good one ah, I mean, yeah, that's what I meant, the size of his brain." Bobby and Benny giggled at the twins' attempt to cover up what Brent was really suggesting. Brett's comment was such a good response Bobby didn't even give him the finger, which would have been his usual response to such an insult about his brain. "That isn't funny, and nor is this," Brenda said, waving the magazine in front of them. "But I didn't order it, honest," Benny insisted. "Then why was it sent to you?" "I can make a guess," offered Brett. The family looked at him. "Bet the postmark is from Boston." His mother checked it out. "It is." "And I bet it's not printed in Boston." "Want me to check?" asked Bobby helpfully. "What are you saying?" Brenda asked, ignoring Bobby as she looked at Brett. "TJ and Ralph Lorne!" chorused his three brothers. "Doing it to us again!" "They've been getting us in trouble ever since the wedding" "Why would they be doing that?" The four boys looked at each other and shrugged. "They just have," said Brent. "Maybe they're jealous of us or something." "That could be," Barry observed in support of his four boys. That others would be jealous of her boys was not unthinkable for Brenda either. They were handsome, intelligent, outdoing, caring boys, boys that any mother would be proud of. She listened as her four sons presented their case, starting with their cousins' derogatory comments the Saturday morning they'd come to the house, comments that fags should not be allowed to marry or even exist and that they'd never be ushers for a fag wedding. Brenda was not surprised to hear that from what little she'd seen of the boys' parents. That they'd spread rumours that the twins and Benny were gay was also not that difficult to believe. After the attempts by leading citizens of their own community to squelch the local scouting for all movement and the opposition to Crestview's first Gay Pride Day, and after listening to Barry's brother's tales of discrimination and harassment, Brenda was well aware of the attitude of many toward homosexuals. The boys' explanation as to why they all suddenly had to take a leak, and their suspicion that TJ and Ralph Lorne had jammed the men's room door shut and then removed the jam while nobody was looking was feasible. The two boys could have spiked the breakfast fruit punch with diuretic, and they had been at the hall at that time. That they were the ones who'd put Epson Salts in Grandmother Brewster's tea also made sense, especially if they really had spiked the punch with diuretic. It was also not that difficult to believe they had drawn the derogatory picture of uncle James and Uncle Romano given their attitude toward homosexuals and the attitude of their parents. "And who else would have left that message in the men's room at the Sheraton for bl-, bl-, bl-, ahhh. . . ," stammered Benny. "Yeah, for blah, blah, blah," said Bobby, trying to help. "Those calls weren't for air, were they?" Brenda observed. The boys looked at each other and slowly shook their heads. "And they were the ones who filled in your names and address on coupons for all those free samples of feminine products." The boys nodded. "And to think I punished you boys for their pranks!" Brenda said, aghast she'd done such a thing now that she put it all together. "To think I even suspected you of doing such wicked things! How will you ever forgive me!" "Hey, that's all right, Mom. You were under a lot of stress, with the wedding and all the family here and everything. We knew you'd never think we did those things under normal circumstances, and once you had time to think about it you'd realize it wasn't us," observed Brent, always the quickest to make Brownie points. "Yeah, we understand," agreed his brothers, quick to follow. "I never did really believe that you boys would be so mean, even while I was punishing you. I just couldn't think of another reason for those things happening." "Well, if you'd really like to make up for it, increasing our allowance would be a good place to start," Bobby suggested with a twinkle in his big hazel eyes. "Well, I certainly will," Brenda said, "and pay you the allowance I cut off." "How about extending our curfews?" added Benny hopefully. "I don't think it would be unreasonable to extend it an hour on Fridays and Saturdays," Brenda replied, glancing at her husband for confirmation first. "While you're at it, how about buying us a car?" asked Brett hopefully. "Well, now that one we'll have to think about," Brenda responded, looking at her husband again. It was a topic she and Barry had already been talking about now that the boys were going into grade twelve. "All right!" "Let's go look for car sales on the net." "A convertible would be great!" "A red one." "Oh yeah!" "Can we be excused?" "May we be excused?" "Sure, you and dad gonna go look for car sales too?" Benny asked with a grin. "Most likely gonna go for a bit of tail," whispered Brent. "What was that?" asked Brenda. "Ah, I said most likely there's gonna be quite a bit of sales," Brent responded lamely. He was not as good at thinking on his feet as his twin brother. Brenda smiled. "All right, you boys go, but we're making no promises about a car." "Thanks, Mom." "One of us is going to have to phone your cousin George about his two boys," Brenda observed, looking at Barry as the boys raced for the door. Brett came to a sudden stop and his three brothers crashed into him. Disentangling himself from his brothers, he turned and looked at his parents. "TJ and Ralph Lorne gonna be at the celebration for Grandparents Day?" "Yes, their parents are planning on being there." "Then leave it to us. We'll fix them." "Well, I don't know," Brenda responded, looking at her husband. "What those boys have done needs punishing. Some serious punishing." "Their parents should know what they've done," Barry added, supporting his wife. "Remember, you guys always said adults shouldn't get involved in kids' squabbles." "This is a bit more than a squabble," observed Brenda. "Please, Mom? We'll see that they apologize for what they did and will never do that sort of thing again." "Well, all right," she agreed. No mother could resist those big, pleading eyes. "You want us to throw that magazine in the garbage on our way?" asked Bobby. "Thanks, but I'll take care of that," Brenda replied. No mother was that gullible. So the boys raced off to check out cars, and then to begin planning their revenge on their two cousins. It had been a delightful way to spend the day. The rest of the week and the long weekend flew by quickly and the boys, decked out in their new school clothes and with their new school haircuts, headed off to school the following Tuesday. For Bobby, it was great seeing all his friends again and exchanging stories about their summer, though of course there were some things he could not share about his, and others that if he did nobody would believe him. One of the highlights of his first day was learning that in his Grade Eight History class they were to select an ancient culture and do a major term report on it. He knew what culture he was going to study, and he already had some great first-hand information about it. Unlike the sanitized version that he'd learned back in Grade Five, his report would tell it as it really had been in Ancient Greece. His classmates deserved to know the truth. They weren't little kids anymore. With the stuff he knew and his authentic sources, his teacher would have to give him an A for sure. Maybe they could work in pairs and Aaron could illustrate the report. Now that would definitely be worth an A! Of course another highlight of his first day was hooking up with his best buddy Aaron, whom he'd had little opportunity to see over the summer, Aaron being on holiday when he was home and vice versa. However, as Bobby observed to his brothers Tuesday night, "abstinence makes the hard grow stronger" and when Brent corrected him with the right version he simply replied that Brent could have his sayings and he'd have his own. He also reported happily that he and stopped over at Aaron's after school for a quick sixty-nine, and that Aaron's dick had grown a quarter of an inch over the summer. He, like Bobby, hadn't gotten any hairs yet, and wasn't able to cum, but they were both certain that it had to be any time. Even so, he reported that sucking each other off had been sweet, a phrase Aaron had picked up over the summer and that was becoming more and more common at school. "And there's a new boy in three of my classes," Bobby continued, describing his first day. "He is straight from China and his name is Wong Soeng-Jung. Wong is his last name and Jung is his first name. He has to be the hottest looking boy in the whole school, and maaaaannn, you should see his fucking eyes and smile. He's got the sexiest eyes and smile I ever seen." "Uh-oh, sounds like Aaron's got competition," teased Benny. "Oh no way. Aaron's my best pal. But that don't mean I can't get it off with other guys too, or Aaron either for that matter." "You haven't even met the guy and you're talking about getting in his pants?" asked Brent with a shake of his head and a smile. "Oh, we've met," replied Bobby. "You have?" "His locker's just down from mine. He was putting his stuff away at noon when big fat Scott Hurd and his goon friends came by. Scott bumped into Jung on purpose and knocked his books flying and made a big joke about how he was so small he didn't see him. Then when they was walking on down the hall one of his dumb friends commented that they shouldn't allow "chinks" into the country. Well, I went and helped him pick up his stuff, and invited him to have lunch with Aaron and me." "That was nice. It's tough being new in school. Remember how rough we had it when we moved to Crestview Heights from Edmonton?" "Oh yeah," Brett's brothers all groaned. "Of course being nice to Jung had nothing to do with wanting to get in his pants," said Brent with a grin. "Of course not," replied Bobby with an even wider grin. Wong Soeng-Jung was going to be thirteen in October. Standing at four-foot-seven inches and weighing just seventy pounds, he was the smallest boy in Grade Eight, and smaller than most of the grade seven boys. Being naturally shy and quiet, like his older brothers and his parents, and having been in America for less than a month, he'd found his first day at school particularly terrifying. His highlight of his first day was being befriended by the spontaneous American boy with the devilish grin who was in three of his classes and who had taken it upon himself to show him around the school and explain the routines that the rest of the students took for granted, and being invited to have lunch with him and his buddy. "Well, there's lots of new kids in my classes," Benny observed, Crestview Heights High School having three junior high schools feeding into it. His first day, like Bobby's, had been great also. For one, like Bobby, he'd had little opportunity over the summer to chum around with his best buddy, Justin, and he was delighted that he and Justin were in some of the same classes together. He had been excited about entering Grade Ten and being in the same school as his two older brothers again, but he was a bit hesitant too. Despite his natural outgoing personality and "what- me-worry?" attitude, it was frightening to be going to a new school three times the size of Crestview Junior High School, which had become very familiar and comfortable. Based on his first day impressions, his new classes, teachers and classmates were going to be great. "There's this one kid in my phys ed class, Robbie. Oh man, you should see his body! He's like five-foot-six and a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and every bit of it is muscle. He's into dirt biking and rock climbing, and he's going to join the wrestling club. Fuck, I'd love to have a wrestling match with him. When he flexes his arms you should see the way his biceps bulge out." "Bet there was something else bulging out too," Bobby observed with a leer as he glanced at his brother's crotch. "Oh yeah," admitted Benny as he reached down and squeezed the itching tube in his jeans. He's got these dark eyes and long sexy eyebrows, and this real shy smile, and he's a wicked dresser. He had on this short-sleeved T with flames and black jeans today. Benny sighed, and his brothers glanced at each other knowingly. Like their two younger brothers, Brent and Brett had also been looking forward to the return to school. Now in their twelfth and final year of school, the twins found their classmates had changed over the summer. Now more subdued and serious, those who were sincere about their education were thinking about getting good grades, about scholarships, and about what they would be doing after graduation. Also like their two younger brothers, they'd been looking forward to seeing friends they'd not seen much of over the summer, and especially their boyfriends. Cam was, in Brett's eyes, even handsomer and sexier than ever. Neither boy had yet come out, but those who knew them well knew that the two boys were gay, and in love with each other. The way they looked at each other during class and in the cafeteria, it was evident that they were lovers. For some they found that romantic and were happy for the two teens. For others, unfortunately the majority despite the area being up scale and progressive, their love was something disgusting. One thing was certain, when it came to homosexual love between teenage boys there was nobody who didn't have an opinion. Billy Hollis was one of those who didn't give a damn what others thought. He never had, and if anything, his self confidence increased with each passing day. He arrived at school the first day with his eyebrows dyed a blood red and with his naturally dark brown hair now curled and highlighted with the same colour. About his neck was the hematite bead choker Brent had given him as a token of his love last Ostara, the blood red stones matching the colour of his highlights, and the silver pentagram resting on his naked chest. His purple silk shirt was several sizes too big and the top three buttons undone so that his pierced nipples were easily seen. He'd chosen leather pants, so tight that you could see the outline of his cock extending down his left thigh. He'd had a very interesting summer, having spent most of it travelling with his parents and visiting craft covens around the country, and the rest of the time with his gothic friend Mordock. Brent was, of course, eager to tell him of his experience on Mount Olympus, and Billy was just as eager to share the knowledge he'd gained over the summer with his beloved. Billy was not the only one who had raised eyebrows and who had students whispering about him in the hallways, cafeteria, and student lounge, and staff talking about him in the staff room. Two new grade twelve students were a striking pair of twins, James and Max Decazale. They were striking boys, standing at six-foot- three and weighting a hundred-and-forty pounds, with broad shoulders and the slim waists and strong thighs of swimmers, a sport that the two boys excelled in and had many trophies for. Their hair was shoulder length, brown red with natural blond streaks which was as unusual as it was attractive. Max's eyes were brown, the colour of the earth, and James's blue, the colour of the sky. Max was deaf, as revealed by the strange way he accented some of his words, which some people had mistaken being a European accent. There was something about the two boys that immediately struck those who met them, something vague and undefinable, something that told you they were different. Their parents had the same air of mystery and darkness about them. Both were new teachers at the high school, their mother, from whom they had apparently inherited their good looks and the red tint of their hair, taught chemistry, and their father, from whom they'd evidently inherited their height and swimmer builds, taught history. They were, according to gossip in the staff room, excellent teachers, and although they were personable and approachable, there was something different about them that nobody could put their finger on. The family had moved into the old Von Spiel House, a run down mansion on the edge of town which had been vacant for the past fifty years and which was rumoured to be haunted, one of the reasons it had remained unsold all these years. Whereas the two new twins were quiet and unassuming in their manner and dress, another new grade twelve student by the name of Ron Danson was loud, mouthy and demanding attention the first day he'd shown up at the school. One rumour was that he had moved to Crestview Heights from one of the inner city schools upstate. Another was that he had been in Reform School the previous year, and the reasons for his confinement ranged from drug dealing to kidnapping and raping a classmate, and from vandalism of his former school to threatening a teacher with a knife for starters, and those were only the rumours for the first week. There was no question from his behaviour and his dress that he was a mouthy, trouble-making punk. He wore a stone-washed denim vest over a tight, black, wife-beater T-shirt with a red and yellow flames print and that revealed a bulging set of biceps and a broad, muscular chest. His baggy cargo pants sagged three-quarters of the way down his hips revealing plaid boxers of various shades of red. The crotch was shredded and revealed more of his boxers, and threatened to reveal more than that. He wore shiny city-dude high- healed cowboy boots draped with chains, which also hung from his low-slung cargo pants. Most striking of all was his long, luxuriant scarlet hair, thick and flowing and extending three-quarters of the way down his back. It shone in the flourescent lights and bounced as he walked. He immediately collected a following of punks and admirers over the next three days, and he took an immediate disliking for Brent and Brett whose hair was the closest in length to his. "Hey, Brewster girl," he called as Brett headed for the cafeteria to meet Cam the first Friday of school. Brett had seen the troublemaker in the hallways those first four days and continued to walk, hoping by ignoring him he'd also be ignored. "Hey, sissy little girl, I'm talking to you!" he hollered as he quickened his pace. Ignoring the tyrant had been the wrong response. Brett's heart fell as he felt the bully's hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing strutting down the hall like some big important man?" Brett didn't think he was strutting, but he knew better than to retort. At five- foot-eleven-and-a-half, Ron was three inches taller than he was, and at a hundred-and-fifty-eight pounds, the eighteen-year-old was twenty pounds heavier. "You are a man, aren't you?" Ron asked, to the amusement of the group of his followers, some of whom, like Danny Maartens and Conrad Blackwell, had reason to dislike Brett and his brother. Brett did not respond. "With that long, fine blond hair you look more like a girl. If you want to look like a man you need hair like mine." Ron jerked his head, causing his hair to swing in a wide arc. That he had a full head of gorgeous hair nobody could deny. As Brett began to walk away Ron reached out and grabbed him by the hair and spun him around. "And can't tell from those sissy cargo pants you're wearing. You gotta wear something tight, or rip the crotch out like I have to show your stuff." "Maybe he don't have any stuff to show," someone observed, causing them all to laugh. Continuing to grasp Brett's hair with one hand, Ron dropped the other and grabbed his crotch. Brett twisted, but Ron's grasp on his hair prevented him from being able to do much. "Don't feel nothing," Ron observed to the amusement of his fans. Twisting Brett's long hair about his fist he pushed him down to his knees. With his head at crotch level, Brett could not help seeing the flashes of Ron's hairy crotch through his shredded crotch and the fly of his boxers. What lurked inside was inviting despite the pain and humiliation the bully was causing. "Hey, what you looking at?" Ron suddenly barked, twisting Brett's head as he realized Brett had been staring at his crotch. "You a little pervert fag?" Before Brett or anyone else could comment, Brent and Billy rounded the corner of the corridor. Seeing his brother was in difficulty, Brent ran toward him. "You better watch it, Ron. Here comes his brother." "Huh, I can handle both of these sissy boys with one hand," Ron replied as he looked up at the two approaching boys. "Word is him and Billy Hollis are into witchcraft." Ron released his hold on Brett, yanking out a fistful of hair at the same time. He didn't believe the rumour for one moment, but the goth dude could be packing a knife or something. Besides, he'd made his impression, which was the whole point of the confrontation. Looking down at Brett with a smirk, he continued on down the hall. The twins and Billy heard Danny Maartens making some snide comment about Brett being a fag and needed to be taught a lesson, and they knew that the run-in with Ron Danson was only the beginning. As the boys boarded the aeroplane for Calgary later that afternoon, they put thoughts of school aside and thought instead about seeing their grandparents again, and about the revenge they'd planned for their two cousins from Boston. "So who all is going to be at the party again?" asked Brent as he tucked in the back of his shirt, the twins having just finished helping the male flight attendant deliver drinks and snacks and straighten up the galley, and Bobby and Benny having just returned from their tour of the cockpit with big happy smiles. "Well, of course there is your Grandpa Nat and Gramma Marie," Barry began. "All my brothers are going to be there, Uncle Jeffrey and Aunt Tracy with your cousins Trevor, Bobby and Brad, Uncle Cory, and of course Uncle James and Uncle Romano with your cousin Giovanni," he said, the family having taken to calling James's lover Uncle and accepting his son as a cousin and nephew. "And travelling up from Calgary for the weekend is of course my sister Tammy and David with Josh and Markey and the twins Corrine and Roseanne. My uncle Bill, your grandpa's brother, and his wife Corrine will drop in for sure living in Banff, and probably their daughter Cori if she's not on tour." "On tour?" "Cori is a well-known singer and songwriter, and produces her own radio show. She has several CD's out." "Wow, cool. She have any kids?" "No, Cori isn't married," Barry replied, glancing at his wife. Benny was quick to notice the exchanged glances that signalled that there was something they were not being told. "And, as you know, my cousin George and his wife will be there with their daughter Brittany and of course TJ and Ralph." "How come they're gonna be there? Grandpa's not their grandpa." "No. Their grandpa, Grandpa Nat's brother John, passed away last year." "So why are they coming to Grandpa's party?" Barry and Brenda glanced at each other. "Well, Grandpa Nat is cousin George's uncle," Barry explained. "Huh?" said Bobby. "He just wanted to come," Brenda responded. The boys sensed there was more to this story than they were being told, but decided why they were coming really wasn't that important. They were just glad that they were because they had a score to settle. "That is the Brewster side of the family. Then there's your mother's side," Barry continued, hoping to distract the boys from asking any further questions. That his cousin George had his eye on the Brewster family operations in Alberta and took every opportunity he could to suck up in the hopes of getting his foot in the door was not something he wanted to discuss with his sons. "Grandpa and Gramma Campbell really going to be in Banff?" asked Brett, having fond memories of visits by his grandparents from Scotland. "Yes," Brenda replied with a smile. "They will be coming with my sister Martha and my brother Malcolm." The boys had met their aunt Martha, a spinster who lived with her parents and who continually sent them gifts that were more appropriate for kids half their age. Malcolm was also unmarried, and they barely remembered him other than his thick Scottish brogue and bushy eyebrows. "And making their first trip to Canada will be my brother Alex and his wife Edna, with their boys Douglas, Ross, the twins Kirk and Alister, and the twins Emily and Janet." "We'll never keep them all straight," observed Brent. "Hope they're not all straight," whispered Benny, causing his brothers to giggle. "Though straight boys can be fun," Brent commented with a whisper, thinking of their fun at the Ironman competition. "Boys, what have you been told about whis ." "Sorry, Mom," they chorused. "Will Aunt Debra and Uncle Wayne be coming?" asked Brent, referring to their mother's only sister who had left Scotland to live in the United States. "No, unfortunately it is a busy time for them on their ranch." Her sister had married Wayne Parker, a third generation rancher who like his brother Daniel owned a large spread in the Texas Hill Country, inherited in Wayne's case from a bachelor uncle. There had been plans for them to spend a couple weeks with their cousins on the ranch two summers ago but other things came up, and they'd never found another opportunity. "That's too bad," observed Benny. Their aunt and uncle had one girl, the last born, and four boys all close to their age. The few times the two families had gotten together the boys had had a great time, and although nothing intimate had happened, the Brewster brothers had sensed that their cousins would not be averse to messing around, and of course they'd hoped they might have some time to do just that with some of their relatives on this weekend. "There will be someone else you know there," said Brenda with a smile. "Yeah? Who?" "Your cousin Gordie." "Yeah?" the four boys responded, practically shouting. "And his brothers Robbie and Ian." "Gordie has brothers?" "Yes. Actually it's because of his younger brother Robbie that they're coming." "What do you mean?" "Well, it seems like Robbie won this contest and the prize was a two-night holiday in Banff, and four nights in any location in the United States for three." "Why's that strange?" "Well, Robbie is 15 and in high school, the same school Gordie was in when he visited us. He doesn't remember entering any contest, and of all the coincidences, it all just happened as we were planning the special grandparents party, which is perfect timing. Gordie and his brothers are very close to Grandpa and Grandma Campbell, having lived with them in Killean for a couple years while his father was out of work a few years ago. But adding to the mystery is the fact that they can't seem to locate the person who sent them the letter with the money and tickets, a Sean Morchella." The boys glanced at each other in response to the two names. Sean was finally delivering on his third promise! "Wicked!" observed Benny. "Fu-, fu-, fu-." "Fu-sure," chorused the twins. "It's going to be great seeing Gordie again, and meeting his brothers. How old is Ian?" Brenda thought for a moment. "Twelve. He'll be thirteen next month. "Oh man, I can't wait to meet them." "Aye, now thit's fir shair," said Benny to the amusement of his brothers and his parents. Settling back and thinking of Gordie and the fun they'd had during his visit, they each casually placed one of the flight magazines from the back of the seat in front of them in their laps and each slipped his right hand under it for some groping. Before they knew it they had landed in Calgary and were driving up the TransCanada highway to Banff. While they'd been living in Edmonton the boys had spent a part of every summer with their grandparents in Banff. As they approached the town they became more and more excited, and when they pulled up to the huge, imposing Brewster Mountain Lodge in the middle of town they literally exploded out of the rental minivan. The next two hours were a whirlwind of greetings, introductions, hugs and kisses as they met those who were already there and greeted those who arrived after them. An entire section of the lodge had been reserved for the family, which had not been a problem as it being the second weekend of September and the weekend after the long Labour Day Weekend, they were in the downswing of the tourist season. "Well, if it isn't the sissy Brewster brothers," observed TJ sarcastically as he approached the four brothers in the main lobby. Of course he'd never have said such a thing had there been adults around, or other cousins who might report his comments. "Well, I guess you're not as dumb as we thought," retorted Brett. "What do you mean by that?" "You actually recognized us," Brett responded, to the amusement of his three brothers. That was not part of their rehearsed script. "Very funny. I'm just surprised they let you fags and fag- lovers into the country." "We used to live in Alberta, in case you didn't know," Benny retorted. "At least now we know where you got your funny accents." "As if you Bawston bowys don't speak funny," replied Brett, mimicking their Boston drawls, again to the amusement of his brothers. They loved their brother, and especially the way he could think so fast on his feet. Of course he could think fast on his hands and knees and various other positions besides. "So, you been getting any interesting phone calls?" asked Ralph Lorne. "Or any interesting mail?" asked TJ, he and his brother exchanging glances and laughing at their idea of a joke. "Hey, that reminds me, we better get going. We got an appointment to keep," said Brent, kicking into their plan. "To get your pretty long hair done?" asked TJ. "Maybe they've arranged to meet some of those men who phoned them in June," Ralph Lorne said with a leer, disappointed, as was his brother, that their comments had not gotten a response from the four brothers. "Well, it is related," said Bobby, amazed how easily TJ and Ralph Lorne had played right into their planned conversation. "Com'on, let's go, Bobby," said Brett, pretending to be ushering him away before he said anything more. "By the way, you're in the Dorrington Suite, right?" asked Bobby, twisting out of Brett's grasp. "How'd you know that?" "Lucky guess," said Bobby. The Dorrington Suite was one of the three top suites at the lodge, the Claude Brewster Suite being another and reserved for their mother's brother Alexander and his family, and the Bud Brewster Suite being the third and reserved for Grandpa and Grandma Campbell. The only suite bigger was the Boss's Suite, which had been set aside for Barry and Brenda, because they had planned and organized the event, and because they had the largest family at the family gathering. Grandpa Nat and Grandma Marie, who had once operated the lodge, owned their own home in Banff. "Com'on Bobby," Benny said in a stage whisper as he grabbed his younger brother, "before you give everything away." As they headed through the lobby for the door, Bobby kept glancing behind him, as if he was trying not to be seen checking if the two cousins were following them. Of course the two brothers exchanged glances, and as soon as the four Brewster boys were out of sight, they quickly headed for the door also. The Brewster boys' plan was working perfectly. They walked quickly, being sure of course that they did not lose their followers. They finally spotted who they were looking for, or rather, the type of individuals they were looking for, two young, slender Japanese men about the twins' height and dressed in black hooded sweaters and black jeans. Banff being a major Japanese tourist attraction, and in fact having Japanese signs on many of the businesses and having many businesses owned by Japanese interests, it was not that difficult to find two men such as they were seeking. It was growing dark as they moved into the shadows of one of the side streets with the two men. "So that is the layout of the lodge," Brent said, waiting until TJ and his brother had snuck up behind the garbage bin where they'd purposefully stopped to give the two boys cover. "You guys do sneak up on people in their sleep don't you?" he asked in a stage whisper. "Of course," one of the two Japanese men answered. "I thought you had some sort of code of honour or something that said you couldn't attack unarmed people," observed Bobby. "Not at all," the man said with his oriental accent as he shook his head. "You are thinking of the samurai. They follow the bushido, the warrior's code of honour, which they must follow at all times. The ninja's only code is to do whatever it takes to get the job done. That gives the ninja a great advantage." "So that's the Dorrington Suite, and just the two boys, not their parents or sister. Understand?" "We understand. Do not worry. We have provided this service many times." "Yeah, you've told us in your Email." "So, you gonna use those star things you throw?" asked Bobby. "Shuriken?" responded one of the men. "We could, but they are used more for self defence, or to discourage the enemy if one is chased. A much better way would be to use the fukiya." "Oh yeah, we'd like you to fukiya them!" Bobby said brightly, a natural response though not part of the script. "What is that?" "The fukiya is a blowgun. For them to die fast we would poison the tips of the darts." "We don't want them to die too fast," observed Brett. "Oh yeah, they got to suffer a bit." "A lot." "Perhaps a nunchakus then." "What's a nunchakus?" "A chord or chain tied to two sticks. It can be used to strangle the victim." "Oh yeah, that would be cool," said Benny. "You'll get your payment tomorrow, after it's done," observed Brett. "But if we can find a private place right now, we can give you a down payment," said Bobby wrapping an arm about the waist of one of the men. His brothers glanced at each other and then at their kid brother. That was not part of the script, but it was a tempting thought. TJ and his brother stared at each other, their eyes wide in surprise and disbelief as the two men and their cousins headed up the alley. By the time they came to their senses, the six had disappeared. For the next hour as TJ and Ralph Lorne tried to convince their parents to immediately head back to Boston, or change hotels, or at least rooms, Brett and his brothers took the two men they'd selected off the street on a private tour of Banff, the four boys knowing the town well from their many visits, and gave them directions on how to get to some of the best and less touristy sites in the park the next day, their payment to the two men for their part in the scam, which had gone off even better than the boys had planned in that they'd only had a couple minutes to prompt the men. By the time they finally arrived back at the Lodge, their two cousins were frantic, much to their delight. They joined the rest of the relatives who had gathered in the lobby lounge, which had been set aside for them that night. "So you really once owned this Lodge?" asked Giovanni, his face reflecting his wonder as he sat on the floor before the fireplace and looked up at his new father's father, which technically made him his grandfather even though they were not related by blood. He was an impressive looking man, five-foot-eleven with a shock of white hair, a grizzled white beard and thick dark brown eyebrows above a pair of piercing, hazel eyes. Although recently turned seventy-five, he still walked ram-rod straight, though perhaps not with as quick a step as he once had and with a bit of a bowlegged gait, the result of many years in the saddle. His face and hands were weathered and decorated with liver spots, and an obstinate kidney and a touch of arthritis reminded him of his age. He was wearing a tan jacket with a blue and red Indian geometric design and a white shirt for the occasion, but had refused to put on a tie. A wide leather belt and large ornate silver buckle held up his Wranglers, and his tan cowboy hat hung on the wall behind him. "Yes, at one time," Nat Brewster said. "Brewster is now wholly owned by the Viad Corporation, but the Brewster family is still very much involved in the daily operation and the management of all aspects of the lodge, besides other business interests here in Banff and the surrounding area." "Tell us about how your grandpa helped settle this area, Grandpa," urged Benny as he sat down beside Giovanni and snuggled up against him. His three brothers gathered around them. He, like his brothers, had heard the story many times, but never tired of hearing it. "Well," their grandfather began with a pleased smile as he looked around at his children and grandchildren, and at his daughter's relatives from Scotland, "it all began with my great- grandfather who immigrated to Canada during the great potato famine in Ireland in the mid 1860's." "I thought we were descended from William Brewster who came over on the Mayflower," observed Bobby, looking at his brothers and then at his grandfather as he realized for the first time the contradiction between the story he'd often heard his grandfather tell and what he'd discovered almost three Thanksgivings ago. "Actually," his grandfather said, looking up at the crest above the fireplace, "the Brewster family can trace their ancestors back to Lanarkshire and other ancient territories of the Scottish English Border Ridings between the eleventh and twelfth centuries." "That's the Brewster Crest we told you about," Benny said proudly, pointing it out to Giovanni. "A blue shield with an ermine chevron between three starfish with a leopard's head on the crest," he recited from memory. "What does Verite Soyez Ma Garde mean again Grandpa?" "Truth be my keeping," Nat Brewster replied. "So what's that got to do with your great grandpa being hungry for potatoes?" asked Bobby. "Being hungry for potatoes?" asked Brent. "Yeah. He was famished, remember?" Brent rolled his eyes. "The potato famine was when the crops failed in Ireland and the people were starving," he explained. "Oh. Well, I know Ancient Greek history better than Ancient Irish," Bobby responded. "But I thought our ancestors came to American on the Mayflower." "They did," his grandfather explained. "From Lanarkshire we can trace our family to William Brewster of Nottinghamshire, whose son William immigrated with his wife Mary to New Plymouth Colony. They had six children." "Yeah, including Love and Wrestling Brewster," observed Bobby. "Right," his grandfather said, surprised but pleased that his grandson was that familiar with the family history. He would have been even more surprised to learn just how Bobby had come to learn about his ancestors Love and Wrestling Brewster. "Well, Love had four children." "He got married?" asked Bobby. "I thought he was a . . . a . . . well. . . ." "Shh, let Grandpa continue." "Sorry." "Well, one of his children was Nathaniel, who lived between 1636 and 1676. Over the next two hundred years Nathaniel's family spread, and one of his great-grandchildren immigrated from America to Ireland, which is where my great-grandfather William was born to one of his descendants. He and his wife Sarah immigrated as I said in the 1860's to Kingston Ontario where my grandfather John was born. Like many young men, including his older brothers, he felt the lure of the west and as a young man followed the Canadian Pacific Railroad to Banff, except back then it was called Siding 29. He started a dairy there in 1886 and a member of the Brewster family has lived here in Banff ever since, for over a hundred and ten years." "Tell everyone about your father and brother," said Brett, who liked that part of the story best. "Well, winters in the mountains were too rough to keep dairy cattle year round, so Grandpa John set up his homestead where the Brewster Kananaskis Guest Ranch is today. He had six boys and a daughter. Boys seem to run in the Brewster family," he said with a smile at his many grandsons. "Two of his sons were Jim, who was born in 1882, and my father Bill, who was born in 1880. They weren't exactly very keen on being dairy farmers," he said with a chuckle. "Being industrious and inquisitive, they preferred to go camping and to explore the mountains. With the help of an Indian friend of the family, William Twin, they became expert mountain men. They actually took their first group up into the mountains on a pack trip with horses on request of the manager of the Banff Springs Hotel when they were only ten and twelve years old. That was the beginning of the Brewster business venture in outfitting, and today we still have the Brewster Mountain Pack Trains operating throughout the Kananaskis and Lake Louise areas. They later started a livery stable, a mercantile store, the first opera house in Banff, and a transportation service to take guests from the railway station to the hotel. From one horse-drawn carriage they expanded to two and then three, and then to cars, and now the Brewster Transport Company has a fleet of over eighty coaches. They built the first ski lodge at Sunshine, and the chalet at the Columbia Icefields. And of course this lodge was eventually built as the tourist industry in Banff took off." "Yer family has sairtainly done verrry well," observed Duncan Campbell, the boys' other grandfather. "It has," Nat responded. "But the greatest joy of all hasn't been the various businesses we've formed. It has been the family and the close relationships we've maintained." "Speaking of which, we'd better be heading off to bed. We have two full days of family fun planned," observed Brenda. "Can't we stay up a bit longer and hear more about the Brewster ancestry?" asked TJ. His father, having no idea why his son didn't want to go to bed of course, beamed at his son and opportunity to flatter their guest of honour. "Yes, there must be many stories to hear," quickly added TJ's brother. "Another time," Marie Brewster said as she slowly got to her feet. "Perhaps you young people can stay up until all hours, but some of us need our bedtime." "Just like when we were kids, sending us off to sleep so you and Dad could go off to bed," joked their oldest son, Cory, to the amusement of everyone, everyone except Brent, whom nobody had noticed had slipped away. As everyone headed off to their rooms, a dark, shadowy figure in tight black trousers, a black jacket with gauntlets on the sleeves, a hood and a mask, loitered in the hallway. With the approach of the Boston Brewsters, it quickly slipped away, but not before both TJ and Ralph Lorne spotted it. With their hearts racing and their legs so weak they could barely stand, the two boys crowded their parents so close they kept tripping them, and once in their room, they double checked that the door and windows were locked. Despite their best efforts, they could not convince their parents to stay up and talk, and despite their claims to be afraid of bears, wolves, mountain lions, and every other creature they could think of that roamed the mountains, their parents assured them they were quite safe indoors and didn't need the light on. The two lay there wide awake, eyes and ears alert for the next hour, and growing more and more tense with each creak and rustle in the hallway. It began to rain outside, which added to their fears as they imagined a Ninja scaling the side of the lodge under cover of the storm. "We gotta do something," whispered TJ. His younger brother nodded, his pale face deathly white in the moonlight shining in through the window. "We gotta get them to call those two ninja off." His younger brother nodded again. "We gotta have really gotten them mad." Ralph nodded, his heart beating so loud he was sure his parents could hear it. It was certainly louder than TJ's whispers. "I don't know what it'll take. They'll want something." TJ found he had to talk. It didn't alleviate his fears, but it helped. "I'll give them anything. My allowance every week, my CD collection, anything." "Me too. They're gonna want an apology." Having to apologize was going to be a big sacrifice. "They got it. I'll write it in blood and kiss their feet." "They might want us to kiss something else." "I'll kiss it," replied Ralph, knowing what his brother meant. "I'll smother it with kisses. Anything they want." "Should we go tell them?" "Yes!" Their parents, like the rest of the adults, had conked out almost instantly in the thin mountain air. The two boys quietly tiptoed out of the room and down the hallway, staying so close to each other they might as well have been joined. They knew the boys and their parents were in the biggest suite, but they were no longer jealous and only hoped they hadn't locked their door. "Wha-," began a voice in the dark. "Aghhhh!" the two boys screamed, spinning around at the sound and grasping each other tightly. "Don't!" they said together, throwing their hands in the air. It was not a pair of ninja. It was Brent. Or Brett. They could not tell the difference when Brent wasn't wearing his piercings. "What are you doing out here?" TJ asked. "I was going to ask you the same thing." "Looking for you." "Me?" "And your brothers." "We're sorry." "Really sorry." "Please forgive us." "We'll give you anything. Do anything." "Honest." "You can have my watch. It's worth five hundred dollars." "I don't have a watch," Ralph said. "But I can go back and get my wallet. You can have it. And every thing in it. I got about forty dollars. That's not much, but when we get back to Boston I'll send more. As much as you want." "Wha-," began another voice behind them, causing the two boys to spin around again and hug each other once more. It was whoever the other twin was. "What's going on?" "I dunno," said the first twin. "Please forgive us." "Just call them off." "Yes, please. Please oh please oh please." "We'll do anything. Anything at all." "Anything." The two boys were almost hysterical. "Just say what." "Yes just say what." "Kiss each other," said one of the twins. The two boys glanced at each other, hesitated for less than a second, and turning red with embarrassment, embraced and kissed each other on the lips as if boy and girl friends. "That'll do for a start," said Brett. "Come with us." Brent and Brett had hoped their cousins would be so frightened that they'd come looking for them, though they had been prepared to break into their cousins' room if they had to and offer them an alternative to what the boys had overheard if they'd been too dense to ask. The two boys were not that dense, and at the moment they were too frightened for their lives to question where they were being taken. They followed the twins down the hall, down the stairs to the main floor, and through the large, spacious lobby. Normally the lobby would have been staffed during the night, but with all the rooms occupied and most of them by family, the no vacancy had been turned on and the lodge locked up. As the two Boston boys entered the exercise room beside the sauna, they were surprised to find it filled with their cousins and the young Scottish members of Brenda's family. They stood there in the middle of the room in their expensive Abercrombie and Fitch pajamas and hundred dollar slippers and glanced about the room nervously. It was clear they'd been expected. "We figured you'd try to wimp your way out of what you've got coming," observed one of the twins. It was frustrating for the two boys to not know which one was which, not that it really mattered. "Wimp?" reacted TJ angrily by reflex, feeling more secure now in the crowd and in the light. "You've arranged to have us kil ." "You can start by apologizing." TJ and Ralph Lorne glanced at each other. Of all the things they'd imagined they might do to save themselves, they knew apologizing would be at the top of the list, and the most difficult. They also knew the alternative was not a choice. "We're sorry." "Real sorry." "Unh-uh. Say what it is you're sorry doing." And so the boys did, for everything, for spiking the punch with diuretic they'd found in the bathroom and then jamming the door so the guys had to pee in the girls room, for putting Epson Salts in Grandmother Brewster's tea, for drawing the lewd picture of Uncle James and Uncle Romano, for leaving the message in the men's room in the Sheraton to phone the boys for blow jobs, for filling in the feminine products coupons with the twins' names, and for sending Benny the gay magazine. Those who'd gathered in the exercise room had been told about the things the two cousins had done, and some of the things they'd found humourous, but even the most sympathetic of them could not condone what the two boys had done to Grandmother Brewster, nor the fact they'd done the things to their own relatives. Most of all they found their attitude toward gays and their pompous arrogance repugnant. By the time the two boys were finished apologizing, their audience, whom TJ and Ralph slowly realized was all boys, had no sympathy for them. "Okay," said Brent. "Now strip." Glancing at each other, and quickly around the room of boys, the two slipped off their slippers, unbuttoned and removed the tops of their navy blue pajamas, and their eyes about to tear with shame, they pushed down and stepped out of their pajamas bottoms. The boys hooted and giggled at the sight of their bare butts and dangling genitals. The two boys stared down at the floor totally embarrassed as they turned a beet red from their scalps to their toes. "Now why don't you show everyone what great kissers you are." They hesitated and TJ gave Ralph a quick peck on the cheek. "Com'on, you know that's not what I meant," said Brent. "Wrap your arms about each other and give each other some good kissing." Their faces hot with shame, the two naked brothers embraced and kissed each other on the lips. The younger boys giggled at the sight. They continued to kiss, awkwardly and self- consciously, and then deep kissed each other when told to do so. Their audience, from seven-year-old Markey and his brother eight- year-old Josh to twenty-year-old Gordie, began feeling the beginnings of arousal as they watched the two boys kissing and slipping their tongues in each other's mouth. Their master of ceremonies then had the watching boys form two lines, pairing them up as close as he could by age, and starting from the oldest to the youngest, leaving out Gordie as there were seventeen of them there excluding TJ and Ralph. Benny handed each of the two boys a clear plastic glass. "Okay, now show us your jerk off skills," he said with a grin. "You're gonna have a competition. You gotta jerk each guy off and squeeze out all his juice into the glass, and for the guys who can't squirt yet you gotta jerk them til they cum dry. When you finish your row, the winner gets to jerk Gordie as the prize. Then you'll switch rows and do it again so each guy here's gonna get jerked off by each of you. Now get ready." Seventeen-year-old TJ glanced shamefacedly at the first boy in his row, Douglas Campbell of the same age, as TJ's younger brother glanced up at sixteen-year-old Robbie McGregor standing at the head of the other line. The two Brewster boys had only met the Scottish teenagers that day, and they were now expected to touch their most private parts and jerk them off. Of course the two Scottish boys, like the rest of the boys in the room, had been told ahead of time the penalty the Brewster brothers were going to exact, and had been given the option of not joining in on the revenge. Wanting to see justice done, they had all chosen to stay, the opportunity to get a load off having of course nothing to do with their decision. "Go." TJ pulled down the fly of the boy he'd just met and barely knew as Ralph did the same. Douglas and Robbie, being normal, healthy boys, were no strangers to jerking off, nor, unknown by the Brewster brothers, being jerked off by another boy. Their faces blushing with embarrassment, the two naked teenagers reached into the flies of the two practically unknown boys, found the openings to their underwear, and slipped their fingers inside. Though what they were doing they'd done to themselves millions of times, it felt strange locating the soft, limp dicks in the underwear of the two other teens, and even stranger pulling them out. The two boys' cocks were soft and warm and felt strangely pliable. TJ and Ralph slowly began to slide their fingers up and down the two limp organs, and Douglas and Robbie being normal, healthy boys, the stimulation had immediate results. Despite their airs of aloofness, TJ and Ralph were typical boys also, and were no strangers to the secret practice of masturbation. They had first succumbed to the temptation four years ago upon TJ's discovery of the secret. Though perhaps they did not practice the solitary pleasure as frequently as most boys, they did practice it. They had not, however, ever done someone else, not even each other, and they stared now at the two swelling cocks in embarrassment, unable to look up at those watching them, and their shame being too evident if they looked away. The sight of another boy's cock in their hand was dirty, but, they found, erotic too. Both Douglas and Robbie had begun jerking off before they could cum, and the two boys frequently resorted to using their hands to satisfy their needs when they didn't have an alternative, having sometimes jerked off up to four times a day in their early teens. Both had a steady girlfriend now, but they still on occasion jerked themselves off. Though it was rare, they had jerked and had been jerked by other boys before also, so the experience in the exercise room was not totally new, though having it done by whom you might consider two perfect strangers, by two Americans, and in the presence of over a dozen other boys was all new, and highly erotic. Their cocks quickly became hard, and with Douglas at eight-and-a-half inches and Robbie at just over seven, the two boys knew their organs were nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. They stood there and enjoyed the pounding sensation in their blood-engorged cocks and the tingling about their dick heads. The humiliation of the two boys jacking them off added to their pleasure, and justified what they were doing. And so they stood there in the exercise room, their cocks jutting out of their flies, and concentrated on the physical pleasure pulsating through their organs. Gradually the itchy irritation about the rim of their glans was accompanied by a growing tension in their loins. As their breathing grew louder and prolonged, they glanced at each other and grinned shyly. Each knew exactly how the other was feeling, and each knew that the other was about to come. That knowledge made them feel all the hornier, and they squirmed and panted with their growing desire. The others knew the two boys were close to coming, and as Ralph and TJ held the plastic cups up in front of their stiff cocks, the other boys broke their line formation to watch. For some of them, seeing another boy spurt was still relatively new, and even for those for whom it was a more common experience, it was still hot seeing a guy's stuff come shooting out of his dickhead. Being watched by fifteen other guys was just too much for Douglas and Robbie, and the two teenagers suddenly spurted, their thick, rich cum squirting against the sides of the plastic glasses and oozing down the sides to the bottom. Watching the two boys squirting out their stuff, TJ and Ralph felt dirty having gotten them off and standing there holding their squirting cocks. They felt even dirtier as they squeezed their cocks tight and milked out their remaining semen, which now hung in a streamer from the tips of their flushed cocks to the pool of their cum in the glasses. As TJ and Ralph pulled on their cocks, a glob of cum oozed out of the openings and slid down the streamer, and as TJ and Ralph pulled again a second bead followed the first. They continued until they could squeeze out no more and the streamer broke off. The next two in line by age were the twins, Brent and Brett, who, placing their hands on their hips, grinned at their two cousins expectantly. Revenge was sweet. Pulling down their zippers, TJ and Ralph slipped their fingers through the openings of their jeans and underwear, and finding their semierect cocks, guided them back out through their underwear and their jeans as they had done with Robbie and TJ. It had been humiliating doing the two Scottish boys, but it was even more humiliating doing the two sixteen-year- olds that they'd held in contempt because of their attitude toward homosexuals in general and specifically toward James, a relative TJ and Ralph felt an embarrassment to the family, and in envy because of their confidence, popularity and good looks. The delight they'd gotten in the pranks they'd pulled was undone as they began to slide the boys' foreskins up and down over their cock heads. It was now the twins who were gloating over them. Delighting in the humiliation of the two boys and their much awaited revenge for all the trouble they had caused, the twins summed up all their will to slow down the swelling of their cocks. They wanted to enjoy the humiliation of their two cousins for as long as they could. It worked, but they could not delay getting hard forever. Becoming stiff, they concentrated on the throbbing pleasure of their shafts and on the tingling of their glans, feelings that were far from new to the two experienced and randy teens, but which they enjoyed each time they became erect. As TJ and Ralph began to work their hands up and down their shafts, the twins enjoyed the pleasure rippling through their stiff cocks just as much as they'd enjoyed the first time they'd ever been jacked off. Being jerked off by their two snobbish and arrogant cousins made this time all the more pleasurable. They concentrated on the pleasure between their legs, and they concentrated on the look of embarrassment and hatred on the faces of their two cousins. Even though the two brothers knew they should be hiding their feelings about their four cousins, their hatred for being humiliated and forced to engage in this disgusting competition were too strong to disguise. That just made it all the sweeter for Brent and Brett. They held back as long as they could, prolonging the embarrassment of their Boston cousins and giving everyone amply opportunity to check them out. They knew their huge dicks were the envy of the other boys, Gordie and Douglas being the only two in the room to exceed them in that department. Their nuts slowly began to tighten, and the two brothers, who knew each other's thoughts and feelings not just because they were identical twins but because of their deep love for each other, and because they'd come together hundreds of times, grinned at each other as they reached that ultimate peak of sexual pleasure. They, like the two boys before them, had thick, copious loads, and it took TJ and Ralph several minutes to milk their balls dry. Next came the Campbell twins, and just as TJ and Ralph could not tell the difference between Brent and Brett, nor could they tell the difference between Kirk and Alister. The two fifteen- year-old Scottish boys being new and potential sexual partners this weekend, the Brewster brothers took particular care in checking them out. They were good-looking boys of average height and with athletic builds, with thick, curly, dark brown hair tapered along the back and sides, sexy, deep-set hazel eyes with high cheekbones and flat noses, and thick sensuous lips. They had opted to push their trousers and their Guinness beer print boxers down to mid- thigh, revealing that they were identical right down to their cocks and balls. They were well hung, being close to five-and-a-half inches, and had huge, low-hung balls. They glanced at each other and smiled as the two American boys began to wank them, and they inhaled and exhaled slowly as they concentrated on the physical pleasure of being jacked off. Brent and Brett could not help wondering if the twins jerked each other off as they often did, and if they did more than just jerk each other. It was evident that they were enjoying being done by two other boys at any rate. As their nut sacks began to tighten, the two boys' eyes narrowed and they licked their lips in anticipation. Despite having just cum, Brent and Brett felt a stirring between their legs at the sight of the obvious pleasure of their two Scottish relatives. TJ and Ralph methodically pumped their fists up and down the two stiff cocks, drawing their foreskins up and down their shafts. With sharp intakes of breaths, the two fifteen-year-olds tensed and added their loads to the two glasses. Giovanni and Benny were next in line, and the two boys grinned at each other as their stiff cocks were pulled out by TJ and Ralph. Benny had noticed that Giovanni was wearing the gold chain with the Brewster coat of arms pendant that he and his brothers had given him when his dad and their uncle had married, something that they'd observed had not gone by unnoticed by their Grandfather Brewster. Seeing the smile on his face was almost as great as seeing the smile on Giovanni's face the night they'd given it to him. As TJ and Ralph began to jack the two boys off, the two boys thought back to that wedding night, and the fun that the four Brewster brothers and the newest addition to their family had engaged in. That had been an awesome night. The two boys stared at each other's dick being pumped by another's hand and they licked their lips as their thoughts turned to the pleasure of being jacked off. A guy did not have to be gay to enjoy that pleasure. It was different having someone else's hand jerking your dick than your own, and it was different having it done along with someone else. It was certainly different having fifteen guys watching you and knowing that every guy in the room knew how your dick was feeling. They squirmed and sighed with the pleasure throbbing through their stiff cocks, and when at last they came, they stared into each other's eyes as they shot their loads into the plastic glasses. TJ was slightly ahead of his brother, and he began on Trevor Brewster at least half a minute before Ralph began on Trevor's brother Brad. The two boys, fourteen-year-old Trevor and thirteen-year-old Brad, were accustomed to getting off together, and jerking each other off. Being jerked off together by two other boys on the other hand was an exciting and new experience for them. The smell of fresh cum was already thick in the small, closed-in room, and the erotic fragrance combined with having watched eight guys already shoot their loads had the two young teenage boys randier than they'd ever felt in their lives. It was not long before the two Connecticut boys were gasping and squirming with the approach of their own orgasms. With open and unabashed groans, they adding their contributions to the plastic glasses. Thirteen-year-old Ross Campbell and twelve-year-old Bobby Brewster, the brother of Trevor and Brad, were next. Both boys were used to jerking off with their brothers, both doing themselves and doing each other, but this was their first experience being jerked off by guys they barely knew, and their first experience being jerked off in front of a room full of guys. In a way, having their cocks taken out of their pants and exposed to everyone and then jerked off was embarrassing, and they glanced around at the others shyly. Those who had already been jerked off had not bothered to tuck their dicks back in their pants, and Kirk and Alister had not bothered to pull their trousers and underwear back up. It was embarrassing being jerked off in front of everyone, but the sight of all of the exposed cocks that had already been jerked off was hot. As Trevor looked up at TJ he wondered how he was feeling being forced to jerk off every guy in the room. He looked ashamed and resolved to the fact as he stared down at the floor, his right hand mechanically pumping his cock and the left holding the plastic glass of cum in front of his dick. He knew TJ was being forced to do this for the things he'd done to his cousins, but for himself, jerking off everyone in the room was something that he wouldn't have minded doing at all. The thought of jacking off so many cocks all in one night was the wickedest thing he'd ever imagined, and this was going to be a night he was going to remember for many jerk off sessions in the future. Bobby Brewster was thinking the same thoughts as he watched Ralph's fingers working up and down his stiffie. This was the hottest thing he'd ever done in his life. As Trevor added his load to the glass, Bobby trembled with his dry orgasm. The other twelve-year-old Bobby Brewster and Ian, Gordie's twelve-year-old brother, were next. Both boys pushed down their jeans and their underwear. Bobby had been delighted to see his cousin from Connecticut had been unable to cum, fearing that perhaps other than the two little ones in the group, he might be the only boy unable to squirt. He was also delighted to see that Ian did not have any hairs either. It made his own hairless pubes not seem so babyish. The two boys inhaled and exhaled deeply and uninhibitedly as their stiff cocklets were wanked, getting jacked off being too great a pleasure to try to hide how they were feeling. The two preteens watched their skins being pushed off their knobs and then pulled back up, and then checked out each other. It was hot watching themselves getting jerked off, and it was even hotter watching someone else getting wanked. Their knobs were flushed a bright red with arousal, and their balls bounced between their legs as their dicks were worked on. As Bobby's balls began to tighten and draw up under his dick, he stared at the glass of cum and wondered if this was going to be the time he squirted. He saw Ian's balls drawing up under his dick also. The two boys began to squirm as they felt their climaxes approaching, and they held their breaths as the pressure built in their loins and they ached to squirt. Finally Ian threw back his head and began to spasm as his dry orgasm racked his body. Bobby was jerking and gasping with his own dry orgasm moments later, disappointed he had not squirted but comforted by the fact that his Scottish cousin was not yet able to cum either. Besides, it felt too great when a guy came to be that disappointed. By this time Ralph had caught up to TJ and they both started on the two preteen boys, eight-year-old Josh and his seven- year-old brother Markey, both boys having chucked their jeans and underwear and both boys being rock hard. The two youngest boys in the room had been jerking each other off regularly for almost two years, ever since their experience with the Sandman the weekend they'd visited their cousins in Crestview Heights. Having been introduced to the pleasures that could be had with their pee tubes and those of others by their four cousins, they had introduced those pleasures to their closest friends upon their return home. They now proudly stood there with the big boys and got their little stiff dicklets wanked just the same as they had. Watching the two youngsters staring intently at their little dicklets being jacked off, and seeing the look of pleasure on their faces had each boy in the room reaching down and squeezing his own cock as they thought of their earliest experiences. Josh's and Markey's cocklets might only be as big as the bigger boys' thumbs, but they tingled and itched just the same as the biggest cocks in the room. It was not long before the two boys were dancing with their still awesome and mysterious orgasms despite the fact both had already experienced that delight hundreds of times over in the past two years. Declaring the race a tie, Brett had TJ and Ralph pull down Gordie's trousers and underwear. To nobody's surprise his cock was stiff and the tip wet with pre-cum. It had grown a bit longer and thicker since the boys had seen him, and was now eight-and-a- half inches long with the shaft one-and-three-quarters inches in diameter. Having TJ begin to jerk off his cock and Ralph began to play with his hairy, low-hung balls, Brett and the others gathered around to watch the two Boston boys bring their oldest cousin off. As they watched, the Brewster brothers thought back to Gordie's visit three years ago, and resolved that they'd have some fun with his huge dick themselves before the weekend was over. It was ironic in a way that every boy in the room regardless of his sexual preference and experience were wishing the same thing while the two boys who were fiddling with him were hating every second. As for Gordie, he knew he was the star attraction, and that did not bother him. Nor did the fact that the two boys jacking him off were doing so against their wishes, and that, to be truthful, was an added erotic twist to the evening. That his four American cousins were responsible was no surprise after his last visit with them. So, he stood there and enjoyed the physical stimulation of having his balls and cock stroked and the eroticism of being watched by sixteen other boys all of whom had already been wanked. Having watched each of those sixteen boys getting jerked off, it was not that long before Gordie was adding his shot to TJ's glass. As the boys formed two lines again, TJ and Ralph switched and began down the lines once more, each of them now jerking off the boy that his brother had jerked off. Although they had come just forty minutes earlier, Douglas and Robbie had no difficulty getting erections, nor shooting another load into the plastic glass slowly filling with cum. They, like the other teenagers in the room, were normal, healthy boys and had plenty of boy juice stored up in their balls. After milking them dry, much to the delight of the two boys, and to those watching, TJ and Ralph moved on to Brent and Brett. And so they made their way down the line, jerking off the boy before them and adding his seed to the growing pool in the two glasses. Their wrists now weary, they jerked each cock mechanically, and mentally checked off each boy as they went down the line. In the end they both jerked off Gordie again, but this time TJ playing with his balls while Ralph jacked him off and adding his load to Ralph's glass. To their dismay, the boys found their humiliation was not yet over. The boys in the room formed a circle as Brett told them to jerk each other off. Although they had jerked off side by side for those first few times after learning about the solitary pleasure, they had separate bedrooms and had soon gotten into the habit of jerking off in solitary before going to sleep. They had never at any time touched each other, and they did so now with shame and reluctance unlike most of the other brothers in the room who had jerked each other off willingly and eagerly many times, seeing no harm and no shame in sharing such an enjoyable experience as getting off. To be honest, most delighted in bringing their brother off and delighted in the knowledge that their brother was just as delighted bringing them off. Unlike the rest of the boys in the room, the two Boston boys had not found the evening erotic, and had not gotten stiff during the entire evening. Now, under their brother's hand, each boy's cock stiffened. With flushed faces and shame-filled eyes, they stroked each other's cock as they'd stroked their own, and as the physical pleasure grew each struggled with the conflicting emotions of guilt and arousal, of shame and pleasure. They were very conscious of the watching audience and they stared at each other's crotch as the pressure increased in their loins and their balls began to constrict. They inhaled and exhaled deeply and shuddered as they added their loads to the thick, creamy, white and translucent discharges in the two glasses. After TJ and Ralph had milked each other dry, Brett and Brent each took one of the glasses of cum and held it over the heads of the two naked brothers and teasingly tipped it, much to the cheers, amusement and encouragement of those watching. Asking if they should continue, those watching gave Brett a rousing round of applause and a resounding yes. The two glasses, each with thirteen shots of cum, were slightly more than three-quarters full, each containing close to seven ounces of boy juice. The edge of the creamy, sticky fluid bulged out over the lip of the two glasses, swelling like growing blobs of creamy-translucent pudding. Gravity finally pulled the blobs over the edge, and as the globs of cum fell they pulled more of the gelatinous liquid with them. Landing on the two boys' heads, the white slime quickly began to ooze down over their foreheads and down the sides. It caught in their eyebrows and ran down the side of their noses and over their upper lips and oozed down in front of their ears and down their cheeks to hang in pendants off their jaws Once started the rest of the gooey cum glopped out of the tipped glasses and Brent and Brett quickly directly the thick, slimy liquid over the boys' chests and teats where it continued to ooze on its own down their smooth skin to their belly buttons and on down to their pubic hairs where it formed pearly blobules. They poured the boy slime down the boys' backs where again it oozed on its own down past the small of their backs over their soft pink butts, and down over their tail bones and down their cracks to their puckers. With the bulk of the cum poured out, Brett and Brent dangled the long, slimy pendants hanging from the glasses over the boys' limp cocks and their once again descended balls, lacing their genitals and thighs with the remaining streamers. Scooping up a smear of cum from the inner side of the glass with his index finger, Brett raised TJ's right arm and he wiped the slime from his finger in the boy's hairy pit. Brent followed suit, wiping his finger off in Ralph's silk pit hairs. Wiping up another smear from inside the plastic glass, Brent wiped his finger off between Ralph's legs under his balls and swirling and scooping up the remainder of the gooey mix on the bottom of his glass, Brett did likewise to TJ. Watching the final humiliation of the two boys, which everyone in the room agreed they deserved, there was not a boy who didn't feel his cock once again begin to swell with arousal. As the two brothers put their expensive pajamas back on and as the navy blue material began to darken where the globs and streamers of cum began to soak into it, the witnesses to their humiliation laughed and observed how embarrassing it was going to be to have their mother find their cum stained pajamas the next morning. Others commented how their mother was going to think they had one hell of a wet dream to have soaked themselves with cum from head to foot, causing the entire room to roar with laughter. "I'm shair those two regret havin' ever crrrossed ye," observed Gordie addressing Brent and his brothers as everyone headed back to their rooms. "Oh, that's just the beginning," observed Brett with a smile. "We got all weekend." His three brothers giggled. "I've fir shair nivir met anyone else like ye fourrrr, and I doot if I ivir will." The amusement and hint of admiration in his voice caused the boys to glance at each other and smile. Despite everything he knew about the four brothers, Gordie was still surprised that boys their age would be so sexually aggressive and knowledgeable. The boys also sensed a hint of arousal along with the admiration and amusement. "Well," said Benny, "afore ye gae back t'Scotland, we'll huv t'git together fir a wee bit ay fun." They all laughed, and the boys noticed that Gordie didn't disagree with Benny's statement. Nor did they.