Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:39:07 -0600 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Grandparents Day 2/3 (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 2/3 SATURDAY The next morning during the family breakfast, Grandfather Brewster mentioned that a couple moose had been spotted in the north end of the town site despite the fences and other barriers that had been set up to keep the animals away. That of course resulted in an expedition of adults and children to the north end of town to observe the large, ugly creatures. For their Scottish cousins it was the first opportunity to see the huge animals in the wild and up close, and it was an exciting experience. On the way back to the lodge, the Brewster brothers described to their male cousins hikes they'd made out into the park in the fall to watch the animals rutting while visiting their grandparents. Out of the hearing of the adults and his female cousins, Bobby observed that the males were built almost as well as cousin Gordie, causing them all to laugh and a few of them to feel the twinges of arousal as they recalled watching Gordie getting jerked off the night before. "Oh yeah, their cocks are humongous," observed Benny, the authority on all things sexual, as a group of the boys fell back behind the adults and girls. "When they're fully extended from the pouch they're like two feet long." "Too bad we didn't know about the moose last night," said Brett with a grin as he glanced at TJ and Ralph. "They could have stood in line and gotten wacked off too." Several of the boys giggled and Ralph and TJ turned red, embarrassed by the mention of what they'd been forced to do, and angry with the four Brewster brothers for having made them do it and for bringing it up. "Well, it's not too late to go back and find them and let TJ and Ralph give them a thrill," observed Brent, helping his twin brother with the teasing. "Oh maaaannnnn, wouldn't it be great to have one that size?" Bobby sighed as he imagined being hung like a moose. "It'd be awesome to jack off." "But harrrd tae walk aroond," observed Ross, causing them all to giggle with the idea. "Never mind us, maybe you'd like to go find a moose and give it a thrill," observed TJ, unable to resist giving any one of the Brewster brothers a jab in retribution for the previous night. "Sure why not?" retorted Bobby, rising to the challenge. "You two would probably be too chicken to do it." "You'd really try to masturbate a moose?" scoffed Ralph. "Yeah, I would." "No way." "Wanna bet?" "Yeah," challenged Ralph, unable to resist the opportunity to show up the youngest of the four oldest Brewster brothers. "We know where there are a couple big mouths," added TJ in support of his brother. "Okay," responded Bobby. "And speaking of big mouths, you two can put yours where the action is." "Huh?" "After I jerk one off, you two can drink its cum." "Yeah, well speaking of mouths, when you fail, you know what you can do with your mouth," observed TJ, jerking his finger at his crotch. "Yeah, both of us," agreed his brother. "Deal," agreed Bobby. "You'll need a plastic glass a lot bigger than the ones TJ and Ralph used last night," observed Brett. "Yeah, I'll probably need a bucket," Bobby observed with a grin. "Com'on, thir's nae wae ye can masturrrbate a moose!" protested Ian. "Com'on then, I'll show you," Bobby responded. "Wait a sec. I'll go get something you can catch its cum in," said Brett. As he got up, he motioned out of sight of the others for Giovanni to join him. Brett returned ten minutes later empty handed. "Oh no," warned TJ suspiciously. "You're not gonna get out of this by saying you couldn't find anything." "I found something." "What?" "This," said Brett, taking out a condom packet from his pocket. "Com'on, Ah've nivir seen a moose's cock afore, but its gotta be way too big tae put one of those on," observed Robbie. "They stretch," observed Brett. "And besides, Bobby just has to put it over the tip to catch the cum." "Oh yeah, that's all Bobby has to do," Bobby observed, looking at Brett incredulously. He had no idea how he was going to get out of the predicament his big mouth had gotten himself into, but he was accustomed to getting himself into and out of tight situations. He wasn't used to his brother getting him in deeper. "So, com'on, let's go," said Brett. Brett's eagerness made his brothers immediately suspect he had a plan. So, the four of them, TJ and Ralph, Robbie and Ian, and Ross headed out to where they'd seen the moose, the rest of the boys dismissing Bobby's boast as impossible and not wanting to waste their time when they could be doing something else. Of course by the time they got back to where the moose had been sighted, the park rangers had rounded up the animals and escorted them out of town before the tourists found out about them and put themselves in danger trying to get their picture, or even worse, doing something dumb like trying to feed them or even pet them. Brett knew from past holidays with his grandparents that would happen. After half an hour of searching, the boys, not exactly high in patience, were ready to give up. "You're lucky they've left," observed TJ. "Well, hey, I can't help that," Bobby responded, trying not to sound relieved. "Let's go back where we seen them one more time," suggested Brett. As they headed back he ignored Bobby's glare. Bobby had figured his brother had a plan initially, but he could not be sure of that, and sometimes even Brett got carried away when it came to bets and challenges. The group of boys studied the forest thicket on the edge of the meadow where they'd seen the moose browsing that morning. "There." "Where?" "Over there." "I don't see nothin'." "By that big tree." "All the trees are big." "I seen one. Straight ahead," insisted Brett, pointing to the thicket in front of them. "Go check it out, Bobby." Bobby hesitated as he tried to figure out just what he'd done to his oldest brother for him to be doing this to him. "What's the matter, big mouth?" asked TJ smugly. Glaring at his brother one last time, Bobby carefully and slowly made his way across the meadow and disappeared into the woods. A minute later after dead silence there came the bugle that the three Brewsters immediately recognized from experience as the call of a moose in rut. It was repeated a few seconds later. Brent and Benny glanced at Brett worriedly as their cousins glanced at each other with bugeyed wonder and as one turned to stare at the thicket across the meadow in the hopes of seeing what was going on. The call was repeated again, and after a minute another two times. "That's Bobby for you," said Brett. "From the sounds of that moose, he's just about got it off." "He has?" asked Benny, looking at his brother. "I mean, yeah, he has." He had no idea what was going on, but he knew Brett had planned something. At least he sure hoped he had. There was another bugle, this one a bit different, followed by another. Brett frowned. "Ahhhhh," came a yell in the woods. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" There was another rutting trumpet from the woods, quickly followed by a second and third. Brett rolled his eyes. He should have known better. His brother, the little ham, was going to spoil everything with his over acting. The others were all staring at the woods with a mixture of wonder and apprehension, Benny and Brent also with a bit of perplexity, the other five with wide-eyed anticipation, three of them hoping to see Bobby emerge with a condom full of cum, and two of them dreading that the little fucker just might. It was only the warning of Grandfather Brewster and the sight of the mangy beasts that morning that stopped the five from venturing across the meadow. There was another bugle, louder than any of the others, and Bobby suddenly burst from the woods running for all he was worth, something that looked like an inflated balloon in his right hand and his short legs a blur as he raced toward them. Brett sighed with relief. If Bobby had continued the scam any longer, he was sure his cousins would have gotten suspicious. Bobby arrived at where they were standing totally out of breath, his face flushed and his chest heaving. "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-," he gasped, turning and pointing to the woods. "Fu-, fu-, fu-." A large moose standing almost a foot taller than Bobby at the shoulder and easily weighing five times his weight stepped out of the woods. The nine boys stood there and stared at it, their eyes bulging and their mouths hanging open. It slowly looked around, and raising his head, bugled for the last time, and turned and headed back into the bushes. The boys, with the exception of Bobby, watched it leave in awe, too surprised to move or say anything. Bobby was white as a sheet. "Giovanni," he finally gasped weakly. "Yeah?" came a voice behind them. "You're ali ah, you're, ah, you're, ah, oh fucking shit!" he exclaimed, the colour returning to his cheeks. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, the usual sparkle in eyes back. "You're just in time!" Grabbing Giovanni, he spun him around. "Hey, careful with that," Giovanni said, referring to the inflated condom in Bobby's right hand. "What is it anyway?" "Moose juice," Bobby said proudly, holding up the swollen condom, the bottom filled out like a water-filled balloon. TJ and Ralph turned pale as they stared at it. "I did my part," he said, holding the condom out. "Now it's yours." "Ah. Maybe we'd better, ah, perhaps. . . ." TJ looked at his brother and Ralph stared back at him helplessly. The two boys had suddenly gone as pale as Bobby had been. "Com'on big mouths, time to drink up. I risked my life to get this," Bobby said theatrically as he held up the condom. He glanced at Brett. "I really did," he whispered for his older brother's benefit. Brett was well aware of that. There was not supposed to be have been any moose in the vicinity, other than the fake one Giovanni was pretending to be by using the moose horn Brett had known his grandfather had hanging on the wall beside the fireplace, and which he and Giovanni had borrowed when they'd snuck off back in front of the lodge. At the same time he'd given Giovanni some suggestions what he could buy or find in the lodge kitchen to make the moose juice in the condom Bobby was holding, a quart of milk, a squirt of lemon juice to curdle it, a dozen egg whites, some plain yogurt, and maybe some gobs of spit if he and Bobby felt it was required. The initial calls by Giovanni on the horn, which hunters used to attract moose back when it was legal to hunt them, had evidently attracted the two moose who had been in the town site. "You gonna back out on our bet?" Bobby asked defiantly. "After all the trouble I went to get you a safe full of nice, hot, delicious moose juice?" "Bet it wasn't that much trouble," observed Giovanni. "Bet you really loved wrapping your fist about a big fat moose cock and jacking it off." "Oh yeah," beamed Bobby, "I had a good wank. It was fucking awesome, and you should have seen when he squirted! It wasn't easy catching it you know." Brett looked at the condom which looked like it was about to burst, and back at the woods where the moose had emerged. Naw, it couldn't be. Besides, Bobby and Giovanni were clearly play acting. At least it sounded like they were acting. "Fuckin' awesome," observed Ross, staring at the swollen condom. "Sae, ye gaunny keep yer side ay the bet or nae?" asked Robbie with a wide grin and so pumped he couldn't stand still. His friends back in Scotland were never going to believe this! "Welch on this bet and you can expect another night like last night," warned Benny. Another night like the last one the two boys did not want. TJ reluctantly took the wobbly, filled condom and with some difficulty, and some help from Bobby, raised it to his mouth and dumped a gulp of its contents into his mouth. He immediately clamped his mouth shut to prevent more from being poured in, turned several colours of green, bulged out his cheeks and his eyes, and with great difficulty swallowed. "You better keep it down after all the trouble I went to get it," Bobby warned, "or else." Having no idea what the or else could be, but knowing he didn't want to find out, TJ concentrated on keeping the foul liquid he had swallowed in his stomach. Bobby handed the still bulging condom to Ralph, and as he carefully took the opening of the rubber in both hands Bobby slipped his down to hold and raise the filled sack. As they poured the lumpy contents into Ralph's mouth, the foul, gooey liquid spilled over his chin and hung from it in long pendants. His eyes bulged and he struggled to keep the foul, sour liquid down. TJ took his turn again, trying to ignore the lumps as they passed down his throat and spilling the contents over his chin and the front of his shirt in his eagerness to have this done and over with. Slowly and steadily, one gulp at a time, the two boys emptied the condom, which gradually became easier to handle as it was emptied until Bobby's help was no longer needed. Robbie, Ian and Ross watched the two boys with a mixture of curiosity, disgust, and arousal and they stared at the first moose cum they had ever seen and probably ever would as it dripped from the two teenagers' mouths. They wondered what moose cum would actually taste like, and could only imagine it had to be disgusting, especially considering how ugly the animal was, but finding the idea of drinking the cum of a moose erotic at the same time. Their cocks slowly began to swell in their trousers as they watched TJ and Ralph swallow gulp after gulp of the impossibly copious liquid. Brent and Benny watched with amusement, certain that somehow Brett and Bobby had pulled off a good one and wondering just what was in the condom, though at the same time glancing at Brett and Bobby for some sign that this was a scam. As unlikely as the other alternative was, they had both seen a moose and heard its rutting call, and there was nothing their kid brother could do that would surprise them. They got no clue from their two brothers. Bobby and Giovanni were having great difficulty restraining themselves and finally gave up on any attempt to do so and collapsed on the side of the meadow in gales of laughter, rolling on the grass and grasping their sides as tears rolled from their eyes. That could mean a scam and they had pulled it off, or that Bobby really had collected a condom full of moose cum. Brett spent an equal time glancing at the two boys rolling on the ground, at TJ and Ralph turning greener and greener as they stood there with a sick look on their faces and the empty condom at their feet, and at the woods where the moose had appeared. It couldn't be. They walked briskly back to the lodge in silence, TJ and Ralph a block ahead of the others and praying they could stop from heaving until they made it to a toilet. "You didn't really, did you?" Brett asked in a whisper as he jerked his head back to where they had come, unable to believe it but like Brent and Benny, not putting anything past their kid brother. Bobby grinned widely, glanced at Giovanni, and the two boys broke into gales of laughter once again. Returning to the lodge, the four Brewster brothers spent the rest of the morning visiting with their two sets of grandparents along with several of their cousins while the rest toured the town. Inspired by the tales of their grandfather's father and his brother acting as guides before they were even in their teens, Brett, Brent and Bobby offered to take any of their cousins who were interested on a hike up Rundle mountain, Benny and Giovanni opting to find their own entertainment for the afternoon. It being a sunny Saturday afternoon and there being innumerable secluded spots in the lodge and surrounding woods, there was no doubt in the minds of Benny's brother just what he and Giovanni had in mind. Although it frequently was, sex was not always on the minds of the four boys, and Benny's brothers had been thinking of a purely innocent and wholesome hike in the forest. The four boys having explored the area thoroughly on their many summers in Banff, with their grandparents and on their own, they knew practically every path up Tunnel Mountain at the base of which Banff had been built. After their experience that morning, Robbie, Ian and Ross were eager to join them, and Kirk and Alister quickly joined in also. Their older brothers opted to cruise the town for girls, and Jeffery and his wife and boys had planned a drive up to Lake Louise. TJ and Ralph wanted nothing to do with the idea of course, but figuring it would impress his uncle, their father committed them to the hiking expedition. The boys had a great time hiking up the mountain trail, and the weather cooperated with them, being one of those hot late summer days with clear blue skies that followed a good rain. The splendour of the mountains awed their visitors from Scotland, and the three guides fondly recalled their many experiences hiking the mountain's trails. Their two reluctant companions were constantly dragging behind, and the others finally suggested they turn around and go back if they wanted, to which the two city boys observed that hiking in the mountains was for nerds and geeks and they'd happily head back. Reminding them that they were on the Alpine Meadow trail and that when they got to the second marker on their way down that they should turn right on the Timber Pine Gorge trail, Brett lead the others on. "The Timber Pine is a rough trail," observed Brent as he stepped up beside his brother. "Yeah," Brett said with a grin, and the two boys laughed. Arriving at their destination, an alpine meadow, filled with the ambers, oranges, yellows and reds of the late summer flowers, all splendent after the night's rain, they admired the sight few saw first hand and relaxed a bit before heading back. It was a lot faster and easier going down, especially for a group of rambunctious teenage boys, and they reached the marker Brett had mentioned to his Boston cousins in no time. Telling his oversees relatives of his prank, Brett suggested his brothers take them back the easier way while he hiked back along on the Timber Pine trail to make sure their cousins had made it back to Banff. The others would not hear of it, and so they struck out together. Unlike the more travelled Alpine Meadows Trail, the Timber Pine was little used and as a result overgrown with underbrush. It descended much more steeply, but it also went up and down a series of gullies and narrow valleys instead of skirting them and taking a more gradual path to Banff. As they approached the town site, the trail swung out onto one of its many bluffs, from which they spotted their two cousins haplessly and hopelessly turned around in one of the many dead-end trails that looked like an easy and quick route to the town but which the Brewster brothers knew ended in dead fall and were impossible to traverse. They made their way down to them. "Well, we thought you'd be back in town by now," observed Bobby. "You lost?" "Of course not." "Oh. Good. Then we'll see you back in town." The group headed off with Bobby taking one of the branches that lead off to the right and back up the hill instead to the dead end ahead of them. TJ and Ralph quickly turned and followed and they tried to keep up, but being exhausted and out of shape, they soon lagged behind. Slipping into the thick brush, Bobby and the rest hid and let the two pass them. After ten minutes, they re- emerged and called for the two cousins, asking where they were. TJ and Ralph, surprised that the others were behind them, and having no idea which way to go from where they were, immediately called back. "What are you two doing up here?" asked Brett as he lead the climb up to where the boys were, and where they should be, though TJ and Ralph did not know that. "We . . . ah . . . just wanted to see something." "Oh. Okay. We thought you had gotten lost." "Of course not." "Then we'll see you back at the lodge," he said, and with huge grins the seven boys turned and headed back down the trail. "Wait." "What?" "All right. We're lost." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. We're lost. Okay?" "So you want us nerds and geeks to guide you back?" The two boys looked at each other. "Yes," TJ said softly. "Gonna cost you." "You want money?" asked Ralph in disgust. "No, not cost you money. We been hiking hard all afternoon and would really rather be back at the lodge. For rescuing you, I think you need to thank us." "All right. Thank you." "Not that way." "How then?" "Well, after a hot, sweaty hike there's nothing like getting your nuts off," Brett said with a grin as he glanced at the others, who immediately thought of the previous night. TJ and Ralph glanced at each other. They wanted to retort but they knew to do so would only get them further into trouble. "All right, I suppose," TJ responded for the two of them. "Great. We know you're both experienced at jerking guys off," Brett said with a wide grin, causing the others to snicker and TJ and Ralph to begin to redden. "So this time, let's see what your assholes are like." "Our assholes?" "Yeah, you know, bend over." "Forget it!" "Okay. Forgotten. Com'on guys. Let's head back to the lodge. Ice cream cones on me." "Wait!" TJ said desperately as the boys headed off. "What?" "You're serious." "Yeah. Cones on me." "About the other thing." "What other thing?" "You know." "No." "Us bending over," TJ muttered. "Sure." TJ and Ralph looked at each other. "Couldn't we do like we did last night?" "Hey, we know how much you enjoyed it," Brett said teasingly, causing the others to snicker again. "But it's get your asses fucked or nothing." TJ and Ralph looked at each other. "We've never done something like that," Ralph pointed out, hoping that would help. "All right! Here's your chance!" said Bobby with a sparkle in his eyes. "All right," his cousins replied in submission, knowing after the previous night and that morning that they didn't have any choice. They were too tired and too sore to fight, and they had come to learn that fighting the Brewster brothers was futile. " So have any of you fucked a guy before?" asked Brett, looking at his Scottish cousins. The boys glanced at each other and Ian and Ross shook their heads. "Then I think you two should be the ones to take their prunes." The two boys exchanged sheepish glances and slowly grinned. They'd heard of guys doing it that way, but they'd never given any thought to actually doing it themselves. Now that they had a chance it didn't sound that bad, and they knew an opportunity like this was not likely going to happen again. Pulling down their flies and undoing their buckles, the two boys pushed down their cargo pants and their briefs as TJ and Ralph dropped their pants and underwear. As Ian and Ross fiddled with themselves, the rest sat down on the rocks and the fallen logs to watch the four boys engage in their first ass action. The sight of the two exposed butts and the thought of being the first to fuck them, soon had the two youngsters hard. Spitting in the palm of their hands, the two novices lubricated their stiff cocklets with their spit, and with the help of the twins and Bobby, they got into position behind TJ and Ralph who had been told to drop to their hands and knees. Grasping their protruding bones by the base and placing the tips against the virgin holes, they slowly pushed forward as TJ and Ralph constricted their stomach muscles and pushed out as instructed. The four boys inhaled and exhaled deeply as they strained to unite, and with deep breaths and a bit of grunting and snorting and several attempts, the four virgin boys finally joined. The two cocks, one just under four inches and the other just over, slowly disappeared up the two virgin assholes much to the delight of the two boys doing the fucking. Grasping TJ's hips, thirteen- year-old Ross began to ease his own hips to and fro slowly, working his stiff cock in and out of TJ's rectum. He could not believe how hot and moist the seventeen-year-old's asshole felt, nor how good it felt having a hot, moist rectum surrounding your stiff cock. Beside him, his twelve-year-old third cousin was similarly grasping Ralph's hips and easing his slightly smaller but just as hard and aching cock in and out of the fifteen-year-old boy's virgin hole with just as much pleasure. By then their audience was erect and when Bobby took his out and began to play with it as he watched the two pairs of boys kneeling in front of him, the rest quickly followed suit. TJ and Ralph were not exactly enjoying this. They were once again engaging, against their will, in a homosexual act, the most degrading act of them all in their mind. They were being fucked. The hole was different, but they had a boy's cock inside them, and he was screwing them just as if they were girls. They stared down at the ground and concentrated on the three Brewster boys who were the cause of all of this, and as the two boys behind them began to speed up with their approaching orgasms their hatred for the three boys behind this grew. That it all began with their snobbish and anti-gay attitudes and their pranks did not matter. Ross and Ian were oblivious to the feelings of the two older boys they were fucking as they felt the familiar build-up of tension in their loins. It was familiar, but it was different having that pressure building up because they were thrusting their cocks in and out of a pair of hot, throbbing assholes, not because they were pounding their cocks with their fists. That made a difference, and when their orgasms came, they grunted and trembled and closed their eyes and groaned with an ecstasy they'd never before known, but which they knew they'd be seeking in the future. Twelve-year- old Ian's body quivered with his dry orgasm and he snorted and panted as he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his itching cock in and out of Ralph's ass. Ross similarly thrust his itching cock in and out of TJ's ass, but his cock, unlike Ian's, was spurting a thin, white stream up the seventeen-year-old's virgin ass, filling it for the first time with a boy's hot load. Ross quivered as his stuff squirted out of him, and he sighed with the pleasure as only a horny thirteen- year-old can. As they withdrew, their audience cheered and congratulated them on having lost their virginity, and the group of them high- fived. Glancing at each other, Bobby grinned at Robbie and nodded to the two boys kneeling and waiting. Sixteen-year-old Robbie readily got to his feet and knelt before Ralph, his seven-inch cock hard and aching to get off, and Bobby just as eagerly knelt before TJ. The two boys worked up gobs of spittle and coated their cocks, and then placing the tips against the two now abused assholes and grasping the bases of their stiff probes, the two boys leaned forward. TJ and Ralph pushed out, not because they were eager to be penetrated, but because they knew it made it easier for the two boys, and because they wanted this punishment to end as fast as they could. Neither Bobby nor Robbie were eager for their fuck to be over fast, and the two boys, both experienced boy fuckers, worked their hips to and fro slowly, enjoying the pulsating of the hot moist rectums encasing their cocks, and enjoying the throbbing pleasure of their stiff bones. They eased their cocks in and out of the two hapless boys in a familiar rhythm as they grasped their hips, and they closed their eyes as they concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through their loins. As they pumped their hips to and fro there in the hot afternoon sun, their bodies began to perspire. They worked slowly, but they could not delay the inevitable, and finally the two reached their own climaxes, this time fifteen-year-old Ralph receiving his first shot of cum up his butt while Bobby trembled with his dry orgasm and furiously fucked TJ's ass in a desperate attempt to shoot off a load that his balls were still did not have to release. The fifteen-year-old Campbell twins, Kirk and Alister, were next, and as they knelt behind the two Boston boys and plugged their assholes with their thick, Scottish sausages, Brent and Brett wondered in that the two boys had not claimed to be virgins, if they fucked each other, as they did, or if they also had boyfriends that they screwed. From the ease with which they'd sunk their five-and- a-half inch cocks up the no longer virgin assholes, it was evident that they were experienced. Watching the two handsome brothers fucking side by side had the Brewster twins dripping with pre-cum, and the two boys were so horny they had to grasp their stiff cocks below their knobs to cut off the desire before they shot off a load. Kirk and Alister were horny also, and they worked their itching cocks in and out of the two boys eagerly and with increasing speed as they felt the pressure developing in their loins. Soon Ralph and TJ were receiving their second shot of semen. Brent and Brett wasted no time getting their cocks up the two assholes, knowing that they were so hot the longer they waited the greater the risk they were going to shoot off before getting it up their partners. Being the fourth pair to fuck the two boys, they had little difficulty penetrating them despite the size of their cocks. Besides having been gradually stretched by the preceding three cocks, TJ's and Ralph's holes were well lubricated with the spittle and cum of the previous fuckers. As Brent and Brett worked their cocks in and out of the two brothers, they concentrated on the sweet pleasure of revenge besides the sweet pleasure of having a hot piece of ass. As their thick shafts and engorged knobs stroked the prostates of the two boys, TJ and Ralph could not help getting hard, much to their embarrassment, and with even greater shame when Bobby pointed out that getting their asses fucked were giving them boners. Of course the twelve-year-old, like most of those watching, knew that the two boys' bodies were simply reacting to the physical stimulation of their prostates and anal rings. TJ and Ralph did not know that of course, and none of the boys were about to relieve their feelings of shame and guilt and their conclusion that much to their horror engaging in a homosexual act was causing them to become erect. Easing their thick, hot cocks in and out of the two boys, Brent and Brett reached under them and began to wank them. The two boys did not protest, but having two guys wrap their hands about their privates and jacking them off while getting fucked only added to their humiliation. Despite that humiliation, the friction of the twins' hands brought them a familiar pleasure, and like it or not their stiff cocks throbbed and burned with that unique pleasure known only to boys and men. It was not that long before they felt their balls begin to rise. The twins slowed down the thrusting of their hips so that they brought their partners off first, and with the two boys still trembling with the pleasure of their ejaculations and with their cocks still dripping with their cum, the twins finished off, filling their rectums with their own loads. Grasping the boys' hips tightly and thrusting their cocks deep up their rectums, They groaned loudly with the pleasure of ejaculation. Pulling up their underwear and pants, the group of boys continued on their way, emerging out of the woods at the edge of town, much to the dismay of TJ and Ralph, just fifteen minutes later. They'd had no idea they were so close, which made their submission and humiliation all the worst. The boys arrived back at the lodge just in time to wash up and join the family for supper, a delicious spread prepared especially for the family and consisting of a mixture of Canadian and Scottish dishes. Their stomachs full, they retired to the lobby for an evening of visiting, with the exception George and his family, who headed back to Calgary where they wanted to spend some time before catching their flight back to Boston the next afternoon. "This is a very grrrand place," observed Duncan Campbell as he looked around. "We do enjoy it here," remarked Nat Brewster, who was sitting beside the Scottish elder, "though we do enjoy our winters in Florida also. But this place can compare to the Campbell's castles." "Aye, they are grrrand too, but in a different way." "Castles?" asked Bobby, his ears perking up. "You have castles? More than one?" "Well, nae me personally," Duncan Campbell said with a smile. "But the Campbell clan has a number scattered throughoot Scotland and Ireland where any member ay the clan is welcome." "The Campbell clan has an illustrious history itself as I recall," Nat Brewster observed, thinking back to the first time they had met, and the wedding of his son and Duncan Campbell's daughter, and later visits he and his wife had made to Scotland. "Aye, thit it does fir shair." "Tell us aboot it, Grrrandpa," asked his grandson Douglas, and the rest quickly agreed. The old man smiled as he looked about at his descendants, and the relatives of his daughter. Like Nat Brewster he was proud of his ancestry and of his family, and fond of talking about both. Other than that, there was little similarity between the two men. He was two inches shorter than Nat, standing at five-foot-nine, and at a hundred and sixty-five pounds, twenty-five pounds lighter. His hair had receded, and what he had left along the sides was cut short. He did have a large, thick, white moustache which continued as mutton chops along the sides of his face. His eyes were a blue-green, the colour of the sea his wife often remarked, and were as bright as any eight-year-old's. Having spent most of his life on the sea and outdoors, his skin was weathered though not wrinkled. At seventy- seven he walked more slowly, and with the gait of a man more comfortable on the swaying deck of a ship than on land. Whereas Nat was most comfortable in his western cowboy clothes, Duncan Campbell was most comfortable in a kilt and blouse, which he was wearing that night along with a formal Prince Charlie jacket and knee socks. "Well," he began as he settled back, "the Campbell ancestry can be traced back tae the Clann O'Duibhne, descendants of Diarmid O'Duin and a long line ay Scottish Chieftains. The first written record ay the name Campbell, which was originally spelled Cambel, is that ay a landowner near Stirling in 1263. One ay our more illustrious ancestors thit we can trace a direct lineage to is Sir Cailein Mor of Lochawe, Great Colin, who was attacked and killed by men ay the Clan Dougall in 1296. He and two other Campbells, Sir Duncan Dubh and Sir Thomas owned land in the area." "How come they were called Sir?" asked Bobby. "Were they knights or something?" "Aye, the early Campbell chiefs became knights ay Lochawe, a fresh water lake where the Campbell lords huv lived from the thirteenth century onwards," Duncan responded with a smile. "Cool. How come he was killed by the . . . ah. . . ." "Clan Dougall," finished Duncan Campbell. "Thit wis the wae ay life back then. Scotland was ruled by many chiefs and clan fought clan fir land and power. Archibald, the fifth Earl ay Argyll, had an army larger than either Mary Queen ay Scots or Queen Elizabeth of England, and was the only Scottish or English noble to huv artillery. One ay our ancestors, the seventh Earl of Argyll, persecuted and personally killed eight members ay the Clan Macgregor in the early sixteen hundreds. I imagine he'd be rolling over in his grave if he ken today part ay the McGregor clan is close family," he observed, looking over at Gordie and smiling. "His son played a major part in bringing Charles the Second tae Scotland, but was himself beheaded." The Brewster boys imagined themselves as Scottish knights, fighting and killing for their king, and celebrating their victories as only the Brewster Clan would, their day ending with being given head, not being beheaded. "Many ay the Campbells migrated tae Canada and the United States in the late seventeen hundreds and eighteen hundreds," continued Duncan Campbell. "My own ancestors stayed close tae their ancestral home of Argyll and Kintyre, one ay the most picturesque parts of Scotland. My great-grandfaither Allan and his brars made thir livin' fishin' oaf the coast ay Kintyre as did his faither and his faither afore thit. They began a fishing company at Killean, which has been passed doon fae generation tae generation ever since wi each generation adding tae the fleet until it is now one ay the main suppliers of cod, haddock and herring along wi lobster and crab in Western Scotland and northern England and Ireland. They bought the land where Campbell Manor now sits and started the distillery thit produces some ay the finest Scotch in the world. My faither Colin and his faither Bruce Campbell were true seamen though, far mair comfortable oan the deck ay a ship than oan land. I recall ma faither telling a story aboot his faither and uncles spending weeks sewing taegether bits of sail they found along the shoreline until they had a large enough canvas to erect on thir rowboat, and sailing it from The Mull across the thirteen miles ay open sea tae Ireland. The youngest ay them wis only nine and the oldest thirteen. My grandfaither often spoke of the summers he and his brars spent sailing from island tae island along the coastline as bairns." "Our coat of arms has a ship oan it," observed Kirk. "Aye, our coat of arms is divided intae four quarters, two of them further divided intae eight triangles, four gold alternating wi four black, and the other two wi silver ships wi sails raised and oars in action. It is crested wi a boar's head and bears the motto Ne Oblviscaris, Forget Not." "And dinnae firgit the badges," added Kirk proudly. "Behind the coat of arms are two honorary badges, the Hereditary Great Master of the King's Household, and the Justice- General of Argyllshire," described Duncan, smiling at his grandson. "Tell us mair aboot yer grandfaither and his brars exploring," urged Ross, having heard the stories many times and never tiring of them. His grandfather did not tire of telling them either, and for the next two hours the family was entertained as families were in the olden days, with the telling of stories. "Dae ye think yer parents will let ye stay up a wee bit longer?" asked Gordie to Brett and Brent as the families finally began heading to their rooms. "To visit fir a wee bit." "Sure," the twins chorused with wide grins. "We'll go ask." As they thought, their parents were pleased to see both sides of the family mixing and getting along, and readily agreed. Gordie and his brothers having their own room, the seven boys retired to it. "Sae, Ah imagine ye huv been intae aw kinds ay mischief since Ah left wi'oot me tae watch over ye," observed Gordie with a smile as he lay down on one of the queen-sized beds. He, like his two brothers, had worn a kilt for the evening supper, and as it rode up his thick, hairy legs, the four Brewsters glanced at each other, something that did not go unnoticed by the McGregors. "Mischief? Us? No way," responded Benny. "You must have us confused with someone else," observed Brent. "Fuck yeah. We're always well behaved," added Bobby. "What about you?" asked Brett. "Have you seen any good fireworks since you left America?" "Nae like the ones Ah saw July fourth," Gordie replied with a grin, knowing exactly what Brett was thinking. "Oh, they ken aw aboot it," he said, noticing the four brothers glancing at Robbie and Ian. "When Ah returned from America they wanted tae ken everything thit happened, and they pestered me until I telt them every detail." "Oh yeah," said Robbie with a grin, "every detail. Thit wis really something thit ye pit our perr innocent brar through." From the smiles they exchanged the Brewster boys could see that Gordie and his brothers had the same type of camaraderie as they had. "The flag thing wid huv been something tae see," added Ian. "Did it really shoot up intae the air?" "Oh yeah. Way up," said Benny, and the four boys and Gordie and his brothers laughed as they thought back about the night the Brewster brothers had tied up their older cousin and had inserted a paper flag in his peehole before wanking him off. All seven felt a stirring between their legs and they sat there in silence for a moment, enjoying the feeling, and wondering how they could bring up what they were thinking and wishing. "So . . . well, do you three . . . you know . . . do stuff together?" asked Benny finally. The three glanced at each other. "Oh, aye, we dae," said Gordie for the three of them, glad Benny had raised the question, and not surprised that he was the one who had. "Nae sae much any mair though," advised Robbie. "Gordie has a girlfriend now thit taks care ay thit need fir him." There was a hint of regret in his voice. "But when she doesnae he's sae horny ye dinnae dare bend over in front ay him," observed Ian, and the boys all laughed. "Robbie has someone sweet oan him too," observed Gordie. "But thit dinnae stop him from begging me tae git him oaf at night," observed Ian. "Begging? What are ye talking aboot? Yer the one begging tae git me oaf, ye cock hound," joked Robbie. "What aboot ye lads, ye goat someone special?" "Yeah, Brent and me have boyfriends," said Brett. "And Bobby and me got a close buddy," added Benny. "Sae, ye lads, ye know, poofs?" asked Robbie, staring down at the floor uncomfortably. "We are," said Brent, looking at his twin brother. "Benny and Bobby are just plain horny." "Sounds like Robbie," joked Ian. "Sae, ye feelin' horny taenight?" asked Robbie with a hint of hope. "We're always feeling horny," observed Bobby, to which his three brothers agreed. "Ye git a favourite thing ye like daein?" The boys looked at each other. "No, not really," responded Brett. "We all like jerking and sucking, though I guess Bobby and Brent prefer getting fucked while Benny and I prefer doing the fucking. Benny's the best rimmer, and Bobby's a regular cock hound too. How about you guys?" "We aw pretty much like everything," responded Robbie for the three of them, "though Ah guess Ah like sucking and being sucked mair and Gordie likes fucking arse. Ian will dae anything." "Wi anything," joked Gordie to their amusement. The four Brewsters looked at each other. "Bobby," they chorused. "I nivir had a chance tae fuck arse afore taeday," observed Ian. "This afternoon wis fuckin' awesome." "Want another chance?" asked Bobby with a gleam in his eye. Ian hesitated. "Ye mean like me and you?" "Sure." "Aw right," Ian said with a huge grin, practically shouting his answer. "What about you?" asked Brent, looking at Robbie. "What would you like to do?" "Anything," Robbie responded. He glanced over at Brett and then back at Brent. "Ah've nivir done anything wi twins afore." "Well, we can do something about that," responded Brent. "I guess that leaves you and me," Benny observed, glancing over at Gordie. From the twinkle in Benny's eyes he was delighted with that partnering, and from the look on Gordie's face and the stirring in his kilt, so was he. Wrapping an arm about Ian's waist, Bobby looked into his steel-grey eyes, and leaning forward, kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft and smooth, and his breath sweet. Drawing Ian's body close to his, he closed his eyes and kissed his distant cousin again. His cock began to swell in his jeans and as it pressed against Ian's crotch, Bobby could feel through his jeans and Ian's kilt something swelling between Ian's legs also. Slipping his hands down over Ian's butt and up under his kilt, he found the boy wasn't wearing anything underneath, much to his delight. He ran his hot hands over Ian's firm, round buns, delighting in their smoothness. Pulling Bobby's shirt out of his pants, Ian slipped his hands under it to massage Bobby's back while Bobby massaged his ass. The two twelve-year-old boys exchanged kisses more and more passionately as they caressed each other there at the foot of the queen-sized bed and their cocks began to rise. As Robbie watched the two preteens kissing and caressing, his cock began to swell also, and as Brent and Brett stepped up on either side of him, it began to swell all the faster. Seeing he was getting turned on by watching the two prepubescent boys, Brent and Brett kissed him on the cheeks, forehead, and bridge of the nose. As they unbuttoned his shirt, he unbuttoned theirs. Slipping his shirt off his shoulders, Brent and Brett immediately began to kiss his chest, running their lips lightly over his breasts and even more lightly over his nipples. They playfully nibbled on his teats and then sucked on them, and the three of them quickly grew hard. Removing their shirts, Robbie caressed their smooth chests and played with their nipples as he squirmed with the pleasure of having his own irritated nips sucked. Having never had the opportunity to play with a boy's nipple that was pierced, he fiddled with Brent's nipple ring, much to Brent's delight. While his kid brother was kissing up a storm with Ian and his twin brothers were kissing and caressing Robbie, Benny joined Gordie on the bed. Having him lay on his back, Benny straddled his body with his back to his face and had Gordie raise his hips and throw his feet over his head. That, of course, caused his kilt to fall back, exposing his genitals and his butt. Benny wasted no time as he immediately bent over and kissed Gordie's butthole. Gordie did not waste any time either, reaching up and unzipping the boy's cargo pants and pulling them down, and then reaching up and pulling down his navy blue briefs. With Benny's smooth, tight butt exposed and directly above Gordie's face, the twenty-year-old Scottish university student raised his head and ran his hot, wet tongue along the fourteen-year-old's butt crack. He delighted in the salty taste, and in the eroticism of licking the butthole of a randy fourteen-year-old, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply with the pleasure of having his own asshole rimmed. Slipping his hands around to the front, Bobby cupped Ian's smooth, hairless balls and ran his other hand up over his pubes which were as smooth and as hairless as his own. Wrapping his hands about the boy's swollen cock, he began to tug it. Ian undid Bobby's belt and pulled down his fly, and pushing down his jeans, discovered the twelve-year-old was wearing a sexy pair of black tangas. He also discovered a hard, hot bone bulging them out. Pushing them down, he squatted and helped Bobby step out of his lowered jeans and underwear. As Ian quickly took off his shirt and kilt, Bobby removed his own shirt and the two boys, wearing now only their socks, once again kissed and caressed each other, their cocks stiff and standing up in the air like two fleshy swords ready to duel. Brent and Brett helped Robbie out of his kilt and quickly removed their own pants and their boxer shorts, and their socks. Totally naked, the two handsome, long-haired blond twins and their curly haired cousin lay down on the floor. Robbie cupped Brent's large, hairy balls and rolled his eggs in the palm of his hand while Brett did the same to him and Brent did the same to his twin brother. Brent had put in his foreskin ring, and Robbie fingered it with curiosity. Robbie, like his older brother Gordie, had an earthy, down-home appearance. Although the same age as the twins, he was over an inch taller and fifteen pounds heavier, each pound being solid muscle. His jaw line shadow of a beard showed he was shaving regularly, which added to his sexy appearance. Like his older brother he had a thick mop of curly, dark brown hair, thick eyebrows, steel grey eyes, and high cheek bones, all of which the twins found particularly sexy. Benny had meanwhile drawn off Gordie's kilt and Gordie had removed Benny's cargo pants and briefs. Clad only in their socks and their half-unbuttoned shirts, the two resumed rimming each other, worming their tongues into each other's assholes. Benny was an expert rimmer, and loved the act more than anything else. He pressed his lips against Gordie's asshole and forced his tongue up into his rectum in an obscene type of French kiss, and he sucked on his older cousin's hole as he felt Gordie's tongue wriggling into his own anal cavity and Gordie's thick lips press against his pucker. The two were fully erect, and their stiff cocks jerked with arousal as the two sucked ass. By this time Bobby had backed up and lain on the other queen-sized bed on his back and Ian had followed him. Spreading his legs and raising them in the air, Bobby reached down and grasping his hips raised them off the bed. Ian quickly grabbed the pillows at the head of the bed and slipped them under his twelve- year-old cousin's hips. Then, kneeling on the bed before Bobby, Ian shuffled forward on his knees and grasping his stiff cock by the base, he guided it so the tip was pressed against Bobby's eager hole. As he pressed forward, Bobby eagerly pushed out with his stomach muscles and the two twelve-year-old's united. Bobby inhaled with delight as he felt Ian's four-inch cock slip up his ass until his balls were pressing against Ian's naked pubes. His own cock, half an inch longer than Ian's, jerked excitedly as Ian's cock pressed against Bobby's prostate. Laying on the floor at the foot of the bed, Ian's brother slipped his lips about Brent's lower ball sack and sucked gently on it as Brent began to lick his twin brother's low-hung, sweaty balls. Brett at the same time caressed Ian's sack with his smooth lips and licked them where they joined Robbie's stiff, twitching cock. He continued up along the underside of the thick, blue-veined shaft. Robbie's foreskin had slipped back off the swollen knob, and Brett ran his tongue up along the groove on the underside of his cousin's cockhead to the tip, causing it to jerk with arousal. Continuing on along the top of Robbie's blood-engorged knob, Brett ran his tongue along the sensitive rim, sending thrills of pleasure though the boy's cockhead and down his shaft. Sighing with pleasure, Robbie slipped his thick lips over Brent's knob and part way down the slope head, pausing before he reached the rim of Brent's knob and sucking on the slightly more than seven inch fuckmeat. Brent quivered with pleasure and resisted the temptation to sink his cock further up Robbie's mouth so that his lips could satisfy the itch along the rim of his knob. At the same time he slipped his lips over his brother's knob and sucked on it as he'd sucked on it a thousand times before. Benny and Gordie were sucking ass big time by then. Sucking hard on Gordie's hole, Benny struck his straining pucker with the tip of his tongue as an adder would strike at the air with its own tongue to taste what was happening. Benny was delighted with the taste assaulting his tastebuds and his mind, and he inhaled the musky fragrance of his cousin's hole in ecstasy. At the same time his dick was twitching and jerking with arousal, the result of Gordie's tongue licking and caressing Benny's asshole. Benny ran his tongue over Gordie's puckered anal ring, sending pleasure through Gordie's rectum as well as his own mind. To Benny there was nothing more erotic than licking another guy's asshole, except perhaps having your own hole rimmed at the same time. His kid brother would disagree. As he lay there on his back with his legs up in the air and his cousin eagerly humping him, he'd say there was nothing more erotic than having a hot, hard cock up your ass. Knowing this was only Ian's second time made it all the more erotic. He squirmed with the pleasure of being fucked, and the pleasure of knowing the boy fucking him was practically a virgin. He squeezed his anal ring shut on the slender four-inch cock easing out of his hole and then relaxed it as he felt his cousin pause with his knob at the entry to his hole and then slowly sink his cock back up him. The stimulation of his anal sphincter and the stimulation of his prostate were sending ripples of pleasure through his butt and up his rectum and up the shaft of his own erect cock. Ian would agree with his twelve-year-old cousin that fucking ass was the most erotic of the acts between two guys. He worked his hips to and fro slowly at first, enjoying the throbbing pleasure causing his entire cock to pulse like he'd never felt it pulse before. Having your aching bone surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh was unbelievable, and he could not resist the temptation to increase his speed. So he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his cocklet in and out of his cousin's eager asshole, pressing his naked pubes against his cousin's smooth butt cheeks, and then withdrawing. The pressure in his loins gradually built, and as it built his pumping motion became more irregular and still faster. The three boys on the floor were rapidly approaching their climaxes also. Brett sucked eagerly on his Scottish cousin's sausage as he worked his lips up and down the length of the throbbing cock that, at only half an inch shorter than his own, was an impressive size for a sixteen-year-old, size evidently also running in the McGregor clan. Robbie could not completely swallow Brent's cock, being slightly more than seven inches long, but he did his best, going down at least three-quarters of the way until Brent's swollen knob was pressing against the back of his mouth. His tongue could not resist checking out Brent's foreskin ring and flipping it, much like a guy's tongue can't keep away from a sore tooth. He matched his breathing with his bobbing so that he was able to inhale when at the peak of his bobbing and he only had Brent's knob in his mouth. As he inhaled the fragrant air thick with the aroma of sweat and balls, he felt himself approaching his peak. Brent and Brett were feeling the same as they deeply inhaled and exhaled, Brent delighting in having his cock sucked by his hot- looking Scottish cousin, and Brett delighting in having his cock expertly blown by his twin brother. Benny and Gordie were panting loudly as they sucked on each other's ass, and they inhaled deeply and held it before exhaling as they felt the pleasure in their loins build to that final point. Their cocks went numb and the two wormed their tongues up each other's hole in desperation as their climaxes hit. Gordie, laying on his back with his hips and asshole in the air, shot first. His long, thick cock jerked like a fireman's hose as his cum spurted out of it in a series of squirts. He sprayed his hairy chest and his stomach with streamers of hot, creamy cum, which stuck in globules in his hair and oozed down over his body in rivulets. Benny, straddling his cousin and practically sitting on his face, trembled and groaned with ecstasy as his own cum spurted out of his body, striking his twenty-year-old cousin's stomach and hairy pubes. It stuck in Gordie's thick, curly hairs and ran in streams down over his stomach to collect in his belly button and in the wrinkle formed from having his butt thrust in the air. It was not often that he'd found someone who loved to rim, and who did it as well as he did, and Benny quivered with delight as he blasted his Scottish cousin with his cum. Bobby and Ian groaned with their own ecstasy, ripples of pleasure pulsating through their smooth groins. Ian thrust his cocklet in and out of his American cousin's ass as his dry orgasm ripped through his loins. The pleasure of his dry climax was evident from the look of pure pleasure on his face, and from the way he thrust his cock in and out of his cousin. Bobby's pleasure was just as evident as he closed his eyes and groaned and squirmed in ecstasy, his cocklet jerking and throbbing with his dry climax as he closed and opened his sphincter in a desperate attempt to cum. As the two twelve-year-olds squirmed and groaned with their dry climaxes, the three sixteen-year-old boys on the floor were squirming and groaning with their own. Robbie quivered as he shot his load into his American cousin's mouth. Brett eagerly swallowed the hot, tart cream, but there was too much for him to keep up and it slowly began to collect in his mouth. He, at the same time, was filling his twin brother's mouth with his own creamy load. Brent had no hesitancy in allowing his twin brother's slimy, thick load to collect in his mouth, and he savoured the taste of his brother's cum and delighted in the erotic knowledge that Brett had brought off his Scottish cousin, who was about to bring him off also. He trembled as the first wave of his climax swept through his groin, and his low-hung nuts constricted, shooting his cum up his cock and into his cousin's mouth. Robbie swallowed the copious offering, and quivered with the eroticism of swallowing his cousin's juice while at the same time his cousin's twin brother was swallowing his own creamy, bitter shot. The three boys' cocks throbbed in unison, and itched and ached with pleasure as each of the boys sucked the cock in his mouth dry. They lay there for the longest time revelling in the pleasure of their climax, and the pleasure of their partner. Gradually their breathing returned to normal and their stiff, wet dicks began to go down. Despite the number of times they'd already shot off that day, they were not yet satisfied, and moving dreamlike and almost in slow motion they sorted themselves out into new combinations. Gordie found himself on his back with Bobby playing with his limp dick and balls and with Brent's crotch before his face. As his Scottish cousin fondled his low-hung balls and his semi-erect cock, Brent reached over and did the same with Ian while his twin brother ran a finger up Ian's butt crack and caressed his tender pucker. Benny meanwhile could not resist playing with his kid brother's cocklet and running his fingers over his smooth pubes, leaving his own playthings available to Robbie who readily reached over and fondled them with one hand while he ran a finger playfully up Benny's crack. It was not long before all seven boys were hard once again. Straddling Gordie and facing him, Bobby slowly backed down on his long, thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cock, having first coated it with his spittle. His sphincter slowly stretched open for the second McGregor cock, having earlier been penetrated by Gordie's kid brother. He grunted and panted with exertion and desire as he strained to open his asshole as wide as he could. Slipping his tongue between his lips and pressing down on it, he concentrated on impaling himself on Gordie's thick member. Gordie lay there motionlessly as he felt Bobby's sphincter ever so slowly slip up the slope of his knob until finally it passed the rim and snapped shut behind it. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as Bobby continued down his shaft until his cock was embedded up Bobby's hot, tight ass and his coarse hairs were tickling his backside. Having slipped a pillow under Brent's hips, Gordie twisted around so he could rim the gorgeous blond teenager's asshole while his kid brother rode his cock. Ian had meanwhile crawled above Brent and straddling him with a knee and elbow on either side of his body, he went down on his erect cock. Like his older brother, he was fascinated by Brent's foreskin ring, and he licked the loose skin and flipped the ring with his tongue as he licked the rim of Brent's knob. That left his own cock sticking out above Brent's face and the horny teenager eagerly reached up and bent the four-inch dick down to his mouth. With Ian's young ass conveniently displayed, Brett knelt behind the twelve-year-old boy and holding his cock by the base and placing the tip against the boy's asshole, he slowly pressed forward. Ian pushed out as he felt Brett trying to penetrate him, and he inhaled deeply as he felt the blond teenager's cockhead stretch open his sphincter. Ever so slowly Brett stretched it open until his knob popped in the boy's rectum, and he slowly eased forward, sinking his cock up the twelve-year-old's ass. Crawling over to Gordie on his hands and knees on the other side, Benny slipped his mouth over his kid brother's smooth cocklet and allowed him to fuck his mouth as he rode up and down on Gordie's cock. That left his ass conveniently displayed for Robbie who eagerly knelt behind his horny fourteen-year-old cousin and pressed his cock against his hole. This was not something new to the bisexual teen, and he easily got his cock wedged up Benny's ass. Benny quickly pushed out and opened his asshole for his Scottish cousin. Embedding his cock deep up Benny's rectum, Robbie reached around under him and grasped his stiff cock with his right hand. Benny shivered with the multiple pleasures assaulting his body and mind, Bobby eagerly fucking his mouth with his four-and-a-half-inch cocklet and Robbie eagerly fucking his ass with his seven incher and jerking him off at the same time. Gordie was delighting in his multiple pleasures also, enjoying the hot, moist, unbelievably tight ass of the youngest Brewster and the delightful, musky ass of his older brother, the one enveloped about his stiff, throbbing cock, and the other having his tongue buried up it. He pressed his lips against Brent's pucker and sucked on it as he felt the ripples of pleasure pulsating through his cockhead and down his shaft, his cock throbbing in time with the hot, young rectum surrounding it. Brent meanwhile eagerly sucked on the slender young wiener in his mouth as his one cousin sucked on his ass and his other cousin sucked on his own cock. He delighted in feeling Gordie's tongue wedged up his hole and the erotic suction on his anus, and he delighted in Ian's hot, moist mouth sliding up and down his stiff cock. Twelve-year-old Ian's head was spinning with the pleasure he was receiving from both twins. Brent, laying underneath him, was eagerly sucking on his cocklet and working his lips up and down its length, evidently having sucked plenty of cock from the way he was blowing him, applying both a massage and a suction, and varying his rhythm so at one time he was sucking on just the knob and the next moment he had his entire cock in his mouth right up to his balls. At the same time his twin brother was working his cock in and out of his ass, thrusting it in up to his hairy crotch, and drawing it out until the knob was stretching open his sphincter. With each thrust and withdrawal his knob brushed against his prostate, sending ripples through his groin. As Brett grasped his hips and worked his cock in and out of his body, he at the same time was slipping his lips up and down the identical cock of Brett's twin brother. Ian's own brother, Robbie, was fucking the middle Brewster brother, who was being face fucked by his kid brother. Watching Robbie thrusting his cock in and out of Benny's ass and seeing the look of delight in his eyes got Ian all the hotter and he sucked on Brent eagerly as he felt the pressure developing in his groin. Robbie was feeling the same pressure as he eased his cock in and out of Benny's ass, delighting in having his cock surrounded by hot, moist flesh, and delighting in the way Benny worked his sphincter in time with him, clamping his asshole tight about his cock as he withdrew it and then relaxing his grip as he sank his cock back in. Benny closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt Robbie's cock pumping in and out of his ass and his hand pumping up and down his cock as his kid brother fucked his mouth. This had to be what heaven was like. Unable to hold back, Benny shot his thick boy juice into the air, the load arching over Gordie and striking Brent laying on the other side. Feeling the hot, sticky streamer from his younger brother strike his chest and run down over his ribs, Brent exploded, shooting his load into Ian's mouth. He shot quickly and copiously, filling the twelve-year-old's mouth with his tart cum, which oozed out from the corners of his lips and back down Brent's long, thick cock. Ian trembled with his dry orgasm as he eagerly swallowed Brent's cum, and as he shivered with his climax he felt Brett ram his cock deep up his ass and grasp his hips as the sixteen-year-old shot his load also. This was totally unbelievable for the Scottish preteen, trembling with his own powerful orgasm as twin boys filled his body with their cum, one shooting it in his mouth and the other shooting it up his ass. As the force of Benny's ejaculation lessened, his streamers of cum laced Gordie's body as Robbie grasped his hips and shot his own load up his fourteen-year-old cousin's ass. At the same time Gordie's thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cannon shot the first of his shots of cum up Bobby's ass. He came copiously, filling the twelve-year-old's rectum with his thick, creamy load and causing the youngster to tremble and whimper with his own orgasm. Ripples of pleasure pulsated through Bobby's groin and up his slender cocklet which was still being tightly clenched by his brother's lips. The room was filled with deep, heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure as the seven boys lay and knelt there in a daze. Nothing could compare to getting their nuts off and getting the nuts of others off at the same time. Their chests heaved and they inhaled the cum scented air dreamily. With eyes half-closed and with smiles curling their lips, they disentangled and lay stretched out on the bed in a blissful daze. Hands reached out and found other hands and naked bodies. Some time later, the four Brewster brothers finally slipped on their clothes and began to tiptoe quietly to their room. They had not gotten far when they met their Scottish cousins from Killean also tiptoeing down the hall. "Where you guys going?" whispered Brett. "We're gaun tae the exercise room," replied Douglas. "Strange time to be going for exercise," observed Benny suspiciously. "We cannae sleep," explained Kirk. "Stomach aches?" asked Brent. "Something's aching fir shair, but nae our stomachs," Alister observed with a suggestive leer. "Like tae join us fir a wee bit?" asked Ross hopefully. "We'd fir fuckin' shair love tae join ye," replied Bobby for his three brothers, and the eight boys headed down to the exercise room for some exercise with wide grins and a stirring in their trousers.