Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2002 14:17:31 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brewsters Celebrate Memorial Day Weekend (t/t t/b t/m m/b b/dolphin/t)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one
twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins,
celebrating Memorial Day with their dad, a pod of dolphins and some new
friends in the Bahamas where they reminisce about their discovery of sex.
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 thirty-sixth story in the Brewster boys
special events and myths series.  This Memorial Day while you remember
those who gave their lives in the service of their country, you might want
to take along some condoms just in case you run into some horny friends,
relatives, strangers or dolphins.  Praise and story ideas can be sent to
the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com

	       THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

				  DAY ONE

  "Where?"
  "Bimini."
  "Bimini?  Where the fu-, fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud is that?" asked
Bobby, looking up from his supper.
  "It is the closest of the Bahama Islands, just forty miles east of
Miami."
  "Hey, cool!" said Benny.  "If we're going to be in Florida maybe we can
stop and vis-ow!"
  "Oh yeah, I love to vis-ow," observed Bobby.
  "What happened, honey?" asked Brenda, looking at her third oldest son.
  "Bit your tongue, didn't you?" prompted Brett, who had kicked his younger
brother under the table.
  "That's Benny, shovelling his food in his mouth."
  "Naw, that's Brent."
  "Un-un, Brent's the one that sucks his food in, like a vacuum cleaner."
  "Oh yeah.  I always get the two confused."
  "I don't suck my food in."
  "You suck, brother, honest," said Brett with a grin.
  "Oh yeah, big time," agreed Benny, his eyes sparkling.
  "Oh yeah," added Bobby.  "If anyone ever asks which brother sucks ."
  "Boys, that's quite enough," warned Brenda.
  "So, if a person is from Bimini, is he a Biminian?" asked Benny, quickly
changing the topic.
  "Or a Biminio?"
  "How about a Bimbo?" suggested Benny, immediately realizing that was not
a suggestion he should have made.
  "What do you know about bimbos?" asked Brenda as everyone fell silent.
  "Ah, well, nothing," Benny said.  "Nothing at all."
  "Isn't that what Grandpa Campbell said Cousin Gordie was seeing?"
  "Yeah, that's where I heard it," said Benny quickly.
  "That a Scottish word, Mom?"
  "Yeah, what is a bimbo anyway?"
  "Ah, well, dear, why don't you finish telling the boys your news first?"
Brenda asked, hoping by the time her husband was finished the boys would
have forgotten their question.
  The boys turned to look at their dad, having successfully diverted any
suspicion about Benny's vocabulary once again.
  "Well, as I was saying, WeCare Pet Supplies is doing a commercial on our
aquarium line, and the advertising department figured doing a commercial
during the Annual Memorial Day Weekend Fishing Tournament in Bimini would
be an excellent time and location.  So they've asked me to go down to
ensure everything goes all right, and since it is the Memorial Day weekend,
they're going to pay for the entire family to fly down and spend the
weekend on Bimini."
  "Wicked."
  "Oh yeah, totally."
  "Wow, like this will be the triplet's first air plane ride."
  "That will be so cool."
  "Well, your mother and the triplets won't be going all the way with us."
  "They won't?"
  "Aw, why not Mom?"
  "I have some things to take care of in Orlando," Brenda said.  From the
tone of her voice, the boys knew from experience they didn't want to pursue
that conversation.  There was only one reason their mother would want to be
going to Orlando, the same reason Benny had been about to suggest they stop
and for which Brett had kicked him in the shins, knowing any mention of
Orlando or their uncle James was taboo.  Ever since the announcement that
their uncle was gay, and going to get married, their mother had made her
disapproval perfectly clear.  That had come as a big surprise, considering
how tolerant she normally was, and had caused the boys some worry
considering Brent and Brett had come out to their brothers, and their
father.
  "So . . .  we're not going to celebrate Memorial Day together like we
always do?" Brent asked tentatively.
  "Actually, we've only been celebrating Memorial Day since moving to
America."
  "But we always had a May long weekend in Canada."
  "That was Victoria Day."
  "Oh yeah.  We had some wicked Victoria Day holidays," said Brent,
thinking back to some of the hot fun the four of them had experienced when
they had lived in Alberta.
  "Sure did," sighed his three brothers, thinking the same thing.  They
reached under the table to adjust what had suddenly come up.
  Brenda smiled at her four boys. They were so close, and they so did enjoy
their holidays.  "Anyway, we will be celebrating Memorial Day as a family."
  "We will?"
  "There are many who are opposed to celebrating Memorial Day on the last
Monday, and want to return it to when it was originally, May 30.  So when
this opportunity came up," Brenda said, looking at her husband meaningfully
and the boys gathering by opportunity she was referring more to her plans
than that of WeCare Pet Supplies, "your father and I decided he and you
four boys would go to Bimini, and on May the 30th we'd remember those
ancestors of yours who have dedicated their lives in service of their
country like we should."
  "We have ancestors who dedicated their lives in service of their
country?"  asked Bobby with wide-eyed surprise.
  "Just as you and I figured," Brenda said, looking at her husband.
"Moving every holiday to a Friday or Monday to make it a long weekend for
families has taken away the meaning of them."
  "So, you the chairwoman?" asked Brent.
  "Chairwoman?"
  "Of the CMMDBT."
  "The what?"
  "Of the Committee to Move Memorial Day Back to the Thirtieth."
  The boys and Barry could not hold back their impish grins, and Brenda had
to laugh.  Her reputation of chairing committees and taking on
controversial and patriotic issues was well known.  "Well, not this year,"
she said with a grin.
  The rest of the supper was spent talking about the Memorial Day Weekend
in Bimini, their uncles and great-uncles and aunts and great-aunts who had
served in past wars, and about the significance of Memorial Day.  Their
mother's plans for the last weekend in May and their Uncle James were two
topics carefully avoided even though his wedding in Palm Springs in June
was fast approaching.  Finally Friday, May 24, the Brewster clan headed off
for the airport, the entire family carrying miniature flags of the British
Ensign in commemoration of Victoria Day, which was traditionally on the
twenty-fourth but like most other holidays moved to a Monday, in this case
the twentieth, to make it a long weekend, which the boys pointed out was
screwy since in this case a Friday holiday was a long weekend too.
  Of course they got a lot of strange looks, upon which one or another of
the boys would explain that they were descendants of William Brewster, who
came from England on the Mayflower, and from their Grandfather Nat Brewster
who lived in Alberta, Canada, where they once lived and which celebrated
British holidays, and that the day was Victoria Day even though it was
celebrated on the twentieth this year, which was dumb.  When they were not
busy explaining their flags, they joked with their mother that she should
also be the chairwoman of the Committee to Move Victoria Day Back to the
Twenty-fourth, or she could combine the two and be in charge of the
CMMD&VDBT&T.  Brett observed that sounded like a railroad and the boys
tried to come up with a possible name, when they were not checking out the
hot guys at the airport.  It helped keep their minds off the upcoming
separation of the family in Miami, and how upset their mother was about
Uncle James's plans.
  Blissfully they did not have much time between flights to think about the
issue, Barry and the boys catching a flight to the North Bimini Airport
thirty minutes after landing in Miami and Brenda and the triples catching a
bus to Orlando.  Having never ridden in a seaplane before, the twenty-five
minute flight was far too short for the boys.  Catching a shuttle to their
weekend accommodation, the Bimini Blue Water Resort, a white frame,
twelve-room guest house on top of a small knoll, Barry and the boys were
thrilled.  The room had two double beds plus a sofa that pulled out to form
a third bed that the boys learned was called a Bahama bed, rattan-like
furniture which the boys thought was awesome, wood-veneer walls, a small
television and mini-fridge, its own bathroom with a large shower stall, and
picture window doors opening onto a private patio that looked out over the
marina.  The five Brewster men picked up a double banana split and reviewed
the itinerary for the next three days and the promotional material about
the island out on their patio as the sky and ocean turned a brilliant
scarlet.  It had been an exciting day, and with the twins settling in one
bed, Bobby and Benny in the other, and Barry on the Bahama bed, the five
were soon sound asleep.
  Early the next morning they dressed in their new clothes, courtesy of
Barry's company, wide-legged Bermuda shorts, bright print short-sleeved
shirts, and straw hats, and were picked up by their hosts, Samuel Moss and
his two sons, fifteen-year-old Wiley and twelve-year-old Nigel, and taken
over to the Bimini Big Game Resort and Marina where the weekend fishing
tournament was being held.  The photography crew and the advertising
executive sent down by WeCare Pet Supplies were ready to go, and the
Brewsters and their hosts spent the next hour watching them film the
fishing teams setting up, with the Brewster boys checking out their hosts
whenever they could.  Wiley, who was wearing a bright yellow short-sleeved
shirt and white shorts, was almost the same height and weight as the twins.
He was a handsome boy, with tightly curled, black hair braided in corn
rows, dark black skin the colour of licorice, thick sensuous lips, and sexy
chocolate brown eyes.  His brother, dressed identically except with a
bright orange shirt, had chubbier cheeks and a rounder face, and his body
still had a bit of roundness and less definition than his older brother's,
though both boys were evidently physically active and in good shape from
the way their biceps and their thighs bulged and flexed when they helped
set up some fishing gear for the crew to film, something the Brewster
brothers were quick to notice.
  "Located right where the waters of the Gulf Stream and the Bahama Banks
meet, Bimini is at the heart of big game fishing territory.  Marlin, tuna,
sailfish, wahoo, grouper, and swordfish are just some of the many types of
fish that are abundant here.  Bimini's outstanding reputation for fishing
attracts people from all over the world who are seeking to catch a trophy
fish.  It is no surprise that over fifty world records have been set in the
waters of Bimini.  Just as famous for setting world records is WeCare Pet
Supplies, which has a range of aquarium and fish supplies to meet your
needs for the smallest minnow to the largest swordfish," recited the actor
that had been hired for the commercial.
  Satisfied with the arrangements, Barry and his sons continued on with
their hosts to Captain Jerome's Deep Sea Fishing where a four-hour fishing
trip had been arranged by Barry's company and where Captain Jerome's mate
took pictures of the father, sons and their hosts fishing from the stern of
the Miss Bonita, a thirty-four-foot Hatteras that comfortably accommodated
the two adults and six boys in addition to the captain and mate.  It being
a totally new experience for the Brewsters, they needed a lot of help,
especially with the live bait, which Bobby wanted to take back home as
aquarium pets, and the lures, which Brent figured would be fun to collect
and which his brothers teased would also make great earrings, nipple rings,
and, out of hearing of the adults, decorations down south.  The Moss boys,
both of whom sported small silver studs in their earlobes, were
particularly interested in that.
  The boys had a lot of fun learning about the modern equipment on the
fishing schooner, like the fish finder and the depth gauge to help them
find the best fishing spots, and the different fish they might catch, the
bluefin tuna bringing generally winkled noses and comments about tuna
helper, the Snapper bringing comments about Bobby first thing in the
morning, the Grouper sideways glances and thoughts of group sex with their
hosts, and for their hosts thoughts of messing around with the four
American boys unbeknownst to them, and the Amberjack bringing giggles all
around.  They saw a lot of fish swimming near the surface along the side of
their boat, and several huge Bluefin Tuna, singularly and in pairs, leaping
out of the water in the distance, with their beautiful, steely blue back,
silvery sides and cheek, and colourful yellow, black, silvery, and
reddish-brown fins.  The sea water caused their iridescent pink and green
tinted sides to gleam in the morning sun.  The thought of actually catching
one of the ten-foot long, thousand-pound fish was awesome, but the boys and
even their father concluded that they were much too beautiful to catch,
besides the obvious downside of having to eat tuna for the next twenty
years.
  Two hours into their trip they caught their first fish, their father
landing a Red Grouper.  The three foot long fish was not considered one of
the most sporting of the big fish, generally not giving that big a fight,
but it fought hard enough for Barry.  Benny pointed out that its pointed
head and large mouth with the lower jaw projecting beyond the upper made it
look sort of like Bobby, and Brett observed that the olive grey fish
clouded with pale olive and blotched with grayish-white was actually quite
ugly, which he, Brent and Benny chorused also made it look like Bobby, to
which their younger brother gave them a discrete finger when the adults
were not looking.
  Shortly thereafter they spotted several Blue Marlin, an awesome sight,
the fish being up to fifteen feet long and a thousand pounds with their
upper jaw elongated to form a rounded, slender sword, and with their back
and sides a dark blue with a coppery tint and their sides and belly a pale
gray-blue with 13 vertical stripes.  Again the five dreamed what it might
be like to have such a monster fish at the end of their line.
  They caught one other fish that morning, and although it was on Bobby's
line, his three brothers all helped him reel the sport fish in and the four
claimed joint ownership, although they could not help observing that it had
to be Bobby to catch an Amberjack.  The flattened fish, a foot and a half
deep and five feet long, was five inches taller than Bobby, and weighing in
at ninety-one pounds, was seven pounds heavier.  When they were told the
fish normally follows larger fish and feeds on their leftovers, Barry could
not help observing that was a lot like Benny, who at fourteen had developed
a voracious appetite to challenge his older brothers and who was guaranteed
to clean up everything in sight at the end of the meal so that they seldom
had leftovers.  Of course that was met with agreement by Benny's three
brothers and resulted in some good-natured hair- tousling and horseplay all
around.
  They returned to the dock in great spirits and had hundreds of great
still pictures and a video to splice in with the fishing tournament
advertisement they were making, and to make several dozen other
commercials.  The four Brewster boys and the two Moss boys were too
photogenic for the mate to have resisted.  They also had voracious
appetites and headed off with their hosts for a novel treat of lobster in a
bun, potato chips, and iced lime drinks, the boys leaving the coleslaw for
their fathers.
  That afternoon was spent touring the tiny island nation and learning a
bit about its history, and getting to know their hosts in a way that only
the Brewster family could get to know them.  With the two adults in the
front, Benny, Bobby and Nigel in the middle, and the twins and Wiley in the
third row of seats in the minivan, they headed south, learning as they
travelled that Bimini was the original name of the islands given by the
local Indians, the Lucayan Indians, who originated from South America.  The
islands, being only nine and a half square miles and consisting actually of
three strips of land, were of little interest to the Spaniards, though they
were explored by the Spanish sea-captain Juan Ponce de Leon who discovered
the islands in 1513 in his search for the magical Fountain of Youth, but
having been unable to find it, had carried on his search in Florida.  The
Mosses, they learned, were descendants of West African slaves that had been
brought to the island in the early eighteen-hundreds.  The Brewsters soon
found that they, like most of the inhabitants, and like the Brewsters
themselves, were laid-back and very friendly, and had a great sense of
humour and loved to celebrate.
  A short distance from the south airport, they pulled into a large parking
lot teaming with tourists, mostly the families of the men who had come for
the fishing tournament.  There beside a small pool enclosed by a low stone
fence was a marker proclaiming the pool to be the authentic Fountain of
Youth.  After the usual tourist type pictures were taken, their guides took
them less than half a mile further east and pulled over into an unmarked
gravel pullover that could accommodate no more than two cars.  Leading them
through the dense, lush undergrowth along a narrow, barely visible animal
trail, they took their guests to another pool, smaller than the first and
actually more beautiful without all the manmade trappings and
commercialism.
  Explaining that a small group of local inhabitants, including Samuel's
grandfather, had long ago wondered about the source of the "Fountain", they
had placed a small packet of harmless dye made from local plants into the
pool and watched what happened to it.  The pool they were looking at, and
another smaller one a bit further up the path, were where the dye had
appeared, and which had been kept secret except for their descendants and a
select few off-islanders.
  Of course knowing their host was a tour guide by occupation, the
Brewsters were sceptical, but nonetheless appreciative at the opportunity
to see something off the beaten tourist path, which considering the size of
Bimini was not easy.
  "The legend was that by drinking the waters from the fountain, old men
could once again regain their youth."
  "So, you gonna have a sip, Dad?" asked Brett with an impish grin.
  "He said old men," Barry responded with a smile.
  "So your point is?" responded Brett and the boys giggled as Barry
playfully tousled his hair.
  "His point is that he needs more than just a sip," observed Benny with a
twinkle in his hazel eyes, causing Barry to chase him around the pool.
  "Perhaps for having such impudent sons, you and I should go to the other
pool alone," observed Samuel with a smile, knowing the boys were teasing
their dad.
  "Actually, that would be okay," responded Brett, seeing an opportunity
for them to be alone with Samuel's sons, and his brothers quickly agreed.
To their enjoyment and disbelief at their good fortune, the two adults
agreed.
  "Your dad is so with it," observed Wiley.
  "Your dad is cool too," Brett said, retuning the complement.
  "I think he likes your dad," Wiley said, glancing at his younger brother.
  "Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off," said Benny.  "I think our dad
likes yours too."
  "I mean likes," Wiley said, emphasizing likes.
  The boys thought for a moment, and then glanced at each other.  Knowing
their dad and considering their own proclivities, they caught on to Wiley's
meaning quickly.
  "You really think so?" asked Bobby, his eyes growing wide.
  "Oh yeah," said Nigel.  "Wiley and me's seen how he's looked at your dad
when nobody's looking.  We know."
  "Your dad bi?"
  "Yeah."
  "Cool."
  "We seen your dad glancing at our dad too, when he thought nobody was
looking," Wiley observed.  "And I don't think it was just because of the
different colour of his skin."
  "Actually, I noticed too," observed Benny, who was the more observant of
the four brothers.
  "So, you think, well, they're doing something, like right now?" asked
Bobby.
  "I dunno," Wiley said with a shrug.  "Our dad don't move that fast."
  "Nor does ours."
  "It was sort of suspicious though when Dad suggested he and your dad
check out the other pool alone."
  "Should we go check?" asked Nigel.
  "Sure!" the other five chorused.
  Slipping through the thick tropical brush the short distance to the next
pool, they were surprised to find their two fathers standing beside it
locked in an embrace and their lips pressed together, not surprised by what
they were doing, but surprised they had moved so fast.  The two men were of
about the same height and weight, one of the few similarities between the
two.  Samuel Moss was a handsome man of thirty-nine, with satin smooth,
dark black skin, a narrow beard that followed his jaw line, and a pencil
thin moustache.  His eyes were the same sensuous chocolate brown as his
sons, and his lips had the same thickness and sensuous curve.  As Barry
unbuttoned Samuel's shirt, he revealed that the man had a dense mat of
hair, as Samuel discovered Barry also had as he similarly unbuttoned and
removed his shirt.  That was when the Brewster brothers, at least three of
them, had their second surprise.
  "Holy fuck!" the three chorused as Brent just stood and smiled.
  "Hey, way wicked," observed Wiley.  "Your dad has his nipples pierced."
  "Three weeks ago," Brent whispered, and his three brothers realized why
their father and Brent had been having whispered conversations any why the
two had slipped away a few times over the past month.  Brent later
confirmed with his brothers that it had been Mordock who had done the
piercing for him, just as he'd been the one to do Brent.  The four thought
it was totally awesome, and that it made their dad look extra hot.
  By this time the two men were kissing and caressing each other with
evident arousal, and the six boys snuggled down in the thick undergrowth to
watch.  The two men caressed each other's butts outside their shorts, and
then unbuckled each other's belt and pulled down each other's fly.  Their
Bermuda shorts dropped to their ankles, revealing that Samuel was wearing
pale blue boxers with a seascape print, Barry his usual white Stanfield
briefs with the double panel fly front and support pouch.  The two men's
hands quickly slipped under the elastic band of each other's underwear.
  With their underwear about their ankles the two men kissed and pressed
their now naked bodies against each other, Barry's pale skin contrasting
with Samuel's deep black.  They ran their fingers through each other's
thick chest hair and caressed each other's nipples, Samuel taking great
delight in playing with Barry's nipple rings, and Barry taking great
delight in him doing so, Samuel being the first man to play with his nipple
rings, and only the second person, the first of course being Brenda, who
was shocked by her husband's decision, but delighted also.
  The two men kissed as they ran their hands along each other's
thighs. Their cocks slowly began to rise, and although markedly different
in colour, that was the only difference.  Both men were exceptionally well
hung, and both uncut.
  They dropped down to the mossy jungle floor and caressed each other's
stiff cock for a few minutes, and then Samuel switched around, the two men
went down on each other.  The six boys glanced at each other and grinned as
their fathers began to suck each other, and all six boys reached down and
adjusted the boners that were tenting out their shorts.  Their fathers were
evidently skilled in what they were doing from the ease they went down on
each other's thick, massive nine-inch cock.  The sons watched their fathers
for another minute as the two men slipped their lips up and down each
other's thick, throbbing cock, and their cheeks began to sink in.
  Unable to ignore their own arousal any longer, the six slipped back along
the narrow trail to the first pool.  They wasted no time chucking their
shirts, shorts, and underwear.  As the Brewster boys had surmised, the Moss
brothers were accustomed to physical exercise and their lean, muscular
bodies showed it.  Unable to resist, Brent and Brett surrounded Wiley and
began to caress his smooth, black body, their pale fingers contrasting
sharply with his dark skin as they ran them over his chest and his
buttocks, and along his thighs.  Wiley responded by caressing the two blond
twins, running his dark fingers over their smooth butts and along their
thighs also.  As the two brothers began to kiss him, on the cheek, on the
neck, and on the lips, Wiley returned their kisses, kissing one and then
the other.  Their cheeks and lips were smooth.  Brent was wearing his
nipple rings, which Wiley took an immediate interest in, and after checking
them out, he took great delight in fiddling with them and causing Brent's
nipples to before firm, and Brent took just as much delight in the
foreplay.  The three boys finally dropped to the ground with Wiley between
the two American boys and laying in the opposite direction.  He had
inherited his father's generous size, his stiff cock being just under seven
inches long, the same size as the twin's despite being a year younger.  The
two boys eagerly began to lick the long, thick licorice stick and drawing
the two boys closer so that their dicks were touching, Wiley began to lick
both of them at the same time, running his long red tongue from Brent's
balls up his stiff cock and down Brett's to Brett's balls, and back again.
  Benny, Bobby, and Nigel decided to follow suit with Benny and Bobby
licking and sucking on Nigel's large, low-hung balls and lapping at his
dick, which like his brother's, was humongous, but which like Bobby's, was
projecting out from totally hairless pubes.  The very tip of his prepuce
had been removed for medical reasons when he still an infant, and the
remaining skin had stretched down his shaft, revealing a delicious-looking
plum-shaped and coloured knob.
  The two American boys wasted no time discovering if his knob tasted the
same as American boys' did, and they soon had the thick black stick
glistening with their spittle.  As they licked and nibbled at his cock,
Nigel copied his older brother and drew the two boys closer so he could
lick and suck on both of their cocks.  Bobby's was the same length as his,
four and a quarter inches, but not quite as thick.  Benny's, on the other
hand, was as thick as Nigel's, but just over an inch longer.  The young
black boy wrapped his fingers about the base of the two pink erections and
eagerly and hungrily licked their sensitive knobs.
  Seventy yards away, Barry and Samuel were eagerly sucking on each other's
hard, throbbing organ also, Barry working his lips up and down Samuel's
thick black cock and Samuel deep-throating Barry's nine-incher.  The two
men were breathing deeply and trembling with pleasure as their thick organs
throbbed and the tension built up in their loins until at last their nuts
contracted and they shot their wads down each other's throat.  Both men
were totally turned on and shot stream after stream of ball cream, and they
grasped each other tightly as their dickheads burned with the pleasure of
ejaculation.  Recovering from their initial blasts, the two men tightened
their lips about each other's organ and drew their hot, moist mouths up
each other's shaft as they sucked on the blood-engorged flesh at the same
time, sucking out the thick white marrow that remained inside.
  Meanwhile, their six sons were trembling and gasping with their orgasms.
Brent and Brett eagerly lapped up the thick white cream gushing out of
Wiley's thick black fountain while they shot their own loads into the
fifteen-year-old boy's mouth.  Wiley opened his mouth wide and slipping
this thick, black lips over the twin knobs, he eagerly swallowed the double
load of hot, teenage cum.  He quivered as he felt the twin's swirling their
tongues around his supersensitive knob and licked up his cream, and he
sucked eagerly on the twin straws in his mouth.  The brothers had shot a
thick, copious load, too much for him to swallow both streams, and their
cum had oozed out from the corners of his mouth and down around his chin,
the creamy white cum contrasting sharply with his black licorice skin.
  His kid brother was laying on his back beside him and was thrusting his
hips in the air and slamming them against the mossy jungle floor as wave
after wave of ecstasy swept over him and his black cock jerked and ached
with the sweet pain of his dry orgasm.  Bobby was similarly quivering and
gasping with his own dry orgasm, except in that it was in Nigel's mouth
along with his older brother's, it was being basted by his brother's
copious load.  That was so wicked, and feeling Benny's hot, creamy cum
oozing over his knob was so erotic, Bobby trembled violently and wondered
if having his cock primed by his brother might just speed up the day in
which he too would be able to release a load.  Benny sucked eagerly on
Nigel's black sausage as his own dick throbbed and burned and his loins
grew weak with the release of this seed, the eroticism of cumming over his
kid brother's dicklet not lost upon him.
  The six boys finally sat up, and Nigel and his brother and the twins
wiped their lips off with the back of their hands.  The six boys grinned at
each other and the bliss that follows a guy's orgasm was evident in their
eyes.  They reached for their clothes, the taste of cock on their lips, and
for four, the taste of cum.  They had just gotten dressed when their two
fathers emerged from the bushes.
  "Sorry we took so long," Samuel observed.
  "That's okay," the six boys chorused, suspiciously eagerly.
  "You boys look a lot younger," Barry said with a mischievous smile.
"Have you been sampling the fountain of youth?"
  "Actually," Brett said with a grin as he looked at his brothers and the
Moss boys, "we have."
  The five boys knew exactly what fountain Brett was referring to and they
giggled.  The boys' fathers smiled as they exchanged glances.  The
fountains they had drunk from were far from being fountains of youth
anymore, but at that moment they both felt like teenagers again, happily
satiated teenagers.
  Heading back north, their hosts told them of the explorers and pirates
that frequented the surrounding seas, of the rumour that Henry Morgan's
treasure was still buried on the island, and of the rum runners that
smuggled liquor during the Prohibition.  They stopped at the Compleat
Angler Hotel Bar and Museum in Alice Town which featured photographs and
writings of Ernest Hemingway.  They continued north, the Brewsters amazed
at a nation whose north island was only seven miles long and seven hundred
feet wide at the widest point, with only the southern three miles being
inhabitable.  The northern four miles of the north island was actually a
thin shoreline with an intricate Mangrove forest and elaborate waterway of
mangrove creeks, the destination of their hosts.
  The Brewster clan watched with excitement and curiosity as their guides
took them by boat through the maze of waterways and giant mangroves to the
far northeastern point of the island to a natural phenomenon known as the
Healing Hole.  There was no question when they had arrived at the spot, not
because of the marker and evidence of heavy traffic, but from the sulfurous
smell.
  "A section of the creek at this point is connected to an underground
labyrinth of narrow tunnels.  With the outgoing tide, cold water with a
high mineral and sulphur content flows out of the tunnels and into the
creek.  Many people believe the water has healing powers, some saying it is
mystical and others claiming it is the analgesic effect of the chemicals,"
explained Samuel Moss.  "It is too bad we did not think to tell you to
bring your bathing suits.  You could take a dip in the pool."
  The six boys glanced at each other, and their at their fathers.  "We
could skinny-dip," suggested Bobby hopefully.
  The two men glanced at each other.  Considering what had occurred earlier
that afternoon, neither had any objection.  "That's fine with me," Barry
said with a shrug.
  "Very well," Samuel agreed.  "But other tourists come here.  At the first
sound, we have to be ready to scoot!"
  With giggles, the group agreed, and quickly stripped down and slipped
into the pool.
  "Yeow!  This water's fu-, fu-, freaking cold!" exclaimed Brent.
  "Jeez. Brent's caught my stutter," giggled Bobby.
  "Maybe the Healing Hole will cure both of you," observed Brett.
  "Not," the boys chorused as they looked at each other.
  "This is certainly quite the place," Barry observed as glanced around the
old forest.
  "Hey, you wouldn't have alligators or nothing like that swimming in these
creeks, would ya?" asked Benny.
  "No, nothing like that."
  "Good.  I wouldn't want no alligator sneaking up and biting off my, well,
stuff," Benny said.
  "I could not help notice the Brewster family would give an alligator a
healthy sized meal," observed Samuel Moss.
  "Same for the Moss family," Barry replied with a grin.
  "Hey, can we go exploring for a bit?" asked Bobby.
  "I don't know," Barry responded.  "I'd think it would be easy to get lost
out here."
  "We won't go far," Nigel promised.
  "Is it safe?" asked Barry, looking at Samuel.  "The ground seems rather
boggy."
  "The boys are familiar with forest," Samuel observed.  "I think it would
be all right.  Your boys won't get another opportunity to see a largely
untouched Mangrove forest of this size again."
  "Very well," agreed Barry.  "But you boys stay close to Wiley and Nigel,
and be back in . .  .  ah . . .  three-quarters of an hour?"
  "Sure."
  "Thanks, Dad!" Bobby responded, splashing over to his father and giving
him a big hug.
  The boys were out of the water and out of sight in sixty seconds.
Walking carefully on the spongy, saturated floor of the forest, Bobby
pushed up close behind Nigel, pressing his soft dick between the boy's
crack.
  "Hey," he said gleefully as he reached behind him grabbed Bobby's already
stiff appendage.  "What you trying to do, stick this up my butt."
  "Well, Dad did say to stay close to you," Bobby said with a grin.
  "And Bobby always does what Dad tells him," Brett observed.  "We all do,"
he added, stepping up behind Wiley.
  "So, ah, you guys, you know, ever do it the other way guys can have sex?"
Wiley asked, looking at the twins.  He only knew the vulgar term for it,
and was not comfortable enough to use it despite the intimacy they had
already engaged in.
  "What you mean the other way?" Brent asked.
  "Up the butt," Nigel responded for his older brother.
  "Oh yeah," Bobby responded.  "Brent loves getting his butt fucked."
  "So do you little brother," observed Brent.
  "So wanna do it?" Nigel asked, looking at Bobby.
  "Does a fish like water?" Bobby asked with a grin.
  "Same answer," Brent said, looking directly at Wiley.
  "What about you two," Wiley asked, looking at Brett and Benny.
  "We could pair up," Benny observed.  "Unless you and your brother would
like to be the middle of a sandwich."
                                            "A sandwich?"
  "You know.  Brent and Bobby on the bottom, you in the middle, and Brett
and me on top.  Two slices of white bread with dark meat in the middle."
He'd read that in a web site somewhere.
  Wiley and his brother glanced at each other.  Like the Brewsters, the two
brothers had enough experiences together that they knew what the other was
thinking without having to speak.
  "Sure," Wiley agreed, "but how would you four like to switch partners
this time?  You know, me with Bobby and Benny, and Nigel with you two?"
  "Wicked!" the four Brewsters responded, knowing the answer without having
to ask.
  So, Bobby dropped to his hands and knees and Wiley knelt behind him with
Benny taking his place behind the fifteen-year-old.  Brent took the same
position beside his kid brother, and Nigel eagerly knelt behind the
sixteen-year-old while his twin brother knelt behind him.  The two Moss
brothers and the two Brewsters who were going to penetrate them reached
down and began to fiddle with themselves, and being young and horny, it did
not take them long to become fully erect.  Spitting on the tip of their
middle fingers, the two Moss boys applied their spittle to the anuses of
the two boys bent over before them while the boys behind them did the same
to their buttholes.  The four boys slipped the tips of their fingers into
the eagerly awaiting buttholes and then withdrawing them, they slipped
their middle fingers into their mouths and wet them with saliva.  Placing
the tips of their middle fingers against the asshole they planned on
fucking, each slowly eased his finger up the eager and receptive hole and
finger fucked the boy in front of him for a minute, loosening him up.  This
was clearly something all of them had done in the past.
  Working up several mouthfuls of spittle, the four boys finally drooled
over their organs, and relying on their experience and their brief
foreplay, each placed the tip of his cock against the awaiting asshole of
his partner and pressed forward.  They were young, and they were hot, and
they were eager, all of which was enough for each boy to slowly and with
minimal effort insert the tip of his cock in the hole before him.  As Nigel
and Wiley slowly pressed forward, Bobby and Brent pushed out with their
abdomens and relaxed in an effort to help them.  As the two boys slowly
began to sink their hot, black shafts up the white boys' holes, Brett and
Benny shuffled up behind the two black boys, their stiff, aching organs
ready for action.
  Bobby, Brent, Nigel and Wiley grunted with the effort it took to unite,
and though it took several attempts, the four boys succeeded solely on the
basis of their spit and their youthful lust.  Bobby and Brent inhaled
sharply and pushed out with all their strength as they felt their sphincter
muscles being stretched.  They grunted openly and without concern as they
clenched their eyes closed and strained to accept the two boys behind them.
Ever so slowly they felt the hot, stiff cocks of the two boys penetrating
them, slowly stretching open their anal rings until their knobs slipped
inside the hot, moist chamber behind their sphincters.  Nigel and Wiley
slowly pressed forward, sinking their hard, throbbing organs up the hot,
moist butts of the two white boys.  They pressed forward carefully, and
every so slowly their stiff, black poles disappeared inside the pink buns.
The two boys in the back bided their time and shuffled forward as the Moss
boys drove their dicks up the tender butts of their two brothers until
their pubes were pressing against Bobby and Brent's ass cheeks.
  Fully imbedded, the two boys slowly began to ease their hips back, and
their hard, stiff cocks slowly began to leave the hot anal sheaths they had
been encased in.  At the same time Benny and Brett stood firm, so as the
two black boys in front of them drew back their hips, they impaled their
ebony backsides on the hot, stiff cocks of the boys behind them.  Benny and
Brett grasped the narrow black hips of the two boys and helped guide them
as their rectums slowly encased their eager cocks.  At the same time the
two Moss boys were slowly easing their dicks out of the hot, moist chambers
that had just encased them.  As their knobs began to once again stretch
open the sphincters of the two white boys, but this time from the inside
out, they paused and began to sink their cocks back up the two holes.  Of
course at the same time they were sliding their assholes up the stiff dicks
of the two boys behind them.
  So, in establishing a routine whereby they were fucking the two hot boys
in front of them and being fucked by the two hot boys behind them in the
same action, Wiley and Nigel began to slowly rock to and fro there on the
forest floor of the Mangrove forest.  They grasped the narrow hips of the
two white boys, their dark black fingers contrasting sharply with the
lily-white buns of the two brothers.  At the same time the two boys behind
them were grasping their hips for balance, and the dark black butts of the
two black boys contrasted sharply with the pink fingers grasping them.
  Unbeknownst to the six boys, their fathers had slipped away into the
forest too, heading in the opposite direction.  Finding their appetites had
only been wetted back at the Fountain of Youth, the two men were eager to
satisfy their lust a second time.  Laying down on his back, Samuel threw
his legs up in the air and over his head and supported his raised hips with
his hands as Barry knelt before him.  Grasping the man's hips to help
support him in his inverted position, Barry bent his head forward, and
sniffing at his musk hole, he stuck out his tongue and began to rim the
younger man.  Forcing his tongue inside the man's rectum, he twisted it
right and left, and then darted it repeatedly in and out of the man's hole,
causing the man to squirm with arousal.  Working up a mouthful of spit, he
pressed his lips against the man's pucker and forced his spittle up his
ass.  It was not long before both men were erect.  Like Benny and Brett had
done, Barry inserted his middle finger and finger fucked the man, loosening
up his asshole for something much larger and much more pleasurable.
  Of course what he was planning on shoving up the man's butthole was far
larger than anything the man's two sons, or his own two, were receiving.
Despite his size, once he and Samuel started, the two men found it was not
that difficult for them to unite, testimony to their expertise and their
horniness.  Pressing the tip of his cock against Samuel's anus, Barry
grunted and inhaled and exhaled deeply as he pressed forward.  At the same
time Samuel also grunted and panted as he constricted his abdominal muscles
and pushed out as hard as he could.  Ever so slowly Barry's wide dickhead
stretched open the younger man's anus until at last it slipped past it and
into the man's hot, moist rectum.  Barry continued to press forward,
sinking his thick, nine- inch cock up Samuel's rectum until his dark brown
bush was pressing against Samuel's hairy butt.  Grasping the man's hips
even more tightly, he slowly began to ease his cock back out.  As the
flared rim of his glans began to force open the man's sphincter, Barry
paused, inhaled deeply and began to sink his cock back up the black man's
ass.
  Developing a rhythm, Barry looked down at his partner as he eased his
cock in and out of his rectum and as he concentrated on the unique pleasure
of having a man clasp his asshole about his hot, hard cock.  At the same
time, Samuel was concentrating on the stimulation of having a thick,
nine-inch prong stuffed up his asshole as he looked up at the older man.
It felt awesome and his own stiff cock wagged in the air and began to
dribble clear drops of pre-cum on his flat, black stomach.
  Meanwhile, his two sons were rapidly approaching their orgasms, the hot,
moist assholes of the two boys kneeling before them clenching and releasing
their throbbing cocks as they eased them in and out of the rectums of the
two boys, working with them as they worked toward that blissful goal that
is the purpose of all sex, while at the same time they clenched and relaxed
their own rectums as they rode the hard, hot cocks of the two brothers
kneeling behind them.  The four Brewster boys were about to come also,
Brent and Bobby delighting in having their sphincters and prostates
massaged by the hard black probes easing in and out of their asses, and
Brett and Benny delighting in the hot, most assholes massaging their own
stiff probes.  The six boys inhaled the still, dank air of the Mangrove
forest deeply, the afternoon sun behind the trees but still above the
horizon, and the temperature hovering in the mid seventies.  With their
strenuous exercise, the eight of them were soon perspiring heavily.  Hot,
sweaty palms grasped equally hot and sweaty hips, and rivulets of sweat
trickled down over the smooth bodies of the boys, causing the black skin of
the Moss boys and the pinkish skin of the Brewster boys to glisten.  Their
fathers were perspiring heavily also as Barry thrust his cock in and out of
Samuel's eager hole, and the thick hair on their chests, arms, legs and
buttocks were matted with their sweat.
  It would be impossible to say who came first.  Wiley, Nigel, and their
father Samuel gasped and cried out with their orgasms, Wiley shooting his
boy cum up Bobby's asshole while his younger brother trembled with his dry
orgasm and his father shot his creamy load across his heaving, black chest,
his thick globs of cum sticking to his curly black hairs.  The five
Brewsters all trembled with their orgasms also, Bobby with mixed emotions
as he reached a dry orgasm once again though he had been certain this time
he was going to cum.  His orgasm was powerful and felt wonderful, as it
always did, but it still was not wet.  Brent shot his load into the lush
tropical grass as he felt Nigel trembling with his own dry orgasm, the
twelve-year-old shoving his little pricklet up Brent's ass until his smooth
pubes were pressed against the sixteen-year-old's own baby smooth butt
cheeks.  Nigel himself was receiving a hot shot of cum up his ass, and
Brett grasped the younger boy's hips tightly as he squirted out his stuff.
Benny, meanwhile, was shooting his young boy seed up Wiley's ass while
Wiley was shooting his up Benny's younger brother.  On the other side of
the Healing Hole, not that far away, Benny's father was grunting with
ecstasy as he shot his load up Samuel Moss's ass.  Once again eight cocks
throbbed and itched with the pleasure of climaxes, and once again six pairs
of balls drew up tight and squirted out their seed while the other two
desperately tried to pump out seed that was still not there.
  Their blood racing and their chests heaving, the eight of them slowly
disentangled, six still stiff cocks dripping with cum and the other two
still throbbing hotly and pleasantly, five assholes now feeling empty in
the absence of the hot, hard cocks that had been pumping in and out of
them, four of them dripping with cum also.  As Bobby reached behind him and
fingered his still burning hole, he commented on really needing the waters
of the Healing Hole now, causing the two Moss boys and his brothers to
laugh.
  They had no sooner returned to the Hole than their two fathers emerged
from the bushes.  Nobody said anything, but they were all wondering the
same thing.  The ride back to Alice Town was largely spent in silence, the
eight of them all thinking of the exciting and fun-filled day they'd had.
Leaving their guests off at their resort, the Moss family headed home and
the Brewsters headed for the Anchorage Restaurant and Bar for their evening
meal, having worked up a tremendous appetite.  Ordering the Captain's
Platter with hot, fresh Bahamian bread, they dug into the assortment of
seafood including the firm, white, peach-fringed Bahamian conch, served raw
with lime juices and spices, baked land crabs, and boiled snapper with
grits and a side order of peas and rice mixed with spices, tomatoes, onions
and bacon.  By the time they were done, the five decided that they didn't
have room for dessert, which for the Brewster men, was a rarity.
  Alice Town being the main town and the centre of activity for the island,
the Brewsters took advantage of the excellent evening weather to check out
the shops and other hotels along Kingshighway, the main road through town.
It being the Memorial Day weekend and the island's big fishing tournament,
the stores were all open late, and the streets were bustling with fishermen
and their families.  Eventually finding themselves on the west shore line,
the Brewster family checked out the tidal pools for sea life, observing
with much humour that they might have eaten some of their relatives that
evening, and that perhaps they should catch a few crabs and lobsters and
bring them back to their hotel for a snack.  As they watched the sun
finally set and turn the sky and ocean a brilliant scarlet, they finally
headed back to their hotel for a late night snack and dessert with the boys
deep in whispers, which both enticed and frightened Barry.
  "Dad?"
  "Yes?"
  "You remember when we was in Penticton last year?"
  "Of course."
  "And there was that guy and his son who performed with those peaches at
Phil's Pecker Contest?"
  "Can we do that tonight?"
  "I don't know if they have peaches down here."
  "Don't need to be peaches."
  "Well, I don't know boys.  That was one thing in Penticton.  It's quite
different down here."
  "Aw, com'on Dad," Bobby said, looking up at his father with wide, angelic
eyes.
  "Yah, com'on Dad, it'll be fun," added Brent and Brett as they snuggled
up on either side of him and blew in his ears, which they knew turned him
on.
  "Please?" asked Benny, as he pressed up against his dad and placed his
hot hand on his dad's crotch, where he immediately got a reaction.
  Watching the man and boy eating peaches and licking chocolate and whipped
cream from each other's body had been hot, and especially the peaches up
the man's butthole.  Unbeknownst to the boys, doing that with his sons had
been the focus of many jerk off fantasies for Barry for the following
months, and unbeknownst to Barry, had been a frequent fantasy of his sons.
  "Well, I suppose we could try it," he replied, unable to resist the
charms of his boys as much as being unable to resist the possibility of
fulfilling that fantasy.
  "Wicked."
  "Oh yeah!"
  "Why don't you give us some money to buy some food while you, well, you
know, go to our room, and well, you know," suggested Brent.
  "Wash your rectum out," Brett said, coming to the point.
  "Give yourself an enema."
  "I'll come help," offered Bobby.
  Barry observed that he didn't need any help, to which Bobby replied that
he did, and from the look he gave his three brothers, Barry decided not to
ask.  As the two headed to their room, Bobby's three brothers headed for
the restaurant.  Arriving at their room, Bobby wasted no time stripping,
and he waited impatiently for his father.  The rooms having large shower
stalls with flexible nozzles instead of bathtubs, probably anticipating
people would need to hose down their bodies and feet to clean off the beach
sand, father and son easily stood in the stall together after Barry's
futile attempt to get Bobby to agree with him that the food idea might not
be such a good idea.
  Removing the shower head and adjusting the water so it was warm and not
too forceful, Barry went first, sticking the end of the shower hose up his
butt.  It did not take much to fill his rectum, and he was suddenly faced
with the problem if he should step out of the shower and evacuate his
bowels in the toilet, or if he should squat over the shower drain.  Bobby
suggested the latter, and he watched with boyish interest and with growing
arousal as his father complied.  After four more rinses the water being
forced out of his rectum was as clean as the water going in, but he rinsed
a sixth time, allowing just a bit more water to flood up his rectum to be
sure.  He had no idea just how far he and his boys might go or just what
they might do, but whatever ended up happening, he wanted to be clean.
  Bobby eagerly and openly filled his rectum with water, and he thrilled
with the sensation of warm water filling his butthole.  Squatting over the
shower drain, he forced it back out in front of his father, and he thrilled
with the eroticism of taking an enema and evacuating his bowels with his
dad.  Although the water was clean the third time he emptied his bowels, he
insisted on doing it another two times.
  They had just stepped into the living room when Barry's three sons
entered carrying several large baskets of goodies.  In addition to an
assortment of fruit, the boys had purchased a squeeze bottle of honey,
butter, a small bottle of Sauce Creole, which consisted of ground up
celery, hot chili, tomatoes, and onion, and three dozen fresh Mangrove
oysters.  The latter surprised Barry, though when the boys asked him to
show them how to get them out of their shells, he did so without comment.
  "Ewww, they're slimy," observed Bobby.
  "All the better to slide up your butt," responded Benny.
  "And all the easier for them to be sucked out," added Brent.
  "You didn't tell me they were going to be slimy," objected Bobby.
  "You changing your mind?"
  "Fuck no," responded Bobby immediately.  "You just didn't tell me they
would be so slimy."
  "Boys, I don't know exactly what you have in mind, but I'm not sure if we
should ."
  "Don't you worry, Dad, we got everything under control.  Right guys?"
asked Brett.
  "Right," his three brothers chorused.
  Brett pulled back the blankets off one of the beds and piled the pillows
half way down.  "Okay Bobby, lay down on your back."
  Bobby did so with his backside propped up on the pillows and his head
propped up so he could watch.  Picking up one of the oysters, Brett spread
open Bobby's anus and slowly pushed the raw mollusk into Bobby's hole.
  "How'd that feel?"
  "Totally wicked!" announced Bobby.  "Like a little limp dick coated with
cum."
  As Brett inserted a second, Brent took a lime, and cutting it into
quarters, he held each quarter above Bobby's body and squeezed it, leaving
trails of lime juice across his chest, stomach, calves, thighs and asshole.
Benny stuck a wad of soft, half-melted butter in Bobby's navel and opening
up the Sauce Creole, he applied generous dollops to Bobby's nipples, Brett
all the while inserting oyster after oyster up Bobby's rectum.  Picking up
one of the oysters in the bowl, Bobby rolled it in the butter in his navel
and popped it in his mouth.
  "Mmmm, it fucking slips right down your throat too, just like a wad of
cum," he said with a grin.
  "You're supposed to chew it, not swallow it whole, dumbo," observed
Brett.
  "Oh."  He took a second, and running it along one of the trails of lime
on his chest, he popped it in his mouth and chewed it before swallowing.
"This one is saltier than the other."
  "That's from your sweat mixed with the lime juice," observed Brent.
  "Wicked," Bobby observed.  "So are oysters really an afro . . .  ah . .
.  an afrodizzyac?"  he asked, looking at his father.
  "Aphrodisiac," corrected his father.  "Some people think so."
  "Cool," said Bobby.  "But if a guy don't really need nothing to make him
horny, you think maybe instead they might make him cum?"
  "Well, I really don't know," Barry admitted, knowing how desperately his
fourth youngest son wanted to cum.  Seeing the disappointment on the
twelve-year-old's face, he quickly added.  "But I don't see that it would
harm a person's chances."
  With that news, Bobby eagerly reached for another oyster.  The rest dived
in, taking the slimy, two-inch long raw oysters and rolling them in the
butter in Bobby's navel, swirling them in the hot sauce coating his
nipples, or rolling them in the trails of lime juice mixed with his sweat.
Each, of course, had a markedly different taste, and they commented on the
differences as they reached for more.  Benny was the first to kneel down
behind Bobby and to rim his asshole.  Delighting in the taste of lime and
sweat, he licked Bobby's anus eagerly and wormed his tongue into his anus.
He finally pressed his lips against Bobby's asshole and sucked and Bobby
responded by pushing out, forcing the first of the oysters up his anus out
of his body.  Benny accepted the warm, tasty morsel, and happily sat up and
chewed it.  Brent was the next to accept an oyster from his kid brother's
rectum, quickly followed by Brett.
  The four boys watched as their father snuggled up between Bobby's raised
and outspread legs and bent his head.  Having watched Benny, he ran his
tongue over Bobby's anus, still flavoured with lime and perspiration, and
his cock, already half erect from the eroticism of rubbing oysters over his
son's body and eating them along with his sons, began to swell even faster.
He forced his tongue into his young son's rectum and Bobby squirmed with
the erotic pleasure, his little four-inch cocklet jutting up in the air and
jerking madly above his naked pubes.  Barry slowly sucked on his son's
asshole, and Bobby pushed out, forcing another of the rectum-baked oysters
out of his body and into his father's mouth.  As Barry sat up and chewed
the delicacy, Bobby forced out another oyster and dangling it above his
mouth, dropped it in and began to slowly chew as he looked up at his father
dreamily, his hazel eyes filled with lust and with love.
  By this time all five Brewsters were fully erect, and as they sampled the
lime, sauce, and butter flavoured oysters and sucked out the uniquely
flavoured morsels from Bobby's rectum, they reached down and stroked their
aching cocks, or the nearest cock to them, their greasy fingers smearing
the shaft and bulb with smudges of butter, lime, sauce, and bits of oyster
slime.  Benny was the first to bend over and lick his father's hairy balls,
and the fourteen-year-old quivered with the combined taste of sweaty balls
and the smears of oyster and condiments.  Brent leaned over and ran his
tongue over Benny's stiff, throbbing cock while Brett licked and sucked on
Bobby's young hairless balls and Bobby licked Brent's exposed knob as Barry
leaned over and licked Brett's sixteen-year-old joy stick.
  By this time all five Brewsters were ready to pop and they panted and
quivered with their approaching orgasms as they licked, sucked and nibbled
on each other's genitals.  One by one they sucked out the last of the
oysters stuffed up Bobby's asshole and offered the very last to Bobby
before tackling the remaining oysters in the bowl.  Taking one of the raw
oysters and slipping it in his mouth, Bobby dipped his index finger in the
melted butter in his navel and coated his lips.  Forcing the oyster out
between his puckered lips and drawing it back in, he looked up at his
father seductively. Barry immediately bent over and closing his eyes kissed
his son's smooth, buttered lips.  He felt Bobby working the oyster in his
mouth and forcing it between their puckered lips, and he parted his and let
the oyster, slimy with Bobby's spittle and its own juices and coated with
butter slip into his mouth.  He twirled it in his mouth with his tongue and
savoured it and then forced it back into his son's mouth.  His cock jerked
wildly and he felt an ache deep his balls that announced they were about to
contract.  As Bobby forced the slimy oyster back between their still
tightly pressed lips, Barry bit it in half and swallowed his half as his
cock erupted. The thick, nine- inch cannon shot out the thickest, juiciest
wad of his life, sending it in the air to arch and fall back on his
youngest son's chest and ooze down toward his waist.
  Feeling his father's hot slime strike his naked chest, Bobby quivered
with his own orgasm, thrusting his hips in the air and smashing them
against the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over his groin and his
tiny balls constricted and tried to pump out the boy juice that still was
not there.  Seeing their kid brother and father reaching their orgasms, the
other three Brewsters could not hold back.  Each of them gasped with
delight as they felt their hot boy juice surge up the core of their
throbbing cocks and squirt out of the burning openings.  They sprayed each
other, Bobby, and their father, quivering with ecstasy as long, juicy
streamers of teen cream lacing each other's hot, flushed bodies.  They
grasped and caressed each other, smearing the fresh cum over each other's
bodies as the last of their creamy loads dangled from their hot, throbbing
Brewster cocks.
  Picking up one of the remaining oysters in the bowl, Brent rolled it in
the glob of cum on Bobby's flat stomach until it was dripping with the
sweet-tart cream, and biting and swallowing half of it he offered the other
half to his twin brother, who readily accepted the cum-soaked morsel.
Benny did likewise, rolling an oyster in the puddle of cum on Barry's thigh
and biting into the dripping delicacy, took half and offered the other half
to his kid brother.  Taking the last of the oysters, Bobby smeared the
slimy mollusk over his tightly constricted balls and still erect cock and
then up through one of the cum trails lacing his body.  Rolling it in the
puddle of cum on Brett's chest, and then through the trails on Benny's and
Brent's bodies, he offered the delicacy, now totally coated and dripping
with cum to his father.  Barry readily accepted the final oyster, and
savoured the delicacy as pendants of cum dribbled from his lips and over
his chin.  Even more than the tasty treat, he savoured the delight of the
hot, open orgy he'd just engaged in with his four sons.
  His four sons were savouring that same delight, that wonderful sense of
freedom, of openness and honesty, knowing that they were among the
privileged minority that had sex with each other and with their fathers
willingly and without sin or guilt.  The five snuggled up togther on the
bed, their arms about each other, Barry in the middle with Brent's head
resting on one shoulder and Benny's on the other, Brett half laying on him
and half on his twin brother with his head on his dad's chest, and Bobby on
the other side, snuggled farther down so his head was resting on his dad's
hairy stomach and his hot boy breath was panting against his dad's still
humongous but now limp cock.  The five of them lay there for a long time in
silence and enjoyed the bliss of their climaxes and their relationship.
  "So, anyone ready for some fruit?" Brent finally asked.
  "Oh yeah, you bet," said Benny sitting up.  "I worked up one fucking
appetite eating that shrimp."
  "Fuck yeah, me too," announced Bobby.
  The five of them got up and began to peel and cut the fruit up into
chunks and wedges.  The boys had boughten an assortment of limes, lemons,
bananas, pineapples, mangos, oranges, and papaya, and with their boyish
enthusiasm and natural appetites, they had not been miserly.
  "Okay Dad, time for you to be our fruit bowl," said Brent with a wide
grin.
  "Dad can't be our fruit bowl," protested Benny.  "He's bi, not a fruit."
  "Okay, he can be our bi-bowl."
  Barry felt strange having his sons speaking so openly in front of him.
In part he was pleased that they had no secrets between them, but on the
other hand he felt as if he should be instructing them in the facts of
life, or reprimanding them for their language, or doing some parent like
thing.  He did not dwell on that thought long.  Despite the powerful orgasm
he'd had only half an hour ago, and the fact that it was the third time
he'd shot off a load that day, he was feeling randy as hell and eager to
get off still another shot.
  Laying down on the bed like Bobby had, with his hips propped up by
pillows so his ass was stuck in the air, and his head propped up so he
could see what was going on, Barry watched as his boys gathered around him
and took turns slipping the chunks of fruit up his rectum.  It felt strange
having the moist wedges and chunks pushed into his rectum, and feeling them
squeezing against each other and being pushed deeper into his body to make
room for the later ones.  By the time his boys were done his anus and their
fingers were sticky with fruit juice.  Taking the squeeze bottle of honey,
they took turns making circles around his nipples and making as Bobby put
it "an inni lake" of honey in his belly button.
  Then while Brent dipped a bit of pineapple in the honey around Barry's
left teat and Brett dipped a square of mango in the honey around his other
nipple and the two popped the treats in their mouths, Benny dipped a slice
of banana in the pool in his belly button and Bobby knelt between his
outspread legs and placing his lips against his father's hole, sucked out
the first chunk of fruit from his rectum.  The boys switched positions at
random, and Barry felt himself getting aroused once again as his four naked
boys ran their honey-coated fingers over his nipples and played with his
nipple rings or brushed a honey coated mango over his erect teats.  He
quivered with arousal as they twisted bits of fruit in his belly button and
then sucked on the treat seductively as they looked into his eyes.  Seeing
them fasten their smooth lips to his asshole, and constricting his abs and
forcing out a chuck of fruit into their eager mouths, was a major turn on,
as was having the boys take a chunk of fruit from his anus and feed it to
him.
  "What is this?" asked Bobby, holding up a chuck of fruit the colour
between that of a ripe banana and a pear.
  "If it has a sweet, musky taste, it is a papaya," advised Benny.
  Bobby bit into it.  "Yep, papaya it is," he announced.  "Papa want a
papaya?" he asked with a grin.  "It sortta smells like your nuts."
  "You know, it really does," Benny confirmed as he took a sniff of the
papaya and then of his father's hairy nuts.
  "Wicked!"
  "Oh yeah!"
  Of course each of the boys had to have a sniff, and at the same time run
a smooth cheek along the shaft of his growing cock, or brush against it and
his thighs with their hair.  The heat and the compression of the fruit up
his rectum caused the fruit to press together and a small trickle of fruit
juice continually oozed out of his anus, which was quickly lapped up by one
of the boys, who often continued up his ass crack to give his balls a lick
too.  Before long all five were hard and aching to let off another load.
Taking a wedge of pineapple between his teeth and dipping it in the honey
in Barry's belly button, Benny slipped up to his father and offered it to
him.  As he nibbled on the proffered fruit, his lips approached Benny's and
they ended in a long, sweet kiss as he felt two of his boys licking his
nipples and another sucking out still another chunk of fruit from his
rectum.
  He reached down and found, from its length and thickness, one of the
twins' cocks and he slowly stroked it.  A small hot hand which had to
belong to Bobby wrapped about his cock and began to slowly jerk it off.
Barry reached around with his other hand and found Benny's butthole and
began to stroke it as he felt the twins begin to caress his chest, running
their fingers through his hairs.  One of the twins rubbed up against him,
rubbing his stiff cock against his body.  One boy and then another swung up
to kiss him or offer him a piece of fruit dripping in honey.  Brent sucked
up a mouthful of the fruit juice now filling his father's rectum and
slipping up to his father, pressed his young lips against his father's
mouth and transferred the rectum heated and flavoured juice to his mouth.
The two pressed their lips tightly together and swished the erotic mixture
of fruits from mouth to mouth, the two finally each taking half and
swallowing it.
  One of the boys came, shooting his hot, thick cum across Barry's chest
and striking one of his brothers.  Another came a few seconds later,
followed by a third.  Barry's huge cock erupted, spraying them all with his
seed.  Bobby pressed up against his father and worked his hips rapidly,
rubbing his stiff cocklet against his father's hairy body until he shook
violently with his dry orgasm.  The five squirmed and writhed on the bed,
rubbing their hot, sticky bodies against each other, smearing cum against
thighs and bellies and chests, against cheeks and buns.
  Bobby scooped up a glob of fresh cum with a chunk of banana and popped it
in his mouth as he squeezed his trembling, burning cocklet.  Benny scooped
up a streamer of cum with a pineapple slice and sucked on the sour fruit
with its tart dip, savouring the unique taste and making a mental note of
the flavour to add to his growing store of sexual knowledge.  Brent and
Brett fed each other cum soaked papaya and each of the boys in turn fed
their father and were fed by him.  Hot and sticky with cum and fruit juice,
they pressed against each other and wrapping their arms about whomever was
closest, they closed their eyes in ecstasy.  One by one the exhausted and
spent Brewsters fell asleep.

                            DAY TWO

  After throwing the sticky sheets and pillow cases into the laundry Sunday
morning, the five Brewsters took a communal shower, to save water and time
of course.  They also took the opportunity for some groping and goosing and
good old-fashioned fun, their slippery, soapy fingers lathering up their
bodies and the bodies of whoever was beside them, drawing back foreskins to
make sure their dickheads were cleaned of any remaining oyster or fruit
juice, and finding their way along butt cracks and up buttholes.
  "Holy fuck," Bobby suddenly blurted.
  "What?" asked his father and three brothers as the twelve-year-old knelt
down and looked at his father's cock closely, his hand still wrapped about
the base.
  "Dad, did you know your foreskin has a hole in it?"
  Barry smiled down at his fourth youngest son squatting there in the
shower stall and staring at his limp but swelling dick.
  "You mean you got a foreskin piercing too?" asked Benny, squatting down
beside his younger brother.
  "That's totally wicked!" announced Brett
  "So how come you don't have a ring in it?" asked Bobby.
  "Well, I've only had the piercing for three weeks," Barry explained, "and
I'm still not used to walking around wearing a ring.  If I did have one in
this weekend, I'd be walking around here in Bimini with a constant
erection."
  "So what is wrong with that?" asked Bobby seriously.
  "Well," Barry said with a smile, "when I have an erection it isn't that
easy to hide."
  "A pierced foreskin.  That is like so wicked!" said Benny, and his
brothers all agreed as they looked at their dad with admiration and their
dicks began to swell.
  Barry checked on the progress of the filming for the WeCare promotion,
and finding that things were not progressing as well as they should, had to
spend the bulk of the day with the crew going over the scripts and editing
the film, leaving the boys on their own.  They spent most of the day
wandering Alice Town and the nearby beaches, marvelling at the blue-green
sea water and sparkling white sand, and the darkly tanned bodies of the
tourists and the dark black bodies of the local residents.  They danced
with each other to the calypso music being played on the beach and paused
to watch the steel drum bands performing, delighting in the rhythm of the
Caribbean music and the glistening, sweating arms and naked chests of the
musicians.  The day went by quickly for all of them.
  After another great supper of fresh catch from the sea, the five of them
took a stroll along the beach, ending up at the far end of one of the
beaches where they sat on the outcrop of rocks and stared out at the ocean
and the fishing boats.
  "Too bad Mom isn't here to see this," observed Brent with a hint of
sadness in his voice.
  "Yeah, she really likes the ocean and the beach and stuff," agreed Brett.
  "And to dance," observed Benny as the lively melody of a calypso song
could be heard in the distance.  "She loves to dance."
  "Mom's real upset about Uncle James, isn't she?" Bobby dared to ask
softly.
  "Yes, I'm afraid she is," Barry admitted.
  "Are you upset about Uncle James?" Bobby asked, he and his three brothers
looking at their dad worriedly.
  "No," Barry said.  "No, I'm not.  And don't worry, things will work out.
You know your mother.  There isn't a problem that she can't solve, and you
know how persuasive she can be."
  "Yeah," the four boys agreed, though they were not exactly sure how this
problem was going to be solved.  Actually, they were not even sure what the
problem was, other than when their mother had found out Uncle James was gay
and that he was planning on getting married in Palm Springs or some place,
she had hit the ceiling.  If Uncle James being gay was the problem, they
did not see how their mother was going to change that, and if his getting
married was the problem, if she was going to persuade him not to marry
Giovanni's dad, that was not a happy solution.
  "She will, you'll see," Barry said, seeing the long faces of his four
boys and tousling Benny's and Bobby's hair.  Brent and Brett slipped up
behind the three and wrapped their arms about them.  The five stared out at
the ocean slowly receding away from the rocks they were sitting on, leaving
behind pools of sea water teaming with sea life.  They didn't feel much
like going exploring.
  "Did you have fun last night, Dad?" Benny asked tentatively.
  "Yeah.  I did," Barry admitted.
  "You don't mind us having sex with each other, and with you?" he asked
softly.
  "No.  Not if it is alright with you boys.  Are you feeling uncomfortable
about what we did last night, or earlier?" he asked, looking at Benny and
suddenly concerned that his boys were having second thoughts about what
they'd done together.
  "Heck no.  Not at all.  I really enjoyed last night, and the other times,
but I thought maybe you were, you know, being an adult and our dad and
stuff."
  "What about the rest of you boys?  Any of you feeling guilty about what
we did last night?"
  "Guilty?  Fuck no," responded Bobby.  "Last night was like so totally
wicked."
  "Yeah, right," agreed Brent and Brett together.
  "I'm glad to hear that," Barry responded with relief.  He could tell when
his boys were telling him the truth, and on this matter they were being
honest.
  "Dad?" Benny asked after a moment of silence.
  "Yeah?"
  "When did you first learn about sex?"
  "Oh, I dunno," Barry said with a chuckle.  "That was quite a long time
ago."
  "Well, like do you remember when you first learned where babies come
from?" asked Bobby, his curiosity sparked by Benny's question and eager to
hear about his dad's experiences as a boy.
  "Yes," Barry said with a smile as he thought back to his boyhood.  "It
was when I was six, when my mother, your gramma, was carrying your Uncle
Jeffrey.  Of course I noticed her stomach was getting bigger, especially as
she got close to the end of her term, and I finally asked her why.  She
explained that there was a baby growing in her tummy, and that soon I'd
have a little brother or sister, but she didn't explain just how it was the
baby started growing in there.  I asked if it wasn't going to be sort of
hard pooping the baby out."  The boys giggled at the thought and imagined
their dad as a boy asking that.  "Well, she laughed and said it didn't
happen that way, but when I asked how the baby was going to come out then,
she said I was too young yet but when I was older my dad would explain
everything.  Well, I couldn't wait until I was older, so I asked your uncle
Cory about it.  He was two years older than I was, and as far as I was
concerned he knew everything there was to know about everything."
  Benny's brothers all looked at him, feeling much the same about him as
Barry did about his older brother.
  "So he explained the facts of life to you?" asked Bobby with a grin.
  "As he understood them.  He explained to me that a man had seeds in his
testicles," Barry said with a smile as he recalled the conversation.
"Since we called our testicles our nuts and I knew a nut was like a seed
that made sense to me.  Anyway, my wise older brother told me that a wife
sucked a seed out of her husband's pee-er, and when it reached her belly,
it began to grow and made a baby."
  The boys all giggled at the idea.  "And you believed that?" asked Brett
with a grin.
  "Well, of course not.  I just couldn't see my mother sucking on my dad's
penis and I told Cory so, so he said he could prove it."
  "Yeah?" asked Brent with a grin.  "How?"
  "We spied on our parents one night after a party at our house, which Cory
said he'd done several times before and was the best time to catch them at
baby making."
  "And?"
  "Well," said Barry, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and wishing he hadn't
been so honest.  He thought for a moment how to explain it.  "We saw them
doing exactly what Cory had told me," he finally said.
  It took the boys a minute to understand what he was saying.  "Fuck . . .
ah . . .  crying out loud!" responded Bobby, too surprised to cover up his
swear with a stutter as had become his habit.
  "Fuc-a-crying out loud wicked," chimed in Benny in an attempt to cover
for him.
  "You saw Gramma sucking Grandpa's cock?" asked Bobby in wide-eyed shock
as he tried to imagine his grandparents engaged in such an activity.  "Holy
shit!"
  "You have to remember that was a long time ago, back in . . .  1959.
Your grandparents, my parents, were a lot younger then.  Grandpa would have
been . . .  thirty-six, and Gramma thirty-two."
  "Holy shit," Bobby repeated, having difficulty imagining his grandparents
that young but easily picturing his father and his father's older brother
crouched in the hallway peeking in the door at the couple.  After all, he
and his brothers had done exactly the same thing spying on their parents.
  "Wonder if they still do it," Brett mused.
  "Bet Gramma can do it lots better now than when she was thirty-two,"
observed Benny.
  "Why?" chorused his brothers and father.
  "Cuz she got no teeth," Benny said with a smile, and they all chuckled.
  "But didn't you wonder why she was doing it when she was already
pregnant?" asked Brett, always the logical thinker.
  "Yes, actually, I did.  Cory said it was because she liked it, and our
dad too, and from what we saw, they certainly did," Barry said with a
smile.
  "So, how did you find out the truth?"
  "Well, I didn't think much more about it after that night.  It was a few
years later that my best buddy explained it all to me, the real facts,"
Barry said as he thought back.  "We were ten and our teacher had gotten
pregnant, and we were talking about it and wondering if the teacher who was
going to replace her would be as nice and he asked me if I knew anything
about screwing, and when I said I didn't, he explained it to me and told me
an older cousin of his had explained it to him."
  "How about sex with guys?" asked Brent.  "When did you find out guys
could like, you know, do stuff together?"
  "That was a couple years later."
  "So, when did you first do something with another guy?" asked Benny with
a leer.
  Barry hesitated, but not because he had to stop to think. That day was
not a day he was ever going to forget.  It was because telling the boys
about his discovery of the facts of life was one thing, something everyone
learns about in one way or another, but his first boy-boy experience on the
other hand was something very special and very private.  "When I was
twelve," he finally said, deciding to share his experience because it was a
very special event in his boyhood.
  "Tell us about it," Benny asked.
  "Well, there isn't that much to tell," Barry responded as he thought
about how he could put into words just how he'd felt on that day.
  "Com'on, Dad.  We'd like to hear."
  "Yeah. Tell us everything.  Where were you?  What were you doing?  Who
was it with?"  asked Bobby.
  "Yeah, I bet it was awesome."
  "It was," said Barry as he collected his thoughts.  "As for who it was
with, you boys remember Phillip?"
  "Sure!" the boys chorused.  How could they forget Phillip and his lover
and the Penticton nudist campground where they'd spent an awesome holiday
with their dad last July.  As the boys got comfortable, Barry thought back
to that afternoon and began his tale.
  "Well, it was back in 1961.  We were both twelve, and were looking
through Phillip's father's collection of Playboy magazines.  I remember we
were looking for dirty jokes and any information we could about sex, and
back in those days Playboy was every boy's best source of forbidden
information.  I remember when the topic of guys messing around together
came up we were looking at Miss July, Volume 7, Number 7.  I remember that
because seven is supposed to be a lucky number, and I remember thinking
later that the day had been especially lucky for me."
  "Wow, Volume 7!" observed Benny.  "Today it's Volume ah, well, I bet
forty-something," he said, quickly covering his almost revelation.  He and
Justin spent many pleasant weekends looking at the centerfolds and looking
for jokes and new information in Justin's dad's collection too.  Some
things never change.
  "Oh maaaaan, just look at those boobs," Phillip sighed as he stared at
the glossy picture.
  "I am, I am," responded twelve-year-old Barry Brewster.
  "Can you just imagine squeezing those?"
  "I can, I can," Barry replied.
  "You notice Mary Ellen's tits are getting pretty big?"
  "Oh yeah," Barry said.  "I'd love to grab a feel of them."
  "You and me both," Phillip said, reaching down and adjusting what had
come up.
  "You got a problem?" Barry asked with a grin.
  "You better believe it," Phillip said.  "My dick is itching to fuck Miss
July."
  "Or Mary Ellen."
  "Or any girl who's willing."
  "Yeah, well, when you find one who's willing let me know."
  "I will," Phillip said.  "And you'll do the same?"
  "Fuck yeah," Barry responded, and the two buddies shook on it.
  The two boys sat there on Phillip's bed and squirmed uncomfortably, their
stiffs awkwardly tenting out their jeans.
  "Barry?"
  "Yeah?"
  "You ever play with yours?"
  "Yeah.  Sometimes," Barry confessed with a shrug.  "Like when I'm in bed
and thinking about your dad's mags, or Mary Ellen."  In reality the
practice had become almost daily, but he was not ready to admit that, not
even to his best buddy.
  "Yeah, me too," Phillip confessed, though his frequency was as high his
Barry's.
  "Bet every guy in grade seven lays in bed playing with himself and
thinking of Mary Ellen."
  "Grade eight now," Barry observed.
  "Oh yeah," Phillip responded.
  "Every guy except Ronald."
  "Yeah.  That wimp probably doesn't know his prick is for more than
pissing."
  "Yeah."
  The boys sat there thinking about Ronald and Mary Ellen and about being
stiff and why boys got that way.  They looked down, pretended to look at
the magazines, but in actuality glanced over at each other to check out
each other's crotch.  Both boys were wearing tight, faded jeans, runners,
and short-sleeved print shirts, typical clothes of the preteen and teen boy
of the sixties.
   "You, ah, you ever seen another guy's prick when it's hard?" asked
Phillip.
  "No, I haven't.  Have you?"
  "Yeah.  Tony Catelli.  At the urinals in the boy's room."
  "No shit!"
  "Yeah.  He said he was thinking of Betty Norton, but I know he was
jacking it off."
  "Geez.  I'd never do that at school.  Not at the urinals where I could
get caught!  Not even in one of the toilets."
  "Me neither."
  "Was it very big?"
  "Not really."
  The two boys sat there in silence as they both thought of the same thing
but were afraid to ask least the other get the wrong idea.
  "You wanna compare?" Phillip finally asked, unable to resist the
opportunity.
  "Sure, if you want to," Barry responded, trying to sound like it didn't
matter to him while his heart speeded up with excitement.
  "Well, if you do," Phillip said with a shrug as he prayed Barry would say
he did.
  "We might as well.  We both got boners."
  "Yeah, right."
  The two boys self consciously pulled down their zippers, and slipping
their fingers in the fly of their jeans, and of their underwear, wrapped
them about their stiff dicks and slowly pulled them out.  Neither boy had
started getting hairs yet and their dicks were smooth and pale skinned.  At
twelve, Phillip was well hung, but his dick was just over a quarter of an
inch shorter than Barry's, which stuck four and a quarter inches out of his
pants.  The big difference was that Phillip was cut whereas Barry was not.
Although the difference was obvious, the two boys were too self- conscious
to mention it.
  "So, you know, since we're hard, you wanna play with yours for a bit?"
  "Sure, why not?  It feels good doing it."
  "It sure does."
  The two buddies sat there side by side on the edge of Phillip's bed and
looked down at their laps as they began doing what up until that moment
they had only done alone.  They could not help glancing over at each other
to see if the other did it the same way, and each wondered if the other's
dick felt the way theirs did when they rubbed it.  Phillip noted that Barry
stroked his from the base to the tip, and when he pumped down he drew the
skin covering his knob back, exposing his knob, and when he pulled up he
pushed the skin back up.  As the two boys continued to pump their fists up
and down their organs, and each boy realized that the other was just as
curious as he was, the two buddies began to relax, and as they relaxed it
became that much more enjoyable.
  "You wanna see what mine feels like?" Phillip asked hopefully, having
often fantasized about his best buddy and imagined just such a thing
happening in many of his jerk sessions.  Those sessions were always a lot
hotter than when he imagined one of the girls in his class, but at the time
he hadn't realized why that was and had simply concluded that it was
because they were close friends.
  "Sure," responded Barry.  Like Phillip, he too had fantasized about his
best buddy during his jerk sessions, often about the two of them making out
with a pair of girls, or sometimes the two of them with one girl, and other
times he'd just pictured the two of them getting horny and jerking off
together, usually accompanied by the wish that in reality he could share
this enjoyable secret with his pal.
  The two boys reached over carefully, as if they were about to grasp a
red-hot poker, which was actually quite accurate.  For the first time ever,
each boy touched another boy's dick and slipped his fingers about another
boy's erection.  It felt great, not the physical touching of another boy's
cock, or feeling another boy's fingers about one's own dick, but the
sharing and the trust in each other to engage in something so intimate.
Phillip slowly and cautiously pulled his fingers down, pulling back Barry's
skin as he'd seen Barry do, and much to his delight exposing the dark
purple head of his cock.  Having received no complaint that all he was
supposed to do was feel it, not jerk it, Phillip slowly pushed the skin up
again.  Barry meanwhile tightened his grasp about Phillip's erection and
began to slide his fist up and down Phillip's shaft as he'd seen Phillip
do.  It felt totally different just doing his shaft, and not having a skin
to slide up and down over his knob, but it also felt great performing this
secret act on his buddy that up until then he'd only done to himself.
  So the two best buddies sat there side by side on Phillip's bed
discovering the difference between jerking a circumcised cock and an
uncircumcised one, and marvelling at the difference jerking someone else
off and having someone else's fingers jerking one's own dick compared to
doing it to themselves.  They found the friction of a hand rubbing up and
down one's cock resulted in the same pleasure regardless if it was one's
own or a buddy's, and the two boys' cocks throbbed with arousal and itched
with desire.  It was the same pleasure, but it felt far better doing it to
someone else, and having the other person doing it to you.  So each sat
there delighting in the intense pleasure the other's hand was creating in
his lap, and delighting in the knowledge that each was causing the other as
much pleasure as the other was bringing.
  As they began to reach that point of no control they could not resist
going all the way, and in the intensity of the moment, they totally forgot
their self-consciousness.  The mounting pressure and tension in each boy's
loins, and the pleasure of having a hot, throbbing, aching cock, dominated
all other thoughts and sensations.  Their fists pumped up and down eagerly
until finally they reached their peaks, and they began to pant and jerk
about uncontrollably as the first waves of pleasure pulsating through their
tender, irritated dicks.  Each grasped the other's dick tightly, as if
trying to hold on as his body twitched and jerked with the undescribable
delight passing through his own, hot, throbbing organ.
  "That was really swift," Phillip finally gasped a few minutes later.
  "Oh yeah," agreed Barry.
  The boys stared off into space dreamily, their dicks now limp but still
sticking out of their flies.  They eventually returned to the magazines
they had taken from Phillip's dad's collection and resumed their search for
forbidden knowledge.  It was not long before the two randy preteen boys
felt the itching need to experience that powerful sensation between their
legs once again and each began wondering how he could mention his need
without looking like a pervert.
  "You remember when you asked me if I knew how babies were made?" Phillip
asked, having come to a plan faster than Barry.
  "Of course."
  "And you shared that story about girls sucking a seed out of a guy's
nuts."
  "Yeah," laughed Barry.
  "You ever think about that?"
  "What?"
  "Getting a blow job."
  "Oh sure.  I've imagined half a dozen girls at school sucking my dick."
  "Just half a dozen?" joked Phillip.
  "Well, okay, several dozen.  And a few teachers."
  "Really?"
  "Yeah."
  "You do have a dirty mind."
  "Better a dirty mind than dirty underwear."
  Phillip laughed.  "You ever wonder what it would feel like to get a blow
job?"
  "Sure."
  "You ever think about a guy giving you one?"
  "Yeah, Mister Senical," Barry replied, referring to their social studies
teacher, one of the most boring and least liked teachers in the junior
high.  Phillip laughed again.  "Have you?"
  "Yeah," admitted Phillip, willing to admit his perverted thoughts to at
least his best friend.
  "Who?"
  "Several guys.  You."
  "Yeah?" Barry asked with a grin.  "Me?"
  "Yeah."
  "Sucking you, or you sucking me?"
  "Both."
  "Really?"
  "Really."
  Barry thought about that, and about the implications.  "You wanna try it,
together?" he asked.
  "You be ah, yeah, sure," Phillip replied, trying to hide his eagerness
and delight.
  The two boys unsnapped the top of their jeans and pulling down their
flies, pushed them down, and then slipping their fingers under the elastic
band of their underwear, pushed them down also.  With his white Stanford
briefs about his ankles, Barry looked over at Phillip's semierect dick with
mixed feelings, on the one hand curious and beginning to get aroused, and
on the other with hesitancy and a sense of distaste.  He was eager to try
it, but repulsed by the idea at the same time.
  On the other hand, with his blue and white striped boxers about his
ankles, Phillip looked over at his best buddy's cock with hot desire.  He
had dreamed of this moment dozens of times as he'd lain in bed jerking off.
Now another of his fantasies was about to become true.  Turning around so
he was laying on his side in the opposite direction to Barry, he slowly
leaned forward as he slipped his fingers about the base of Barry's limp
dick and held it up.  Opening his mouth, he continued to lean forward,
descending on the limp wiener as his heart beat happily in his thin chest.
  Feeling Phillip's hot breath on his groin, and then his lips close about
his cock above his fingers, Barry reached over and held up Phillip's cock.
Eager to do the same to his best buddy as his best buddy was doing to him,
and to find out what sucking cock was really like, he struggled with the
repugnance of putting a guy's cock in his mouth and the fear what it might
taste like at the same time.  Feeling Phillip remove his fingers and slip
his lips farther down so they were wrapped about the base of his cock, and
feeling the heat and moistness of Phillip's mouth surrounding his organ,
Barry closed his eyes and parted his lips and leaned forward.  Anything
that felt so good had to be good to do.
  To his relief and his delight, he found Phillip's dick didn't taste bad
at all, and in fact barely had any taste.  He sucked on it and felt the
limp dick begin to swell.  Knowing that Phillip was getting horny caused
his own dick to begin swelling.  Phillip ran his tongue over his exposed
knob, causing a shock of arousal to shoot through the knob and up his
shaft.  Barry copied the action and felt Phillip's cock swell even faster
in his mouth.  It did not take the two boys long to get hard.
  Continuing to suck on Barry's now stiff cock, Phillip slowly slipped his
lips back up Barry's shaft until they reached the flanged rim of his knob.
Inhaling through his nose, he slowly slipped his lips back down to Barry's
smooth pubes.  He was sucking cock.  He was acting out one of his favourite
fantasies, and in real life it was even better than his dreams.  He was
sucking his best buddy's cock, and his best buddy was sucking his.  Phillip
quivered with the pleasure of having his fantasy become reality, and with
the pleasure rippling through his irritated knob.
  Barry maintained the suction on Phillip's erect cock as he slipped his
lips up his shaft and over his sensitive knob, and then eased them back
down as far as he could.  He was performing a filthy, perverted act, an act
that a boy told another to do as an insult, and it was that thought more
than anything else that caused his cock to twitch and his entire body to
ache with desire.  As he slipped his lips up and down Phillip's stiff dick
he kept repeating over and over in his mind the fact that he was sucking
cock, that he was having sex with his best buddy.  His cock throbbed with
desire and he delighted in the fact he had a cock in his mouth with just as
much pleasure as he delighted in the pleasure rippling through his
blood-engorged organ.
  It was not long before Barry was trembling and jerking his hips with his
dry orgasm.  Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled over his body and he sucked
on his buddy's cock with a lust-driven eagerness.  Phillip suddenly began
to thrust his cock in and out of Barry's mouth as the ache in his groin
took over his mind and body and a few seconds later he began to tremble and
buck with his own climax.  The two boys grasped each other's hips and
snorted with the ecstasy of their first sixty-nine, the first of many to
follow.
  "That was wicked, Dad," observed Bobby with a sigh.
  "Oh yeah.  Really," agreed his brothers.
  "It certainly turned me on," commented Brett as he reached down and
squeezed the bulge in his shorts.
  "Looks like it turned all of us on," Benny observed, looking from one
crotch to another.
  "Well, I guess we should do something then, since we all got boners,"
said Brent, reaching over and placing his hand on the bulge in his father's
Bermudas.
  Squeezing the hard, hot cylinder and giving it a couple strokes, he felt
it throb eagerly through the cloth of his father's underwear and shorts.
He reached up and pulled down the tab of his father's zipper, and then
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his shorts.  Spreading
apart the two flaps to reveal his father's bulging white Stanfields, he
wrapped his fingers about the cylinder once again and gave it a couple more
strokes.  A damp spot suddenly spread out from the tip of the solid tube.
  "We'd better get your dick out of your underwear, Dad," Brent advised.
"It is starting to leak."
  Hearing no objection from his dad, Brent slipped his fingers under the
elastic band of his father's white briefs, and pulling them out away from
his body, he slid them and his father's Bermuda shorts down together,
freeing his hot, throbbing, monster cock.  It was fully erect and the skin
was stretched back, revealing his flanged, purplish-red knob, the tip of
which was already glistening with pre-cum.  Another droplet of the clear
lube formed at the opening as his sixteen- year-old son pulled his
Stanfields and shorts the rest of the way down.
  "Geez, Dad, you're dripping buckets," observed Bobby.
  "Any time now yours will start doing the same," Barry observed, reaching
down and squeezing the bulge in Bobby's shorts.
  "I sure the fuck hope so," Bobby observed, pumping his hips back and
forth and fucking his father's hand.
  Barry remembered he meant to talk to Bobby about his language, but that
particular moment, with him squeezing his twelve-year-old son's erection
and with his sixteen-year-old son grasping his stiff, leaking cock at the
base, was not an appropriate time.  Instead, he pulled down Bobby's fly and
unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  As his father pulled down his shorts and
his underwear, Bobby reached over and pulled down Benny's fly, and Benny
similarly pulled down Brett's and unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  Brett
shuffled around and pulled down Brent's.
  And so the five Brewsters formed a jerk circle there on the outcrop of
rocks at the far end of the beach as the sun dropped closer to the horizon,
the father jerking off the stiff four-and-a- quarter-inch dicklet of his
fourth youngest son, who jerked his older brother, who in turn was pumping
his fist up and down the dick of his older brother, who was wanking off his
twin, who was slowly pumping his fist up and down the hot, hard nine-inch
pecker of his father.  All five pictured in their mind Barry and Phillip
sitting on the edge of Phillip's bed and engaged in their first mutual
jerk.
  Barry's dick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which collected in a
pool each time Brent drew his father's foreskin up over his knob and oozed
over the foreskin rim and over the sixteen-year-old's finger tips.  Brent
himself was leaking that clear nectar, as was his twin brother who was
jerking him, and as was Benny as his kid brother jerked him.  Bobby
squeezed his hot little hand tightly about his older brother's cock, now
just over five and a quarter inches, and milked it with delight as his
father slipped his fingers up and down his own hot little poker.  Barry
smiled as he slowly worked his fingers up and down his youngest son's stiff
dick, pulling his foreskin down off his knob, and then pushing it back up,
his size and slenderness reminding him of when he was twelve.  He was
pleased by the size of his fourth youngest son's dick, but not surprised.
The Brewster men were blessed with being well endowed.
  Brent was delighted by that Brewster trait, not just because it was
wicked jerking off his father's nine-inch monster, but because his own
dick, now at just under seven inches, was a good inch or more longer than
the average dick of boys in his grade, and he knew the envy of many of
them.  Barry noticed the size of his older son's cock also of course as he
looked down at the boy's fist slowly pumping up and down the length of his
monster cock and then over at his teenage son's cock being jerked off by
his twin brother.  He wondered if the twins jerked each other off often,
and if one had introduced the other to the joy of masturbation, or if the
two boys had learned about that secret practised by all men from a mutual
friend.
  Aroused by Barry's description of his introduction to guy-guy sex, and
turned on by forming a jerk circle out there on the outcrop of rocks in the
warm, humid Caribbean evening, it was not long before the breathing of all
five was becoming laboured and all five were experiencing the first
telltale signs of their pending climaxes.  They slowed down the pumping of
their fists, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of their approaching climaxes
for as long as possible, and each wanting to extend the pleasure he was
bringing his partner.  The five Brewsters closed their eyes in ecstasy as
they concentrated on the ripples of arousal pulsating through their
sensitive glans and down their shafts.  Each concentrated on the pleasure
pulsating in his crotch, and delighted knowing he was bringing that unique
pleasure to the person he was jerking.
  The five began to inhale and exhale deeply, fighting back the urge to pop
their nuts for as long as possible.  The five concentrated with an even
deeper focus as their cocks throbbed and the pleasure of arousal pulsating
through their cocks and through the cocks they were holding.  The five
reached their climax simultaneously, and all five trembled and gasped with
the ecstasy of that release, their bodies flushed with desire and their
cocks now numb and their pee holes burning with the pleasure of
ejaculation.  The father and his three teenage sons quivered as their nuts
contracted and their semen gushed up the core of their stiff cocks and
erupted out the tips.  The four shot their creamy white seed into the air,
where it ached gracefully and fell to the hot, white sand or the black
outcrop of rock where it formed puddles of fresh semen.  Father and sons
quivered and gasped as their hot, swollen cocks throbbed out their juices,
and as their dicks were milked and as they milked the throbbing dicks in
their hands.  Bobby inhaled and exhaled more deeply and louder with each
breath until he too trembled and snorted with relief, his body raked with
the ecstasy of his dry orgasm.
  Each wrapped his fingers about the dick he had been wanking and squeezed
the throbbing, now spent organ tightly.  A pendant of cum hung from the
dicks of the father and three teenage sons, and the backs of the fingers of
four hands were sticky with cum.  The five delighted in the bliss of their
orgasms, and in the bliss of having brought that ultimate pleasure to
another while a third had brought the pleasure to them.  They inhaled the
salty sea air now scented with the musky aroma of fresh cum deep into their
lungs with evident pleasure.  Their chests rose and fell in their
short-sleeved shirts, and their downy cheeks were flushed with the release
of tension and the sheer pleasure of their climax.  It had been a good jerk
off.  The five closed their eyes and savoured the moment as their breathing
returned to normal.
  Spotting some people strolling toward them along the beach, they quickly
tucked their now semierect organs into their pants.  As they headed back to
their hotel room, they were silent, but from the smiles on their faces,
they were all evidently thinking the same thing.
  "So," said Barry, opening a couple bags of chips as the boys got sodas
for the five of them out of the mini-fridge, "I know you boys all found out
about how babies are made at an early age."  He looked at Brent and Brett.
"I doubt if you remember much, but I told you about it when your mom was
carrying Benny, and then all three of you when she was carrying Bobby.  I
know with the birth of the triplets, you are very much aware of where
babies come from," he finished with a chuckle, referring of course to the
boys' assistance with the birth of the triplets during the blizzard a year
ago February.  What he did not know, and would have been surprised to
learn, was his fourth youngest son's role in the conception of the
triplets, and the fact that his boys had on more than one occasion watched
himself and Brenda in the act of making babies.  "But what about sex with
guys?  How did you discover that?"  He looked from one boy to the next.
  "Well," said Brett.  "You remember the last Calgary Stampede we
celebrated, the year before we moved to the States?"
  "Yes.  That would have been back in nineteen-ninety-seven."
  "You remember how I was really interested in Native Americans that year,
and how you took us to visit the Indian Village at the Stampede?"
  "Yes, you struck up a conversation with one of the native boys, and asked
if you could spend some time with him.  I remember when we went to get you
later you showed us a native dance the boy taught you."
  "Joey Buffalo Calf," said Brett, adding with a twinkle in his deep blue
eyes, "how to do the prairie chicken dance wasn't the only thing he taught
me that afternoon."
  Brett smiled as he thought back to that second week of July almost five
years ago.  He and his family had watched the parade, as they usually did,
and had then gone to the Indian Village set up on the stampede grounds as
part of the Stampede's and the bands' promotion of native awareness.  He
had struck up an immediate friendship with one of the dancers, Joey, who
was two months older than he was, eleven years and ten months.  Although
hesitant, and only after exacting a promise that the boys would stick
together and not leave the village, his family had agreed he could spend
the afternoon with his new friend.  Establishing a better understanding of
their culture being the whole point of the village, the two boys spending
some time together was fine with Joey's mother and father.  Besides, it
would give their son something to do.
  Joey showed Brett his costume and explained the significance of the
symbols and the geometric design, and explained what birds the different
feathers were from, and even which feathers came from different parts of
the bird.  They talked about his dancing, and Brett learned that dance
competitions were held across Canada and the United States in different age
categories, including boys their age, and that there was big prize money to
be won, plus a lot of prestige.  It put a whole different perspective on
dancing, which at age eleven Brett saw as dumb and a girl thing.  Sitting
there in the shade of the teepee they talked about many things, how a
teepee was made, about how they used to live, and how they lived now.
  "You ever heard of Jerry Potts?" Joey asked.
  "No."
  "He was a famous Metis guide for the first Europeans to cross this part
of the land, and he helped scout for the Mounties.  It was the first real
contact our people had with the Europeans, and there was much to learn from
both sides."
  "I bet."
  "There is one story that he almost made the Europeans rabbit stew in a
chamber pot.  It is said he told the men he was guiding that it was a
terrible waste to use a perfectly good cooking bowl to piss in when a man
had the whole prairie around him," Joey said with a grin.
  "Guess that would seem dumb," laughed Brett.  "Hey, did you hear about
the Indian who drank twenty litres of tea?"
  "No."
  "He died in his teepee," Brett said with an impish grin and Joey laughed.
  "Speaking of pee," observed Joey, "do you have to go, or do you just like
playing with your wiener?"
  "Both," said Brett with a grin, quickly removing his hand from his
crotch.
  He, as usual, hadn't realized he'd been fiddling with his penis.
  "Me too," said Joey.  "But I get shit if my parents catch me doing the
second."
  "Yeah, me too," said Brett.  "It doesn't make sense why we can't do it.
It feels great."
  "Yeah, and it isn't hurting nobody.  Adults have a lot of dumb rules."
  "Yeah, they never want us to have fun.  Not real fun."
  "Don't do this!  Don't do that!"
  "Yeah."
  The two boys grinned, having found another commonality.  When you came
right down to it, boys were much the same the world over no matter what
race or culture.  Brett glanced over at Joey's crotch.  He had discovered
the pleasure of playing with himself one day when he'd had to take a piss
while watching television, and had pinched and squeezed his dick to hold
back the pee until the commercial.  That was back when he was five or six.
He'd also discovered how to keep it a secret, from his parents who had made
a big fuss about him doing it, and from his brothers, who he was sure would
think he was some sort of sicko enjoying playing with his dick.
  "Well, if you really have to take a piss, we don't have a chamber pot,
but they have set up portable potties behind the village."
  "Portable potties?"
  "Yeah."
  Brett followed Joey to the line of narrow, blue outhouses all of which
looked like they'd seen better days.
  "You gotta piss bad?" Joey asked.
  "Oh yeah, Way bad."
  "Bet I got to take a longer piss than you."
  "You're on."
  The two boys squeezed into one of the portable toilets, barely large
enough for two small eleven-year-old boys, and latched the door. Standing
there shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip before the toilet, the two boys
pulled down their flies and pulled out their dicks.
  "When I say three, we both start."
  "Kay."
  "One . . .  two ."
  "Wait. What's the guy who loses got to do?"
  Joey thought for a moment.  "You got any money?"
  "No."
  "He's gotta shake the winner's dick off," suggested Joey with a giggle.
  "Deal."
  "Okay.  One . . .  two . . .  three!"
  The boys, being young and having held back this necessity of nature for
over an hour they were so reluctant to interrupt what they were doing, and
knowing nothing about bashful bladders, let loose.  Both did have to piss
badly, but Joey not quite as long as Brett, who'd had a few extra sodas
watching the parade that morning.  Having engaged in this game before, with
friends and relatives on the reserve, especially while playing out on the
open prairie where there was nobody around and it was too far to go back to
the house, he had no reservations about reaching over and grasping Brett's
limp dick and shaking it off.
  "You never seen a native boy's before?" Joey asked, noticing Brett
staring at his dick, having left it hanging out his pants while he'd shaken
off Brett's.
  "Oh.  Sorry.  No.  I was just curious . . .  well . . .  just curious."
  "About?"
  "Well," Brett flushed.  "If it was the same colour as the rest of you."
  "Well, go ahead and have a good look," he said, moving his hands away
from his body and turning to face Brett.  Being the more outgoing and
daring of the four brothers, Brett didn't hesitate.  Besides his skin being
a reddish-brown, Joey was circumcised and his knob was more bulb-shaped
than mushroom-shaped, not having as steep a slope as Brett's nor being as
flanged.  "You can touch it if you want," Joey offered.  Brett again did
not hesitate.
  He'd never touched another boy's penis before.  He hadn't even thought
about doing it.  Although it felt the same as his, it felt different
holding it, and for some reason he felt excited about it, guilty but also
good in a strange way. "Can your skin pull back?"
  "Sure," responded Brett.  "Wanna see?"
  "Sure."
  "Wanna do it yourself?" Brett asked as a second thought.  Joey had after
all let him have a good look at his dick, and touch it.
  "Sure."
  "I've never had nobody touch my wiener before," Brett confessed as Joey
reached over and took his limp dick in his fingers.  Brett noticed the
colour contrast between his pale pink dick and Joey's reddish-brown
fingers, reminding him that they did have differences.
  Although he'd pulled back his skin a million times, it felt totally weird
to have someone else's fingers holding his soft dick and pulling the skin
back.  It was sort of as if he was leaving himself vulnerable, which he was
considering Joey was holding one of the most sensitive parts of his body.
He again felt that strange but wonderful combination of guilt and
excitement.  Nobody had ever told him that boys should not touch each
other's dicks, but he had a feeling his parents and Joey's would have a fit
if they knew what they were doing right then.
  Joey pulled the skin right back off his knob as far as it would stretch,
and then slowly eased it back up over Brett's knob.  Without saying a word,
he repeated the process, causing a thrill of pleasure to ripple through
Brett's limp flesh.  Wanting to give his new friend the same pleasure as he
was receiving, Brett slowly and cautiously reached over and took Joey's
limp penis between his thumb and first two fingers.  He slowly slid his
fingers up the shaft and over the exposed knob.  He found it strange not
having a skin to slide up and down as he slid his fingers back down to
Joey's fly.  As Brett squeezed a bit tighter and eased his two fingers and
thumb back up over Joey's glans, the boy quivered with the stimulation and
grinned over at Brett.
  "Feels wicked don't it?"
  "Oh yeah," sighed Brett.  Playing with himself had been great, but
playing with another boy and having him play with his dick was doubly fun.
  The two boys stood there in the portable toilet tugging and stroking each
other's organ and they were soon stiff.  Joey wrapped his entire hand
around Brett's erect cock, which at three-and- a-half inches was totally
surrounded from base to tip.  He squeezed it tightly and pumped his fist up
and down the length, sending ripples of pleasure through the blood-engorged
flesh.  It felt strange having another boy's hand providing him the
pleasure that up until then his hand had provided, and it felt strange
having Joey's four fingers and thumb all wrapped about his cock.  He had
usually played with his cock using only his thumb and first two fingers,
which was how he was jerking Joey's cock.
  Totally open and uninhibited, the two eleven-year-old boys concentrated
on the pleasure of their throbbing flesh and watched what they were doing
and what was being done to them.  Their breathing slowly became deeper and
louder, and as the stimulation of their organs became more and more acute,
they began to fidget and squirm, the stimulation of their glans sending
shocks of pleasure up their shafts and causing their bodies to jerk
uncontrollably.  The two boys felt the familiar and yet new buildup of lust
in their loins, the pressure gradually building deep down beyond the base
of their now numb dicks.  It was a frightening and yet addictive sensation
that was still new to them.  The two boys finally reached their peak and
the powerful stimulation of their dry orgasms caused them to jerk like
puppets dangling on a string.
  "That was fucking awesome," gasped Joey.
  "Yeah, fucking," sighed Brett.  He had played with himself probably a
thousand times, and had brought himself off to that peak at least a quarter
of the time, but never had his orgasm been that powerful.
  Joey showed Brett around the camp and introduced him to some of his
friends and the two boys finally headed back to Joey's teepee for something
cold to drink.  Asking if the boys minded staying around the teepee for a
while they took in a bit of the midway, the boys assured Joey's parents
that it was no problem.  Taking two sodas out of the cooler, Joey handed
one to Brett and the two boys lay down on the furs on the floor.  As he
looked about the teepee in curiosity and delight, Brett wondered if his
parents would make him one in the back yard to play in.  Hearing visitors
outside, Joey got up and tied the flap shut so they would not be disturbed.
He raised the can of Pepsi to his mouth.
  "I can still smell your dick on my fingers," he observed with a grin.
  Brett raised his fingers to his nose and found likewise.  He'd smelled
his dick on his fingers before, especially when he'd put his hands under
his head before dozing off after playing with himself before he went to
sleep.  Joey's dick he noticed smelled different from his, and, in fact,
Joey had a different smell, a smell which reminded him of bacon for some
reason.  Years later Benny would explain that it was probably because of
Joey's different chemistry resulting in a different odour of sweat, and
because of the wood smoke from the open fire in the middle of the teepee
which they used for their cooking while at the village.
  "Was I really the first boy to play with your dick?" Joey asked.
  "Yeah."
  "Me and my brothers jerk each other off sometimes, and my cousins if they
stay over night.  It was one of my older cousins who first learned me about
jerking off."
  "Yeah?  Cool."  Brett had never heard the phrase before, but jerking off
was a logical name considering how it made a guy jerk at the end.  He
thought about his twin brother, and his two younger brothers, and the
thought of them playing with each other's dicks caused his dick to twitch
in his pants.  He'd love to mess around with them, and have them mess
around with him, but they'd all been told that playing with yourself was
wrong, by their parents, by other adults who had caught them, and even by
their classmates who teased anyone found fiddling with himself.  What he
and Joey had done in the porta potties had been the most wonderful feeling
he'd ever felt, but Brett wasn't sure he wanted to admit to Brent that he'd
engaged in such a dirty act with another boy, let alone that he did it to
himself.
  "We do other stuff too."
  "Other stuff?"
  "Yeah."
  "Like?" Brett asked with genuine curiosity.
  "Like give each other blow jobs," Joey said, looking across at Brett with
his deep brown eyes and a sexy leer
  Brett had heard about blow jobs on the school playground and at the video
arcade at the mall, but he'd thought just girls did that to boys.  He'd
never considered that one boy could do that to another.  He felt a shiver
run down his spine with the idea of putting someone's penis in his mouth
and having someone suck on his.  The idea was so erotically hot he suddenly
became vividly aware of his limp dick curled up in his pants.  On the other
hand, the idea was repulsive.  Putting someone's dirty pee-er in your mouth
had to taste terrible, and it had to be bad, if not a sin then at least
something you'd be grounded for for at least a month with no tv or
anything.  Although daring and mischievous, Brett was basically a good boy
who obeyed his parents and agreed with their beliefs and the teaching of
their church, which they attended regularly every Sunday.  The idea was,
however, also intriguing, and as he thought of the possibility of him and
Joey sucking each other's dick his dick began to bulge out his pants as if
eager to try it.
  "You've heard about blow jobs haven't you?"
  "Yeah.  Of course."
  "So. Wanna try it?"
  Brett was curious, and his partially swollen dick was starting to demand
attention, but still, it had to taste terrible, and if playing with
yourself was something bad, sucking dick had to be something even worse.
  "You've really done it?"
  "Sure.  It's freaking awesome.  Even better that jerking each other off."
  Better than jerking each other off?  How could any normal red-blooded
Canadian boy resist with an endorsement like that?  "Well, sure, I'll try
it," Brett replied with a shrug and a grin.  Joey had certainly not been
wrong about the pleasure of jerking each other off, and if this was even
better he had to try it!
  Joey unbuckled his belt and unclasping the clasp and pulling down his
fly, he pushed down his worn, faded jeans, and then his white jockey
briefs.  Brett similarly pushed down his jeans and slipping his fingers
under the elastic band of his blue Fruit of the Loom briefs, he pushed them
down his slender legs.  Once again Brett felt the combined feelings of
guilt and excitement, knowing what they were about to do was top secret and
taboo.  Turning around and laying on his back in the opposite direction,
Joey propped himself up on his left elbow and bent over Brett's crotch.
Brett inhaled deeply with excitement and nervousness as he felt Joey's hot
breath against his dick and balls, and he propped himself up and watched as
Joey picked his semierect cock up with his lips and slipped his mouth over
his organ.  The physical stimulation of having a hot, moist mouth engulfing
his penis, and the erotic idea of a boy putting his cock in his mouth,
resulted in Brett getting an erection in record time.
  Although the idea of putting a guy's dick in his mouth was still
repulsive, Brett could not resist.  Laying on his back and twisting around
so he was propped up on his left arm as Joey had done, Brett leaned
forward.  He slowly parted his lips as he looked at the limp, reddish-brown
sausage hanging down over Joey's smooth, hairless balls.  He was about to
put a boy's cock in his mouth.  He inhaled deeply and the enticing
fragrance of Joey's cock and balls, a musky, woodsy aroma, overcame the
last vestiges of doubt.  He picked up the slender, limp dick of his new
friend with his lips and worked it into his mouth.  It did not taste bad.
On the contrary, it tasted delicious, and the thought that they each had
the other's dick in his mouth was wicked!  Joey evidently was thinking the
same thing as Brett felt his cock swell and become hard in his mouth.
  Being the one with experience, Joey began to suck gently on Brett's stiff
dick as he began to slip his lips up and down the length of the
three-and-a-half inch organ.  This was not something new to the boy, and he
knew the pleasure that his mouth was giving his new friend.  He ran his
tongue over the stiff woodie, and allowed his saliva to collect in his
mouth and baste the slender sausage and pick up its flavour before
swallowing it.  He quivered as he felt Brett following suit.  He loved how
it felt getting his cock sucked off, and he delighted just as much in
bringing that pleasure to his brothers and his cousins, and now for the
first time, a white boy.
  Brett sucked eagerly on the slender, reddish-brown cock in his mouth, and
he slipped his lips up and down it, knowing that he was bringing Joey the
same pleasure as he was feeling between his legs.  That he was enjoying
getting his cock sucked was evident from the throbbing of his little
eleven-year-old cocklet, and from the way he was sucking and working his
lips up and down Joey's dick.  Brett ran his tongue around the stiffie in
his mouth, knowing that the stimulation by his tongue was increasing Joey's
pleasure just as having his cocklet twirled in Joey's mouth by his tongue
was increasing his.  He swallowed the meaty dick flavoured saliva that had
collected in his mouth with relish, his mouth being so full his spittle
dribbled out from the corners of his mouth and over his chin.
  His stiff dick throbbed hotly and the knob tingled and burned with
arousal as Joey sucked on it and slipped his smooth, moist lips over the
knob and up and down the shaft.  He could feel Joey's bone throbbing hotly
between his own lips, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the dual pleasure
of being blown and of giving a blow job.  It was different from jerking
off, or jerking each other off, and as he revelled in the new and erotic
sensation he knew he had to introduce this pleasure to his brothers and his
best friends.  He sucked on Joey's wiener and massaged it with his lips as
he felt the familiar pressure beginning to build deep in his groin.
  Before long both boys were trembling and jerking once again with their
dry orgasms.  They grasped each other's hips and continued to suck on each
other's throbbing, burning organ as wave after wave of orgasm rippled
through the blood-engorged flesh and caused their bodies to tremble in
ecstasy.  Their jeans and underwear wrapped about their ankles, the two
eleven-year-old boys twisted and snorted and trembled with ecstasy on the
bearskin rug, oblivious to the tourists milling around outside.  Brett
could not think of ever having an afternoon as wonderful as the one he'd
just spent.
  "No wonder you had such a big grin on your face when we came to get you,"
observed Barry.
  "Looks like you've enjoyed hearing about it," Brett observed with a
smile, reaching over and placing his hot, young hand on the swelling in his
father's trousers.
  "I'd say we all did," Barry replied, looking at his sons and the bulges
in their shorts.
  "Then I guess we should do something," began Brett with his father and
brothers joining him in finishing, "since we all got boners."
  Brett, who had been sitting on the floor during the telling of his story,
reached up and taking the tab of his father's fly, pulled it down and then
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top of his shorts.  Raising his
backside off the sofa, Barry let his teenage son pull down his Bermuda
shorts and his Stanfield underwear.  Bobby, who had been sitting on the
floor beside his older brother, wasted no time pulling off his shorts and
his grey striped Marky Mark boxer briefs to reveal his erection standing up
out of his thick blond bush.  Barry, meanwhile, had turned to Benny, who
had been sitting on the sofa beside him, and soon had his fourteen-year-old
son's shorts and Navy blue polyester cotton briefs about his ankles.
Brent, who had been sitting beside his kid brother on the floor, completed
the circle.  Pulling off his kid brother's shorts and blue Fruit of the
Loom briefs, he pushed down his own shorts and his tight black Calvin
Klein's and kicking them off, swung his hips up onto the sofa.
  Benny eagerly reached for his older brother's erect cock, and grasping it
by the base, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick it from the base to
the tip, delighting in the saltiness of his brother's sweaty cock and the
fragrance of his musky balls.  At the same time he delighted in feeling his
father's hot, moist mouth engulf his cock, and although he was now almost
five-and-a- half inches, his father slipped his lips right down to the base
of his son's cock.  Brett, as much as he loved sucking cock and as much as
he loved his dad, could hardly do the same with his nine-inch tower.
Instead he grasped the thick tube of meat at the base and licked the shaft
like it was a lollipop, much to his father's delight, while his kid brother
slipped his lips over the knob of his cock and began to suck on it.  The
twelve-year-old quivered with delight as he felt the long, blond locks of
his brother fall over his thighs and felt his hot breath blowing against
his groin.  Brent sucked in his kid brother's balls and rolled them in his
mouth.
  And so the five of them sucked and were sucked, licked and were licked.
Each worked his lips up and down the solid shaft of cock meat as he sucked
on it, Brent slipping his all the way down to his kid brother's hairless
pubes and Barry slipping his all the way down to Benny's dark brown bush,
Bobby and Benny being able to easily take in three-quarters of their older
brother's dicks, and Brett going down the first five inches of his father's
thick cock.  Each member of the daisy chain sucked and was sucked, and each
enjoyed the one as much as the other.  They sucked and licked and worked
their lips up and down each other's tube steak hungrily and openly, and the
room was filled with slurping sounds of four hot, horny boys and their
father sucking cock.
  Having been turned on by Brett's story, and all being experienced cock
suckers, it was not long before all five Brewsters were squirming and
inhaling and exhaling deeply as they felt their orgasm's approaching.
Barry was the first to come, and he groaned a warning as his thick cock
throbbed out its marrow.  Brett was no novice and he easily began to
swallow his father's hot, slimy seed, at the same time quivering with his
own climax.  Although he was only twelve, Bobby was well aware of the signs
and was prepared for his brother's first shot, and he eagerly drank down
his brother's hot, juicy teen cum.
  At the same time, Bobby closed his eyes and trembled as the first wave of
his dry orgasm rippled through his body, and jerked violently as wave after
wave of ecstasy shot through his groin.  Sucking hard on his kid brother's
throbbing cocklet, Brent tensed as he reached his own climax, his young
nuts constricting and shooting out shot after shot of hot teen cum into his
younger brother's mouth.  Benny drank his older brother's cum just as
eagerly as the others were swallowing the cum shooting into their mouths,
and the fourteen-year-old trembled as he felt his cum race up his cock and
shoot into his father's mouth.  Barry allowed his son's cum to collect in
his mouth, and he savoured the saltiness and tartness of the thick cream
before swallowing it.
  After their initial, rapid burst, each of the Brewsters continued to suck
on the cocks in their mouths, and each tightened his lips as far down on
the cock he was sucking as he could and drew his lips up, squeezing out the
viscous cream remaining up the core of the still stiff tube steaks.  Brent
did likewise even though his kid brother had no boy cream to offer, knowing
that even though he could not come it felt awesome after a climax to have
one's cock sucked for a few minutes longer.  Each of them felt the same
way, and each lay there, on the floor and on the sofa, bobbing his head up
and down and drawing out the remaining tart cream of the cock in his mouth,
while at the same time feeling the remnants of his own load being sucked
out of the core of his cock.
  One by one each finally slipped his lips off the cock he was sucking and
lay there in blissful silence, enjoying the warm flush that followed sex as
their cocks slowly became limp once again.  Brent savoured the taste of his
kid brother's cock still assaulting his tastebuds while each of the others
savoured the nutty taste of fresh cum still clinging to their teeth and the
inside of their mouths.  The five lay there on the floor or the sofa,
looking out through the patio doors at the brilliant sunset and relishing
the moment.
  "They got awesome sunsets down here," Bobby finally observed.
  "Man yeah," agreed Benny.  "I've never seen the sky get so red."
  "Red at night, sailor's delight," observed Barry.
  "What does that mean?"
  "Means if there is a bright sunset the weather will be good for sailing
the next day."
  "Well, don't know about red at night, but I'm feeling plenty delightful
right now," observed Brett.
  "Mmmm," agreed his father, and so did Brett's brothers.  Barry looked at
his four sons sprawled out around him in their socks and short-sleeved
shirts, except for Benny, who like himself, still had his shorts and
underwear tangled about his ankles.  "So," he began, "I assume it was Brett
who introduced the rest of you to the joys of jerking and sucking after
that?"
  "Heck no," responded Brent.  "I learned that on my own.  On the same day
actually."
  "Oh?" asked Barry, surprised Brent had not learned about the joy of
boy-boy sex from his twin brother and curious to find out how the boy had
made the discovery.
  "After we left Brett at the Indian Village, you remember what we did?"
  Barry thought for a moment.  "You wanted to go watch the rodeo for a
while, and Benny wanted to go for rides on t