Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2001 15:24:03
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Yom Kippur" (b/b, t/t, t/b, m/b, m/t)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old twins, who in joining a friend
as a demonstration of their tolerance and desire to better understand
others (okay and to have an evening of hot sex), celebrate a solemn and
sacred religious holiday and have an uplifting, spiritual experience in
which they save a city and set into motion events that will have far
reaching implications on heaven and earth.  This story is posted at free
gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only.  Permission is not
given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here.  This
is the twenty-eighth story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths
series.  If you've been practising unprotected sex, the boys would like to
remind you that you have a lot of forgiving to do this Yom Kippur.
Comments and future story suggestions and blatant gifts of atonement can be
sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

               THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE YOM KIPPUR

     "What are you boys up to?" Barry asked as he poked his head in the
door to his sons' bedroom.
     "Reading," responded Brett, looking up at his dad.
     The four brothers were laying on the floor in a circle around a thick,
rather ancient looking book.  Barry smiled.  Other parents complained about
their children having no interest in reading and spending all their time
playing computer games or watching television.  He could not say that about
any of his four boys, and he was sure in time he'd be saying the same about
the triplets.  Sure, like any other youngsters, they enjoyed their Play
Station 2, but they used the computer just as much for homework research
and to communicate with their cousins and friends, which he noticed proudly
were becoming worldwide.  Their past holiday to Canada for example had
added several more names to their address book.
     All four boys were good academic students and had passed their last
school year with honours. That did not mean they were wimps that spent all
their time studying.  The twins were dedicated and skilled basketball
players and Brent had recently indicated an interest in figure skating
besides.  Benny had a particular penchant for handball and soccer, "the
second and third best ways to work up a sweat" he claimed.  Barry was
tempted to ask the best way, but knowing Benny, he decided discretion was
better than satisfying his curiosity.  Bobby had not shown a preference for
any particular sport but the sprite youngster excelled at track and field
and loved baseball.  Having inherited their mother's small bones and
slenderness, what the boys lacked in muscle they made up for in agility,
speed and endurance.
     Besides being academic and athletic, the boys were also interested in
the fine arts, Bobby having become interested in drawing and singing, Brett
having started trumpet lessons and having joined the high school band, and
Brent having taken an interest in something the boys called gothic music.
Benny always had been dramatically inclined, and besides being in the
junior high drama club had recently joined the chess club down at the YMCA,
the new building and grounds having become the boys' second home.  His sons
were very well rounded.
     "Well, I won't disturb you," he said.  "You were just so quiet your
mom and I were worried you might be sick."
     Quiet was one thing the boys were normally not.  As Barry closed the
door, he thought about their recent summer vacation and a twinge of desire
passed through his loins.  His boys were typical boys, full of fun, full of
energy, and very sexual.  That was one aspect of their children that many
dads were unaware of, and many purposefully avoided thinking about.  Barry
had never been one of those dads, nor had he been one of those adults who
disavowed that teens and even preteens have sexual feelings.  He remembered
what his life had been like as a boy, and the desires he'd had, which
probably accounted for his liberal attitudes and his wild fantasies.  Some
of those fantasies had been realized last month thanks to his sons, and a
number of new ones had arisen, also thanks to his sons.  With the triplets
fast asleep and his boys busy, he slipped up behind his wife, who had just
taken fresh bread out of the oven, and whispered in her ear.  With a
girlish giggle and a pleased smile, she headed to the bedroom with her
husband.  After seven children and all these years he still found her
irresistible, and she loved it.
     "Hey, here's one," announced Benny, unaware what his parents were
doing.
     "What is it?"
     "Causing a big boil in the crack of one's arse."

"What's a boil?" asked Bobby.
     "A big painful swelling of pus."
     "Ewwww."
     "Here's one on giving one warts."
     "Wish there was one for giving a guy a foreskin," said Benny.
     "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed, thinking of the teasing Julius
Rosenberg, one of Jerry Goldstein's friends, had subjected them to, telling
them that they'd never go to Heaven if they didn't get circumcised, and
that not only was a guy's dick less sensitive and capable of fucking longer
without a skin, but guys without skins were much stronger.
     "Imagine if Julius had his skin grow back.  He'd have to get it cut of
course, and suppose each time he got it cut the faster it grew back!"
     The boys all thought it would be an awesome revenge and they paused to
imagine the sixteen-year-old having to pull out his dick in front of his
rabbi and have the mohel circumcise it every other week.  It was a
hilarious idea, but they also cringed and automatically slipped their hands
to their laps as if to protect their own tools as they thought about it.
As they continued to search the wizard book that the boys had obtained the
Halloween before last when they'd been attacked by four demons from hell,
they absent mindedly began to fiddle with themselves.  Julius had been
hassling them since they'd started school again, and having had as much as
they could take, the four brothers were searching the book for an
appropriate revenge.
     "Hey, here is a cool spell," announced Brent.  "Travelling to the
past."
     "Awesome."
     "I'd like to go back to June 18, 2000," said Benny.
     "Why that day?"
     "That's the day I shot my first load of cum."
     "Oh yeah," his brothers chimed.  Who could forget that day?  The twins
thought back to the first day each had produced sperm for the first time.
     "Find a spell to travel to the future so I can go to the day of my
first ejaculation," Bobby suggested with a bit of dejectedness as he
thumbed through the pages.
     "Hey, your time will come."
     "Yeah, just be patient."
     "Isn't that what you told those two doctors we messed around with the
day the triplets were born?" asked Benny.
     The boys giggled and paused to think back to the experiences they'd
had in the hospital while they'd been waiting to see their mother.
     "All this searching has made me hungry," announced Brett, which was
not a big surprise.  Like his grandfather always said, he and his twin
brother seemed to have a hollow leg.
     "Hey, Mom was baking bread and buns."
     "I'd love a nice hot bun right now," observed Brent.
     "Heard Billy telling you that when you guys went out on Saturday,"
Bobby giggled.
     "Did not."
     "Did too."
     "No way."
     "Did way."
     "But he got one didn't he?" Benny interjected with a twinkle in his
hazel eyes.
     "Yeah," Brent admitted with a shy smile.
     "So you and him really gonna get your tongues pierced?"
     "I dunno.  I hear it's not good for your teeth."  Brent had perfect,
pearly white teeth, just like his brothers, and was not about to do
anything to ruin that.
     "Mom would freak if you did."
     "Billy would like us to get Prince Alberts, but I'm not ready to do
that."
     "That would really freak Mom."
     "Well, it's not like she's liable to ever know.  I don't go flashing
my wiener in front of her."
     "Speaking of wieners, we gonna go get something to eat?"
     "Last one to the kitchen licks ass!"
     The boys scrambled to their feet and shot out of the room.  The
penalty was momentarily forgotten with the sight and smell of the fresh
bread and buns.
     "Mom!  Can we have a bun, or some bread?"
     "Mom?"
     "Dad?"
     Benny checked out the family room, and Brett the living room.  Looking
at each other and shrugging, the boys got out the peanut butter and
strawberry jam, and cut themselves several thick slices of fresh bread
each.
     "Unh wawa wha um eh," commented Bobby, his mouth full and jam
dribbling down his chin.
     "Ay wha?" asked Benny, his cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk's.
     "Unh wawa wha um eh," Bobby repeated.
     "And Dad," added Brent as he slapped jam on another slice of bread.
"They've both disappeared."
     The boys looked at each other, and with eyes widening and grins
spreading across their faces, they grabbed their peanut butter and jam
sandwiches and raced for the master bedroom.  Wanting to be sure they heard
the triplets, now seven months old, Brenda and Barry had decided to leave
the door to their bedroom ajar.  Now four heads, two with fine, straight
blond hair down to the shoulders, the twins having had the curls ironed out
when they'd gotten new cuts for school, and two younger ones with gelled,
dark brown hair, Benny's with gold highlights and Bobby's with purple,
peered through the opening.
     "Jeez," whispered Bobby as he rolled his eyes, "every time we turn
around they're fucking.  Don't they ever get tired of it?"
     "You ever get tired of wanking?" asked Benny.
     "No," the eleven-year-old responded with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
     "Maybe when Mom asked Dad if he wanted a hot bun he thought she meant
hers," observed Brett, and the four boys giggled.
     "Hope Dad's safe don't leak," observed Brent.  "We'd have to add on
another story, or move to a bigger house if they make any more babies."
     The boys thought for a moment, and then looked at Bobby.  "Hey, I
didn't do nothing," he said, knowing the boys were thinking of the time
he'd pricked his dad's safes, resulting in them having three younger
siblings.
     "Dad sure got a hairy ass, don't he?"
     "Mmmm," replied Brent, biting into his slice of bread and then licking
the strawberry jam from his lips as he watched his parents.
     It being a warm September evening, they had not crawled under the
blankets.  From the position of the bed, the boys had a good view, and with
their father having his back to them and with him obscuring their mother's
view, it was not likely they were going to be noticed.  They crouched there
one head above the other, Bobby's at the bottom and Brett's at the top, and
happily munched on their bread and jam as they watched the live
performance.
  As their mother and father began to hump faster, thrusting their naked
bodies at each other, and as they started to moan and grunt, the boys
reached down and squeezed their swollen dicks.
     The next day the four brothers headed over to Jerry Goldstein's house
immediately after school.  For the past two weeks he'd been talking about
Yom Kippur being at the end of the month, and figuring he was hinting he'd
like them to join him, and remembering the awesome time they'd had at
Shavuot, they made the offer.  They did not ask, but they all hoped his
cousin Doniel would be joining him.
     Khane and Hiram Goldstein, Jerry's mother and father, greeted the boys
with affectionate hugs as if they were long lost family.  "It is so nice to
see you boys again," Jerry's father observed.  "Your mother and father, how
are they?"
     "Fine," replied Brett, who usually took on the role of spokesman for
the four.  "They send their regards."
     "So nice of them.  You will do the same for us."
     "Sure."
     "Now, go wash up," said Mrs Goldstein.  "A special Erev Yom Kippur
supper it is that I have prepared for you boys."  Remembering the feast
they'd had at the last special holiday, the boys eagerly headed to the
washroom.  "Remember, wash very well.  Yom Kippur will soon be here."
Glancing at each other, the boys shrugged and followed Jerry.
     "Ah, such good looking boys," she said, grabbing Bobby by the cheeks
and pinching them as they entered the kitchen a short time later.  "Come,
sit."
     The boys bowed their heads as Mister Goldstein blessed the bread and
the meal they were about to eat.  "By many," he observed as he passed
around the challah, the braided white bread, "Erev Yom Kippur, the day
before Yom Kippur, is considered a quasi-festival day.  It is a mitzvah, a
good thing, to eat and drink on Erev Yom Kippur, for it gives us strength
for Yom Kippur."
     "I have prepared for tonight cholent," Mrs Goldstein said, placing a
large crockery pot before her husband and removing the lid.
     "Smells good," observed Brett honestly.
     "It is a lamb stew," Mrs Goldstein observed, "with lots of beans,
potatoes, and rice.  Good for the body and the soul.  The carbohydrates
will help you get through Yom Kippur."
     Get through?  That sounded ominous and the boys glanced at each other,
not sure what she meant by it.
     "And I have boiled an egg for each of you, for protein."
     "Besides this meal, it is also a custom on Erev Yom Kippur to give
increased charity, for charity helps to repeal any evil decrees," explained
Mister Goldstein as he scooped out a small helping of the stew for each of
them.  "It is also customary to visit or call those we have wronged or have
spoken Loshen Hara, evil gossip, for the past year, and to ask their
forgiveness sometime before Yom Kippur.  Sins committed against another
person cannot be atoned for until one has sought forgiveness from the
person one has wronged, whether they be friends, family, or colleagues.
Even though God forgives us for the sin of the Golden Calf, we must seek
forgiveness of persons we have wronged directly.  Our good deeds, charity
and repentance can save us from the penalty we deserve because of our many
sins."
     "Now, the boys, they should eat," interrupted his wife with a smile as
she spooned out a scoop of jelly with grated carrots for each of the boys.
"You would talk their ears off."
     "It is so rare to have gentiles interested in our ways," Hiram
explained with a smile, "I cannot help it.  But you are right Heine.  Eat,
boys.  Soon it will be Yom Kippur."
     "Mom makes jellied carrot salads too," Bobby commented, taking a fork
full.
     "That is not jellied salad," warned Jerry but by then Bobby had popped
it in his mouth.
     "It is Dag Kavush, pickled carp," observed Mrs Goldstein.
     "Carp?" asked Brett.
     "Fish," she responded.
     Bobby looked much like a fish as he sat there with his cheeks puffed
out and his eyes bulging.  The carp fillets which had been simmered in a
spicy fish head stock and then covered with grated carrots and onion rings
and chilled to become a delicate jelly tasted like nothing he'd ever tasted
before, and never wanted to taste again.
     "It is a good idea to eat slowly, and to take small bites," observed
Mister Goldstein.
     There was no problem with that as Bobby's three brothers carefully
picked at the Dag Kavush.  Having expected the same type of feast as they'd
had the last time they were there, the boys were surprised at the simple
meal and small helpings, though the small helpings of pickled carp were a
blessing.  Another surprise was being served lukewarm water with a small
amount of sugar dissolved in it, so as to make them less thirsty during the
fast Jerry's father had said.  The four boys wondered just why they were
going to have to be fast, and what they were to be fast at.  As the boys
slowly chewed their lamb stew and nibbled at their pickled carp, Mister
Goldstein continued to explain the holiday.
     "On Yom Kippur five things are prohibited: eating and drinking,
washing, applying oils or lotions to the skin, having marital relations,
and wearing leather shoes.  Throughout the year, many people spend their
days focussing on almost nothing else besides food, sex, work, superficial
material possessions which are symbolized by leather shoes, and superficial
pleasures which are symbolized by anointing our skin.  We prohibit those
things for twenty-five hours to show ourselves that we are not just
materialistic beings enslaved by our habits.  It is to show that we are
also spiritual beings.
     Angels are completely spiritual beings, whose sole focus is to serve
their Creator.  On Yom Kippur, every Jew becomes like an angel.  Just as
angels stand upright, so too we spend most of Yom Kippur standing in the
synagogue. And just as angels wear white, so too we are accustomed to
wearing white on Yom Kippur.  Many married men wear a kitel, a linen or
cotton robe as a reminder of the day of death and repentance.  Just as
angels do not eat or drink, so too, we do not eat or drink.
     We spend the entire day in God's presence praying, dressed simply,
confessing our past wrongs, and rejoicing in the opportunity to start over.
During the day of Yom Kippur, there are five prayer services, more than any
other day in the Jewish calendar.  Although you will not be joining us at
the synagogue, Jerome, your mother and I expect you to observe those
prayers."
     "Yes Father."
     As Jerome's mother began to clear off the table, his father continued.
"At Yom Kippur it is time to think about the importance of taking
responsibility for your own actions.  Of course we always try to be good
and do good, but when we make mistakes, it is our problem and our
responsibility to fix the mistake. Most of the Yom Kippur service consists
of the "confession" which involves taking responsibility for and admitting
to yourself what you have done during the past year.  The tenth commandment
says you shall not covet anything that belongs to your neighbour.  Yom
Kippur is about appreciating yourself and what you have.  You will remember
these things tomorrow Jerome."
     "Yes Father."
     "Now we must go.  May we all emerge from Yom Kippur with a Teshuvah
Gamura, complete repentance, and merit a year filled with happiness, health
and Yirat Shamayim, fear of Heaven," he said solemnly.  The Brewster boys
glanced at each other.  This sounded like a real fun holiday.
     "I'm glad you offered to come over," said Jerry as his parent's car
pulled away.  "Forgive me," he continued, looking up, "but to stand for
twenty-five hours in the synagogue saying prayers is a very long time."
     "Twenty-five hours?"
     "Yes."
     "I'd go crazy," observed Benny, and the others agreed they would also.
     "It is a drag," observed Jerry, "and my feet start to ache, and my
nose to itch, and then my stomach starts to growl, and the longer it is the
more kvetchy I get."
     "Kvetchy?"
     "Fidgety."
     "So what was that bit about the Golden Calf your father mentioned?"
     "According to the Torah, when Moses came down from the mountain with
the tablets, the people were worshipping a calf made of gold.  He was so
angry he broke the tablets.  He returned to the mountain, and he asked God
to forgive the people, and on Yom Kippur atonement was achieved and Moses
brought the second set of tablets down from Mount Sinai.  So from that day
forward every Yom Kippur carries a special power to cleanse the mistakes of
Jews."
     "So what are we going to do?"
     "Well, I must spend some time in meditation and prayer, but I am sure
it will be all right if I take some breaks.  And you of course are not
Jewish, so you need not."
     "Hey, what else we gonna do?" asked Brett in support.  "Besides, it'll
help the time go faster, and if we help you that should count for something
so you can take longer breaks or something."
     "That's right," agreed Brent.  "What do we do first?"
     "You heard Father.  Yom Kippur is a day of confession, repentance and
prayers for forgiveness of sins committed during the year against the laws
and covenant of God.  It is also the day on which an individual's fate for
the up coming year is believed to be sealed.  It is customary to confess
one's sins out loud so that the confession becomes more real.  Father says
a person must come to the complete understanding that the sins he committed
are wrong and cannot be rationalized away.  There are two forms of
confession, Al cheit and Ashamnu, those sins we have committed because of
what we did, and those sins we committed because of the things we should
have done but did not."
     "We never thought to wear white for tonight," Brent observed, the boys
having worn their school clothes.
     "It is not necessary, though it is customary."
     "Hey, we could dress like they did back in Moses' time," suggested
Bobby.
     "What do you mean?"
     "You know, in robes."
     "How we gonna do that?"
     "You got some white sheets?"
     The boys looked at each other.  "Why not?" observed Brett.  "It might
be fun."
     So the boys trooped off to Jerry's room where they quickly stripped
and with a lot of giggling wrapped themselves up in white sheets.  Although
he tried to be discrete, Jerry's covert glances were obvious, and the four
brothers gave him plenty of opportunity to check them out.
     "So, like these things you confess are things you've done since your
last confession, or what?" asked Benny.
     "Since last Yom Kippur."
     "A whole year!"
     "Yes."
     "Fuck, it will take me more than a night to confess all the things I
did and all the things I was supposed to do but didn't for a whole fuckin'
year!" groaned Bobby.
     "Surely there cannot be that many things," observed Jerry.
     "Well, let's see, last September. . . .  There was putting Mrs
McNight's phone number on the wall in the men's room at the YMCA and saying
if you wanted a good time to phone it, but that wasn't really a bad thing,"
Bobby began, referring to his new grade six teacher.  "She did get some
interesting phone calls.  I heard her telling Mrs. Ferguson about it in the
staff room."
     "What were you doing in the teacher's staff room?"
     "Putting a laxative in the coffee pot," replied Bobby.  "Hey, that
wasn't a bad thing," he continued as he saw the looks his brothers and
Jerry gave him.  "I heard them saying they were working too hard and didn't
have enough breaks.  I was just making sure they had lots of breaks."
     "Which is why you plugged all the urinals at school?"
     "No, I was hoping they'd flood and they'd give us a day off.  All the
kids would have been happy with that so that wasn't bad."
     "What about spiking the punch and stuff on Veteran's Day to get
everyone horny?  Is that something we should be confessing about?"
     "Well, yeah, I guess, but the veterans weren't complaining," Brent
said with a grin.
     "Nor were the cadets and scouts," Benny giggled.
     "I guess I shouldn't have put fat Scott Hurd's phone number up in the
can at the gay stroll end of the park last fall, but he's been such an ass
he deserved it," observed Bobby.  "And I guess we should apologize to a lot
of guys for what happened on Boxing Day, and Martin Luther Day."
     "Don't forget President's Day."
     "Oh yeah.  And I guess we should ask that giant for forgiveness for
some of the stuff we did, but he deserved some of it."
     "Giant?"
     "That's a long story," replied Brett.
     "His dick was sure long," remarked Benny.
     "And he sure the fuck blasted a long way when he came," said Bobby as
he thought about the experience.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his brothers as they thought back.  They shifted
uncomfortably as their dicks began to swell.
     "So married guys can't have sex with their wives on Yom Kippur?" asked
Benny, wondering the same thing as his three brothers.
     "That's right."
     "Can unmarried guys have sex, like maybe with other guys?"
     "No sex at all is allowed during Yom Kippur," observed Jerry.
"Actually, sex with guys in the Jewish faith is considered a sin," he
confessed, the matter having been weighing heavily on his mind and
especially as they approached Yom Kippur.  Thankfully the offer of the
Brewsters to join him had saved him from having to confess that at the
synagogue, or committing further sin by remaining silent.
     "Same with the Anglican faith," observed Benny, the authority on all
things sexual, no matter how remote.  "But not everyone agrees on that."
     "And no eating is allowed," observed Brent, the prohibition causing
the teenage boy just as much distress and from the tone in his voice
clearly hoping he had heard wrong.
     "That is an even worse transgression."
     "Oh maaaaan!  What sort of holiday is this?" asked Benny.
     "It sure isn't like Beltane," observed Brent.
     "Oh yeah, I bet there's a pile of things we did then that we got to
apologize for."
     "We didn't do nothing wrong on Beltane," objected Brent, quick to
defend his newly adopted faith.
     "You really think God was okay with all that sex and stuff in front of
other people?"
     "Well, that is the way things are in nature."
     "What about tying up those skinheads during Shavuot?" interrupted
Bobby.  "We shouldn't have to apologize to them!"
     "And what we made those snobs from Emerson Hill do, and what we did to
Jason and Conrad and James and Danny on Gay Pride Day."
     "Or what we did this summer to the Briggs brothers."
     "Oh maaaaan!  We're gonna be here all night if we gotta," whined
Bobby.
     "That is the idea," observed Jerome.
     "Let's talk about something else," suggested Brent.
     "Fuck yeah," Bobby quickly agreed.
     "If you could travel to the past, where would you like to go?" asked
Brett, thinking of their conversation the previous night.
     "To Ireland, back in the time of the Druids," replied Brent, thinking
of the things he'd been learning from Billy.
     "I'd like to go to Macedonia," Brett observed.
     "Macedonia?"
     "Yeah, to travel with Alexander the Great," he said.  "That would be
exciting."  Having read that Alexander was bisexual and that he and
Hephaestion were gay lovers, and seeing illustrations of him in uniform and
riding a chariot, Brett had spent many delightful evenings and boring
classes at school fantasizing about the warrior and himself.
     "I'd like to go to Egypt back when King Tut ruled," observed Benny.
Meeting a boy god- king would be awesome, and he looked hot in the statues
and masks he'd seen.
  Of course there was nothing to indicate he was gay, but he was a
teenager, so he had to be horny, and Benny had a way with dealing with
horny teenagers.
     "I'd like to have travelled with Charles Darwin on the Beagle,"
replied Bobby, thinking of the great fun he'd have collecting bugs and
other creatures, and being the cabin boy on a ship full of men.
     "Mount Sinai, when Moses came down with the tablets," offered Jerry,
though just going back to the Shavuot night he'd spent with the brothers
had come to his mind also.
     As the boys daydreamed Brent thought of the words he'd read in the
spell book and wished that he'd brought the spell book with him.  The air
around them began to shimmer.  The boys were concentrating so hard they did
not notice immediately, and by the time they did, it had already begun to
clear.  They looked around in bewilderment.
     "Geez, what hath happened?" asked Benny.
     "Wherefor art we?" asked Brent.
     "I say unto thee, brother, it wouldst appear that thou hast cast a
spell upon us," observed Bobby, looking at Brent.
     "Why doth thou speakest so, brother?"
     "Fucked if I know."
     The boys glanced around in wonder at the strange surroundings as they
drew the bed sheets they'd wrapped themselves in closer about themselves.
     "Behold, there appearth to be some buildings thither."
     "Thither?"
     "Over there."
     "Oh.  Yeah."
     "Perchance there wouldst be someone thither who can explain what hath
happened."
     "Fuckin' hope so."
     As the boys headed down the dusty road between narrow fields of grape
vines, they saw two men approaching at an angle along another road which
ran past a grove of date palms and terebinth trees.  Sheep grazed on a hill
in the distance.  Wherever they were, this was not home.  The seven arrived
at the gate to the city at the same time and an elderly, grey-bearded man
sitting in the shade rose to greet them.
     "Welcome, strangers, to the city of Sodom."
     "Sodom?" Jerry and Benny asked wide-eyed, the two boys being well
acquainted with the reputation of the city, though for different reasons.
     "Where is Sodom?" whispered Benny.
     "It was in the valley of Jordon, in the Middle East," whispered Benny.
     "Fuck!" responded Bobby.
     "Wicked," observed Brett.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his twin brother.
     "Was, thou saidest?" asked Bobby.  "Pray thee, what happened to it?"
     "God destroyed it," advised Jerry.  "About four thousand two hundred
years ago."
     Bobby and the twins stared at Jerry as their eyes widened.
     "So, like what year is this?" Bobby asked the elderly man, the
eleven-year-old being the first to recover.
     "Year?" asked the old man.
     "Perchance couldst this be two thousand and two hundred BC or
something?"
     "Behold, if it be so, there wouldst not be a BC or AD.  Jesus would
not yet have been begotten," Jerry whispered.
     "Oh yeah."
     "It is the twenty-eighth year of the reign of King Bera of Sodom,"
observed the old man.  "But, behold now, my lords and young strangers, it
will soon be dark.  Turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and
tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on
your ways."
     "Wash our feet?" asked Benny with a whisper.
     "Geez, they even heard about your feet here," Bobby observed, looking
at Brent.
     "My feet doth not smell," the teenager protested as he glared at his
kid brother.
     "Nay, it is warm this evening," observed one of the adults.  "We will
abide in the street all night."
     "Nay," the old man replied.  "What kind of host wouldst I be if I were
to allow strangers to our city to spend the night in the street?  Come with
me to my home, I pray thee."
     "I think it wouldst be best that we do as he sayth," observed Jerry
knowing what would happen if they did not, and so they made their way to
the man's home, a modest whitewashed house near the centre of the city.
     There the man, who introduced himself as Lot, instructed his wife to
make them cakes on the hearth, and he served the men wine and the five boys
fresh milk, which tasted strange to them being used to pasteurized milk,
while his daughters cut off thick slabs from the calf that they had roasted
on the spit that evening and served it to them.  Shortly after they had
eaten, there was a commotion outside in the street.
     "Where art the men which came in to thee this night?" someone called.
"Bring them out unto us, that we may know them."
     Excusing himself, Lot stepped outside and closed the door, and from
the commotion and the comments, it was clear he was arguing with the men
who had appeared in the night.
     "Lo, what is the problem?" asked Bobby in a whisper.  "If they want to
meet us, what is the big deal?"
     "Yeah, that is really hospitable to want to know us," agreed Brent.
     "Behold, that is not what they mean by know," advised Benny in a low
whisper.
     "What doth they mean pray tell?"
     Drawing his brothers close, the thirteen-year-old expert on all things
sexual whispered even more softly.  One by one their eyes widened, and they
glanced at the door now with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
     "I pray thee, brethren, do not so wickedly," Lot said on the other
side.  "Behold now, I have two daughters which have not known man; let me,
I pray you, bring them out unto you, and do ye to them as is good in your
eyes: only unto these men do nothing; for therefore came they under the
shadow of my roof."  That the boys found most magnanimous of the man, if
somewhat strange.  Glancing over at Lot's two daughters, it was evident to
the five boys from their appearance and personalities why no men had known
them, so they were not surprised when the generous offer was turned down.
     "Stand back," said a voice gruffly.  "This one fellow came in to
sojourn, and he will needs be a judge: now will we deal worse with thee,
than with them."
     As they began to crowd around Lot, the two men whom he had invited
into his home opened the door and drew him inside and barred it.  While one
of the men took Lot and his family aside and talked to them softly, the
boys noticed the other man make some sort of gesture, and the men outside
ceased their noise.  Peeking out through the cracks of the closed shutter,
they saw the men wandering about aimlessly and bumping into each other, as
if blind, and finally seeming to regain their sight, heading home.  As
Lot's wife brought out mats for them to sleep on, Lot slipped out once
again, this time with a worried look on his face.
     "Lo, doth any of thee know what the fuck is going on?" asked Bobby as
the boys lay down to sleep in one of the rooms while the men and Lot's wife
and two daughters stayed up to talk.
     "Yes, what hath happened, brother?" asked Brett, looking at his twin.
     "I must perchance have somehow used the spell in the book to send us
to the past.  While we were thinking where we wouldst like to go, I was
thinking of the words.  I didst not realize I had memorized them."
     "But verily I say unto thee, brother, this is not Egypt, or
Mesopotamia," observed Brett.
     "I guess perchance somehow the spell took a bit of each of our
thoughts, and when they were put together, this was the best place that
fit."
     "It is in the Holy Land, and I was thinking of Mount Sinai," observed
Jerry.
     "And it is sort of like an oasis in the desert, like I was imagining
in Egypt," noted Benny.
     "And there were a bunch of horny men," added Bobby.  The others stared
at him, and each was about to ask him just what he had been thinking at the
time, but decided it best not to.
     "I doth not know what this hath to do with armies or being gay,"
observed Brett who had been thinking of Alexander and his campaigns.
     "Sodom was known for homosexuality, and the tribes were all at war
with each other back in these times," Benny advised, calling upon his
research on the net which one day had lead him to a discussion of sodomy
and the origin of the word.
     "So, doth thou knowst the spell to return us, brother?" Brett asked
hesitantly, suspecting he knew the answer.
     "No."
     "Oh maaaaaaan!  Doth thou mean we are stuck here?" Bobby asked,
wrinkling up his nose.
     "Hey, I doth not want to spend the rest of my life in this place
either," declared Brent as he glanced around at the bare walls and thought
about their entertainment centre and many comforts of home, and especially
about never seeing Billy again.
     "That will not be a problem," advised Jerry.  "Thou shall not be here
that long."
     "No?  Cool," responded Brent brightly though surprised.  "Why not?"
     "Tomorrow morning God is going to destroy the city and everyone in
it."
     The boys looked at each other, their eyes once again growing wide.
"Oh maaaaan!" they chorused.
     Their conversation was interrupted by the return of Lot and they snuck
over to the door to listen.  He dejectedly reported that his married
daughters and sons in law had mocked him, and had not believed it when he
had told them the city was going to be destroyed.  His words having
confirmed what Jerry had just told them, and unable to restrain themselves,
the five boys rushed into the room, to the surprise of the adults.
     "But God said He wouldst spare the city if thou found ten righteous
within it," objected Benny.
     "Verily it is so," responded one of the strangers, immediately
wondering how the boy could have known that.  The boys' strange dress and
foreign accents had already made him suspicious.  "But there art only four,
this man and his family."
     "But there art you two," replied Brett.  "And us," he added a bit more
hesitantly.  He and his brothers were mischievous, and they had done some
things others might find questionable, but he didn't think they'd gone so
far as to be considered unrighteous.  "That doth be eleven."
     "We would hardly count," explained the man.  "And though thou art in
the city now, you five art not of the city."
     "That is picky."
     "That is the way of the Lord."
     "To be picky?" asked Bobby.
     "To be precise, and to be followed," the man replied, shocked by the
young boy's insolence.  "His Word is the law, and not to be questioned."
     "But to destroy everyone just because they art gay?" asked Brett.
     The adults looked at each other and then at the blond-haired teenager
blankly.  "Sodom is not being destroyed because the people are happy," said
the one stranger.
     "Verily it is so," said the other.  "The citizens of Sodom in their
abundance and wealth have become an arrogant, overfed and unconcerned
people.  They doth not help the poor and the needy.  Hospitality extended
to sojourners is an established way in other towns and cities, but the
people of Sodom art inhospitable toward those less fortunate.  That is why
the city is being destroyed."
     "Not because, well, because the men like to, well, know other men,
like they wanted to know thee?" asked Benny.
     "Thou speaketh in a babel of tongues," observed one of the men.  "For
a man to know another is not a grievous sin in the eyes of God.  Verily I
say unto thee, there art seven things detestable to Him, and only seven:
haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that
devises wicked schemes, feet that art quick to rush into evil, a false
witness who pours out lies, and a man who stirs up dissension among
brothers."  Had the boys paid more attention to their bible studies, they
would have recognized the seven sins from Proverbs 6.
     "And the men of Sodom, boys and men alike, did not wish to know us
because of their love for men," added the other.  "It was because having
their way with us would show their dominance and control over us.  Such
acts of rape to show one's authority are committed by heterosexuals as well
as homosexuals."
     "But behold now, it is time for young boys to be in bed," said Lot's
wife, uncomfortable with the conversation, and especially with youngsters.
Despite their protests, she ushered them out of the room.
     "Oh maaaaaaan!" groaned Bobby as he dropped down on the mat.  "Lo, I
asketh thee brothers, what the fuck we gonna do?"
     "Verily, we gotta do something," insisted Jerry.
     "Yeah, I do not wanna die here," agreed Benny.
     "Hearkeneth unto me, for I have an idea," whispered Brett.  The boys
quickly gathered around him and Brett began to explain his plan.
     "Oh maaaaan, I love thee brother," observed Bobby, giving Brett a hug
after hearing his idea.
     "Knew thou wouldst come up with something," commented Brent.
     "Verily it is so," agreed Benny.
     "But behold, we doth not know if it will work," Brett cautioned.
     "Lo, I say unto thee, it must," Jerry observed solemnly.
     Quietly slipping out of the room they had been given to sleep in an
hour later, the five boys tiptoed past the sleeping sisters in the atrium,
Lot's daughters having vacated their room for the strangers.  It being a
warm night, the two men were stretched out on top of the sheets on the
girl's two cots in the tiny room.  While Brent and Brett lay down on either
side of one of the men, Bobby and Jerry lay down on either side of the
other and Benny crouched down at their feet.  As the two men slumbered
peacefully, the boys slowly and carefully untied their sashes and opened
their robes, revealing the muscular and well-proportioned bodies of the two
middle-aged men.  They had removed their headdresses, and their long, thick
hair flowed down over their shoulders.
     Slowly reaching out, Bobby, Jerry and the twins ran their fingers
through the thick, curly mats covering their chests and gently caressed
their nipples.  Benny meanwhile began to massage their naked feet,
caressing the fleshy pads of their soles and gently tugging on their
largest toe much as he tugged on his limp dicklet when he played with
himself.  Being messengers from Heaven, their feet were soft and delicate
compared to the feet of those who trod the dirt roads of the valley and
crossed the hot deserts separating the cities.
     Their nipples were also delicate and their tender buds quickly became
firm.  When the boys gently touched them with their fingertips ripples of
pleasure radiated out from the swollen nips and the sleeping men's
loincloths began to tent out.  After amusing themselves a bit longer, the
five boys quickly slipped off the loose sheets they'd draped about
themselves back in Jerry's room, and silently and carefully untied the
men's loincloths and lay them open.  The two men were well hung, having
long, thick cocks and low-hung balls and hairy groins.  Having assumed the
form of men, the two angels had chosen bodies as men would wish to have.
     Brent gently cupped the sleep-damp nuts of one of the men and Jerry
took the other's while Bobby and Brett each picked up a warm, flaccid dick
and began to gently stroke it and Benny gently caressed the thighs of the
two sleeping men.  The boys ran their fingers through the men's curly hairs
and over their hairy stomachs and they gently fingered their sensitive
belly buttons.  The men gradually continued to swell and the five boys
snuggled up to them and began to rub their smooth, naked bodies against the
muscular, hairy bodies of the two angels.  The men smiled and sighed with
the pleasure as they slowly awoke from their sleep and opened their eyes to
find five naked cherubs snuggled up around them.
     "Lo, what doth thou boys doest?" asked the one as he sat up.
     "Indeed, what manner of play doth this be?" asked the other as he sat
up also.
     "This be not the way of men and boys," the first protested pushing
Brent's hand away from his crotch.
     "For the Lord God hath said that mankind shalt not lie with mankind as
with womankind for it is an abomination."
     "Behold, we art not men.  We art boys," observed Brett.
     "And doth womankind doest such to men?" asked Brent as he lowered his
head and slipped his mouth about the still soft but swelling dick of one of
the men.
     "Or doth they doest thus?" asked Brett as he bent over, his long blond
hair caressing the stomach of the man as he darted his tongue in and out of
his belly button.
     "Or this?" asked Bobby, as he pushed the other man back on his back
and then lay on him and began to slide his naked body against the man's,
his little boy cock sliding along the man's much larger dick, causing both
of them to swell even faster.
     "Or this?" asked Jerry as he bent over and began to suck on the man's
hard teat.
     "Behold, doth any woman doeth thus to a man?" asked Benny as he bent
over and sucked the large toe of one of the men.
     "Verily, they doth not," the two men groaned together.
     "Then lo, I say unto thee, lay back and fuckin' enjoy," said Bobby.
     "But the Lord God hath said it is a sin to spill one's seed."
     "Verily I say unto thee, we won't spill a drop," Benny promised as he
licked his lips.
     "Fuckin' right," agreed Bobby.
     The sight of the naked youth licking his lips and the language of his
younger brother caused a thrill of desire to pass through the two men and
their objection weakened.  Brett and Brent, both now stiff, eased the first
stranger down on his back and straddled him.  Kneeling on the mat with his
legs on either side of the man and reaching behind him, Brent wiggled back
until he felt the man's erection jabbing his young backside.  Grasping the
thick, hot organ, he opened his anus and continued to ease back, slowly
impaling himself on the man's stiff cock.  The man's dickhead was slick
with pre-cum by then and was all the lubricant that the fifteen-year-old
needed.  Brett, straddling the man's chest, reached behind and grasping his
brother's stiff member, similarly eased his body back and impaled himself
on his brother's slender cock, which was also slick with pre-cum.  Pressing
down on the base of his own erection, the teenager offered his own slick
dickhead to the stranger, who readily took it in his mouth.
     Bobby and Jerome had meanwhile turned around and were hungrily licking
and sucking the second man's large nuts and swollen cock while he took
their little cocklets in each hand and began to tug on the stiff organs.
Squatting above his head, Benny slowly lowered himself and the man eagerly
stuck out his tongue and began to rim the thirteen-year-old.  Never in his
life had the messenger from Heaven done such things, but his actions seemed
perfectly natural, and it felt so good the only regret he had was that he
had waited so long, and his companion felt the same way.  The five young
boys had no regrets at all as they squirmed with growing arousal.
     As the men began to succumb to the pleasure of boy love, they could no
longer keep up their deception of being mortal and their true nature was
revealed.  Their large, smokey-coloured, feathery wings became visible and
spread out and quivered with the men's sexual excitement.  A faint nimbus
appeared above their heads and began to glow brighter and brighter as the
men became more and more aroused.  Raphael, the angelic messenger the twins
were pleasuring, eagerly sucked Brett's cock while Brent rhythmically slid
up and down his own.  Having the hot, blond teenager's moist ass
surrounding his fuckpole, and having the boy's twin brother's cock in his
mouth while the boy was being fucked by his brother was the most erotic
experience he'd ever had, as a mortal or as an angel.
     Gabriel, the other messenger, was also experiencing a pleasure like
he'd never had before.  The two eleven-year-olds were sucking on his balls
and licking his stiff, pulsating cock as if they were coated with honey.
The randy youngsters were both stiff and their little cocklets were
pulsating hotly in his fingers even though their pubes were still hairless.
The cock of the one boy's brother, which Gabriel was now eagerly sucking as
though it was a honey stick too, was also throbbing hotly.  Though a bit
more than an inch longer than the two younger boys, it was still an inch
shorter than the cock of an average man.  He had never been a boy lover
before, but after this night that was going to change.
     Having assumed the guise of mortal men, the two angels delighted in
the physical stimulation passing through their mortal flesh.  They began to
perspire in the warm night, and as their sweat dampened their pits and
their swollen testicles, the tiny room became filled with the musky
fragrance of their perspiration.  Their hairy chests rose and fell as they
sucked in the air and they delighted in the throbbing of their hot, firm
members.  As Brent's eager, moist asshole slid down until it had totally
enveloped Raphael's cock and then tightened about it as Brent slid forward,
the angel from Heaven quivered with his approaching climax and sucked
deeply on the young, raw cock in his mouth.  Gabriel similarly sucked on
the dick of the teenager's younger brother with the desire and delight of a
wanton cocksucker while the two preteens ran their hot, moist tongues
around his glans until he wanted to scream with delight.  His feathery
wings quivered and his nimbus pulsated in time with his throbbing cock.
     The four Brewster brothers and Jerry were trembling and gasping with
desire themselves.  Brett happily knelt there straddling the perspiring
messenger and concentrated on the pleasure rippling through his lower torso
as Raphael sucked on his throbbing teenage cock and his twin brother
eagerly humped him.  Ripples of pleasure ran through his dick head and up
his rectum as his brother's cock sunk deep up his hole and then withdrew.
Brent grasped his twin brother and kissed the nape of his neck passionately
as he worked his hips to and fro, driving his cock in and out of his twin
brother while at the same time sliding his butt up and down Raphael's hot,
thick cock.  He had never been fucked by an angel before, and it was, as
far as he was concerned, totally awesome.
     Benny was in awe also.  The thirteen-year-old boy gasped and sighed as
Gabriel's hot mouth worked up and down his young, smooth cock and the angel
sucked on it with such force as he had never been sucked before.  The man
was clearly enjoying himself.  Bobby and Jerry were also trembling as the
angel rapidly pumped his fingers up and down their tiny but stiff cocklets.
The two eleven-year-old boys squirmed as they eagerly ran their tongues
around the turgid knob of the angel, delighting in the unique flavour of
the man's dick.  As the two angels got hotter and hotter and their dicks
began to throb faster and faster, so did their halos.
  A warm, soft light pulsated from their naked bodies in time with their
throbbing cocks and enveloped the five boys, bringing them the feeling of
immense peace.  The seven felt as if they were floating in the air as they
eagerly fucked, sucked and wanked and their cocks ached with a desire known
by all men and boys, mortal and otherwise.
     At last the two men came.  Having assumed physical form, they gasped
and trembled with their orgasm like all mortal men as their nuts
contracted.  Instead of sperm their very essence, just as capable of
creating life, spurted out their aching cocks, Raphael's squirting up
Brent's asshole and Gabriel's erupting from his twitching cock like a
geyser.  To Brent it was like receiving an enema, and as the angel's hot
essence shot deep up into his bowels his rectum felt like it was being
filled with hot steam.  The teenager trembled as he began to shoot his load
up his brother's ass, and although not as hot, it felt just as awesome to
his brother.  Squirt after squirt of his teenage cum shot up his brother's
rectum, and Brent grasped him for support as his head spun in ecstasy.
     As he felt his brother's cum shooting up his rectum, an experience
that was hardly new but always exquisite, Brett also blasted.  The
sixteen-year-old youth trembled as his hot, thick cum squirting out of his
cock with a machine gun rapidity and into Raphael's eagerly sucking mouth.
The angel swallowed the teenager's cum and delighted in the thick texture
and unique flavour, and in the satisfaction of knowing he'd brought the
same exquisite pleasure to the boy as he himself was feeling.  There was no
question about that as Brett grunted and threw his head back in pure joy as
he pumped out his teenage load, and Raphael swallowed his cum with equal
joy.
     Gabriel was similarly savouring the rich cum of the teenage boy
squatting above him, and thirteen-year-old Benny groaned and sighed in
delight as his load shot out of his body.  There was no greater pleasure
then getting off a load, and no matter how often he did it, his joy did not
diminish.  Bobby and Jerry were similarly quivering as the first ripple of
pleasure passed up their cocks from a pit deep in their groins to the
quivering tips of their cocklets.  Wave after wave of pleasure flowed up
their stiff little pricks and they thrust their hips forward and drew back
as their young bodies tried desperately to shoot out cum that was still not
there.  At the same time the sweet essence of the angel pumping wantonly on
their throbbing little cocklets spurted out of his thick-veined, throbbing
cock and fell back down to coat it with rivulets of pure honey.  The two
preteens lapped it up, swiping thick gobs up with their tongues and
savouring the angelic gift before swallowing it.  It had a sweet, airy
taste like nothing either had ever before experienced and seemed to melt in
their mouths like cotton candy.  Several minutes of delightful suspension
passed by before the boys and the two angels returned to earth and the beam
of light which had been suspending them began to fade.
     "Oh maaaaan, that was fuckin' awesome," observed Bobby as he lay back
in exhaustion and delightful bliss, the taste of the angel's essence on his
lips and filling his mouth.
     "Verily that is so," agreed Gabriel and the rest all concurred.
     "Thou couldst say it was heavenly," Brett observed with a twinkle in
his deep blue eyes.
     "Or perchance that it was out of this world," Brent suggested as he
looked down at Raphael dreamily.
     "You art not of this world either," Raphael observed as he looked up
at the bright, flushed face of the fifteen-year-old blond youth who had
just ridden his fuckpole.
     "Lo, we art not," agreed Brett.  "We art from the future."
     "To help the Lord Our God to destroy this wicked place?"
     "No. To stop you from killing everyone."
     "But Sodom in an abomination in the eyes of the Lord.  Behold, the
cries of the people are waxen great before the face of the Lord."
     "Verily what thou sayest is true, but it wouldst be better if we
convince the men and boys of Sodom to change their ways than to destroy the
city and all its citizens," observed Brett.
     "Behold," added Brent in support, "we must show them that raping men
is just going to result in them having more and more enemies, until finally
someone is going to get angry enough to form an army and attack them and
utterly destroy them."
     "It is better to resolve differences by talking and working things out
than by using might and numbers as they doth do now," observed Jerry.
     "But the citizens of Sodom art a sinful people," argued Gabriel.
"They worship the flesh and seek carnal pleasures above all else. They have
deserted and revolted against God, and the Lord God is a jealous God who
does not accept other gods nor rejection graciously."
     "Behold, I say unto thee, last night the men and boys of Sodom showed
contempt for their God Most High by offending against us, His messengers.
They would have raped us as they would rape women had they not been struck
blind," commented Raphael.
     "There can be no greater humiliation to a man than to be raped as a
woman," Gabriel supported.
     "Lo, so we gotta show them a better way of greeting strangers,"
observed Benny.
     "It is too late.  The mind of the Lord is made up, and His Will will
be.  We must destroy this wicked city."
     "If we couldst bring thee even greater pleasure than we just brought
thee, wouldst thou reconsider?" asked Brett.
     "If we brought thee even greater pleasure than any woman could ever
bring thee?" added Brent in support.
     The two messengers from Heaven looked at each other.  Other than the
prohibition that one would not lay with mankind as he would womankind,
there was no prohibition against men laying with boys, and besides what
they had done was not what any woman would ever do or allow being done to
her, as the boys had already pointed out so well.  The thought of knowing
these boys again was enough to at least make them consider abandoning their
mission for God, as fearful as His anger would be.
     As they thought about it, they concluded they had nothing to worry
about.  There was no way the boys would be able to bring them pleasure
greater than they had just brought them, and certainly no boy could bring a
man as much pleasure as a woman could.  Besides, although they could not
deny the delight they had just experienced, they were both confirmed
heterosexuals, and until this very night had never had sex with a member of
their own kind.  This would be their only chance to savour such delight,
for they had no intention of changing their orientation, and from their
first experience, they were not adverse to experiencing the pleasure a
second time.  The two men glanced at each other and then looking back at
the boys, nodded in agreement.  They would have their delight in the young
boys, and be able to keep their commitment to their Lord at the same time.
     Laying down between the two men in the reverse direction, Benny
presented his smooth, tender ass to the one and his young nads to the
other.  He squirmed as he felt the baby-smooth cheeks of the man behind him
brush against his naked butt and the man's hot, moist tongue slip up his
crack.  At the same time he felt the thick beard of the other brush against
his smooth belly and the man's hot breath against his nuts and limp dick.
Neither pleasure could a man get from a woman.  Being shorter than the two
men, Benny found himself in the perfect position to worm his tongue in the
man's belly button.  That no woman had ever done to the angel.
     Waiting for a minute while Gabriel nuzzled Benny's young genitals and
inhaled the musky fragrance of the randy young teen, Brent then distracted
him by gently kissing the nape of his neck.  As Gabriel turned, the hot
fifteen-year-old planted a soft, tender kiss on his lips.  The teenager's
lips were as honey to the man, and he eagerly returned the kiss, and then
another.  Brent slipped his tongue inside the man's mouth and slid it along
his own, his saliva flowing into the man's mouth until he had to swallow.
Brett had meanwhile slipped down to Gabriel's feet and run his tongue along
the tender soles from the heel to the fleshy pad below the toes.  He now
wormed his tongue between each of his toes, and brushed his tender lips
against them, causing the angel to curl his toes in ecstasy.
      Similarly Bobby had interrupted Raphael's rimming with a kiss, his
rosy lips being softer and more tender than any lips the man's had ever
touched before.  Bobby found the man's smooth cheeks and angelic appearance
particularly arousing and his little dicklet began to rise.  Of course the
boy, a week away from his twelfth birthday, sprang to attention at the
slightest thought of anything sexual, and he found something sexual in
almost every thought.  Copying Brett, Jerry began on the man's feet, taking
his smallest toe in his mouth and sucking on it like a little teat, and
then progressing to the next one.  To the eleven-year-old boy's surprise,
sucking on a man's feet was just as erotic, and just as pleasing, as
sucking on his cock.
     Brent and Bobby continued downward, lightly pressing their tender lips
against the nape of the men's necks, kissing their hairy armpits, and
skimming across their hairy chests.  They fastened their lips about the
men's teats and sucked on them and licked them as they massaged the men,
much as the two men had massaged their wives and concubines and sucked on
their tits in the past.  Brett and Jerry continued up the men's shins and
on to the inside of their sensitive thighs.  The two men quivered with
arousal and their cocks began to swell faster as they felt the smooth
cheeks of the two boys brushing against their hairy thighs, and as they
felt the boys' hot, moist tongues licking them.  Benny rolled over and
began to lick and prod Raphael's navel as the man eagerly slipped his lips
over the boy's slender and now rigid dicklet and began to suck, and Gabriel
darted his tongue against the boy's dank pucker just as Raphael had been
doing.
     The four boys met in the middle and as Brent and Brett slipped down
and began to rim the hairy butts of the two messengers from Heaven, Bobby
and Jerry began to suck on their low-hung balls and to lick the sensitive
underside of their thighs.  By this time the two men were erect and
dripping pre-cum, and they groaned and attacked Benny's butthole and
dicklet passionately as the four boys attacked them with their tongues.
Brent's and Brett's tongues darted at their buttholes like little vipers
while Bobby ran his tongue up the thickly veined shaft of Gabriel and Jerry
ran his up the milk-white and more delicate looking member of Raphael.  The
two boys deliberately avoiding licking the men's sensitive knobs, causing
them to squirm and their stomachs to heave as more pre-cum oozed from their
cut dicks.  The two boys finally ran their tongues up the turgid knobs and
lapped up the sweet essence of the two angels, causing them to tremble and
causing even more of the spiritual pre-cum to ooze out of their aching
cocks.
     Benny squirmed uncontrollably as Raphael sucked on his young dick and
Gabriel wormed his tongue up his butthole.  Jerry and Benny's three
brothers were just as hot and sporting erections also as they attacked the
men and were in turn attacked by them.  The boys rubbed their stiff
boyhoods against the bodies of the two men, and Brett and Bobby even dared
to rub the tips of their cocks against the spittle slick holes of the two
angels.  By this time the two men were gasping and writhing on the matts as
they approached their climaxes, but just as they were about to come, Brent
and Jerry grasped their throbbing cocks below the knobs as if strangling
two boas, effectively cutting off the desire to shoot their loads, and
Brett and Bobby ceased their attack on their buttholes at the same time.
     The five boys waited a couple minutes, and then Benny twisted around
and lay on his back between the two men.  They immediately kissed the young
boy's face as their hands sought out his genitals, Raphael wrapping his
fingers about the boy's stiff member and Gabriel cupping his balls.  They
fiddled with the thirteen-year-old boy's genitals as they kissed his
fluttering eyelids, his smooth beardless cheeks, and his tender lips.
Brent's long, blond hair swept over Gabriel's groin as the horny
fifteen-year-old boy bent over and kissed the man's knob, and Raphael
quivered as he felt the fine, soft hair of Brent's twin sweep over his
thighs and the boy's hot mouth slip over his nuts.  Bobby nuzzled Gabriel's
cheeks and began to lick his crack while Jerry ran his tongue over
Raphael's butthole.
     Young Benny's tender kisses were like nothing the two men had ever
before experienced, and as they fondled his slender dick and ran their
fingers across his almost hairless pubes, they recalled eons ago when they
were young and had fiddled with themselves in the dark of night and fear of
the Lord.  They had a momentary cringe as they thought what their Lord God
would say if He looked down upon them now, but it was only momentarily.
Having a young boy pressing his lips against your asshole and sucking on it
as he would suck the juice from an orange, and another sucking on your
aching cock, eager to draw out your seed, it was difficult to think of
anything except the pleasures rippling through your body.  Once again their
feathery wings fluttered and their halos glowed as they approached their
climaxes.
     The Brewster brothers and Jerry were having the time of their lives.
The four brothers delighted in having sex any time, and Jerry was quickly
learning their ways.
  Having sex with an adult was new to the young Jewish boy, but the way he
was making these two men squirm and knowing that they were aching with
desire because of what he and the Brewsters were doing was just as
pleasurable as sex with boys his age had been.  Actually, that he, an
eleven-year-old boy, was giving a man such pleasure gave a totally
different spin on it so it was difficult to compare what he was doing to
what he'd done with his cousin and the Brewster brothers.  Of course the
fact that he was rimming an angel was not lost on the deeply religious and
devout youngster either.
     Nor was it lost on the four Brewster boys.  They were rimming the
assholes and sucking the cocks of two messengers from Heaven.  They were
engaging in sex with two honest to goodness fucking real angels.  They
attended church regularly with their parents, and though they did not
practice their Christianity as fervidly as some others and saw the
hypocrisy of many of the religious bigots in their town, they did believe,
and they did try to be good.  At the moment they were being very good, as
evidenced by the squirming and grunting of the two men they were
pleasuring.  Of course they'd had a lot of practice, and Jerry had learned
from the masters.  They knew the two men were aching to get one off, and
the boys themselves were eager to experience another climax, but once again
they quelled the men's desires and fought back their own.
     By this time the two men were beside themselves.  Having been raised
in a culture where the primary purpose of sex was procreation, and where
for women the act of copulation was a duty, they were accustomed to
satisfying their desires only when they'd became unbearable, and then
completing the task quickly and efficiently.  The idea of delaying their
ejaculations and prolonging their pleasure was akin to lustful thinking and
simply something they did not do.  Now they had delayed their orgasms
twice, and the five strange boys were beginning to arouse them for a third
time.  Never in their lives on earth nor in Heaven had they wanted to have
an orgasm so badly.  At the same time, having enjoyed reaching that peak
twice they wished that it did not have to come to an end this third time.
     To their total disbelief, the two men felt their backsides being
probed.  Brett was slowly inserting his six-inch cock up the spit-slicked
hole of Gabriel while Bobby was penetrating Raphael with his much smaller
but just as hard and hot cocklet.  They were being used as womankind, but
this was not rape.  They found themselves wanting to be penetrated, their
assholes aching and itching to be fucked by the two randy boys.  They
groaned and grunted as they forced open their anuses to accept the two
boys, and they sighed with ecstasy as they felt the boys' hot cocks
entering their bodies.  They were being used as womankind, but they were
not reacting as womankind.  Whereas it was a woman's duty to accept a man,
and only the wanton and the whore found pleasure in the act, this was not
their duty, and unlike their wives and concubines, they were not about to
lie placidly while they were being fucked.
     While Raphael tugged eagerly on Benny's hot, swollen cock, Gabriel wet
down his middle finger with spittle and reaching down between Benny's legs,
he slowly and carefully inserted his finger up the boy's backside.  As he
began to finger fuck the young boy, Benny's stomach heaved as he squirmed
with the ecstasy of being finger fucked by the one man and jerked by the
other and he kissed first one and then the other angel.  Meanwhile Jerry
was bobbing his head up in down as he worked over Raphael's cock and Brent
was eagerly sucking on Gabriel's member as he worked his lips up and down
the man's thick-veined shaft.  Raphael reached down and finding Jerry's
cock he began to wank the young preteen boy, and Gabriel similarly found
Brent's cock and began to wank it.
     Again the warm air wavered as the men quivered and their bodies
glowed.
  A beam of light shone down from Heaven and through the window, basting
the seven in a warm, heavenly glow.  They seemed to float as their groins
grew numb and they seemed to throb in unison, the seven of them becoming
one.  The faint aroma of frankincense wafted through the room as their
bodies pulsated and their cocks throbbed, and the seven shuddered and
climaxed together.  Jerry eagerly swallowed Raphael's sweet essence as the
angel's cock throbbed repeatedly and the man raised his ass off the cot and
cried out in delight.  Gabriel similarly cried out as he shot off his load,
and Brent savoured the strange foamy emission that filled his mouth and
seemed to melt in it.  At the same time he quivered as his own load of cum
erupted out of his body and Gabriel wrapped his fingers around the knob so
that the boy's cum sprayed his hand with the thick teenage cream.
     Brett grasped Gabriel as he plunged forward and began to fill the
man's rectum with his own cum, and Bobby quivered violently and grasped
Raphael as his own body was racked with the ecstasy of his dry orgasm.
Jerry similarly jerked and whimpered as his orgasm rippled through his
little cocklet.  While Raphael grasped the slender dick of the young Jewish
boy tightly, the thicker and longer cock of the young Gentile in his mouth
began to squirt out his stuff.  The randy angel savoured the boy's
delicious juice and allowed it to collect in his mouth so he could delight
in it before swallowing it.  Gabriel had meanwhile brought his dripping
fingers to his lips and was sucking Brent's cream off them.  The spicy
frankincense was replaced the heavy musk of fresh seed and seven men and
boys in rut and the seven inhaled it deeply and with delight.
     "So, hath we done as we said we wouldst?" Brett asked sometime later
as the seven lay there in the dark room.
     "Verily it is so," the two angels admitted
     So, the next morning they went outside, Lot, the two strangers and the
five boys, and the men and boys of Sodom approached them, and would know
them, but Lot raised his hand and spoke to them, saying that they had a
message for the citizens of Sodom.  Expecting Lot, or one of the strangers
to speak, they were surprised when one of the two fine-looking, blond
haired boys draped in an ill-fitting robe that looked more like a linen
sheet, stepped forward.
     "Hearken unto me," he began, "for behold, I speak the truth.  You, the
citizens of Sodom, live in the land of plenty.  Lo, thou doth live in the
land of milk and honey that the Lord thy God promised thine ancestors.
Your cattle and sheep, your pigs and your fowl grow fat.  Your fields
ripple with abundant grain, your branches art heavy with figs and grapes of
the vine.  But behold, instead of being thankful, thou hath become a greedy
and proud people."
     Hearing a young boy speak such of them angered the men and boys of
Sodom, and they pressed forward to silence him, and to show him what
happened to youngsters who did not know their place before elders, and to
strangers who dared to speak so.
     "Verily it is so," said the other blond haired boy as he stepped
forward.  "My brother doth speaketh the truth.  With such bounty as thou
doth have, thou art in an envious position."  That caused the men to stop,
for such a position they delighted being in.  "Instead of treating
strangers with violence and driving them away, thou shouldst welcome them
with wide arms, and offer to them the abundance of your land."  The men
immediately began to object and to speak of the folly of the young.  "Not
for free," shouted Brent above their noise, "but in return for those things
that thou doth not have, for spices and incense, for silks and sweet meats
from far off lands.  Sodom could become a major trade centre, and each of
you could double your possessions and become twice as rich as thou art now.
Nay, even threefold as rich you could become."
     As the men considered Brent's words, Benny stepped forward and
continued.  "Humiliating strangers by treating them as women will only
anger them, and they shalt go away with a sour taste in their mouths, and a
desire for revenge in their hearts.
  And lo they shalt find others that thou hast abused, and they will join
together, and they will attack and take away what thou hast, just as
Chedorlaomer king of Elam, and Amraphel king of Shinar, and Arloch king of
Ellasar, and Tidal king of nations made war with thy king Bera and took all
the goods of Sodom, and all thy victuals, and thy men and women not that
long ago.  Better it is if thou wouldst treat men with love than with
hate."
     The men stared at this youngster who would lecture him, and they saw
his dark brown hair streaked with gold, and wondered what manner of land he
came from that children spoke so to adults, and that were so rich as to use
gold in such a wasteful manner.  Surely he had to come from Heaven.
     While they were still thinking, the youngest of the four brothers
stepped forward.  "Verily I say unto thee, what my brothers hath said is
true and honest.  Thy wealth could increase fourfold if thou wouldst trade
wisely with strangers whom cometh unto thee, and thou couldst strike up
friendships not enemies with the tribes who live around thee.  And," he
added with a twinkle in his eyes, "there is still one more thing that would
endear the people of the land to you, and would cause nations to sing the
praise of the men and boys of Sodom."  The men's pride and ego so touched,
they drew silent and waited for this strange boy to speak further.
     "The Lord God hath said that thou shalt not lie with mankind as with
womankind, but thou art men, and thou hast the needs of men burning in
thine loins, and it is not always possible for womankind to quench those
desires."  Bobby paused for the men to consider his words, and he saw many
were nodding.  "But thy Lord God hath said not about lying with boys."  The
men gaped at him, and several crossed themselves with such a sinful
thought.  "Art not boys just as comely as women, and art not many even more
so?" Bobby continued, and though they would not say so out loud, several
were in agreement with his words. "Art not boys full of love, art they not
the obedient servants of their fathers and their elders?  Art not boys
soft, and warm, and feeling?  Couldst they not provide the pleasures that
women do just as well, and couldst they not quench the fires that burn in
men's loins?"
     The men considered these strange words and stared at the strange youth
with dark brown hair streaked with purple, the colour of kings.  Why should
not a youth who spoke with the wisdom of elders not be a king and marked
with royalty?  Who knew what customs there were in Heaven, from whence this
youth had to have cometh?
     "Verily, what thou hath heard is true," said the last young boy,
stepping up and wrapping an arm about the two boys with strangely coloured
hair.  He was, from his looks, of their own tribe if somewhat strangely
dressed.  If he claimed these two messengers as friends, then he too had to
be specially blessed by the Lord.
     "What thou hast heard the boys say is right and proper," added the two
men in support as they stepped up beside the boys.  Their heavenly presence
the men and boys of Sodom had recognized the previous night in their
attempt to humiliate them, and to show the Lord their God their contempt
and disdain of His ways.  Now they saw that they were being given a second
chance, and they were sore amazed that their vengeful and jealous God whom
they had come to fear and hate would treat them thus.  Surely these strange
four boys were His messengers, and surely they would be foolish not to
listen.  They gazed upon the beauty and innocence of the five boys and saw
that they were good, and they gazed upon the two angels from Heaven and
they saw the peace and delight in their eyes and knew that such looks could
only have come from spending the night in the embrace of the five young
boys.
     "Behold, the Lord God hath offered us salvation and forgiveness for
our sins," one of the elders in the crowd exclaimed.  "Praise be to the
Lord."
     "Praise be to the Lord," shouted several others and the cry was picked
up by still more.
     One of the men, caught up in the excitement, threw off his robe, and
grabbing the boy beside him, his neighbour's son, he embraced him and
kissed him on the lips.
  The boy responded by slipping off his own robe and returning the kiss.
One by one the others turned, men seeking their neighbour's sons, sons
turning to their fathers.  There in the city square men and boys disrobed
each other and began to kiss and caress each other, and the women and girls
knowing the men had left their homes to confront and to know the strangers,
stayed behind barred doors and shuttered windows knowing not what their men
and boys were doing.
     Hesitantly at first but with growing desire the men and boys reached
down and began to fondle those unmentionable parts.  As desire swelled up
in their loins, they became bolder and fathers dropped to their knees and
took their son's stiff dicks in their mouths, and boys bent over to accept
the swollen members of their fathers' friends and their fathers' brothers,
and lo, even their fathers' fathers.  They formed pairs there in the square
and in the streets, and some pairs joined to form foursomes, and some
formed triads, two men and a boy, or two boys and a man.
     Lot returned to his home and came back with jugs of wine and fresh
unleavened bread his wife and daughters had baked that morning, and others
left to return with platters of figs and dates and grapes, with wedges of
cheese and pitchers of goat milk.  There in the square they ate and drank,
and they lay with each other, and they feasted again as they recovered and
then lay another time. So the men and boys of Sodom rejoiced, and the
messengers from Heaven joined in.  To show their appreciation for his
hospitality, the five boys took Lot aside, and showed him delights like
he'd never before imagined.  The elders of the city were awestruck, and
they proclaimed that from henceforth men and boys would be made welcome to
the city, and that the city would become known for its fair trade and its
abundance, and especially for the love between men and boys.  As the sun
began to set, the boys draped themselves in their sheets once again and
helped Lot, pissed out of his mind on wine, to his home where his two
daughters took him in their arms with a strange look in their eyes.  Men
and boys, exhausted and satiated for days to follow, began to return to
their homes and tents.
     "Thou hast achieved a mighty thing this day," observed Raphael as he
and Gabriel joined the boys.  "Whyfor doth thou have such long faces?"
     "Behold, though this day hath pleased us much, we doth not belong
here, and we know not the way home."
     The two angels glanced at each other, and with a simple gesture and in
the blink of an eye, the five boys found themselves back in Jerry's
bedroom.  As they looked about in a daze, there was a knock on the door.
     "Momma has prepared us a late night feast to celebrate the end of Yom
Kippur," Jerry's father announced from the other side of the door.  "Is
anyone in there hungry or thirsty?"  Still in a daze, the five boys stepped
out into the hallway and followed Jerry's father to the kitchen.
     "Well, how was your day?" asked Hiram as he and his wife looked at the
boys curiously and with a moment of concern at their blank looks and dazed
expressions.  Yom Kippur was not the easiest of holidays, especially for
young energetic boys with healthy appetites.
     "Verily I say unto thee, thou wouldst not believe the past twenty-five
hours," replied Brett.
     "Fu-, fu-, fusure it hath been like no other holiday I have ever
celebrated," observed Bobby.
     "Lo, to that I wouldst agree," Brent said in support.
     "Behold, it is so, Father," agreed Jerry.
     Hiram smiled.  For boys to be speaking in such a manner could only be
because they were mocking the Written Word, or because they had become so
immerged in reading about their faith they did not realize they were
beginning to speak just like their ancestors had written.  From their
sincerity, and their past actions, he knew it had to be the latter case.
That meant they had to have spent Yom Kippur in prayer and confession.
"Come, sit," he encouraged them, wondering whose idea it had been to use
the sheets as makeshift white robes.
     Considering the boys' intentions, Jerry's mother did not object to
them using the sheets.  "Come, it is famished that you must be.  Eat," she
encouraged.  Knowing the boys would be hungry, she had prepared the morning
of Erev Yom Kippur several blueberry and cherry cheesecakes and dozens of
apricot and strawberry jam blintzes for this night.  The boys eagerly dug
in, indeed being famished, but not for the reasons Hiram and Khane
Goldstein thought.
     Between the adventure they'd just had, and all the sugar they'd just
consumed, going to sleep was the last thing on the four boys' minds when
they returned home.  Considering how excited the boys were and the reason
they'd had the sleep over, Barry and Brenda agreed they could stay up an
extra hour, especially when Benny asked where the family bible was.  This
associating with the Goldsteins was having a very positive impact on their
boys, not that they'd had any concerns about their boys' morality.  Brenda
was especially able to relax since Bobby had assured her and Barry he'd
changed his mind about becoming a Jew, though his sudden interest in the
Catholic faith was giving her some concern considering her strong Scottish
Presbyterian background.
     "It still says the same thing in here, that two angels saved Lot and
his family and God destroyed Sodom," announced Benny, looking up from the
bible.
     "But we saved everyone," Bobby objected.  "Shouldn't that have changed
things?"
     "You'd think so."
     "I know how we can find out," announced Brett.
     "How?"
     "The Internet!" the four shouted together.  The worldwide web had
become the ultimate authority not just for the boys but for most of the
world.  The boys raced to the computer.
     "Boys!"
     "Sorry," they called as they slowed down to a mad dash.
     A search for the word "Sodom" brought up thousands of entries.
     "It still says that Sodom was destroyed by the Lord because of the
evilness of the people and because the men were homosexuals," Benny
observed in surprise, having found the same site he'd accidentally found
some months earlier.
     "But they weren't homosexuals and they weren't destroyed," observed
Brent.  "Why hasn't the information changed?"
     "Here is an article about some archaeologist," observed Brett,
scanning another web page they'd brought up.  "Some guy by the name of
M.D. Coogan.  It says he was excavating this old city called Numeira, which
could have been Sodom or one of the other cities of that time that was
destroyed.  It says here that this Coogan guy argues that it appears as if
the city was almost totally deserted shortly before its destruction, and
the evacuation was not in a hurry but well planned instead.  Only a very
few remains of the perished people have been found in the ruins, and only
close to the city-walls.  He thinks a small group of people was left back,
so that the city was not totally without defence."
     "Then Sodom was destroyed, but later maybe," observed Bobby.
     The boys continued their search.  "It says here that Sodom and the
other cities in the valley of Jordan were sitting on a major fault, just
like LA is.  It says that it's possible that during a powerful earthquake
the energy in the fault was released and the pressure and temperature in
the salt dome in the valley rose. The captured gas blew away the salt and
plaster cap, spouted out and was ignited in the atmosphere. The explosion
would have flung salt and burning sulphurous oil and bitumen far up in the
air."
     "So, Sodom was destroyed by an earthquake and a volcano after we left
and the people were evacuated."
     "Then we did save them from fire and brimestone!" Benny observed
happily.
     "Guess if they search long enough they'll eventually find out what
really happened way back then," observed Brent.
     As the boys headed back to their room they imagined a future where in
Sunday school they would learn from the revised Bible that five horny boys
from the future had joined two messengers from God to save a city and
introduce to the middle east the joys of man-boy love which would continue
down through the ages and spread around the world.  Now verily I say unto
thee, wouldn't that be fucking awesome?