Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 00:50:08 From: Dream Spinner Subject: ST: "The Brewsters Go to Hell, Pt 1/6" (m/b, m/t, t/b, t/t, incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one twelve-year-old, one fourteen- year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, who are trapped by five old enemies and find themselves about to be tortured and ravished, but who make a bargain with Satan that if they can perform four tasks of his choosing, they can obtain their freedom, among other things, and if they don't, they will become boy toys for him and his followers. 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-third story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths series. If your sons or nephews like scarey bedtime stories, or if you are looking for a Sunday School story about the conflict between good and evil, the author highly recommends this one, but be prepared to handle what is sure to come up. The boys would like to remind their faithful readers that you are playing with fire if you have unprotected sex with strangers, and the tortures of hell are nothing compared to having an STD, so wear a condom. Comments and currency can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Since if the boys do not succeed in their tasks there can be no further Brewster adventures, it would be best if you hold any future story suggestions until we know the outcome of this story. THE BREWSTERS GO TO HELL OR SATAN MEETS THE BREWSTERS (A Scarey Bedtime Story or An Uplifting Moral Story in six parts) PART 1: CHEESE BALLS AND OPENING OF THE EARTH "So, we got everything we need?" asked Brent as he glanced over the assortment of objects on the floor of the boys' bedroom. "Cheese, spices, bowl, spoon. I think so," said his twin, sixteen-year-old Brett. "Cookbook." "Oh fuck," said Bobby. "I'll go get it." Bounding to his feet, the twelve-year-old dashed off for the kitchen. "Bring some shortbread while you're at it," called Brent. "I don't remember the lady saying we needed shortbread." "We don't. I just thought we might like something to snack on while we're getting everything ready." "Hey, good idea." Bobby returned a few minutes later and the four boys reached for a cookie as they gathered around the dishtowel they'd spread out on the floor. "Okay, it says we need to shred one and a half pounds of mild cheddar cheese and alternate it with a shredded eight ounce package of cream cheese." "Cheddar cheese, check." "Cream cheese, check." "Where's the shredder?" "Oh fuck," said Bobby, getting to his feet. "We need anything else? I'm not making another trip." "How about some sodas?" suggested Benny. "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed. Bobby headed off to the kitchen again and the boys studied the cookbook. "We should get out of our good clothes," Brent suggested. "Mom will have a cow if we get food stains all over them." "Or other stains," said Benny suggestively. The boys had just returned home from their first day of school after the Christmas break and were wearing their new Christmas gifts. The twins had chosen their new tan mohair sweaters from their parents and black slacks they had boughten themselves from money from their grandparents. Brett, of course, was wearing his new turquoise ring, a large stone in an ornate silver setting from Thailand, a present from Cam who, Brett gushed, had told him the color and brightness of the gem matched Brett's sexy eyes. Brent was wearing his new jewelry also, he and Billy having each gotten a pair of barbells with steel beads inserted in the bridge of their nose, and his twin brother having boughten him a new pendant crystal earring. Both had put on the new cologne they had gotten from their kid brothers who had pooled their money to, as Bobby put it, buy them something good instead of some stinky cheap stuff. Bobby and Benny were wearing their burgundy chenille hooded sweaters also from their parents, and new Firefly cargo pants which they'd purchased with the money from their grandparents also. Bobby, having decided to let his hair grow, had it permed for Christmas and his thick brown hair was still curly. Benny had gone with the blond highlights in his dark brown hair, gelled with the new hairstyling gel Bobby had bought him. A half-made rocket model sat on Benny's desk, and Bobby's new baseball cards were scattered on his along with the contents of his new art sketch book. A new CD of trumpet music, a gift from Uncle James to Brett, was playing in the background, and a scented candle, a gift from Uncle James to Brent, was burning on the night table. The boys stripped down to their underwear, the twins having chosen boxer briefs, Brett wearing grey, ribbed Marky Marks and Brent his usual black, cotton knit Calvin Kleins. Benny was wearing Navy blue polyester-cotton briefs with a white waist band, which he figured made him look sexy and which he wore on days they had physical education. Bobby was in his usual tighty-whities, Stanfield regular rise briefs with a double panel fly front and support pouch, just like his dad often wore. They took turns shredding and alternating the two cheeses, and then following the recipe, added the mayonnaise, Worcestershire sauce, onion powder, celery salt, and garlic salt, giving each a couple extra pinches since an eighth of a teaspoon hardly seemed enough. "Now it says we have to knead it." "We wouldn't be making it if we didn't need it," Bobby said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Very funny." "Good thing we kneed it before we made it into balls," observed Benny with a grin. "Ow," his brothers responded and the four broke into giggles. Benny was the first to stick his fingers in the bowl and begin to mix the ingredients, and he was quickly followed by his brothers. Before long they had the mixture thoroughly combined. "Uh, oh," Brent observed as he looked at his fingers. "How we gonna get our underwear off with our fingers all sticky?" The boys thought for a moment. "We could use our teeth," Brett suggested, being the logical and quicker thinker of the four, which is why Santa had left a book of brainteasers in his sock. "Great idea, stand up," Brent instructed, looking at his twin. As Brett got to his feet, Brent shuffled over on his knees, and grabbing the leg of his boxer briefs between his teeth, began to tug on them. His two younger brothers quickly joined in and with a lot of giggling they soon had Brett's underwear down and Brett's dick partially up. They turned next to Benny and began to pull his off in the same way. Suddenly, the door to their bedroom opened, and the four boys looked over in surprise. "Oh, ah, hi, Dad," greeted Brent. "It six o'clock already?" asked Benny. "Ah, no," Barry Brewster replied, trying to make sense of the scene before him. Three of his four boys were on their knees, all of them with their fingers smeared with some sort of pale orange paste, Brett stark naked and the others all in their underwear, and the three on their knees were tugging on Benny's underwear with their teeth. A bowl of something was sitting on the floor, along with assorted spice bottles and a cookbook. "My meeting ended early but it's too late to drive back to the office so I decided to come home." "So, was it a good meeting?" asked Bobby, looking up at his dad as if nothing unusual was going on. "Yes, it was," Barry replied. His youngest son looked so hot in his tight white briefs. You could see the bulge of his boyhood in the pouch and Barry felt a stirring in his own briefs. "So, how was traffic?" asked Benny, his blue briefs half way down over his hips, revealing a smooth, compact butt that caused Barry's dick to begin to swell. "Ah, fine," Barry responded as he struggled trying to keep up a conversation with the erotic thoughts interrupting his conversation. "Too early for rush traffic." "Mom's gone out to a meeting about the new support line for abused kids," Brett said. "She left a note saying she won't be home til six-thirty. She took the triplets with her." "I see," Barry said. His sixteen-year-old son was developing into quite a handsome young man and his flowing blond locks now just past his shoulders added to his good-looks. His muscles were still boyishly smooth and rounded but starting to develop the definition that comes with the mid-teens. Barry could not help but notice that his dick had grown some since the last time he'd seen it. He may have inherited his mother's fine features and beauty, but he clearly had inherited the Brewster propensity for size. "You're just in time to help us," said Bobby. "Ah, just what is it that you boys are doing?" "Having cheese balls for a snack before supper." "Yeah, we got the cheese all ready, and we're just getting the balls," said Brett and the four boys giggled. "I don't think that's what's meant by ," began Barry. "A lady at the Feast of Holy Innocents told us how to make them." "A lady," responded Barry, "at the Feast of Holy Innocents." He tried to imagine the conversation between his boys and some matronly woman at the interfaith function and what might have been said to give them this idea. He decided it best not to ask any further. "Anyway, we got our fingers all yucky," said Bobby, raising his hands incase his father hadn't noticed. "You could pull down our underwear for us." "I ... well . . . ," began Barry, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "You aren't really planning. . . ." "Please," his four sons pleaded, looking up at their father with wide, innocent eyes. "It's going to take us forever using our teeth." "Yeah fu-, fu-, forever," repeated Bobby. Barry looked at one boy and then the other and felt his partially swollen dick twitch as he thought about pulling down the underwear of each of his boys, the feel of their smooth, warm skin, revealing their nakedness. . . . Who could blame him for dwelling on those thoughts for a few moments? Memories of the fun the five of them had had the past summer at Penticton came to his mind. Actually, he and his brothers had once tried something similar to what the boys had in mind with hotdog buns and all the trimmings. It had been innocent, boy fun, and that was what his boys had in mind. Helping them out by pulling down their underwear was not an unusual request. Well, not unusual for his boys. "All right!" his boys cheered as he stepped forward and knelt down on the floor. "Thanks, Dad," Brent said, always quick to show his gratitude and always sincere, even when he was sucking up. "Yeah, way to go, Dad," Brett agreed with a huge grin, eyeing his dad's crotch and having a good idea how he was feeling. "Fuck yeah," agreed Bobby, forgetting himself as he looked at his dad proudly. A lot of dads would have reprimanded them, maybe even grounded them, and certainly would have given them a lecture. Reaching over and slipping his hands under the white elastic band of Benny's briefs, Barry reminded himself to have that word he was going to have with his fourth youngest about his language as he finished drawing down Benny's underwear. The boy was developing a nice thick bush of hairs, and Barry noticed, a nice set of balls. He was a true Brewster, through and through. Bobby promptly stood up next, and Barry could not help noticing with a touch of fatherly ego that his youngest son was wearing the same brand of underwear as he was. As Barry slipped his hands under the elastic band, Bobby placed his hands on his dad's shoulders, and as Barry slid them off his narrow hips and down his slender legs, Bobby stepped out of them, wiggling his little dicklet in his father's face in the process. Glancing at the boy's naked pubes and slender little cocklet, Barry wondered when his fourth youngest was going to get his first pubic hairs and begin producing semen, and he thought back to his eagerness and impatience to be able to do the same as his older brother when he was that age. He suspected Bobby was feeling much the same way, and he empathized with the youngster. He turned to Brent. "Ah, maybe I'd better . . . that is maybe first I should . . . ah, well, you'd better get ready for a surprise, Dad," Brent stumbled, giving his brothers a flustered look for help as his father slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his black Calvin Kleins. "If you'd rather I don't, I understand," Barry said quickly, knowing how self-conscious and easily embarrassed a boy was at that age, especially when it came to sexual matters, and especially when those matters involved a parent. Of all his boys, it came as no surprise to him that Brent would feel that way, being the shyest and quietest and most introspective of the four brothers "Oh it's not that," Brent said quickly. "I think it's really cool that you do stuff with us." "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers. "It's just that Brent has something special in his underwear," Bobby said, his eyes gleaming and the twelve-year-old clearly itching to reveal the secret. "That's what Billy says anyway," Benny teased, and Brett and Bobby giggled as Brent turned several shades of red. Barry looked up at his sixteen-year-old son and Brent nodded for him to proceed. Hesitantly and now with apprehension rather than anticipation as had been the case with his other two sons, Barry slowly drew down Brent's tight boxer briefs, revealing the boy's thick bush of curly blond hair, the long, slender shaft of his dick, and the beginning of his low-hung ball sac. As he continued to pull the boy's black briefs down, he exposed Brent's foreskin encased knob, and the object of his concern, a steel foreskin ring, the other matching gift he and Billy had gotten together. The four boys held their breaths as they looked at their father. "Nice," Barry managed to say, and without thinking, found himself adding, "Billy have one too?" "Oh yeah. Him and me went down ." "I don't need the details," Barry interrupted, just the thought of piercing any part of his body giving him the willies, and especially piercing something as sensitive as his nipples or his penis. In fact ever since he'd caught his son with his shirt off and his ring in one morning while getting ready for school he couldn't think about nipples without his getting an itchy feeling. Realizing he'd cut his son off and that maybe it was something Brent wanted to share, he thought about changing his mind and telling him to continue, but another thought came to mind and interrupted the first. After a pause, he looked up at his son and cleared his throat. The boys prepared themselves, knowing something important was about to be said, at least important in their dad's frame of reference. "You and Billy boyfriends?" "Yeah," Brent admitted, knowing what admitting that meant, which was what his father was really asking in a roundabout way. This wasn't exactly how he and Brett had talked about coming out to their dad, but then and there seemed an appropriate time for him. Barry looked over at his other sixteen-year-old son. "Yeah, Cam and me are too," Brett replied to the unsaid question. He and Brent had talked about how they'd come out together when they came out, and they'd imagined a hundred different ways of doing it. This was not one of them. Barry raised his eyebrow as he looked at his two younger sons. "I don't have like a regular boyfriend," Benny said with a shrug, his voice cracking but the conversation being too serious for his brothers to comment on it for once, "but I like doing stuff with guys, a lot, though sometimes I think about girls too, but not as much." The fourteen-year- old boy spoke the truth. He was at that age where sex was new and wonderful and mysterious, at that age where his body was just beginning to undergo those weird and wonderful changes that all boys suffer through, and he wanted to experience all there was to experience and learn all there was to learn. "I'm multisexual," Bobby announced confidently. "I'll have sex with anyone who wants." "Or anything, at any time," added Benny and he and his brothers giggled as they thought about a recent experience with a snowman. "Well," Barry said, getting to his feet, "this has been quite an afternoon. I'll leave you boys so you can get on with what you were planning on doing." The boys glanced at each other. "Join us," they offered as one. "Well, thanks," Barry replied, very tempted to accept the offer considering the past fun he'd had with his sons, but years of conditioning by society still made him have second thoughts about engaging in sex with his sons despite how much they all enjoyed it. Besides, he was forty- four-and-a-half years old, a bit too old to be doing something as juvenile as the boys had planned. "I don't want to butt in." "We want you to," the boys pleaded. "We especially want your butt," said Benny, causing them all to laugh. "Com'on, Dad. We do want you to join us," assured Brett. "We really do," added Bobby in support, standing and giving his father a big hug. "Ooops," he said in dismay, quickly standing back. "Then I'd better get out of these clothes before we have another accident," Barry responded, looking at the smudge of cheese on his suit. "Sorry." "That's okay. I'll just tell your mom I got it at the lunch meeting I had." Removing the jacket and his tie, one of four his boys had boughten him for Christmas, Barry unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing his broad, hairy chest. He might be forty- four and have a desk job, but he kept himself in good shape, running when the weather allowed and working out in the gym at the Crestview Recreation Centre. Untying and taking off his shoes, he unzipped his suit pants and stepped out of them. Standing there before his boys in just his underwear, white Stanfields like Bobby was wearing, and his socks, another Christmas present, he did not feel the least bit self-conscious, all doubts about what he was doing having been shed with his clothes. As he slowly pushed his underwear down, he was very much aware of his boys admiring his Brewster inheritance. "So who should we do first?" asked Benny. "Let's do Dad's balls first," suggested Bobby. "Oh yeah," agreed his brothers. "Good thing we made lots of this cheese stuff," said Brent as he looked at his father's low-hung balls, and the four brothers giggled. Kneeling down before their dad, the four boys began by wiping their fingers off on his loose nut sac. By the time they were done his balls were already pretty much coated. Dipping their fingertips into the cheese mix, they continued to smear it over his testicles until they had every inch covered. Needless to say with all the attention he was receiving from his boys, and having them running their fingertips gently over his balls, his dick began to rise, as did the boys' dicks. They then turned to Brett, and Barry dropped to his knees as Brett stood and joined in smearing the cheese paste over his oldest son's low-hung nuts. As he dipped his fingers in the cheese ball mix and gently wiped them off on his son's wrinkled sac, he could feel the two nuts inside roll and Brett's dick began to lift up off his balls. Benny wittily thanked him for moving it out of the way for them, causing them all to laugh, and Barry thought of the fun and openness he'd had with his three brothers when he was the age of his boys. As he helped his sons convert Brent's testicles into an orange cheese ball, he could not help but examine his son's foreskin ring up close. The boy's cock was now semierect and standing out from his body at half mast and Barry wondered what it felt like to have a metal ring attached to your prepuce. He also could not help wondering what Brent and Billy did when they were alone and if Brent had a particular preference when they had sex. It felt strange kneeling there smearing the cheese ball on his son's nuts and wondering if he was a top or a bottom. Ever since the summer in Penticton he'd been pretty sure Brent was gay, and possibly Brett too. Considering that his own younger brother was gay, and that he enjoyed sex with men himself, he wondered if the boys had inherited their preference, or if there was something that he'd done in the past to influence the boys. It was a disturbing thought in a way, but one he couldn't focus on at the moment considering what they were doing. Proceeding to Benny, he wondered if the fourteen-year-old would turn out to be bi like himself, or if he was just passing through that stage of sexual curiosity that all boys went through and would actually be straight in his adult life, like his older brother. Either way, he was glad that his third youngest son was having the opportunity to explore sex with his brothers and to bond with them, as he'd bonded with his brothers. He remembered being fourteen and full of piss and vinegar as his father put it. It had been good growing up in Alberta in the seventies. And then there was his fourth youngest, Bobby. Barry smiled as the boy once again put his hands on his shoulders and spread his legs so they could apply the cheese paste to his smooth, hairless nuts. By this time the boy was fully erect, and Barry noticed, close to half an inch longer than he'd been that summer. In that respect he was also all Brewster, but beyond that Bobby defied categorizing. He had his mother's creative ability but not her temperament. He was a ball of energy, always on the move, unable to sit still for even a second, bouncing from one interest to the next and being equally enthused about everything he encountered. Of his four oldest boys, he was the wild card. "Geez, we got lots left," observed Benny as they sat back and admired their work. "Cheese we got lots left?" observed Brett, and his three brothers and father groaned. "We could do cheese wieners," suggested Bobby with a gleam. "Oh yeah, cheese dogs, like at the stadium," agreed Benny. "I dunno," said Brett doubtfully. "Why not?" "If we did Dad's first there'd be no cheese left for the rest of us," he said, glancing over at his father's towering erection impishly, and all five laughed. Dipping their fingers in the cheese paste, the boys happily turned their attention to their father once again. Starting at the base of his towering, nine inch tube, they began to smear the cheese mixture over his thick shaft. The feel of the smooth paste on his dick and having his four sons kneeling and coating his dick with the mixture caused his dick to throb and jerk with arousal. "Geez, Dad, you gotta keep it still," laughed Benny. "Yeah, cheese, Dad," grinned Bobby as he smeared a large glob over his father's glans. Having his four sons smearing the cheese mix over his cock and giggling and laughing in good-natured humor, Barry could not help but begin to leak, resulting in another round of good- natured complaints. "The recipe already has mayonnaise," advised Brett. "You don't gotta add your own, Dad." "Hey, when we see that lady again we can tell her to try our new and improved recipe." "Oh sure," Brent's brothers and father chuckled. "Dad, if you keep leaking like that you're gonna make it all runny." "Maybe we should put one of those things in his dick to stop it from leaking." "What things?" "You know, that we seen on the net on that site about piercing. That long slender thing that you can stick in the peehole and clamp down." "A urethral sounding?" asked Brent. "Yeah." "You and Billy gonna get one of those some day?" "Maybe," Brent said, "who knows?" "I think you should get your eyebrows done," suggested Brett. "Or a cheek piercing. That looked way fuckin' hot," Bobby observed. Barry could not believe the conversation he was hearing. You'd think the boys were discussing what type of candy bar to buy! "I dunno about a cheek piercing," Benny said. "Wouldn't your food or drink leak out if you didn't have it in?" "Yeeew, spit dribbling down your cheek while you're eating," observed Bobby. "Or mashed turnip," observed Benny, and the boys giggled. "Speaking of leaking, maybe we should stick some of this cheese stuff down Dad's peehole to stop him from leaking." "I dunno," Barry observed. "The pressure would just build up and it would shoot out like a pop gun." "A what gun?" "A pop gun. One that shoots corks," Barry replied. "Huh?" By the time Barry had explained the principle of a cork gun and told the boys about the games he and his brothers and friends used to play in the ravines and woods where they lived, the boys had finished coating his erection with the cheese paste. It was quite a sight, a nine-inch long and two-inch diameter cylinder of cheese ball. Having finished their father, the boys, and Barry, sat in a tight circle and began applying the grated cheese mix to each other's erections. Barry noticed that even the twins' cocks were identical, and as they were smeared with paste they also began to leak, causing another round of good-natured comments including the fact that they were just like their father. Now close to six- and-a-half inches in length, the two teenagers had impressive dicks, and as Barry smeared them with the paste and watched the pre-cum oozing out of his son's peeholes at his touch, he could only imagine the delight his boys were bringing their boyfriends. Of course it took less cheese to cover Benny's boy cock, and even less for Bobby's, something which everyone had to remark on in good humor, and to which Barry reminded them of the story of the tortoise and the hare. "Geez, Dad, there an adult version you never told us when we was kids?" asked Benny, suddenly fully attentive. "No," Barry chuckled. "What I mean is, those who are ahead in the race aren't always the winners. In the end Bobby could very well end up with a dick larger than any of us." "Really?" Bobby asked, his eyes growing wide, and they all tried to imagine twelve-year- old Bobby with a dick larger than Barry's. "Thanks, Dad," he said, appreciating his father's confidence and sticking up for him. He gave him a hug. "Ooops, sorry," he apologized as he looked at the clump of cheese stuck to his father's chest hair. "Hey, we got just enough left for cheese nips!" announced Benny, and without hesitation, the boys wiped the bowl clean with their fingertips and dabbed each other's nipples with the remainder of the mix "Hey, how we gonna wipe off our fingers?" Bobby asked as they finally sat back. "Lay on your back and raise your legs, Dad," Brent said with a wide grin. "Ah, no, I don't think so boys." "Aw, com'on, Dad," said Bobby. "Yeah, com'on, Dad," chorused his brothers. Barry never could resist his boys. Laying down on his back, he raised his legs and hooking his arms under his knees, raised up his hips. One by one, they ran their fingers over his butthole and along his ass crack, and of course, finding they still had cheese paste stuck to their fingers, they, with Barry, proceeded to wipe their fingers off on each other's puckers. "Okay, now it's snack time," Bobby said with a wide grin. "So, what we gonna do, form a daisy chain or what?" asked Benny. Barry was no longer surprised at the boys' vocabulary or knowledge, especially that of his third youngest. "We could pull straws and all do the guy with the longest first, and then the next guy and so on," suggested Brett. "Why bother with straws? Lets just do the guy with the longest cock," Brent suggested. The boys all looked at each other, and then with wide grins, at their father. "Yeah!" the four boys agreed as they attacked. Having Barry lay on his back and propping his hips up on their pillows, Brent lay down on one side of his father and Bobby on the other and the two boys attacked their dad's cheese coated nipples. Feeling his older son's long, blond hair sweep over his chest, Barry quivered with delight, and as he watched the smooth cheeked sixteen-year-old stick his tongue out and run it over his left nipple, and his curly headed, rosy cheeked youngest stick out his tongue and run it over his right nipple, he quivered and squirmed with arousal. Meanwhile Benny had begun to lap at his pucker, running his hot tongue over the folds and licking up the spicy cheese mix. At the same time Brett settled down and began to lick and suck the cheese off his balls. Fastening their smooth, moist lips about his nipples, Brent and Bobby began to suck on them and lick them at the same time, causing Barry to squirm with the stimulation rippling through his erect buds. Benny meanwhile had fastened his lips to his anus and was sucking his asshole hungrily as his tongue darted in and out, striking the sensitive pucker and sending ripples of pleasure up his hole. Brett had managed to suck in both of his balls, and the sixteen-year-old's cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk's as he sucked on the celery and garlic flavored balls. Barry sighed in delight with the physical pleasure assaulting his senses, but even more pleasurable, was the delight of having his boys openly and willingly include him in their games. Their cheeks smudged with cheese mix, the boys finally congregated at the twitching, towering, nine-inch cheese ball tube. They began at the base, licking it clean as they worked up toward the tip. More pre-cum oozed out of his cock as it jerked and swatted the boys on their noses, to their amusement and to Barry's. Barry thrust his hips up and ached with the desperate need to shoot as he watched his four sons lapping at his huge cock, working their way up the thick shaft. As Benny ran his tongue along the rim of his knob, Barry went ballistic. Shivers of arousal shot through his cock, and the sight of the dark-haired teenager licking his knob like it was an ice cream cone sent more pre-cum coursing out of his cock, which the four boys now swooped down to enjoy. Brent ran his tongue over the sensitive tip, and as he drew back a streamer of pre-cum connected his rosy lips and the tip of Barry's flushed knob. He could take no more. With a grunt and gasp of pure pleasure, he erupted. His cum surged up the core of his thick cock and shot into the air, landing back down on the knob in a flood of creamy-white cum and flowing over his glans like the syrup topping on a scoop of ice cream of a banana split. The boys immediately began to lick up his cum, causing more to throb out. Barry's chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath and watched his boys lapping up his cum. They finally took turns slipping their lips over his knob and sucking out the remainder of his creamy load, none of them experienced enough to deep throat a cock as long as their father's. "That was fucking awesome, Dad," Bobby sighed as he sat back, his rosy lips glistening with a film of his father's semen. "Oh yeah. Wicked," agreed his three brothers. "But now we got a problem," said Benny seriously. "What?" his three brothers and father asked with concern at the serious look on his face. "We said we was gonna eat dick by size, but Brent and Brett are the same." "Then I guess we'll have to do both at the same time," Barry suggested. "Wicked." "Great idea, Dad." "Oh yeah," agreed Bobby, looking at his father with a wide grin of admiration. Taking a sixty-nine position, the two sixteen-year-olds began to lick and suck on each other's nuts, relishing the extra spicy Worcester sauce and garlic cheese mix coating them. It was a totally new and delicious taste, but not a position they were unfamiliar with. Benny approached Brett from behind and began to rim him, another position he and his brother were hardly unfamiliar with, and Bobby proceeded to do the same to Brent, something he didn't do as often as Benny, but certainly not something he'd never done to his oldest brother before. That left the twins' cheese-coated nipples to their father. Barry happily leaned forward and began to lick the cheese off Brett's nipple first, and he was delighted as it quickly grew hard, evidence that his son did not mind his father's attention. He went on to Brent's unadorned nipple, with the same result, and then back to Brett's left, leaving Brent's with the ring in for last. He'd never licked a guy's nipple that had a ring before, and as he ran his tongue around the teat and flipped the ring with his tongue, causing Brent to squirm with pleasure, Barry found it surprisingly erotic, though he certainly wasn't going to get one himself. He did pause in what he was doing for a second though to wonder if he shouldn't suggest to Brenda that she get one or both of her breasts done. Barry and his two youngest sons then had the two older boys kneel and face each other with their dickheads touching and they proceeded to lick the stiff cocks of the two boys together, running their tongues from the base of Brent's along his dick to Brett's and then down Brett's shaft to his pubes. Barry was once again impressed by the size of the two boys, their stiff, thick cocks now just under six and a half inches, especially as they had just turned sixteen a month ago. With Benny kneeling on the left and licking that side and the underside, and Bobby kneeling on the other side and licking it and the underside too, that left the top of the two teenage dicks to Barry, who was kneeling beside his youngest son. The three soon had the twins squirming and gasping as they felt their nuts tighten beneath their dicks, and knowing the two teenagers were about to pop a load, the three cock-lickers attacked even more hungrily. "I'm coming," the two randy teenagers announced together, and their thick creamy cum shot out of their madly jerking dicks, spattering each other's smooth, flat stomach and the spatters running down to collect in their hairy pubes. More thick boy cream flowed down around the base of their cocks and along the sides of their balls and down their thighs in creamy rivulets. After the initial blasts, the remainder flowed out of their peeholes and curved down around their glans and down their shafts. Benny, Bobby, and Barry quickly began to lap up the fresh cream, licking it from the two teenagers' balls and smooth thighs and sucking it up off their hairy crotches and their cocks, smearing their teenage boy cream over their lips and cheeks already smeared with the cheese mix. Benny was next, and laying on his back in the same position as his father had taken, the fourteen-year-old was aching to get his nuts off. The twins each took a cheese-coated teat while his kid brother began to lick and suck on his balls, leaving his young pucker to his father. Rimming being something that he and his brothers had enjoyed as boys, Barry eagerly and willingly knelt down and began to lick his young son's butthole. Feeling his father's tongue licking up and down his crack and wiggling against his anus, Benny willingly pushed out and opened his pucker for his dad. He loved rimming other guys, but hadn't found anyone who enjoyed doing it as much as he did, and having his dad eagerly eating his asshole was so hot his entire body ached. Not only was his father particularly good at it, but it was his father, and having your dad worming his tongue into your ass was totally wicked. Barry found licking his fourteen- year-old son's ass particularly hot too, and as he did to his son what his son had done to him earlier, he felt his cock begin to swell again. Benny's balls drew up tight under his young prick, a fact that Bobby pointed out to the others, and they descended on his aching cheese-coated cock, the four of them running their hot, moist tongues over it in alternating pairs, one on each side, licking it clean and causing it to jerk madly. With a loud groan of pleasure, Benny shot his load and rewarded his father and three brothers with still another copious load of fresh cum, which they eagerly consumed. Bobby finally assumed the same position as Benny and his father had, and with Brett rimming him and Brent and Benny licking his teats, that left Barry to suck on his fourth youngest's balls. Bobby was impressively hung for a boy who had only turned twelve back in October, having a low-hanging sack and his cock being close to four inches long when erect. He squirmed and squealed with delight as he felt his oldest brother's tongue wiggling up his butthole and as Brent and Benny licked the cheese mix from his firm little nipples. He raised himself on his elbows and looked down at his dad as Barry sucked first one ball and then the other in his mouth and rolled them about inside the hot, moist cavity. He knew not many boys could claim seeing their father do that, and he beamed down at his dad in pure ecstasy. It was impossible for him to keep still with the stimulation of his little nipples and his pucker, and it was impossible to delay his climax. As the horny, squirming twelve-year-old approached that peak, his brothers and father knelt around him and pressed their tongues against his stiff, throbbing cocklet, totally surrounding it with hot, moist tongue muscle. Bobby went wild, thrusting his hips up and down as he worked his cocklet against their tongues, fucking their combined tongues until he quivered and shrieked with ecstasy and his dry orgasm ripped through his groin. He was not yet able to shoot, but his orgasm was the most violent and the longest of all of them, and, he was to claim later, the best he'd ever had. They were laying on their backs recovering from their wild orgy and relishing the bliss that follows when they heard the front door open. "Mom's home." The five quickly grabbed their clothes and throwing them on, headed downstairs. "I'm sorry I'm late," Brenda apologized as they took the triplets and began to take their winter clothes off. "That's no problem," Barry assured her. "Yeah, we and Dad was bonding," said Brent. "Oh yeah." "We were having a ball," Brett said impishly, causing the five to giggle. "And snacking, I see," Brenda said, wiping a smear of cheese mix off Barry's cheek and smiling. From the constituency the boys had clearly put in too much mayonnaise in the cheese mix. Before they could stop her, she popped her finger in her mouth. It was far too spicy, but it had a most intriguing flavor unlike anything she'd ever tasted. She'd have to find out what ingredients the boys used and make it for their next party. "Ah, yeah," Barry said, coming out of his shock and flushing a bright red as he glanced at his boys. Grabbing several sheets of paper towel, he handed it to the boys and indicated for them to wipe their faces as he quickly wiped his before his wife tried a second sample. "Boys," Brenda said, shaking her head. "Well, I hope you left room for KFC." "Kentucky Fried Chicken?" asked Bobby. "Oh yeah, fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah!" "Hope you got their fries. They make the most awesomest fries." "And their gravy," added Brent. "Oh yeah," Barry and Brent's three brothers all sighed. They sat down and dug into their supper, Barry and his four sons having worked up quite an appetite actually, and Brenda being hungry after shopping and then attending the meeting over helping youth who had been exposed to violence, which she proceeded to tell her family about. "You gotta try KFC-coated dick sometime," Bobby said in a confidential whisper after his fourth piece of chicken. "It's even better than that cheese stuff." "I will," Barry whispered back. "Boys." "Sorry, Mom," Barry and Bobby responded, and the nine giggled, even the triplets. The following Friday night there was a huge snowfall. Of course the boys all complained that it could have been the day before so they could have gotten a day off school, or even several days before so they could have had a couple days off, but actually, after their Christmas holiday, they were happy to be back at school. They were, of course, delighted to have a fresh fall of snow, as most youngsters are. For one, it meant they could go about the neighborhood and offer to shovel sidewalks and driveways for some extra cash, and for another, it meant they could go out and have some winter fun. The next morning bundled up in their winter snow pants, extra wool socks, winter boots, new parkas, scarves, and ear muffs for the twins and toques for Benny and Bobby, they headed out to go door to door, and that afternoon they headed out to Emerson Hill for some tobogganing fun with the anticipation of some hot chocolate and marshmallows fun afterwards. They were not the only ones out enjoying the bright, sunny winter afternoon, and for the next several hours they joyfully rode up and down the hill, built snow forts, and had snowball fights. Warmly bundled up and full of energy, they didn't notice the crisp air, and being young, they didn't mind the occasional snow finding its way inside their boots, or having a playful wrestling match with each other or their friends and having snow shoved up their shirts or down their pants. As the day wore on, the crowd on the hill thinned out until finally only the boys were left. Deciding to have one last run for the day, they piled onto the toboggan. "My fuckin' nuts are freezing," Bobby announced as he settled in behind Benny. "And your dick's as cold as an icicle." "How do you know?" "You've been trying to ram it up my butt every time we go down the hill." "Well, I gotta keep it warm some how." "I'll warm it up with some hot chocolate when we get home." "All right! Let's go!" Squeezed onto the toboggan, they headed down the hill. As they approached the bottom, to their surprise and amazement, a large, gaping hole suddenly appeared before them. "Holy fuck! Where did that come from?" "What is it?" "I dunno but steer around it!" "I can't!" "Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn!" the four boys cried out as they headed nose first into the opening. It closed up behind them as quickly as it had appeared and the boys were pitched into total darkness as they continued to fall faster and faster down the chasm, screaming at the tops of their lungs. ************** Is this it? After three years, is this the last Brewster Boys tale, the four boys killed in a freak winter accident? Tune in one week from today for part two of this exciting new Brewster Boys Adventure.