Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 07:34:29
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST:  Fe Fi Fo I Smell A Brewster Bro (t/m. b/m)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old twins, who have a marvellous
adventure just like a famous boy in another story well, not exactly like
him, because their father is still alive, and their mother isn't poor, and
the Brewsters have never owned a cow, and this story has some awesome
description of some far out sex, but otherwise it is almost identical to
the other tale.  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-third story in the
Brewster Boys special events and myths series.  If you read this fairy tale
to your kids, the Brewster brothers recommend you put on a condom first
because it is guaranteed to make you come before you get to the end, and
you don't want them to have to sleep on the wet spot.  They also ask that
you send the author, J.O.  Dickingson, your kids' comments and reactions,
and any other bedtime stories they'd like you to read at
authorsix@hotmail.com Hope you like what I did with your idea Charles.

                FE FI FO I SMELL A BREWSTER BRO

     "Hi," said Benny with a smile as Justin opened the door.
     "Hi," responded Justin with an equally wide smile as he stepped aside
for his best buddy to come in.
     "So, whatcha doin'?" Benny asked.
     "Nothin' much," Justin replied, shrugging his shoulders.
     "Yeah, same," said Benny with a shrug also.  He followed Benny to his
bedroom.  "So your mom and dad are home, huh?" he asked, stating the
obvious as Benny closed the door.
     "Yeah.  But that's cool.  Dad's down in his workshop in the basement
working on a cabinet he's making, and Mom's watching some syrupy show about
some parents searching for their missing daughter on WTV so it's gonna take
a power outage to budge her off the sofa for the next two hours."
     It was Monday night.  Benny's mom had gone to her home and school
meeting and had taken Blake, Blaine and Belinda with her.  Being a devoted
mother, she was not about to let them out of her sight at that young an
age, and besides, it gave her a chance to show off the triplets.  His dad,
meanwhile, was at the high school with Brent and Brett for their regular
seven to nine pm basketball practice.
     Giving in to his kid brother's persistent coaxing, he'd phoned Justin
to see if he could come over so Bobby would be home alone with his tutor,
Zac Williams.  According to Bobby, he was making great progress with the
sixteen-year-old high school stud, and he was not referring to his supposed
stuttering problem.
     "So they won't be, ah, disturbing us or nothing," Benny observed as he
shuffled from one foot to the next and wondered how he could bring up the
real question that was on his mind.
     "Oh no!" replied Justin, cursing himself the moment the words were out
of his mouth for sounding so eager.  "Not at all."
     "Cool," observed Benny, slowing looking up at his best buddy with a
mixture of trepidation and hope.
     Justin looked back at his best buddy with anticipation in his
blue-green eyes and a silent prayer on his lips.  The boys did not have to
say another word.  Slipping their arms about each other, the two
thirteen-year-olds drew each other close, and closing their eyes, cocked
their heads and kissed.  Their hearts suspended in their chests with a
mixture of anxiety and anticipation as their lips met briefly in that first
tentative kiss.  The boys had wanked themselves off together many times and
on President's day Benny had fucked his best buddy for the first time.
Kissing was something totally new, and very different from just getting
your nuts off.  Kissing went beyond messing round.
     Keeping his eyes closed, not daring to look into Justin's eyes as
their lips parted least he hadn't found it as pleasant, Benny paused and
then bent his head forward and kissed his best buddy again.  It was
delicious, and when they finally parted, they let their breaths out with a
whoosh, the two young boys having been holding their breaths in their
excitement and worry what the other would think.
     Benny sighed as he savoured the taste of Justin's tender lips and his
sweet boy breath and the thirteen-year-old felt a strange feeling sweep
over him.  He'd had plenty of experience fucking, sucking and jerking but
next to none kissing, and to his surprise it was exceedingly erotic.  As
their lips parted, he dared to look in Justin's eyes, their faces only
inches apart.  From the look in his eyes, Justin had clearly enjoyed it
also.  The boys did not say a word as they embraced once more and their
lips met again, and again.  They were soft, tender kisses, kisses of love,
and each one was given its due time and fully savoured.
     Benny finally took the initiative, slipping his hands under Justin's
dark brown Root's pullover and pushing it up.  As he caressed Justin's
smooth back, working up from his waist toward his shoulders and pushing his
sweater up, Justin began to similarly push up Benny's black turtle-neck
sweater from Abercrombie and Fitch and to caress his back.  Each boy pulled
the other's sweater over his head, and the two sweaters fell to the floor
as the boys embraced and kissed again, now their naked chests pressed
against each other, each acutely aware of the other's nips pressing against
him.
     Continuing to kiss, Benny slipped his hands down Justin's back, and
over Justin's hip to his fly as Justin did the same.  Justin pulled down
his fly at the same time as he pulled down Justin's, and he unsnapped the
top snap of Justin's trousers as Justin unsnapped his.  Their breathing
became deeper as Justin pushed down Benny's black Gap jeans and Benny
pushed down Justin's tight blue jeans by B.U.M.  With their pants about
their knees, the boys ran their hands up each other's thighs and over each
other's butts, and as they pressed their bodies together each could feel
through their underwear the other beginning to get a hardon.
     Slipping his hands along Justin's hips and under the wide elastic band
of his off-white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Benny slowly slid his hands
over his buddy's smooth, compact butt as he pushed his underwear down.
Justin similarly pushed down Benny's Navy blue polyester-cotton briefs.
Both boys were erect and as they pressed their bodies together, they
trapped their erections between their flat stomachs, the two cocks,
identical in thickness and Benny's a quarter inch longer than his buddy's,
lining up side by side.
     The boys stepped apart, and then with an impish smile, Justin stepped
forward and twisted his hips, batting his buddy's erect cock with his own.
Benny immediately responded with his own thrust and for the next few
minutes the two thirteen-year-old boys fenced with their hot, stiff swords.
With boyish giggles and sparkling eyes, the two embraced once more, pulling
their naked bodies tight against each other.  Benny gyrated his hips,
causing his cock to slide over Justin's flat stomach and Justin's cock to
slide over his.  Justin responded by doing likewise and the two boys sighed
with the ripple of erotic stimulation that flowed from their dickheads down
their shafts to their eager young nuts.
     The irritation of their dickheads caused by the friction resulted in
them gyrating their hips all the more.  They wrapped their arms about each
other tightly as they rubbed their dicks against each other and pinned them
between their bodies.  They were thirteen and horny and in love.  The
tingling in their dickheads, especially as they bent their legs and drew
their cocks down and through each other's hairs, caused them to open and
close their peeholes excitedly.  They rotated their hips rhythmically,
causing their dicks to slide over each other's belly.  The tingling, itchy
sensation of their dickheads caused them to squirm and to gyrate their hips
all the more forcefully.
     Their breathing was now deep and heavy, loud enough to be heard
through Justin's bedroom door had anyone been in the hallway.  The two boys
pressed against each other, grasping each other tightly as each ground his
stiff cock against his buddy's flat stomach.  Their young, stiff cocks
throbbed hotly and their dickheads itched and burned with arousal.  Faster
and faster they worked their hips and each became more and more desperate
to release his seed.
     If anyone had listened in on the two boys, they'd have finally heard
the deep intake of two breaths and then the two thirteen-year-olds exhaling
with a shudder.  The two boys whimpered and clutched each other as they
finally shot their loads.  Their hot, juicy teen cum shot up the core of
their throbbing cocks and out of their dicks, up along their stomachs and
up over their chests.  Shot after shot squirted up between their two
bodies, spraying each other and themselves, mixing together, and oozing
back down their smooth, boyish bodies to collect in their fine hairs.
     The pressure finally subsiding, their creamy cum oozed out of their
cocks and as they continued to gyrate it oozed down their shafts and over
their tight nuts.  Finally they stood there in the middle of Justin's
bedroom panting and clutching each other, their cum-sprayed bodies pressed
together until their breaths returned to normal and the puddles of their
hot cum began to cool on their skin.
     Benny reached up and ran his fingers over Justin's chest, smearing the
goblets of cum over his smooth pecs and over his tiny nipples, leaving
behind fine streamers of white and translucent juices.  Justin meanwhile
reached down and spread the creamy gobs of cum over Benny's flat stomach.
It was impossible to tell whose cum was whose as the boys spread their boy
juice over each other and then grasping each other's smooth, compact butt
with sticky fingers, pressed their sticky bodies together and kissed.
     Each wiping his hands off on the butt and back of the other, the two
boys pushed down and kicked off their trousers, underwear and shoes so they
were clad only in their ankle socks besides Benny with his copper tube
necklace and copper chain bracelets and Justin with his thin silver chain.
Sitting down on the bed, the boys kissed each other on the lips and pecked
at each other's cheeks and eyelids fondly.
     They were only thirteen, but they were in love, and like all
thirteen-year-olds, within twenty minutes they were both hard and horny
again.  Justin lay down on his back and raised and spread his legs while
Benny knelt down between them.  They didn't have any lubricant, but the two
boys were horny, and although Benny's cock was four-and-a-half inches long,
it was still quite slender.  Justin readily pushed out with his abdomen and
strained to open his asshole as wide as he could as he felt his buddy's
cockhead pressing against his opening.  Ever so slowly and with great
delight, the two boys united.
     Kneeling there between Justin's legs and supporting himself on his
elbows, Benny began to pump his hips to and fro, working his stiff cock in
and out of Justin's hot, moist chamber with delight. Having his swollen
cock encased in a hot, moist hole was always a pleasure, and for that hole
to be his best buddy's was the most awesome pleasure yet.  Justin's copper
necklace, which matched the copper tint to his shaved, dark brown hair,
swung back and forth as he humped his buddy with a slowly increasing pace.
His breath blew hotly in Justin's face as his glazed, hazel eyes looked
into Justin's blue-green, lust-filled gems.  He looked so hot with his
gelled blond hair accented with dark shades, and his thin, dark eyebrows.
     Justin felt that Benny was the hottest boy on the face of the earth
himself, and that being penetrated by his best buddy's long, hard cock was
proof of their love for each other.  He was giving himself totally to
Benny, and Benny was sinking his cock up his rectum in that most obscene
and delightful of acts.  His best buddy was deep inside his body, his cock
throbbing with lust and with love deep up his bowels.  That was what love
was about.
     Both boys began to sweat with the exertion, their smooth, young bodies
glowing with a warm flush as their muscles, still having a boyish softness
and contours, flexed and relaxed.  In and out pumped Benny, and Justin
constricted and relaxed his sphincter in time to his best buddy's motions.
In and out, squeeze and relax.  They worked in unison, two lovers working
as one, best buddies bringing each other the ultimate pleasure that a boy
can know.
     Their breaths blew into each other's face as they began to pant for
air, and their eyes glazed over as that ultimate peak of ecstasy was
finally reached and the awesome pleasure of orgasm swept over their bodies
for a second time.  They trembled and groaned, Benny with pleasure as he
shot his stuff deep up his buddy's tightly clenching hole, and Justin with
equal joy as he shot another load across his chest.  Their cream was
thicker and less copious the second time, but as the fragrance of their boy
seed mushroomed out from their loins the pleasure was just as great, if not
greater, than their first orgasm.
     The memory of that orgasm was the reason for the smile on Benny's face
and the dreamy look in his eyes as he headed home half an hour later.  It
was fortunate that the traffic was not heavy and that there were no major
intersections to cross, because Benny had no idea where he was nor what he
was doing.  It had been a totally awesome evening, one of the most awesome
the young boy had ever spent.  As he cut across Murray Park, he was so deep
in thought he did not notice the man step out of the shadows until he
practically bumped into him.
     "Oops, sorry," he apologized as he abruptly came to a halt.
     "Hey, that's all right.  You looked like you were pretty deep in
thought."
     "Yeah.  Was," Benny replied.  He looked up at the man.  He was in his
forties, around his dad's age, with light brown hair balding at the
temples.  He was wearing blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and a light grey
jacket.  He looked just like any dad.
     "Perhaps you can help me."
     "Help?  I suppose," Benny replied with a shrug.  "If I can."
     "It's my dog."
     "Your dog?" Benny asked, a warning flag immediately popping up in his
mind.
     "I was walking him and he escaped."
     Benny wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew better than to do that with
a perfect stranger, especially an adult and one who was bigger than he was.
That had to be one of the oldest tricks there was, even older than his twin
brothers.  Did the guy think he was a moron or something?  "Maybe you
should have had him on a leash," he observed pointedly, doing his best not
to be sarcastic.
     "Yes, in hindsight I should have," the man agreed, though Benny could
tell by his tone he was annoyed by Benny's implication.  Either he wasn't
very good at hiding his emotions, or didn't care if Benny knew he was
annoyed.  Benny figured it was probably the latter case.  As for his
hindsight, Benny didn't have any doubt that it was his hind that the man
had in his sights.
     "Perhaps you can help me look for him."
     "Sure.  You want to start by checking if he's in my pants?"  He stared
up at the man with a blank matter-of-fact look.  "That is what you want,"
he continued, "to get in my pants."
     "You're a very observant young man," the man commented, but he was not
fooling Benny with his sugar-coated tongue or his fake smile.  His
blue-grey eyes were angry, and Benny could see the man was silently fuming.
     Benny shrugged.  "Well, I wasn't born yesterday," he observed.  The
man wanted to remark that it was pretty close.  He also wanted to grab the
insolent little smartass and smack his face.  As for Benny, figuring out
what the man's intentions were hadn't taken the mind of a rocket scientist.
Besides the old "look for my puppy in the bushes" standard trick that they
had been taught to watch for at school, they were by the playgrounds, and
not all that far from the cruising area where gay men hung out.
     "So, what do you say we slip into the bushes and have a bit of fun?"
     "I don't think so," Benny replied firmly but unemotionally.  Now the
thirteen-year-old had nothing against guys his age and men having sex, or
having sex with total strangers, provided it was safe and mutual and he was
in the mood.  This was none of those.  He did not trust the man, especially
when he'd tried to trick him to get him in the bushes, and he had a
suspicion the man was interested in his own satisfaction, not his or
theirs.  And, having gotten off twice in the last hour with Justin, he was
not in the mood, and probably wouldn't be for at least another hour.
     "There's nothing to be afraid of," the man observed.  "I'm a very
gentle man."  Benny stared at him blankly.  "Tell you what.  I have a big
bag of jelly beans in my pocket."  Benny noticed both jacket pockets were
bulging.  "It is yours if you do something with me.  I know you'll like
it."
     Candy for fucksake?  That confirmed it.  Benny began to back away.
The man suddenly reached out, much faster than he'd anticipated, and
grabbed his arm.  As Benny began to struggle, the man tightened his hold
and began to drag him off the path.
     "Hey, fuck!  You're hurting."
     "Just come with me, and I'll make you feel good, I promise.  Very
good."  Having pulled Benny into a clearing in the nearby bushes, the man
quickly pulled down his fly and began to reach inside.
     "If we're gonna mess around, will you at least take your pants down so
I won't cut my lip on your zipper?"
     The man looked at him in surprise.  "Cut your lip on my zipper?"
     "I got a buddy who liked sucking so much the first time he done it he
tried to deep throat the guy while he still had his pants on and he came to
school with his lips all cut up."
     "Well," the man chuckled, taken aback by the boy's statement, "we
certainly don't want that happening to you."
     "He said it was fucking awesome sucking dick and he couldn't help it."
     "Really?" the man said, certainly not expecting this conversation
although he knew young boys were not all so lily white and innocent as the
dogooders tried to make them out to be.  "Did you and he try it?"
     "No.  We never got around to it, but I've been wondering what it would
be like ever since."
     Benny looked up at the man with such innocence and simplicity in his
wide, hazel eyes and with such sincerity in his voice that the man could
not help but think he was telling the truth.  Besides, when you are making
the moves on a young boy as hot-looking as Benny, you don't question it
when you hear exactly what you want to hear.  Even so, he was no fool.
Tightly holding Benny by the arm with his left hand, he undid his belt and
unbuttoned the top of his jeans.  Continuing to hold Benny, he pushed his
pants down to mid thigh, and then reached up and pulled down his boxers.
     "Oh fuck yeah, you got a huge one!" observed Benny in admiration.
     Convinced of his sincerity, the man released him.  Benny immediately
dropped to his knees and pulled the man's jeans and boxers down to his
ankles.  Suddenly reaching up and grabbing the bag in his right pocket,
Benny leaped to his feet and ran.
     "Hey!"
     "Hey to you, sucker," Benny responded as he bound through the bushes.
By the time the man had pulled up his pants and underwear and had scrambled
out of the bushes, Benny was nowhere in sight.
     Cutting up back alleys incase the man was cruising the streets looking
for him, Benny ran the rest of the way home.  Slamming the back door shut
behind him, he leaned against the wall of the hallway and caught his
breath.  Being young and healthy, it only took a minute before he was
heading for the kitchen for a glass of chocolate milk and had chalked up
the incident as a warning to be more careful.  He'd just opened the
refrigerator when Bobby stepped into the room.
     "Hey!  How did you make out with Zac?"
     "I really got him hot, asking him about sex and penises and stuff, and
then I copped a feel of his bone through his pants!" Bobby announced
gleefully as he reached for a Kraft cheese slice.  "Bet next time I'll get
it out of his pants."
     "Way to go!"
     "How was Justin?"
     "Hmmmmm," replied Benny, and with the smile on his face and the gleam
in his eyes he didn't have to say anything further.
     "What's in the bag?"
     "Oh.  Here.  Have some jelly beans," Benny responded, having forgotten
he was still clutching the bag.
     Bobby eagerly reached inside and pulled out a handful of white beans.
"What the fuck sort of joke is this?"
     "Oh maaaaan!  Real beans?" commented Benny in disbelief.  "Fuck!  I
bet the smaller bag was the one with the jelly beans!"
     "What you talking about?" Bobby asked, wrinkling up his nose.  His
brother was weird sometimes.
     Tossing the bag on the kitchen counter, Benny related his adventure to
his kid brother between gulps of milk.  He'd just finished when his mom
arrived home with the triplets, followed a few minutes later by his dad and
twin brothers.  Heading to their bedroom, Benny related the tale all over
again for Brent and Brett, after which the four brothers engaged in their
heavy breathing practice, which was what they'd once told their mother they
were doing, before hopping into bed.  By the next morning Benny had
forgotten all about his ordeal.
     Arriving home from school at the end of the day, the four brothers
found a note from their mother on the refrigerator, where she knew her boys
would head the moment they stepped through the door.  One of the ladies who
delivered meals to the elderly had tripped and sprained her ankle, and
Brenda had been asked to fill in for her at the last moment.  Supper was in
the crock pot.  Noticing there was a message on their answering machine,
they discovered that their dad was going to be delayed at the office due to
some difficulties with their European operations again so the family was to
go ahead with supper without him.
     "So, that means we're home alone," observed Bobby with a twinkle in
his eyes.
     "And let me guess.  You think we should go straight to our bedrooms
and tackle our homework," observed Brett with a smile.
     "Well, you got bedroom and tackle right," observed Bobby, making a
fake grab for his older brother's crotch and when Brett dropped his hands
grabbing his ass with his other hand instead.
     "Hey, here's our chance to try what we were talking about the other
night," suggested Benny.
     "What's that?"
     "You know, water sports," replied Benny.  The boys, having found a hot
gay piss site on the Internet on the weekend, had been reminded of the time
they'd tied up Wally Bingham and Scott Carson and they and their classmates
had used the two boys as pissing targets.  How getting pissed on could be a
turn on they didn't know, but they were curious enough and daring enough to
give it a try, with each other at least.
     "Let's see what's for supper first," said Brent.
     "You wanna eat first?" asked Benny increduously.
     "Jeez," observed Bobby.  "I hope I don't lose interest in sex when I
get old like you."
     "Sex is more fun on a full stomach," objected Brent as he raised the
lid of the crock pot.
     "Oh yeah, I prefer being fucked face to face than doggy style too,"
said Bobby.
     "That does smell good," observed Brett, joining his twin brother and
peering into the crock pot.
     "What is it?" asked Bobby, pushing in between his two oldest brothers.
     "Baked beans and ham."
     "Well, at least those beans I brought home yesterday were of some
good."
     The boys' stomachs won out over their dicks, which considering their
mother's culinary skills, was no surprise.  After a couple helpings each,
they headed down to the family room and their Play Station 2, having
forgotten Benny's suggestion.  The next hour went by quickly.
     "Uh-oh," said Benny suddenly.  "I feel one coming."
     "Yeah?" said Bobby, leaning over and looking at his older brother's
crotch.  "Wish I could come."
     "Honestly Benny, ever since you started to shoot bullets the slightest
little thing is enough to get you off," observed Brent.
     "Not that sort of coming," said Benny with a strained look.
     "What sort of coming?"
     "Quick, pull my finger."
     "Oh!  No way," Bobby said, shuffling away from his brother.
     "Com'on," urged Benny shuffling over to him.
     "Forget it," responded Bobby, knowing full well the implication.  He'd
fallen for that line with his grandfather once, and once was all it took.
     "Brent?" Benny asked, spinning around and thrusting out his hand.
     "In your dreams."
     Before Benny could ask his other brother, he let loose with the
loudest, juiciest, stinkiest fart ever.  A green cloud actually billowed up
out of his pants and enveloped the four boys, who immediately clenched
their eyes closed and began to hack with the stench.
     "Oh maaaaaan!" coughed Brent as he dared to cautiously open one eye.
     "You really did have to let one go," observed Brett.
     "Guys."
     "Oh yeah.  That's got to be the foulest fart ever," Brent praised.
     "Guys."
     "For sure," agreed Brett.  "Way to go!"
     "Thanks," Benny responded with a huge grin.  Brett, Brent, and Benny
high-fived.
     "Guys."
     The three brothers looked over at Bobby.
     "We aren't in our bedroom."
     The boys looked around.  All around them as far as they could see were
white, billowing clouds.
     "Hey, we aren't."
     "Shit.  What happened?"
     "What is this stuff anyway?" Brent asked, picking up a handful of the
fluff.
     "Oh maaaaaan!" groaned Bobby, who had gotten up and wandered over to
what seemed to be the edge of the white, fluffy stuff.  Getting to their
feet, his three brothers cautiously walked over to join him.
     "Is that what I think it is down there?" asked Brent.
     "Sure looks like it."
     "Holy shit, Benny, you blew us right out of the house and up into the
clouds!"
     "Now that is one wicked fart!"
     "Oh yeah!" agreed Brent and he, Benny and Bobby high-fived.
     "Ah, guys," began Brett.
     "To bad it wasn't at school," observed Bobby.
     "Guys," repeated Brett.
     "Oh yeah.  They'd have to leave the room for sure."
     "Leave the room?  They'd have to evacuate the whole fucking school,"
Bobby observed, and Brent and Benny laughed.
     "Guys!"
     "What?" Brett's three brothers responded as they turned as one to look
at him.
     "Clouds are made of vapour and dust," Brett replied.
     "So?" his brothers asked.  Brett was especially keen about science,
and was always sharing some tidbit or another that he'd learned.
     "So a guy can't really stand on a cloud."
     The boys thought of that fact for a moment.  "So what is this, a
dream?" Brent asked.
     "Either that, or ... well ... we've, well, you know. . . ."
     The boys looked down at the blue-green ball below them.
     "Oh, maaaaaan!" groaned Bobby as he stared down through the clouds.
"You mean Benny's fart killed us?"
     The four boys contemplated that possibility for a moment.  "If we're,
well, you know ...  then, well, that means we must have gone up to Heaven,"
observed Brent.
     The boys looked up at each other, back down at the globe below them,
and once more at each other, their eyes growing wider each time.  "Holy
fuck!" they said as one.
     "If this is Heaven, then where are the arches?" asked Bobby, looking
around at the white expanse.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Brent.  "I could use a big Mac right about now."
     "And fries," agreed Brett.
     "I don't mean those arches."
     "Which arches do you mean?"
     "You know, the one's where Saint Peter is greeting newcombers."
     "You mean the pearly gates."
     "Yeah."
     "Geez, Bobby.  Arches?"
     "Well who the fuck pays attention in church?"
     "Anyway, I don't know where they are," Brett observed as he glanced
around.
     "They wouldn't have a McDonald's here anyway," commented Brent.
     "Why not?"
     "Angels can't eat.  They got no bodies."
     The four boys thought about that fact for a moment.
     "If they got no bodies, then does that mean they can't, well, you
know, cum?" asked Benny.
     "Oh maaaaaan!" groaned Bobby.  "You mean I've been waiting all this
time, and now I'll never fuckin' find out what is so great about cuming?"
     "'Fraid so," responded Brett.
     "Oh fuck," cursed Bobby angrily as he wrinkled up his nose and kicked
at a clump of cloud.
     As if reading each other's thoughts, the boys reached down as one and
slipped their hands inside their pants and under the elastic band of their
underwear.  For the next minute they said nothing as they concentrated.
     "It still feels good without a body."
     "And it can still get hard."
     "Oh yeah," the other three agreed.
     "So, if we're really angels, where are our wings?  And our halos?"
asked Bobby, relieved that at least he could still enjoy a good jerk in
Heaven.
     "Maybe you got to earn them first.  Or see Saint Peter at the gates,
wherever the fuck they are."
     "So I guess we should start looking."
     "There looks like something over there," observed Brent, pointing to a
rise in the clouds in the distant horizon.
     Having no better direction to head off to, the boys headed in that
direction, bouncing and rebounding along the billowing clouds.  Despite the
distance, it did not take them long.
     "Looks like a fucking castle," observed Bobby as they got closer to
the rise.
     "Maybe that is where God lives."
     "Whoa!  It certainly is huge!" observed Benny.
     "Fuck yeah!  It's gotta be what, a dozen stories tall?"
     "Oh yeah.  At least!"
     "Shit!  Look at that fuckin' door!"
     The boys stepped up to the large, double door, two eighteen-foot wide
slabs of wood forty-feet tall.  Seeing the door was open a crack, the boys
stepped inside.
  Finding themselves in a huge entryway from which there were several
hallways and doors, the boys were uncertain what to do.  The place was
cavernous, the ceiling being at east fifty feet above them.  There were
pictures on the walls, but they were so high the boys could barely make out
what they were about.
     "Let's go this way," suggested Brent.
     "Why that way?" asked Benny.
     "I smell something cooking."
     The boys looked at each other.  Trust Brent to be thinking about food.
Having no better alternative, they followed him down the hall and into one
of the rooms.  >From the thirty-foot tall refrigerator, sink, cupboards,
and table and chairs, it was obviously the kitchen.  The boys glanced
around in amazement.  Everything was gigantic, about six times the size of
things as they were used to.
     "Oh maaaaaan, Amber was right!" observed Brett in a whisper.
     "Right?  Right about what?" asked Brent, whispering back.
     "God is a woman," he said, pointing to the far side of the room.
     There standing before what was obviously a stove was a very large
woman in a flower print dress, a woman who towered thirty-four feet from
her huge boots to the bun of mousey brown hair piled up on the top of her
head.
     "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Bobby as he looked up at her.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Benny blankly, his mind occupied trying to imagine
what a three-story tall woman would look like naked.
     As she turned around, the boys froze.  She glanced around, and then
down at the floor.  Spotting them immediately, she squatted down.
     "Oh my," she said.  "You boys should not be here."
     "Ah, well, ah," Brent said intelligently.
     "We're lost," said Brett, thinking faster on his feet.
     "Yeah.  If you tell us how to get home we're the fu-, fu-, fu-ah, ah,"
stumbled Bobby.
     "We're outta here," finished Brett.
     "Yeah," his three brothers agreed quickly.
     "You had better," she said.  "My husband eats young boys."
     "Eats?" gulped Bobby, his hazel eyes growing even wider as he looked
up at her.
     Before she could reply there was a major earthquake.  At least from
the rumbling and the way the floor shook that was what the boys assumed was
happening.
     "Quickly," she whispered, which was like thunder to the boys' ears.
"It is my husband.  You must hide."
     Scooping them up, she popped them into the nearest thing she could
find, the oven, much to the consternation of the boys.  With the thunderous
approach of the boy-eating husband, that seemed like a very strange place
to hide.
     "Fe, fi, fo, fum," he thundered.  "I smell a young boy's bum."  He
bent down and looked under the table, and then under the chairs.
     "Geez, Bobby, have you been skipping showering again?" asked Brent in
a whisper.
     "I did shower!" the eleven-year-old protested.  "It's not me."
     "He had a long shower yesterday," said Benny.  "In preparation for his
speech lesson."
     "He did," Brett responded in support.
     "See," Bobby retorted, wrinkling up his nose and giving Brent the
finger.
     "I've been out in the woods collecting fresh mushrooms for our salad
tonight," the lady giant was saying.  "That must be what you are smelling,
dear."
     "Hmm, perhaps, he said, leaning over and sniffing the salad.  "A young
boy's bum does have the same delightful, musky odour."
     "Now, go wash up, dear.  Supper is ready."
     Before she had a chance to let the boys out of the oven, her husband
had returned.  They sat there quietly while he ate, which was most
difficult for the twins, and the way their stomachs growled they were
surprised the giant did not hear them.  When he was finally finished and
the dishes cleared away, they thought they'd have a chance to escape but
instead he called upon his wife to bring him his bags of coins to amuse
himself.  Dumping the gold and silver coins on the table, he began to sort
them into piles for easier counting.  Finishing the dishes, his wife headed
into the living room to sit by the fire place and do some knitting.  After
the huge meal, the giant's head soon began to nod, and before long, he fell
asleep at the kitchen table, his coins stacked in neat piles.
     The door of the oven having been left open a crack, the boys slowly
and cautiously crept to the opening, and then jumped the six feet to the
floor, not a big jump for young, agile boys.  They slowly crawled across
the floor for the door, moving gingerly least they cause the floor to
creak, which they realized later was silly considering that in comparison
to the giant and his castle they were the size and weight of Suzie's Barbie
dolls.
     "Hey, where's Bobby?" whispered Brent.
     The three brothers glanced around and looked behind them.  Bobby was
no where to be seen!  Scrambling to their feet, they looked about the huge
room with rising panic, their hearts pounding in their chests.
     "There," Benny said, pointing upward.
     "What the fuck is he doing?"
     There was Bobby clinging to the giant's pant leg and pulling himself
up inch by inch, drawing his body up and pinning the thick cloth of the
giant's trousers between his knees and then grasping the cloth hand over
hand until he could reach no farther and pulling himself up again.  By the
time his brothers had reached the giant's chair, Bobby had pulled himself
up and was standing on his thigh.
     "Bobby, what do you think you're doing?" called Brett in as loud a
whisper as he dared.
     "Get down from there this instant," ordered Brent
     "And miss this opportunity?  No fuckin' way," replied Bobby.
     Walking down the man's thigh, the four-foot-six boy was only a head
taller than the man's fly. Widening his hazel eyes and opening his mouth in
exaggerated awe as he looked down at his brothers twelve feet below him,
Bobby turned and reached up for the zipper tab.  Looking at each other, his
three brothers turned and made a leap for the giant's legs.  Twelve feet,
slightly more than twice the height of the twins, is not a great height to
scramble when you are a teenager and given that incentive.
     "This is crazy," protested Brent, the most cautious and level-headed
of the four boys as they joined their kid brother.
     "Suppose we get caught," whispered Benny, glancing up at the face of
the slumbering giant as Bobby finished pulling down his fly.
     Brett stepped up and helped his kid brother pull apart the edges of
the man's fly and spread open the fly of his white and blue striped boxers.
"Oh man, his hairs are like wire," the fifteen-year-old observed.
     Bobby reached in the opening without the slightest hesitation.  With
both arms in the giant's fly up to his elbows, he concentrated as he felt
around, his tongue pressing out between his lips as his three brothers
looked up and watched for the slightest sign the giant was going to wake
up.
     "I got it!" he announced excitedly, and withdrawing his arms, drew out
the giant's large, limp sausage, a foot-and-a-half long and at least six
inches in diameter.
     "Oh maaaaan!" sighed his three brothers with wide-eyed amazement as
they reached out and felt the warm, soft tube.  Of course with four pair of
hot eager hands stroking the shaft and hesitantly palpitating the sensitive
knob peeking out from the thick folds of foreskin, the man's cock began to
grow, and to grow, and to grow.  And, being typical boys, once the four
brothers realized they were giving the giant a hardon, they began to
eagerly rub and squeeze the growing tube of flesh to coax it along.
     The man's cock continued to slowly swell, and then it began to rise up
in the giant's lap.  The boys stroked all the more vigorously and gradually
the man's foreskin began to slip down off his swelling knob, revealing a
huge, purple-red mushroom cap.  With the eager massaging of the four boys,
it did not take long for the giant to become fully erect.
     "Fuck," the four boys gasped as they stepped back and looked at the
massive cock jutting out of the man's fly.  Being a bit better hung than
the average giant, his stiff cock was just over eight inches in diameter,
and four feet long.  As he stood beside it, it came up to Bobby's nose.
     "I love it," exclaimed the eleven-year-old, wrapping his arms about
the hard, hot cock and hugging it tightly.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers as they crowded around and
wrapped their arms about the throbbing bone and pressed their smooth,
flushed cheeks against the huge prick.
     At slightly over eight inches in diameter, when the boys spread their
fingers and thumb apart as wide as they could and grasped the stiff cock,
there was still left a four inch gap between their fingertips and a four
inch gab between their thumbs.  With Bobby crouching down and taking the
bottom quarter of the shaft of the giant cock, Benny squatting beside him
and taking the next quarter, Brent bending over and spreading his hands
around the third section, and Brett taking the quarter just below the
mushroom-shaped knob, the four boys began to work their hands up and down
the stiff tube in unison, each pulling up at the same time, and each
pushing down at the same time in ten-inch long strokes.
     The giant stirred and a smile began to curl his lips, but he stayed
asleep.  The boys began to increase their speed, pumping their wide-spread
hands up and down and working the thick foreskin up and down over the
giant's knob.  His dick grew even hotter and firmer and as the four young
boys inhaled the fragrance of hot man cock their own stiff dicks throbbed
hotly in their trousers.  It was totally awesome jacking a cock the
diameter and temperature of a furnace pipe, and four feet long.  Even more
awesome was all four of them being able to jack off one cock together.  The
three teenagers' cocks were soon leaking pre-cum, and Bobby's little
cocklet was itching like mad.
     Suddenly with a shudder that almost caused the boys to tumble from his
lap, the giant let out a loud groan and his cock erupted.  His hot, thick
juice spurted out of his pecker like a spewing volcano, shooting up into
the air and falling back down.  It happened so fast the four boys could not
get out of the way and found themselves spattered by his cum.
  Striking Brent and Brett on the top of the head, the whitish-translucent
cum ran down their long, blond curls like an erotic shampoo.  A rope struck
Benny in the chest and it soaked into his partially unbuttoned shirt as it
oozed down the front and inside it.  Bobby reached out with his hands and
caught a gob with a huge, toothy eleven-year-old grin's and brought the
gooey white cream to his mouth.
     Getting spattered by the giant was so hot the three teens trembled as
they creamed their jeans.  They were already soaked so it didn't make any
sense to hold back what was going to happen, and it happened too fast for
them to do anything about it anyway.  Their boy cocks throbbed just as
hotly and forcefully as the giant volcano they were still holding onto as
their teen juice erupted out of their bodies and flowed over their
crotches.  It stuck in their hairs and soaked into their underwear and it
flowed over their balls and along the crevices between their crotch and
legs to run down their thighs.  They were young, and they were hot, and
their balls had been full.  So evidently had been the giant's balls as his
cum continued to flow out of his cock, now oozing over the mushroom cap and
down the shaft as the pressure subsided.
     The only one among them not able to have a wet orgasm, their kid
brother Bobby, trembled with his dry climax with just as much pleasure as
his brothers and the giant.  His little cocklet was only three-and-a-half
inches long, but to him it seemed gigantic as his swollen prick throbbed in
time to the beating of his heart and the tip of it burned as if on fire.
As his body jerked uncontrollably with his orgasm, he grasped the giant's
stiff cock for support and pressed his smooth cheek against the cum-slick
knob.  The silky feeling of the giant's hot, slimy cum against his smooth
cheek sent the eleven-year-old ballistic and he trembled more violently
than he'd ever had before.
     The four boys finally sat in the giant's lap and caught their breath,
the four of them panting and flushed as if having run a four-minute mile.
It took a long time for them to recover, and when they finally had, the
giant had gone limp.  With some difficulty and a lot of giggling, they
managed to tuck his sticky dick back in his pants and do up his fly before
lowering themselves from his lap and dropping to the floor.
     "Oh, I'd forgotten you were here," the giant's wife said just as they
reached the kitchen door.
     "Oh, hi," the boys said, glancing at each other guiltily and realizing
for the first time that she could have walked into the kitchen any time and
caught them jacking off her husband's cock!  Now that would have been
difficult to explain!
     "You boys must have been awfully hot all this time in the oven," she
observed as she crouched down.  As she inhaled deeply, a puzzled look
crossed her face.  "My, you do have a unique odor about you."  She sniffed
a couple more times.  "I've smelled that scent some where before," she said
with a vexed look on her face as she tried to remember where.
     "Ah, well, ah. . . ." began Benny as he and his brothers wondered what
she'd do if she found out they'd just brought her husband off.
     "It's a very common cologne for boys where we come from," offered
Brett, thinking fast.
     "Oh yeah, you take a good sniff of any boy our age and you'll find the
same smell," volunteered his twin brother.
     "Yeah, we put it on at least three or four times a day," Benny added
in support.
     "They even put some on me," Bobby said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"They're good brothers."
     "Ah, do you have any idea how we can get home, by the way?" asked
Brett, changing the subject before the giantess realized what the odor was.
     "Where do you live?"
     "Ah, well, down on Earth," said the fifteen-year-old.
     "Oh my, how did you get up here?"
     "Ah, well, I don't think you really want to know," said Brent as he
and his brothers looked at Benny.  "It's, ah, well, sortta disgusting."
     "I see," she said, evidently knowing enough about the way of boys to
dare pursue an answer.  "Just a moment."  Stepping over to the kitchen
table, she scooped up the coins and put them back in their sacks and then
put the sacks away.
     "Now then," she said as she returned, "we had better be getting you
home."
     Scooping them up, she strode across the clouds, and then slipping them
in her apron pocket so she would not drop them, she descended down to
earth.  Just how she did that the boys had no idea, being in her pocket.
Gingerly lifting them out of her apron, she set them down in Murray park,
the closest place a giantess could get to their house without being seen.
She then reached back in her apron, and took out four large gold coins and
placed them on the ground beside them.  Each coin was seven inches in
diameter and weighed close to a pound.
     "What is this for?" asked Brett as the four brothers looked up at her.
     "For being such nice, polite boys," she said.  "Most would have tried
to steal my husband's coins while he slept, or done something even worse.
There has always been a great animosity between us giants and you humans."
     "Just comes from not taking time to get to know each other," observed
Bobby, causing the giantess to smile and pat him on the head.  Turning
around, she headed back up into the clouds as if climbing some giant,
invisible steps.  The boys watched as she disappeared into the clouds, and
then turned and dashed home, arriving just seconds before their parents.
     "Sorry about supper, honey," Barry said as he greeted his wife with a
kiss.
     "Supper?"
     "Not being able to get home."
     "You weren't home for supper?"
     "Why no.  Weren't you?"
     The two parents quickly filled each other in on what had happened and
turned as one to look at their boys.
     "That's okay," said Brett.  "We were able to look after ourselves."
     "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-sure," said Bobby.
     "Oh dear, your lessons don't seem to be helping at all," Brenda
observed with dismay.
     "Oh I'm sure Zac will have Bobby's problem cured soon," said Brent, he
and his brothers thinking of a far different problem Bobby was trying to
solve than the one their two parents were thinking of.
     "What have you boys been doing anyway?" Brenda asked, sniffing the
air.
  "You have a most peculiar smell about you."
     "Oh ... ah well, we were, ah ... working on a science project," Brett
said quickly.
     "... had some cream of mushroom soup for a snack," replied Brent at
the same time.
     "... digging in the garden for worms," Bobby offered at the same time
as the twins.
     "... on our way for a bath," said Benny, speaking at the same time as
his brothers.
     "Oh, and while we were digging, we found these," Brett said,
indicating the coins the boys and put on the kitchen table.  His three
brothers looked at him in appreciation and with brotherly awe at the way he
was able to think on his feet.  He'd saved them with his quick thinking
more times than they could remember.  Of course, they always found a way to
repay him as they prepared for bed, much to the mutual delight of all.
     "You could use them to pay some builders to add on to our house, or
toward buying a bigger house," suggested Brent.
     "Oh yeah, awesome idea," his brothers agreed.  They hadn't had time to
think what they'd do with their surprising financial gain, but spending it
on their parents and the triplets sounded like an excellent idea.  As the
giantess had observed, they were nice, polite boys, and whereas many boys
would have been thinking of themselves, they were more than satisfied with
what they had already.
     Brenda and Barry were both delighted that the boys were giving them
such newly found wealth, but being adults, took a much more practical
outlook on the windfall.  They told them first they had to report the find
to the police and wait in case anyone claimed the coins.  Then they'd
decide what to do with the money, and if it was really gold, there would be
enough for what they'd suggested and to put a nice sum away for their
college education besides.
     "Awesome," said Brett, and his three brothers agreed.
     "Well, we'd better go have that bath," suggested Benny.
     "Oh yeah," his three brothers said and the four scooted down the hall
before they could be asked any other questions.
     Looking at each other with bemusement, Brenda and Barry shrugged and
headed up to the triplet's room to put them to bed, telling them that they
truly had four wonderful brothers.  Their four older brothers had by then
stripped and jumped in the shower together.  They were very environmentally
conscious when it came to saving energy and resources, including water.
Besides, being true, loving brothers, they enjoyed doing things as a
foursome, like getting revenge on the jocks and preppies who were always
acting so superior and putting them down and on the bullies who were always
teasing and picking on them, helping each other with their homework, doing
scouting projects together, showering, jacking off giants, you name it.  Of
course all that closeness and warm water and soapy fingers resulted in
something else that they enjoyed doing together also, and which had
prompted their mother to observe on more than one occasion that unlike most
mothers of boys, she never had any trouble getting her boys to take baths.
     "What would you like for supper tonight?" Brenda asked at the
breakfast table the following morning.
     "Is there any beans and ham left?" Barry asked.  "I'm really sorry I
missed having them last night."
     "Yes, there's plenty left," Brenda replied.  "You boys mind having
left-overs tonight?"
     "Fu-, fu-, fu-," began Bobby.
     "Fugoodness sakes no," finished Benny, and his three brothers nodded
vigorously as they thought about the experience they'd had the day before
as a result of the beans.
     "Now, you know you're not suppose to finish off Bobby's statements,"
chastised Brenda.
     "Sorry.  It's just so tempting to finish off Bobby," Benny said with a
twinkle in his eyes as his younger brother gave him a kick under the table.
     "Oh yeah," replied the twins, their blue eyes sparkling as they had
the same thought as Benny, and sitting across from their younger brothers,
got a kick from Bobby also.
     "Do you think that what happened last night would happen again?" asked
Benny as they headed off to school.
     "Wouldn't that be awesome?" asked Brent.
     "Oh yeah!" all four agreed.
     That possibility and the memory of their experience with the giant
kept the boys' minds occupied and their dicks hard for the rest of the day,
not that thinking of sex and having a boner all day was anything unusual
for the four brothers.  That night, they had double helpings, not that
having double helpings was unusual for the healthy, active boys either.
Afterward they headed straight to their room to do their homework, which
being good, conscientious boys was not unusual either, especially with the
motivation of having sex when they were done.  As they sat at their desks
straining their brains, they also strained their abdominal muscles trying
to fart, which being boys, was not all that unusual either once you think
about it.  All in all, for the Brewster brothers, it was a typical day.
     "I think I'm going to do it, guys," Benny announced an hour later.
     "Hey, way to go, bro!" cheered Bobby, and his two older brothers
agreed.
     Benny was right, and let rip with a loud, juicy, foul fart, and once
again the boys were engulfed in a green fog that smelled like rotten eggs
and made them gag and their eyes to water.  When their eyes cleared, they
found themselves once again in the clouds.  They immediately headed for the
giant's castle with high hopes.  Fortunately for them, the door was ajar
again.  Slipping inside, they headed straight for the kitchen where the
giant's wife was setting the table for their supper.
     "Why, whatever are you boys doing here again.  Didn't you remember my
warning about my husband?"
     "Well, yeah," Benny said, looking at his three brothers for a
suggestion.
     "But we smelled your cooking," said Brent.
     "And it smelled so delicious we couldn't help coming in," added Benny.
     "We heard you were the best cook around," Brett contributed.
     "Besides being the prettiest giantess," added Bobby, looking up at her
with all the sweetness of an eleven-year-old boy, which caused his three
brothers to look at him with raised eyebrows.  There was bull shit, and
there was bull shit.
     "Well," she said with a huge smile, "aren't you four the sweetest
little darlings." As she bent over the four boys were certain she was going
to kiss them, and they began to brace themselves when they heard the castle
doors swing open and footsteps clunking down the hall.  "Oh dear, my
husband has come home," she said, scooping them up and looking about in a
fluster.  Whipping open the oven door, she popped the boys inside, leaving
it open a crack to give them air.
     "Fe, fi, fo, fum," her husband thundered.  "I smell a young boy's
bum."
     He immediately began to look around, checking out the floor, looking
under the table and chairs, and looking behind the breadbox and cookie jar
on the counter. The oven having just been used, the boys had begun to
perspire profusely, and not one of them would have been surprised if the
giant had smelt them the way they were sweating.  They unbuttoned their
shirts and it was only the fear of being caught and having to make a run
for it that stopped them from stripping naked.
     "Nonsense, dear," his wife replied, glancing down at the oven.  "I've
baked you some nice, mincemeat tarts for desert.  That is what you smell."
     "Hmmmm," the giant replied, "a young boy's crack does taste like
mincemeat at that."  He gave his wife a big hug.  "You are the best cook in
the land."
     "And?"
     "And the loveliest," he said, giving her a loud kiss before sitting
down at the table.
     Beaming happily, his wife served him his supper, a thick, juicy steak
three feet across and almost a foot thick, a mountain of baked potatoes
with rich brown gravy, and broccoli that looked like small bushes to the
boys who were peering out of the crack between the oven door and the frame.
Of course for desert she served him a couple mincemeat tarts.  After his
meal, he had his wife bring him his pet chicken, and while she began to do
the dishes he went into the living room.  Sitting in his favorite chair
before the fireplace, he stroked his chicken and talked to it.
     The boys, meanwhile, slipped out of the oven and headed for the door
in search of the giant.  Just as they entered the living room, the chicken,
whose head would have touched the ceiling in their bedroom, was headed over
to its nest by the fireplace.  The boys dived under the sofa in fear,
afraid it might mistake them for grasshoppers or something.
     "Lay," ordered the giant.  The chicken clucked loudly for a few
minutes, and then standing up, revealed a large, foot-long chocolate egg.
"Good girl," thundered the giant as he walked over and picked up the egg.
     The chicken clucked loudly for a while, and then settling down in its
nest, it fell asleep, just like its master had done in his favorite chair.
The boys wasted no time scooting across the floor and climbing up his leg.
Once again Bobby pulled down his fly and extracted his cock.  The giant
stirred and smiled in his sleep as the boys began to get him erect.
     "It is sooooo huge," Benny observed in admiration.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Brent.  "Can you imagine something that size up your
butt?"
     "Bet it would feel like Mom's cunt felt when she was having the
triplets."
     "Oh yeah!  Now that would be awesome!"
     "Can you imagine what it would be like to fuck his butt?" Brett asked.
     "Oh man, I bet his hole is a foot across," observed Bobby.
     "Well, maybe not quite that big, but at least six inches," corrected
Benny, having compared sizes and figured out the giant's dimensions as
being roughly six times that of an average adult.
     "One thing for sure, you'd have to be careful.  If you were fucking
him and he sucked in, you could find yourself up to your waist up his
butt," giggled Bobby.
     "In that case, you don't want to be rimming him," observed Brent, or
you'd find yourself up to your waist but head first."
     "Ewwwwww," responded his brothers, and the four giggled.
     "Too bad we can't take his pants off," observed Brett.  "I'd love to
see his balls."
     "Oh yeah," his three brothers agreed.
     While the boys had been talking, Benny had stood under the towering
cock, and wrapping his arms and legs about it, had used his weight to bend
it down.
     "What you trying to do, Benny?"
     "Come help me."
     His three brothers added their weight and strength to bend the giant's
erection down so that instead of sticking up in the air, it was between the
giant's outspread legs and parallel to the seat of the chair.  While his
three brothers sat on it to hold it down, Benny pulled down his fly, and
undoing the snap to his trousers, pushed his pants and underwear down to
his ankles.  Of course he had a boner.  Kneeling between the giant's huge,
outspread thighs and on the edge of the chair, he grasped his little
erection, four-and-a-half inches long and just over an inch in diameter,
and placed the tip against the peehole of the giant's humongous
four-foot-long cock.
     The boys giggled at the difference, but as Benny grasped the giant's
huge knob and began to push his cock forward, they realized what he was
attempting to do and stopped giggling.  They looked down at the giant's
opening and held their breath as Benny forced his little stiff cock against
it.  Ever so slowly Benny's knob began to wedge into the giant's urethra,
and his three brothers glanced up at the giant, their hearts racing in the
fear the giant would wake up for sure.  Glancing back down, they watched in
amazement as Benny's slender cock slowly sunk up the core of the giant's
thick dick until the tip was pressing against Benny's tight dark brown
hairs.  The thought of having something stuck up their urethra sent a
shiver up their spines and up their own erections, and as one they thought
about the leprechaun and wood fairy they had met one Saint Patrick's day,
and they tried to recall if the leprechaun still owed them a wish.  Having
a little fairy dick stuck up theirs would be awesome!
     Grasping the giant's knob, Benny began to slowly and carefully
withdraw his cock, causing the giant's cock to tremble, but with the three
boys straddling it, it remained at right angles to the giant's huge, hairy
stomach.  Benny slowly pushed forward again, sinking his cock up the
giant's urethra.  It was so hot watching their brother's cock sliding in
and out of the giant's, and the three brothers were soon aching to get off
a load.  They snuggled closer to each other, so that Brent's dick was
pressed against his twin brother's backside, and Brett's dick was pressed
against his kid brother's.  Bobby reached down and squeezed his aching
little cocklet.
     Benny was perspiring and the sweat trickled down his flushed cheeks
and down his chest.  His eyes were closed, and from the look on his face,
his brothers knew he was close to coming.  He was, and the
thirteen-year-old could not believe what he was doing.  His slender little
dick was inside a giant cock, inside a man's pee channel.  He'd never even
fantasized of doing such a thing before, and he had some pretty wild
fantasies.  That made what he was doing all the more awesome.  It was not
unlike having his dick buried up Justin's butt actually.  It was warm, and
moist, and tighter than hell.
     It was of course different in many ways.  It was so fucking erotic to
be grasping the giant's huge mushroom-shaped knob, which was about the
circumference of a basketball, and which was about the size of Justin's
butt also, and to be fucking it.  He had his cock inside another cock, and
he was fucking it!  It was just too much.  With a grunt and a long sigh, he
grasped the giant's engorged knob tightly and shot his load.  Squirt after
squirt shot down the man's urethra and Benny trembled with his ejaculation
as his thighs went weak and his head spun.
     "Oh, maaaaan, that was so fuckin' hot!" he sighed as he stood up and
stepped back a couple minutes later.
     "Look out!" cried his three brothers.
     Forgetting where he was, he teetered there on the edge of the sofa
chair for a moment and almost fell over backwards before fortunately
regaining his balance.  He and Brent traded places, and although the
fifteen-year-old's dick was slightly thicker than his thirteen-year-old
brother's, he too managed to sink it up the giant's urethra, helped of
course by the lubrication of Benny's cum.  As he sunk his cock up the
giant's urethra, his three brothers watched the giant's face closely for
any sign of waking up, but his only response was to sigh loudly as a look
of pleasure crossed over his face.  They wondered if he was dreaming, and
what his dream was about.
     Like his younger brother, Brent grasped the basketball sized knob and
began to slowly and carefully work his hips to and fro, amazed at how
erotic it was to have his cock inside another.  Holding on to the spongy,
engorged knob, he looked down and watched his bone slide in and out of the
giant cock and he was reminded of a picture Billy had shown him called a
Prince's wand, a piece of jewelry like a thick wire that was stuck up a
guy's pee hole.  The idea of having something like that didn't seem so
discomforting now.  In fact, it was fucking erotic.  As his cock tingled
and throbbed pleasantly he began to pump his hips faster.  Who would have
ever imagined he'd ever be fucking a giant's peehole!  It was with those
erotic thoughts that the young teen thrust his hips forward and pumped his
load down the giant's urethra too.
     Brett followed, and after being fucked by two hot, horny teens and
having their loads shot down his urethra, the giant's unusual fuck cavity
was slick and eager to be prodded so that Brett had no difficulty at all
slipping his bone up it.  The fifteen-year-old boy was used to having his
cock up a hole that had been pre-lubed by one or both of his brothers, and
actually the experience of sliding his hot, aching cock through his
brothers' cum was highly erotic in itself, and he knew his brothers felt
the same when he preceded them.  As he worked his hips to and fro, working
his five and three-quarter inch cock in and out of the irritated peehole,
he massaged the firm knob of the giant's cock just as he would massage a
boy's butt as he fucked it.  His teen cock throbbed hotly and his young
balls slowly began to tighten.  Sex was such an awesome experience he did
not understand how anyone could feel it was morally right to limit it to
adults.
     By this time the giant was feeling the effects of having his urethra
fucked, and his cock was throbbing hotly between the legs of the three
Brewster brothers who were straddling it.  They kept an eye on his face,
and were ready to leap off his cock and make a bee-line for the door at the
slightest hint he was waking up, but from his sighs and moans he was giving
no indication of doing so.  The boys figured his subconscious was enjoying
the stimulation of his cockhead so much that it was keeping him asleep on
purpose so it would last, sort of like it must do when you are having a wet
dream.  Brett's long, passionate sigh returned their attention to him, and
they watched knowingly as the fifteen-year-old shuddered and his eyes
glazed over as he reached his orgasm and his hot, teen cum shot up the
giant's urethra.  He trembled and sighed, his pants and underwear about his
ankles and his young dick buried up to his curly blond hairs up the giant's
urethra.
     Bobby was last, and like Brett, was accustomed to slipping his dick up
a hole that had been lubed by his brothers' teenage juice. Pushing down his
cargo pants and his Y-front jockey shorts, he eagerly and easily slipped
his tiny cocklet up the giant's urethra.  The eleven-year-old wished that
the time would hurry up and come when he too could shoot, not that he had
any complaints about how great it felt to have a dry orgasm.  Actually, he
knew he had the advantage over his brothers of being able to recover faster
and to have more climaxes because he didn't have to wait for his nuts to
recuperate.  Still, he figured it had to be awesome to feel your stuff
squirting out of your body and into someone else's.  It certainly felt
awesome to have his brothers squirt their stuff in his body.
     As Bobby's tiny dick slid in and out of the giant's cock, the giant
trembled and his breathing became heavier.  Of course the boys knew what
that meant, but they were so intent on watching their kid brother working
his little dicklet in and out of the fat sausage that they were straddling,
that the significance didn't dawn on them.  As he slid his cock in and out
of the firm, engorged knob of the giant's dick, Bobby felt the giant open
and close his urethra just like he felt boys he'd fucked open and close
their anal sphincter, and just like he himself opened and closed his
peehole as he approached that totally fantastic point of orgasm.  Like his
brothers, he was concentrating on his pleasure, and the significance of
what was happening did not down on him either.
     The giant's cock by this time was jerking so violently it reminded
them of riding the coin- operated horse at the mall, something which they
had done not all that long ago actually in the grand scheme of things.
They tightened their legs about the eight-inch diameter tube which was
throbbing so hotly they could feel the pulse and the heat through their
trousers.  Bobby's breath was more strained also as he felt that delightful
point of ecstasy only boys can know approaching, and finally his young body
trembled and he gasped in pure delight as the first wave of his dry climax
struck him.
     "Oh fuck yeah," he sighed, releasing his hold on the giant's knob and
throwing back his head and arching his body backward as wave after wave of
pleasure throbbed through his little dick and his loins went weak.  He
trembled and sighed and groaned as the giant's cock tightened its grip
about his little, quivering dick
     Suddenly the giant's cock jerked violently, raising the three Brewster
boys riding it in the air and lifting Bobby off his knees.  His three
brothers watched in wide-eyed shock as their kid brother suddenly went
flying through the air like a human cannonball, a thick rope of cum
shooting him past the giant's knees.  Like a cork shot from a champaign
bottle, he flew through the air and disappeared from their line of sight.
Several more ropes of cum followed, each one causing the giant's cock to
raise up and causing the boys to squeeze their legs about the throbbing
tube.  Brett wrapped his arms about Brent, Brent wrapped his about Benny,
and Benny reached down and wrapped his arms about the throbbing, jerking
tube his legs were straddling as the three brothers hung on for dear life
least they fall off.
     It took several minutes for the giant's violent ejaculation before the
boys were able to slip off his cock.  Climbing up on his thighs, the three
boys hurried along them to his knees and looked down at the floor in search
for their kid brother, afraid that he'd been hurt, possibly even killed by
the fall.  It would have been an awesome way to go, but they prayed that it
was not so.  At first they could not spot him, having underestimated the
distance the giant had shot, but as they looked farther away from the
chair, the three spotted him at the same time.  Sitting there on the floor
over four yards away in the middle of a gooey, white puddle, soaked by the
giant's cum from the waist down, Bobby looked up at them in wide-eyed
delight, his hazel eyes sparkling and a huge grin stretching from one ear
to the next, visible even at that distance.  He raised a sticky, dripping
hand and waved at them and then gave them the thumbs up sign.
     "You all right Bobby?" called Brent.
     "I'm fuckin' soaked," the eleven-year-old replied indignantly as he
looked at the puddle he was sitting in.  Looking back up at his brothers
staring down at him, he grinned.  "Maaaaaan, that was so fucking awesome!"
     "Oh yeah!" his brothers agreed.
     "You were like a fucking human cannonball, Bobby."
     "Well, that was some cannon I was fucking," Bobby replied.
     The boys began to giggle, and once they began, they could not stop.
The three teenagers had to sit down on the giant's leg before they fell
off.
     "Hope you guys don't mind putting that cannon away yourselves," Bobby
called up.  "I don't much feel like climbing back up there again."
     The giant by that time had begun to soften and the boys, with some
difficulty, tucked his cock back in and did up his fly.  Bobby had
meanwhile gotten to his feet and had dried himself off as best he could on
the giant's pant leg.  Shimmying down the giant's pant legs, the three
teens joined their younger brother and the four brothers crossed the living
room and headed down the hall for the door.  As a large, dark shadow
suddenly fell over them, they froze and their hearts leaped to their
throats.
     "So, there your are," the giantess said.  "I thought you had left."
     "Ah, well, we were just about to."
     "Yeah.  We, ah, well, its hard to know which way to go with your house
being so huge and all."
     "Yeah, we sortta got lost."
     "Oh, you poor boys," she said sorrowfully.  "You must have been
terrified.  I should have fetched you out of the oven and gotten you
outside the moment my husband left the kitchen."
     "That's okay," the four boys chimed.
     "Well now, you boys just wait there a minute," she said.  "Don't
move."
  Slipping into the kitchen, she returned a few minutes later.  Scooping
the boys up with her hand, she once again remarked that the fragrance of
their cologne was very familiar and she paused as she tried to recall when
and where she'd smelled it before.  She might have had Brett not
interrupted her and told her that it was getting late and their parents
would begin worrying where they were.  Slipping them in one of the pockets
of her apron, she once again returned them to Murray Park.  "Here," she
said, reaching into one of the other pockets of her apron and taking out
four mincemeat tarts, each one the diameter of a small pizza..
     "What is that for?" Brett asked.
     "Just a small thank you for your kind words," she said.  "And," she
continued with a motherly smile, reaching into the third pocket and taking
out four large, chocolate eggs, "I know young boys love chocolate more than
anything else in the world."
     Bobby was about to say that there was one thing that he, and his
brothers, liked even better than that, but he decided it would be wise to
stay quiet.
     Thanking her kindly, the boys began to stagger home with her two gifts
as she climbed back up into the clouds.  The mincemeat tarts would make an
awesome snack, and after their adventure, they were feeling particularly
hungry.  As for the chocolate eggs, wait until they showed those off at
school!  Sneaking in the back door, they took the tarts and chocolate eggs
up to their room.
     "You know, having shot stains in our underwear is one thing," observed
Brett as the boys sat around one of tarts and Brent cut it into eight
sections like a pizza.  "But having your pants stained from the waist to
the cuffs is something else, Bobby."
     "Oh yeah," agreed Brent as he picked up a wedge of tart.
     "You think Mom knows what those stains are in our underwear?" asked
Benny as he picked up a wedge also.
     The four boys glanced at one another.  "Naaaaw," they decided as one
as they wrinkled up their noses and shook their heads.
     "That giant sure did cum anyway," observed Brent.
     "Oh fuck yeah," agreed Bobby.
     "It had to be at almost a cup full," Brett estimated.
     "Wouldn't it be awesome to shoot that much?" asked Benny.
     "Fuck yeah," his three brothers responded, and as one they reached
down to adjust the position of their growing cocks as they thought what
that might be like.  Maybe they'd just have two tarts now, and have the
other two after they had a bit of fun.
     "So, what would you boys like for supper tonight?" Brenda asked over
the breakfast table two weeks later, as she often did.
     "You got any more of those beans left?" asked Bobby.
     "Beans?" she asked in surprise.  That never having been one of their
favorite foods, she could not help being suspicious.
     "Yeah," said Brent.  "The way you cooked them was great."
     "Delicious," added Brett.
     "Scrumptious," Benny contributed.
     "It was good, honey," added Barry.
     "It wasn't good honey, it was good beans, Dad," Bobby advised with an
impish grin and the four boys giggled.
     "But the way you cooked it, it tasted like honey," observed Brent with
his smooth tongue.
     "Everything Mom cooks tastes great," supported his twin brother.
     "I second that," Barry agreed.
     "Bet you could even make road kill taste great," contributed Bobby.
     "Road kill?" asked his three brothers and parents as they wrinkled up
their noses.
     "Well, I bet you could," the eleven-year-old said defensively.
     And so it was that Brenda cooked up the rest of the beans with some
ham hocks for supper.  Once again the boys ate with eager anticipation, and
then slipped off to their room to do their homework, which they worked on
diligently so they would have the rest of the evening for fun.  Once again,
they concentrated on farting as hard as they did on their school work, and
this time, three-quarters of an hour later, Brent succeeded.  Once more
they found themselves in the clouds and without a moment of wonder, they
headed directly for the castle, and directly for the kitchen.
     "Well," said the giantess as she spotted them.  "I wondered if I'd
ever be seeing you boys again."
     She seemed to be very happy to see them compared to her fear for their
safety the first two times.
     "Well, its not exactly easy to get here," Benny observed and he and
his two brothers glanced over at Brent.
     "You never have told me how you do get here," she observed, giving the
boys a curious look.
     "Oh, well, ah, it is rather complex," said Brett, glancing at his
brothers for a suggestion.  They looked back at him blankly.  If he didn't
have a quick answer, they sure the fuck didn't.
     "We don't often get humans from earth coming up here.  And," she added
with a smile, "certainly not such pleasant young boys as yourselves."
     "Well, those mincemeat tarts were so fu-, fu-, fabulous," stumbled
Bobby, we had to come back up here to thank you.
     "Oh yeah, they were totally awesome," agreed Brent, and his two
brothers nodded agreement.
     "Well, thank you very much," the giantess said, clearly pleased.  "But
you are taking a great chance coming here.  One of these times my husband
is going to find you, and I warned you, he likes to eat young boys like
you."
     "Well, we did have to come tell you what a great cook you are and to
thank you for the chocolate eggs," Brent replied.
     "You are sweet," she said, her deep blue eyes sparkling merrily as she
reached down and patted each of them gently on the head.  "But the risk is
even greater than you realize.  The last two times you were here my husband
smelt you."  She squatted down and leaned toward the four boys.  "And each
time after you left, he woke up in great spirits, and well, he'd had a very
nice type of dream that smelling you had to have caused," she advised,
being too delicate a giantess to be so vulgar as to tell the sweet,
innocent boys that her husband had had a wet dream on each of their
previous visits.
     The boys of course knew exactly what she was thinking, but before they
could respond, once again castle doors banged open and they heard the giant
walking toward the kitchen.  Once again the giantess popped them in the
oven, which once again was warm from having been used to cook their supper.
(In case you are beginning to become skeptical about the truth of this
story because of the similarities between each of these encounters, the
author would like to remind you that repetition is one of the
characteristics of good fairy tales.)
     "Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell a young boy's bum," he announced as he
stepped into the room, and immediately began to look around.
     "Nonsense, dear.  I've baked you a nice ham for supper.  I'm sure that
is what you smell."
     "Ah," he said, as he sat down.  "A young boy's bum does smell just
like a freshly baked ham, and tastes just as delicious as one too,
especially when it is nice and warm and sweaty."
     The four boys, perspiring profusely in the warm oven, clenched their
buttholes closed as they felt the sweat trickling down their cracks.  Once
again the giantess had left the oven door open a crack, and the boys once
again crowded close to it to get a bit of cool air, and to watch the giant.
He was a ferocious looking man with a bristly beard, bulbous nose and ruddy
complexion, and being six times the size of a normal man his pores looked
like little pockmarks, making him look all the more ugly.  As they watched
him cut off a huge slab of ham and pop it in his mouth, the four boys
realized for the first time just how dangerous it had been giving in to
their raging hormones and purposefully seeking the giant out again.  As he
popped another chunk of ham in his mouth and began to chew it, they
imagined it being their backsides, and each grimaced with the thought and
began they began to sweat even more profusely, now from both the heat of
the oven and fear.  Cutting open a baked potato that was as huge as one of
the boy's desks in their bedroom, the giant added several huge slabs of
butter and bacon bits and then scooped up a fork full and shoved it in his
mouth.  Even though they had recently eaten and despite their fear, the
boys' mouths watered as they watched the giant wolf down his food.
     Telling his wife he was going to relax with his harp after supper, the
giant headed for the living room and she began to put away the dishes.
Their curiosity overcoming their fear, the four brothers leaped out of the
oven and headed for the living room, just barely being missed getting
stepped on by the giantess.  They found the giant laying on the floor
before the fireplace, his harp beside him.  It was about the same height as
the twins, which made it far too small for the giant to play, but he did
not need to for it was a magical harp.  The front, or voice box, was carved
in the form of a beautiful, naked young boy in his teens leaning forward
from his ankles with his head thrown back.  It was made of a golden-brown
wood the color of butterscotch, reminding the boys of their good friend
Cam.  His penis was extracted so that it curled between his legs and stood
straight up behind him to form the back or pillar of the harp.
     As the strings began to play on their own accord, the carved head of
the harp opened its mouth and a boy's beautiful, high alto voice began to
sing.  The giant, and the four brothers, lay there transfixed by the
beautiful music and the wondrous voice.  Time passed quickly, and when the
giant finally fell asleep, the harp stopped playing and the mouth closed as
if it had fallen asleep too.
     Crawling out from under the sofa, the boys cautiously approached the
harp, which was only a couple inches taller than the twins.  Being boys,
and being the Brewsters, they could not help reaching out and touching the
soft, carved wood.  It was smooth and warm to the touch, almost as if it
was made of flesh.  Benny ran his fingertips over the smooth, silky
testicles as he imagined what it might be like if a harp could come, and
wondered if his cum would have a woody taste. Brett ran his fingers over
the smooth buttocks and marveled at the detail the carver had gone to as he
slipped an index finger along the smooth crack and discovered a tiny carved
butthole.  As he fingered the wooden hole, he imagined what it would be
like to fuck the harp's smooth wooden ass.
     Brent meanwhile was caressing the harp's smooth chest, and like his
twin brother, marveled at the detail as he fingered the tiny nipples,
complete with areola.  The harp had been given the smooth body of a boy in
his mid teens, his muscles rounded but having begun to take on the
definition that comes with age.  It felt as if he was caressing a real boy,
and his cock began to swell in his pants.  Bobby, of course, had grasped
the harp's curved dick in both of his hands.  Like his brothers, he was
amazed at the fine detail the maker of the harp had gone to.  He'd held
plenty of erect teenage dick in his hands, and this felt exactly like his
older brothers', having the same texture and circumference, and the same
triangular feel.  Only the exaggerated length was different, and the
eleven-year-old, along with his three brothers, wished that his cock was as
long.
     The strings of the harp began to play, a soft, romantic tune, and it
began to sing.  Removing their hands immediately as if the harp had become
white hot, the four boys glanced over at the giant fearfully.  Relieved
that he had not awoken, they could not help reaching out and caressing the
harp once again, this time keeping one eye on the slumbering giant.  The
more firmly the four brothers caressed the harp, the louder the music
became and the sweeter his voice sounded.  The romantic music, the
beautiful voice of a young boy, and the feel of the harp's smooth, firm
body soon had each of the brothers stiff and aching for sex.  They were
feeling so aroused and they were so engrossed in what they were doing, they
did not notice the giant slowly begin to wake up.
     "Fe, fi, fo, fum," he suddenly thundered as he looked directly at the
four brothers, "I smell a young boy's bum!  Four of them!  Now what do you
think you're doing with my harp?"
     The four boys froze as they stared at the glaring, angry giant.  He
suddenly reached over and plucked up Bobby, who at four-foot-six, would
have seemed to the giant about three-quarters as large as Suzie's plastic
Ken doll would seem to an adult.  Sitting up and holding the boy by the
back of his collar, the giant pulled down the kicking boy's fly, and
unsnapping the snap, pulled off his pants along with one of his runners.
Reaching back up, his huge fingers pinched the youngster's white Y-front
and drew them off, along with his other runner and his socks.
     "Hey!  What the fuck you think you're doing!" the boy called out,
knowing very well what the giant was up to.  If you're going to eat a
burger, you have to remove the paper it was wrapped in first.  It was the
same if you were going to munch down on a boy.
  "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"  the eleven-year-old screamed at the top of his lungs as
the giant raised him higher in the air and opened his mouth wide.  The
giant's huge, red tongue curled out and beginning at Bobby's tail bone,
licked him down along the crack, between his legs, and up over his nuts and
dick to his belly button.  "Ahhhhhh," he screamed again in terror, taking
no delight in being treated like a boy popsicle.
     Bobby's brothers had no idea what they were going to do, but they had
to do something to save their kid brother before he became a mid evening
snack.  They rushed the giant, Brett figured he'd go for the giants eyes,
Brent figuring he'd pull on his long beard, and Benny figuring he'd kick
him in the nuts, though none of them had figured out how they were going to
reach their intended objects in the first place.
     Bobby continued his nonstop screaming as the giant's tongue reversed
and ran down over his stomach, cock and balls and up between his legs and
along his butt crack.  As Brent, Brett and Benny reached the giant, he
reached out and brushed the boys back with one effortless sweep.
Scrambling to their feet, they rushed the giant again as he opened his
mouth wide and turning Bobby around, fastened his lips to Bobby's backside.
Continuing to scream, the eleven-year-old clenched his eyes shut even
though he could not see what was about to happen and cringed, certain he
was going to feel the giant's teeth tear into his tender backside.  What he
felt instead was the giant's tongue sweep across his butt and his mouth
suck on his ass.  Once again the giant swept his brothers back, and once
again they scrambled to their feet and charged, determined to do their best
to save their brother.
     "Aaaaah unghhhh," cried out the eleven-year-old as he felt the hot,
giant tongue lapping at his hole.  "Aaaah unghh," he repeated, the terror
no longer in his voice.
  "Unnngghhh, aaaaah," he cried out in a voice that his three brothers knew
very well as the giant's tongue ran down his crack.
     They paused and looked up.  Even sitting on the floor, the giant still
towered above them, and their kid brother was dangling at least fifteen
feet in the air, naked from the waist down and his backside firmly encased
by the giant's mouth.  As the giant's tongue darted against his little
pucker, he opened it wide and cried out in ecstasy again.  If there was any
doubt in his brothers' minds that he was enjoying this, the sight of his
little dicklet beginning to swell dispelled it.
     "Bobby?" called out Brent.
     "Ahhh, that's it, suck my fuckin' asshole," sighed the hazel-haired
youngster.  "Ah maaaaaaan!" he sighed.
     "Bobby!  Are you all right?"
     "Oh fuck man, this is the most fucking awesome pleasure I've ever
fuckin' had," he replied, looking down at his brothers with wide-eyed
delight.
     Turning him around and continuing to hold him by the collar of his
shirt, the giant placed his lips over the young boy's groin and flat belly
and sucked in as his tongue darted at the boy's rapidly swelling dick.
Unable to pull away even if he'd wanted to with the suction that had been
created, Bobby quivered uncontrollably as the hot, wet tongue lapped at his
balls, his loins, and his stiff little dick all at the same time.  "Cancel
that last message!"  groaned the eleven-year-old.  "Now this is the most
fuckin' awe-ahhhh., ahhhhhhh!" he screamed as ripples of arousal shot up
his stiff dick.
     His brothers looked at each other in amazement and then looked back up
at their kid brother dangling in the air above their heads.  When the
giant's wife had said he liked to eat young boys, this was not what they
thought she had meant.
     Finally exhaling and releasing his suction, the giant puckered his
lips and ever so gently slipped them over Bobby's stiff little dicklet,
which in comparison had to be like sucking on a half- inch juice box straw.
He sucked gently for a few seconds, and then resumed his licking from
Bobby's tail bone to his belly button and back, his huge, moist tongue
leaving the boy awash with pleasure like he'd never felt in his young life.
Over and over the giant rimmed him and licked his privates, causing Bobby
to squirm and groan with pleasure even louder than he usually did, which
was something because he was a groaner as it was.  Finally he began to buck
uncontrollably and his brothers knew he'd reached his orgasm.  When the
giant put him down on the floor, he sat there for several minutes in dazed
ecstasy, just staring off into space with a silly grin.
     The giant had meanwhile picked up Benny and had pulled off the boy's
trousers, underwear, runners and socks.  No longer worried, the twins had
turned their attention back to the harp.  As they began to once again
caress its carved chest and butt, the strings began to play once more and
once more the harp began to sing.  Coming back to the real world, Bobby got
up, and chucking aside his shirt, the naked eleven-year-old began to caress
the harp's wooden dick, causing the volume of the music to increase and the
boy's singing to become even more passionate.
     Benny, meanwhile, was having the time of his life.  He could not
believe the feeling, and he knew now why his kid brother had cried out with
such ecstasy.  The giant's tongue had to be at least eighteen inches long
and over six inches wide at the base.  Getting licked by it was like having
a huge, warm, dripping sponge swiping between your legs, a live sponge.
The giant was a real ass lover, and not having had many opportunities to be
rimmed, Benny took full advantage of the giant's fetish, allowing him to
sniff and lap at his butt for as long as he wanted.  Of course the hot, wet
tongue running up and down his crack and darting at his asshole got the
thirteen-year-old erect in no time.
     The harp was also having the time of its life with three hot, horny
boys stroking it.  Its eyes, a rich brown with flecks of gold, sparkled
with arousal and its voice reached a higher and higher pitch as the three
brothers stroked it more and more vigorously.
     "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Brent as they paused
to give the harp a chance to catch its breath.
     "Oh, yes, very much," came the sweet, melodious reply.  The boys were
not surprised the harp could talk or think.  By this time, and after their
experiences, nothing surprised the boys anymore.
     "What you like best, having your chest stroked, your butt, or your
cock?" asked Bobby.
     "I like them all," the young boy-harp replied.  "Individually, and all
at the same time.  And to be accurate, what you refer to as my chest is
technically known as my body, and what you are calling my butt is my voice
box."
     "And this?" asked Bobby as he gently stroked the smooth, carved wooden
cock.
     "My forepillar," the harp replied, a trill in its voice.
     "So this is what they mean by foreplay," the eleven-year-old said with
a giggle as he began to firmly stroke the harp's forepillar, causing the
harp to shudder and his brothers to chuckle.
     High above them, Benny could take no more of the giant's foreplay, and
when the giant fastened his lips to the young boy's groin and sucked in,
Benny sighed with delight.  As the giant's huge tongue began to lap at his
stiff, four-and-a-half inch cock, he shuddered as thrill after thrill
passed up it.  His young balls were drawn tight under his throbbing member,
and with a final shudder and sigh, he released his load, much to his
delight, and that of the giant.  He shuddered and gasped and sighed, and
the giant lapped up the sweet boy nectar as fast as it shot out of the tiny
thin tube.
     Placing Benny back down on the floor, the giant paused to savor the
thin boy juice that had been shot into his mouth.  Brent and Brett stripped
meanwhile to save the giant time, and because they were aching to get off a
load.  Picking Brent up under the arms with his thumb and first finger, the
giant held him tightly but gently as he brought him to his face.  He
inhaled the spunky boy aroma of a teenager in heat, and the giant's cock
throbbed with desire as he carefully turned the boy around and deeply
inhaled the aroma of his teenage butt.
     As he ran his tongue up and down the fifteen-year-old boy's crack, he
reached down and pulling down his fly, slipped his hand inside his pants
and pulled out his huge, erect cock.  Grasping the four-foot long monster
by the base, he began to wank himself off slowly as he rimmed the teenage
boy.  Over and over he ran his tongue along the boy's crack and wiggled the
tip against the boy's butthole, and to his delight, he felt the boy's
pucker eagerly dilate.  That was one of the reasons he especially liked
young boys.  They were always so eager to have him stick the tip of his
tongue up their musky bungholes.
     Bobby was meanwhile stroking the harp's forepillar, and Brett was
continuing to massage its body.  The boy-harp sang beautifully as thrills
of pleasure passed through its chest and up and down the length of its
cock.  It was a Latin love song, and though none of the boys understood the
words, they understood the emotions behind it.  The boy harp was getting
turned on.
     Spinning Brent around, the giant sniffed at the teenager's hot,
nutty-scented balls before he began to lick the boy's privates.  They were
small, but that did not lessen the giant's enjoyment.  Brent was, of
course, erect, and as the giant tongue lapped at his swollen penis it
jerked and throbbed hotly.  The giant savored the tangy taste of the teen
cock, and he delighted in the way the boy jerked and sighed with pleasure
as he licked the boy's sensitive organ.  It was not long before he was
rewarded by the milky teen juice of the squirming, gasping blond youth.  He
opened his mouth wide and let the little fountain spurt the sweet cream
over his tongue, and he took just as much delight in having his tongue
laced by the boy juice as the boy was having in shooting his load.  That
was another reason he preferred to eat young boys they found such joy out
of being eaten.
     Once again he put his tender morsel down and paused to savor the
delicious boy juice that had been squirted into his mouth.  He finally
picked up Brett just as he'd picked up Brent.  He ran his tongue over the
naked teenager's body, licking him from the nape down his back and around
between his legs and back up and over his chest to his neck.  The boy's
salty, perspiring body and natural boy odor caused the giant to begin
leaking pre-cum.  Pushing aside his hand, Benny began to stroke the
monstrous cock, and the unique and marvelous feeling of the boy's tiny, hot
hands on his huge, throbbing prick caused even more pre-cum to ooze out of
the tip of the towering cock.
     He began to lick the hot, blond teenager he was holding vigorously as
he felt himself approaching his climax.  He licked under his armpits,
causing the boy to squirm with the unfamiliar arousal.  He slipped his lips
over first one and then the other foot and sucked on the boy's toes,
causing him to squirm even harder.  He ran his tongue up between his legs
and darted it against the boy's tangy asshole, causing both the boy and
himself to shiver with pure delight and both of them to ooze pre-cum.  Over
and over he darted his tongue against the boy's delicious pucker while
Brett's thirteen-year-old brother vigorously jacked the giant's cock.
     Brent had meanwhile recovered and had returned to the harp.  Facing it
and wrapping his arms bout it, he gently stroked the harp's smooth, firm
ass and when the harp paused in its singing, he kissed it fondly on the
lips, relishing the woody flavor of the harp's lips and the harp shuddering
as it relished the sweet boy breath of the human.  Bobby meanwhile kept up
his steady stroking of the harp's forepillar.
     Turning Brett around, the giant began to suck on his hot, throbbing
boy dick while the blond's younger brother beat his own hot, throbbing
cock.  He felt himself approaching that delightful point of ejaculation,
and he sucked on Brett's teenage cock voraciously.  The room was filled
with the heavy breathing of four young boys, a giant, and a harp as three
of them felt themselves approaching that most blissful moment man, boy or
magical harp can know.  Inhaling sharply, Brett shuddered and his body
began to spasm as he began to shoot his teenage cum into the giant's eager
mouth.  At the same time Benny felt a familiar throbbing in the giant's
cock and a moment later he felt the giant's cum racing up the core of his
hot, thick cock.  Bobby, meanwhile, felt a familiar throbbing in the long,
slender cock he was pumping.
     Brett cried out as his hard, hot cock throbbed with pleasure and rope
after rope of his creamy boy juice squirted into the giant's mouth.  The
giant inhaled deeply and savored the delightful sweet taste of a young
boy's cum as he himself shuddered and gasped with the release of his seed.
It shot out of his monstrous cock and through the air and the unique
mushroom-like fragrance of his fresh cum filled the air.  The harp,
meanwhile, had begun to sing an enchanting strain as the melody of the
strings enthralled them all.  The music increased in tempo and volume as
the young boy-harp trembled with its dry orgasm.  The idea of a boy in his
mid teens having a dry orgasm just like him caused Bobby to tremble with
his second orgasm that night.  It was totally awesome.  The boy and the
harp shuddered as one as they shared dry orgasms, and each felt that much
more elated with the sharing of the other's climax.
     "That was fucking awesome," observed Brett with a sigh several minutes
later, raising himself up on his elbows from where the giant had set him
down.
     "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed with deep, knowing smiles from where
they had collapsed on the floor.
     "Where have you boys come from?" the giant asked.  "We don't often get
humans here."
     "Earth," Brett replied.
     "How did you get up here?"
     "Well," Benny replied.  "You're not going to believe this."  The giant
listened as he and his brothers explained their strange method of getting
to the land of the giants.  He did not seem surprised about the magic
beans, nor the strange effect they had on the boys, but then when you are a
giant living up in the clouds, it probably would take a lot to surprise
you.  "But," Benny observed in conclusion, "I'm afraid that is over now.
We've eaten all the beans."
     "Well," said the giant as he got to his feet, "we'll have to correct
that.  Unless you'd rather not come here anymore," he said, looking down at
the four boys.
     "Oh no, we'd love to come again," observed Brett.
     "And again, and again, and again," signed Benny, and each and everyone
one knew what definition of come he was thinking of, and the five of them
chuckled.
     Walking over to the china cabinet in the corner of the living room,
the giant took out a piece of paper from one of the drawers and wrote
something on it.  Folding it up, he handed it to Benny.
     "So, that a magic paper or something?" asked Bobby as he looked over
at it.  "Like, we stand on it and it takes off like a flying carpet to the
clouds or something?"
     "Or are these some sort of magic numbers that if we say them we'll be
transported up here?" asked Benny as he opened up the sheet of paper and
looked at the row of numbers.
     "Of course not," chucked the giant.  "If you want to come visit, just
call me and I'll come get you."
     "Call you?"
     "That's my cell phone number."
     "Oh!" the boys responded in surprise.
     "Well, it is getting late.  We should be getting home," observed
Brent, the most conscientious and conservative of the four boys.
     "You will come play with me again, won't you?" asked the harp as the
four brothers got to their feet.
     "You bet," the four boys chorused.
     Picking up the boys and carrying them over to the end of the clouds,
the giant began descending to earth, and although the boys could not see
them, they figured he had to be using the giant, invisible stairs that his
wife had used.  Setting them down in Murray Park, he said goodby, and
headed back home.
     "That was fucking awesome," observed Brett, placing one arm about
Benny's shoulders and the other about his twin brother's as the boys also
headed home.
     "Totally rad," agreed Brent, slipping an arm about his twin brother's
waist and the other around the shoulders of his kid brother.
     Brett looked over at his brother.  He'd begun picking up some
different expressions lately.
     "For sure," agreed Benny, slipping his arm about Brett's waist.
     "You know," said Bobby as he slipped his arm about Brent's waist, "I
think I'll join Father O'Rilley's boys choir."
     "You have to be Catholic to join his choir, Bobby," advised Brett.
     "Yeah?" he said in surprise.  "Too fuckin' bad," he observed with a
disappointed frown.
     The boys fell silent as they thought of their kid brother in an all
boys choir.  Now that was an awesome thought, and knowing Bobby, he'd
probably find some way to do it.