Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 16:52:08
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Gay Pride Day" (b/b, t/b, t/t, m/m, incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, one preteen, one
thirteen-year-old and two fifteen-year-old twins who along with their
parents organize the first Gay Pride Day celebrations in their town, and in
doing so, grow even closer together as brothers.  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-sixth story in the Brewster Boys special events and myths
series.  Whether you are celebrating Gay Pride Day with a longtime
companion, curled up with a Brewster story in one hand and your dick in the
other, or going out to party hardy, keep it up and keep it safe with one of
those rainbow colored condoms.  Comments and story ideas for 2002 can be
sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

		   THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE GAY PRIDE DAY

  "Maybe we should move."
  "Move?" asked the four Brewster brothers and their dad together as they
looked up at Brenda Brewster.
  "Well, yes," she said as she began to cut the chocolate cake she'd baked
for supper.
  "Why?" the five men in her family asked in unison, the sixth and seventh
only being four months old and unable to talk yet.
  "I've been thinking of this latest violence," she explained.  "Our
peaceful, quiet town just isn't a safe place to be anymore."
  "Violence and crime have increased," agreed her husband Barry with a
sigh.
  "Comes from progress.  The bigger we get the more of these types of
problems we're going to have."
  "But all our friends are here," observed Brett.
  "You can make new friends."
  "Well, yeah," he replied.  The four boys had no trouble making new
friends, both within their community and beyond, and they felt a stirring
in their pants as they thought about some of those friends, and the fun
they'd had making them.  Being young and full of hormones, it did not take
much for the boys to have a stirring in their pants.
  "But some are special friends," commented Brent, thinking immediately of
his best buddy, Billy Hollis, and how close they had become since Beltane.
  "Oh yeah," his three brothers agreed, each thinking of someone extra
special.
  "Well, I think it is something we should at least think about.  I know
the Woodward family down the street is moving."
  "Oh?  Where to?" asked her husband.
  "They are getting an acreage just a ways out of town.  You know, where
the new homes are being built.  They figure that by living out in the
country their children won't have the temptations they have here in town."
  Benny, Bobby, Brent and Brett exchanged glances.  The Woodward's were so
strict and their three children so closely watched now, it was going to be
like living in a prison for them.  As it was, the Woodward kids thought
their parents were wardens and hated them with a passion like nobody else
the brothers knew.  Their thirteen-year-old son Jimmy smoked cigarettes and
was on pot just to spite them, and because he didn't have any other fun in
his life, having been kicked out of every sports team and junior high club
because of his attitude.  His older sister, who was in some of the twin's
classes, even had her own change of clothes in her locker because her
parents dressed her in such plain and old-fashioned clothes in an attempt
to hide her figure.  The clothes she changed into at school did just the
opposite, and as far as the boys were concerned made her look easy, which
more than one boy said she was.
  "I don't think shielding children is going to teach them how to deal with
temptation," countered Barry.  It was a conversation they'd both had
several times before, regarding the Internet, the freedoms and
responsibilities they'd given their own boys, and most recently the
expectations they had for the triplets.
  "How do you teach children to deal with, well, you know, with what
happened in the park," Brenda said evasively, glancing at her four boys
before looking at her husband in the hope he knew what she was referring
to.
  "You mean the three skinheads getting beat up?" asked Benny as he wiped
the chocolate icing from his mouth with the back of his hand.
  "Yes," Brenda replied.  "That . . .  and the reason they were beat up."
Brenda Brewster was an open-minded, modern housewife, but even so, there
were some topics she was uncomfortable with, and some she felt should not
be discussed in the presence of children.
  "Because someone thought they were gay?" asked Brent.
  "Yes," his mother said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as she
glanced at her husband with a silent plea for him to step in, and wondering
how much her son knew about the topic.  He was only fifteen.
  "But they caught the guys who done it," observed Bobby.
  "The guys who did it," corrected his mother.
  "So what's the problem?"
  "Well, sadly they are not the only ones who believe violence is the way
to deal with differences, and who are, well, intolerant of those who, well,
live differently," she said, trying to avoid a topic that was definitely
too mature for her youngest to be learning about.
  "We certainly have seen the town split into camps with the scouting for
all movement picking up momentum," observed Barry.  "And the resignation of
Steven Spielberg from the Los Angeles advisory board certainly created some
animated discussions about town last April.  It takes a controversial issue
like gay rights to find out who the prejudiced and bigoted are in your
community."
  "So we should do something to help," said Brent.  "Like we did for the
Jewish Community when they were the victims of prejudice."
  "Like what?" asked Benny, always eager to help.  "Can I have a second
piece of cake, please?"
  "May I," corrected his mother.
  "Sure," he responded with a grin and Brenda gave him her 'what am I going
to do with you' look as she began cutting a second round of cake for her
boys, including Barry, who had the sweetest tooth of them all.
  "I dunno," responded Brent to his brother's question.  "Something to show
our support for gays."
  "Yeah, it was great fun helping the Jews," said Bobby.
  "And we learned a lot about them at the same time," observed Brett and
the four brothers thought about observing their first Shavuot.  Their jeans
began to tent and as one they reached down to rearrange things.
  "We could organize a parade and a carnival or something on Gay Pride
Day," suggested Brett.
  "How do you know about Gay Pride Day?" asked Brenda in surprise and with
more than a little concern.  This conversation was getting way too deep and
into territory she had not expected to be in, and her boys were showing far
too much interest and knowledge about the topic.
  "Ah, well, you see, ah, on the Internet," Brett said, thinking quickly.
  "The Internet?"
  "Ah, yeah.  I was, ah, looking up to do a report on lions, and it said
lions live in prides, and I looked up pride, and well, Gay Pride Day just
popped up."  Brett's three brothers looked at him in admiration.  Their
brother was awesome when it came to thinking on his feet.
  "Oh yeah, that happens to me a lot," agreed Brent, supporting his
brother.
  "There's all sorts of strange stuff that pops up."
  "For sure," agreed Bobby.  "You'd be surprised what pops up when a guy is
surfing the net."  He glanced over at his brothers with a twinkle in his
hazel eyes at the inside joke.
  "But we don't look at it," interjected Benny suddenly, worried that one
of his best sources of information could be shut off.
  "Oh yeah, we don't," agreed the twins, catching on quickly.
  "Fu-, fu-, fusure," stumbled Bobby in his excitement and out of habit.
  "Just as we figured when we decided not to get Net Nanny," Barry said,
proud of his boys.  "Children have to learn about temptation and the bad
things in life and how to deal with them."
  He was right.  Knowing they had full access to porn sites almost any time
they wanted, the boys were not fixated on trying to find them unlike many
of their friends who had to be devious about their use of the Internet.
They knew it was there, and they checked it out on occasion when they were
bored or randy without feeling guilty because they had, in their minds, a
good reason for doing it, and they weren't hooked on it, nor were they
being corrupted by it.  Actually, they could teach those who put up such
sites a few things.
  "So, we going to show our support for gays by organizing a parade or
something for them?" asked Brett, hoping to get the conversation off the
Internet.
  "Ah, well, we'll have to think about it," Brenda said, not because she
was prejudiced against those who had a same sex orientation nor because she
was against the idea of giving them support, but because she knew the
feelings in the community were very strong and very divided, and the
majority were not in support as they had been when the Jewish synagogue had
gotten vandalized.  Besides, it was an issue that her boys were still far
too young to be getting involved in.  They were growing up much too fast as
it was.
  "Okay, cool.  Can we be excused?"
  "Yes, as soon as you put the dishes away."
  Relieved to be off the hook for the Gay Pride comment and having avoided
a discussion on monitoring their computer use, Brett and his brothers
quickly cleared the table.
  "Oh, by the way," said Bobby, turning to his mother and father as the
boys were about to head off to their room.  "It okay with you guys if I
become a Jew?"
  "A Jew?" his mother and father asked in surprise, looking at him, and
then at each other.
  "Yeah.  I think Judaism is way cool."
  "Ah, well, we'll have to think about that too," Brenda observed, giving
her husband a glance.  Where did Bobby get these wild ideas?
  "Okay, that's cool," Bobby said as he and his brothers headed down the
hall.
  "A Jew?" asked Benny as he plopped down on his bunk bed and looked up at
his kid brother.
  "Sure.  I think it'd be way cool," Bobby said, thinking of the fun he'd
had at Shavuot as he hopped up on the bunk above Benny.
  "Thought you were going to join the craft?" asked Brent, the only one of
the four who'd taken the step and joined the newly formed teen coven under
the supervision of Billy Hollis's parents.
  "Naw.  The washing in dew and the May Day stuff was hot, but I don't know
about memorizing all that stuff you got to, and the rules and stuff about
spirits and all that junk."
  "I thought you were going to become a Catholic so you could join a boy's
choir," observed Benny.
  "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that."
  "If you become a Jew you know you got to have a bris," observed Brent.
  "I do?" Bobby asked, feeling his dick shriveling with just the thought of
it.  "I thought they did that when you were eight days old," he said as he
dropped his hands to his lap protectively.
  "They do, but anyone who joins later has to have it done."
  "Oh," said Bobby.  "Well, maybe I'll think about it then."
  "So you really think we should do something to celebrate Gay Pride Day?"
asked Brent, changing the topic.
  "Sure," said Brett.  "Gay prejudice is just as bad as racial prejudice or
religious prejudice."
  "That was scarey what happened to those guys in the park," observed
Brent, his young face darkening as he thought about it.
  His three brothers quickly agreed.  Having stayed awake Shavuot Sunday
until almost sunrise Monday, they had slept in until noon, and then had
spent most of the afternoon with Jerry and Doniel.  It was not until that
evening that they returned to Murray Park where, as they suspected, they
found the three skinheads still naked and still hot for cock fun.  News of
the three macho men hot for any type of sex in the park had spread through
the gay community like wildfire, and for many it was a fantasy come true.
Six-foot tall, two hundred pounds, all solid muscle, shaved heads, macho as
anyone could be, and completely cock hungry, the three hapless men from
upstate had spent two solid days satisfying the gay and gay curious not
just in the city, but from the surrounding rural countryside besides.  The
bewildering part of it all, for them, was that they had never had such
urges before, and even though they had them now, they were disgusted with
them, and with themselves, and ashamed of their most atypical behavior.
  Figuring the white supremacists had been punished enough, when there was
a break in the activity, Brent stepped forward and removed the spell he had
put on them.  While the boys were coming out of their trance, Brent and his
brothers quickly disappeared back into the dense bush.  That was when it
happened.
  Six men broke into the clearing as the three skinheads were getting
dressed and trying to figure out what had happened.  The six had heard
rumors about the fag orgy in the park and had spent the last two hours in
the local bar talking about the disintegration of the family and the
decline in values and morals in America and the corruption that was
spreading through their community and getting angrier with each round of
beer.  They'd finally decided that it was up to them to do something about
it.
  The fight was as brief as it was brutal.  Denying that they were gay,
which of course was true, only incensed the six antagonists.  The three
skinheads had gay symbols written and inscribed on their bodies, they were
half naked, and they were surrounded by dozens of used condoms in an area
adjacent to the gay stroll.  The Brewster brothers were used to being
teased and bullied, and they were very much aware of the hatred that
existed against the gay community, especially from the redneck element that
formed a significant percentage of the population in their area, but the
young boys had never imagined the depth of the hatred nor the severity of
the violence they witnessed that evening.
  They crouched there in shock as three of the men each grabbed a skinhead
from behind and the other three began to punch them.  The three victims
were no weaklings, and at first the boys thought they'd get the better of
the six attackers, but their attackers were no wimps either.  When their
victims fell to the ground and curled up with blood pouring out of broken
noses and the six men began kicking them, the four brothers raced for help.
By the time the police arrived, the six attackers had left and the three
skinheads had been beaten almost to unconsciousness.
  The boys would have come forward to identify the attackers, but it wasn't
necessary.  The skinheads were able to provide descriptions and the six
were quickly arrested.  The event had shaken up the boys more than any
other event in their lives, and had given them cause to think about the
attitudes in their community, and their own attitudes.  Their first
reaction had been guilt. They had been the ones responsible for the
skinheads' gay behavior, and so indirectly for their assault.  They had
been about to swear to never again mete out their own version of punishment
of those who were bullies, bigots or righteous snobs, until Brett had
pointed out that considering the hate and discrimination the skinheads had
been preaching, getting the shit pounded out of them was not really a bad
thing.  Once again his brothers appreciated his deductive reasoning skills,
and his logic made the four of them feel a lot better about what they'd
done to the skinheads and to others in the past.  Liking themselves to the
"Lone Gunmen", a new and short-lived television series that spring about a
group of guys who fought evil, they resolved to continue to fight in the
interest of justice for the underdog, besides the fact that it was a hell
of a lot of fun.
  The event had also frightened them and for the first time in their lives
they had become worried for their own safety, and that of their closest
friends.  Fortunately they did not dwell on that for long.  As Brent had
pointed out, they had handled some pretty ferocious adversaries in the
past, and as Benny pointed out, they did have some special allies they
could call upon for help, not having used up all their wishes and who would
probably help even if they had.  Besides, as Bobby had observed, they had
each other, so it was their enemies who had reason to fear, not them, and
to that, his three brothers readily agreed.
  After getting over their guilt and their fear, they had become incensed,
at least for a couple days, during which they had devised the most
imaginable punishments for the six attackers that they could, any one of
which would have made the men grateful they were safe in jail.  Their anger
did not last long.  It was not their personality to hold grudges or to
dwell on revenge.  Besides, they were young, and now that school was out,
there were too many fun and exciting things to occupy their minds, things
they'd been waiting until summer to do, to dwell on the negative.
  For Brett, one of those things was spending some quality time with Cam
Souyong.  He'd been immediately attracted to the new immigrant from
Thailand the day he'd walked into the Visual Communications class.  With
his smooth, butterscotch skin, rich brown, almond eyes, and short, dark
black hair, the sixteen-year-old was the sexiest thing on two legs that
Brett had ever seen, and before the end of the period he had gotten a
tremendous hardon just admiring the Asian boy's good looks.  Over the
subsequent months, he'd gotten to know Cam as a fellow student, and his
serious, studious nature, quick wit and sense of humour endeared the Asian
boy even more to the fifteen-year-old blond.  The Tuesday after the
Columbus Day weekend when he'd humped Jason's ass while Jason had given Cam
a blow job in the impromptu class orgy and their eyes had met, he'd felt
like pushing Jason aside and taking Jason's position before the Thai hottie
himself.  Then when they had finally sixty-nined on President's Day, that
was not the conclusion, but rather, was the beginning of their
relationship.
  "So what do you and Cam have planned for tonight?" asked his twin brother
Brent.
  "Who said I was going out with Cam tonight?"
  "Who have you gone out with every night since school let out?" Brent
responded.
  "Not every night," Brett objected.
  "Oh yeah, last Saturday you stayed home."
  "Because Cam had relatives visiting and couldn't go out," added Benny
with a grin.
  "We didn't go out last Sunday and Monday."
  "Because we spent the two days with Jerry and his family."
  "Besides, you didn't spend the last half hour in the shower just to spend
the evening with us," observed Brent.
  "Or drench yourself with Polo Sport cologne," added Bobby.
  "I didn't drench myself," his older brother objected.
  "Oh yeah," Bobby replied, wrinkling up his nose.
  "I didn't put too much on, did I?" Brett asked as he cupped his hands in
front of his face and inhaled.
  "It's all right," assured Brent.
  "You sure?"
  "Trust me."
  "Maybe I should wash some of it off."
  "Forget it, it's all right."
  "Besides, you've used up all the hot water."
  "I could have a cold shower."
  "Ewwww," responded his three brothers.
  "You smell cool.  And you look cool too," supported Benny.
  "Honest?"
  "Of course."
  Brett checked himself out for the tenth time in the past half hour in the
full-length mirror the boys had recently had their dad put up on their
closet door.  He'd chosen a sleeveless, tapered blue silk shirt with an
oriental design of swirls and his black Wrangler jeans with a tube
necklace.  He leaned in closer to the mirror.  Damn, where did that pimple
come from?  And it was as big as a raspberry!  The doorbell rang.
  "There's your date," observed Bobby.
  "Cam's not a date," Brett responded defensively.
  "Whatever."
  "He's not."
  "Brett!  Cam is here!" called his mother.
  "She didn't have to shout like that," Brett groaned, rolling his eyes.
  "What did you expect her to do, announce his arrival with a drum roll?"
asked Benny.
  "A flourish of trumpets?" suggested Brent.
  "A pealing of bells?" contributed Bobby.
  "Dinnnnng," chimed Benny.
  "Donnnng," added Brent.
  "Bonnnnng," sang Bobby in his high boyish alto.
  The three boys giggled and highfived as Brett glared at them and gave
them the finger before turning and heading for the door.
  "Don't think Mom would have announced Cam's arrival that way," observed
Bobby, and the three brothers collapsed on the floor with laughter.
  "Would have hunh been huh an accurate description of what you're gonna be
doing though," snorted Benny, causing another fit of giggles.
  "Children," Brett whispered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he
headed down the hallway.
  Thoughts of his brothers vanished with the sight of Cam standing in the
living room waiting for him.  He was wearing a sleeveless white T with an
open, short-sleeved apricot- colored shirt and tight white jeans that clung
to his cute, compact ass and bulged invitingly at the crotch.  Cam smiled
and Brett's legs went limp as he felt an ache in the pit of his stomach, a
strange, new longing that was similar to but not one of sexual desire.
  "Hi."
  "Hi."
  Brett grabbed his roller blades out of the hallway closet.  "Bye, Mom,
Dad."
  "Have fun, dear," responded his mother.
  "And stay out of trouble," Barry cautioned with a smile and a twinkle in
his eyes.  He knew it was a caution he didn't have to give.
  "Don't be out too late," added Brenda.
  "Don't worry, Mrs. Brewster," responded Cam with a smile of his own.
"I'll have Brett home by eleven."
  Brett immediately flushed a bright red and Cam laughed good-naturedly
along with Brett's parents.
  "Why did you have to say THAT?" Brett asked as they headed down the walk.
  "Because you look so hot when you turn red like that."
  "Yeah, well, you're looking hot yourself tonight."
  "So are you," Cam responded as they got in his car.  It was
fourteen-years-old, the body was rusting, the seats were faded and patched,
and it burnt oil, but it was his.  He'd bought it himself three months ago
and was planning on fixing it up in shop class the coming year.
  As they headed down the block, Brett wanted to slide over and sit next to
Cam, but that would have been too obvious.  Besides, that was too syrupy.
So would have been paying Cam's way at the skating rink except Brett used
helping Cam save money to buy gas as his reason.  That made it seem less
sexual, though he didn't know why he wanted it to appear sexual, and felt a
twinge of guilt for pretending he wasn't hot for the Thai youth.  He soon
forgot about it as they began skating.  For the next two hours the two boys
simply enjoyed each other's company and roller blading, no different from
any two buddies.
  At nine they headed over to Taco Bell.  Being cheaper than other fast
food places, and getting more for your money, it was popular with teens.
Picking up a couple grilled stuft beef burritos, a double order of Nachos,
and a couple Sprite at the drive through, they ate as they headed to
Riverside Drive on the west end of the city.  It was a scenic drive with a
number of viewpoints and loops along the river, including what was
unofficially known as Make Out Point, a secluded wooded spot popular with
teenagers that looked out over the river valley.
  Pulling up beside several other cars, Cam shut off the engine and
stretching his right arm out along the back of the seat, he glanced over at
Brett.  Brett immediately slid along the seat and Cam wrapped his arm about
him.
  "Love your cologne," Cam whispered.
  "Yeah?  Thanks."
  "And your hair.  It's so silky and fine."
  Cam ran his fingers through Brett's long, blond locks which now extended
beyond his shoulders, and he buried his nose in the fine hair.  As he'd
gotten older and it had gotten longer, it had become straighter.  Brett was
undecided which made him look sexier, straight hair or permed hair, and
he'd found himself spending a lot of time looking in the mirror and
wondering which Cam preferred lately.  As he turned to look at Cam, Cam's
head lowered and the boys' lips met.  With breaths smelling of burritos and
red sauce and lips tasting of zesty cheddar cheese, the boys kissed a
second and third time, each kiss becoming longer and more passionate.  As
Cam unbuttoned Brett's silk shirt and slipped it off, Brett slipped Cam's
shirt over his shoulders and pushed up his sleeveless T, pulling it over
the boy's head.  He kissed the oriental boy's downy cheek and his neck.
His lips skipped lightly over Cam's smooth, butterscotch chest.  Crouching
down, he kissed his slightly darker nipple and then nibbled on it, causing
Cam to squirm with pleasure.
  Feeling Cam's teat begin to harden, Brett licked it, swirling his tongue
around the areola, and then he fastened his lips about it and sucked
gently.  Cam groaned and quivered and ran his fingers through Brett's hair.
Brett's cock began swelling in his new Abercrombie and Fitch briefs.  He
delighted in turning Cam on.  The fifteen-year-old boy squirmed back and
hunched up as he continued down the middle of Cam's chest, following the
shallow furrow until he came to the boy's tight white trousers.  They had
been bulging before.  Now they were about to burst at the seams.
  "Let's go in the back," Cam suggested huskily.
  Drawing the front seats up as far as they would go, the two boys
scrambled over them.  Brett unbuttoned the top button of Cam's trousers,
and pulling down his fly, he pulled the boy's pants down as the
sixteen-year-old first raised his rump, and then lifted his legs so Brett
could pull them right off along with his shoes.  As Cam half sat and half
lay on the back seat, Brett squeezed down on the floor and resumed where
he'd left off.  He kissed and nibbled on the boy's ribs, and then slipping
his fingers under the elastic band of his black thong, he eased if off his
butt, the front hooking on the teenager's raging hardon.  As Cam once again
raised his body, Brett pulled up on the skimpy underwear, lifting it up
over Cam's straining erection.  His loose skin had slid back to form a
collar about the engorged knob.
  Brett immediately lowered his head and kissed the boy's glans, causing
his wagging cock to wag all the more vigorously.  He nibbled on the dark
mushroom-shaped glans, and ran his tongue down the boy's cock shaft.  He
inhaled the heady fragrance of his warm nut-brown balls and nuzzled his
nose in the curly soft hairs of his crotch.  As he licked the thick, Thai
sausage, Brett trembled with desire and he felt his pre-cum ooze out of his
own swollen dick to soak into his new underwear.
  Cam had oozed out the first of his pre-cum also, and as Brett ran his
tongue up the boy's golden-brown cock, more oozed out of his pee slit.
Lapping the clear, viscous lube up with the tip of his tongue, Brett
savored the sweetness of the sticky teenage offering.  More awesome than
the exquisite taste was the fact that it was from Cam's body.  Cam had
produced it, and he had produced it because of him, and for him.  What
greater gift could there be than that?  What greater love could there be?
Cam was hot, and the Asian boy was hot for him.  He kissed the boy's rigid
pole at its base.  He nibbled on the shaft, and he pursed his lips and
pressed them against the wrinkled nut sack in a hot, wet kiss.  The natural
spicy fragrance of Cam's crotch filled his lungs, the heady fragrance
causing his mind to spin dizzily.
  He kissed the older boy's thighs, causing him to squirm and stretch his
legs out with hot desire.  He licked the smooth, hot skin of his inner
thigh, causing the Thai boy's cock to jerk uncontrollably until another
clear droplet of pre-cum oozed from the slit.  Brett brushed his lips
against the tip of the boy's dark-skinned cock, smearing his lips with the
boy's delightful pre- cum.  Squirming up, he kissed Cam on the lips
lightly, and then more forcefully.  Cam slipped his arms about his lover
and drew him close as he tasted his pre-cum on his lover's lips.  His
tongue snaked out and slipped between the fifteen-year-old's lips.  The two
boys French kissed and wrapping their arms about each other, pressed their
naked chests against each other.
  With blood hotly pulsating through his veins, Brett once again descended,
kissing the now lust-crazed Thai boy on the neck and down along his chest.
His moist lips skipped across the boy's flushed skin, kissing him lightly
on the all too slow descent to his aching cock.  This time Brett slipped
his mouth over the boy's glans.  He ran his tongue over the firm
sponge-head, knowing the pleasure it was causing the teenage boy as he
trembled like an aspen leaf and groaned with that combination of pain and
pleasure ripping through his cockhead that all boys know.  The youth was
just over six inches, a fraction longer than Brett, but his dick was more
slender than his Caucasian lover's.  Brett's long, soft strands of hair
fell over his face and caressed Cam's thighs and stomach, his silky strands
causing Cam to shiver with arousal and to ooze out still another droplet of
pre-cum.
  Brett continued down, slowly engulfing Cam's throbbing cock until the tip
was pressing against the back of his throat.  He continued still further,
deep-throating the boy with an expertise far beyond his years.  Sucking on
the exquisite tube-meat until his cheeks were sunken and he'd developed a
vacuum, Brett began to work his lips up and down Cam's slender cock,
sucking and massaging it at the same time.  Cam's breathing became more
labored and the sixteen-year-old ran his long fingers through Brett's fine
locks, massaging his scalp as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.  The pleasure
pulsating though his swollen member was not new, and Brett was not the
first boy to give him such pleasure, but never before had the pleasure been
so intense.  In part it was certainly due to the teenage boy's skill, but
in a greater part the intensity of the pleasure was simply because it was
Brett who was providing it.
  Slowly and methodically Brett's lips slid up and down Cam's shaft, and
the boy's long fingers slipped down and kneaded the younger teenager's
shoulders, the butterscotch-brown fingers contrasting with the soft pink
skin of the American boy as he massaged the boy's deltoids.  The pleasure
pulsing through his love pole gradually increased in intensity until it was
supplemented by a desire deep down in the boy's loins.  That desire began
as a numb, vague feeling seemingly just floating between his legs, but
gradually it coalesced into a six-inch tube of pulsating, tingling flesh
that demanded satisfaction.  The ache deep in the pit of his groin extended
in a fine filament up the core of his cock, and as it became stronger and
stronger, Cam panted and groaned openly with the developing tension.
  For that last exquisite minute he willed the tension to be over, desiring
that sweet pain of ejaculation, and he strained to stop himself from
reaching that peak so he could enjoy the present stimulation all the
longer.  At last he could no longer control his breathing, nor his body.
It trembled and he squirmed on the backseat as he drew back, constricting
mentally and physically as the tension built.  He inhaled deeply and
grasped Brett's long hair on each side of his head as mentally he continued
to draw back and as he pushed his rump into the seat.  Then, suddenly, the
tension snapped.  With an uncoiling faster than the speed of thought, he
felt his cum race up his cock and he pressed forward, raising his hips off
the car seat as his cum exploded out of the tip of his cock.  It was
violent and rapid.  Squirt after squirt shot out like machine gun fire.
  Brett had enough experience not to be caught off guard.  He quickly
slipped his lips up the boy's shaft as he felt the telltale quiver so that
the first blast of hot cum struck the roof of his mouth.  Shot after shot
erupted from the boy's blood-engorged cock to collect in Brett's mouth.  He
knew some boys liked it shooting straight down their throat, others liked
to swallow it as it shot out, and others did not like it in their mouth at
all.  He liked to have his partner fill his mouth with his load so he could
savor its unique flavor and texture and so he could work his cheeks and
feel the viscous load shift over his tongue and his gums and about the
delicious tube- meat that had carried it.  Only then did he begin to
swallow, and of course with the juicy, sticky nature of a teenage's cum,
once he began to swallow he had to continue until he'd consumed it all.
  Finally slipping his lips off Cam's still stiff cock, Brett squirmed back
up, and with his breath now smelling of cock and fresh semen, he kissed the
sixteen-year-old oriental boy tenderly and with love.  Cam slipped an arm
about him and drew him close.  After several more kisses, Brett slipped
down and rested his head on Cam's smooth chest, his long blond hair
contrasting with the boy's butterscotch skin.
  "Oh maaaan, I love you," Brett sighed.  "I love you so fucking much."
  The love he felt was not the result of the hot sex they'd just engaged
in.
  On the contrary, the hot sex was the result of their love.  He'd had sex
with many boys, and he'd had great sex many times, but sex with Cam was the
greatest of them all.  That was because what he was feeling came from the
heart, not from the loins.  Their sex had more to do with the desire to
please, and the pleasure that comes from pleasing another, than it had to
do with a hormonal rush and thirty seconds of ejaculation.
  Cam wrapped his arm about Brett still tighter, his butterscotch skin
contrasting with the boy's pale flesh.  He felt the same way as did Brett.
He hadn't had the number of partners Brett had despite being a year older,
and he hadn't engaged in anywhere near as many orgies.  In fact, unlike in
Brett's case, his experiences had never been spur of the moment or for no
other reason than the physical delight of sex.  Each partner he'd had sex
with had been a good buddy and their sex had been the culmination of many
small steps.  Unlike sex with Brett, however, those experiences had never
been with such intensity, nor with such deep feelings.
  "I love you too, lover," Cam sighed.
  Lover.  The word sent a tingle up Brett's spine and caused his heart to
flutter.  They were lovers.  Despite what he'd said to his brothers, this
was a date.  They'd gone out together, they'd treated each other, they were
at Make Out Point, and they'd just had the most awesome sex he'd ever had.
  "Really?" he asked, half sitting up and leaning on his elbow as he looked
down at the sexy, gorgeous oriental.
  "You're all I can think of, all I've been able to think of these past few
months.  I thought for sure I'd fail this year.  I couldn't concentrate
during classes thinking about seeing you in the breaks.  At night when I
was suppose to be doing homework or studying for finals my mind would
wander and I'd fantasize for hours about making hot, passionate love to you
in my bedroom.  You are the first thing on my mind when I wake in the
morning, and the last thing before I drift off to sleep."
  "You're all I can think of too," Brett confessed.  "I've imagined this
night over and over and pictured us making love in every way possible from
the moment you asked if I'd like to go roller blading.  While I was waiting
for you to pick me up, I worried that you'd have an accident or something
on the way over.  I know that's dumb," Brett said, his cheeks flushing.
"But I worry about you a lot, that you might have to move away, that you
will find another boy, a hundred things."
  "There's no chance of me finding someone that I'll love more than you,
love," Cam said, bending over and kissing Brett softly on the cheek.
  Love.  That sounded so cool.  Brett rested his head back down on Cam's
chest and closed his eyes contentedly as Cam massaged his back.  Cam was an
expert at massages, and Brett had often suggested that would be a great
occupation for him to get into, except that he couldn't bear to think of
someone else in Cam's arms or receiving one of his massages.  Cam's long
fingers kneaded his back muscles, moving slowly and expertly, gradually
working down to his tight black jeans.  Slipping his hands around to the
front, he unsnapped the clasp and drew down the zipper.  He eased farther
down as he slipped his hands inside Brett's jeans and pushed them down his
smooth, hairless thighs and his strong calves that had over the past few
months developed fine, blond hairs.  Despite their cramped conditions,
Brett twisted around and half sat up so Cam could remove his jeans all
together.  He quickly slipped off the boy's white cotton briefs from Finch
and Abercrombie.
  Laying flat on his back, Cam bent his legs and raised them until his feet
were touching the roof the car.  Placing his hands on his hips to support
himself, he walked across the roof until his knees were above his head and
his rump was raised in the air.  He felt the seat sink as Brett raised
himself up, and he felt the boy's hot breath blow against first the crack
of his ass, and then directly on his asshole.  Seconds later Brett's hot,
wet tongue lapped at his hole, sending shivers of arousal up his anus and
up his still stiff cock.  His fifteen-year-old lover wormed his tongue into
his hole, penetrating it, and Cam ached to have his cock deep inside him.
He closed his eyes and groaned with ecstasy as Brett rimmed him.
  Working up a mouth of spittle, Brett pressed his lips tightly against
Cam's anus and forced his saliva up the boy's rectum.  He worked up a
second and third mouthful which he similarly blew up his beloved's eager
hole.  Spitting in his palm, he smeared his slimy spittle over the knob of
his stiff cock.  He then knelt behind the eager sixteen-year-old and leaned
forward, balancing his weight on his elbows and knees.  He reached back and
grasping his spittle-slicked cock by the base with his right hand, he
leaned forward and placed the tip of his dick against Cam's asshole.  Cam
immediately relaxed and opened his sphincter.  Pausing to catch his breath,
Brett slowly pressed forward.
  The sixteen-year-old youth inhaled deeply, and holding his breath, pushed
out.  As he felt his lover's thick, hard cock penetrating him, he pushed
out all the harder to help him.  He looked up into Brett's face, but the
boy did not notice, having closed his eyes in his concentration.  His young
brow knitted as he forced himself forward, ignoring the pain.  It was
slight, and he knew the pleasure that awaited him would more than make up
for it.  He knew using KY or something similar would have made it a lot
easier, but to have brought lube would have made it appear that he was
expecting to fuck Cam's ass, or that Cam was easy.  Even though he'd
thought about nothing else but fucking Cam, he wanted this to seem natural,
not planned.  Cam did also.  They would learn in time that there was
nothing wrong with bringing lube with them, but they were young and still
had things to learn.
  It was not the first time the two teenagers had coupled that way, but it
was just as erotic and just as awesome now as the first time Brett had
fucked the Asian boy.  For Cam, feeling the hot blond stud's cock entering
him and looking up at the joy spreading across his lover's face, the
pleasure he felt was the combination of his own physical pleasure and the
joy one receives in knowing how much he is pleasing another.  For Brett, it
was exactly the same.  As he felt his cock slowly penetrating his lover,
the pleasure of having his cock surrounded by hot, moist flesh was doubled
by the fact that the sexy oriental youth was offering himself up to him.
He was allowing himself to be penetrated, to be fucked.  That was love.
  Brett slowly began to work his hips to and fro and Cam worked his
sphincter in time with his motions, constricting his muscle as Brett drew
his cock out and relaxing and pushing out as Brett sank his cock in.  Cam's
asshole itched and throbbed with the same sexual pleasure as Brett's cock.
Gradually the pleasure became more intense and the boys began to gyrate
their hips, Cam thrusting his hips upward as Brett drove down, and Cam
sinking back down as Brett withdrew.  The boys began to grunt and their
breathing became labored.  It was not the sound of fucking.  It was the
sound of two boys making love.
  "Oh God, that feels so good," gasped Cam as Brett pounded his ass
furiously in a desperate need to release his load.  "Oh yes, oh fuck," he
gasped.
  Brett looked down at his glazed hazel eyes and the smile on his face and
Cam looked up into the deep blue eyes of his lover.  To Cam, it was like
looking up into the face of an angel, an angel on the verge of cuming.
Brett's lips parted and he licked them as he gasped for breath and pulled
his cock out as far as the glans.  Tossing his head back, he groaned as he
thrust forward and his balls constricted.  His teen seed gushed up the core
of his rigid cock and spurted deep up the rectum of the sixteen-year-old.
Cam grasped him tightly and kissed his cheek as he felt his lover coming up
his ass.  Brett continued to plow the older teen, thrusting his now numb
cock in and out of his hot, moist chamber, his slick cum providing the
final lube as his tight balls emptied their load.
  "Oh love," gasped Cam, drawing him tight.  "I wish I could have your
baby."
  "That would be so awesome," sighed Brett as he collapsed on top of the
boy, their chests heaving and their hot breaths fanning each other.  It was
great to be a teenager and in love.  The fifteen-year-old boy closed his
eyes and sighed contentedly.
  "So what do you think Brett?" asked Brent.  He looked over at his twin
brother.  "Brett?"  he asked a second time, having received no response.
  "Hello, earth to Brett," called Benny.  "Come back to earth Brett!"
  "He's hopeless."
  "Hey, Brett," called Bobby, plopping down beside him and groping his
crotch.
  "Hmmm?" the fifteen-year-old responded, looking at his brothers blankly.
  "And what have you been dreaming about, as if we don't know," Brent
greeted with a grin.
  "He's so fucking awesome," sighed Brett.
  "Yeah, yeah, we know already," responded Bobby.  "Jezz," he sighed in
exasperation as he rolled his eyes.
  "So what did you ask?" the love-struck teenager asked.
  "Should we have a parade on Pride Day or not?"
  "All the sites we found mentioned a parade."
  "Yeah, but we know fuck all about organizing a parade."
  "It can't be that hard."
  "Parades got parade marshals.  Who we gonna get to be the parade marshal
of a gay parade?"
  "Someone gay of course."
  "Like who?"
  "Someone famous."
  "And who do you know who is gay and famous."
  "Steven Spielberg."
  "He's not gay."
  "But he quit the boy scouts because he supports gays being in scouts."
  "He didn't quite the scouts.  He quit the advisory board."
  "Same thing."
  "He's not going to come here anyway, not for that."
  "How about Steven Cozza?"
  "Just because he's a cofounder of Scouting for All it don't mean he'd
come here and lead a parade."
  "There's that James Dale, the assistant troop leader and Eagle Scout from
New Jersey we read about who was ousted for being gay."
  "This isn't a parade for a gay scout troop," objected Benny.  "There's
already a committee to fight for our troop to join the scouting for all
movement."
  "How about Joe Clark?  He's leading the parade in Calgary."
  "Oh fuck yeah!  It'd be fucking awesome to have a former Prime Minister
lead our parade."
  "He's not going to come to the States to do that."
  "There's that Oscar Wilde we read about on the net."
  "He's dead."
  "He is?"
  "Well, I think so."
  "I know, k.d. lang."
  "Who's he?"
  "It's a she.  She's a singer."
  "I never heard of her."
  "She's a western singer."
  "No wonder I never heard of her."
  "But she's a woman."
  "So?"
  "So how can she be gay?"
  "She likes girls."
  "Oh."
  "How about that other western singer who was in the paper a while ago."
  "Who?"
  "I dunno.  I think his band was called the Outband."
  "Doug Stevens," Benny responded.
  "Yeah, that's the guy."  When it came to sexual facts, you could always
rely on Benny.
  "People around here love country and western."
  "Okay, we got marshals.  Now what about floats?  Who's gonna put a float
in a gay parade?"
  "The drug stores for sure," observed Brett.
  "The drug stores?  Why?"
  "To advertise safes."
  "Hey, yeah, great thinking," said Benny, giving his older brother an
appreciative look.
  "And all this time you thought I was just the cute one in the family."
  The boys looked at each other, and with a grin, responded with a uniform
"no."
  "Fuck you all."
  "Later," responded Bobby.  "We got to organize this gay day stuff first."
  "So what can we do for fund raisers?"
  "We could give everyone prune juice during the parade and then charge ten
bucks to use the porta potties at the carnival."
  "Com'on Bobby, be serious."
  "I was," Bobby responded with an angry glare, insulted that his brothers
thought otherwise.
  "So we gonna have a carnival too, like some of them sites we looked up
said they did?"
  "Sure.  Carnivals can be loads of fun," observed Brent, and the boys
thought of the past carnivals and fund raisers they'd arranged and the
loads that they'd shot.
  They began to do some serious planning.  Brett volunteered to try and get
the country and western singers, which he figured would impress Cam, being
interested in music and all.  Brent offered to look after arranging for a
parade, figuring he could rely on his dad's expertise and contacts, and
Benny figured he and his mom could come up with some afternoon activities.
With a gleam in his eyes, Bobby said he and Aaron would arrange for a major
fundraiser that would be the hit of the day, but wouldn't say anything more
than that.  When there was a problem to be solved, the Brewster boys got
right down to it well, for a while, until their minds got distracted, or
they got horny, which was what usually distracted them in the first place.
  Another Brewster trait was that when there some something controversial,
they were usually right in the middle, and their decision to support gay
rights was certainly controversial.  Over the ensuing weeks, there were
many heated conversations throughout the community, and many reasons were
suggested as to why they should drop the whole idea.  However, the more
opposition the boys encountered the more determined they became to push
ahead, and the more it became evident that gay rights was an issue in their
community, the more Barry and Brenda supported their boys.
  "You might as well stay in bed tomorrow," advised thirteen-year-old
Andrew Jones with a cocky grin as he looked over at Benny.  "We're gonna
wipe the field with you wimps."
  "Yeah," chimed in his eleven-year-old kid brother smugly.  The two
thirteen-year-old boys had been attending the U14 Banker Hall Soccer Camp
for the week, a summer day camp set up by Banker Hall for the city and
surrounding rural district for boys who would qualify for the U14 teams
August first.  It was the last day for the five-day camp, and starting
tomorrow, Saturday, was the big weekend playoff.
  "Oh yeah?" retorted Benny, stepping up to Andrew and purposefully raising
his arms and clasping his hands behind his head to give the arrogant snob a
whiff of his armpits.  "Big talk coming from someone who still needs his
mom to wipe his nose."
  "Yeah?  We'll see."
  "We will."
  "Those two are such losers," observed Bobby as he and his brother headed
home.  "They give me a royal pain you know where."
  "Yeah, me too," agreed Benny.  "I don't care if we win the tournament
this weekend, as long as we beat out Emerson Hill."
  "You will," Bobby said confidently, slipping an arm about his brother's
waist.
  The next morning, the eight teams paired up.  Crestview Heights Cougars
won their morning tournament, and Emerson Hill Eagles won their afternoon
game.  Sunday morning the four winning teams paired up and the four losing
teams paired up for the B event with again Crestview and Emerson winning
their games, which meant they would be playing each other for the top prize
Sunday afternoon.  It was a hot, sweltering Sunday that last Sunday in
June, and the coaches agreed that instead of two periods of forty-five
minutes, they would give the boys a fifteen minute break half way through
each period.  The two teams were evenly matched, and by the end of the
first quarter of play, neither had scored a goal and both desperately
needed a break they had played so hard.
  "Thought you were going to wipe the field with us," taunted Benny as they
headed off the field.
  "Wait til the next quarter," replied Andrew.  "We got your butts draggin'
already."
  "Oh yeah?  We're gonna run circles around you clowns next quarter."
  "Wanna bet!"
  "Sure," responded Benny, his hazel eyes lighting up.  "What you got in
mind?"
  Andrew could have kicked himself for what he'd just said.  His cousin
Jason had warned him about making bets with the Brewster boys.  Of course
he hadn't meant it as wanting to bet, but saying what he'd really meant,
that there was no way the Cougars were going to run circles around them,
would just seem like he was trying to weasel out of making a wager.
  "The winning team has to buy the losing team ice cream cones," Andrew
replied, deciding to make the best out of it rather than explain he had not
really meant they should make a bet.
  "Triple headers."
  "Deal."
  The second quarter saw both teams try even harder, not just because they
were longtime competitors, nor because of the treat for the winners, but
because making the other team pay for the treat would be wicked.  Despite
the Cougar's strong defence, the Eagles scored two goals.
  "Wanna make the second half more interesting?" asked Benny as they headed
off the field for half time.
  "How?" Andrew asked suspiciously.
  "Besides buying ice cream, the losing team has to march in the Gay Pride
Parade next Saturday."
  "No f'n way!"
  "Scared you're gonna lose, huh?"
  "Of course not."
  "But not sure enough to make a bet."
  "We're not marching in no fag parade," Andrew responded firmly.
  "For sure.  What would people think," agreed one of his buddies.
  "Besides, my dad said we should be running all fairies out of town, not
doing something to make them want to stay," observed Trenton Hays, one of
the taller and more athletic Emerson Hills boys with thick honey blond
hair, blue-green eyes and long, fine eyelashes.
  "Bet you fems are going to be right in there marching with them," Andrew
suggested, looking down his nose at Benny.
  "They're playing like a bunch of girls," teased a fourth player and the
team leaned on each other for support as they broke into laughter.
  "Well, you're just a bunch of chicken shits," Benny's best buddy and
assistant team captain Justin Fording replied.
  "Yeah cluck cluck cluck," one of the Eagles responded, tucking his hands
in his pits and flapping his arms as he strutted about like a chicken.
  "Should be Emerson Chickens, not Eagles," said another, and it was the
Cougars' turn to high-five and hoot with amusement.
  "If we lose we'll march in drag," offered Benny.
  What "in drag" meant had to be explained to half the players, upon which
the Cougars suddenly shut up, and the Eagles quickly agreed.  Having to
march in a fag parade would be devastating to the macho thirteen-year-old
boys, but to march dressed up like girls would be doubly devastating.  For
the Eagles, to see their longtime rivals and lowbrow competitors not just
march in the parade, but dressed as girls would be hilarious and the
ultimate in one-upmanship.  For the Cougars, they would love nothing more
than to see the snobbish, sanctimonious uptown boys having to march in a
gay parade.  The two teams had been competitors as far back as anyone could
remember, older brothers passing down the torch to younger year after year.
Besides, those living in the richer and older Emerson Hills district, no
matter what their age or sex, thought they were better than those living in
the less affluent Crestview Heights community, and adults and sons and
daughters alike took every opportunity they could to prove it.
  "The Eagles are really going to kick ass the second half," announced
Daniel Jones, Andrew's eleven-year-old brother, as the teams headed back
onto the field.
  "Kiss ass did you say?" responded Bobby with a wide innocent look, the
eleven-year-old being there with his twin brothers to cheer on Benny and
his team.
  "You heard what I said."
  "Lick ass," Bobby observed definitively.
  "Up yours," responded Daniel, his temper building.
  "Deal.  If the Eagles win I bend over for you, but if the Cougars win you
gotta let me do you."
  "Agreed," responded Daniel, accepting the challenge without considering
what he was saying.  Having been waiting for a chance to get back at Bobby
for having fucked him last Boxing Day and seeing this as the perfect
opportunity, he had blurted out his acceptance without weighing the
consequences.  There was just something about Bobby Brewster that made his
blood boil and his mind to take a holiday.
  "And if the Cougars win you also got to lick the ass of each person who
scores," added Bobby, knowing Daniel was so mad he'd agree to anything and
taking full advantage of the uptown boy's quick temper.
  "Same for you when the Eagles win," retorted the confident
eleven-year-old.  "Right on the butthole.  You already got two to do."
  "What about you guys, you wanna make a bet on the game?" asked Brent,
looking at the four boys beside him, Jason Smythe-Jones and his buddy
Conrad Blackwell, and James Forsythe and his buddy Danny Maartens.  There
was no love lost between the twins and the four teens.
  "With you and your brother?  Forget it," responded Jason, Andrew and
Daniel's older cousin.  He knew better than to place a bet with a Brewster
from bitter experience.  Ever since the twins had disguised themselves as
girls and had tricked him and Conrad into double dating them over a year
ago Jason did not trust them.
  "What's the matter, don't got no faith in your little cousin?" asked
Brett.
  "You kidding?  The Eagles could beat the Cougars with one hand tied
behind their back."
  "Benny said they got a bet the losing team has to march in next
Saturday's parade.  What about it?  Me and Brett will make the same bet
with the four of you.  If the Cougars win the four of you gotta march, and
if the Eagles win, we'll march."
  "Unless you're too chicken," added Brett, knowing those were fighting
words.
  "Think we're that dumb we're gonna fall for that?" retorted Danny.
"Everyone knows you two wimps and your brothers are the ones pushing for
this stupid Gay Pride Day."
  "Yeah, you're gonna be marching in it anyway," agreed his best buddy
James, mincing and flipping his wrist.
  "So we'll take you up on your dumb bet," said Jason suddenly.  "Provided
when the Cougars lose you gotta wear pink jockstraps and carry signs saying
I'm a fag and proud of it."
  "And skip down the street singing the fairy song," added Danny, who along
with his best friend James Forsythe, had been looking for a chance to get
even with the twins ever since Bastille Day.
  "Fairy song?"
  "You know.  I don't go out with girls no more, I don't intend to marry, I
just go out with boys my age, weee I'm a fairy," Danny Maartens replied in
a singsong voice, and his three buddies laughed.
  "Deal.  And if you lose, we get to pick out your costumes."
  "You're on."
  The eight boys turned their attention back to the game.  With the
long-standing competition between the teams, the Eagles and Cougars always
played hard against each other, and with the high stakes now, they played
even harder.  Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the thirteen-year-old boys,
and their soccer jerseys were developing large stains around their pits and
down their backs.  By the end of the third quarter, the Eagles had scored a
third and fourth goal, and the Cougars had managed to get one, much to the
delight of Jason and his friends and to the dismay of the Brewster
brothers.
  "Maybe we should call in that last wish with Ali," observed Bobby,
referring to the Genie the boys had found during summer camp the previous
year.
  "Or use a spell from your book," suggested Brett, referring to the spell
book Brent had found after the boys had been attacked by four demons
seeking revenge one Halloween.
  "That would be cheating," Brent observed.
  "Yeah, you're right," his twin brother agreed with a sigh.
  "Yeah, Benny's got to win this fair and square," agreed Bobby as he
looked at the huddle of Cougars out on the field.
  "Geez, I'm not dressing up like a girl and marching in no f'n fag
parade," observed one of the Cougars worriedly as they gathered around
their captain after the pep talk by their coach.
  "We made a bet," one of them observed.
  "Well, yeah," the first boy agreed.
  "Hey, we're gonna beat those suckers.  Benny's our captain, and he's
never let us down."
  "Yeah," agreed several others.  "And we ain't gonna let him down.  We're
a team."
  "Right," several more chimed in, and the hot, sweaty boys formed a circle
about their captain and cheered, even more pumped up then after the pep
talk by their coach, who was standing on the sidelines and smiling, proud
of his boys and surprised his little talk had buoyed them up so.
  "So how we gonna score four fuckin' goals and stop them from scoring any
in twenty-two minutes when we've only managed one in sixty-seven minutes?"
the boy who'd spoken first asked, having faith in his captain, but not in
miracles.
  "This way," said Benny, calling his team into a huddle.  He knew things
were desperate, and when things were desperate you had to take risks.  He
also knew how guys like those on the Eagles team thought.  As they
listened, his teammates could not believe what he was proposing, but
considering how deep they were in already, plus their faith in him from
past pranks and assorted shenanigans, they decided to take a chance.  As
Benny approached the captain of the opposing team, he hoped he was right
and the team's faith in him wasn't misguided.
  "What the fuck you think he's doing?" asked Danny as he and the others
watched from the sidelines.
  "Probably offering his congratulations already," responded James and the
two boys high- fived.
  "Or begging to be let out of their bet," suggested Conrad, and his three
buddies all chuckled in agreement.
  "You two better start practising your singing," observed Jason, and the
four boys laughed as they looked at the Brewster twins smugly.  Each of
them had a very good reason to want to get back at the blond twins, and it
was looking very certain that they finally were going to do so.
  "Oh yeah?" responded Brett.  "Well, the game isn't over yet.  Want to
make the last quarter really interesting?"
  "You don't really think the Cougars got a chance of winning?" Jason asked
with a snort.
  As several adults joined the growing audience to watch the last quarter,
Brett motioned for the group to huddle and he whispered his proposal.
Normally suspicious of the Brewster brothers, upon hearing what he had to
say the four boys supporting the Eagles threw caution to the wind and
agreed.  That the stupid Brewsters would suggest raising the stakes when
their team was trailing by three points and with just twenty-two minutes
left in the game just showed how naive they were when it came to sports,
something the four boys had been claiming for years.  Besides being certain
they were going to win, what Brett was proposing he and his brother would
do if they lost would go a long way toward making up for the abuse they'd
suffered because of the brothers.
  Brett had no idea what Benny had in mind, but he had faith in his
brother, enough faith to make the outlandish proposal he'd made.  He also
knew his foils well enough that he had no doubt they'd readily agree to the
bet.  They had been pretty quiet since Boxing Day, but lately they'd been
getting bolder and starting with their teasing and bullying once again.
The four had this desperate need to look good, and making fun of the twins
seemed to be their favourite way of doing so.  Following his older
brother's lead and having faith in his judgement, Bobby proposed a change
in his bet with Daniel, who like his cousin, was so confident his brother's
team was going to win and was so eager to humiliate and debase Bobby that
he readily agreed to the change.
  When the game resumed, the Cougars scored a goal in the first five
minutes, which really didn't concern the Eagles nor their supporters,
especially when the Eagles made a strong come back and scored their fifth
score.  That was the beginning of their undoing.
  Being overconfident, the Eagles got careless, and the Cougars scored
their third goal for the game three minutes after that and five minutes
later scored their fourth.  What had looked like a runaway game for the
Eagles was suddenly very close.
  With ten minutes left to play, the two teams played for all they were
worth, much to the delight of the crowd.  Dark, wet triangles stained the
backs and fronts of their bright soccer uniforms, and their shorts were
sticking to their sweat-drenched bodies.  Every one of the thirty players,
the twenty-two on the field and the eight replacements on the benches, was
beginning to feel his muscles growing weaker and weaker by the minute, but
especially the fifteen Eagles.  In their zeal to beat the Cougars, the
Eagles had forgotten one of the basic strategies of any athletic sport.
They had gone all out for the first hour, and now they were beginning to
drag, compared to the Cougars who had been pacing themselves, and which
resulted now in a tying score.  That had been one of the things Benny had
been counting on when he'd made his desperate plea with his team to up the
stakes in the middle of the second half.
  It was because of those stakes that the two teams had played especially
hard the last ten minutes.  Time slowly ticked by with neither team being
able to make a score against the other.  Two minutes left, one, forty-five
seconds.  Justin received the ball from Benny and headed toward the Eagle's
goal posts.  They swarmed after him like bees after honey.  He passed it to
Benny and certain the captain of the team would try to make the winning
goal, the Eagles swerved and headed to cut him off.  Instead, he passed the
ball right back to Justin, who raced past the befuddled boys and scored the
Eagle's sixth goal.  There was fifteen seconds left.  The Eagles made a
valiant attempt to score, but there was not enough time to come back.
  The look of utter despair and devastation on the faces of the Emerson
Hills Eagles and the ecstatic grins of the wildly cavorting Crestview
Heights Cougars had nothing to do with losing or winning, or the
triple-scoop ice-cream cones the Cougars had been promised, though that was
what the adults assumed was the cause of the boys' behaviour.  That it was
the bets the boys had made the adults would find out soon enough, at least
the second bet the boys had made at half time. There was no way the boys
were going to be able to keep that a secret.
  Although many parents on both sides would not like what the boys had
wagered, and many of the parents of the Eagles would do their best to get
their sons out of the agreement, it was highly unlikely any of the boys on
the winning side would relent.  As for the bets made during the break after
the third quarter, those the boys were not about to reveal, and they could
only hope their parents, and their peers, would never find out about them.
The following Friday night the fifteen members of the two teams and eight
of their supporters did not get much sleep, half dreading the next day more
than anything they had ever dreaded before, and half with just as great
anticipation.
  The parade began at ten o'clock Saturday morning with the local police
leading in anticipation of trouble.  Immediately behind them came the
parade marshal, who ended up being Barry Brewster's boss, Henry Farnsworth.
In the weeks prior to the parade he and James Forsythe had clashed
repeatedly about celebrating Gay Pride Day, just as they had clashed over
the promotion of a scouting for all movement for the local scout troop.
With a vacancy having come up on town council, they were both campaigning
for the seat, the more progressive Farnsworth taking the side of minority
rights, including those of the gay population, while the ultraconservative
Forsythe took the side of family and church values.
  Farnsworth promoted the fact that Wecare Pet Supplies was an employer who
recognized all rights, from the feminist movement for equal rights for
women to the racial issue of rights for blacks and the religious issue that
all faiths had a right to practice their beliefs.  He was hoping to get
elected on a platform of respecting the rights of others to have different
values and recognition of the growing diversity of the community.
Forsythe, on the other hand, promoted the fact that his company supported
family values above all else, and he knew in this conservative town that he
had the support of the churches and many influential individuals.  So, in
the ensuing debate, Henry Farnsworth became the parade marshal, while James
Forsythe and his supporters were waiting by the town hall with their
placards opposing those who practised any alternative life style.
  Next came the commercial floats, and being in the heart of red-neck
country, there were only a dozen, and most came from out of town, including
the state PFLAG organization, GALUS, the Gay and Lesbian University
Students Club, the county health clinic who had entered a float featuring
safe sex and AIDS, a Bear group from upstate, and the Metropolitan
Community Church promoting tolerance and recognition of gay marriages.
Those from in town included a floral shop, the one and only adult store,
Exotic Features, and the Committee for Scouting for All.  They were
followed by a flat bed with Doug Stevens and the Outband performing with
k.d.  lang, who having come from small red-neck communities themselves,
were clearly enjoying themselves.
  Behind them marched a small crowd of the gay community and their
supporters, including grade four teacher and cubmaster Mark Aldin who was
sympathetic toward the gay community and his two sons Sam and Joshua, the
high school biology teacher Anthony Kurtz whom the boys and a select group
knew was bisexual, the lawyer Harold Bingham and his wife and gay son Wally
who had come out to his parents but was otherwise still closeted, the
Goldstein family in support of the Brewsters and against any type of
discrimination, Mister and Mrs Hollis with their son Billy and his goth
friend Mordock, who had brought several other goth friends, some of whom
those watching the parade debated if they were male or female and all
raising their eyebrows and commenting on their piercings, makeup, and
possible sexual orientation, William and Joe, whom many high school and
college students knew as long time lovers, Sherry Anders, one of the few
lesbians that the boys knew, and the elderly Mike Wolenski and Alex Burns
who had found each other on Veteran's Day, thanks to the Brewster boys.
  Bringing up the rear, and looking very unhappy about it were the Emerson
Hills Eagles in their soccer jerseys and shorts.  All fifteen members
showed up, mainly in support of each other, and because no matter how
embarrassing it was, they were not going to be accused of welshing on a
bet.  There were also a few who knew if they did not show up they'd be
targets for the Brewster brothers.  They stared straight ahead, glaring at
the marchers in front of them and getting madder and madder and turning
redder and redder with each step as they were cheered and jeered by the
students at Crestview Heights Junior and Senior High schools.  Even though
almost everyone knew they were marching because of the bet, something they
and their parents had broadcast vigorously, that did little to sooth their
bruised egos and fragile masculinity.  They knew there would be those who
would not believe it had anything to do with a bet, and there would be
rumours as to which of them were gay, and which were fag lovers.
  Although the students and adults had heard rumours about the Eagles
participation, few had known about the bet that the twins had made.  To
their amazement, and for the students amusement, marching along with the
fifteen glowering and humiliated thirteen-year-olds were fifteen-year-old
Jason and Conrad in full drag, complete with wigs and make up.  The dark-
haired, handsome Jason was wearing a black wig with a modern cut, and a
bright red, backless and low-cut gown with a slit up the side that revealed
underneath he was wearing frilly white panties with red hearts.  Conrad,
wearing a blond wig to match his real hair colour, was dressed in a skimpy,
frilly blouse that showed his midriff, and a miniskirt that showed off his
shapely, smooth legs.  Beside them marched Danny and his best buddy James,
the two sixteen-year-olds stylishly dressed in studded collars, leather and
chain harnesses, and leather pants so tight they could barely walk, all
purchased from Erotic Features by a college friend of Justin's older
brother.  Although the four strutted and pretended to be putting on an act,
there were many in the crowd who were not so certain it was pretense, and
there were a significant number who had to drop their hands to cover up
their crotches as a result of seeing the four handsome teenage studs
walking by.  The high school girls largely stared in shock, those who had
the hots for the four boys because of their athletic builds or their social
position devastated by the possibility that the boys they had the hots for
were gay, and those the boys had been hitting on lately wondering if they
were only being used as covers for the boys' real interests.
  James Forsythe senior, who had been informed by his son about the bet
with the Brewster brothers, made the best of the situation, telling his
friends, colleagues and anyone who would listen that his son and his three
friends were actually satirizing the gay life style and its perversity,
knowing that many would not believe it if he told the truth that they were
doing it as a result of a bet.  As it was, he knew there would be doubters,
so when the parade passed city hall he put on a show of support for the
four boys.  The majority bought his story, many out of respect for him, and
most because they sincerely believed that homosexuality was a big city
thing, and homosexuals did not exist in their little town.
  Joining him in James Forsythe's protest in front of city hall was Billy
Graham who had it in for the Brewster brothers and was still trying to
convince everyone he was not as inadequately hung as everyone figured from
someone, one of the Brewsters he suspected, having iced his dick way back
in October of last year.  Reverend Bentley, who still did not know his son
was gay and who had preached many sermons on the sin of homosexuality was
there, as was the openly prejudiced Wilson Carter who carried a sign that
said "The Gay Way is Not God's Way".  Father O'Rilley, who really had no
choice but to protest considering the position of the Catholic Church but
who had a secret craving for young boys, and Martha Richards who recited
passages from the bible as the parade passed, along with a few
representatives from the Catholic School Board and a handful of redneck
farmers and ranchers from the surrounding rural community made up the rest
of the protest group.  Despite the protesters, Barry and Brent were pleased
with the success of their first ever Gay Pride parade and wee already
thinking about next year.
  The parade ended at Murray Park where members from the surrounding
countryside and smaller rural communities had set up a farmer's market,
taking advantage of the anticipated crowd and inquiring tourists who would
not otherwise have come into town had it not been for the planned
festivities and the controversial parade.  Always eager to show off their
creations and make a few extra dollars, assorted craftsmen had set up
booths, and having heard about the Gay Day celebrations, a number of
entrepreneurs from around the state had come in the hopes of making some
money besides, resulting in a surprising number of booths selling
jewellery, gay trinkets and symbols, and sexually oriented merchandise.  In
a surprising show of support, or more likely good marketing sense, the
Hunts had set up a stand selling gingerbread men and women with pink icing
underwear and under the table popsicles in the shape of penises and labia.
  It had turned out to be a beautiful day for a family picnic and an
opportunity to wander about the farmers' market and craft tables.  A tent
had been set up where representatives from the county health clinic, PFLAG,
GALUS, and other gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered groups along with
Reverend Bentley, Father O'Rilley and a minister from the Metropolitan
Community Church were scheduled to make presentations and participate in a
panel on gay rights.  Between the parade, the nice day and the other
attractions at the park, there was much more interest than had been
anticipated and the large carnival tent was packed to capacity, much to
Brenda Brewster's delight.
  Benny was not there to witness the success of his contribution to the
day.
  While the adults were listening to lectures or visiting the crafts
booths, Benny and most of the youth from Crestview Heights Elementary,
Junior and Senior High schools besides a few students from the Catholic
schools had congregated at the other end of the park where unbeknownst to
the adults, another large tent had been set up in the bushes.  What else
the adults did not know, was that during the third quarter break when they
were leading four to one the Eagles had bet with the Cougars that the
losing team would do a full Monty that afternoon.  What the Eagles did not
know, was that the Cougars had been told by their captain that they could
invite whomever they wanted to the performance if they won.  Watching the
high and mighty Eagles do a strip dance combined with the knowledge that
they would be the ones performing if they lost was motivation enough for
the thirteen-year-old Cougars to do their best on the field, and the
thought of being able to invite others to watch the arrogant upperclass
snobs bare everything had given them the extra edge they'd needed to win.
  The Eagles had headed to the tent as soon as they'd finished their picnic
lunch, eager to get their ordeal over with.  Questioning why such a large
tent, they accepted Benny's explanation that it had been donated along with
the other tent the adults were in, which was true.  He just did not add
that they'd had a choice in sizes.  Turning on the tape they'd brought and
turning up the volume to block out the noise of the growing audience, Benny
and his brothers could not wait for the show to begin.  Thinking they were
going to be performing before the fifteen members of the Cougars, the
fifteen Eagles stared in shock when Benny pulled back the curtain and they
saw not just the Cougars, but a tent jammed with boys and girls ranging in
age anywhere from eight to sixteen, including some of their classmates.
The boys objected loudly and flatly refused to perform even when Benny
pointed out that there had been no mention who the losing team was to
perform for.
  Of course their refusal to strip did not go over well with the crowd who
had been looking forward to this all week.  They immediately began to boo
and hiss and make assorted rude comments about the dependability and
integrity of the students at Saint Joseph Middle school and the residents
of Emerson Hills in general.  When it became evident if they did not keep
up their end of the bargain they were going to be branded as losers who did
not keep their promises, and would likely be mob stripped if they didn't
hurry up and do something, the boys reluctantly agreed to continue.
  So, to the tune of "Shake It" sung by Aaron Carter and selected by Benny,
the fifteen upper class young boys from Emerson Hills in their forest green
soccer jerseys and gold nylon soccer shorts began to gyrate and slowly
remove their clothes, much to the amusement and hooting of their audience.
Glancing at each other so they were not the first, they slowly drew off
their jerseys, revealing their thin boyish chests.  Although they were all
athletic, a couple were clearly on the heavier side, and a couple were
skinnier than average so that their ribs were clearly showing, and although
all were thirteen, some were well into their adolescence and others to
their chagrin had not yet entered puberty.  Ranging in height anywhere from
four-foot-eight to five- foot-six, and weighing anywhere from seventy-five
pounds to a hundred-and-thirty, they represented a wide cross section of
thirteen-year-olds.  What they all had in common were their smooth,
hairless chests and thin arms, and the look of embarrassment in their eyes.
  Having never performed a strip tease before, and having never even seen
one, they moved awkwardly and paid little attention to the rhythm of the
music as they eased off their runners, and raised their feet to pull off
their socks.  Amidst cries of "take it off" and "shake it" they slowly
eased down their soccer shorts as one, glancing again at each other, and
slowly stepped out of them, revealing an assortment of boxers and briefs
from stylish silk boxers from Abercrombie and Fitch to plain white BVD
briefs.  Encouraging them to swing their butts in time with the music and
criticising their dancing, the girls in particular were vocal in calling
for them to remove their last article of clothing.
  Already blushing a bright crimson and wishing they could die on the spot
being seen in their underwear, they turned their backs to the crowd as they
had planned earlier in the week, and as one the shamefaced boys pushed down
their underwear, revealing an assortment of butts of different sizes, but
all pink, smooth, and boyishly compact.  As they bent over to step out of
their underwear the audience went wild, giggling and hooting and clapping
along with assorted catcalls.  The fifteen boys, accustomed to being envied
for their position on the Emerson Hills soccer team and each of them proud
that they came from rich and powerful families compared to others of lower
fortunes, had never been laughed at in all their lives.  The stood there
glaring straight ahead with anger and embarrassment like they had never
felt in their young lives.
  Of course the appreciative audience called for them to turn around as
Benny and his brothers quickly grabbed the discarded underwear and tossed
the boys' briefs and boxers into the wildly cheering crowd.  Having no
intention of turning around, they desperately glanced around for their
discarded clothing and stooped to pick them up.  Holding their clothes
before their crotches and over their butts, they crab-walked and partially
turned to escape out the side flap.  To their dismay, they found a crush of
audience blocking the exit.  As they slowly turned, they discovered that
the audience had parted under direction of the Brewster brothers so that
the only way out was going to be directly through the crowd of cheering,
giggling, and leering youth.
  In his flustered embarrassment, one of the boys dropped one of his
runners, and as he made an attempt to grab it, he dropped the jersey he had
been holding, revealing his privates for all to see.  As he quickly
crouched down and covered himself up, a second had the same misfortune as
he tried to hold his jersey, runners, socks, and trousers in front and
behind him.  In their hurry and excitement the entire team seemed to become
all thumbs.  Some of the boys were well endowed with generous growths of
fine pubic hairs, others had the fine silky hairs of boys just entering
adolescence, and still others had the tiny pink dinks and balls and
hairless pubes of boys who had not yet entered puberty.  Amidst the
thunderous applause of their audience, they finally made a hurried exit,
futilely holding their clothes before and behind them.  Giggling with
excitement and merriment, the crowd of youngsters headed back to the other
side of the park where more fun had been promised.
  Bobby and Aaron had come up with the idea for a pie throwing and pie
eating contest as two fund raisers and had spent the weeks leading up to
June thirtieth lining up participants, relying on their boyish smiles and
charms or their intended victim's weakness to get them to agree.  Planned
for three that afternoon to coincide with the end of the lectures, the
crowd took their places before the stage beside the lecture tent.  Cole
Bentley, the eighteen-year-old gay son of Reverend Bentley, and three
teachers, thirty-seven-year-old Steve West who was also known by the
students as Ol'Foghorn because of the way he hollered orders when the
busses unloaded, hunky twenty-six-year-old Mike Harris, the junior high
physical education teacher, and their elementary school principal Harold
Bayer had been convinced to participate in the pie throwing contents after
hints that if they didn't support the fundraiser, certain unmentioned
secrets would be revealed.  Bobby and Aaron were referring of course to the
sexual escapades the men had unwittingly engaged in sometime in the past as
a result of the Brewster boys' pranks.  Coach Jack Vardy from the high
school, known as Sergeant Major Vardy for his no-nonsense discipline, was
enticed to participate because junior high coach and physical education
teacher Mike Harris was participating.
  To the crowd's surprise but in keeping with the theme of the day, the
five men emerged from the change tent wearing nothing more than sexy black
bikini thongs.  With the exception of Harold Bayer, who was short, balding
and developing a spare tire, the others did not look that bad, and a couple
looked hot enough to be posing for a Playgirl magazine, or a gay beefcake
mag.  Cole's smooth, hairless chest and youthful though somewhat chubby
looks contrasted sharply with the muscular and hairy Jack Vardy who would
look great in leathers and with a whip with his rugged good looks.  Mike
Harris's body was just as muscular but younger and less hairy and caught
the attention of most of the female crowd, married and unmarried, besides a
number of gay men.  Even Steve West, whose body was flabbier and softer
than the bodies of the two jocks, was not that bad looking.
  For a dollar each, participants could purchase a banana cream or
chocolate cream pie donated by the local bakery to toss at one of the five
men, the owners of the bakery, unbeknownst by the community, being a gay
couple.  Of course there was a constant stream of students and former
students eager to pie the teachers, and the righteous Cole Bentley.  The
men's faces and chests were just as popular as their crotches and butts.
In time there wasn't an exposed patch of skin to be seen from the top of
their heads to their toes, after which it became a contest to see who could
layer on the most cream pie.
  When everyone who wanted to had a chance to pie the five men, Bobby
called upon the five men who had agreed to participate in the pie eating
contest.  The boys' two-hundred-and- eighty pound bus driver, James
Blackburn, who was only a week away from his forty-third birthday, would
normally have entered a pie eating contest without a moment's hesitation,
but for an event organized by a boy whom he considered the spawn of the
devil himself, he had been very suspicious, and it was not until Bobby had
hinted that he knew something about him and Steve West that others might
find interesting that he had agreed.  Similarly, Sven Bjornson, the
elementary school caretaker, wanted nothing to do with the contest until
Bobby hinted that he knew about him and the school principal.  In both
cases the sexual activities being implied had once again been the result of
pranks by the Brewster brothers, and although Bobby had hinted he had
evidence that he could use, he never came right out and said he had it, or
that he'd use it.
  Fat Arnold Bester, who was going into grade eleven with the twins, had
not asked any questions when asked to participate, nor had the twin's
bisexual high school biology teacher, Anthony Kurtz, who was eager to
support the town's first gay event.  The last participant, recently-arrived
twenty-eight-year-old Lance Cross, the athletic social worker who had been
hired to manage the new YMCA and who'd been given an erection while MC'ing
the events on President's Day courtesy of the Brewster brothers, was too
new and gullible to know to suspect the Brewster boys, and besides, he saw
it as a way to get himself better known in the community.  He had no idea
just how well known he was going to become.
  When the men found out this was no ordinary pie eating contest, James
Blackburn and Lance Cross immediately tried to back out of their agreement,
but when Bobby and Aaron observed they would not want to be either of the
men when their friends and the community found out what spoil sports they
were, both saw the wisdom of going ahead with the contest.  Sven Bjornson
and Anthony Kurtz, on the other hand, eagerly stepped forward with large
grins, the two of them having already picked the two men they planned on
licking clean.  Arnold Bester was not certain what was happening, and
looked about uncertainly, unable to believe the pie he'd been eagerly
anticipating eating was that plastered all over another guy's body.
  Sven having stepped up to Harold Bayer, and Anthony Kurtz having stepped
up to Cole Bentley, Bobby naturally paired up Steve West with James
Blackburn, fat Arnold with Jack Vardy, and Lance Cross with Mike Harris.
Those watching were given twenty minutes to bet on who they thought would
clean up their partner the fastest.  Those who picked the winner would
split half of all the money bet after the winner had been given his share,
and the rest would be put aside toward doing something in the community to
support those living an alternate life style.
  At Bobby's signal, the five began to lick the pie from the faces of their
hapless partners, much to the merriment of those watching.  Bjornson and
Kurtz began eagerly, and after a moment, his love of food won over and
Arnold joined them just as willingly.  Blackburn and Cross attacked their
two pie-coated partners with far less enthusiasm, much to the complaint of
those who'd bet on them, many having figured the obese Blackburn and young
Cross to have an advantage over the others.  As the men proceeded down the
necks of their partners and began to lick and suck the pie off their
chests, the interest by the crowd began to grow.  Kurtz had it easy licking
off Cole's smooth chest and was soon sucking and thoroughly cleaning the
boy's hard, tingling teats.  Arnold, on the other hand, found a thick mat
of hair under his pie, which as he licked it off, became plastered to
Vardy's muscular chest.  Those who had it in for one or more of the ten men
nudged their friends and grinned broadly with amusement as they watched the
men engaging in the symbolic and suggestive homosexual act.
  The five doing the eating skipped the two obvious areas that everyone was
waiting to watch, and began to lick up the cream pie from the men's feet
and legs, which for a number of those watching, was just as erotic.  By the
time the five men had worked back up to their partner's crotches, more than
a few men in the audience were sporting erections.
  Remembering their hot sex together in the bus, both Steve West and James
Blackburn were among the first of the participants to get boned.  To Steve
West's dismay he felt his swelling cock slowly tenting out his skimpy thong
and there was nothing he could do about it, and then suddenly even more to
his dismay he felt it slide out of the slippery, creamed pouch.
Fortunately the tight thong pinned it down so that instead of sticking
straight out it hung down his left leg.  He stood there helplessly, unable
to do anything without being obvious.
  As Blackburn ran his tongue up West's leg, he suddenly discovered West's
problem.  Glancing up at the teacher, he saw the look of desperation in his
eyes.  If he stopped now, the cream pie still clinging to the teacher's leg
and crotch would probably hide his condition, at least long enough for him
to get back into the change tent.  Alternatively, he could soften the man's
cock for him and then nudge it back into his thong.  The fat bus driver
hesitated, uncertain what to do.  With thoughts of the cash prize that
would at least partially make up for the humiliation of having to
participate in this perverted contest, besides memories of the man
furiously humping him in the bus under the influence of Cupid's special
love arrow, and how great it had felt having sex with him, the fat bus
driver slipped his lips over the knob of the teacher's throbbing seven inch
member and began to suck on it much to the married teacher's surprise.
  Arnold Bester, meanwhile, was eagerly licking and sucking Jack Vardy's
crotch with one thought in mind, and that was cream pie.  Well, that and
ten percent of all money bet, which was what the winner was going to get
before the rest was split.  The sixteen-year-old was so engrossed he was
oblivious to the effect his mouthing of the Sergeant Major's crotch was
having on the man as he squirmed and tried his best to fight what was
happening to him.  Being a happily married man and one of the stronger
opponents to what many were calling the gay agenda, he was surprised to
find the effect of the teenager's innocent actions on himself.  He was even
more surprised and dismayed that fighting his arousal was a lot more
difficult than he would have imagined.
  Lance Cross and Mike Harris were having similar problems to the high
school physical education teacher and coach.  Both were straight, but as
Mike stood there on the stage with the handsome young jock licking and
mouthing his crotch, deeply repressed memories of his strange experience a
couple years ago on Valentines when he and his physical education students
seemed to go sex crazy surfaced.  To this day he was sure someone had
slipped them all some type of drug, and in a sense, if you consider Cupid's
magic arrows that the Brewster boys had borrowed, he was right.  It
certainly explained the unusual pleasure he'd felt, and which had tormented
him for a long time afterward as he questioned his sexual orientation,
especially as a young, unmarried man.
  Although only recently arrived in town, Lance Cross had already been the
victim of the Brewster boys' zeal for sex, and standing there on the stage
before hundreds of people reminded him of the embarrassment of getting a
boner while MC at the opening of the YMCA in front of an even larger crowd
and his parents besides.  That memory and the homoerotic symbolism of him
kneeling there before a man with his face buried in his crotch had, to his
dismay, the expected result.  As he felt the junior high jock's cock
beginning to swell in his cream-coated thong, his own cock began to swell
all the faster, and when Mike noticed the tenting out of the man's
trousers, his cock responded accordingly.  Each was aghast by what was
happening.  First it had to mean the other was gay, because only a gay man
would find this act arousing.  Second, the other had to know the first was
getting hard, which meant the other would be thinking that he was gay too.
Despite their growing embarrassment, each man felt his cock swell until it
was rock hard.
  Sven Bjornson was feeling no such embarrassment.  He remembered very well
the pleasure he'd had showing the smart-ass principal just who was the man
down in the school's boiler room, and he saw now not just the opportunity
to show the arrogant and aloof intellectual that brains did not necessarily
put you in control again, but he saw the opportunity to show a lot of
people that.  So he eagerly and willingly sucked on the man's crotch, and
of course his skilful tongue and hot mouth had the expected results,
especially as memories of being brutally ravished by the Swedish janitor
flooded Bayer's mind.  Having thoroughly licked the cream pie off the
school principal's crotch so that his condition could easily be seen by
everyone, Bjornson slipped around to the back and began to lick the pie
from Bayer's buttocks.  He discretely eased the man's thong aside so he
could get a good lick at his crack.  Needless to say Bayer stretched ramrod
straight and squirmed and gasped as he felt Bjornson's hot, wet tongue run
along his crack and thrills of arousal pass up his swelling dick.  Although
he found the janitor repulsive and the act he was engaging in repugnant, it
was physically stimulating.  Cream pie clung to Bjornson's bushy black
eyebrows as he pressed his lips against Bayer's anus and sucked eagerly on
his hole, as he recalled the fun he'd had reaming the man with a plunger
his huge, veined cock began to rise.
  Of them all, Anthony Kurtz and chubby Cole Bentley were having the most
fun.  The biology teacher was well aware that the reverend's son was gay,
having been one of the men who had found the boy on the gay stroll of
Murray Park dressed up in a bunny suit several Easters ago.  He now eagerly
wrapped his lips about the boy's swollen dick and sucked on it through his
soaked thong, and he knew the boy was enjoying it as much as he was.  His
own big fat sausage was tenting out his trousers and he discretely reached
down and squeezed it.
  Tilting his head, he slipped down and sucked on the boy's eggs and
slipped his tongue under the edge of the boy's thong.  Cream pie clung to
his beard as he eagerly attacked the gay youngster's genitals and Cole
squirmed with arousal and pushed his crotch in the teacher's face.
  What was happening was evident to a number of men and boys in the
audience, all of whom glanced around to be sure nobody was watching before
reaching down and rearranging things before their conditions became
evident, and giving themselves a quick tug at the same time. Of course the
four Brewster brothers were very much aware of what was happening, and they
didn't know where to look next as boners popped up all around them,
including, of course, between their own legs.  A number of the women,
especially those with young children, found the whole thing disgusting and
left with a huff.  A large number, on the other hand, found the sight of
men engaged in the homoerotic act arousing, and would later be recalling
the images as they and their husbands satisfied their needs back in the
privacy of their homes.  As for the younger children, they were equally
spit between those who found the whole thing slapstick funny, and those who
found themselves with stiff little wieners to their surprise.  A few, like
young Charles Elwood, the Brewster's neighbour, was not surprised at all.
  Of course the ten men on the stage above all others were acutely aware
that every one of them had developed a bone.  Cole was openly gasping and
squirming with erotic pleasure, and the way Anthony Kurtz's trousers were
tented there was no doubt of his enjoyment.  Whether or not Steve West was
enjoying the licking Blackburn was giving him was immaterial.  His seven-
inch boner was aching, and if Blackburn didn't bring him off so he could go
limp and tuck it back in his thong, it was going to be a major problem.
With that in mind, he concentrated on the pleasure Blackburn was giving
him, willing himself to come with all his mental ability and thinking of
the hot time he'd had fucking the bus driver's fat ass on the bus.
  Those memories of how great his long, seven-inch cock felt up the
driver's hot, moist rectum along with the hot, moist mouth sucking on his
itching knob finally did the trick.  With a sudden and sharp intake of
breath, he tensed and his nuts contracted, sending his man cream shooting
up his throbbing cock and into the mouth of the fat bus driver.  Blackburn
had noticed the sudden tightening of West's foreskin and the sudden throb
at the base of his cock just above his nuts, and knew what that meant,
being a man.  He eagerly began to swallow the fresh cream as it squirted in
his mouth.  Bayer could not help but notice that the teacher had shot his
load, and that, plus the assault of the janitor's tongue on his asshole,
brought him over the brink.  He whimpered and trembled and his loins went
weak as his cum gushed out of his stiff cock and filled his flimsy black
thong.  Bjornson reached down and as he brushed his bushy moustache and
eyebrows against the principal's naked butt, he brought himself off with a
couple wanks, filling his underwear while Bayer's cum oozed out of his
thong and began to trickle down his leg, much to the trembling man's
mortification.
  Cole was the next to shoot his wad, and the teenage boy's copious load
flooded out from under his brief thong to be eagerly lapped up by the
biology teacher, along with the remaining banana cream which had caught the
thick, viscous boy cream.  Having brought the boy off in front of everyone
was so hot that Kurtz shot off without even touching himself.  He trembled
and eagerly licked up the fresh cum of the young boy as he felt his load
flood across his crotch and ooze down over his tight nuts.  He knew his
trousers would have a large, telltale dark stain, but he felt so good he
did not care.  He could always claim that the wet spot was from the cream
pie clinging to his beard.
  Jack and Arnold could both smell the musky aroma of fresh cum, and Jack
Vardy had to give in.  His thick sausage throbbing hotly as he filled his
thong, he inhaled sharply with the perverse pleasure.  Suddenly realizing
that he'd brought the man off, Arnold paused in his attack.  He had just
brought off his physical education teacher!  He had made the man shoot his
load, there in front of hundreds of people, men and women, boys and girls.
That was so wicked!  Arnold froze as that thought triggered his own
release, and he inhaled sharply as his cock began to throb and his stuff
squirted out and began to fill his boxers.  He was coming!  He was shooting
his load right there in front of his teacher and half of the town!  He
could not believe what was happening.  He hadn't even had a boner.
  The two good-looking jocks, Mike Harris and Lance Cross, were the last to
come.  They could not help but notice what was happening around them, and
although they both tried to fight the reaction in their groins, they could
not more stop mother nature than they could stop thinking how perverted
they felt.  Both straight and both mortified that they were coming like two
wanton faggots, the two studs blushed a bright red as they erupted.  On the
one hand each man felt immense pleasure with the thrill of ejaculation, and
on the other each felt disgusted with himself.  Harris was glad that at
least his thong was wet from the pie filling and nobody would know what
he'd done.  Cross was not so fortunate as a dark stain spread across the
stomach of his pale tan trousers.  Having an erection while MC'ing had been
a horror, this was worse.  His face flushing a deep red, he dropped his
hand to his crotch in an attempt to hid the evidence.  The man's heart sank
when a minute later Bobby declared him the winner and all eyes were
suddenly focussed on him.
  "Congratulations, Mister Cross," Bobby said, looking up at the flustered
man with wide, innocent eyes as he extended hand.  "Oh, looks like you got
some cream filling on your nice clean trousers," he observed as if just
noticing as they shook hands.  Releasing the man's hand, he reached down
with a finger and pretended to try to wipe it off.  Feeling the semierect
tube of flesh stretching across the man's stomach, Bobby pushed down on the
spongy tube and innocently ran his fingers along it, causing more of the
man's marrow to ooze out of his bone and add to the wet stain.  The
twenty-eight-year-old man didn't know what to do, and so did nothing.
Slipping his fingers about the warm bulge and giving it one last squeeze,
Bobby smiled up at the man knowingly, and Lance Cross knew the
eleven-year-old knew he'd just creamed his jeans like some randy teenager.
  As Lance Cross headed off the stage, his crotch warm and sticky and cum
trickling down over his balls and down his leg, he wondered what the
eleven-year-old boy was thinking of him.  Was he disgusted?  Had he found
his discovery erotic?  Or was the boy too young and innocent to really know
what had happened.  He was, after all, only eleven, still a child.  If he
did know, suppose he told others.  His attempt to get away so he could wipe
himself off was thwarted as he was surrounded by well wishers
congratulating him on winning, and by others, especially young teens and
preteens, who seemed to be staring at the large wet splotch across his
groin.  Were they really, or was it his overactive imagination?  Lance
Cross was not the only one asking himself that as the other participants
were finding themselves in the same situation as they tried to escape.
  As the adults milled around the crafts booths and visited, they joked
about the two contests, many observing that it was just like the Brewster
boys to come up with prank like that, and all of them thinking but none of
them daring to voice their strong suspicion that some if not all of the men
had not only gotten erections, but they'd had an orgasm besides.  While the
adults visited, the fifteen members of the Cougars headed back to the other
side of the park for their special reward for their efforts the previous
Sunday.  Back at the end of the third quarter when the Eagles had been
leading four to one, the twins had agreed with Jason, Conrad, James and
Danny the losers would have sex with each other in front of the winning
team.
  The four boys had been certain that they had the twins this time, and
having them have sex with each other would prove once and for all what fems
they kept telling everyone the blond youths were.  Of course when they'd
lost they had claimed that they had not been serious, and had tried to
bluff the boys by saying there was no way they were going to be able to
make them do it.  They were feeling pretty smug until Brett told them that
if they didn't fulfil their bargain, he and his brothers would just spread
the rumour that the four of them had gotten it on in the park after the
parade.  Having seen them dressed up in the parade, there would be a lot of
their classmates who would believe a rumour like that, and not showing up
for the parade was not going to be an option.  So they could either do it
with each other and the Brewster brothers and Cougars would say nothing, or
they could not do it and the brothers would tell everyone at the high
school that they had.  They really had no choice.
  So with the fifteen Cougars sitting before the stage, Jason and Conrad
entered dressed in their drag outfits and James and Danny in their leathers
as they'd agreed to do.  In a hurry to get the ordeal over with as fast as
they could, James and Danny immediately began to strip their two "girls"
and Jason and Conrad just as eagerly groped and stroked their two "lovers"
in an attempt to get them hard to the laughter and hooting of the audience.
Of course the thirteen-year-old soccer players saw a different reason for
their behaviour, and one of them whispered to his buddies how hot the four
teenagers were for each other, and another observed behind his hand that
they must really be gay like everyone was saying.  Jason's two young
cousins, there to pay their part of the bet, could not help overhearing the
derogatory comments.  Glancing at each other, they wanted to object, but
they knew to do so would be useless.  Instead they looked up at their
cousin with sympathy and embarrassment.  They had their own problems to
worry about.
  The scene on the stage was the hottest thing any of the young junior high
students had ever seen, and the funniest.  They burst into a fresh round of
giggles and appreciative hoots as Jason stepped out of his bright red,
backless gown and stood there in frilly white panties and bra with red
hearts and Conrad stood beside him in his "her choice" bra and silk pink
panties with white lace.  If any of the boys were in doubt, that convinced
them the four boys had to be fruits, and they could not wait to tell the
rest of their friends.  Of course they were sworn to secrecy, but nobody
was going to find out if they jut told their closest pal.
  The giggling and talk quickly ended as James pulled down Jason's panties
and Danny pulled down Conrad's and then the two boys, having taken off
their leather pants, removed the leather thongs the twins had made them
wear.  The fifteen boys leaned forward to have a better look at the
privates of the older teens, every one of them naturally curious and taking
the opportunity to check out the older guys without the risk of being
called fruits themselves.  Of course with the embarrassment and the duress
under which they were performing, the two leather boys had barely begun to
swell, and to their humiliation, and even more so to the humiliation of the
two sheboys, the two "girls" reached out and began to fondle their
"lovers'" dicks and to lick their chests, knowing that the stimulation of
their sensitive buds would hasten the stiffening of their cocks.
  Their actions were not impromptu, the four boys having discussed earlier
what sorts of things turned them on, meaning of course the things they'd
like to do with girls, so they could get it up and get if off as fast as
they could.  Watching the four boys necking with each other, the audience
of thirteen-year-olds was having no problem in the erection department, and
as one and then another reached down to move things into a more comfortable
position, their teammates grinned knowingly.  Each was secretly glad he was
not the only one getting turned on by the performance, the fact that their
buddies were also alleviating their fears that their reactions meant they
were gay.
  Despite the circumstances, and to a large extent because they had
refrained from jerking off all week to increase the speed of getting
hardons, Danny and James became erect.  For most of the boys watching, the
erections of the two older teenagers were the first boners they had ever
seen other than their own and they leaned forward unabashedly to check them
out much to the humiliation of the boys on the stage.  The Cougars watched
with rapt attention as Danny and James generously lubed up their stiff
cocks and slipped their greased fingers up the buttholes of their two
partners to ensure their union would be as painless and as easy as
possible.
  As Jason and Conrad bent over and grunted and pushed outward and Danny
and James grasped their hips and grunted and panted as they pushed forward,
the fifteen junior high school boys and the Brewster brothers all inhaled
and strained with them.  They older teenagers were inexperienced, but they
were desperate, and to their relief they managed to couple.  Not knowing
that the boys had learned these finer points from being abused by the
Brewster brothers and from locker room bravado about how to do it to girls
from behind, the Cougars were even more convinced the four boys were secret
lovers from the way they had coupled with each other.  Andrew and Daniel
stared down at the dirt floor, wishing they could block out the nose of the
four rutting boys and dreading the moment when they'd be called upon to
fulfil their part of the bargain.
  Meanwhile, surprised but pleased, the two sixteen-year-olds began fucking
their partners furiously, figuring the sooner they were able to come the
sooner they were out of there.  It was a hot summer afternoon, and the air
in the tent was stuffy with twenty-four randy boys crowded together.  The
four boys on the stage began to perspire, adding to the eroticism of their
performance.  Jason, his dark hair plastered to his scalp with sweat and
his handsome face contorted as James savagely pounded his butt, and Conrad,
similarly grimacing as Danny plowed him, began to get erect as the two
sixteen-year-olds repeatedly struck their prostates with each forward
lunge.  The two handsome jocks, stylishly dressed in studded collars and
leather and chain harnesses, pumped their hard, lubed cocks in and out of
their partner's assholes, oblivious to what they were doing to the two
younger boys.
  Unable to wait until the end of the performance and sure he was going to
cream his jeans any second, Justin chucked his clothes and leaping up on
the stage, bent over and told Daniel to begin licking his crack and Andrew
to kneel in front of him and begin blowing him as the two boys had promised
to do on Sunday if the Eagles lost.  Reminding Daniel of their other bet,
Bobby handed the eleven-year-old boy a realistic, six-inch dildo the
Brewster brothers had purchased off the net.  Looking desperately at his
older brother who was kneeling before Justin and staring at his erect,
moist-tipped cock, and then at his cousin who was staring at the floor of
the stage in embarrassment as his friend and schoolmate fucked his ass,
Daniel realized he was not going to be rescued.  Feeling his cheeks
beginning to turn red, the youngster pushed down his jeans and his stylish
and expensive boxers his dad was finally allowing him to wear again.
  Lubing up the dildo as he'd seen the two older boys lubing up their
cocks, he reached behind himself, and finding his anus with the tip of the
lubed toy, he slowly eased it forward.  The Cougars went wild with laughter
as they watched the blushing eleven-year-old slowly insert the toy up his
asshole.  He attempted to just insert the tip, but Bobby was going to
settle for nothing less than the entire six inches up his rectum, and the
hapless boy knew there was no point in arguing.  His cheeks burning and
wishing he'd die on the spot, he eased the lubed dildo up his ass until the
flanged end was pressed against his buttocks to the cheers of the
appreciative audience.  With his hand wrapped about the handle of the
dildo, the eleven-year-old knelt down behind Justin and hesitantly stuck
out his tongue.  Swallowing hard and closing his eyes, he fought back the
impulse to puke as he ran his tongue up the thirteen-year-old's crack and
slowly began to ease the dildo back.
  Andrew was fighting his own revulsion as he opened his mouth, inhaled
deeply, and slipped his lips over Justin's knob.  It was disgusting enough
being forced to put another guy's dick in his mouth, and it was even more
so being forced to do it in front of his brother and cousin and a bunch of
scum buckets.  It was repulsive, it was embarrassing, and what made it even
sicker, was that the son-of-a-bitch's cockhead was slick with pre-cum.  In
preparing himself for this day, Andrew had decided that his best plan of
action was to suck on the guy's dick, and to lick his knob, knowing that
both would bring the guy off the fastest.  The thirteen-year-old knew that
was still the best plan, but he hadn't counted on the asshole's cock being
slimed with his stuff.  With a shiver running through his body, he closed
his eyes and ran his tongue over the slippery, spongy knob and was rewarded
with another dollop of that clear, sweet nectar that only boys can make.
At least, he rationalized, he did not have to lick the cunt's asshole like
his kid brother.
  Getting sucked by the arrogant, proud Emerson Hills snob and captain of
the Eagles team, and his asshole licked by his just as snooty kid brother,
and in front of his teammates, was almost as hot as having sex with Benny.
Feeling Andrew's tongue running over the rim of his dickhead and knowing it
was coated with his pre-cum, and feeling Daniel's tongue lapping at his
asshole, it did not take long before Justin was shooting his stuff in
Andrew's mouth.
  Andrew had prepared himself for that moment also.  Having made no other
promises than to suck the scoring boys off, he allowed Justin to fill his
mouth, and then spit his spunk out on the floor of the stage.  It was a
small act of defiance, but in Andrew's mind, it was an important one.
Justin's juice was, of course, copious and sticky as only a
thirteen-year-old boy's cum can be.  What Andrew had not counted on was it
sticking to the roof of his mouth, and hanging in a long pendant from his
lips as he tried to spit it out.  Working up his spittle and oozing it out
desperately, he was dismayed as the thin pendant remained dangling from his
lower lip and he had to finally reach up and wipe the boy's pendant of cum
from his lower lip and chin, to the amusement of those watching.
  Vito Pocatello, a dark haired, dark-eyed Italian-American boy and one of
the Cougar's star players who had scored two of the six goals last Sunday
leaped up on the stage as soon as Justin was done, having already chucked
his jeans and underwear and his young cock already standing up straight and
ready for action.  Vito was one of the first of his classmates to reach
puberty, and though his dick was of average size for a thirteen-year-old,
he had a thick bush of dark curly hair and huge, round balls.  His
teammates cheered him on as he stepped between the two brothers, and the
two hapless boys leaned forward. As one of the better players, Vito had
been targeted by the opposing team more than most of the other players and
had taken more than his share of rough handling and verbal abuse besides.
So, it was with particular pleasure that he stood there and watched the now
not so smug and proud captain of the Eagles suck and lick on his cock.  He
knew it was a bet, but the way Andrew attacked his member and the way his
kid brother attacked his asshole, besides the evident enjoyment their
cousin was having getting his ass plowed, Vito wondered if just maybe the
two Catholic boys before and behind him were gay, and had agreed to the bet
figuring they would win either way, getting some hot cock no matter if they
won or lost.  It was with that thought that he too filled Andrew's mouth
with his hot load.
  As the third Cougar stepped forward to receive his award, several of his
teammates were unable to hold back, and pulling out their dicks before they
shot off in their underwear, they began to jerk off as they watched their
classmate push down his jeans and then his Calvin Klein briefs. Beau was a
new student, having moved into town from the country last September with
his mother when his parents had split up.  A large-boned, shy boy with
short, dirty blond hair, thick lips, and large hands, he was, the boys
discovered, hung like a horse.
  Although four months away from his fourteenth birthday, he had a thick
five-and-a-half inch cock that was immediately the envy of every
thirteen-year-old in the tent.  Normally embarrassed about his extra large
size and spending as little time as he had to in the showers, he now
proudly presented his sausage to the kneeling boy who on more than one
occasion this past year had called him a dumb hick farmer.
  Not only was he exceptionally large, but he, unlike the other boys, had
not been overly turned on by what had been happening, with the result that
Andrew and Daniel had to work particularly long.  One of the boys watching
observed that from the amount of time they were taking the two must
especially like what Beau had to offer.  Another observed that he had
scored on the field, and was scoring again on the stage, causing everyone
to laugh and Daniel and Andrew to turn an even brighter red.  Beau was one
of those rare boys who, having no brothers and having lived on a farm which
limited his interaction with other boys, had never really thought about sex
and had not even played with himself, figuring sex stuff was something for
high school students.  Now as he felt a strange tension building up in his
groin and shocks of pleasure shooting through his swollen dickhead and his
anus, he sighed with the new pleasures and resolved to thank Benny for
having pushed for this bet.  Watching Andrew gobbling the end of the boy's
thick sausage, Benny, along with his brothers, were thinking of various
ways Beau might show his gratitude.  When the boy finally experienced the
first climax of his life, he swayed dizzily as the blood drained from his
head and his cock felt as big as some of the humongous members he'd seen on
horses back on the farm where he now spent every other weekend with his
dad.
  Having scored two goals himself, Benny offered to give the two Catholic
boys' tongues a break if they'd jerk themselves off instead.  Vito, who
figured he deserved two blow and rim jobs since he had also scored two
goals, said they could do it while they did him a second time.  Eager to be
done with it, and pleasantly surprised they did not have to suck and rim
Benny, who was the cause of their humiliation, the two Jones boys
reluctantly agreed.  To them, jerking themselves off was better than having
to blow and rim Benny, especially twice.  As much as they hated what they'd
been forced to do so far, having to sexually satisfy Benny Brewster had
been eating at them all week and had been by far the worst thing they had
been anticipating having to do.  Being spared that, the two boys almost
eagerly wrapped their fingers about their limp cocks and began to wank and
they leaned forward to service Vito for the second time with the
consolation that once they'd brought him off they'd be done.
  James and Danny had meanwhile been considering faking their orgasms, but
figuring the Brewster brothers would never let them get away with it, they
had decided to go to the bitter end, and finding what they were doing
filthy and immoral, it had taken them much longer to reach their peaks than
it would have most boys.  As perverted and embarrassed as they felt, they
could not ignore the biological aspect of what they were doing however, and
at long last they felt the familiar twang deep in their groins that
announced their climaxes.  To the amusement of the watching
thirteen-year-olds, they could not help grunting with the ecstasy of their
ejaculation and lunging forward as they filled their two partners with
their cum.  It was a strange feeling, the combination of revulsion and
pleasure, the perversity of having their cocks up their friends' shit holes
and the erotic physical stimulation of their dickheads.  Jason and Conrad
were experiencing the same feelings, feeling debased having been fucked in
front of a bunch of thirteen-year-olds and at the same time unable to deny
the physical pleasure rippling through their assholes.
  To the watching thirteen-year-olds, what they'd witnessed was dirty.  It
was the most perverted thing they had ever seen, and for most, something
they had never even imagined before.  It was also the hottest, and they
unabashedly pumped their fists in their laps, enjoying that one act that
united all boys and men, and that was engaged in by all males at some time
with the rarest exception, although for some with a greater frequency than
others.  Of the fifteen Cougars sporting erections, some had never engaged
in the act in the presence of another boy, and some had done so only with
one or two very close buddies or relatives.  Now, in that very special tent
with the air heavy with the aroma of fresh cum and hot rutting boys, they
rapidly pumped their fists and openly grunted and sighed as one by one they
squirted out their hot teenage spunk.
  They were so hot and so absorbed in their pleasure, they did not notice
the four Brewster brothers had not joined them.  In discussing their plans
for this special holiday, the four had agreed to refrain for participating
no matter how tempting it was.  It had nothing to do with the second video
camera they'd set up in the corner of the tent to catch the response of the
audience, nor the original camera behind them that was focussed on the
action on the stage.  It was because of something special the four had
planned for later in the evening, something special they were saving for.
  Despite having been blown less than half an hour before, Vito was coming
again in no time, and as the randy thirteen-year-old shot his load, Andrew
and Daniel reached their climaxes also, the eleven-year-old gasping and
whimpering with the ecstasy of his dry climax and wanking madly on his
little burning cocklet, and Andrew squirting his stuff in front of the
cheering Cougars as Vito filled his mouth.  As Vito pulled up his jeans and
underwear and joined his teammates, the six boys on the stage quickly made
their exit.  Totally embarrassed by what they'd been forced to do, and
feeling so dirty that it would take several hot baths, and for Jason,
Conrad and Daniel, several enemas and for Andrew half a bottle of mouth
wash, before they would begin to feel clean again, the six of them said
nothing as they headed to the main part of the park.  They were each
thinking the same thing, however, and that was how they'd get their revenge
against the Brewsters the next time.  It was not a new thought, but it was
with the strongest resolve yet.  The fact that they had allowed themselves
to be sucked into the bets was immaterial.
  As the flushed, excited group of thirteen-year-olds rejoined the adults,
their parents did not have a clue why they were so hyper.  Justin's,
Vito's, and Beau's parents would have been speechless and most likely
rushing to make appointments for their boys to see a psychologist had they
found out their sons had just been sucked and rimmed in front of their
teammates.  The rest of the parents would have been just as shocked and
concerned about the orientation of their sweet, innocent boys had they
learned their boys had just witnessed their first life gay porn show, and
had wanked off in front of each other.  Most shocked of all would have been
the proud and righteous parents of the Brewster brothers' foils had they
known what their boys had been up to for the past hour.
  Later that night, those six boys sat in their darkened rooms and began to
day dream about their revenge.  They were not the only ones day dreaming.
While their parents were at the country and western dance, the Cougar
players thought about the reward they had received that day.  Laying there
in his bed, sitting on the throne behind the bathroom door, or standing in
the shower, each one the thirteen-year-old boys took his dick in his hand
and with thoughts of praise for his team captain, each one relived the
afternoon as he slowly wanked off again.  For some of them, the day's
events had been so hot it was going to take at least another wank after
that one before they'd be able to drift off to sleep.  As for the Brewster
boys, they had one last event planned for the day.
  "Oh maaaan, this has been some fucking day," observed Bobby as he and his
three brothers headed to their room after putting the triplets in bed until
their next feeding.
  "Oh yeah, it's been fucking awesome," agreed Benny.
  "It was so hilarious watching those prigs from Emerson Hills marching in
the parade."
  "The parade went off without a hitch too," observed Brett, looking over
at his twin.
  "Yeah, way to go Brent," complemented Benny, and Brent beamed proudly.
  "So'd the afternoon," observed Bobby, looking up at his older brother,
and the twins readily complemented Benny on the success of the speakers and
booths.
  "And the pie contests were wicked," noted Brett.
  "Oh yeah, " Brent and Benny quickly agreed, and the four boys giggled as
they pictured the ten men and wondered if it felt just as great to have an
orgasm when you were old.
  "And the dance idea was an awesome hit.  We made a couple thousand on
tickets," observed Brent, looking at his twin brother appreciatively for
having made the arrangements along with Cam.  Most of the people buying
tickets were country and western fans, and the rest were equally split
between those who were curious what sort of music a gay band and lesbian
singer produced, and those who were gay or lesbian or their supporters.
  "We make one fucking team."
  "Yeah.  The Brewsters rule."  The four boys high-fived.
  "That was so funny watching Jason and Conrad getting screwed by James and
Danny."
  "And Andrew and Daniel getting the guys off."
  "And wanking themselves off in front of everyone."
  "And Daniel buggering himself with the dildo."
  "Oh yeah!"
  "They were so fucking embarrassed.  All six of them."
  "And everyone else so fucking horny."
  "Man, doesn't Beau have a great looking cock?"
  "Oh fuck yeah."
  "It was so wicked when everyone took out their dicks and started to wank
off."
  "Having sex with another guy is so fucking awesome I don't know why
anyone wouldn't want to do it," observed Benny.
  "Especially with a guy you really love," observed Brett.
  "Oh no, here we go," said Bobby, rolling his eyes.
  "Well it's true.  It's awesome to be in love."
  "What about you and Billy?" asked Benny, looking at Brent.  "You two
lovers?"
  "Well, we like each other a lot."
  "Like?"
  "Okay, yeah, we love each other," Brent admitted, his cheeks flushing.
"What about you and Justin?"
  "Naw, we're just buddies."
  "Well, one thing for sure," observed Brent as he leaned back and
stretched, "I'm glad we got parents like Mom and Dad.  They been way
supportive about this whole Gay Pride thing."
  "Oh yeah, they've been super," agreed Benny, and his two brothers quickly
agreed.
  "Well one thing I know for sure, I'm glad I'm gay," observed Brett.  "I
wouldn't want it any other way."
  "I'm glad I'm a guy," observed Benny, slipping his hands down the front
of his pants, "and got these great things to play with.  And," he added as
an afterthought, "I'm glad I got an opposable thumb."  His hazel eyes
twinkled as he grinned and his brothers giggled.
  "What about you, Bobby?  What are you glad for?"
  Bobby thought for a moment, and then replied with a smile, "I'm glad I
got you guys for brothers."
  "Awwww," said his three brothers with a mock sigh as they cocked their
heads and looked at their kid brother.  As one they leaped on him and
wrestled him to the floor.
  With a lot of giggling and yelling, they groped each other and attempted
to tickle each other, reaching under arms and pulling out shirts to tickle
ribs.  Bobby and Benny pulled off Brent's socks and the three brothers
attacked his feet until he was wailing with laugher, and then he turned the
tables on his twin and the three brothers pulled off his shirt and attacked
his ribs.
  "Oh man!" shouted Benny suddenly.
  "What?"
  "You got hairs!"
  "Of course I got hairs," observed Brett.  "I've had them for years."
  "I mean in your pits."
  "No way!"
  "I felt them!"
  "Let's look."
  Sure enough, several fine, white blond hairs had sprouted under his arms.
Brent quickly chucked his shirt, and was delighted to find he had the
beginning of fine pit hairs also.
  "Fucking awesome," Brent exclaimed, twisting his head and wrapping his
arm about it in an attempt to see his new growth.
  "Hey, maybe that means I'm finally getting pubes!" Bobby observed, his
big hazel eyes growing wide with hope.
  "Let's check!" exclaimed his three brothers as one, and he made no
objections as they wrestled him to the floor and began to tug on his
buckle.
  Brent took one pant leg and Brett the other and the two twins stood,
suspending their kid brother between them and literally shaking him out of
his pants.  The three swooped down and together they pulled down his blue
Fruit of the Loom briefs, removing his socks at the same time.  The three
brothers closely examined his pubes, their hot breaths blowing between his
legs and against his privates, causing his balls to roll in their sac and
his little dick to begin to swell.  Bobby was easily aroused.
  "Nope," announced Benny.  "Your pubes are still as smooth as Blake and
Blaine's backsides."
  "Oh yeah," agreed Brent appreciatively as he ran his fingers over his kid
brother's smooth groin.
  "Let's see if you got any chest hair yet," Brett suggested with a grin as
he began to unbutton Bobby's shirt, brushing his lips against the boy's
smooth skin as he undid each button.
  Slipping off Bobby's shirt, Brett eased his brother back down on the
floor and bending over him, planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips, his
long fine hair sweeping forward and across the eleven-year-old's smooth,
boyishly plump cheeks.  As the two brothers kissed a second time, Bobby
felt two pair of lips slipping across his chest and Brent's long blond hair
sweeping over his breast.  He and Brett kissed a third time, and as Brent
and Benny each fastened their lips about their kid brother's nips and began
to suck, Bobby squirmed with arousal and his little boy dick sprang to
attention.  His nipples quickly grew hard as the pair of tongues lapped at
the sensitive buds and Brett slipped his tongue inside his brother's eager
mouth.  His entire body tingling with desire, the eleven-year-old sucked on
his older brother's tongue, drawing it further into his mouth as their lips
locked in a long, hot kiss.
  Bobby reached up and fumbled with Brett's belt and Brett hunched up so
Bobby could pull down his fly and push down his jeans and his Calvin Kleins
without releasing his lip lock on Bobby's mouth.  Brent and Benny meanwhile
continued to nibble on their kid brother's nipples while they pushed down
their own jeans and underwear and Benny removed his shirt.  The four boys
now totally naked, Brent and Benny ran their hands over their kid brother's
body while he reached out and began to fondle Brent's breast with one hand
and Benny's with the other, the older teen having developed the broad,
solid chest of an athletic adolescent and the younger teen still having
some of his baby fat filling out his chest.
  Slipping down between Bobby's legs, Brett knelt between them as he raised
Bobby's feet and slid the boy up his thighs.  With his kid brother laying
on his shoulders and his hips in the air, Brett bent forward and brushed
his lips against the boy's tiny pink pucker.  Bobby gasped and winced with
the acute pleasure as he felt the fifteen-year-old boy's lips brush against
his butthole and his hot breath blow up along the crack of his ass.  The
lips that only a minute before were pressed against his were now pressed
against his anus, and the tongue that had wormed its way into his mouth was
now worming its way into his rectum.  The eleven-year-old wished he could
suck it up his ass like he'd sucked it into his mouth.
  Brent and Benny had meanwhile lain down on either side of their kid
brother and begun to lick his smooth, plumb boy breasts.  They nibbled on
his now erect teats, and then slowly began to make their way down toward
his navel.  Bobby at the same time reached back and eagerly caressed his
brothers' smooth, firm butts.  As they slowly worked their way down to his
waist and tongued his belly button, he ran the forefinger of each hand
along their ass cracks and fingered their eager buttholes.  By the time
they had nibbled and licked their way across his smooth, flat stomach, he
was slipping the tip of his finger up each of their asses.
  Brett had throughly eaten out Bobby's own asshole by then, and with his
mouth full of spittle, he drooled it over his eager, hot boy cock, now a
full six inches long.  With their experience and being as hot as they were,
his spittle was all the lube that the two randy boys needed.  Positioning
himself between Bobby's legs and with his weight on his knees and his
palms, he probed for his kid brother's hole with his stiff prong.  Bobby
immediately reached down with his right hand and grasping his brother's
throbbing erection by the base, he guided the knob to his eager hole as
he'd done hundreds of times already.  Brett slowly pressed forward, and
Bobby grunted as he pushed out.  Slowly the two brothers united.
  Brett eased his spittle-slick dick in slowly, knowing he had to go slow
so as not to hurt his kid brother, and knowing the slower he went the
greater the pleasure and the more it drove his brother crazy.  He loved how
it felt to have a hot, moist asshole envelop his cock, and he loved it even
more when it was one of his brothers that he was penetrating.  He
especially loved fucking his kid brother, not just because he was so tight,
nor because he reciprocated so willingly and so expertly, but most of all
because he loved to please his kid brother, and Bobby took great pleasure
in getting fucked.  Pushing his thin teen cock slowly up his kid brother's
rectum, he continued until his hairy pubes were pressing against the cord
that ran from Bobby's butthole to his tiny, hairless balls.  Brett paused
to enjoy the sensation of having his boycock totally surrounded by his
brother's hot asshole, and as he glanced down at Bobby, the boy smiled back
up at him.
  Benny and Brent had meanwhile each taken one of their kid brother's
thighs and were running their rough, wet tongues along the sensitive inner
sides.  Laying there on his shoulders and pinned down by his older brother,
the eleven-year-old could only wiggle his butt and madly clench and
unclench his asshole in response, which drove Brett wild.  The
fifteen-year-old blond and eleven-year-old brunette wiggled and groaned and
whimpered openly with the ecstasy rippling through their loins as a result
of the actions of their two brothers.
  Unable to resist any longer, Brent and Benny worked their way back down
Bobby's smooth thighs to his small, hairless nuts.  Their smooth cheeks
brushed against each other and against Brett's flat stomach as they leaned
forward and licked their kid brother's little marbles in their loose sack,
his salty balls causing their saliva to flow copiously and to dribble out
of their mouths and down along the stretch between his nuts and his
cock-plugged butthole, or around the base of his prick and over his smooth
pubes.  They both licked his hot, hard boy cock, now three and a half
inches long and fat as a little sausage, causing it to jerk with arousal.
  Feeling their kid brother wrap his fingers about their own stiff cocks,
the two brothers licked and sucked on his cocklet like they would a
popsicle on a hot summer's day, except this popsicle was far more delicious
and far more satisfying than anything you could buy in the freezer section
of a store.  They squirmed with pleasure as Bobby tugged on their boners.
They had jerked themselves off close to a thousand times by then, and had
been jerked by their kid brother hundreds, but it still felt awesome having
their kid brother's hot little fingers wrapped about their dicks and
tugging on them, milking them just as he milked his own little cocklet.
  Bobby was in boy heaven.  His throbbing, itchy cocklet was being licked
and sucked by two of his brothers and he had a hot, stiff cock in each hand
and one slowly easing in and out of his butt.  His three brothers were
eagerly and skilfully pleasuring him, and he was bringing each of them
pleasure at the same time, jacking two of them off and letting the third
buttfuck him.  He'd had sex with his three brothers plenty of times, and
he'd had sex with so many others, human and otherwise, that one would think
he'd have become jaded, but the eleven-year-old treated each experience
with just as much enthusiasm and delight as the first time he'd ever had
sex.  That was particularly true when it came to having sex with his
brothers, who to him, were still the hottest and most skilful of anyone.
  All four boys were doing what the boys had long ago told their mother was
their deep breathing exercises.  Brett was gasping and panting with
exertion and desire as he thrust his hips to and fro, driving his slender,
six-inch teen cock in and out of his brother's hot, moist hole.  The
pressure was doubling in his groin with each cycle and his swollen dick had
grown numb as his blood pounded through it.  Benny and Brent were inhaling
and exhaling deeply as Bobby beat their stiff dicks and as they felt their
nuts begin to tighten under their stiff, aching pleasure poles and they
nibbled and sucked on Bobby's cock eagerly as they felt themselves
approaching their climax.  Bobby was gasping and grunting too, with the
pleasure pulsating through his little boy cock as his brothers attacked it
with their mouths, with the pleasure of jacking off his two brothers and
feeling their hot, teen blood pulsating through their throbbing boners, and
with the pleasure pulsating through his rectum and causing his anus to burn
pleasantly as his older brother worked his cock in and out of his body.
  The boys came so close together it really didn't matter who came first.
Brett thrust his cock deep up his brother's rectum and the teenage boy
grasped his eleven-year-old brother's shoulders as he shot his load deep up
his brother's hot, clenched hole.  Benny and Brent trembled as their hot,
teen cum erupted out of their cocks and laced their kid brother's body and
each other, their streamers of juice blasting out of their throbbing canons
and first striking each other's stomach and hips, and then shooting
streamers across their kid brother's chest.  Feeling the hot, wet cum
streaking his body and feeling Brett grasp him and lunge forward with his
orgasm, Bobby whimpered with his own dry orgasm as it ripped through his
loins, causing him to jerk uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy
shot through him.  His little cocklet burned and ached as spasm after spasm
rippled through it and he squirmed and gasped as wave after wave of ecstasy
caused his naked body to jerk uncontrollably.
  Benny and Brent scooped up streamers of each other's cum and reached over
and fed each other his own juice, and then they scooped up the streamers
lacing their kid brother's chest and fed him and Brett that bitter-sweet
boy nectar.  It was sticky and copious with thick strands of white gel
running through the clearer goo as only the fresh cum of young teens can
be.  With their naked bodies flushed with the pleasure of their recent
climax and streaked with cum, and with the unique flavour of boy juice on
their lips and the heavy, nutty aroma of sperm filling their nostrils, the
boys disentangled and lay there on the living room floor relishing the
bloom that follows a hot session of sex.
  Some time later, Brent and Bobby, who had been laying on their sides
facing each other but laying in opposite directions, snuggled closer
together and buried their noses in each other's crotch.  The scent of young
boy and sweaty balls filled their lungs and caused their limp, sticky dicks
to begin to stir.  It had not been all that long ago that the two boys had
climaxed, but they were hot, and they were young, and like all teenage
boys, they had a phenomenal recovery speed.
  They lay there delighting in sniffing each other's fragrant nuts for the
longest time before slipping their lips over each other's eggs and
beginning to suck on them, Brent sucking in his kid brother's two eggs
together, and Bobby sucking in one and then the other of his older
brother's large balls.  Benny curled around and lay down on his side in the
opposite direction to Bobby and began to lick at his recently fucked hole,
and Brett lay down behind his twin in the opposite direction and began to
rim him.  The boys took their time, delighting just as much in foreplay as
in the consummation of their acts.
  They were young and healthy though, and it did not take the boys long to
become erect again.  Still laying there on the thick carpet of their
bedroom, they united once again, Brent and Bobby in a sixty-nine and their
two brothers snuggling up behind them and penetrating their backsides.
Looking over as one at the large full-length mirror they'd had their dad
install, they grinned at their images and once again the four boys began to
engage in their favourite pastime there in their favourite room in the
house, their own personal place surrounded by their favourite and cherished
things.
  The twin bunk beds on each side of the room had identically coloured
sheets and pillow cases, and the scouting pennants and YMCA opening day
banner on the walls reflected the common interests of the four boys.  The
first place debate certificate and poster of a dark and sexy goth boy on
the bulletin board above his desk and the drama trophy and nipple ring on
the shelf beside the Wiccan primer revealed Brent's personal interests, as
did Brett's grade ten honour roll certificate, first place science fair
trophy, polished agate and thunder egg crystal, and framed picture of Cam.
  On the other side of the room it was easy to tell whose desk was whose,
Bobby's desk cluttered with charcoal sketches, cuttings from a Hanson fan
mag he was planning on pinning up, and an assortment of pencils and pens,
with an insect pinning board, a Jar-Jar action figure, the most recent
Harry Potter book and a Jewish reference book from the library all
precariously balanced on the shelf above it, compared to Benny's immaculate
and organized desk with his handmade jewellery box and Chess Made Easy
reference book in the upper right corner, his space ship models and wood
shop projects neatly arranged on the shelf above it, and his recently won
first place Bankers Hall U14 Soccer certificate pinned to his bulletin
board.
  Brent and Bobby noisily and greedily slurped on each other's cocks, Brent
easily taking Bobby's three-and-a-half inch dicklet all in his mouth, and
Bobby easily deep throating his fifteen-year-old brother with dozens of
hours of practice behind him.  While the two boys sucked on each other's
cocks, their brothers were plowing their butts with just as much zeal,
Benny thrusting his young, slender four-and-three-quarter inch cock in and
out of his kid brother's butt, which although fucked recently by his older
brother's much fatter cock, was still tight, and Brett thrusting his
six-inch cock in and out of his twin brother's backside.
  Brent and Bobby reached over and grasped each other's hips for support as
they bobbed their heads, slipping their young, soft lips up and down each
other's throbbing member, delighting in the unique taste of boycock.  Benny
grasped Bobby's smooth, compact butt as he began to ram his cock in and out
of the eleven-year-old's asshole, enjoying the familiar but always awesome
pressure building in his loins.  Brett had similarly grasped his twin
brother's hips and was thrusting his teen cock in and out of his brother's
tight, eager hole as he too felt himself approaching his climax.
  Once again the boys came simultaneously.  Brett and Benny shuddered as
they shot their loads up their brothers' rectums, their cocks' squirting
out their juices with just as much force and just as copiously as the loads
they had shot out only an hour before.  Brent meanwhile was squirting out
his load and Bobby was eagerly swallowing the thick, viscous teen cum as if
it were condensed milk.  At the same time the eleven-year-old was trembling
once again with his own climax.
  "You guys hungry?" asked Benny some time later.
  "Fuck yeah," announced Bobby.
  "Yeah," chorused their twin brothers.
  "What'll we have?"
  The brothers thought for a moment, and then said in unison, "Pizza."
  "All cheese."
  "Meat lovers."
  "Ham and pineapple."
  "Mushroom and salami."
  "From Pizza Hut."
  "I like Boston Pizza better."
  "Yeah, but Pizza Hut has a hot delivery boy."
  "Oh yeah," the four agreed with a sigh, and they sat there and dreamed
for a moment.
  "Let's make our own."
  "Wicked!"
  "Right on!"
  With that the four naked boys scampered off to the kitchen.  Taking out
their mother's eighteen inch pizza pan and a frozen crust from the
refrigerator, the boys proceeded to construct their own pizza, dividing it
into quarters and each adding his own favourite toppings.  While the boys
were waiting for it to bake, the triplets woke up for their feeding and by
the time they were fed, changed, and tucked back in bed the boys' snack was
ready.  Taking it back to their bedroom, they piled up their pillows and
blankets on the floor and lay on them or sat cross legged on the carpet and
attacked the platter of pizza.  Having worked up an appetite over the past
two hours, it did not take them long to devour the pizza and wash it down
with several cans of pop.
  "That was great," announced Bobby with a groan and a satisfied smile.  He
burped loudly.  "So was that."
  "It was well brought up," agreed Benny with a giggle.  "Too bad you
weren't."
  Brent burped next, followed by Brett, and the four boys had an impromptu
burping contest.
  "One problem with eating pizza is it gives you sticky fingers," observed
Brent, holding up his greasy hand.
  "I thought you got sticky fingers from jerking," said Benny, and the boys
giggled.
  "You can get sticky dicks from eating pizza too," observed Bobby with an
impish grin.
  "You fuck pizza?"
  "Bobby would fuck anything."
  "Not fucking," observed Bobby.  "This way."
  He suddenly reached over and grabbing Benny's dick, he twisted and
fondled it, wiping his greasy fingers off on his brother's limp tube, which
immediately began to respond.
  "Wonder what sort of lube pizza sauce is," Brett mused, running a greasy
finger up Benny's crack and slipping the tip easily into his butthole.
  "Bet it goes good with teen boy sausage," observed Benny, twisting around
and wrapping his greasy fingers about Brett's dick.
  "A sausage that big needs lots of sauce," Brent advised, reaching over
and twisting his twin's dick head with his own greasy fingers.
  "Myself, I wouldn't mind having a piece of ass for desert right now,"
Bobby commented, looking over at Brent.
  "Help yourself little brother," the fifteen-year-old replied, dropping to
his hands and knees there on their bedroom floor
  Wiping off the platter with his forefinger with an impish grin, Bobby
knelt down behind his brother and wiggled his greased finger up his butt,
easily inserting it right up to the last knuckle.
  "Want some sausage to go with that?" Brett asked his twin brother as he
scooped up a bit of melted cheese and tomato sauce left on the platter and
smeared it over his dickhead.
  As Brett knelt before his brother, Benny straddled Brent with his back to
Brett.  "While you're getting blown, you can lick off the sauce you smeared
up my crack."
  "Oh yeah, a pizza pop," Brett joked, causing his brothers to crack up
with laughter.
  "And I get a pizza dog," observed Bobby as he bent over and gave his
brother's sauce coated dick a lick.
  And so the boys united for a third time that evening there in their
bedroom, Brent on his hands and knees sucking his twin brother while his
kid brother plowed his ass with his tiny three- and-a-half-inch dicklet.
At the same time Brett leaned forward and rimmed Benny while Bobby leaned
forward and sucked his dick and the thirteen-year-old reached under his
older brother and began to jack him off.  It being their third time, it
took the four of them longer to reach their orgasms, which was perfectly
fine by all of them.  They inhaled deeply and savoured the delicious air
heavily scented with spilt cum and randy young boy and freshly baked pizza.
They closed their eyes and delighted in the pleasure pulsating through
their loins, and even more, the pleasure of bringing each other off.  When
they finally exploded with their third orgasms, they collapsed on the floor
in exhaustion and lay there for the longest time.
  "It's been one fucking great day," Brent observed as the four of them
bunched their pillows and blankets into a pile and snuggled up together.
  "Oh yeah.  One of our best," agreed his twin brother, reaching over and
putting his arm around his shoulders.  The two boys smiled at each other,
their blue eyes sparkling.  It was like looking into a mirror.
  "You bet," Benny added, snuggling up to Brent.  Wrapping one arm about
his waist, Benny reached out automatically with his other hand and took his
brother's dick in his hand and began fondling it.  Brett reached around and
took his younger brother's limp cock between his fingers and began to
slowly stroke it.
  "Fucking right," Bobby sighed, snuggling up to Brett and wrapping one arm
about his waist, he reached over and slipped his fingers about Brett's
cock.  Brent reached over and took his kid brother's soft little dicklet in
his.
  The four of them sat there fiddling with each other, tugging on each
other's cocks and cupping each other's balls gently.  Slowly they began to
stiffen and the four brothers began to draw each other's foreskin down,
exposing the knob, and then slide it back up.
  "This what's known as brotherly love?" asked Bobby.
  "Naw, this is known as a group jackoff," observed Benny and the boys
giggled as they snuggled closer and began to stroke in earnest.