Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 14:09:21 -0700 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "Oktoberfest" (t/t t/b t/m m/b incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one about to turn thirteen, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, who with their classmates, teachers and neighbors celebrate Oktoberfest in Munich, Brewster style. 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 forty-first story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series. The Brewster brothers would like to remind everyone celebrating Oktoberfest they should never drink and drive, and shouldn't screw around without a condom. Praise, kegs of beer, young German yodelers and story ideas for 2003 can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE OKTOBERFEST "Oh maaannnn, this is like so happening!" "Oh yeah! Freakin' wicked!" "I can't believe it! It is like so sweet!" "Whoop-de-do," added the fourth voice, a soprano, and far from enthusiastic. Brent, Brett, and Benny turned to look at their kid brother. The four brothers were sprawled out in their bedroom discussing the upcoming trip by the high school band and travel club to celebrate Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany. As part of a promotional blitz by the Munich Bureau of Tourism, they had invited high school bands around the world to send a tape of their music last spring, and Crestview Heights Concert Band had been one of the winners! Brett, who had taken up the trumpet and joined the band because his boyfriend Cam played trumpet in the band, had been ecstatic when the win had been announced, and now that it was fall and the big event was fast approaching, he was so hyper his parents were seriously considering putting him on Prozac. They did have to admit it would be an awesome experience for his twelfth and final year of high school. When it had been announced at the beginning of the new school year that thanks to a very generous anonymous donation over the summer that the travel club would be joining the band, Brett's twin brother Brent and Brent's boyfriend Billy, and the twin's younger brother Benny and his best buddy Justin, both of whom had just entered grade ten, were overjoyed, the four boys being members of the travel club. Initially Brett's three brothers were envious but happy for him and nothing more was made out of the trip, but now that the three of them were going to go together, they could not contain themselves. Unfortunately, their kid brother, Bobby, was only in Grade Eight. "Hey, sorry, Bobby," apologized Brent as he sat down beside Bobby on his bed and put an arm about his despondent brother. All of the boys had kind hearts, but everyone knew Brent had the softest of the four. "Hey, yeah," agreed Brett, joining his brother on the other side and putting an arm about his kid brother also. "We shouldn't be so blatant." "Yeah, it's not really that big a deal," added Benny, squatting down on the floor before his brother and trying to sound convincing as he placed a hand on his thigh. "What say we forget this Oktoberfest crap and have a good long wank?" "Naw. You guys go ahead and talk about it. You should be excited. It's gonna be fuckin' awesome for you." "Really," urged Benny, rubbing his brother's thigh. "That's a long way ahead yet." "It's two weeks," observed Bobby. "Like I said, a long way away. You wanna make a daisy chain instead?" "Naw. You guys go ahead and plan and stuff. I'm gonna phone Aaron and see if he wants to go roller blading or something. I don't feel like having sex." The boys stared at the door as it closed behind their kid brother. He had to be feeling totally miserable. It was the first time in their lives they'd ever seen him turn down a chance to mess around. Hearing Bobby say he didn't feel like having sex was like hearing the Pope say he didn't want to be a virgin anymore. They felt bad about it, but there was nothing they could do. It was a high school trip, and there was no way they could figure out to include him, and they had thought of every possible alternative. So had their parents. Brenda and Barry knew how sad their fourth youngest son felt, and his brothers too, and how especially close the four boys were. They did everything together, including a number of things neither parent knew about, and which neither adult would want to know. Bobby phoned Aaron, but he was out, and he tried several of his other classmates and neighbourhood buddies, but they either already had plans, weren't home, or in most cases were grounded by their parents for one reason or another. Being on the mischievous side himself, those were the types of boys Bobby had as closest friends. Taking out the phone book, he looked up the name of his newest friend, and unable to find it since they'd only moved to the United States six weeks ago, he called the operator for the number. "Hi. Is Jung home?" he asked. "It's Bobby Brewster," he replied in response to the question. He thought about the new boy he'd befriended. He was in his History, Art and Physical Education classes. "Hi, Jung. It's Bobby, Bobby Brewster. You doing anything special this afternoon?" he asked. "Great. I don't mean great you're not doing anything, anything special that is. I mean I don't mean it's great you're not doing something special, I, well, what I mean, is, well, I was wondering if you'd like to do something this afternoon, I mean, like with me." "You and me?" came the reply, clearly surprised. "Yeah." "I will have to ask ba-ba, my father. Can you wait please?" "Sure." Bobby reached down and fiddled with himself as he waited. When he'd said he was in no mood for messing around, he had been serious, but playing with himself wasn't sex, and besides, it was something he'd been doing for years. His brothers had kidded him that he'd even fiddled with his dick was he was baby and still soiling his diapers. Benny had observed that he'd probably even been doing it when he was in their mother's womb, and Brett, always the whit of the four boys, suggested that when they'd put their ear on their mother's tummy to hear him, the thumping probably hadn't been his heart but his fist pounding his dicklet. "Yes. I may," came the excited reply. "Is it possible you may come to my house?" Getting the address and finding it was only eighteen blocks away, Bobby strapped on his roller blades and headed over. Jung met him at the door, clearly excited and pleased to see him. He introduced Bobby to his father and mother, and to his next oldest brother, Wong Soeng-Zi, whom he referred to as E-go, which Jung explained meant "the second", Zi being the second oldest brother. Having turned fifteen in August, the boy was on the shorter and skinnier side like his brother, standing at four-foot-eleven and weighing ninety-five pounds. Also like his younger brother, he was quiet and shy, but unlike his brother, much more studious. While Jung wore his hair in a bowl cut with bangs over his forehead almost to his eyebrows and covering just the very tops of ears and tapered in the back, Zi wore his hair tapered along the back and sides and of medium length on the top which he combed to each side with a part in the middle and with two locks in front, one curled above each eyebrow. He, and his parents, were heading out shopping for the afternoon, and Jung was delighted to have someone to spend the afternoon with rather than joining them, which he would have had to do otherwise. "So what were you doing when I phoned?" Bobby asked as Jung showed him to the room he shared with Zi. Bobby noticed that the room was much neater than the one he shared with his brothers. Like their room, there were posters and pictures on the walls, and personal belongings on their desks and bookcases, each boy having his own space, but not to the clutter that the Brewster brothers' room was. "My homework," Jung replied as he picked up the papers scattered over his desk and apologized for the mess. "On a Saturday afternoon?" asked Bobby incredulously, glancing at the picture of the well-built Chinese young man stripped to the waist and in a Kung Fu or something pose above Jung's desk. "It is much difficulty, learning in your English language," Jung explained. "Yeah. I guess it is. What homework were you doing?" "The one in History. The big one." "On an ancient culture?" "Yes. That is the one." "You've picked a culture already?" "Yes, certainly. The Ming Dynasty. I think it is the most exciting period in Chinese history. Have you picked a culture yet?" "No. Not really. Though I was thinking of doing Ancient Greece." "They are most interesting too," agreed Jung. A worried look suddenly came to his face. "It will be acceptable thing do you think if I do the Ming Dynasty? The teacher will not mind?" "Saultiere? Why would he?" "I know much about the topic already, you know, being Chinese. There is not as much for me to learn. There is much I do not know of course," he quickly added, fearing he'd sounded like he'd been bragging. "Oh. Fuck no, he wouldn't mind." "Fuck no?" Jung asked, looking at Bobby curiously, and Bobby returned the look. "I do not know that word, fuck." "Oh. Oh, sorry," Bobby said, knowing not every boy swore, and not every boy found it acceptable. "I should not use it. It is a dirty word." "A dirty word? How can a word be soiled?" "No. A bad word. A swear. A word kids should not use." "Oh," Jung said, brightening up. "A zu. I do not mind if you say it. But you should not say it in front of my father." "Don't worry," said Bobby with a grin, and Jung smiled back. He had a killer smile and Bobby felt a stirring in his pants. "So, what you wanna do?" "I do not know. What do you?" "What do you like doing?" "I like to draw," he said with a shrug. "And I like to play video games. We got a new Playstation 2. We got Ace Combat 4, Grand Theft Auto 3 which came with the Playstation but my father does not like us to play, and Madden NFL 2002." "I like gaming too, and drawing." Bobby had actually joined the Art Club to be with his best buddy Aaron, who was an awesome drawer, but he wasn't that bad himself. "I seen what you can do in art class. You're fucking good." "Fucking good is a good thing?" "Oh yeah, very good." "Then you are fucking good too. I have seen some of your drawing." "Thanks. You wanna draw?" "Sure! If you do," Jung quickly added. "Sure." Jung got out some paper and the two boys sat and concentrated on their drawing. After half an hour they showed each other. Jung had drawn a Chinese garden scene, with sand and stones and patterns. Bobby had done a portrait of Jung. "That is very good," observed Jung. "Yours too. I don't got the patience to do all that detail stuff." Bobby thought for a moment. "If you'd pose, you know, like a model, I could do a whole body picture." "I do not know why you would want to draw a picture of me," Jung observed modestly. "Cuz you're good looking," Bobby replied honestly and Jung blushed. "Why don't you strip off your shirt and take off your socks and I'll do a picture like that one," Bobby suggested, nodding to the picture above Jung's desk. "Better yet, why not take all your clothes off," he continued with an impish grin. "You would draw me nude?" "Sure, if you want," Bobby replied brightly, immediately beginning to unbutton his shirt. "No no!" Jung exclaimed excitedly. "I mean ." "I know what you meant," Bobby interrupted with a chuckle as he stopped unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm joking." "Oh," Jung said with relief. The boy laughed at the joke on him also. "So, will you pose?" "Not nude." "Okay, in your underwear." "My underwear?" responded Jung with a giggle. "Yeah. So I can draw your muscles." "I do not have much muscle yet," Jung said modestly. That was not exactly true, but being short and slender, he did not appear as muscular as many of his classmates. "Com'on, just down to your underwear." "I do not know," Jung said hesitantly. "Com'on," coaxed Bobby, looking over at him with his big, hazel eyes and turning on his charm. "If your parents or brother come back before we are finished, we will hear them." "Well. . . ." "Great," Bobby responded, taking his hesitation as a yes. As Jung stood and began to unbutton his shirt, Bobby sharpened his pencil and got some new sheets of paper, all the while pretending not to be interested but watching Jung closely. He was good-looking, and the thought of touching and caressing his tawny-coloured body was enticing. As the boy pulled down his zipper and unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then pushed them down and stepped out of them, Bobby's dick began to swell. Jung was wearing a pair of white BVD's and the tiny bulge of his genitals in the pocket was so enticing Bobby knew he was going to have difficulty keeping his eyes off it. Jung struck a marital arts pose and after a bit of giggling, he stood as still as he could and Bobby began to draw. He was skilled, and with the subject he was drawing and the motivation, it did not take him too long. Carefully shading in the contours of Jung's body, and the bulge in his underwear, Bobby repeatedly looked up at him and back at his picture, checking out every detail. His dick had been stiff through most of the drawing and was tenting out his faded blue jeans, a fact he did not try to hide, and in fact, had tried to reveal by spreading apart his legs and casually dropping his free hand to his crotch "Is something wrong?" Jung asked. At first Bobby thought he was referring to his condition, but fortunately before he commented and made a fool of himself, he realized Jung was wondering why he was constantly checking him and the pencil sketch. "Yeah," Bobby said, proud of the thought that had come to his mind. It was the type of thought that his brother Brett would come up with. "I can't seem to get that bulge in your underwear right." "Oh?" said Jung, glancing down and immediately blushing self-consciously. "Yeah. Each time I look it has gotten bigger." Jung turned so red Bobby was sure he was going to have a nose bleed. Jung glanced over at him and seeing the wide grin and impish twinkle in his eyes, he giggled, and was quickly joined by Bobby. "It would seem like you have a like problem," Jung dared to observe, having noticed Bobby's condition at least ten minutes ago and having to his embarrassment reacted by getting an erection also, which he'd hoped would not be as noticeable, knowing from Physical Education classes that Bobby was the best hung of all the boys in their class, and fortunately under the present circumstances, he was the least. "Oh yeah," said Bobby, dropping his free hand and gently squeezing his swollen dick. He was about to make a suggestion when they heard the front door open and Jung's brother and parents return home. Bobby was disappointed, but he'd had a great afternoon and had forgotten his disappointment about the trip to Germany, and he knew there were going to be plenty more opportunities to get to know twelve-year-old Wong Soeng-Jung. The following Saturday the band and travel club students set up a car wash at Karl's Auto Land, the owner of the used car lot letting them use his property, and donating a car that anyone getting his or her car washed could buy a lottery ticket on. Needless to say, they had a booming business, and it being a sunny, warm day, a lot of fun besides. That is, they did until Ron Danson and his following of punks and bullies arrived. Loud and mouthy as ever, the grade twelve troublemaker strutted about the lot like he was God's answer to women. As usual, he was wearing a tight sleeveless tank top to reveal his biceps, tufts of blond pit hair, and broad, muscular chest. He'd joined the school's wrestling team, and there was no question the dude was strong and muscular. For that day he'd decided to wear his faded, stonewashed blue jeans with shredded knees and crotch, his pants hanging low on his hips under their weight of chains and revealing his plaid Joe Boxers. His high healed cowboy boots clacked on the pavement of the lot as he strutted about, and his long, luxuriant scarlet hair floated in the air as he purposefully jerked his head right and left to send his beautiful locks bouncing about his head. It floated like fine silk and shone in the afternoon sunlight. If it were not for his self-centeredness and chauvinistic attitude, he would have had to fight the girls off given his beautiful hair and masculine body. He would have had a larger male following too, rather than the half dozen boys who had the same arrogance and superior attitude regarding women. Ron wasted no time making it clear what he thought about nerds and losers who spent a warm Saturday afternoon on fund-raising and anything related to school, and who would do something as menial and filthy as wash other people's cars. Of course he'd brought his own vehicle, a cherry-red Chevrolet convertible his parents had boughten him for his last birthday, after taking it out on the surrounding gravel country roads and cutting through a couple open fields in the hopes of picking up a splattering of manure. When he arrived at the lot, he also made sure he was in the line of cars where the Brewster boys were working. "Now you make sure you do a good job," he said, looking down his nose at Benny, which was easy to do from his five-foot-eleven-and-a-half height. Benny said nothing as he began to hose the muck from the side of the vehicle. Waiting until Benny had the dirt and crap he'd picked up washed off, the high school bully stepped forward and grabbed the hose out of Benny's hands. "Here, let a man handle that hose, you'll take forever at the rate you're going." He aimed the hose at the side of his car and pretended to hose it off. "There, you see how fast a real man can do the job?" he said, handing the hose back. In doing so, he grabbed Benny's hand and spun around, spraying everyone around them. "What's the matter, not used to handling a big hose?" he asked, suddenly letting go and leaving Benny to grapple with the hose as he ran his hand down along his thigh to bring attention to the bulge in his pants and his reference to handling a big hose. He was well hung, and didn't mind bringing the fact to the attention of either sex. "Now look, you've gone and soaked everyone," he accused, looking about as if in dismay. "Not that I have anything against a nicely filled out wet T-shirt," he said, sidling over to Ashley Whitford and leering at her chest. Ashley's T-shirt was nicely filled out, and it was clear she was not wearing a bra. More than one of the boys in the group felt a stirring in their pants as her wet shirt revealed the curves of her breasts and her pert nipples. "Nothing turns on a real man like a nice set of jugs, or nice butt," he continued, grabbing Candis Lewett's backside and giving it a squeeze. The goons with him leered and snorted in agreement. "You're crude, Danson," observed Brent, unable to take any more. "Oh really?" observed the bully, having elicited a response from one of the Brewsters as he'd hoped he would. "What would a girly boy like you know about boobs and girl's butts, other than wishing you had some yourself." His followers laughed, as he'd hoped. He was in his prime. "You know, instead of using a cloth to dry off my car, I think I'll use this girly boy's hair." Before Brent could stop him, Ron had grabbed his hair and twisted it around his fingers, a trick that he knew rendered his victims helpless. Standing three inches taller than Brent and weighting twenty pounds heavier, he knew he already had a major advantage. "Grow up Danson," observed Brett, coming to his brother's rescue. "Oh, so it's the other girly Brewster," observed Ron. "I'm shivering in my boots sissy face." Reaching out and grabbing Brett's hair, he yanked him toward his brother, and taking the long, blond locks of the two boys, he quickly twirled them into two braids and tied them together. Laughing at the sight, he grabbed a bucket of dirty wash water and dumped it over the two boys. "Ron Danson, you're cruel," observed Sherry Anders, coming to Brett's defence. "Someone should stick your head in a bucket of slop," observed Benny as he tried to undo the knot in his older brothers' hair. "Should stick it in a toilet, where it belongs," suggested Bobby who had come out to help his brothers fund raise. "You got a big mouth for such a little squirt," Ron responded angrily, but in the second that had lapsed, Bobby had noticed a flicker of apprehension in the bully's eyes. "I think it's time someone shut it." "I think maybe it's time someone held you down and cut off that hair you're always bragging about," observed Brett, having gotten untangled and now glaring at the bully as he rubbed his sore scalp. He did not often lose his cool, but Ron Danson had pushed him too far, and nobody threatened his kid brother. "Oh yeah? It'll take more than you and your three wimpy brothers to do that," Ron responded, pushing him back. Brett responded as only he could, pushing the bully back despite his size and obvious advantage. Ron responded by pushing him harder and rougher, causing Brett to shove him back with all his strength. Grabbing one of the squeegees, Ron twisted the younger boy around and bending him over, goosed him with the handle. "Hey, what is going on over there?" called Anthony Kurtz, one of the teacher supervisors. Ron immediately let Brett go and stepped back. "Com'on, let's get out of this place," he said to his buddies, and the six of them made a hasty retreat to his car as the teacher began walking toward them. "Too bad we got interrupted, girly boy. I'd love to have shoved that handle up your asshole." "Brett would have loved it even more," observed Danny Maartens with a sneer, causing the others in the car to laugh as Ron gunned the motor, spun his tires and peeled out of the lot. As they resumed their car washing, Brent fumed over Ron Danson, but as his temper calmed down, he thought about what he'd witnessed. Ron Danson had flashed his stuff before all of them, but he'd noticed whenever he was flaunting his crotch before a guy, he did so much longer. He also noticed that while he was goosing Brett, Ron's own dick was rapidly swelling. Guys evidently turned him on. He had to be closet bi or closet gay. The sixteen-year-old boy filed the information away for the future. As he bent over to rinse out his wash rag, he spotted Eric Maartens similarly bent over as he wiped down the car he was working on. He could not help observing that the fifteen-year-old boy had a nice butt and fantasizing what he and the good- looking grade ten student might do. Being nothing like his older brother, Eric had to have been embarrassed by the incident that had just occurred, and Brent felt sorry for him. Six p.m. was the time set for the big draw for the 1996 Volkswagen Golf being donated by Karl A. Steinhauser, the owner of the used car lot. The man lived several houses down from the Brewsters, but they, like the rest of the neighbours, seldom saw him. He went off to work early in the mornings before everyone else was even awake, and seldom returned home before nine at night. He was a bachelor and did not appear to have any friends, and the general impression of the neighbourhood was that he hated kids. The few times they ever did see him in his yard, he quickly disappeared in the house or around the back when any of the neighbourhood children approached him, and any offers to mow his grass or shovel the snow from his walks were abruptly turned down. So, it was a surprise to learn that he'd offered his lot for a high school car wash, and to set up a lottery with one of his used cars as the prize with the money to go toward the trip to Germany besides. It was even more of a surprise to learn he was going to be one of the adult chaperones for the trip. "He's from Germany. Maybe he's looking for a free plane ride to Germany and back to visit his friends or his family," suggested Benny. "I don't think he got no friends," observed Bobby, having been one of the boys abruptly turned down when he'd offered to shovel his sidewalks to make some extra pocket money. "Besides, why would he want a free aeroplane ticket and at the same time donate one of his cars?" asked Brent. "He could use the money from selling it to go to Germany and back a couple times." "Well, it was just an idea," observed Benny. "I didn't say a great one. He has to have some motive for volunteering to chaperone." "It really seems strange, him being such a recluse and all." "It's sure not because he likes kids." "I bet it's because he's one of those Nazi war criminals that's never been caught and he's going back to retrieve some of the treasure the Nazi's looted and hid," offered Bobby. "I bet his middle initial stands for Adolf." "He's only fifty. Maybe sixty at the most. He wouldn't even have been born during the war, or he'd have been a baby." The boys' surmising was interrupted by a drum roll and the announcement that Mister Steinhauser was going to draw the winning ticket. A large crowd of those who'd gotten their cars washed had gathered. "And the winner is . . . ," he announced, "Brent and Brett Brewster." The twins looked at each other in surprise. "Us?" they asked together. "Mom came by to get the wagon washed," observed Brett. "She must have put our name on the ticket!" "No, it wasn't me," observed Brenda, walking up behind the boys, having just arrived at the lot for the announcement. "Then how?" "I did it," observed Sherry Anders. "You? But you didn't have a car to wash, or your parents, did they?" asked Brent, knowing Sherry and her parents quite well as they were good friends of the Hollis's and members of the Blackfalds Coven. Being a lesbian, a fact known only by the members of the coven, also provided a bond between the two teenagers. "No, but Ron Dawson did." "Ron Dawson?" "He tore off out of here without filling in his ticket. So I filled it in for him." "With our names?" "Sure." The group of them laughed. It was fitting. The boys of course offered to let Sherry have the car, but she refused. The evening passed by quickly with the boys taking their brothers for rides, and of course Sherry and her girlfriend, with the offer that Sherry could borrow the car any time she wanted. Their win was the talk of the school the next day, and of course Ron Danson was furious. He tried to bully the twins into giving him the keys and turning over the registration of the car to him in that it had been his ticket, and when that didn't work he'd threatened to take legal action. Of course one of his followers, Dallas Sterns, quickly supported him, his father being a judge and Dallas having good reason to dislike the twins, but Brent and Brett were not worried. They'd already had their father check out that possibility and had been assured that Ron had no grounds on which to claim the car. Ron knew that, having had his father already check that out also, and so he resorted to his backup plan in case his bluff didn't work, saying that only nerds would want a Volkswagen anyway, and that the Golf was an ugly car and had no power, which was why Steinhauser had offered it in the lottery. Of course everyone knew that was just sour grapes, and even if the car wasn't the sportiest in the world, it was as far as the boys who knew cars were concerned, a great prize, easy to handle and great on gas, which was important for a high school boy. The twins were not the only ones having pleasant surprises. That Monday Benny got back his biology exam with a ninety-three percent, which was especially awesome considering sciences were not his strength, and his English composition with an eighty-five. When he joined the twins in the high school student parking lot for a ride home, the first thing he did was open his back pack to show them his papers. Having been so excited about the marks, he was surprised that he'd forgotten them in his locker. Eager to show his parents, he told the twins to go ahead while he went back for them. On the way back to his locker he walked past Mrs Hunt's room and he stopped to talk to her for a while. There was no particular reason but she was a good teacher, and besides, Benny knew it never hurt to be on the good side of a teacher, even if you weren't in his or her class at the moment. Of course the fact the thirty-seven-year-old teacher was stacked and had a reputation for low-cut blouses and short skirts that every freshman had to check out had nothing to do with Benny's visit. He liked boys, but he wasn't ruling out girls so quickly. As he headed back out of the school, he had to walk past the Biology lab and he stuck his head in to see if Mister Kurtz was there. He wasn't, but Benny spotted the ear of corn on the teacher's desk that they'd been getting kernels from for the lab on seeds. He could not resist picking up the ear and placing it strategically in the pelvis of the plastic skeleton hanging in the corner. Mister Kurtz was a great teacher and although he'd have to act upset, Benny knew he'd find the prank funny. The silk from the ear made it even look like the permanent resident of the biology lab had hairs. Leaving the lab, he paused at the gym to watch the boy's volleyball team practising. The sight and smell of the hot, sweating high school boys racing about the gym, and the sight of their hairy pits as they reached up to spike the volleyball got his imagination going and before he knew it half an hour had passed. He had by then a raging hardon and he decided there was no point in wasting it. He was tempted to use the washrooms off the boy's gym change rooms, the smell of the lockers being a turnon, but he decided he might be too easily interrupted and decided on the washrooms by the cafeteria, that area usually being deserted right after school. As he stepped into the washroom, he was surprised to find someone was there, one of the new students he'd seen in the hallways. He was even more surprised to see him with a handful of white tablets in one hand and a Styrofoam cup of water in the other. Wong Soeng-Zi was just as surprised as Benny. Quickly wrapping his fingers about the pills, he raised his hand to his mouth in the hope that Benny had not seen how many he had. Benny had, and with a leap forward, he grabbed the smaller boy's wrist before he was able to pop the pills in his mouth. "Stop!" "Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Zi asked, trying to pull his hand away. Although he had turned fifteen in August and Benny would not be fifteen until November, Zi was much smaller than the American boy, standing at four-foot-eleven and weighing ninety-five pounds. "What are you doing?" countered Benny. "Nothing." "Nothing?" asked Benny, glancing at the bottle of pills on the counter. "I ... I have a headache. I was taking an Aspirin." Just because he was small did not mean Zi was weak, but being athletic himself, and five inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, Benny did not have that much difficulty pulling the boy's hand away from his mouth and prying open his fingers. "Must be one hell of a headache to be taking all those pills." "Well, it is. Besides, it is not any of your business." The boy tried to pull his hand away, but Benny kept his grip on his wrist. In the ensuing struggle, the pills fell to the floor. Benny quickly released his hold on the boy's wrist and grabbed the bottle on the counter. "These are sleeping pills." Zi paused. "They are? I thought they were Aspirin. Your English writing is very confusing." "Not that confusing." "How would you know?" "Com'on. What's going on?" "Nothing. I told you. Just leave me alone," Zi responded as he grabbed the bottle and shoved it in his pocket and tried to push his way past Benny. "I think we'd better find a teacher or someone." "What for?" "You know what for." Zi knew that Benny knew what he was really doing. That he'd been stopped, and that what he'd been going to do his father and the entire school was about to find out was the breaking point for the boy. Tears welled up in his eyes and he stood there limply like a rag doll as he tried to will them to stop. Benny was shocked and not knowing what else to do, put his arm about the sobbing boy. Placing his head on Benny's shoulder, Zi could not hold back the flood now that it had started. They stood there for a long time. "Let's go," Benny finally said as Zi's tears subsided and the boy stepped back, his face flushed from crying and from his shame. "Please. No teacher. Please." "I'm not making any promises," Benny replied slowly. "Please," the boy pleaded. "Every thing is fine now. Everything is hunky dory." "Let's go find someplace to talk." Zi simply wanted to escape, but knowing Benny could insist they go see a teacher instead, he agreed. The elementary school being nearby, the two boys headed over to the playground and sat down on the equipment. "You better give me that bottle of pills," Benny said, holding out his hand. "I won't take them." "I think you'd better give them to me anyway." Zi knew the bigger boy could force him to relinquish the bottle. He reluctantly turned them over. "Have you taken any?" Zi shook his head, and from the number missing in the bottle Benny was pretty certain the boy was telling him the truth. "So, why were you . . . taking the pills?" Benny asked, finding it difficult to say the word he was thinking. "And don't shit me about thinking they were Aspirin." Zi looked down at the ground for a long time. Benny waited. "I cannot live like this," Zi whispered finally. "Like what?" "Being a failure." "What makes you think you're a failure?" "I don't think I am. I know." The boy snivelled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Reaching into his pocket he took out the crumped sheet of paper. It was his biology exam. He had fifteen percent. "So you failed an exam. Big deal. I've failed plenty of exams." That wasn't exactly true. Benny was not an honour student, and he generally put as little effort as he had to into studying unless it was something that really interested him, but he seldom failed an exam either. "Not just an exam," said Zi. "Every exam. And assignment." "Well, hey, it has to be difficult being new here, and learning a new language and all." "It is not that new," responded Zi. "We learn English in China." Benny had to admit that despite his accent he spoke English quite well. "Well, it is difficult being new. I know. Me and my brothers were new here once." "But you didn't come from another country." "Sure we did. Canada." "You are from Canada?" "Yeah." "We hear much about Canada in China. It is a good country." "So I know what it is like being new. Things will work out." "No. Things in America are too difficult. Too different." Benny looked at the despondent boy as he came close to tears again. "In China, I was at the top of my class," Zi explained. "I was always bringing home good marks, and getting awards for my studies at school. My name in our classical philosophy is a wish for me to have great intelligence. Here I am . . . what do you call it . . . a ben. A fool." "Hey. I can help you." "I am taking extra classes. English as a Second Language classes. But they are not telling me the words that I need to know, the words like, like the ones I am expected to know on this, this exam," he sputtered, waving the crumpled paper in the air as his voice cracked. "My father was much proud of me. Now he is ashamed." "Hey, I can help explain the words you need to know." "But is it more," replied Zi. "You do not understand. Your life is so different here. I am not like American boys. You are so . . . wild no, not wild . . . so open. So daring. If I were to say or do some of the things I see American boys doing my father would punish me with most severity. But that would not happen," he said with a sigh. "I cannot be like you. Never," he said emphatically and bitterly. "Well, hey, I can help show you the ropes," offered Benny. "The ropes?" asked Zi in surprise. "So. You understand. But I would think it would be much calmer to use the sleeping pills than to hang oneself." "No, not ropes," replied Benny. "Not those ropes. I mean I can show you what to do and say and stuff, to fit in, you know?" "You see. I am an idiot. I thought you meant a rope, to end my miserable life." "It's a natural mistake. We have many slang sayings that I'm sure everyone who comes to American gets confused over. So what do you say? Will you let me help?" "Why would you do this?" "To be a friend," Benny said with a shrug. "I have heard that you and your brothers are like that." "Yeah? Cool." "If you can help me, I would repay you muchly, somehow." "That's not necessary." "I must." "So you were smart in China?" "Yes." "What did you do for fun?" "We do not spend much time on fun in China," Zi responded. "Life is very serious. But in the evenings I practice my T'ai Chi Ch'uan, and I play chess with my father." "You like chess?" "Yes. Very much." "Well, first thing tomorrow we get you in the chess club." "It will not be too late?" "Hell no." "Swearing is one thing strictly not allowed in my home." "Oh. Sorry." "It is all right. I just say it is so because it is what I am trying to say. Things in America are much different." "But Chinese do have swear words?" "Of course." "And you know what they are?" "Yes. I said they are not allowed in my home. It does not mean I do not on occasion say one, or that I do not know them, though I do not say them as often as you do here in America." "Then that is how you can repay me," said Benny brightly as he put an arm around his new friend. "I will teach you how to be an American boy, and you will teach me Chinese swears." Zi looked at Benny and he slowly smiled. "Deal," he said, extending his hand to legitimize their bargain with a handshake. When he got home, Benny found Bobby rebounding off the walls. "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going," he shouted, grabbing Benny and dancing him about the room in an impromptu German polka. Letting go of him in mid spin, he grabbed his father and spun him around. "Oh I'm so glad you're third vice president of Wecare Pet Supplies! You're the greatest bestest most wonderful father there is and you have a fu-, fu-, fu-, futastic job!" "What's going on?" asked Benny as Bobby spun off into the kitchen to ask his mother if they could have sauerkraut for supper the next day. "Two of your teachers were at the Wecare Pet Supplies Outlet at the mall after school," Barry explained. "Two of my teachers?" "A husband and wife team. Mister and Mrs De Cazale. Sort of a strange couple actually." "Oh yeah, very strange," Benny observed. Barry raised an eyebrow. "They're good teachers I hear," Benny continued. "Just you hardly ever see them smile, and they don't really walk, they just glide." Barry nodded. He'd observed the same about their movement. "They got two sons, twins, and they are sort of weird too. The one is deaf, and they dress real formal, you know, with vests and dress pants, always in browns and blues or greys, nothing bright. You never see them in jeans or nothing. Anyway, what's that got to do with Bobby acting so hyper?" "Well, I was at the store talking to the outlet manager, and they heard him mention my name and they came over and introduced themselves, and said they were going to be two of the teacher chaperones for the upcoming trip." "They are?" asked Benny. That he hadn't known, and he doubted if any of the other students on the trip did either. "Well, they were getting some dog food. I understand they have a couple Irish Wolf Hounds." That did not come as a surprise to Benny. Rumour had been that Max, the deaf boy, had a wolf for a pet. He could see how such a rumour could start if they had a pair of Irish Wolf Hounds. His father being in the pet business, he knew what sort of breed that was. "Anyway, as we were talking, I mentioned how excited you boys were about the trip, and how disappointed Bobby was. Well, Mister De Cazale said he knew that Wecare Pet Supplies was a major sponsor of the trip, and suggested maybe the company should consider sponsoring someone to go on the trip as the school mascot." "The Crestview Heights Cheetah?" "Right. So I talked to Mister Farnsworth and he thought it was a great promotional idea, and so I talked to your principal, and well, the Crestview Heights Cheetah will be joining the band and travel club." "Someone call me?" asked Bobby, racing back into the living room. Scrambling about the room on all fours, he zig-zagged in and out of their legs and tugged on their pant legs with his teeth as he growled. "Bobby is joining us?" "Isn't it fu-, fu-, fu-, funderful?" asked Bobby leaping to his feet and prancing about as if he had to take a leak. "Yeah. Funderful," agreed Benny. "I'm going to be the best man-eating cheetah ever." "I think that's man-eating tiger," corrected his father. Benny observed to himself that in this case his father was wrong. This cheetah definitely enjoyed eating men, and eating boys. The following day after school Benny dropped by Zi's house for his first "American" lesson, and the following evening he and Zi along with their brothers attended the final fund raiser for the trip, an interschool exhibition wrestling competition. Of course anything involving hot sweaty boys got the attention of the Brewster brothers, and the boys noticed that Zi and his two brothers were just as interested. "You got wrestling in China?" asked Bobby. "Certainly," responded Jung, "but it is not as popular as wushu." "Wushu?" "Kung Fu." "Oh." "Though ping-pong and badminton are also very popular, and with younger people basketball," observed Zi. "You are very good basketball players," observed Jan, the boys' oldest brother, addressing the twins. "Thanks," they said together. "The most popular spectator sport is soccer," added Zi. "I have seen you play soccer. You are very good," he added, looking at Benny. "Thanks." "Wrestling is not that popular. It is not say as popular as sumo wrestling is in Japan," continued Zi. "I think it is gross being as heavy as sumo wrestlers," observed Brent. "I wonder if their dicks are as big in proportion as the rest of their bodies?" mused Bobby predictably. "They're probably normal size." "They'd look tiny compared to the rest of their bodies then," giggled Bobby, "like a baby's." "Or like yours," observed Benny with a grin. "Up yours." "Hey, I'd bend over for you anytime little brother." Seeing the surprised looks on the Wongs' faces and the three boys glancing about nervously in embarrassment, the Brewster brothers decided to cut their usual banter short. The matches were about to begin anyway. Of course the boys pulled for the members of their school, except of course Ron Danson, who they noticed was cheered on only by the pack of bullies that he'd collected since joining the school, and a few others who cheered just because he was a fellow student. The boys were especially interested when the new student, fifteen-year-old Robbie Ambury, stepped forward for his competition. Like Benny had observed, he had a great body, muscular biceps, thighs and upper torso, dark eyes and a shy smile that was particularly sexy. As they watched him grappling with his opponent, each of the Brewster brothers imagined himself engaging in a match with the boy, with the typical Brewster "if you lose, your ass is mine" bet, except in this case win or lose the Brewsters would come out the winners. Robbie's tank, a light grey with a burgundy trim with matching wrestling trunks, began to develop a sweat V in the front and to darken under his arms, and from where they were sitting, the Brewster brothers could practically smell his sweat. They each imagined what it would be like to get him in a headlock and cup his hot, sweaty balls. The ache that had arisen in their pants was surpassed only by the ache of not being able to reach down and do something about it. The arousal of their new American friends did not go unnoticed by the Wongs, and the tenting in Jung's trousers didn't go unnoticed by Bobby either. As they took a break, the boys sought out the new boy and congratulated him on his win, because they wanted to make the new student feel welcome of course. Getting close to his hot, sweaty body had nothing to do with it. As if wanting to spoil any fun they had, Ron Danson showed up at that precise moment with his followers. "What are you wimps doing here?" he asked. "I wouldn't expect girly boys like you to be watching a manly sport like wrestling." "It's probably because it's the closest thing they'll ever get to anything manly," observed Danny Maartens vindictively as he recalled the many humiliations he'd suffered at the hands of the boys. Ron and the others laughed. Ignoring the comments, the boys tried to just walk away, but Ron and his followers were not going to let them off that easy. "What do you say we put on our own wrestling competition during the intermission?" he asked. "Me against the two of you." "Even with one hand tied behind his back I bet he'd be able to beat you wimps," added Danny. Ron was strong, and he knew about wrestling. The twins were not so foolish as to accept the challenge as tempting as it was. Ron tossed his head back, causing his hair to swirl about his head. "You know the story about Sampson?" he asked. "Well, my hair's my strength." From the attention he gave his hair, the boys had no doubt that he really believed that. Nobody was denying Ron Danson had a gorgeous head of hair, or that he looked after it. "Tell you what," he continued, "if we wrestle and you beat me, I'll cut my hair off. If I beat you, then we shear off your golden locks. What do you say?" That offer was even more tempting, but Brent and Brett knew bullies like Ron did not make such daring bets unless they were sure they were going to win. "What's the matter, chicken?" he asked when they did not respond. Knowing the power of that question and having used it themselves many times, the twins were not about to fall for something that simple themselves. They glanced at each other uncomfortably, even Brett being at a loss for words, which was atypical. They were even more uncomfortable in the presence of their new friends, being more embarrassed for them than for themselves. Wong Soeng-Jan, having turned sixteen in April, was the oldest of the three brothers, and was the most uncomfortable of all the boys. A loving and kind boy as his name means, he was particularly sensitive and caring, and wished there was something he could do or say in defence of the twins, especially since of all the new boys he and his brothers had met, the Brewster boys had been the most welcoming and genuine. He was, however, shy, and like his brothers, had been raised to avoid physical confrontations. Besides, there was little he was going to be able to do against the likes of Ron Danson and his goons. "You looking to wrestle someone?" asked Robbie, looking up at the older boy, who at five-foot-eleven-and-a-half towered five-and-a-half inches above the fifteen-year-old wrestler. He knew about bullies, and by then Ron Danson, and he knew the loud mouth braggart was performing for his friends and not really looking for a fight, least of all with someone like him who though thirty pounds lighter and two years younger, could give him a decent challenge. "Naw, you're all right," replied Ron, as Robbie had suspected he would. "I got nothing against you." He glanced at the twins and paused purposefully, and then looked at his followers. "Com'on, let's get out of here," he said, having made his point. "The smell of chicken shit is getting bad around here." "He's a punk," observed Robbie, making sure he did so softly enough that Ron did not hear him. He wasn't afraid of the swaggering bully, but he wasn't foolish enough to invite his wrath either. "Yeah," agreed Jan agreed, admiring the younger boy's courage at standing up to the obnoxious bully. "Well, I better go shower," Robbie observed. "Congratulations on your win again," offered Benny, along with the others. As the Brewster boys made their way back to their seats, they fumed silently and thought of a dozen ways to get back at Ron Danson. They also thought of a fewer number of ways they could show Robbie Ambury their thanks for his support. With those thoughts, and not being the type to brood or fret, they soon put the incident in the past as the second half of the exhibition began. Late Thursday night the parents of the Crestview Heights students gave their best wishes, hugs and kisses to their children as they prepared to embark on their trip. The Brewsters, veteran flyers, thought about their previous flights, with expected results, but they made no effort to get to know the pilots nor the flight attendants. The twins had their boyfriends on this trip, and Benny had Justin. Bobby was too involved in chatting with Jan. Playing cymbals and xylophone, Jan had joined the others as a member of the band, and with his brothers being occupied with their friends, Bobby had taken it upon himself to make Jan feel part of their group. Besides, he hoped to find out a bit more about Jan's youngest brother in the hopes that some day he might give him a special welcome. It was a long flight, but the students were all excited, and besides, Mrs Hunt's grade ten audiovisual communications class had put together a special video about German tourist sites, the history of Oktoberfest, and German music for the students to watch during the flight. What only two of the boys in the communications class knew, there was a very special feature to this video. With their success with subliminal messaging at Boxing Day, Benny and Justin had done a bit of editing of the video. Each time there was accordion music or an image of someone's fingers playing the buttons or keys of an accordion, which was of course frequent, the subliminal message "masturbate" flashed across the screen. Whenever a brass instrument or marching music was featured, which was just as frequent, the words "erection" and "suck" flashed across the screen. To the amusement of the Brewster brothers and their closest friends who were let in on the prank, it was not long into the video before everyone on the plane began to fidget, students and chaperones alike, and the weaker began a lineup at the two washrooms. There was no question why, nor what they'd be fantasizing about while they were performing that solitary pleasure. Early in the afternoon on the next day, the group was met at the Munich airport by their tour guides and hosts dressed in their traditional costumes and who ushered them onto their bus and off to their hotel in downtown Munich. After settling into their rooms and a quick rest, the group was herded back onto their bus to take a tour of the city, including the Neues Rathaus, the ornate city hall with its towering steeple, and the Frauenkirche, the brick Church of Our Lady built in the fifteenth century. Following their evening meal, consisting of a hearty bacon and potato soup, a green salad, wiener schnitzel with pan-fried potatoes and green beans, and for desert apple strudel, they turned in happy, content, and eager for the next day's adventure. The next morning, Saturday the twenty-first, they lined up at Sonnenstrabe for the Wiesn- Parade, an hour-long parade that marked the festive beginning of the Oktoberfest, their hosts having explained that when the holiday had been extended from one week to two, it had been added to at the front end to take advantage of the warmer weather in September. The Munich Kindl, the small child from the city of Munich who traditionally lead the parade on horseback, was a blond, curly headed boy with deep blue eyes dressed in traditional short leather pants and an alpine hat with a single hawk feather that everyone fell in love with. He was immediately followed by the mayor of Munich and the governor of Bavaria wearing their ribbons and medallions and riding in a festively decorated horse drawn coach. Behind them marched the Proprietor families in their traditional costumes, elaborately decorated carriages, teams of oxen and horses pulling the beer wagons and wagons carrying the waitresses and waiters of the various Munich breweries, each in their own distinctive costume, and the assorted Oktoberfest bands. The Crestview Heights High School marching band followed by a horse drawn float with the concert band proudly took their place. Of course with the marching music, brass sections, and accordions, it did not take long for the entire band and their chaperones to begin feeling the effects of the subliminal messages of the previous day, something Benny and Justin had not anticipated, having come up with the prank for something to brighten up the long boring flight across the Atlantic, and having no idea that the students and chaperones would still be affected by the messages the following day. By the end of the first two blocks, every girl in the band was feeling an irresistible itch between her legs, and every boy was sporting an erection, a condition very noticeable in the tight, sharply pressed white slacks the boys wore. At first they blushed with embarrassment, their cheeks turning a bright cherry red, but as they saw the appreciative looks they were getting from the people lining the streets, young and old, male and female alike, they proudly thrust out their hips and marched along, their teenage cocks throbbing in time to the music as they were lead by a prancing, growling Cheetah. Following the parade, the mayor of the city officially tapped the first barrel of beer in the Shottenhammel tent, one of the fourteen beer tents set up in the Wiesn, officially starting the festival. For the rest of the afternoon, the students were given free reign to wander the Wiesn grounds to visit the variety of crafts and refreshment booths, and to take in the variety of rides, the more traditional being a couple elaborately carved wooden carousels and an ancient Ferris wheel with brightly painted seats, which were just as popular as the most modern and scariest roller coaster rides. The chaperones of course made a tour of some of the fourteen beer tents. "Oh maaaannnnn, I'm stuffed," groaned Bobby as he flopped down later that night on the bed he was sharing with his three brothers. "That's hardly a surprise, considering the number of pork sausages you ate this afternoon and evening." "Hey, I can't help it if I like sausages," Bobby said with a gleam in his eyes, and before he even began to reach over and grab Benny between the legs his three brothers knew that was his intent. "So what is your excuse for the pig's knuckles?" "A guy's gotta try something new at least once," the twelve-year-old replied as he stroked the growing mound in Benny's pants. "Once? More like a couple dozen." "Well a guy's gotta be sure before he gives an opinion." "So have you reached an opinion on getting your butt fucked?" asked Benny with a grin. "No," Bobby replied with an amused open-mouthed smile. "Myself, I've never eaten so much gingerbread in my life," groaned Brett. "Or fried chicken," added Brent. "It sure tastes different than KFC." "Everything tastes different over here." "Yeah. Guess it's the atmosphere." "Wonder if this will taste different?" Bobby mused as he squeezed the now rigid tube in Benny's pants. Before Benny could answer, there was a soft knock at the door. Justin, accompanied by Cam and Billy entered the room, as the boys had been expecting. They knew their chaperones, having fully experienced their first day of Oktoberfest, would be sleeping a very sound sleep despite all intentions of keeping an eye on their students. "That a pork sausage in your pants, or are you just glad to see me?" joked Justin as he joined Benny. "It's all Bobby's doing," replied Benny, adding with a grin, "but I am glad to see you." The twins felt the same way about Cam and Billy, and the four lovers immediately embraced and kissed, causing all four to feel stirrings in their pants. They had long before this trip planned this very night, and not one of them had any qualms about getting it on in front of the others. Brent ran his fingers through Billy's gelled hair, Billy having recently gone with the popular neo-spiked mullet, while Billy unbuttoned Brent's shirt and caressed his smooth chest. Both boys were wearing their nipple rings. Brett and Cam were meanwhile locked in another long, passionate kiss as they squeezed and caressed each other's buttocks and pressed their swelling members against each other. Glancing at each other, and over at Bobby, Benny and Justin nodded for the younger boy to join them, and Bobby did not need a second invitation. Five minutes later, the boys' lovemaking was interrupted by another soft knock on the door. Glancing at each other, they quickly tucked their shirts back in their pants and moved apart as Brett approached the door. They had not expected any of their chaperones to even be up, never mind checking if everyone was in their rooms. "Oh fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-, hi!" sputtered Bobby, recognizing the American Crew aftershave the second Brett had opened the door and leaping to his feet as if the bed had been wired and he'd just received an electric shock. "Ah, hi," responded Zac Williams, surprised and embarrassed by Bobby's enthusiastic welcome, and to see the other boys in the Brewster's room. "Fu-, fu-, fu-, fucripesake it's great to see you," Bobby gushed, grabbing the five-foot eleven, hundred and fifty-five pound grade twelve student by the hand and pulling him into the room. "Well, I figured you being the only one here who isn't in high school, you might like some company." "You fu-, fu-, fu- you bet I do!" "As you can see, Bobby's stuttering has gotten a lot worse," observed Brett with a grin. "I do. Take a long, deep breath, Bobby," advised his tutor. "I plan on it!" Bobby responded with a twinkle in his hazel eyes, causing his three brothers to giggle. They knew exactly what their kid brother planned on having in his mouth when he did. There was still another knock at the door, and another grade twelve student was admitted into the room, Wally Bingham, one of the first boys the Brewster brothers discovered was gay and whom everyone at school knew was a flaming queen. Wally, feeling the effects of the subliminal messages after a day of blaring brass bands, had previously had sex with Cam before Cam and Brett had become lovers, and was hoping that despite their relationship, which was becoming more and more widely known, as was Brent and Billy's, he might find solace to the itch between his legs in a way other than wanking himself off, something that Brett and Cam quickly concluded, and to which they had no difficulty for this evening. Seventeen-year-olds Matt Collins and Harry Matsu and fifteen-year-old Eric Maartens, all who had come together on Boxing Day watching Ashley Whitford playing with herself, were the next to arrive, the three boys figuring the Brewster hotel room the most likely place they could have a party. Two minutes later three of Benny's classmates, Beau Duke, who'd had his first climax on Pride Day thanks to Benny's bet, Solomon Nejrue, the black Sudanese student whose black ass and black sausage the Brewsters had been anxious to sample the day he'd arrived at Clearview Heights, and Vito Pocatello, the dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian American boy who played soccer with Benny, arrived, having seen the others heading down the hall and entering the Brewster bedroom. They were followed a few minutes later by seventeen-year-old Neil Jasperson, who'd had a wild time with the twins on Veteran's Day and unaware of the crowd that had gathered at the Brewster hotel room was hoping he might experience something similar again. The next half hour the boys spent talking about their first day-and-a-half in Germany, the sites they'd seen and the rides and the surprising crowds at the Wiesn, and of course the bands they'd heard. They joked about their chaperones going to have swollen heads the next morning, and the fact that the only one they'd seen in the hall was Mister Steinhauser, whom everyone found strange being a chaperone. They were all honest topics, but underneath it all was one common topic each and every boy was aching to bring up, but too shy and self-conscious to do so, all except one. "It's been a great day, but there is one problem," observed Billy. "I don't know if it's the party atmosphere or all the hot looking Germans, or the beer I drank or what ." "You drank some beer?" "Sure," Billy said with a shrug. "It's easy to get with all the crowds and everything, and it is Oktoberfest." The boys nodded their agreement with his logic. "Anyway, I'm feeling so fucking horny my balls are aching." Fifteen voices quickly acknowledged they were feeling the same, and the conversation quickly turned to sex, many of the boys commenting on the low-cut blouses and short skirts of the German girls were wearing. Actually, the traditional dirndl with its lace and puffy sleeves was designed to show off a girl's bosoms, but not a young maiden's legs, and the fact that many of the younger girls were sporting dresses that were above the knees was causing an uproar among the traditionalists, male and female this year. The conversation turned to the German men and boys in their tight leather shorts and how sexy some of them looked, a daring comment despite the fact that every one of the boys in the room had at some time had at least one gay experience. Of course the conversation soon had each and every one of the boys tented, something that they at first tried to hide, but when it was obvious they were not alone, they openly revealed their need in the hopes that something would happen to satisfy it. "Well, I don't know about everyone else," Benny finally announced, "but I've had enough talking and need some hot action. Who's for forming a daisy chain?" "I've been wondering if that is a pork sausage you got stuffed in your pants," observed Justin, causing the boys to laugh and to put everyone at ease. "Was going to ask you the same thing," responded Benny as he reached for his best buddy's fly. "I think Zac's smuggled in a bratwurst," observed Bobby, causing everyone to laugh even louder. The twelve-year-old, who had been sitting beside the seventeen-year-old grade twelve student on the floor, immediately reached over and pulled down his fly. Benny, who was sitting on one of the double beds, had by then pulled down Justin's zipper and was slipping his fingers in the fly of his jeans and of his underwear. Finding the familiar limp tube of flesh, he carefully but eagerly pulled it out and immediately bent over and took the limp but already swelling organ in his mouth. Justin leaned over and the fourteen-year-old pulled down the fly of seventeen-year-old Harry Matsu sitting beside him. By that time Brent had Billy's pants down around his ankles and was pulling down his boyfriend's black silk briefs which he'd worn especially for that evening, revealing his semierect cock, and the fact that he had his foreskin ring in, which Wally Bingham, who was sitting beside Billy, found particularly interesting. Neil Jasperson, sitting on the other side of Brent, was just as curious about the sixteen-year-old blond and eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled them and the boy's Calvin Klein boxer briefs down, revealing that he too was wearing his foreskin ring. That and his nipple rings, nose studs and earrings were the only way to tell the difference between him and his twin brother, who at the moment had pulled down Cam's pants and burgundy bikini briefs and was licking the Thai boy's large fawn-coloured balls on the other twin bed. Zac Williams had meanwhile gotten his classmate Matt Collin's pants and underwear down and was stroking the six-foot-four football player's rapidly growing dick. Matt, in turn, had taken down fifteen-year-old Solomon Nejrue's pants and underwear and was stroking the black student's uncut cock. Solomon had meanwhile turned his attention to Neil Jasperson, who was delightedly licking Brent's balls. Wally had meanwhile taken Brett's entire cock in his mouth, which was impressive even though Brett's cock was in its limp state. Cam had by then taken down Vito Pocatello's pants and underwear, and was licking the sensitive inner side of the dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian's thigh. The fifteen-year-old soccer player had the right ball of Eric Maartens in his mouth and was gently sucking on it, while the blond-haired fifteen-year-old son of the mayor was eagerly sucking on the limp but almost erect tube of Benny Brewster. Benny had his best buddy Justin fully erect and was teasing the underside of the sensitive knob of Harry Matsu with the tip of his tongue. The circle was complete with the seventeen-year-old grade twelve student licking the huge, low- hung sack of Beau Duke who was sucking on the stiff, slender cocklet of Bobby Brewster. So the sixteen students formed a daisy chain that stretched across the two double beds, the two stuffed sofa chairs, and across and around the floor in a large circle with the students kneeling, squatting or laying on the floor, chairs or floor as they sucked and were sucked. Sixteen boys, fifteen of them with various densities of pubic hair and one totally smooth, all of them with raging hardons ranging from Matt Collon's seven-inch long and thick salami, the twin's slightly longer and more slender sausages, and Zac William's still slightly longer and smooth banana to Bobby Brewster's impressive but tiny in comparison four-and-a-half-inch cocktail wiener. Sixteen boys sprawled across the room in a circle weaving over the beds and chairs, each boy with a throbbing cock or a ball in his mouth, and each boy being sucked or licked himself. Matt Collins, who had come in the change booth with Harry Matsu and Eric Maartens on Boxing day, and who'd had an unsatiable craving for David Tateson's arm pits and had come in his trousers just before speaking on Teacher Appreciation day, now eagerly sucked on the black cock of fifteen-year-old Solomon Nejrue, the first black boy he'd ever sucked. The grade ten freshman at the same time greedily sucked on the throbbing cock of Neil Jasperson while the grade twelve student licked Brent Brewster's impressive pole and flicked his foreskin ring with his tongue. Brent was similarly toying with his boyfriend's foreskin ring with his tongue, and Billy was deep throating Wally Bingham. The grade twelve queen had sucked plenty of dick ever since that Valentines Day when everyone went crazy and he'd sucked off his junior high gym teacher, and he now applied his oral skills to Brett Brewster's seven-and-a-quarter inch bone while Brett applied his own skills to his boyfriend's tawny coloured cock as he'd done hundreds of times in the past. The sexy dark-eyed Thai student squirmed with pleasure as he bobbed his head up and down, slipping his thick, sensuous lips up and down the shaft of fifteen-year-old Vito Pocatello, and the dark-haired soccer player just as hungrily bobbed his head up and down the shaft of Eric Maartens. The blond-haired blue-eyed Dutch-American resolved that he would find some way to repay the Brewsters for making this night possible as he sucked on fourteen-year-old Benny Brewster's throbbing cock. Benny, enjoying being blown by the handsome young son of the mayor whom he'd sometimes fantasized about during his solitary jerk sessions, deep-throated his best buddy while Justin twirled his tongue around Harry Matsu's oriental member. Harry sucked on the swollen knob of Beau Duke's impressive six-and-a-half inch cock, the big-boned fourteen- year-old farm boy having a cock to match the size of his large hands. Beau, a month away from his fifteenth birthday, owed the Brewsters for introducing him to cock fun, having had his first climax on Gay Pride Day thanks to a bet Benny had made over a soccer game. At the moment he was repaying Bobby as he sucked on the twelve-year-old's throbbing cocklet. The cock-hungry preteen, only eleven days away from his thirteenth birthday, eagerly attacked the long slender cock of his speech tutor, delighting in the scent of his hairy, sweating balls as much as he delighted in the senior student's American Crew aftershave. Sucking on the throbbing cock of his classmate and Crestview Heights star football player, Matt Collins, Zac completed the circle. Sixteen hot, horny boys, from almost thirteen to almost eighteen years of age, sucked cock and had their cocks being sucked. Sixteen hot, horny boys inhaled and exhaled deeply through their noses as they felt the familiar pressure and pleasure welling up in their loins, the desire becoming stronger and stronger and the need to shoot becoming more and more desperate. They grunted and panted and snorted as they sucked on the throbbing cocks in their mouths and squirmed with the pleasure of having a hot, moist mouth engulfing their own cocks and sucking on them. With sixteen hot, horny boys all approaching their climaxes, it would be impossible to say who came first, and likely several in the circle came at the same time. With muffled mumbles of warning that they were coming, one after another gasped and grunted and trembled as he felt his cum gushing up the core of his cock and spurting out of the tip, only to be warned seconds later that the cock they had in their own mouth was about to gusher. Those more experienced and who delighted in drinking cum eased their mouths up the throbbing flesh fountains and allowed their mouths to be filled with the creamy boy juices, or eased their mouths down the shafts so the hot streams shot directly down their throats. Those who delighted in bringing another boy off or who simply delighted in that unique pleasure of orgasm only a boy can know slipped their mouths off at the last moment and brought their partner off with a final one or two strokes, resulting in streamers of cum spurting in their faces or across their chests or being aimed at the carpet or the bedsheets or the arm of the sofa chairs. Sixteen hot and horny boys trembled and gasped with their orgasms, fifteen of them wet and one dry. Sixteen hot and horny boys felt the room spin as they stared light-headedly and weak-loined at the cock they had just sucked off and felt their own swollen member throb now numbly between their legs. The room was filled with the locker room aroma of hot, sweating boys, and with the nutty odour of freshly shot cum. Sticky faced and with the taste of cock in their mouths, they sprawled out where they lay and enjoyed the flush that follows a violent orgasm as one by one their masts softened and began to droop. They licked their lips and thought about the pleasure they'd just experienced, and the pleasure they'd just brought another of their own sex. Gay boys and straight boys seeking satisfaction of that basic need all boys have, the pleasure was the same. Sixteen hot and horny boys, healthy and red-blooded, soon found that desire once again welling up deep inside their loins. They were young and filled with energy and with lust. One by one they turned to the boy who had sucked them and began to fondle and jiggle the boy's cock. One by one they bowed their heads and inhaled the fragrance of a cock having spent once, and one by one they extended their tongues and ran them over the soft, limp tubes and the wrinkled sacks below them. One by one they reversed the direction of the circle and began to blow the boy who had blown him. Seventeen-year-old Zac now sucked on the tiny four-and-a-half inch dicklet of twelve- year-old Bobby Brewster, recalling the delight the boy took in riding his own seven-inch long member. Bobby eagerly slipped his lips over Beau Duke's still limp but growing cock, and Beau slipped his thick lips over Harry Matsu's growing organ. The seventeen-year-old grade twelve student did not hesitate to suck on the low-hung balls of fourteen-year-old Justin who had only minutes earlier sucked him off, and Justin just as eagerly sucked on the balls of his best buddy. Benny squirmed with pleasure as he felt Justin's mouth envelop his nut sack, and he held up Eric Maarten's delightful fleshy tube and twirled his tongue around the knob as if licking a soft ice cream cone. The fifteen-year-old in turn began to suck on his classmate's now solid member, and Vito just as happily slipped his lips over Cam Souyong's tawny member. Cam ran the tip of his tongue up and down the shaft of his boyfriend and teased the knob by running the tip of his tongue up along the groove along the underside of the knob. He knew from many hours of loving how to please his beloved, and he took delight in bringing him pleasure. Brett inhaled and exhaled deeply as he felt his lover teasing his cock with his tongue, and he closed his eyes in delight, not just delight because of the physical stimulation of his cock, but delight in being so deeply in love with the boy pleasing him. As he slipped his lips over the knob of the now stiff cock of the boy who had sucked him off, he felt no guilt about pleasing another boy while being sucked off by his lover. What he and Cam had was love. What he and Wally were doing was sex. Just because two boys loved each other, it did not mean they could not please others and be pleased by others sexually. Perhaps in time that would change, but for now they were young, and each had allowed the other the freedom of enjoying and exploring his sexuality. And so it was that Billy similarly felt no qualms about being blown by Wally as he himself pleased his boyfriend. Like Brett and Cam, he and Brent had a special relationship, one that was also based on a deep love but also different with that love being in the context of their common pagan faith. Brent and Brett were twins and had many similar interests and even thoughts, but they were individuals, and just as they had different pursuits, so was the love they shared with their boyfriends different. And so as he was sucked off by his boyfriend, Brent just as eagerly and with just as much pleasure, though a different type, slipped his lips up and down the shaft of Neil Jasperson. Recalling the sex they'd had together on Veteran's Day, Neil concentrated on the pleasure Brent was providing him, knowing that it was pure, unadulterated sex, and not love that had united the two of them, and that was all right. It was the same lust that was responsible for him sucking on the hot, throbbing black cock of the freshman student who had not that long ago been sucking his cock, and it was lust that was causing Solomon to slip his thick, black lips about Matt Collin's throbbing bone. It was the same lust the football player was feeling as he worked his lips up and down the thick shaft of his classmate. As for Zac Williams, it was with lust also but with care and concern besides that he engulfed the cocklet of the twelve-year-old boy laying beside him. There was five years between the two of them, and he was a senior in his graduating year and Bobby a sophomore in Junior High, but there was a bond of companionship between the two that few knew anymore. Once again sixteen boys felt the familiar but still awesome built up of pressure deep in their loins, and once again they squirmed and gasped with the pleasure of getting sucked off and of sucking another boy off. Once again the desire for and the pleasure of ejaculation united the sixteen boys, the sucker and the suckee, and once again sixteen cocks throbbed and jerked with that final pleasure of climax. Once again fifteen boys shot their cum and the sixteenth cried out in a high soprano with his dry climax, and once again the room was filled with the scent of sex. The night was late but the boys were young, and as they lay there in that blissful stupor of post climax, they inhaled and exhaled deeply, enjoying the delight of being boys, and the delight of having pure, simple sex for the sake of the pleasure it brought. They reached out and caressed each other and fondled each other's most private organ, delighting in the openness and freedom of being boys. Fingers slipped along ass cracks and sought out and fiddled with nipple rings and foreskin rings. Lips met and cock-scented breaths blew gently in each other's faces. Fingers, noses and mouths found arm pits and assholes and hardening nipples. Boys twisted around and found new partners, and they licked their lips as they formed pairs and threesomes and foursomes, rearranging themselves as they sought pleasure for a third time. The night was late but they were young, and there was still a long time before morning. . . . Despite the fact most of them had gotten to bed only shortly before the sun had risen, the sixteen boys rose with the others Sunday morning and lined up to watch the Folklore Parade, a lengthy parade of over nine thousand participants featuring traditional costume clubs, each in their colourful and unique dress, folk music and folk dance groups, sports clubs in their uniforms, mountain marksmen, fan twirlers and brass marching bands which, everyone noticed with amusement, caused their chaperones to wince and hold their heads except for Mister Steinhauser who either had not joined in the festivities or was used to consuming the amber nectar that flowed everywhere they went. Of course there were more brewery teams, and thoroughbreds pulling beautifully decorated carriages carrying the many dignitaries. The Brewster boys along with many of the other American boys could not keep their peckers down as they admired one handsomely dressed Bavarian boy after another in the procession despite their sexfest the night before, and it had nothing to do with the subliminal messages which by then had worn off. That afternoon the Crestview Heights band performed along with other guest bands at the Wiesn while the tour club visited the Bavarian National Museum. That evening the chaperones were much more vigilant, not that the boys who'd partied the night before minded. Many of them had worked out their needs Saturday night, and those whose appetites had only been whetted, were content to pursue their bedtime activities in their own rooms. Billy, Cam, Justin and Zac were exceptions. The first three boys had arranged ahead of time to share a room along with William Truch because he was a close friend and they knew he wouldn't squeal when they made their overnight visits. After the previous night, William and Zac switched rooms so Zac could join them, which worked better for William since Zac's roommates had similar plans of visiting some of the girls on the trip, and one of those girls on the trip was William's present crush. They almost thought their plan to share beds that second night was going to be thwarted when Mister Steinhauser caught Billy and Cam in the hallway, but to their surprise he had no objection when they explained they wanted to swap with Benny and Bobby for the night so they could talk with Brent and Brett. And so the two pairs of lovers snuggled, each in a separate bed, each boy so lost in love with the other that the other pair was nonexistent. The pagan lovers, Brent and Billy, with their piercings and amulets, lay entwined in one bed, caressing and stroking each other as they pressed their naked bodies together and kissed each other tenderly and lovingly. Brent ran his fingers through Billy's spiky neo-modern mullet, forever delighting in his lover's daring and individuality, forever striving to emulate him out of his love for him. Billy kissed his long-haired, blond beloved, delighting in the softness of his lips and the sweetness of his breath, slipping his lips over his smooth, satiny cheeks, kissing his nose and his eyelids. He would shave himself bald, he would toss away his leathers and avant guard clothes for a suit and tie should his beloved only ask. The young pagan figure skater would do anything to please the boy that brought him more pleasure than anyone else in this world ever had. In the bed beside the two lovers another two kissed and caressed, their arms and legs entwining about each other, the one a lithe, tanned, blue-eyed youth with long blond hair extending down past his shoulders, the other a tawny-skinned Thai boy with pure black hair and almond eyes. Brett's slender fingers contrasted with the skin of his beloved as he caressed the boy's breasts and ran them over the boy's teats, caressing them carefully and gently until they were hard with arousal. He pressed his body against his beloved and reached down to raise both of their cocks so they were pinned between their bodies, his partially swollen pink member laying side by side with Cam's amber rod. He delighted in the feel of his beloved's cock pressing against his, and of his cock pressing against his beloved's flat stomach. Cam caressed his lover's buttocks, running his long, slender fingers over the firm, warm butt, his fingers contrasting with the boy's pale skin. He brushed his lover's long, blond hair from his eyes and cocked his head and kissed him, delighting in the softness of his lips and the freshness of his breath. He inhaled Brett's breath, filling his lungs with his lover's life, and he ached with a love that was the subject of poets. In a room down the hall another two pairs of boys lay naked in adjoining beds. Benny and Justin, fourteen and full of life, lay on their sides facing each other, each boy with his fingers wrapped about the stiff cock of the other. Best buddies, they slowly stroked each other's member, delighting in the pleasure of having a hot, hard, throbbing cock, and the pleasure of holding one. They loved one another, as buddies love, not as lovers. They delighted in sex for the sake of sex, and they approached each experience as if newly discovered. At their young age each act of sex was a discovery. Two hot, horny teenage boys, embarking on their first year of high school, they delighted in being boys and in the pleasure of boy sex. Beside them, two very different boys united in a very different bond of loving, and yet held in common with the other pair their delight of being male and their desire to please the other as much as the other was providing pleasure. Bobby tenderly stroked the rapidly swelling member of his high school tutor, always fascinated by the transformation of that organ from a limp piss tube to a solid, throbbing wand of lust and desire. Bobby loved the feel of cock, soft and silky and rigid and powerful. The twelve-year-old loved the smell of cock, the smell of being a boy, the smell of sex. He loved the taste of cock, and the appearance of cock. If a cock had been capable of making a noise, he would have loved the sound of cock. Bobby loved cock, and the bigger the cock the more he loved it. Zac gently squeezed the hard, slender cocklet of the twelve-year-old boy, and he smiled as the boy squirmed with the pleasure of having his cocklet handled. He had long ago overcome his feelings of guilt and sense of perverseness engaging in sex with a preteen boy. Five years younger than he was, the tousle-haired cherub had taught him the joy of sex that knew no boundaries, boundaries of age and of gender and morality that others established and which restricted the pursuit of pleasure and the expression of loving and care. The boy had taught him that sex for the sake of sex alone can be powerful and enjoyable and acceptable. Delighting in the pleasures of the cock was universal and should know no limitations of age or of age differences. It was perverse to limit that pleasure to couples of opposite genders, or to a single act because someone somewhere decided that act and only that act would be an acceptable expression of sexual satisfaction. Laying on his back and rasing and spreading his legs, Justin smiled up at his best buddy as Benny knelt before the portal being offered. The two buddies had done this hundreds of times, but each time they assumed the position it was the first time all over again. The anticipation, the desire, the excitement and the anxiety, it all returned just as powerful and as delicious as that first time. Time had made the act of union smoother, each boy from experience now knowing how to read the actions of the other and whether they had to snuggle down lower or shuffle closer, but the emotional rush would never lessen, and could never be higher. The delight of feeling hot, moist flesh enveloping your stiff, aching cock, the delight of feeling a hard, thick dick penetrating your anal depths, and especially the delight of uniting in this perverse and ultimate expression of friendship could never be dulled by repetition. As Benny began to slowly ease his cock in and out of Justin's ass, his kid brother was slowly riding cock in the next bed. Of all the acts he'd engaged in, twelve-year-old Bobby delighted most in sitting on a long, thick cock and riding it. Feeling it penetrating his body as he sat down, and feeling it easing out of his hole as he flexed his leg muscles and raised his body, he delighted in the control he had over the act as much as he delighted in the physical stimulation of his sphincter. Just like many boys delighted in sucking cock, Bobby enjoyed engaging in an act he described as "sucking cock with my ass." He sighed with pleasure as he slid down on Zac's stiff pole, and inhaled with delight as he constricted his sphincter muscle and eased his body back up the thick shaft until he felt Zac's knob begin to stretch open his asshole. Zac inhaled and exhaled slowly as he concentrated on the pleasure of having his thick, seven-inch prong being ridden. Bobby rose up and down on his cock slowly, making the pleasure last, and Zac tried as best he could to hold back. Brett and Cam had lain down in opposite directions and each was teasing the other's cock with his tongue. Each quivered with delight as he felt his lover's tongue run up his shaft and twirl around his knob, and each savoured and swallowed his dick-flavoured saliva as he ran his tongue over the blood-engorged knob of his lover. They continued to tease each other's cock until they each began to leak pre-cum, and they flicked up the clear nectar and savoured it. In the bed beside them Brent had assumed the position Justin had and Billy the position Benny had taken. The blond sixteen-year-old pushed out with his abdominal muscles as he felt his lover push forward, and he quivered as he felt his lover's cock enter his body. There was no greater pleasure for the slender, long-haired blond than being penetrated by another boy, and that pleasure was all the greater when that boy was his lover. He worked his anal sphincter in time with Billy's forward thrusts and his withdrawals, and he delighted as he felt his lover's cockhead brush back and forth against his sphincter. Justin and Bobby were feeling the same pleasure, and they like Brent ached with the need to shoot off as that perverse caress of their prostates sent ripples of stimulation through their rectums and up their stiff, wagging cocks. Their partners knew the pleasure they were bringing, and each closed his eyes as that throbbing, painful pleasure encircling their dickheads caused them to ache and groan with desire. As each of the boys felt himself approaching his climax, he looked forward to that magic explosion with eagerness, but at the same time tried to will away the inevitable in the hopes of prolonging the pleasure. Brett and Cam worked their lips up and down each other's shaft, the pleasure of sucking cock equalling the pleasure of being sucked, and that pleasure doubled by the fact each was engaging in the act with the boy he loved more than he loved anyone else in the world. This was more than an act of lust and a process of satisfying the desire that had welled up between their legs. This was an act of love, the expression of their deep commitment to each other, of their desire to bring the other that unique and most precious pleasure of all. As that pressure built up in their loins they knew they were causing the same build-up in the other, and as each felt his balls tighten and begin to rise, he knew the same was happing to the other. Closer and closer they came to that ultimate point, and the closer they came the faster they worked their lips and the harder they sucked. Inhaling sharply and holding his breath, each boy scrunched up his face and tensed with the sweet death. Zac, Benny and Billy groaned as their cum rose up the core of their cocks and spurted out into the assholes gripping tightly on their cocks. Spurt after spurt shot up the rectum of the boy whose ass they'd plugged. The three boys, Bobby, Justin and Brent, groaned as they felt the cocks up their assholes throbbing and their rectums being filled with hot boy juice, and the three trembled as they reached their own climaxes, Justin and Brent spraying their naked chests with their boy juice and Bobby trembling with his just as powerful but dry orgasm. Brett and Cam similarly trembled with pleasure as each boy shot his cum into his lover's mouth, and as each savoured and swallowed the creamy load of his lover. Life could not be any better. Monday the band and the travel club toured the huge, rambling Nymphenburg Castle, the former summer residence of the rulers of Bavaria. The Chinese Varnished Chamber in the south wing was particularly interesting to Jan, as the kitchen of the Amalienburg, an attached hunting lodge, with its brightly coloured Dutch tiles was to Eric Maartens. The rear wall of the kitchen with a toilet chair concealed behind its folding doors brought a number of snickers, and the famous "Gallery of Beauties" of Ludwig l generated a number of snickers and whispered comments regarding the thirty-six portraits of beautiful women. The bedroom in the Electress apartment left the twins and their boyfriends wondering what it would be like to make love on a bed with silver embroidered green silk sheets and a Baroque panelled ceiling with Renaissance paintings from the sixteen hundreds. Bobby's musing on what a guy did when he was all dressed up in his armour and had to take a leak and Benny's musing on how much fun it would be to be a dungeon master and perform a bit of s and m on his favourite prisoners amused their friends and shocked Jan who had teamed up with the boys on the tour. The boys were all fascinated by the ceremonial carriages and saddlery, especial Beau Duke considering his farming background. Their lunch, freshly baked bread, several thick slabs of cheese, a chunk of garlic sausage and a giant-sized gingerbread cookie along with an apple and juice box packed by the hotel, was eaten in the landscaped park surrounding the castle. After lunch they toured the Alte Pinakothek, a well-known Munich art museum with paintings by many of the old masters. Again the Brewster boys' comments on the nude paintings by the Renaissance masters and the many naked statues amused their close friends, and even though he was clearly still shocked that they would be so daring, the boys noticed the occasional smile cross Jan's lips. The boys also noticed that Mister Steinhauser and the De Cazale family had not joined them for the day, causing the curious and imaginative Brewsters to come up with several theories. That night they once again made the bed switch to resume their previous night activities. Tuesday was the first Family day at the grounds, which meant reduced prices and ticket fares for the rides. Of course they took advantage of the cost savings and spent the entire day on the grounds, there being so many craft and exhibit booths and so many rides that they had not even begun to experience everything. Of course it meant more crowds and longer lines, but the Brewsters found the time went by quickly spending it with their boyfriends and best pals, not to mention checking out all the hot looking German boys. Of course the beer flowed freely and there was plenty of soda pop, and Bobby and many of the other boys had plenty of opportunity to hang around the washrooms and check out the assortment of dicks of all sizes, colours and ages. As for their chaperones, with fourteen beer tents, they found plenty to occupy their time until the rides and tents shut down at eleven that night. One thing the boys did notice was that they had seemed to run into Mister Steinhauser an awful lot that day. Exhausted by the day's activities despite the high calorie intake from the rich German deserts and chocolate treats they'd been snacking on all day, the Crestview Heights group gave their night time adventures a pass and slept well that night. The next day their tour guides took the group on a tour of the surrounding country side, stopping of course at the obligatory shopping sites. The boys particularly enjoyed the short ride on the Black Forest railroad, and found the Black forest mushroom exhibit and learning show as interesting as it was unusual. Of course Bobby could not resist commenting on just who assorted mushrooms reminded him of, causing his brothers and their friends to crack up. Equally fascinating were the waterfalls near Triberg, the highest waterfalls in Germany cascading down a hundred-and-sixty-three metres over seven steps of slopes, the hand-carved cuckoo clocks of Triberg, and the world's largest cuckoo clock in Schonach. The glassblowing demonstration at Wolfach resulted in a number of snickers and comments about blow jobs among the boys, and silent musings by some what it might be like to be blown by one of the young craftsmen, and following the demonstration many of the students and chaperones purchased mementos for friends and family back home. Late that afternoon after visiting the medieval castle ruin, they were left to wander the many trails in the forest surrounding the Black Forest castle hotel in Hornberg. As the students disappeared into the forest or around bends in the meandering creek, many, including the twins, reached out to take a lover's hand or to put an arm around a beloved as they strolled along the paths and simply enjoyed the fresh air and the beauty of the forest. Bobby found himself in the company of Beau Duke and Eric Maartens and the three discussed the sites they'd seen, the beauty and solitude of living in the country, Beau's life on the farm, and the wild orgy they'd engaged in on Monday. Walking along the paths aimlessly, they found it easy to talk to each other. The wholesome honesty and down-to-earth attitude of the large boned country boy, the cheerful, outgoing personality of the mayor's second oldest son, who was the direct opposite of his arrogant and snooty older brother, and the wide-eyed enthusiasm and brashness of the fourth oldest Brewster made for compatible companions. As they began to head back to the appointed rendezvous point, they heard voices coming from behind a dense growth of old oak to their right, not just talking but some sort of low chant. Curious, they slipped through the underbrush to check it out. There in a small clearing stood the De Cazale family, standing in a circle before something laying on the ground. They were chanting what sounded like a solemn hymn, and even more important to the three boys, the four of them were stark naked, mother and father and both sons. The three observers could not help notice that the two boys and their father were especially well hung. Mister De Cazale raised a bottle of drinking water and said something in a low voice, reminding Bobby of the Catholic mass where Father O'Rilley blessed the Eucharist, not that he ever paid that much attention, his focus being on the choir boy in front of him and the boy behind him as he wiggled his buttocks against the one and his crotch against the buttocks of the other. Unable to make out much of what was being said, other than the occasional reference to the Earth Mother, and to the Lord, and to invoking someone or something, the three boys carefully and silently crawled closer through the thick undergrowth, their hearts beating madly with excitement and fear. It was clear the family was performing some sort of ritual. As he sprinkled the water from the bottle over the object on the ground, they heard Mister De Cazale say, "we walk the Elder ways. Ancestors, accept our sacrifice. A shinseara, glac an h-iobairt seo muid." With the word "sacrifice" the three boys stared intently at the object on the ground. They could still not make out what it was, but it was clearly large, at least the size of a large dog or a small child, and the more they thought about it, the more it looked like a bleeding, mangled carcass of either one. They were so entranced they did not hear what else was being said as the family picked up leaves from the forest floor and began to cover the object. They glanced at each other as the De Cazales began another low, monotone chant and began to walk in a counterclockwise circle about the object. They heard something about pulling back their roots and branches and becoming human again, causing the boys' hearts to race even faster. What did Mister De Cazale mean about becoming human again? And what was that object on the ground? Was it a sacrifice? If it was, was it an animal, or was it a child? Were the De Cazales some sort of Satanists? From their secretive behaviour, dark dress, and everything else about them, that made sense. Maybe they weren't even human. As Bobby concentrated on one of the twins, the one who talked strange and was deaf, he saw what appeared to be a trickle of blood from his mouth, and his lips seemed very red, too red to be natural. A shiver ran down the twelve-year-old's back. Vampires? "And now we end what we began," said Mister De Cazale, interrupting the thoughts of the three boys. "Let the fire be flame, let the well be water; let all be as it was before. Anois biodh na nGeatai idir na saolta a druidte!" As the family began to dress, the three boys wiggled back out of the undergrowth, and headed back to the parking lot as fast as their legs would carry them. Arriving back at the parking lot, they sought out Bobby's brothers, but they were nowhere to be found, and when they finally did return, everyone was ushered back onto the bus to go to the Black Forest Castle Hotel, leaving them no opportunity to discuss what they had seen with anyone. Arriving at the castle hotel, an impressive, towering medieval castle originally built in 1120 on a high rock above the town of Hornberg and converted over a hundred years ago from a manorial castle into a holiday hotel, the students were assigned rooms and after dropping off their overnight bags, they regrouped in the large hotel lobby. Greeting them as foreign visitors from afar, a young man in his early twenties dressed in the tights and jerkin of the medieval days lead them to the lower level of the hotel and through a secret door to a rock grotto where they were to be treated to a medieval feast. After being greeted by the king and queen in their royal robes, they sat down before rough-hewn wooden tables where they were waited on by lusty wenches and serving boys in typical medieval costume. Serving the students soda and the chaperones beer, they began with coarse brown bread with garlic butter, followed by a radish salad with herbs, salt and garlic and a simple but flavourful barley soup served in large clay bowls. The main course was a choice of roasted pig or squab along with wedges of potato fried and sprinkled with chives and raw carrots, all of which they ate with their fingers as in medieval times, much to their amusement. The meal ended with tarts made of apple and pear. There followed an evening of entertainment with jugglers, minstrels, and a story teller that told of the history of the castle and the area. Throughout it all, they were served drinks, pop for the students and beer for their chaperones, and pretzels to munch on. The serving girls flirted with the boys and the serving boys chatted up the girls, as was their role, with the Brewster boys and their close friends chatting up and checking out the serving boys. Retiring to their rooms, which had been renovated only nine years ago, the modern bedrooms with colour satellite TVs, telephones, padded sofa chairs, and modern baths and toilets brought them all back to the present and to reality. The reality for the Brewster twins, who were of course assigned one of the bedrooms together with their brothers, was that they had made arrangements to meet up with one of the German serving boys who had noticed their attention and had returned it, a handsome, blue-eyed sixteen-year-old with thick, curly auburn hair whose parents worked at the hotel and who had agreed to come to their room. Cam and Billy had meanwhile befriended another of the serving boys, a tall, blond seventeen-year-old, and had slipped off into the forest below the castle with him. Benny and Bobby, having vacated their bedroom for their older brothers' tryst, had slipped outside to enjoy the early fall evening and to seek out some privacy where Bobby could discuss what he'd seen in the forest that afternoon. Bumping into the thirteen-year-old son of the hotel manager, who had also slipped outside for some privacy, in his case to enjoy a secret cigarette, Benny and Bobby were soon heading down to the basement and one of the many storage rooms with their new companion for a bit of fun. Hans Schroeder had excellent gaydar, the handsome sixteen-year-old serving boy having been hit on by other boys and by men ever since he'd turned fourteen and had discovered the joy of sex with others of his gender. Working evenings as a serving boy and dressed in the traditional medieval costume of a serving boy resulted in more opportunities than most teenagers would have, and ensuring that his jerkin rode up his hips to reveal his smooth bubble butt and the outline of his generous boyhood in his tan tights provided the incentive for interested diners to inquire about an after dinner treat other than a dinner mint. Being the after dinner treat for two gorgeous, long-haired blond sixteen-year-olds was a special bonus. Oversexed and hormone-driven, the teenager had sprung an instant boner as the two blond American boys embraced him and kissed his cheeks the moment he had stepped into the room, and as one nibbled on his ear as the other pressed his lips against his in a hot, passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue into the mouth of the boy kissing him, and was delighted as the boy sucked in his tongue, drawing it into his mouth as he ran his hands up under his jerkin and caressed his back. United in that deep kiss, the hot German boy pressed his body against the boy kissing him while the boy's brother kissed the nape of his neck and slipped his hands inside his tights and caressed his backside. He could feel the hard organ of the boy he was kissing pressing against his belly, and the hard organ of the boy behind him pressing against his asscheek. He could not wait to find out if the two cocks were as identical as the two boys caressing him. Seventeen-year-old Peter Rieder raised his arms as Cam and Billy pulled off his leather jerkin and his buttonless servant's shirt. Like Hans, his gaydar had picked up the vibes of the two American boys, and being a normal, horny gay teenager, he could hardly not seize the opportunity for a night of torrid sex with the two handsome American boys. As Cam and Billy ran their hands over his broad, tanned chest and twirled the hairs forming a blond forest over his pecs, he pulled the shirts out of their pants and ran a hand up under each to caress each of the boy's smooth back. He inhaled deeply as the two boys lowered their heads and each took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. His teats quickly grew hard and their stimulation caused his cock to thicken in his tights. Cam and Billy quickly unbuttoned and chucked their shirts, and the fully aroused German boy didn't know which of the two handsome teenagers to embrace first, the smooth, tawny- skinned Cam or the dark-haired Billy with his sexy, piercing eyes and nipple rings. The sight of the two boys caused the German youth's cock to throb with desire as he glanced at one and then the other. The two boys solved his problem by approaching him, and as Billy embraced him and kissed him, Peter slipped his hands down and quickly unbuckled Billy's belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Cam at the same time had embraced him from behind, and after giving his swollen cock a squeeze, had slipped his hands under the top of his tights and began to push them down. Thirteen-year-old Franz Schweitzer along with his two new American friends had chucked his clothes and was laying on his back in the linen storage room, his butt raised in the air and his legs above his head with his feet hooked on the linen shelf behind him. Benny had pulled apart the German boy's cheeks and was rimming him while Bobby had straddled him and was nibbling on his balls and on his still limp but swelling German sausage. With the twelve-year-old practically sitting on his face, Franz reached up and pulled the youngster's cheeks apart and tentatively ran his tongue up along his asscrack. That was a new experience for the curious young teen who had only begun to explore the mysterious world of sex, but from the pleasure of having his asscrack licked he could not resist giving it a try. Franz's experience to that point in his life had been limited to some mutual jerking with a couple of his closest and similarly curious friends. He had wondered about other things, with guys and with girls, but he hadn't had any opportunities to do anything other than a bit of kissing and boob groping with the latter, and to do more than read and share a few gay porn stories he'd found on the net with the former. So, when the two American boys he'd bumped into asked if he'd ever messed around with guys and indicated that they were willing to share what they knew with him, he had eagerly accepted their offer. Having his asshole licked and licking another boy's butt had not been anything he'd ever wondered about, but experiencing them that night, they would be things he'd be thinking about in the future. The recently-turned thirteen-year-old quivered as he felt Benny's hot, moist tongue worming into his hole. As he similarly wiggled his tongue against the pucker of the cheeky twelve-year-old who had begun groping him the second they'd entered the laundry storage room, the boy eagerly licked and sucked on his still hairless balls. The thirteen-year-old boy sprung a wood in no time. Bobby and Benny were soon erect themselves, the fact that the saucy-eyed German boy had never engaged in sex with another guy doubling the intensity of their arousal. Laying down in the opposite direction to Hans, Brett and Brent began to suck and nibble on the now naked boy's balls and still limp but rapidly swelling cock. With the two similarly naked teenagers half laying on top of him, Hans grasped each of their cocks, one in each hand, and began to stroke the twin organs. The two American boys quickly stiffened, and Hans admired their size as he checked out first one and then the other. By this time Brett was sucking on one of his balls and Brent was licking the other while his cock, now fully erect, twitched with excitement and with the hopes it too would receive some attention. Holding the two erect cocks he now had in his hands, Hans drew them together until the heads were touching, and then raising his head, he ran his tongue over first one knob and then the other. Cam had stretched out on his back on the forest floor and Peter had straddled him in the opposite direction so that his cock jutted out in Cam's face while he nuzzled and sucked on the twitching cock of the Thai boy. That had left Peter's ass conveniently and invitingly raised in the air and Billy had immediately begun to finger his pucker as Cam took the boy's cock in his mouth. With one boy sucking his cock and the other slipping his finger up his asshole, Peter eagerly lowered his head and took the knob of the American boy's stiff cock in his mouth. He slowly slipped his lips down the shaft, breathing slowly and evenly until he was deep-throating the sixteen-year-old. With the boy's cock wedged down his throat, he pushed out with his abdominal muscles as he felt Billy's hard, hot cock pressing against his pucker. Bobby was also pushing out with his abdominal muscles as lay on his back in the laundry storage room with his legs spread and raised in the air and Franz kneeling between them as the thirteen-year-old German boy pressed the knob of his spit-slick cock against the younger boy's pucker. Bobby eagerly and easily accepted the boy's four-and-a-half-inch cock, having had his ass fucked plenty of times and by cocks double the size of the young virgin boy. He closed his eyes with pleasure as he felt the boy penetrate him, and his cock twitched with excitement as he thought about the fact that the boy had never had his cock up another boy's ass before. Benny knelt behind the boy and pressed the tip of his cock similarly slicked by spittle against the boy's pucker as he'd explained to the German boy that he would. Grasping his stiff dick by the base, he held it steady as Franz began to ease his hips back, drawing his cock out of the younger Brewster brother and at the same time impaling himself on the stiff cock of the boy's older brother. Benny expertly shuffled back as the boy slowly eased his hips back so that his cock was at a better angle. As the boy slowly withdrew his cock from Bobby's ass, he impaled himself on Benny's stiff prick. The boy shuddered with delight as he felt a hot, hard cock penetrate his rectum for the first time. Withdrawing his cock until the knob was about to pop out of Bobby's hole, he announced to the two Brewsters that he'd withdrawn as far as he could. Benny grasped his hips and slowly shuffled closer, driving his cock forward the extra inch so that he was embedded up Franz's rectum as far as he could be. Easing his hips forward ever so slowly, Franz once again drove his cock up Bobby's ass and now eased his butt up the shaft of Bobby's older brother. And so the thirteen-year-old virgin lost his virginity doubly, driving his cock up Bobby's asshole and easing his own up Benny's stiff member, and then easing his cock out of Bobby's ass and driving his own ass back down on Benny's erection. Meanwhile in one of the rooms on the third level of the hotel, three sixteen-year-olds who had lost their virginity years ago were approaching their orgasms. They squirmed and twisted there on the hotel bed as they felt the tension developing in their loins and as they opened and closed their prickholes in a desperate attempt to shoot. Their young teenage nuts had swollen and drawn up under their hot, throbbing cocks. Closer and closer they came to that climax and until at last with a whimpered warning, the three boys blasted out their loads. Hans's cock twitched and jerked as he came, sending streams of cum in all directions. Long, thick streamers of his creamy cum laced the cheeks of Brent and Brett and shot through the air and fell back down to lace his stomach, his thighs, and even his chest. As the two American boys lapped up his creamy, thick load they also came, spraying Hans's face with their cum. He eagerly tried to catch the creamy shots from the two cocks in his mouth, the two teenagers shooting streamer after streamer despite the number of times they had already come that week. Cum filled Hans's mouth and laced his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead. Globules of cum clung to his hair and his nose, and oozed down around his chin. He eagerly caught what he could in his mouth and savoured the unique, tart cream of the blond twins. Cam was similarly trembling with pleasure as he shot his load into Peter's mouth, and Peter was trembling with delight as he shot his cum into Cam's. Each boy sucked eagerly on the fountaining cock in his mouth as he shot his own load, delighting in the burning sensation of his orgasm and delighting in the taste of the other's teen cum. Knowing the two boys had come, Billy grasped Peter's hips as he rammed his cock up his ass and shot his seed deep up the seventeen-year-old boy's rectum. The waning September moon shined down through the dense forest on the three naked boys as they grunted and gasped like rutting animals in the warm night. Meanwhile in the laundry storage room a young thirteen-year-old German boy was receiving his first shot of cum up his ass while shooting his own load for the first time up the rectum of another boy. Franz grunted openly and unashamedly with delight as his hot, burning wiener buried deep up Bobby's ass spurted out his thin, copious load and as he felt Benny's cock throbbing hotly inside him and squirting Benny's cum deep up his rectum. Bobby trembled with delight at having been the first boy to be fucked by the now no longer virgin, and with the delight of his own orgasm. His older brother similarly grunted and grasped the German boy with delight as he filled the now no longer virgin ass. The three boys inhaled and exhaled deeply, delighting in the pleasure of their orgasms and the pleasure of being boys. Thursday the group returned to Munich where they stopped at the English Gardens, a three-and-a-half mile long park along the west bank of the Isar that had been established by the American Count Rumford, one of the reasons for stopping there, besides the fact that it was free. A third reason was that the chaperones wanted to visit the Chinese pagoda, the site of Munich's largest beer garden. What they did not know was that the English Gardens, like many public parks in Europe, allowed nude sunbathing, and this park in particular, had a reputation for just that dating back to the nineteen-seventies. It being September 26, a warm, beautiful day with fall fast approaching, a number of the Munich citizens were taking advantage of one of the last opportunities to enjoy the outdoors in the buff. So, telling their students to behave and to meet them in an hour, their chaperones headed off for the pagoda and the students headed off for a relaxing stroll along the many paths criss- crossing the central city park. Although the ratio of nudists to other park users and tourists was close to one in a hundred, the American students in pairs and in small groups gradually discovered one of the big differences between American and European parks and customs. When their chaperones finally made the discovery, they quickly began to gather up their charges, but by then the students had spread out through the park and the adults finally decided to give up on their efforts and chalk the experience up to a lesson on foreign customs and hope word would not get back to the students' parents or the school officials. One thing they did not expect was to find the four Brewster brothers, Billy, Cam and Justin romping across the lawns and in out between the flower beds stark naked. They were, of course, ready to reprimand the boys, but when Benny observed upon the seven of them being discovered, that when in Munich, they should do as the Munichians do, it hardly seemed fair to punish the boys for doing something that was legal and acceptable by German standards. They had, after all, brought the students over to learn about German culture. The boys were, however, given a strict warning to never do something like that again, and advised that it would probably be best if they did not mention what they'd done to their parents when they arrived back home. As the boys began to dress, they discovered there was one price they had to pay for their romp. Someone had walked off with their underwear. They next visited the Residenz Palace, a medieval bishop seat which later became the centre of power for the Bavarian dukes and kings, and still later a conference centre, concert hall, and art museum most noted for its architecture. Also located in the Palace was the Treasury featuring gold work from the Middle Ages to the classical period, ivory, jewellery, rare crosses, and the Bavarian crown jewels. While there, the boys figured Mister Steinhauser had spent an exorbitant amount of time admiring a couple specific art pieces and the family jewels of the former Bavarian emperors. Returning once again to the Wiesn grounds, the band and Bobby dressed up in his cheetah costume took their turn performing for the milling crowds who had begun their day at the traditional Oktoberfest mass at the Hippodrom beer tent. When they were not performing or taking in the rides, the boys participated in their other favourite pastime, checking the guys out at the urinals relieving themselves of the litres of beer they'd drank. Friday the band and tour group split up into smaller groups to go shopping and to do some final touring, each group of course under the watchful eye of a chaperone or two. The Brewsters decided they would go with Karl Steinhauser, figuring if he was going to make any type of move it was going to have to be that day or Saturday. He had offered to take anyone who was interested to the BMW museum, which was no surprise considering his line of business, and to the Kinder-und Jugendmuseum, the interactive Child and Youth Museum, which was a surprise. Needless to say only the Brewsters took him up on the offer, and they sensed that he was not particularly thrilled that anyone had chosen to go with him. They were not especially interested in either museum, though the alternative propulsion exhibit did intrigue Bobby and Brett, and of course the twins did find the section on the futuristic study of automobiles in the BMW museum of interest. Being keen on mathematics, Bobby and Brett found the current exhibit on "Mathematics for Touching", an interactive exhibit with over forty mathematical experiments worth having made the trip to the Child and Youth Museum. Cam, Billy and Justin, on the other hand, having heard Bobby, Beau and Eric's tale, decided to follow the De Cazales. That they were going to Zuschen to see what was known as the Giant's Stone, supposedly a stone thrown by the devil at the pious workers building a church nearby and stained by his bloody tears when he missed, and then on to Neumark to see the "Seven Stones of Morin", seven stones supposedly having been seven young men who'd been punished for doing something wicked, added credence to the story Bobby, Beau and Eric had related. That night they reported they had not seen anything out of the usual other than the De Cazales seemed very awed and almost worshipful at the sites. They also reported that the supposed sin of the seven young men was to have moistened their bread and cheese there in the field in an indecent manner, which caused a lot of tittering amongst the boys and conjectures just what that indecent manner, which never was disclosed, might have been. As for the Brewsters, they reported having had a surprisingly interesting afternoon, but also that Mister Steinhauser had done nothing out of the usual, other than he'd had to have taken well over a hundred pictures. He had seemed to be distant and almost annoyed that he had to be supervising them, which was not unusual behaviour at all for him. He was very interested in the two museums though, which could explain why he'd paid next to no attention to them. Unable to stand the mystery any longer, the boys enlisted the help of Billy, Cam and Justin to keep the used car lot owner occupied after supper while they broke into his room and checked it out. Jimmying the door proved to be much more difficult than they had imagined, and took a lot more time than they'd bargained for. They knew their friends would not be able to delay their chaperone long so they made a hasty search of the room. They did not find any plans to rob the Residenz Palace of jewels or art pieces, nor any maps to hidden Third Reich treasures, but they did find a surprise, their underwear that had gone missing in the English Gardens, each sealed in its own plastic bag. It was at that exact moment, while they were standing there holding the bags as it were, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, that the door opened and Karl A. Steinhauser entered the room. "What is this?" he asked in surprise and immediate anger. "What are you doing in my room?" "More important, what are these doing in your room?" asked Brett, always the quickest to think on his feet. Holding up his grey ribbed Marky Mark boxers, he glared at the used car lot owner, and then quickly dropped them back down when he noticed the embarrassing cum stain on the front. "Yeah, what are you doing with our underwear?" asked Benny indignantly. "You do not know they are yours." "We can with a DNA check," observed Bobby, having watched enough television to hazard that it could be done. Having been in his three brothers' underwear plenty of times, he knew that there would be a good chance of finding at least one stray pubic hair in each of their underwear. His, he observed with a frown, they would not be able to identify. He was beginning to think he was some sort of freak and would never grow hair down there. The fifty-three-year-old used car salesman looked from one boy to the next, his initial look of annoyance and anger slowly turning to hesitation and then to despair and fear, and finally to acceptance. It all took less than a full sixty seconds. The boys had seen those looks and that progression plenty of times in the past so that they readily recognized the expressions. They had years of experience seeking retribution for past wrongs from the arrogant, the bigoted, and the proud. In this case, however, they were mystified as to the cause. The man sat down on the nearest chair as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. "It was wrong," he said quietly. "I knew it was a mistake the moment I did it, but I could not resist it." He bowed his head and held it in his hands. They boys watched in surprise. They slowly realized the man was sobbing. Over four pair of stolen underwear? "Hey, okay, so you took our underwear," said Brent, walking over and placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "It's not that big a deal." "Fu-, fu-, fucrying out loud yeah," agreed Bobby. "Mine was sort of dirty anyway. You can have them if you want." "You don't understand," the man said, reaching for his handkerchief as he looked up at the boys. "That you like boys' underwear?" asked Benny. "That's nothing strange. It's a common fetish, very common in fact. Lots of men collect and enjoy smelling other guys' used underwear, and especially boys'." The forlorn salesman looked up at the fourteen-year-old boy, not surprised by his sexual knowledge, but by the straight forward, matter-of-fact way he'd said it. "Hey, if it's sniffing underwear that you like, you can sniff mine any time," Bobby offered in an attempt to cheer the man up. The twelve-year-old was shaken up by having seen the grown man cry, something he'd never seen before. "You can sniff it right now if you want." "That would be a dangerous thing to do," Karl Steinhauser warned solemnly. "Yeah, knowing Bobby, sniffing his underwear could be dangerous." "Oh yeah, well, if you want something dangerous, let's talk about sniffing your socks." "My socks are clean." "Oh yeah? When we were at that mushroom place, I thought maybe you'd taken your shoes off." Brent's brothers giggled. "Boys." "Very funny." "Very stinky." "Oh yeah, well up ." "Boys!" Bobby and Brent turned to look at Mister Steinhauser, having momentarily forgotten his presence. "What I meant, was it would be dangerous for you to let me sniff your underwear." He looked down at the floor, and the boys waited. They'd had enough experience at confession themselves to know he had something he was struggling to say. "I knew I'd be found out sooner or later," he sighed. "The truth is, I don't have an underwear fetish. I'm a boy lover." The boys continued to stare at him. "I've been avoiding temptation for years," he said softly, "and I knew when this trip was being planned that I should not offer to help chaperone, but they were short of chaperones, and asked if I would on account of my donat ." "You're the anonymous donator?" He nodded his head. Brent and Bobby immediately embraced him, the two boys being the closest to him, and Brett and Benny quickly joined them. "We wouldn't have been able to come here if it hadn't been for you!" "Yeah, we'd never have raised enough money, and most of our parents could never afford it on their own!" "You're fuckin' awesome." "Yeah. Like totally." "You didn't hear what I said," interjected the salesman, trying unsuccessfully to disentangle himself. "I'm a boy lover." "And we're fuckin' glad you are!" responded Bobby. "I don't mean I just like boys, though that is all I've ever done," he added quickly. "I haven't done anything wrong, and I wouldn't, never. I like boys too much to do something with them that they would not want. But I have these feelings, these thoughts," he stumbled, coming close to tears again as he tried to explain himself. "Feelings?" asked Brent. "Thoughts?" asked Brett. "Something boys would not want?" Bobby inquired. "You mean like you want to do things with guys, sex stuff?" asked Benny. "Yes," came the reply, so quiet it was barely audible. "So what's that got to do with something boys would not want?" asked Bobby. "There's nothing fucking wrong with wanting to do sex stuff." "Bobby's right," agreed Brent "Not with the right boys." "Not with boys who like to mess around with men." "Boys like us." Karl Steinhauser looked at the boys in surprise, certain he had not heard them properly, afraid to dare hope that he had. "I know you have boyfriends," he said, addressing the twins, which explained why he had not stopped Cam and Billy from going to the twins room that night in the hotel. "Sure, but that don't stop us from enjoying sex with other guys, or with men." "We're teenagers." "Even Bobby in five more days." "Four-and-a-half," corrected Bobby "And we're healthy." "And horny." "All of us." "All of the time." "I ." Benny bent over and kissed the man, on his lips. Bobby crouched down beside his chair and placed his hot hand on the man's thigh. "Let's go lay down on the bed," suggested Brett, and the four boys helped the man, surprised, perplexed, and hopeful, to his feet and guided him to the bed. While Brent and Brett unbuttoned and removed his shirt, Bobby and Benny removed his shoes and socks and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and drew his pants down and off. Laying there in just his plaid Nordstrum boxer briefs, Karl watched as the four boys quickly stripped down to their underwear. The sight of the sixteen-year-old twins standing there with their long, blond hair cascading over their shoulders and down their backs and in their boxer briefs, Brent's white Calvin Kleins and Brett's navy blue Marky Marks, caused the man's cock to begin to swell. The boys had the slender muscular builds of basketball players, and the smooth skin and soft curves of youth that would have made them successful models had they so chosen to do that line of work. Benny, five-foot four and a hundred and twelve pounds and standing there in his copper tube necklace, copper chain bracelets and camouflage boxers, his dark brown hair gelled and shaved along the sides and tinted with copper, was a vision that surpassed Karl's wildest dreams. He drank in the beauty of the boy with his eyes and his head spun dizzily with the long draught. As he slowly inhaled, he turned his head to look at Bobby and the twelve-year-old, with his hazel eyes and stylish irregular cut and teased hair standing there in his tight white Stanfield briefs with double panel fly front, the support pouch bulging with boyhood, smiled back at him. If the man was not intoxicated by the sight of the four boys before that, he was now. The four brothers approached him and lay down on the bed on either side of him. The twins, laying in the opposite direction to himself, began to stroke the inside of his thighs and to run their hands up and down his legs. Bobby twirled his fingers in the thick hair covering the man's chest, and Benny snuggled up to him and sucked on his right nipple. His swelling cock responded immediately, stretching out like a balloon being filled with air. The twins began to lick the inside of his thighs, each one taking a leg, and Bobby took his other nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it like a baby on his mother's breast. Karl leaned his head forward and mouthed the swelling mound in Brett's underwear. He inhaled deeply and the fragrance of the boy's genital sweat caused the man to tremble and to eagerly slip his hands under the elastic band of the boy's boxer briefs and begin drawing them down. The sight of the boy's thick cock, six inches long and still soft and growing, and of his large, low-hung balls was a temptation the man could not resist. He immediately leaned forward, at first licking the boy's balls and then sucking one and then the other in his mouth. Slipping his hands under the elastic band of the man's Nordstrum boxer briefs, Benny slowly began to draw them down, and the man quickly raised his hips to make it easier for the boy. Taking the pillows from the bed and slipping them under their chaperone's hips to raise his ass, Benny snuggled up between his widespread legs and began to rim him as Bobby continued to suck his nipples and the twins began to lick the shaft of his almost erect prick, causing it to swing up into a full erection. As the two boys began to lick the rim of his knob, he pulled down Benny's underwear and then Bobby's and fondled the boys' cocks and balls. Not in his wildest fantasies had he ever considered doing what was happening to him. The long blond hair of the two sixteen-year-olds brushed against his thighs as the boys licked his cock like they were licking an ice cream cone in the heat of summer. They swirled their long, pink tongues around his knob, up and down his shaft and over the sensitive skin under his knob and his circumcised cock oozed out a droplet of pre-cum. Brett eagerly lapped it up, and as a second appeared, Brent flipped it into his mouth with his tongue. As they took turns lapping his pre-cum up, the sight of his clear, sticky nectar extending from the tip of his dick to the tip of their tongues caused still more to flow out of him. At the same time their fourteen-year-old brother was worming his tongue in his asshole, increasing his arousal even further. He was delighted to see the boy's cock jerk with arousal also as the boy rimmed his hole. He had fantasized meeting a boy who was turned on by rimming, and now he had found one. The boy's younger brother meanwhile began to lick his balls, now drawn up under his throbbing, aching dick, and the boy's dicklet, still clutched between his thumb and first two fingers, throbbed with lust. Even his wildest fantasies had not been this good. Needless to say Karl Steinhauser could not hold back for long, and with a quick warning, he inhaled deeply and groaned in ecstasy as he shot off. The four brothers immediately began to drink from his fountain, running their tongues up his shaft to lap up the initial streamers of cum that had shot out of his body, and now the flood of cum flowing from the opening of his cock. The sight of the four boys eagerly and hungrily licking up his cum caused another flood to erupt out of his cock as he had a second orgasm only seconds after the first had ended he was so turned on. Never had he ever even heard of anyone having such an experience, and he inhaled and exhaled deeply in ecstasy and in a dazed shock, his head spinning dizzily, his heart throbbing in his chest, and his cock burning pleasantly with his double ejaculation. "Fuck, I never seen a guy come so much, Mister Steinhauser," observed Bobby with obvious admiration. "Same here," said Benny as he snuggled up against the man. "You can come even more than Brett or Brent can come, and they can come a lot." "It was like totally wicked," observed Brett, licking his lips as he smiled down at the man. "For sure," agreed Brent. "I never seen a guy shoot off twice once after the other like that!" "You boys," observed the spent and flushed man, still gasping for breath, "you boys . . . you were . . . were magnificent." "Thanks," they chorused as they looked into his eyes and reached out and began to explore his body. Karl Steinhauser would never have believed that he'd be able to become erect again so soon after his double orgasm, but having four hot, horny, naked boys caressing and massaging his body, running their fingers through the hair on his chest and fiddling with his nipples until they were firm and aching with stimulation, cupping his warm and once again descended balls, and running a finger along his asscrack and caressing his asshole with the tip soon had his cock fully extended and aching to get off another load. Glancing at each other, the boys seemed to communicate for a second by telepathy, and without saying a word, they dragged their fifty-three- year-old partner across the bed so he was laying from right to left with his butt at the left edge and his feet on the floor. Bobby straddled the man facing him, and while Benny held the man's cock upright, the twelve-year-old boy slowly sat down on it. From the look of pleasure on Bobby's face, he was finding just as much delight having his rectum probed by the man's cock as the man was finding having his stiff cock being surrounded by hot, moist flesh. Slipping off the bed, Benny knelt on the floor between his outspread legs, and slowly raising his body, he lined his stiff cock up with the man's butthole. Continuing to lean forward, he slowly penetrated the man's rectum with his hot, slender cock, slowly sinking it in until his curly hairs were pressing against the man's balls. Brent and Brett sat on either side of him, their stiff cocks, now seven-and-a-quarter inches, jutting out from their bodies and above his face. Eagerly reaching up and grasping the two teenage cocks and drawing them together, the bedazzled man stuck out his tongue and began licking the twin organs. And so Bobby rode up and down the man's stiff, throbbing cock, delighting in having the hot organ penetrating his depths and then easing out to his sphincter. Benny took just as much delight working his cock in and out of the man's hot, moist asshole, and Brent and Brett shivered and sighed as the man licked the knobs of their hot, throbbing organs. Karl's chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled deeply in total disbelief, a young preteen boy riding his stiff, aching cock, a fourteen-year-old fucking his ass, and him licking the knobs of two gorgeous sixteen-year- old boys. The fifty-three-year-old boy lover swooned with ecstasy, and only the fact that he'd already come twice and only minutes earlier, prevented a premature ejaculation from ruining everything. When he finally did come, shooting his load up Bobby's ass while he felt his own ass being filled by Benny's young seed, the twins shot off also, filling his mouth with their creamy load which he hungrily swallowed until they stopped spurting. Slipping the cock of first one and then the other twin in his mouth, he sucked them dry in turn as Bobby constricted his sphincter and milked the man's cock dry with his butt and as Benny gave his ass a few final thrusts before withdrawing his dick. His throbbing asshole dripping with the teenage boy's cum, his own semen smeared over his still erect cock and oozing from Bobby's pucker, and the twin's creamy juice clinging to his teeth and dripping from his chin, he inhaled and exhaled deeply with sheer delight. "Well, looks like we were right," Benny observed. "All this time you were after the family jewels, but not the Bavarian family crown jewels. It was the Brewster family jewels." His brothers laughed, and Karl had to also. It felt great being able to laugh. "You guys all right?" asked Cam, looking from one to the other of the Brewster brothers as they dropped in to see him, Billy, Justin and Zac some time later. "Sure, fine," responded Brett, greeting his boyfriend with a large smile and an embrace. "Where you been all this time?" asked Billy worriedly. "In Mister Steinhauser's room," responded Brent, knowing how worried his boyfriend had to have been and slipping an arm about his neck. "He caught you in his room?" asked Justin. "Sure did," responded Benny. "Fuck, he must have been furious." "He was at first," observed Benny. "What happened?" "That," said Bobby as he joined Zac on the bed, "is a long story." "But we found out why he's been avoiding boys." "And watching us all the time." "I don't think he'll be avoiding guys anymore." "And he'll be doing a lot more than just looking." "So tell us what happened!" The boys snuggled up and began their tale, one which they knew would surprise their listeners. Saturday was their last day in Germany and they partied hearty, students and chaperones. The concert band put out their all as they performed for the crowds, the marching band strutted their stuff, and their Mascot pranced and danced until he was drenched in sweat inside his suit. The tour club cheered them on and handed out pamphlets about their band and school to those passing by. The chaperones congratulated the students on their performance and their behaviour for the week, and headed off to hoist a few more mass of beer before the tents closed. The students toured the booths one last time, took a final ride on their favourite amusement rides, and said goodbys to new friends, other visiting bands and their German hosts, and made plans to keep in touch. Some of the boys dropped by the urinals to check out the beer drinkers one last time. One of those was fifteen-year-old Eric Maartens who confessed to Benny that he was gay and that he knew Benny and Justin were close buddies but he hoped they could be friends too, despite his arrogant and obnoxious older brother. Benny assured him that he looked forward to getting to know Eric better when they got home, and when Eric observed that one thing he'd often wondered about was what it would be like to engage in water sports, Benny replied that he could help him out there also. Eight the next morning a very exhausted and happy group boarded the Boeing 747 heading back to America, their bags stuffed with mementos and pictures and their minds stuffed with happy memories. For the Brewster brothers, this had been a particularly delightful holiday adventure with close friends, lovers and classmates, and as they placed the open travel magazines in their laps and reached under them to fiddle with themselves on the long trip home, they thought about their new friends back in Germany and of their newest revelations and began planning on following them up once they got back to Crestview Heights.