Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 13:14:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 10

Andy and the Surfer Twins
Chapter 10

In our last chapter, there were a couple of discoveries.  Dave O'Malley
discovered that young boys could be fiercely sexy, horny and beautiful, and
Tom Krakow discovered that one big cock is great, but a dozen big cocks is
even greater.  We continue.

Troy, Lance, Andy, Taz, Eric and Dave were back in their shorts.  The twins
and the young boys were engaging in a spirited race of tag, you're it, the
rule being that you didn't just touch the boy you were tagging, you touched
him between his legs.  The twins, of course, could have raced circles
around the preteens, but the let Andy and Taz catch them a couple of times
just for the sexy fun of having little hands on the front of their silky
shorts.  Eric was faster and more cunning, and he was good at feinting left
and then right to evade capture (except, of course, for those moments when
he felt that it had been too long since his hand had been between another
competitor's legs).

Dave took the opportunity to go off in a corner of the yard and call
Reginald back.  The phone rang once, twice, three, four, five, six times,
and then Reginald answered.  He sounded breathless.

"I had to get out of the room," he said quickly.  "You won't believe what
just happened to me!"

Dave grinned.  Reginald was always excitable.  "So what happened?"

"You know Kevin, my roommate, right?"

"Yeah."  Dave had spent more than a few occasions down on the commons or in
the dorm cafeteria with Reginald when the "Do Not Disturb" sign was on the
door and meant that Kevin was screwing some chick.  As a fellow
heterosexual, he had sometimes been a little bit jealous about the beauties
who emerged from these fuckathons, but now that he had been turned to the
side of the gay angels, he suddenly realized that when Kevin was wearing
sweatpants, there was something mighty big and alive in there.

"Well, don't think less of me, old chap, but this morning he was sound
asleep, and I took the opportunity to fellate him."

David laughed out loud.  "Oh, you pervert!"  But he felt his cock starting
to expand uncomfortably in his jockstrap.  "Do tell."

"Well, Kevin is what one would call well-apportioned," Reginald said, and
Dave rolled his eyes.  His friend just couldn't help it with the
faux-London persona, and so he could never have said "Kevin is hung like a
moose in heat."

"My heart was in palpitations the whole time," Reginald went on.  "At one
moment he spoke of Elaine, she is a young lady whom he has been escorting,
you see."

"Did he cum?"

"Indeed," Reginald said.  "I do believe that he ejaculated an imperial pint
of semen into my mouth."

Dave rolled his eyes again.  One of the twins was looking at him curiously,
and he mouthed "Reginald." The twin grinned and made a curtsy.  Dave
grinned back.

"Well, at least you had some fun," he said into the phone.  "Even if the
other guy wasn't awake."

"There's more to the saga," Reginald said.  "After tennis yesterday, when
you were in the sauna, I came back to the dorm, and would you believe that
when I came into the room, my erstwhile roommate was watching an erotic
film on his computer and masturbating?"

"OK," Dave said.  "So he was watching a porno.  What did he do when you
came in?  I bet he was embarrassed."

"If anyone was abashed, it was I, dear friend.  Imagine such a thing!"

Dave imagined the thing inside Kevin's sweatpants being outside of the
sweatpants.  "So how big is it when it's boned?"

"It's quite the largest ... Wait a minute!  Surely you are not interested
in the size of the male organ or the lack thereof."

Dave hesitated.  Was the jig up?  "Dude, just because I'm not gay doesn't
mean I don't see things.  I've got eyes, too, you know."

"Quite," Reginald said.  "At any rate, it so happened that Kevin had smoked
some of his marijuana, and he explained that this process leaves him
... how shall one put it ... enamored of physicality."

Dave thought that if he rolled his eyes again, they would disappear into
the top of his head.  Never would his friend say, "leaves him hornier than
a jackrabbit in heat." Or something like that.

"He wanted me to fellate him," Reginald whispered into the phone.
Apparently he didn't think he was far enough from the room.

"What?"

"Fellate him," Reginald hissed.  "Surely you know what that means."

"Of course I do," Dave said.  "I was in sex ed class in 6th grade with you
when we heard that word the first time."

"Yes, yes," Reginald said impatiently.

"So did you?"

"To be sure," his friend said in an important voice.  "I do believe that he
quite enjoyed it."

"I'll bet," Dave said.  "Well, at least you've got a fuckbuddy now."

"He did it to me, too," Reginald said, whispering again and sounding
amazed.

"Come on!  Kevin the pussy hound sucked you off?"  Dave swatted away the
hand of Andy, which was reaching for the front of his shorts and would have
found a boner in there if contact had been made.  The cute catalogue model
ran off after Taz.

"He did," Reginald said.  "I hesitate to tell you, though you are a very
good friend, indeed, that I ejaculated within thirty seconds of the
commencement of the process."

Dave smiled.  He had never known Reginald to have sex with anybody.

"What did he say after?  I mean, that was something new for him, right?"

"He wants more," Reginald whispered.

"Cool!"

"Not just with me.  He enquired as to whether I might be aware of other
males of the species, shall we say, who might be interested, as the young
man put it, checking it out with him."

"Why are you telling me this?"

There was a pause.  "Because I think the twins that play tennis with us
cannot possibly be entirely of a heterosexual nature, David.  Which
straight person wears such obscene shorts?"

Dave looked over at the lawn, where one of the twins had Andy down on the
ground and was tickling him, making the boy squirm and laugh with pleasure.
There was a definite little tent pole inside the young boy's shorts.  Damn,
but he was a horndog!  Dave was cupping his hand over the mouthpiece of the
phone so that Reggie wouldn't hear the ruckus.  He sighed.

"No, you're right.  They're gay."

"I knew it!" Reginald sounded triumphant.  "Never underestimate the power
of gaydar, my friend.  You never ping it, but they most surely did."

David smiled to himself.  He had only been gay for a day and a half, so
apparently he didn't set off any gaydars.

"Imagine you in the sauna with them," Reginald said.  "I most certainly
hope that decorum was observed."

"Oh, yeah," Dave said, crossing his fingers to cancel the lie.  "Towels
never came off."

"Well, then, perhaps you would be so kind as to enquire of the two lads the
next time you see them whether perhaps they would be interested in bringing
a young man from the countryside into the world that he seems to have just
discovered."

"I don't know," Dave said.  "I don't really think I can ask them something
like that." He felt himself sweating.  "I mean, they might think that I'm
..."

"No harm in asking a question, old chap.  If they told you that they are of
Oscar Wilde's persuasion - and please remember that I made that very
suggestion yesterday, if you will be so kind - then why not ask whether
they might be interested in a young man who I do believe would be
interested in them, as well."

"OK," Dave said.  "I'll give them a call."

"You have their telephone number?"

"Yeah.  They called me this morning to remind me about the tennis."

"I see.  Where are you?"

"I'm at home," Dave lied.  Letting Reggie know that actually he was in his
shorts in the back yard of Jeff Edison's house and watching a pair of
beyond gorgeous blond twins, a little catalogue model, the model's best
friend and the friend's cousin, all of them in nothing but shorts (though
now Dave saw that Eric had stripped back down, his five-inch boner leading
the way as he raced around the yard) -- well, he didn't think he was ready
for that.

"Well, then," Reginald said.  "I shall return to my room, but as soon as
you have ascertained whether the lads would be prepared to meet Kevin,
please do ring, old chap."

"I will," Dave promised.  Not only would he ascertain whether the lads
would be prepared to meet Kevin, he would figure out a way to be present
for that meeting without Reginald being any the wiser.  "Talk to you
later."

"Ciao," Reginald said.  And then he switched off.

***

Jeff and Tom got dressed, having had a thoroughly sexy and fulfilling
afternoon at the baths.  The fraternal twins whom they had sucked had
spotted them coming out of the showers, their towels over their shoulders
and their muscular bodies glistening, and come back to the locker room with
them.  Joe rummaged around in the backpack that was in his locker and came
out with a little notebook and a pen.  He wrote down his mobile phone
number twice, tore the sheet in half, and gave one half to Jeff and the
other to Tom.  Tom was thinking that he wouldn't mind seeing the brothers
again, because they were ferociously good looking.  Jeff was thinking that
the brothers might be interested in meeting another pair of brothers who
were always interested in spending some naked time with other boys.  Not
that he was about to say so right then and there in the bathhouse locker
room, of course.

When the lawyer and his assistant were dressed, they both realized that
they were famished.  There was a new Italian restaurant in town Jeff and
heard about, so they went there to share a big plate of spaghetti and
meatballs.  It was to the credit of their waiter that he did not say a word
when Jeff and Tom recreated the dog scene from 101 Dalmatians.

***

Andy, Taz and Eric were hungry, too, so they went back through the fence to
boil up some wieners for hot dogs.  The twins and Dave went inside, too.
They'd had enough sun for the day, and Dave's Irish skin was showing a bit
of pink.  Troy rubbed lotion on his back for him.

The three teenagers popped open frosty Cokes, and Dave told them about how
Reginald had gotten between the legs of his roommate, and now the roommate
was interested in more exploration.  The twins tried to picture Queen
Reginald with a dick in his mouth, and it wouldn't come, but that didn't
matter when David told them that the roommate was hung like a moose.

"Bigger than dad's?"

"I dunno.  I haven't seen it myself.  I've just got Reginald's word for
it."

"Well," Lance said.  "Me and Troy were thinking of going surfing tomorrow.
We haven't been for a couple days.  Do you think this guy knows how to
surf?"

Dave thought of the big farmboy in his sweatpants or overalls and shook his
head.  "I don't think so."

"We'll teach him," Troy promised.

"Yeah," his brother chimed in.  "That and a couple of other things."

"Where could we meet this guy tomorrow?" Troy asked.  Dave thought about it
for a bit.  "Why don't we all meet at the club, and we can go from there?"

"Cool," Troy said with a grin.  "Wonder what that guy looks like in a
Speedo."

Dave told the twins to hush up and called Reggie.  Once again it took a
while for his friend to pick up, and once again he was out in the hallway
of the dorm.  Dave told him that Kevin should come to the club the next day
around noon, and the twins would take it from there.  Reggie asked whether
he should come along, and Dave said no, it would be easier without him,
sorry.  Reggie sighed and said that he had supposed that that was so, but
he promised to give Kevin instructions on how to get to the club.

That done, the boys decided to order in a pizza.  There was a bit of
discussion about what to put on top of it, though there was no question
that it would be the biggest pie the place had.  They were three healthy
boys with healthy appetites, after all.

When the doorbell rang 20 minutes later, Troy peeked out the window and
then turned to Lance and Dave.  "It's a babe," he reported.  "Come on, bro,
let's give him a look at us and see what he says."

Lance hopped up from the floor, and the two of them, still dressed in their
slutty little silk shorts, opened up the door.  The young man carrying the
pizza was, indeed, a babe.  He was wearing the pizza shop's polo shirt,
which strained across his big chest and his massive biceps.  Below it he
had a pair of shorts that were loose and hung to his knees, with sandals on
his feet.  He had dark hair and olive skin.  And deep green eyes which
flickered from the twins' faces, down their ripped bodies, and onto the
shorts which were not leaving much to hide even though the boys' cocks were
encased in jockstraps.  The pizza delivery guy licked his lips and handed
over the pizza.

"That'll be $24.95," he said, and his voice was a little shaky.

"Oh, shoot," Troy said.  "My wallet's upstairs.  Why don't you come in?
You look hot."

"Cool," the dude said.  "This is my last delivery of the day.  Don't tell
the guys at the shop, 'cause we're not supposed to, but I could really use
a drink of cold water."

"Or maybe a cold beer?" Lance suggested.

The dude smiled at him.  "Or maybe that."

Lance took the pizza from him and led him into the living room.  The
delivery boy's eyes flicked around the sumptuous room and settled on Dave,
who was in his shorts and sitting on the couch.

"My name's Luis, by the way," he said.

"Well, Luis, I'll be right back with your money, and bro here will get you
the beer," Troy said.  He disappeared up the stairs, and Lance went into
the kitchen.  He fished a bottle of Corona out of the fridge and grabbed
four plates and a bunch of napkins for the 'za.  Back in the living room he
registered the fact that Luis was sitting on the couch next to Dave and
that he was sitting closer to Dave than a straight boy would be likely to
do.  He put the bottle and the plates on the coffee table.

"Drat.  I forgot the bottle opener!" Back to the kitchen, back to the
living room, and now Luis' leg was touching David's leg, though both of
them were looking as innocent as kittens on Facebook.

Lance walked over to the couch and put his crotch in the area of the
delivery boy's face.  "Maybe an appetizer before dinner?"

Luis looked up at him and swallowed hard.  "Just don't tell the shop,
please.  My uncle owns it, and if he finds out I'm ... you know ... well,
he'll tell my ma, and she'll go crazy."

David put his hand in Luis' lap and gave a squeeze to see what was under
those shorts.  "What happens in this house stays in this house," he said.
"I should know.  They've never tattled on me."

Luis grinned at him.  "Dude, you're just as hot as they are." And then to
Lance: "No offense."

"None taken," Lance said.  "But I've got something hot here for you." He
yanked off his shorts and jock in one fluid movement, and his ten-inch cock
sprang out in all of its glory.  Luis got the same glazed look in his eyes
that every boy who saw one or both of the twins' tools got.  He leaned
forward, and Lance's dick disappeared into fantastic warm moistness.

Dave stripped off his shorts for easier access and fumbled with the belt
around Luis' waist.  The delivery boy helped him.  Off came the belt, off
came the shorts, off came the boxers that were underneath it, and what
emerged was a fantastic Latino cock, uncut, heavy and pendulous, with a
jungle of black hair around it and a pair of big balls hanging down.  Dave
said a quick thanks to the Virgin Mary and dove in, thankful once again
that the twins had taught him what to do with a big cock.

"Oi, that is so not fair!" came a voice from the doorway.  Troy was holding
two twenties and looking somewhere between amused and pissed off.

Dave raised his head from the throbbing delivery boy meat long enough to
say, "Stop your bitching.  Get over here."  And so Troy did.  He dropped
the twenties on the floor, yanked off his shorts and jock and dropped down
on his knees in front of the couch to take Dave's throbbing boner to
paradise.  The slurping got louder as three hot-bodied young men showed how
much they appreciated the chance to worship at the altar of cocksucking.

Lance reached down to pull Luis' polo shirt over his head, his cock
suddenly cold in the air conditioning when the delivery dude let go of it
to get the shirt off.  As Luis returned to his slobbering blowjob, Lance
let his eyes wander over the guy's torso.  He was right up there with Tom,
dad's assistant.  Ripped six-pack stomach, huge pecs with a dusting of dark
hair between them, arm muscles that looked like they wanted to explode from
the boy's skin.  This was all right.  The mouth was super hot on his turgid
boner.

"Rotate!" came Troy's voice.  Luis looked up, confused.  Lance smiled down
at him and pointed at Dave.  "Just turn the other way, dude."

Luis grabbed Dave's Irish tool in his fist, turned and dove down.  Dave
gasped as the hot Latino mouth engulfed his member even as Lance pushed the
coffee table out of the way to make room for getting down on his knees to
spend some fun time with Luis' big prick.  It wasn't as long as his, but it
was fatter, and Lance opened up wide to give the dude the pleasure that he
knew he could provide.  Troy stood up on the couch, a little wobbly at
first on the cushions, and presented his big erection to Dave, who
swallowed it greedily and gratefully.  All three suckers reveled in the
hot, steaming precum that was leaking copiously onto their tongues, and
Lance's drip was making a mess on the carpet below, but who cared?

After a couple of minutes, Troy grew a little bit impatient.  "Luis, my
man," he said.  "You get the newbie prize."

Luis raised his head and looked at him questioningly.  This kid was always
coming up with something new.

"First you get to suck all of us off and get some of that protein juice
inside you, and then we're all gonna make you glad that you were born,"
Troy explained.

Luis wasn't the most experienced cocksucker in the world, living deep in
the closet as he was, but he was game.  Lance presented his throbbing
erection to him first while Dave and Troy watched and stroked their cocks
happily.  It took two minutes and 32 seconds for Lance to start grunting
and growling, and when Luis gave his hanging balls a little squeeze, that
was it for the handsome surfer boy.  He released a shower of spurting cum
right into the horny Latino boy's mouth.

Troy was within about three seconds of cumming as he watched his sexy
brother gyrate through his ball-busting orgasm, so getting him to give up
the goods was easy work for Luis, and Troy's cum joined with his twin's on
the guy's tongue and right down his throat.  Dave had stopped jerking off
several minutes before, knowing that he was on the verge, looking at Luis'
iron hard monster throbbing and leaking as its owner slobbered down the cum
that was being given to him.  When it was his turn, he grabbed Luis by the
ears and face-fucked him, loving the rough tongue across which his turgid
cock was sliding and the warm spit that was engulfing it.  When the orgasm
came, he rammed Luis' handsome face into his crotch, almost making the boy
choke, but the delivery man maintained, and he didn't let go of the
sperming tool until the last drop came out.

And then the three hot-bodied young men kept Troy's promise.  They lay Luis
down on the carpet and went to work.  Luis closed his eyes and couldn't
believe his luck.  Santa Maria, two twin brothers and a hot Irish guy in
the bargain!  There were tongues on him everywhere, there were mouths on
his cock and tongues on his balls and light nips on his nipples, making him
squirm in ecstasy.  There were fingers probing his tight asshole, there
were mouths suckling on his toes.  Four or five times he was within a
second of exploding into what he knew would be the best orgasm of his life,
and each time the boys knew, and the boys stopped.  When the blast finally
came, with Lance masturbating his cock, Dave licking his balls, and Troy
nibbling away at his nipples, the cum went everywhere as Luis writhed
around on the carpet and gasped to the point where he could hardly breathe.
The first shot flew straight over his head and onto the carpet, and he got
 cum all over his body - all of it except the part that splashed straight
into Troy's open and greedy mouth, positioned well to catch the bounty that
was being delivered.  A minute later, and Luis' body was spic-and-span
clean, all of the sperm licked off and enjoyed.

The pizza was lukewarm, but the boys were famished, and they sat there
naked, enjoying the air conditioning, while they ate it.  Luis told them
that he was 20 and that his parents had come to America as illegal
immigrants when he was a baby from Guatemala.  He was his mother's only
child, and she doted on him.  Never in a minute could she imagine her son
being attracted to other boys, particularly given that her brother, the
pizza-store owning uncle, was always fuming about putas and how they would
all go straight to hell.  Luis went through vast torment as soon as he
realized that yes, he was attracted to other boys.  He was attracted to the
gringos with their white skin, he was attracted to fellow Hispanics, he was
attracted to boys with glistening ebony skin.  He told the twins and Dave
that he prayed every night for God to take away his feelings, but God
didn't.

"He couldn't," Dave opined.  "Didn't you read how that stupid organization
which was always trying to turn gays straight just admitted that it
couldn't?  Exodus something or other?" Dave was always up on the news.  He
was hoping to become a journalist.

Luis had never heard of Exodus International, but he had plenty of horror
stories to tell about going to confession to shamefacedly confess to sins
of the flesh - the flesh being his the five fingers of his right hand and
his penis, which began to expand in size and breadth almost immediately
after the first time that he horrified himself by ejaculating a thin stream
of cum onto his twelve-year-old body when he was in bed and masturbating
ferociously even though he knew that he mustn't, because God did not like
that one tiny bit.  He rubbed the juice into his body because there wasn't
anything else to do with it, and from there on in Luis kept a roll of
toilet paper mashed under his mattress for exactly that purpose.  He told
his new friends that working out at the gym was the only thing he knew how
to do to keep his thoughts from straying into dark territory, though it was
not easy for him with hard male bodies grunting and straining all around
him.
  He said that he recited the Hail Mary about a million times to win
forgiveness for looking where he shouldn't.  Troy and Lance, who had
discovered each other's cocks at the age of nine and their dad's four years
later and hadn't looked back since, felt sorry for Luis, and when he
finished his story, Lance reached over to give him a big hug.  "That sounds
awful," he said.

"It's OK," Luis said.  "When I got my first computer and the Internet, it
was like the whole world opened up for me.  I found other gay boys on
Skype, and I saw pictures and videos - Madre mia!, such pictures and
videos!  My mama a couple of times almost caught me when I was looking at
that stuff."

"And jerking off," Troy added.  Always the smartass.

Luis smiled at him.  "Yes.  That, too."

The twins extracted a promise from the handsome Guatemalan that he would
always be their delivery boy and, for that matter, come visiting sometime
when he was off.  Troy gave him the $40 and refused any change.  "It's a
tip," he said.  "Not as nice as the one that shoots cum, but still."
Always, always the smartass.

When Luis was gone, his mouth still tingling from the three tongues that
had spent a couple of minutes in there before his clients would let him go,
the twins and Dave cleaned up the living room and put the empty pizza box
in the recycling bin.  They popped open fresh cokes and settled in in front
of the big television set to watch a baseball game.  Dave was a true jock
and watched sports a lot.  Troy and Lance were good at almost every sport
and were all good with watching men strike a ball with a bat for a while.
That is what Jeff and Tom found them doing when they came home, hand in
hand.

***

"Oh, yeah, just like that," Kevin moaned.  He was standing up, all 6'3 of
him, and Reginald was down on his knees, doing his very best to get as much
of that enormous, throbbing, dripping tool into his mouth as he possibly
could.  He hefted his roommate's massive balls as he slurped away, and when
Kevin gently said, "Right now," the cum that flooded his mouth was sweet
ambrosia.  Kevin didn't even say anything when Reginald's responding sperm
splattered all over the front of his legs.  This time Reginald wasn't
dressed.

***

Andy, Taz and Eric, too, were watching television, only in their case they
were watching the Cartoon Network.  Before they went to bed, they brushed
their teeth properly, and of course before they could go to sleep they had
to do one more round-robin session of suckling on each other's penises and
making each other feel as if nothing could possibly be wrong in this world
of theirs.

That's it for this chapter.  What will happen tomorrow?  Stay tuned!