Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 08:31:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Sven Svensson Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 13 Andy and the Surfer Twins Chapter 13 In our last chapter, Patrick the lifeguard came back all happy about having gotten naked with the two unbelievably beautiful twins, plus a redheaded kid with a big knob and then a lanky country type who had the biggest cock Patrick had ever seen. Patrick was surprised on returning to his lifeguard's chair that his fellow lifeguard Joshua was interested in what he had been doing. And Joshua took it to the next level at home. The two unbelievably beautiful twins, the redheaded kid with a big knob and the lanky country type with the big cock picked up the son of a British diplomat along the way. Right now they're still all at Jeff's house. "No, no, no, luvs, the car really will be here," Henry said. He had had a perfectly, well, perfect afternoon what with satisfying Sam's perfectly nice friend and then being swept away by a whirlwind which had only just stopped. Only just a moment ago he had been helping to get the father of the twins to have an orgasm, and he felt that the six of them -- the father's boyfriend, the father's two sons, and the sons' friends Dave and Kevin, plus Henry himself -- had done a capital job of it all. But now the consulate at which his father worked was sending a car for him, and he really needed to go back upstairs and fetch his shirt and his pants. But before he could really make that decision, eight muscular arms encircled his body, and four big cocks pressed up against his sides and his butt and his cock, and he said "All right then. But no more than five minutes." In the event, it took four. It was easy, really. The twins got in front of Henry's face to present their identical sexy faces. Dave got down in front of him and brought his enormous cock to full readiness in a couple of minutes. And it was when Kevin got up behind Henry and eased his enormous prick up is bunghole that Henry couldn't take it anymore, and his swinging balls gave up one more big cumshot for God and the Queen, improving Anglo-American relations by having enough cum for all outstretched tongues. Then it really was time to go. After Henry got dressed, two more minutes were spent exchanging phone numbers, getting in a few last kisses, and then he was gone. Kevin didn't have any particular reason to go back to the dorm. He didn't have classes on Mondays, and the next day was a Monday, so he agreed to spend the night if Jeff was OK with that. Of course he was. David went off into a corner to call his mom and tell her that he was spending the night at a friend's house. He was thankful that she didn't ask any questions. Jeff and Tom were back in their clothes and on the couch again, admiring the eye candy of the two beautiful twins, Dave and Kevin stark naked and just standing around and talking. The four magnificent cocks had been erect while the boys were getting Harry off, and now they were back down again, but not for long. The sexy teenagers excused themselves and went back upstairs. When they got into the twins' room, Troy said, "We've had so much sex today, why don't we do a circle jerk now? I don't know about you guys, but I really like seeing your cocks, and when they're up someone's asshole, they're invisible, right?" Dave's cock was already heading skyward. He was all good with the idea of having an unhampered view of the twins' and Kevin's big pricks. Kevin, for his part, was cool with anything. He was still new to the game, and if Troy wanted him to masturbate together with the group, he was down with the idea. The four of them sat down on the bed, and Troy rearranged pillows so that they could all lean back comfortably. Four cocks were taken into four fists and quickly massaged up to full-bore erections. The boys' eyes were everywhere. Faces are sexy when guys are spanking the weasel, muscles pump up, and above all there were the pricks. Eight inches on Dave, ten inches apiece on Troy and Lance, and the big foot-long hotdog between Kevin's legs that the rest of them couldn't get enough of. Dave was rubbing his tool with his fist, giving special pressure and loving to his cockhead. Kevin was backhanding his enormous boner, sliding his hand up and down and squeezing increasing volumes of precum out of the tip of his cock. The twins masturbated in synchronicity, like they did everything, their big balls bouncing on the bed while they jacked themselves. They used their free hands to fondle each other's balls, to lightly pinch each other's nipples, and just to make each other feel like the sexiest boys on the planet. *** Patrick the lifeguard was back in the penthouse apartment which he owned. He'd stopped by on the of the city's gay bars for a couple of beers before coming home. Now he felt gritty with sand from having rolled around behind the dunes with the sexy twins and their equally fantastic friends, and sucking off Joshua on the lifeguard's chair hadn't done anything to clean him up. He went into the bathroom, stripped off and stepped into the shower. Pat scrubbed himself with a loofa, washed his hair and let the water, which in his shower cubicle came from the ceiling, wash over him for a bit. The stream was powerful, and he felt it massaging his muscular shoulders. While he was standing there, he thought about his afternoon at the beach, and his cock immediately began to fill up with blood to let him know that it remembered, too. Patrick's cell phone, which was on the edge of the bathroom sink, began to play a melody from "The Book of Mormon," which meant that someone was calling him. Patrick cursed the caller for interrupting his shower. He switched off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, dripping water all over the floor. "Hello?" "Hey, dude. This is Joshua. What's up?" "Hey, Josh. Nothing much. Just got out of the shower." "Wanna know what I just did?" "Went out and found another guy to suck your cock?" "Nope. Found another guy I could suck off." Patrick felt his penis twitch. "Yeah? Who was it?" "My brother." "Really. How'd that happen?" "I told him that you sucked my cock. He called me a faggot for doing it, but I was still feeling kinda horny, ya know? So I sorta touched his dick and he didn't wanna let me, but ... well, he was OK with it after a while, so I sucked him off." "How old is he?" "Jared? He's 17." "Cool. You ever bring him around to the beach?" Joshua chuckled. "I bet you'd like to get into his pants, too. One brother good, two brothers better?" "I've never even met the kid, Josh!" "Sure, I'll bring him down sometime. I don't know what he's gonna say about me blowing his tool in the morning, but if he's up for another go ..." Patrick was an only child. As a kid he'd only wanted a brother to play ball and tag with, but once he started to think about other males of the species in a sexual way, he regretted that he didn't have an in-house playmate of the more erotic type. He had driven himself half insane whacking his pole and thinking about those sexy blond twins getting it on together. And now here was Joshua telling him that he had a brother who had given up the goods to him. Damn it! "OK, Josh. I'd like to meet your brother irrespective of whether or not he wants a blowjob." Joshua chuckled again. "We'll see. You on tomorrow?" "Nope. I'm off until Wednesday. You?" "I've got the morning shift at the beach. Done at 1:00 o'clock." A pause. "You maybe wanna get together after that, go get something to eat?" "Done. I'll come down to the beach a little before one, and we can go in my car." Patrick knew that his fellow lifeguard took the bus to get to the ocean or, more specifically, three different buses to get there from wherever it was he was living. It sounded like a nightmare, but Joshua never complained. "Cool. See ya tomorrow." "You gonna try to get it on with ... what was it, Jared? With Jared again?" Joshua laughed softly. "He's asleep now. He's a bigger pothead than me even, if you can believe it." "I can't. See you tomorrow." Patrick clicked off. Damn! His hair was all over the place, having partly dried while he was talking to Joshua. He put a little gel in it and brushed it down. His body had dried on its own. While brushing his hair, Patrick thought about Joshua with another cock in his mouth, and the thought led him to pick up his phone once again and scroll through the contacts until he found the word "Dudes." This was Dudes for Dudes, a male escort agency in town which specialized in high-end clients such as Patrick and claimed to offer the best looking escorts in the city, hands down. Patrick had never had any reason to disbelieve the claim. The young men Dudes had sent over to his apartment previously had all been drop-dead. "Dudes for Dudes, can I help you?" "Hey, Terry, it's Sean." The agency's clients were not encouraged to use their real names. "Hey, Sean. How you doin'?" "Great, thanks. How's about yourself?" "Couldn't be better. Looking for some company tonight? We've got a couple of new hotties, and I mean hotties. You at your computer?" Patrick padded out into the bedroom, where his laptop was on the bed and open. "I am now." "Go to the Website, and I'll tell you which ones are new." Patrick did as he was told. He entered his user name and password, and the new page showed four columns of three photographs each. "OK," he said into the phone. "The first four ones on the first page are the newbies," Terry said. "The first one's Spike, the one next to him is Lance, the next one goes by Jockboy, and the last one is Brick." Patrick right-clicked each of the pictures to open them in new tabs. Spike had dark hair, brooding eyes, a firm jaw and big muscles. In the photograph he was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt and a jockstrap which looked to be filled up nicely. Below the picture were others showing what Spike looked like naked. Better than in the T-shirt, Pat thought. Lance ... well, if Patrick squinted a bit, this Lance looked a lot like the twin Lance he knew. Same blond floppy hair, same bright blue eyes. Lance was leaner than Spike, but well defined and with a six-pack stomach. Nice big cock, too. Jockboy's first picture showed him leaning against a fence, wearing just a jockstrap and a ball cap on backwards. He had red hair, lots of freckles on his skin, and a cock to rival the lanky kid's down in the dunes. Brick apparently chose his nickname in relation to the concept of a brick shithouse, because he sure was built like one. He practically had no neck, his shoulders and chest were so huge, and for a bruiser type, he was very good looking. Patrick scrolled down to take a look between Brick's legs. Hmm. Not as long as the other guys, but man, it was thick! It looked like a baseball bat. "You know what?", Patrick said into the receiver. "Why don't you send all four of them over?" "Up for a party tonight?" "You know it. I just want to make sure that all four of them will be ready to let me suck them off and cum." "No problem," Terry said. "You'll be their first client tonight. I'll put 'em on your tab, and you can just pay up at the end of the month, like always, OK?" "Great." "I'll have 'em there in 20. The limo just got back from another job." Dudes for Dudes had two limousines. It treated its employees well, and one of the services that it provided was a luxurious limo ride which could last as long as the client wanted and could have as many escorts as he wanted with him. The cars had fully equipped bars, the plushest and lushest seats money could buy, a flat-screen TV to watch porn on if the client were so inclined, and adjustable lighting. The chauffeurs of the cars were two Puerto Rican brothers, Jose and Manuel, who were 20 and 22 respectively. Both of them were drop-dead handsome, with nicely built bodies and big uncut Latino cocks. Both of them had played semi-professional baseball back in San Juan, and then they had come to America. Happenstance put Jose next to the owner of Dudes for Dudes at a gay bar one night, one thing led to another, and after offering the two boys jobs as escorts at the agency -- an offer which they declined, both of them still half-believing that their homosexual proclivities would get them in trouble with God -- the owner hired them as drivers. Jose and Manuel knew when to be discreet. The window between the front of the limo and the back was always rolled up if the client wanted it to be up. If it was down, the brothers monitored the sexual activity in the back of the car while they drove around, and it if it was particularly sexy activity, they discreetly jerked off with one hand while driving with the other. The agency paid them well, and their discreetness earned the brothers handsome tips in most cases. Patrick put on some antiperspirant, a light and halfway translucent linen shirt which gave a hint of the muscles underneath, and a pair of linen pants. He didn't see any need for underwear, and he slipped his feet into flip-flops. No socks either. *** "So who's gonna cum first?" Troy inquired after he, his brother, Kevin and David had been spanking their weasels for seven or eight minutes. The four of them were crunched together on Troy's bed, their muscular legs touching, their eyes all over each other's pumped bodies and big, big boners. Precum was leaking copiously from all four swollen cockheads as the fists moved up and down, up and down -- both fists in Kevin's case, his enormous balls flopping around underneath. "Let it be me," Dave grunted, and a second later the first blast from his overheated balls smacked him straight on the chin, followed by six more spurts. The young Irishman was amazed at the size of the load, seeing as how he'd already cum once at the beach and once in this same room together with the other three sexy boys plus Henry from London. The site of David whitewashing himself drove Kevin over the edge. He, too, had cum twice already, and his balls yielded less sperm because the night before, after Reginald had fallen asleep, he'd taken advantage of the situation to rub out a powerful orgasm thinking about his new discovery of hard body to hard body sex. Still, the long trip of his cum between his big balls and his swollen cockhead was something to see, and Troy and Lance grinned at each other as they allowed themselves to come to simultaneous orgasms on either side of Dave and Kevin. Troy had always been the bigger shooter of the two, and despite its being his third of the day, he splashed cum all over himself and over half of Dave's muscular arm. Lance twisted a little bit to aim his cumshot at Kevin's fist, which was still running slowly up and down his enormous shaft, and a second later the tall farm boy's fingers were dripping. In sync, the sexy twins bent over to lick up the spooge from Dave and Kevin's tight bodies, after which Dave and Kevin returned the favor. For the next couple of minutes, hands roamed over muscular bodies and tongues swapped spit, and then Troy said: "So, who's gonna sleep with who tonight?" *** The intercom at Patrick's place buzzed 20 minutes later. It was the doorman downstairs. "Yes?" "Mr. O'Halloran, there are four guests down here for you. Are you aware that they are coming?" "I am, indeed. Please send them up." "Indeed, sir. Have a nice remainder of the evening." The doorman pointed to the door that led to Patrick's private elevator and buzzed the four young men through. He was glad that he was sitting down behind his desk, because the four guys were just too much for his young gay heart to take, and he had a raging boner in his boxers. His name was Marty, and he was 18 years old. His uncle owned the building, and Marty had the doorman's job as a condition of a suspended court sentence for assault and battery. What had happened was that a couple of teenagers had started hassling him about his earring, and Marty, who had received his black belt in judo a few weeks before, pounded them both into a pulp. Unfortunately, one of the kids was the son of a powerful lawyer who insisted on pursuing charges against Marty. In court he argued that Marty had obviously provoked his son, who had never been an aggressive boy. The other kid refused to testify, and the judge, who was 78 and in his last week before retirement, sentenced Marty to one year in prison, sentence suspended, as long as he could show gainful employment throughout the period. Marty was a slacker in the true sense of the word. He'd dropped out of high school as soon as he hit 16, and when his parents found him in their bed with a neighbor boy, they kicked him out of the house. He'd slept rough on the streets for a couple of months and turned a couple of tricks to keep him in pin money. Marty was 5'6, with short brown hair and mesmerizing deep green eyes. It also didn't hurt that he had a seven-inch cock hanging down from his slim frame. He was crazy about Patrick, who was handsome, always kind, always asking Marty how he was. Marty was under no illusions as to what kinds of boys the ones who occasionally came to visit were. He'd been racking his brain trying to figure out a way how he could offer himself to Mr. O'Halloran for the same purpose, but he was afraid that the dude would tell his uncle, and then he'd really be up shit creek. Marty sighed, unzipped his trousers, hauled out his big cock, and jerked off right there at the desk, spilling his seed into the wastebasket when the time came to cum. Upstairs, the doorbell rang, and Patrick opened up. He surveyed the four hot young men who were in the corridor. All four of them looked better than they had in their pictures. Spike was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt that read "I'm not gay, but the guy I sucked off is" and a pair of shorts that would have been indecent if they hadn't been so sexy. Blond Lance had pukka shells around his neck and resting on his huge pectorals, which were visible because of the tight muscle-T he had on. He was wearing cutoff jeans. Jockboy was dressed in a baseball uniform except that no baseball player ever wore a uniform cut so tight that his bulge was as enormous as it was in this case. And Brick was dressed in jeans and a light plaid shirt, looking for all the world like a lumberjack. A young and handsome lumberjack, but a lumberjack nonetheless. He was even wearing boots. The boys came into the large living room and looked around appreciatively. All of their clients were wealthy, but this room was something else. White shag carpeting, obviously expensive furniture, a huge television set with a surround sound system. Jockboy, who called himself that because he detested his given name of Alastair (his mother was a fan of all things British), was pursuing a degree in interior design despite his appearance as an unreconstructed jock, and he particularly appreciated the obvious expense of the room and its contents. "So what'll it be, boss?" That came from Spike. Terry had told the four of them to be prepared for a blowjob and to be ready to jet their loads in the client's mouth, but that was all he had said. "You know what?" Patrick said. "I could really use a striptease. How 'bout it?" "Anything you want, boss. All of at once or individually?" "In a group, I think." Patrick went to the stereo system, inserted a CD and set one song on repeat. Donna Summer's sensuous voice began to moan through "Love to Love You, Baby." Patrick had always regretted being born too late for the disco era, because he thought that no music was ever better for dancing. He cranked up the music and went to sit on the couch as the boys gathered in front of him. "You sure you want that many clothes on while we're dancing?" This was Jockboy. Patrick grinned. He took off his shirt and then raised his butt to slide the trousers off. The escorts all wolf-whistled and clapped, and he took a little bow. They were all relieved that the client was not one of the old geezers who usually hired them. The striptease was magnificent. The boys writhed around one another as Miss Summer groaned out her song. Patrick remembered reading somewhere that she had had several orgasms while singing the song, but he didn't really believe that. Piece by piece, the escorts undressed each other, running their strong hands over ripped chests, backs and stomachs. Jockboy's baseball pants ripped off. Velcro. When all four of the sexy young men were down to their jockstraps, they each came over to the couch for some lap dancing. This wasn't easy, because Patrick's eight-inch cock was in full salute, but they were pros and worked their way around that. Brick actually sat down on top of Patrick's cock and let it slide into his asshole down to the very base. He wiggled his butt as Patrick pinched his nipples. It was time for the denouement. Jockstraps were removed with a flourish, and four big, juicy cocks appeared. Jesus, but they were all perfection on toast. Each of the four pricks was rock-hard (in Brick's case thanks to a dose of Viagra before coming over, because contrary to instructions, he had been unable to keep himself from rubbing out a load in the shower that afternoon). Patrick dropped to his knees, and the four hustlers gathered around him, feeding their dripping cockmeats into his mouth one after another, kissing each other while Patrick suckled on them, and enjoying the feeling of the hot lifeguard's hands on their balls and their tight asses. Spike was a confirmed top, and when Patrick was on him, he rammed his cock into the dude's slobbering mouth, face fucking him like a horny rabbit on steroids. Lance held Patrick's face so that only his big cockhead was in the mouth, and Patrick understood that the young blond guy liked having his cockhead suckled. He was happy to comply. Jockboy's cock was so big and fat that Patrick could barely get it in his mouth, but he was rewarded with a copious amount of precum and a sexy growl when he managed. Brick, in turn, had a massively fat cock and a pair of balls that seemed to hang halfway down to his knees, and Patrick had a wonderful time fondling them as he sucked on the big tool. The hustlers were urging each other on: "Shove it in there, dude!" "Let 'im have that big cock of yours!" "Fuck, he's sucking me so hot!" After 15 minutes of round-robin sucking, Patrick's cock felt like it was going to explode without him even touching it, so he raised his head to look at the four handsome faces around him, smiled and said, "Wanna give me a facial?" The hustlers were certainly up for it. Four fists took four cocks in hand, and pretty much simultaneously four pairs of balls gave up four big loads of cum. Patrick's face was quickly completely whitewashed as he gave his own big cock the couple of yanks that were needed to bring him to the mountaintop. Fuck! That was so very much what he had needed after his horny afternoon at the beach. The four young men were neat, and they joined together in licking up all of the cum that they had splashed over Patrick's handsome face. Patrick giggled, because the tongues tickled him. When that was done, the five of them repaired to Patrick's big shower, where they spent fifteen minutes fondling each other's cocks, running their hands over each other's muscular bodies, sticking their tongues in each other's mouths, and washing themselves clean. That over, Patrick paid the $500 that each of the young men had earned. He closed the door behind them, padded into the kitchen, still naked, and fixed himself a gin and tonic. He sank into an easy chair and smiled to himself. What a perfect day it had been! *** It was agreed that Kevin would sleep with Troy in his bed and David would join Lance in his. The four teens were exhausted after a day of enthusiastic bonking, and when half an hour later Jeff poked his head in the two doors, he smiled to see Kevin spooning one of his sons and Dave spooning the other. Ten minutes later, for purposes of synchronicity, he was spooning Tom in his own king-sized bed.