Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:00:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Sven Svensson Subject: Andy and the Surfer Boys, Chapter 5 Andy and the Surfer Twins Chapter 5 In our last chapter, we will recall, we met Tom, who is Troy and Lance's dad's hunky legal assistant down at the law office. Jeff, the dad, can't get enough of Tom and vice versa, and Jeff has invited Tom to come to the house to meet his sons. Let's pick up with Andy, though. Andy was having the last piece of cake that his mom had made for dessert when the phone rang. His mom went to pick it up and came back a moment later to say: "Andy, it's for you, honey. It's Taz." Andy went into the other room and picked up the receiver. "Hi!" "Hi," Taz said. "Wanna come over and sleep out in the tent in the backyard tonight? I called my mom, and she said it would be OK." "I'll ask my mom," Andy said. He covered the receiver and yelled: "Hey, mom? Taz wants me to come sleep over in a tent in his back yard tonight and his mom said it's OK, so can I, please?" His mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Of course, honey. You just make sure that you behave politely. And stop yelling, please. I'm right here." Andy grinned at her. He always behaved politely, at least in the presence of adults. He stampeded upstairs and tossed his toothbrush and a fresh pair of underwear and T-shirt in a backpack. Two minutes later he was on his bike, and three minutes later he was at Taz's house. He dumped the bike on the lawn and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and there was Taz - buck ass naked, and his wiener hard as a rock. Andy looked around nervously, but there wasn't anyone on the street. "Come on," Taz urged. "Eric's here, too." Well, duh! Eric had been there an hour before, too. Eric was on the couch, and like Taz, he was naked. Andy didn't think twice, and ten seconds later he was bare and boned, as well. "Let's have a jerkoff contest," Eric said. "See who cums fastest. You guys can't cheat, though. You haven't got sperm, so you gotta tell the truth." Taz and Andy were all set, but Eric said: "First we have to get our dicks soft so we all start from the same place." The two ten-year-olds groaned, but Eric switched the TV to CNN, which was boring, and they spent the next couple of minutes trying to forget that they were naked and in the company of two other naked boys. It wasn't easy, but eventually they got there. Eric's 14-year-old cock was soft, and Taz and Andy's 10-year-old cocks were soft. All three of them were looking anywhere except between the legs of the others. "OK," Eric said, and there was lust in his youthful voice. "Let's do it." Three young hands grabbed three young wieners, three young hands grabbed three young sets of balls, and it was off to the races. Now the three boys were free to admire each other's naked sexy bodies as they spanked their weasels and concentrated hard on being the first to get the explosion. Though actually, in fact, both Andy and Taz were holding back just a little bit, because they wanted to see Taz's cousin ejaculate his teen boy cum first. They were squished together on the couch, their naked bodies touching, and if Eric noticed that the two young boys practically had their tongues hanging out watching him masturbate, he said nothing. He was feeling just about as horny as any red-blooded American male can feel. Eric was a competitive boy at everything, and it didn't take more than a minute or two for him to start feeling twitchy, and then electrified, and then somewhere up in the air, and then his fist was a blur on his boner as his balls shot his teen cum all across his stomach and chest. Beside him, Taz and Any looked at each other, grinned, and a second later both of them were squirming around on the couch as their bodies burned in sexy preteen explosions. When they could breathe again, Taz yelled: "Let's do it again." Eric grinned at him and tousled his hair. "Let's wait a little bit," he said. Even at the age of 14, the sexual stamina doesn't operate 24/7. And lucky that he thought that, because five minutes later, when they were back in their shorts and T-shirts and watching cartoons, Taz's mother came through the door. She had cancelled her last evening class and wasn't feeling well. "Hi, Andy," she said when she came in the room. "Hi, Eric. Your mother called me to say that you'll be here for a couple of days. You're always welcome." Eric was his mother's sister's son, and his mother adored her sister. Then she tousled Taz's hair and kissed him on the forehead and made him squirm and say "Mooooooooooooooooooom! ". "I hope you boys don't want me to cook dinner tonight," she said. "How 'bout a pizza instead?" Naturally, this suggestion was met with much delight. Taz pulled the $40 that Eric's mother had given him and handed it to his mom. "Mrs. West said this was to pay for Eric's food." His mom took the money, but said: "Oh, don't be silly. What's one more mouth to feed? I'll give it back to Virginia when I see her next." There was a brief discussion about what type of pizza to get, Andy loving pepperoni, Taz preferring just cheese, but lots of it, and Eric not caring, so it was a half-pepperoni and half-cheese pizza which arrived 20 minutes later. Taz's mom poured them all glasses of milk. She wasn't about to have her son and his cousin and friend hopped up on cola when she was feeling poorly. "Boys, I think I'm going to go and lie down," she said when the pizza had been inhaled. "When your father comes home, Taz, please tell him that there's a casserole in the refrigerator that he just needs to heat up in the oven." "Are you sure he even knows how to use the oven?" Taz asked with a grin. His dad was famously absentminded about all things except his work at the university. His mother grinned back. "If he's forgotten, you'll show him, won't you? And when you go out to the tent, please try not to make a racket." She disappeared upstairs, and the three boys smiled at each other. What they were going to do in the tent wasn't going to make any racket apart from the occasional slurp or moan. *** Meanwhile, at the Edison house, Lance and Troy were beside themselves with excitement. What had happened was this: As soon as Dave O'Malley was finished with his supper, he asked to be excused and all but ran up to his room to see who had messaged him. There were two messages, one from an unknown number, and the other from Betsy. Oh, shit. She was probably wanting him to come over early for the movie so that he could watch her fuss with her hair. But no. Instead the message read: "David, I'm really, really sorry, but I met another boy, and I can't see you anymore. Let's always be friends, OK?" David felt weak with relief. What perfect timing! He texted back: "I'm sad, but I hope everything's OK for you. Yeah, let's be friends." And then he opened the other SMS. "Hey," it read. "This is Lance from the club. That was so kewl what we did. We know you've got a date tonight, but we're still on for tennis tomorrow, right? XXX" Dave grinned. "I don't have a date tonight," he wrote. "Betsy dumped my ass." The SMS came back 30 seconds later after Troy and Lance wrestled for the phone to see who was going to write the text: "That's too bad, dude. Hope we didn't mess it up for you." All Dave sent back was a smiley face. Another SMS: "Wanna come over?" "Where to?" An address. "That's on the other side of town from me. I can be there in 20 minutes???" "Kewl. Want us to be naked when you get here?" This was from Troy. "LOL." Dave felt his cock stirring in his jockstrap. Jesus, what was happening with him? Until that afternoon, it had never for a single second occurred to him that he might be sexually interested in other guys. Sure, he was OK with gays. He had known that Reginald was queer since before Reginald knew it himself, and like most kids his age, he didn't understand why people were getting their underwear in a knot about gay guys getting married. Why not? But he had never applied such thinking to himself until those two blond, blue-eyed assholes had gotten him all horny in the sauna. He had to admit to himself that he could have said no. But he also had to admit to himself that he hadn't wanted to. So he brushed his teeth, went downstairs, and told his parents that he was going out for awhile. "Where you going?" his sister asked in her insufferably whiny voice. She was 16 going on 40. "None of your business," her brother snapped. His mother frowned. "Now, David. That's no way to speak to your sister." "OK, OK," David said. "I'll be home before midnight." That was the rule. It was summer, and Dave didn't have classes to go to, but his father was adamant that he was not about to be woken up at some godforsaken hour of the morning by his son tramping through the house. David went into the garage and grabbed his bike. As he pedaled his way across town, he felt a little bit nervous and a little bit horny at the same time. He was relieved beyond belief to be rid of Betsy, and would have probably dumped her soon even if he hadn't found the joy of hot man-on-man sex, the needy, grasping bitch that she was. When he got to the address the twins had sent him, he locked his bike up to the pole of a street sign and then looked at the house. It was huge! Much bigger than the bungalow he'd grown up in. He steeled his nerves and went up to the door to push the doorbell. A second later, the door swung open, and there was one of the twins, grinning ear to ear. Whichever one it was, he was oozing sexy. Troy and Lance, in preparation for their new friend's visit, had put on their tiniest silk gym shorts and their tightest tank tops. They kept their feet bare, and they knew they looked smokin' hot. "Come in, come in," the twin said, and, seeing the question in Dave's eyes, added, "I'm Lance. You can tell me apart from Troy 'cause I've got a scar right here." He pointed above his left eyebrow, and Dave found that if he stared really hard, then yes, he could see a little white line there. "What happened?" "Troy clobbered me with a baseball bat when we were six or seven," Lance said. "I don't mind now, it's the only way to tell us apart -- I mean if we want someone to tell us apart. We usually don't." Dave followed Lance into the house and on into the living room. It was bigger than the first floor of Dave's whole house, he thought. There were paintings on the walls, the carpet was plusher than any he had ever seen before, and the TV was the biggest one that he'd ever imagined. Soft dub step music was playing in the background. Troy was sprawled out on the carpet, his back leaning against the plush sofa and his legs spread to present the big bulge that was inside his tiny silk shorts. Dave felt his heart thumping. Next thing he knew, two muscular arms were encircling him from behind, and he could feel Lance's package pushing up against his butt. Dave was wearing a pair of cutoffs with a jockstrap underneath and a T-shirt from his university. He had sneakers on with no socks. The hands massaged David's muscular chest for a while and then began to slide downward across his tight abs and onto the front of his shorts. Troy was rubbing his hand on the front of his silk while he watched. Dave felt flushed. The twins were beauty unknown, beauty strange. He had never in his life thought about another boy in a sexual way until the Edison brothers had had their way with him in the sauna, but he realized that something had turned in him. He wasn't ready to go march in a gay pride parade, no, but there wasn't any place that he wanted to be at this moment than encircled in another boy's muscular arms. He leaned his head back on Lance's shoulder and turned his head so that his face was right in Lance's face. Lance smiled at him and then dove in for a kiss. Dave found himself opening his mouth to admit the gorgeous blond boy's tongue, and when their saliva began to mix, he found it to be a heady experience. Lance's lips were firmer than Betsy's, that was for sure. And his tongue was different. Bigger. Nicer. Lance nimbly snapped open the top button of Dave's shorts, unzipped the zipper and gave the cutoffs a yank so that they dropped to the floor. "Nice jock," Troy commented from the floor. "You're a real stud, dude." Lance's hand was on the front of Dave's jock, and both boys felt their cocks bouncing to immediate and gratifying attention. The fabric was rough against Lance's hand and Dave's swollen organ. Dave reached back and touched around until Lance's tool was in his hand, the silk smooth against the palm of his hand, and the object inside it so very interesting, so very nice. Lance purred in his ear. "Me first, me first," Troy yelped, and the next thing Dave knew was Troy down on his knees in front of him, his tiny silk shorts lost somewhere along the way from the couch, and Troy was pulling down his jockstrap, and his cock was slapping up against his hard stomach, and then his cock was in Troy's hand, and then his cock was in Troy's mouth, and Jesus, Mary and Joseph, but David Seamus O'Malley grabbed firmer hold of Lance's prick underneath the sexy silk behind him, and he let himself go into the wonderful world of having another dude suck you off. Plus it was the brother of the guy who was still grinding his boner into his hand behind him. How awesome was that? He had two of them! Lance didn't stay in position too long. Now that Dave's shorts and jockstrap were down around his ankles, Lance didn't lose a second in getting rid of his own shorts for easier access to his raging cock, and he got down on his knees, and he buried his face in David O'Malley's hard Irish ass cheeks. His tongue lapped at the college boy's asshole, and Dave started to feel like he was about to explode into a million pieces. So he pulled his cock out of Troy's mouth with a pop, and he gently pushed Lance away from his bunghole, and he said: "Dudes. I wanna do those things for you, too." The twins looked at each other excitedly. "What do you want to do first?" Dave looked at each of them, and he knew what he had to say: "I wanna suck your cocks if that's OK with you." Lance grinned at him. "Dude, if you've got that boner for us, you can believe that we've got our boners for you. Help yourself." Betsy flashed into Dave's mind for one half of a second, because before the sauna that afternoon, she was the last one who experienced his orgasm. But he knew the second one was with these guys, these two unbelievably sexy and identical guys who were getting off on him as much as he was getting off on them. David Seamus O'Malley, 19 years old, heretofore officially heterosexual in the eyes of God and church and his family and his school and his friends, including Reginald, declared to himself on all that was holy that there was nothing he wanted more than to suck the cocks of the Edison twins. And maybe lick their asses, too if it was OK with them. And he did. Dave slobbered over Lance and Tory's big twin cocks as the twins held each other in their arms and kissed passionately. Dave went back and forth, using his tongue to rasp across dangling ball sacs, tease erect cocks, tickle tight assholes. Dave's cock was so hard that he could hardly prey it off his six-pack stomach, but he didn't wanna anyway, 'cause he wanted to get the twins to cum so bad that he was going to wait until they did. Troy and Lance understood what he was doing. He wasn't the first straight boy who went all starry eyed looking at the two of them. They knew that the boy in question desperately wanted to whack off looking at the two of 'em naked and muscled and identical and blond, but he wanted them to do it first. And so Troy Edison blasted his load into David O'Malley's mouth, pumping the full contents of his balls straight down his throat. And then Lance Edison yanked Dave's head off of his brother's dick, rammed his one in, face fucked the young Irishman for five seconds, and then released a torrent of cum to join his twin's semen on David's tongue and throat. But the twins weren't about to let David O'Malley celebrate his official arrival in the world of hard-bodied boys who are so fucking much more interesting than whiny girls just by jacking himself off. Lance and Troy fell on him like white on rice, and for the next four minutes and thirty seconds the boy who had once thought that god would strike him dead for rubbing his hard cock at night in bed experienced the most ecstatic feelings of his entire nineteen years. He could not believe how good the twins' mouths felt. He could not believe how good the twins' cocks felt. He could not believe how fucking awesome the two boys were when they teamed up to suck him to a climax that caused David to rise about six fucking miles up in the air as his balls expelled he cum that they had wanted to spurt out in a fag situation, only they hadn't been allowed to do so. Dave cummed and fucking cummed, and he groaned and he roared and after his cock had spurted the last of the eleven money shots that it had to give, he passionately kissed Lance, and he passionately kissed Troy, and he was more in love and lust than he had ever been, ever, ever been before. And at that moment the key hit the front door of the house. We'll continue in the next chapter. Same Cum Time. Same Cum Channel.