Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2014 06:16:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: MITCH AND THE GYPSY BOYS

Mitch and the Gypsy Boys


This is a story about three teenagers having sex, one of them for the first
time.  If that's not your cup of tea, read something else, but always
remember that fantasy can be just as good as, if not better than real life.
Enjoy!


Mitch was feeling twitchy, restless and bored.  It was the last week of
summer vacation, and he was home alone, because his parents were off at
work.  He had had a couple of hot dogs and a Coke for lunch, watched some
TV, surfed around on the Internet for a little bit, but nothing held his
attention.  Mitch was three weeks shy of his sixteenth birthday, a good
looking kid with short brown hair, big brown eyes, and a body that was
quickly becoming ripped, because the coach of his high school's swim team
had kept his boys in shape during the whole summer, both with endless laps
in the pool and in the weight room.  It was only during this last week that
the team had a break, and Mitch didn't much care for that because it mean
that he wasn't going to be in the pool and then the locker room with two
dozen other boys, some of the time with them in their swimsuits and the
nice bulges which their cocks created, and some of the time naked as the
day they were born in the showers.  Mitch had a mental picture of every
single cock that hung between the swimmers' legs, from the freshmen with
their cute, barely post-pubescent pricks and right on up to the seniors
with their big muscle hogs and swinging balls.  Every night Mitch got in
bed and put his hand between his thighs to massage his six-inch prick to
orgasm while fantasizing about his teammates at least being next to him in
bed, whacking off with him, if not something more.  In all his fifteen
years, eleven months and eight days, Mitch had never been in the presence
of another boy with a boner, let alone touched it or put it in his mouth or
taken up inside his ass.  He knew that all of those things could be done
because he had seen pictures on the Internet, and if he threw his legs over
his head and concentrated, he could suck his own cockhead, but that wasn't
the same as having another hard-bodied teenager next to him and just as
horny as he was.

There was nothing to do but head over to the public pool that was six
blocks from Mitch's house.  The pool would be crowded beyond belief because
it was hot outside, but it had a dedicated lane for more serious swimmers,
and maybe that wouldn't be too full.  Matt went up to his bedroom, stripped
off his gym shorts and underwear, and pulled on a pair of Speedos.  They
were a little bit tight on him.  Mitch was a hale and hearty teenager, 5'5
now, but growing by what his exasperated mother claimed was one inch a
week, and putting on bulk because of all of the swimming and weightlifting.
Mitch looked down at himself and saw a nice bulge which seemed to be saying
"Hey, dude, wanna play?"  But he didn't want to jack off right then.  It
was already 2:30, and his mom would be home around 5:30 to fix dinner.
Dinner was always a family thing for Mitch's family.  Everyone at the
dining room table with proper dishes and silverware, and Mitch's father
leading the discussion of current events in which Mitch was equally
required to take part.  His dad was a history professor at the local
university and was insistent that his sole offspring do all of his homework
and pay close attention in class, because anything lower than a B on a
report card would get Professor Moriarty, as Mitch thought of him, very
upset.  Apart from algebra, which gave him nightmares, Mitch had pulled
down straight A's during the second semester of his sophomore year.  He was
a good boy, and besides, he knew that good grades might get him a
scholarship to a university that specialized in swimming.  He wasn't
setting the world on fire in the pool yet, but Coach was constantly pushing
him, he was getting better day by day, and at the state championship
downstate two weeks before his sophomore year ended, he had taken second
place in the 200 free, only behind a Wunderkind from a small farm town who
was already being discussed as a medal winner at the Rio Olympics in 2016.

Mitch was wearing a ratty old high school T-shirt and decided to change
that, too, to a sleeveless T that he had.  A pair of old gym shoes, no
socks, completed the look.  He trotted downstairs, set the alarm system and
banged out the door.  His bike was on the lawn, where it was at all times
when his parents weren't nagging him to bring it inside.  Five minutes
later he was at the pool.

There were maybe a dozen people in the locker room when Mitch got there.
Mr. Stephenson, who ran the local pharmacy, with his sons, whose names
Mitch could never remember, but were too young to be of interest to him
anyway.  A couple of teenagers horsing around and being noisy.  And in the
corner, two boys who were keeping to themselves and quietly changing into
their swimsuits.  They looked to be maybe fourteen and twelve.  They had
jet black hair and dark, exotic eyes, and when the older one pulled down
the shorts he was wearing, Mitch gulped, because the cock that emerged was
surprisingly big for a kid like that, fat and bulbous, with the big
cockhead peeking out a foreskin.  A low-hanging pair of balls accompanied
the cock, which was surrounded by a jungle of hair as black as that on the
boy's head.  Mitch couldn't help but stare, and when he looked up, the boy
was looking back at him with a small smile on his face.  Mitch quickly
turned away, feeling himself blush.  He was usually careful about not
letting other boys notice that he was spying on them.  He pulled off his
sleeveless T and kicked off his gym shoes, put them in a locker, locked it,
and put the key with its rubber elastic around his ankle.  He was good to
go.

Mitch went out into the shower area.  As always, showers mandatory before
entering the pool, but no requirement to strip naked, drat the luck.  Mitch
spent exactly seven seconds under the streaming water.  He had some
swimming to do.

When he emerged into the dazzling sunshine, the deck around the pool was
teeming with kids.  Mitch understood that it was mandatory rest time, which
was called for ten minutes every hour.  He looked up at the clock.  2:57.
Three more minutes.  Mitch padded over to the lane for serious swimmers,
ready to dive in as soon as the lifeguard blew her whistle.  A part of
Mitch's brain was sorry about the fact that the lifeguard was a she,
because some of the older teenagers who sat up in the chair in their board
shorts and sunglasses were all that and a bag of chips as far as he was
concerned.  He was always hoping to see the tip of a big teenage cock
peeking out of one of the leg holes of the shorts, but no such luck.

Mitch more felt than saw the presence of someone standing next to him.  He
turned his head, and it was the black-haired boy from the locker room.  The
younger boy was nowhere to be seen.  The black-haired boy was wearing a
baggy pair of shorts, and his bare torso looked wiry, but somehow strong.

"Hello," the dark-haired boy said.  "My name Gyorgy."  He was speaking with
a heavy accent.  The boy stuck out a hand and Mitch shook it.  The kid's
paw was surprisingly large, as his cock had been.

"Mitch," Mitch said.  "You're not from around here, are you?"

The boy looked at him quizzically.  "Sorry, I no speak lotta English."

"Do you live here," Mitch said, carefully enunciating the words and
pointing to the ground as if the boy actually lived at the swimming pool.
"I mean, here in Falls Grove?"

Gyorgy broke out in a dazzling smile.  "Yes," he said.  "Falls Grove.  I
lives Falls Grove.  Family live Falls Grove."


"Where did you live before?"

The boy pondered the question and then lit up again.  "Romania," he said,
pronouncing the middle "a" as in "car."  "Europa."

Mitch was glad that he had paid attention in geography class.  He knew that
Romania was in Eastern Europe.  A pretty big country, he thought.

"Cool," he said.  "I've lived here all my life."

The boy nodded, and Mitch wasn't sure whether he'd understood.  Right at
that moment the lifeguard blew her whistle, and immediately there was a
massive splashing sound as kids dove right back in.  The good swimmer lane
remained empty.  Gyorgy poked Mitch on the shoulder, pointed at himself,
pointed at Mitch, and then pointed at the pool.  "I fast," he said.
"Swimming?"

Mitch had to grin.  The kid was good looking, and his bad English and heavy
accent somehow made him even more charming.  "OK," he said.  "I'll race
you."

Gyorgy thought for a moment and then mimed the butterfly stroke with a
question in his eyes.  Mitch shook his head and mimicked freestyle
swimming.  The boy shrugged and nodded.  They took their positions on the
edge of the pool, and Mitch, again not knowing whether his new friend would
understand, counted down – three, two, one, GO!  Apparently Gyorgy had a
command of those three numbers and the word "go," because he was right
there with Mitch diving into the pool, making hardly a splash as his body
knifed into the water.  Mitch came up to start swimming and saw that Gyrogy
was still underwater, and then the boy emerged like a barracuda.  Holy cow,
he was five feet ahead of Mitch!  Mitch dug in as hard as he could.  No way
was this pipsqueak going to beat the silver medalist from the state
championships, but Gyorgy seemed to know when Mitch was speeding up and did
the same.  He made the turn at the end of the pool one or two seconds ahead
of Mitch.

On the way back to the front of the pool, Mitch drew closer and closer to
Gyorgy, but it was the Romanian boy's hand that touched the edge first.
When Mitch raised his head, Gyorgy pointed to the other end of the pool,
and off he went for another lap.  Mitch kicked hard against the wall.  This
was getting to be too much!  This time he found his rhythm better than
before, and this time it was he who made the turn at the far end first, but
Gyorgy kept up with him stroke by stroke, and once again pulled ahead by a
nano-inch to touch the wall.

The two boys stood at the end of the pool shaking their heads to get the
water out and panting.  When Mitch could speak again, he gasped "Where did
you learn to swim like that?"

Gyorgy looked at him with his black eyes.  "I fast," he said again.

"Yeah, but where did you learn?"

"He doesn't understand," a voice said from above them.  Mitch looked up,
squinting because of the bright sunlight.  It was the younger of the two
boys.  His hair was wet, and he was wearing the same kind of loose shorts
that Gyorgy had on.

"Gyorgy only got here last week," the boy said.  He had a bit of an accent,
but not much of one.  "I've been here for a couple of years, living with my
aunt and uncle.  My brother's only here for two weeks, after that he's
going back home."

"Why are you living here, then?"

"Life is very hard in Romania," the boy said.  "My family, we're the Roma,
and lots of Romanians hate us."

"Roma?  What's that?"

"Gypsies.  We're Gypsies."

"Wow!  I don't think I've ever met a Gypsy before!"

The boy started jabbering in a language that Mitch didn't understand, and
then both he and his brother laughed.  Gyorgy said something in reply, and
then he younger boy said, "He's not surprised.  We don't think there are
many Roma in America, at least not here in Falls Grove.  Well, except for
my aunt and uncle, but they've lived here like forever."

And at that moment a hand touched the front of Mitch's Speedo.  Mitch
almost jumped out of his skin and moved away so that his back hit the
divider between the lanes.  Gyorgy was looking at him with innocent eyes,
but they were sparkling.  He said something to his brother in his own
language, and then the brother knelt down at the side of the pool and
whispered, "He says he saw you looking at him in the locker room."

Mitch felt himself turning red.

"It's OK," the boy continued.  "He didn't mind."  More jabbering.  "Gyorgy
says he likes you."

Mitch didn't know what to think, but he suddenly realized that he was going
to have to stay in the pool for a bit, because the bulge in his Speedos was
expanding rapidly.  He hesitated for a bit and then took a step back toward
Gyorgy.  The boy smiled at him, and the hand reappeared on the front of
Mitch's swimsuit.  More jabbering.

"Gyorgy thinks you like him, too," the boy on the edge of the pool said.
Mitch steeled his nerves and reached out his own hand.  It bumped up
against Gyorgy's shorts, and there was a steel rod in there.  Oh, geez!
Mitch felt his heart pounding as if it was preparing to leap out of his
chest.  More jabbering.

"Gyorgy says that if you want, you can come over to my aunt and uncle's
house," the boy said.  "They're not home and won't be until late."

Gyorgy's hand disappeared from Mitch's crotch and he pointed at the far end
of the pool.  "Swim," he said.

And they were off again.  This time Mitch kept pace with the Romanian
teenager, they turned together, and they were pretty much shoulder to
shoulder all the way back to the front end of the swimming pool.  Instead
of touching the wall, though, Gyorgy did the somersault and pushed off once
again.  That caught Mitch by surprise, and he fought hard to catch up, but
it was too late.  When Gyorgy did touch the wall again, he had a second and
a half to watch Mitch coming after him.

Jabbering.  "Gyrogy says he doesn't have a boner anymore," the boy said.
"So he can get out of the pool now."

Mitch realized that his dick was flaccid, too.  The thought of going to
this boy's house and maybe seeing him naked flashed into his mind, but he
pushed it away.  If he got an erection again, he would have to stay in the
pool.

The two teenagers pulled themselves out of the pool.  Without looking at
each other and silently, they went back into the clubhouse.  The shower
area was crowded, and they rinsed off at opposite ends.  In the locker
room, they each went to their own locker.  Mitch didn't have anything other
than his Speedo to wear, but he pulled his muscle-T over his head.  The
swimsuit would dry quickly.  When he looked over at the other end of the
locker room, Gyorgy had a pair of jeans on, and he was putting on a dress
shirt that looked more like something you would wear with a suit than on a
hot summer day at the pool.  He buttoned it all the way up to his throat,
too.  The brother looked more appropriate in a pair of cutoff jeans and a
T-shirt that read "Roma, not Roman."

Gyorgy and his brother came over to Mitch.  Gyorgy pointed at the younger
boy and said "Emilian." The boy stuck out his hand, and Mitch shook it.

"Mitch," he said.  "Nice to meet you."

The boy grinned at him.  "Nice to meet you, too." He dropped his voice and
added, "Gyorgy isn't the only one who thinks you're hot."

Mitch felt himself coloring again.  What a sassy kid!

The three of them went through the turnstile and out into the blazing sun.
Mitch went to his bike, and the two Roma boys followed him.

"We just live a couple of blocks from here," Emilian said.  "You can walk
with us if that's OK."

So Mitch, his stomach so full of butterflies that he thought he was going
to barf right then and there, unlocked his bike and followed the brothers.
They were jabbering away in their own language again, and Mitch wondered
what they were talking about, particularly when he caught the word
"Meeeetch" in something that Gyorgy said.

The house they arrived at five minutes later was small, but looked
perfectly well kept.  Emilian fished a key out of his pocket, unlocked the
front door, and led the way inside.  "You want a Coke?"

"Um, yeah," Mitch said.  "Sure."

The boy disappeared further into the house.  Mitch and Gyorgy stood in the
front hall, and then the Romanian boy surprised Mitch again by pulling his
head forward and planting a kiss on his lips.  Then he leaned his head back
and looked into Mitch's eyes.  The boy's black eyes were sparkling again,
and there was something a little bit devilish in them.

Emilian reappeared with three cans of Coke and handed one to Gyrogy and one
to Mitch.  "This will sure hit the spot," he said.  "It's so hot outside,
and my aunt and uncle are too cheap to get an air conditioner."  It was,
indeed, hot and stuffy inside the house.

More jabbering.

"Gyorgy says that we'd all be more comfortable if we took our clothes off,"
Emilian reported.  Mitch gulped, suddenly more nervous than he had ever
been before.  Gyorgy had touched his dick inside his Speedo and had kissed
him.  Mitch had never done anything like that in his life.  What was he
supposed to do?

But the two brothers were already stripping down.  Gyorgy unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled it off, once again showing his muscles.  Emilian yanked
off his T-shirt, unbuttoned his cutoffs and let them drop.  Mitch's heart
gave a skip.  The kid wasn't wearing any underwear, and there was his cock,
maybe three inches long and covered in foreskin.  There was some hair
around Emilian's genitals, but not much.  He quickly turned way.  He didn't
want to get a boner, especially if he was expected to strip down, too.

Now both brothers were naked and were looking at him expectantly, so Mitch
shrugged internally, pulled off his T and then pulled down his Speedo.
Gyorgy took him by the hand, and Mitch realized with embarrassment that he
was sweating like a hog.  His hand was slippery.  The Roma boy led him into
the living area and to a couch where they both sat down, Mitch making sure
that no part of him was touching any part of Gyorgy.  He wasn't going to be
taking the lead on this.  He didn't know how.  He took a sip of his Coke,
and it went down the wrong hatch, making him cough and sputter.  Gyorgy
thumped him on the back so hard that Mitch almost fell off the couch, but
it made the coughing stop.  He leaned back and gave Gyorgy a smile of
appreciation.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," Gyorgy replied, and he and his brother laughed.

"No problem is one of the words he's learned since he's been here," Emilian
explained.  He says `no problem' about everything."

Mitch stole a glance at Gyorgy's crotch and then quickly looked away.  Holy
moly!  The dick between his legs looked like it belonged on a grown man,
not on a ...

"How old are you guys anyway?"

"I'm almost thirteen," Emilian said.  "Gyorgy's fifteen."

"Cool.  I'm fifteen, too."

Jabbering.

"Gyorgy wants to know when your birthday is."

"Next month, actually.  September fourth."

Jabbering.

"Gyorgy says you're a Virgo, and he's a Scorpio," Emilian said.  "He says
Virgos and Scorpios get along well."

Mitch didn't know what to say to that.  Somewhere in his head he'd always
been a little bit embarrassed at being in a sign which was represented by a
virgin lady.

Jabbering.

"Gyorgy wants to know whether you want to ... um, mess around with him,"
the younger boy said.  "If you don't mind, I wanna play, too."  He took his
dick in his hand and shook it a little bit.  Once again Mitch felt himself
turning red, and to his horror he felt his own cock starting to respond to
the stimulus.  He desperately tried to think of something, anything, to
keep himself from springing a boner, but it was no use.  Mitch had an
erection to pound nails.

Jabbering.  No translation this time, and all of a sudden Gyorgy bent over,
took Mitch's cock in his big hand and inhaled it into his mouth.  Every
nerve in Mitch's body exploded at the feeling of the wet, warm enclosure in
which his erect penis had suddenly found itself, and a second later Mitch
was gasping, and his balls were exploding into Gyorgy's mouth.  Oh, fuck!

The Roma boy kept his mouth on Mitch's dick until the last drop of spunk
was out, and then he sat up, a bit of cum dripping out of one corner of his
mouth which he captured with his tongue, and his black eyes were looking at
Mitch with something between interest and amusement.

Mitch felt as if he was going to cry.  "I'm so sorry," he said.  "I didn't
mean to ..."

Jabbering.

"Gyorgy says that's OK," Emilian said.  "He guesses you really like him."

Mitch felt that if the earth opened up and he sank into it, he would be
happy.  His face was burning.  "I mean, it's just that I never ... um
... like I never did that before."

Jabbering.

"Gyorgy doesn't believe you.  He says you're too good looking to be a real
Virgo virgin."

At that moment, the older of the brothers took Mitch's hand and put it on
his own dick.  The big cock felt like it was on fire, it was so hot, and it
was silky and smooth and veiny.  Mitch took it in his hand, and it
immediately responded, growing longer and fatter, longer and fatter, and
then Mitch was holding something that resembled ... he cast around in his
mind for an apt comparison ... a zucchini or something like that.  In the
chair opposite the couch, Emilian had his legs spread and his perfect
erection between his fingers.  Mitch's cock gave a twitch, and it was clear
that it had decided that its owner was good for another go.  Soon all three
dicks in the room were at full throttle.

Emilian hopped off his chair, walked around the coffee table and leaned
down to take Mitch's boner in his hand.  "Go ahead," he said.  "Give my
brother a blowjob."

Mitch looked up at the preteen and felt ashamed.  "I don't know how," he
mumbled.

Emilian took his hand off of Mitch's swollen boner.  "It's easy," he said.
"Watch."

Mitch watched as Emilian got down on his knees between his brother's legs,
bent forward, and then nearly half of the older boy's massive tool was
inside his mouth.  There were loud slurping sounds, and Emilian was moving
his head up and down while holding the bottom of the engorged tool.

After a minute, the boy raised his head, the corners of his mouth dripping
with saliva.  "That's how you do it," he said.  "Come on, you can do it."

Mitch stood up, his boner nearly pointing at the ceiling.  This was the
moment that he had been waiting for ever since the day that he had first
found that by rubbing his fingers on his wiener he could make himself feel
real good – a discovery that was quickly followed by the realization
that the process was faster and even better if he thought about his male
classmates while he masturbated.  He took the sideways step that was
necessary, looked down at Gyorgy, who was looking up at him, took a deep
breath, and got down on his knees.  The big cock smelled musky, and when
Mitch took the base in his hand, his fingers barely reached around.  He
lowered his head and licked the part of the cockhead that was peeking out
from its sheath of foreskin.  A drop of liquid appeared which Mitch, being
no neophyte even if he was entirely unexperienced in sex, recognized as
precum.  He opened his mouth and put Gyorgy's dick on his tongue.  It
tasted a little bit salty, but jiminy crickets, he was actually taking
another boy's dick inside his mouth!  His head moved down and down and then
down some more, and then the big tool was banging against the back of his
throat and he was choking.  He yanked his head back and sputtered.

Jabbering.

"You need to go slow," Emilian said from behind Mitch.  "That's what
happened to me the first time I sucked him, too."

The thought of the young boy coaxing cum out of his older brother's balls
with his tongue and his mouth made Mitch's cock jump.  He took another deep
breath and went back to work.  This time he was careful not to go too deep,
and he received a little thrill when he pulled back on Gyorgy's foreskin
and gave the big bulbous cockhead some suckling, thus earning a sigh of
unadulterated pleasure from the Gypsy boy.  Gyorgy's hand appeared on the
top of Mitch's head, and he stroked his hair, murmuring something in his
own language.

Behind him, Mitch heard the coffee table being moved, and a second later a
tongue touched his asshole.  That made him jump, but Emilian's tongue
stayed where it was and began to lap up and down Mitch's ass crack.  The
feeling was astonishing.  He refocused on the tool that was in his hand and
mouth and found that if he breathed deeply and evenly, he could get even
more of Gyorgy's appendage into himself.  The murmuring above him became
more intense, and Mitch did his very best at making the big cock that was
the first he had ever sucked feel as good as it possibly could.  The hand
that was stroking his hair felt wonderful, as did the tongue that was
continuingly tickling his asshole and lapping at his ass crack.  Mitch
didn't even think about touching his own boner, lest he cum too quickly
once again.  He wanted the moment to last forever.

The tongue on Mitch's ass disappeared, and he felt a cool breeze on his
asshole.  Then, suddenly, there was a wet finger sliding across his
bunghole, and before Mitch knew what was happening, the finger was inside
his butt.  His asshole clenched involuntarily, and he heard a murmur of
approval from Emilian behind him.

"Is that OK?" he heard the boy say, and he mumbled that yeah, it actually
was OK.  Mitch had experimented with his own fingers up there a few times
while masturbating and found that it actually made the orgasm better.

Emilian said something in his own language, and Gyorgy said something in
return, and then Emilian said, "Would it be alright if I fucked you?"

Mitch gulped.  A finger was one thing, but another boy's dick?  Apparently
Emilian was not one to wait around, though, because the next thing Mitch
heard was the sound of him spitting, and a second after that the tip of the
young boy's penis pushed through the walls of Mitch's tight, virgin
asshole.  Mitch gave a gasp.  It hurt a little bit.  But Emilian slowly and
carefully continued to push his boner, now a bit more than four inches long
in, and then his crotch bumped up against Mitch's ass.  He could feel the
pubic hair on his ass cheeks.

"Still OK?"  But again without waiting for an answer – and what kind of
answer could Mitch give anyway, given that his mouth was full? – Emilian
began to slide his erect Roma boy cock in and out.  Mitch redoubled his
efforts on Gyorgy's huge tool, making as much spit as he could to lube up
the fat joint.  The amount of precum that was leaking out of the teenager's
balls was turning into a torrent, and Mitch just kept on swallowing and
swallowing.  He was dizzy with the experience.  An hour before he had never
even touched another boy sexually, and now he was sucking off one, and the
other was fucking him.  Mitch's bunghole relaxed, and he realized that he
was enjoying his deflowering.

Emilian reached under and grabbed Mitch's screaming erection in his fist,
but Mitch pushed his hand away.  He had been on the brink of a second
orgasm since the moment Gyorgy's massive Romanian dick had entered his
mouth, and he was not about to cum first a second time.  Emilian's hand
returned to his hipbone and squeezed as the speed of the penis that was
drilling for oil in Mitch's butt increased exponentially.

The breathing of the two sexy brothers was becoming ragged.  Mitch took
another deep breath, steeled himself, and lowered his face even further
onto the massive animal that was throbbing in his mouth.  There!  His nose
was in Gyorgy's curlies!  From newbie to pro in ten minutes, Mitch thought,
and he was delighted that Gyorgy was moaning and growling something in the
language that he spoke.  "Da," he was groaning.  "Da, da!" And then
something else.

Emilian said something behind Mitch, and Gyorgy again said "Da," and then
two things happened at once.  A blast of cum rocketed into Mitch's tight
asshole, irrigating the insides, and a lava of cum erupted into his mouth
as Gyorgy bucked his hips and held his head in both big hands.  Mitch had
the presence of mind to masturbate the thick shaft of the Gypsy's dick as
his balls released their voluminous contents into his mouth.  The amount
was almost enough to make him choke, but he just kept licking and sucking
and swallowing, licking and sucking and swallowing.  He knew that he would
be masturbating to the memory of this situation until he lived to be one
hundred years old and even if he never sucked another boy again.

Emilian's dick disappeared from Mitch's asshole, which suddenly felt empty,
and he could feel Gyorgy's ginormous tool deflating in his mouth.  Gyorgy
raised Mitch's head in his hands, leant forward, and put his lips on
Mitch's lips.  Gyorgy's tongue poked into Mitch's mouth, and Mitch melted
into the teenager.  Their tongues touched and said hi to each other and
then did battle, Mitch still with Gyorgy's cock in his hand, and Gyorgy's
big hands on either side of his head as if he wanted to swallow Mitch
whole.

When they finally came up for air, Gyorgy's eyes were sparkling and
devilish again.  Without taking his eyes off of Mitch, he said something,
and Emilian laughed.

"Gyorgy says that now we're going to show you how Gypsies take care of guys
who are nice to them."

Gyorgy stood up and pulled Mitch to a standing position under his armpits.
Mitch's boner pressed against Gyorgy's crotch as they hugged.  And then,
surprising Mitch, Gyorgy picked him up in his arms as if he were a baby,
carried him straight across the room and then right up the stairs.  At the
top of the landing, Gyorgy kicked open a door.  It was a bedroom, and Mitch
found himself deposited on a bed that was a total mess of blankets and
sheets and clothes and what not, but it was automatically the best bed in
the world to be in, he knew that for a natural fact.

For the next twenty minutes, the two Gypsy brothers drove Mitch near to
total insanity by licking every inch of his body and using their hands to
pet and knead and massage and stroke.  Again and again they brought him to
the razor-thin edge between just boned and spurting sperm into the
atmosphere, and each time they stopped to continue with their licking and
their kissing and their petting and their stroking.  Emilian's dick
appeared on Mitch's lips, and he opened his mouth greedily.  Gyorgy's huge
cock was rubbed across his face as Mitch kept his mouth open and his tongue
out to get another taste of it.  And then, finally, Gyorgy swallowed
Mitch's record-breaking erection, Emilian took both of Mitch's balls in his
mouth and rolled them around with his tongue, and for the next two or three
minutes Mitch gasped, Mitch twitched, Mitch thrashed around on the bed, and
then Mitch gave a roar that encompassed all of the years of frustration
that he had gone through between first realizing that he wanted to be naked
with another boy and then actually doing it.  He felt as if he was cumming
for half an hour, Gyorgy's lips clamped firmly around his spurting cock and
Emilian lapping away at his balls for all he was worth.  Mitch's body felt
as if it were both on fire and made of steel at that moment as his balls
released the last of their contents.

Gyorgy took his mouth off of Mitch's deflating dick and scooted up to put
his face in Mitch's face.  Their mouths opened, and Mitch felt some of his
own cum leaking into his mouth.  He grabbed Gyorgy by the back of the head
and kissed him like he was Romeo and Gyorgy was ... well, definitely not
Juliet.  Maybe Mercutio.  He felt Emilian's naked little body crawling up
his own muscular frame, and then the younger brother's face was in his
face, too.

When they came up for air after five minutes, there was some more
jabbering, and then Emilian said, "Gyorgy hopes that he'll see more of you
before he goes back home."

Mitch laughed.  "He's seen all of me already!"

Emilian translated for his brother, and Gyorgy lightly slapped Mitch on the
cheek, saying something in Romanian.

"Gyorgy says that you know what he means," Emilian reported.  Mitch looked
into the Roma boy's deep, dark eyes and wanted to dive in and swim in them.

"I know," he said.  "Tell Gyorgy every day.  Every day, and I don't even
want him to go back home."

Emilian translated the reply, and Gyorgy smiled.  He bent down for another
kiss, and Mitch's whole world dissolved into magical wonderfulness once
again.

After a little bit he looked at the alarm clock that was on the side table.
Oh, shit!  It was 5:25!  His mom would expect him home in five minutes.

He jumped out of the bed.  "Sorry, guys, but I have to go."

Emilian went to the desk, rummaged around, and came up with a pen and a
scrap of paper.  He scribbled and then handed it over.  "This is mobile
number," he said.  "Call us anytime.  Gyorgy's gonna be here until next
Friday."

Mitch stuck the number behind the waistband of his Speedo.  The last week
of summer vacation was going to be great!