Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2023 13:08:36 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: The Gay Boys of Brumfeld - Chapter 2 The Gay Boys of Brumfeld This story is an original work of gay fiction with passages of text relating to teen and tween boys. None of the people or events are real. While some of the town names used may be real, any other geographic references (school, events) are purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. This story depicts sexual situations between minor males. If reading this is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, you are reading at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, Lee R Wilson, and shall not be reproduced and/or re-posted without his permission. Story ©2023 Lee R Wilson. If you enjoy this or the other stories here, why not donate to keep the fun alive? Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ The gang: Virgil Caine - 14 Sam Lassiter - 13 Bobby Lassiter - 11 Scott Willis - 13 Tim Thomason - 11 Art Lamonica - 12 Seth Milton - 12 Other supporting characters: Allison Willis - 10 Steven Lassiter - 17 Tommy Thomason - 16 Winston Carter - 16 Pete Willis - 17 From Chapter 1 Seth Christmas break starts Thursday the 23rd. But since the flight leaves at 9:45 PM, we're leaving Wednesday night. Mom drops me and my suitcase off at Art's after lunch since it was a half day at school. Erie is a little closer, but Art's dads got a better deal out of Pittsburgh. Probably only 15 or 20 minutes further away. We leave a couple hours after I get there. And we're freaking going in style. A limo drives up, everything gets loaded up and we're on our way. We get to the airport, get all our baggage checked since we still have over two hours before we can board the plane so we get dinner in a place called Buford's kitchen. After dinner we wait in the security screening line. It moves pretty quickly for the number of people there. Finally we're at the gate. I'm mesmerized watching all the activity out the window. Loading and unloading luggage, people guiding planes in and out, planes taking off and landing. Did I mention that I've never flown before. Yeah, I guess it IS obvious. They start the boarding and we get on right away. We're in freaking first class! I figured Art's dads were financially comfortable based on the size of their house, but first class almost halfway around the world had to have cost a fortune. "Wow, I didn't expect to be in first class. This is really cool." "Overnight flights are pretty brutal in coach. This way, we all still get a decent night's sleep aren't zombies when we get to Milan. Besides, Winston got a pretty big settlement from when his parents were killed." "Oh, geez. I didn't know that. I'm sorry. Is it rude to ask what happened?" "No, and thanks. But this is not the proper place to discuss it. When we're alone somewhere I'll be happy to share the story with you Seth." "OK. I'll leave that up to you." CHAPTER 2 - A Little Italy, But More Brumfeld. After what feels like 3 days on planes, we finally land in Milan. Dad Lou says once we get out of the airport it's about a 15 minute drive to Mezzate, where he grew up and his parents still live. We get to the house and the Lamonicas are waiting at the front door. Mr. L. called when we were leaving the airport so they'd only have a few more minutes to wait. There's a lot of Italian going back and forth, too fast for me to grab even one word I've already learned. I hear my name and look at Mr. L. "Seth, can you say hello to my parents?" "Si. Salve Signor e Signora Lamonica." "Aaaa, molto bene maestro Seth. (very good master Seth) We speak English now for Seth and Signore Winston, eh?" A pair of 'grazie' responses from Mr. S. and me. (thank you - if it's not obvious. I'll skip most of the Italian from this point. Too many translations ruin readability.) "Well, come in, come in. Let's not stand on the street like a bunch of beggars." "Warning guys. If she wants us to come in right away, prepare for a mountain of food." "Aah, Luigi, would I force food on you the minute you got here?" "Yes. But I'd expect nothing less." We go inside and I'm assaulted by so many different smells my stomach growls loudly. Fortunately Mi dispiace (I'm sorry) is one of the first phrases Art and Mr. L. taught me. "See Luigi? I knew the young boys would like food soon." "True. I don't believe I've ever seen them pass up a meal." "Dad. We're almost teenagers. It's practically a requirement." We sit down to a veritable feast. I don't know what half the food is on the table, but it all looks delicious. There's a tube shaped pasta. It looks like ziti but it's fatter. I'm told it's rigatoni. There are these tubes of stuffed meat, beef I suppose, they tell me it's Braciole (BRAH-zhole). A couple different breads and more. I want to try everything, but there's just too much. One of each is enough for two or three meals, even for a growing boy. Art and I decide to share some of everything and we still feel like we need to be rolled out of the kitchen. We head to the sitting room, and the adults have some kind of coffee. I took a sip and couldn't stop myself from making a face. Fortunately the Lamonicas expected it and weren't upset. They actually laughed. I've tried American coffee before. I don't like it much, but it didn't taste like dog shit mixed with mud. We talk for a while, I tell them some about myself, trying not to be too negative. My self-confidence has improved since I met Art and the other guys, but I'm still a little shy around new people. The Lamonicas are so open and friendly, they make you feel like part of the family right away, so I'm able to open up a little. After a while I try to stifle a yawn but am unsuccessful. I don't know what time it is back home, but it's almost 8 PM here. Dad L and his mom have a short conversation in Italian. I hear Art's name, my name, Mr. S's name, then the word for bedroom (letta), so I conclude they're discussing sleeping arrangements. I also hear a word that sounds like a kind of car, finazatti or something like that. Art looks like someone just gave him a wedgie, so I'm thinking it's not a car. He leans in close and whispers to me. "She just asked if we were boyfriends like my dads. Dad hesitated, but basically said yes." "Is that bad?" "I don't know. We just have to wait." The Italian conversation breaks up. "I guess you understood enough of that Arturo, by the look on your and Seth's faces. Don't worry. Mom and Dad are obviously OK with Win and my relationship. She asked if you two were boyfriends and I said you're young and still trying to figure those kinds of things out. Basically she wanted to know if you'd be sleeping together or separate. It's only around 2 PM back home, but obviously we've had a long day, a short night, and we should probably try to go to sleep early, to get used to the time change quicker. Grab your suitcases and I'll show you to your room. Arturo slept there last year. It was mine as a boy." We go upstairs to the bedrooms. Mr. L. points out the one he and Mr. S. will be in, just in case we wake up in the middle of the night disoriented. Then he shows us to his old room. I look back and forth between him and the single bed. "I know it will be a little tight for you two, but I think you'd rather be cozy than in separate rooms, right?" "Um, yeah. I guess since rooms are smaller over here, that happens a lot." "Don't worry. I slept in a bed like this one with one of my brothers for years. You'll be fine. I'm even thinking you'd leave enough room for a third." "Daaad." "OK. Sorry. Anyway, let me show you where the bathroom is and then you guys can get ready for bed. Mom's seen plenty of young boys in their underwear, so you don't have to be too fancy. Wear your pajamas if you wish, but know they're not required. But wear something." Oh God. He knows we sleep naked when I sleep over at their house? Maybe he's just guessing. "Seth, don't be embarrassed. I know you and Arturo, um, have some fun in bed. You guys are not always very quiet. Winston and I understand." I think I just turned thirty shades of red darker. "OK, I'm making it worse. Sorry. Good night. I love you both." "Goodnight dad, love you too." "Goodnight dad L." Art's dad leaves and I can finally breathe. I wasn't even aware I was holding my breath. "Did you know they knew we messed around?" "Not for sure, but I figured they at least suspected something. Don't worry about it. Actually knowing they know, we won't have to sneak around as much. I mean we can't blow each other in front of them, but I bet kissing and holding hands wouldn't even warrant a comment. Well, simple kisses, not full-on making out he he." "I guess so. Well, it's like 10 days before we're back home. After that much time of sleeping almost right on top of each other, maybe I will be more comfortable showing affection in front of them. Let's brush our teeth and get in bed. I'm wiped out." "We'll have to try that though. Sleeping on top of each other. He he." We take off everything but our underpants and head to the bathroom. We come back and get in bed, but neither of us is awake enough to do more than share a couple kisses. Louis "I think I may have shocked the boys a little too much Win. I let them know, indirectly, that we know they fool around. If you happen to see an attitude change, you'll know why. When Seth saw the single bed, he wasn't sure what to make of it. I tried to make him more comfortable knowing we know they mess around, but I think I freaked him out a bit. Arturo didn't seem as upset." "We walk a fine line there Lou. It's obvious they have feelings for each other, even without the occasional moan coming from Art's room. I think in time, they'll realize that our knowing isn't a big deal. I mean Art's already introduced Seth to nudism. The kid's not a total prude." Later, back in the good old U S of A. Sam "So Virgil, what do you think Art and Seth are doing now? Lucky shits got to go to Italy." "It's 7 PM here. I think it's like 1 AM? So they're probably in bed." "Yeah, that's what I meant. What they might be doing in bed." "I know they've made progress since we gave Seth that lesson a couple months ago, but I doubt they've progressed as far as we have. I bet they're still at the jerking/humping stage. I would be surprised if they even traded blowjobs yet. Seth was way behind on sex stuff." "Yeah, I guess so Virge. Hey, I think it's cool that we'll get to have sleepovers most nights until school is back." "It is. I wish it was later so we could go to bed already." "Grandma might get suspicious if we went to bed too early." "I think you mean more suspicious. She's made a couple comments recently that imply she's not some dumb old lady who doesn't know what's going on around her." "True Virge. She did catch us kissing in the living room that time. Just smiled at us and walked away. But let's not make love in front of her." "Ewwww, gross. Don't even think that. Shit. I was starting on a boner but that killed it." "He he. You're a horn dog Virgil. It'll be back in no time." "Oh, just shut up and kiss me." As is often the case between Sam and Virgil, kissing usually progresses to something else. With grandma home, even though the bedroom door is closed and locked, they're pretty tame this time, limiting themselves to just mutual handjobs. "Wow. We don't do just that too often anymore. It's actually pretty nice once in a while." "Yeah Sam. That was pretty nice. Let's go see what you got to eat." "An hour past dinner and he's hungry again." "Well, we did just work up an appetite a little. He he." Back in Italy, the next morning, the boys wake up kind of early, after nearly 11 hours sleep. Art "Mmmm, morning Seth." "Good morning Art." "Sleep OK?" "Oh, yes. Long day yesterday, cuddled up close to you all night. How could I not?" "It's quiet. Think we can get away with a 69?" "Art. These doors don't have locks on them. No way with other people in the house." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Just because my dads know, doesn't mean we need to prove it to them." "And I bet your grands are just down the hall too. There weren't any bedrooms downstairs." "Guess we have to settle for kissing." "Better than nothing. No way we'll be doing our own laundry, so even jerking might be tricky." "Oh, snap. This is gonna be a long vacation. We gotta find a way to squeeze at least a little of that in." "Yeah. I think I smell food. What time is it anyway?" "Um... A little after 7:30 Seth. I guess we should make an appearance. Gotta be at least grandma up. Kiss me first." Seth kisses me a few times. Since dad L mentioned being in our underwear, we decide to be comfortable. Fortunately our dicks haven't woken up yet, even after a little kissing. We take care of emptying our bladders and head downstairs. "Good morning grandma." "Good morning Mrs. L." "Good morning boys. I bet the smell of food woke you up. My, my Arturo, you have grown and filled out some in the last year. Although I don't think I saw quite as much of you then. But you look healthy. Maybe still a little too skinny, hey?" "Italian grandmothers Seth. They think they're required to try to feed you 24 hours a day." "Only because we love our children and grandchildren. And of course their handsome friends. Sit. Sit, eggs will be ready in a minute. Sausage right afterwards. I squeezed some oranges this morning. Pour yourselves a glass. I would, but I have to watch the eggs. You don't want to smell burned eggs." "Thanks Grandma." "Thanks." She leans toward the doorway into the sitting room and tells dads and grandpa to come and eat. I guess we weren't up as early as we thought we were. "Good morning boys. See dad, food is cooking, boys come running." "Hey, we were good. We walked down the stairs." "That's only because they're steeper than you're used to." "Yeah, well that too Mr. S." "So, I rented a full-sized car so your grandparents can show us some of the local sights." "Si, frozen lakes, factories and trucks. Fun for two young boys, I'm sure." "I see where you get your sense of humor Mr. L. That was funny grandma L." "Please, grandma is fine. It would make me happy Seth." "Grandma it is." "Anyway, what I meant was some of the sights in and around Milan. I know there isn't much to see right around here. Except maybe the sports center." "Ay yi yi. And even that's in Peschiera Booromeo. But yes, I think we can take a ride into the city. As long as your father isn't driving." We laugh at that. But grandpa admits he doesn't like to drive in the city. Troppo Pazzo - too crazy. It's not as cold as home, but still too cold to be walking around outside for too long. We'll leave Art and Seth for a while. They'll be visiting other relatives, seeing the sights, even visiting the local parks and playgrounds when it's not too cold. Art had asked dad Lou about maybe getting some tissues in their room. Lou understood and bought a box at the local pharmacy because 'Seth tends to have a runny nose in winter.' Something gets runny, but it isn't his nose. Even within the close quarters, they are able to have a few discrete makeout/handjob sessions during the visit. Fear prevents them from trading blowjobs though. Back in Brumfeld, it's now Christmas eve. Sam's mother and grandmother have invited the friends still in town and their parents for dinner. The Thomasons are visiting family, but the rest of the extended gang is there. Steven, Sam and Bobby obviously, Virgil, Scott, Pete and Allison and all their parents are there. 13 people including Maureen and Maggie, Roger and Linda, and finally Paul and Stefanie, Scott's parents who we haven't really introduced so far. The adults eat in the kitchen, kids in the TV room. A good time is had by all. Virgil and Scott will be back later tomorrow to sleep over. That will be interesting to look in on. Shall we? Late Christmas afternoon Virgil and Scott come back over. Since Tim isn't around, Bobby hangs out with them. He got his cast off about a week before and he's back to his cheerful self. The boys play video games, pick on Christmas dinner leftovers and finally settle down in the TV room to watch 'March of the Wooden Soldiers' before turning off the lights. "I know I want to fool around, but if I do anything with Virgil, you two are kind of left hanging. I know Bobby does stuff with Tim, but I don't think he and Scott would mix too well." "Yeah, nothing personal Bobby, I am straight and even if you helped me, I'm not too sure about helping you." "Yeah, I get it. You're big and I'm small..." That generates a couple titters from the rest of us. "I don't mean like that you pervs. I meant he's older and his whole BODY is bigger." I pull Virgil aside and ask him quietly if he'd be OK doing Bobby, if Bobby was willing to jerk him off. Then if Scott doesn't take me in hand, he finishes me? Virgil is OK with that, so... "OK, how's this? Virgil and Bobby will pair up and jerk each other off, if that's OK with you Bobby..." "I guess. With just us, I shouldn't expect getting a blowjob, even though I'd be willing to give Virgil or Scott one." I look at Virgil. As usual, he knows what I'm thinking and nods slightly. "That can be between you and Virge Bobby. I'm OK if you trade blowjobs with my boyfriend. And Scott, don't worry, I'll help you out and then Virgil can take care of me afterward." "Well, that's not very fair. I've jerked one guy off once. I guess I can do at least that for you Sam. But sorry, if it's a blowjob, I'll pass on that for Virgil." "Really Scott? Who?" "Sorry Bobby. I know we generally don't have secrets from each other, but without that someone being here, I don't feel comfortable saying." "OK. But Virgil, you're really OK with doing that with me?" "Sure Bobby. Besides then I can say I sucked all 3 Lassiter boys." I look at Virgil like he just threatened to kill the president. "He he. Chill Sam, I was only trying to get a reaction out of you. It was a good one though." "Uh huh. Just wait Virgil, and hope I don't remember that crack some time when I have your dick in my mouth. I ground my teeth just now, I may have to do it again." "Really, I'm kidding. I've never even seen Steven naked. Or, I know what you're thinking, not even blindfolded or in a pitch black room." "Me too, but it was worth it just to watch you squirm. Although I probably wouldn't really like it. I'd never grind my teeth on your dick. I'd be hurting both of us." We pair off like was suggested. I start out just jerking Scott while he jerks me. I just have to watch Bobby and Virge sucking each other. "Turning you on Sam?" "Yeah Scott. Oddly enough, yes." I'm watching the two of them go at it. I know how into it Virgil gets when he's sucking my dick. And hey, Bobby's pretty much a smaller version of me. Bobby on the other hand, looks like he's trying to suck Virgil's dick into his lungs. He's really moving fast on Virgil. I see Virgil's tell-tale sign he's about to cum, along with his long quiet moan. Bobby's swallowing as fast as he can, I see a little cum seep out of his mouth and that's enough to send me over the top. I don't realize it, but I'm jerking Scott a mile a minute and he shoots all over me seconds later. Bobby tenses and what I believe he still does, has a dry cum thanks to my boyfriend. "Oh God. I never thought it would be so hot watching you and Bobby Virge. But when you came, and Bobby couldn't swallow it all... I erupted like a volcano." Of course watching them fuck came to mind and little Sam jumped a little. Which would be hotter, Bobby's dick in Virgil's ass or Virgil fucking Bobby? As I'm thinking this, I start cumming again. "Holy shit Sam. You just came without anybody doing anything. How'd you do that?" Do I really answer with the truth? Would Scott believe if I said anything else? "Um. Promise you won't get mad Virge or Bobby?" "Yeah." "I promise." "Um, I was picturing the two of you fucking." "Ewwww. No way, sorry Sam, I'm not doing that with Virgil, or anybody. Maybe Tim at some point. And sorry to you Virgil too. Nothing personal. I like you and all..." "Don't sweat it Bobby. I understand where you're coming from, no pun intended." We relax for a while, and I'm still horny thinking about that. I doubt I could cum again, but my ass is itching for Virgil's dick. I wonder if he'd be OK having sex in front of these two. "I know what you're thinking Sam, and it's really hot." I grab the lube from the end table drawer and Virgil slides over to me. Bobby and Scott move closer together. "They're not gonna, you know?..." "Yeah Bobby, I'm pretty sure they are." "Oh cool. I was hoping I'd get to watch them sometime but was too afraid to ask." Virgil and I are all greased up. I lie back on my sleeping bag and Virgil hovers over the top of me. Damn Virgil, put it in. Then I see Scott and Bobby come around to sit next to me. Virgil was making sure they had a good view. Virgil slides into my ass about half way. I'm not at the point where he can just lube up and stick it in me, although I can't wait to get there. He pushes the rest of the way in and starts fucking me. No building up speed. Zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds. Bobby and Scott are jerking off, trying to time it to Virgil's thrusts. Virgil grunts, sticks his dick in as far as it can go, probably further than it ever has been before, and cums. He collapses on me and I feel cum splattering on me from both sides. All I can do is lay there. "Oh, God Sam, that was awesome. I've fantasized about doing it with an audience, but that was way better than I ever imagined." "Yeah (breath) you went (breath) in deep." After a couple minutes we all recover. "When did you start cumming Bobby?" "Um, like you asked, you won't get mad?" "No, why should I?" "The first time was in Virgil's mouth just now. I wasn't completely sure at first, but then I felt Virgil swallow around my dick. I'm almost sorry I did. I wanted it to be with Tim the first time." "If it means anything Bobby, it was just a couple drops. Look at Sam's side. There's hardly anything there. When you really shoot for the first time, that will count more." "I guess. Anyway, thanks guys. But as usual, after two orgasms, I'm ready to sleep." "Goodnight bro. I love you." "I lo..." And he's out. Scott and I pick him up and lay him on his sleeping bag, pulling the top over him. We move away from him a little so talking doesn't wake him up. Although an earthquake probably couldn't. "Holy shit that was hot. Sorry I came on you Sam. But watching you two. God, not even being gay, fuck that was hot." "Where?" "Here, on my side." Virgil slides around and licks Scott's cum off of me. He moves around to the other side. Like he said, there's hardly anything there, but he cleans that up too. "All clean Sam." "Yeah, thanks Virge. I guess we should probably all sack out." We slide into our sleeping bags, as usual, Virgil's and mine are zippered together. As I drift off to sleep, I'm thinking this has to be my best Christmas ever. 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