J.O. Dickingson

The Brewsters Celebrate Carnaval de Quebec

"Dear, will you get the door? I have buns in the oven."

"Did you hear that?" twelve-year-old Bobby asked, his big hazel eyes growing wide.

"Hear what?" asked his sixteen-year-old brother Brent, looking up from the book he'd been absorbed in from his high school English class, Shakespear's Hamlet.

"Mom said she has buns in the oven."

"You sure she said buns, not just bun?" asked Brent's twin Brett, finishing off the last question in his algebra assignment.

"Absolutely."

"Geez, you think she's expecting twins again, or another set of triplets?" asked Brett.

"Where can she plan on putting them? They've converted the guest room for the triplets," Brent commented.

"Forget that. We seriously got to do something about Dad," observed Bobby.

"What do you mean?" asked Benny, looking up from the model spacecraft he was working on.

"He can't keep knocking Mom up. We're running out of space. We gotta tie his tubes or something."

"You don't tie a guy's tubes," advised Brett, the scholar of the four boys. "You do that to girls."

"Then how do you stop a guy from getting a female pregnant?"

"You cut off his nuts."

"Ewww," responded Brett's three brothers as they shuddered and instinctively reached down to protect their crotches.

"Boys!"

The boys glanced at each other. That was their father. He didn't bellow like that unless he was angry. Or going to cum. They didn't figure it was the latter. Mystified as to why he would be angry, they trundled upstairs. He was standing at the door with their neighbour from across the street, ol' lady Swanson. That was a good reason to be angry. She was a real pain in the you know what. Her face was all flushed and her eyes were about to pop out as she scowled at them, her usual expression. Bobby wondered if her mother had never warned her if she made faces some day her face would freeze like that.

"Mrs. Swanson doesn't like your snowmen."

"Mrs. Swanson doesn't like anything," Benny whispered behind his hand as they looked up at her innocently.

"I bet not even fucking," Bobby added. A shiver ran up the boys' spines as they imagined her and ol'man Swanson doing it. "We tried to do a good job," said Bobby, giving his father his cute puppy dog look.

"Yeah. We used our imaginations to try to make them different, like you said to," said Brent in support of his brother.

"Like you said to," repeated Mrs. Swanson, looking at their dad accusingly as if he was to blame. "A person shouldn't have to worry what she's going to see in her neighbour's yard when she looks out her front window."

"A person shouldn't peek out her front window at her neighbours," suggested Bobby helpfully.

"I don't peek at my neighbours!" she retorted angrily, which the boys knew was not true.

"Maybe you should look out your back window instead," Benny suggested.

"I want those snowmen taken down!" she snapped. "Or I'll report you to the town!"

"I'll see to it right away," Barry promised. She was already storming down the sidewalk. "Go put on your coats and boots," he said to his boys, rolling his eyes.

"We were just being creative, like you suggested," Brett said as they headed across the front law toward the snowmen.

Actually, there was only one snowman. One was clearly a snow woman, another a snow dog, and the third Barry was not sure was human.

"So, which one is best?" asked Benny, glancing at the snow woman. It was obviously his, and also very obviously a woman. The only reason she didn't topple over on her face was because her ample breasts, each peaked with a pinecone, were balanced by an equally ample backside. Between her shapely thighs was a large hole, topped by a shaggy mop of purple hair from a troll doll that was concealed inside. Beside her was a muscular snowman with impossibly huge snowballs, a triangle of blue pubic hair from another troll doll, and two carrots, a small one for a nose and a large one below the patch of hair and aimed directly at the snow woman's gaping hole. He also had a hole, in his backside, and the creature behind him, with nails for nipple piercings, was holding a sickle in one hand and a large ear of corn in front of his crotch and aimed for the snowman's backside with the other, decorations Barry recognized from Halloween.

"Saturn," said Brent, who was into all things pagan and gothic. "The god of agriculture, sowing, and seed."

The way he said seed, Barry had the distinct feeling his son was not referring to the type you planted in the soil, and the suggestive position of the ear of corn was not accidental. The fourth statue was of a dog, hind leg raised, a large icicle at the wrong end to be a nose, and a snow fire hydrant with a patch of yellow snow. From the twinkle in his eyes and his broad grin and still open fly, there was no mistaking who the creator was. "Can you guess whose is whose?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," Barry replied. "And they are all very creative. But you'd best take them down."

"Aww, Dad! We spent a lot of time making them!"

Barry raised his right eyebrow. They began to kick their creations apart and he went in to read the evening newspaper. It carried a full page ad for the big winter festival up in Canada. So far it had been a long, frigid winter with many more weeks to come and he'd been working hard. It would be nice to take a few days off. After supper there was a commotion outside. Going to the living room window, they looked out to see a strange sight. A police officer, Mrs. Swanson gesturing angrily and pointing at their house, and on her lawn a giant snow statue, the equivalent of four statues, of a fist, with a rigid middle finger pointing at the sky, and written across the knuckles in a shaky yellow line the word "humbug."

"Honey," he said, looking at his wife, "how would you like to spend a week in Quebec?"

They arrived at their hotel, the Palace Royale, a fifteen minute walk from where most of the events were, in time for the opening ceremonies and fireworks and the crowning of the Carnival Queen. As they watched the ceremonies, Brenda smiled at the look on the faces of her twins as they gazed upon the shapely newly-crowned queen in all her finery and, she assumed, imagining themselves as her dashing young king, totally unaware that actually they were admiring the handsome, dashing young king, and imagining being his queen. Following the crowning was a laser show, the symphony of lights mimicking the Northern Lights and leaving everyone dazzled.

Saturday they toured the ice palace of the carnival mascot Bonhomme and checked out the igloos and national snow sculptures. The boys noticed ice sculpture workshops were being held during the week and asked if they might enrol, but Barry wisely suggested they might hold off on that idea. Barry and the twins attempted axe tossing, Brent totally missing the target and Brett barely missing Brent. Two brothers dressed as woods runners, coureurs de bois, in colourful costumes with red sashes were tossing beside them and after both sank their axes in the bullseye they laughingly came to the twins' assistance. As they wrapped their arms about the twins' waists, showing them the proper stance and guiding their throwing arms, what the twins were thinking of sinking were not their axes. The brothers, eighteen-year-old Baptise and seventeen-year-old Jean Luc, continued on with them to participate in what was called the woods runner challenges, explaining woods runners were young men who left their families for fortune and adventure trapping and trading furs with the Indians in the seventeenth century. The challenges included snowshoe races, backpack races, and pulling loaded sleighs, all of which the twins gamely tried.

The four boys hit it off right away, which did not escape their parents' notice. Nearby was a mechanical moose and they paused to watch a muscular, bearded man in an open shirt revealing a broad, hairy chest. The boys exchanged grins when they saw he had caught their father's attention. The day ended with the family relaxing in the hotel's heated pool. The boys, all fit and good looking, caught the eye of every girl and woman in the pool. Spotting a boy his age, Benny struck up a conversation with him and finding he and his father were staying at the hotel for the duration of the carnival, they arranged to meet again the next evening. It was a fantastic day.

On their way to Sunday services, Benny enlightened his brothers with some vulgar French-Canadian phrases he'd learned from his new friend, Lucien, who listening to the workers in his family's cheese factory had an extensive vocabulary. His father was from Sherbrooke and one of the vendors at the festival, combining business with a holiday with his son. Benny explained the most vulgar terms didn't refer to sex or body functions like you'd expect, but referred to rituals in the Catholic church, something the boys immediately stored away in their memories for possible later use. After church they went down to the river to watch the ice fishing and stopped to watch the men practising for the upcoming canoe race. Spotting the man who'd ridden the moose, the boys steered their family over to him and their eyes twinkled as they saw the look the man, who introduced himself as Pierre and who worked as a trapper and guide, and their father exchanged as he explained about the canoe race. Running into Baptise and Jean Luc, they went sledding with them and arranged to go out for supper together the next day. The day ended with a family sleigh ride and snow-chilled maple taffy, Benny buying some for his new friend.

Monday morning they went skiing and at one Barry stripped down to his swim suit and joined two dozen others including Pierre and Baptise in a snow bath competition, which consisted of rolling around in the snow for four, eight, and then ten minute stints. To his family's pride, Barry made it through to the end. As they warmed up afterwards, Pierre commented on Barry's physique and stamina but Barry didn't clue in and when Baptise told him and his sons the man was hitting on him, he didn't believe him and laughed it off, but his boys knew their father and could tell he was pleased, and intrigued. While watching and then waiting for his father, Bobby worked on some of the sketches of street snow sculptures he had begun in his new sketch book he'd gotten at Christmas. Seeing his work, many stopped to admire it and complement him, including a local boy his age who recommended the view along Dufferin Terrace, the Promenade attached to the Hotel Frontenac, and arranged to meet him there the next day.

Baptise and Jean Luc took the twins to a local restaurant off the beaten tourist path where the four boys feasted on crisp, freshly-baked bread, fresh oysters, and escargot and their eyes feasted on each other, and then to L'Amour Sorcier, a small, intimate gay club with a live band and small dance floor. The wine, the dancing, and intimate caresses resulted in them leaving early for a private back room. They had no sooner closed the door than the four horny teenage boys were embracing and kissing and pulling off each other's clothes. Being of mixed French and Algonquin blood, the brothers had thick, black manes, chocolate brown eyes, swarthy complexions, and fine, silky moustaches, contrasting with the twins with their long, blond hair down to the middle of their back, blue eyes, and fine features. All four boys were athletic, resulting in firm pecs and biceps, smooth in the case of the twins, with a fine sable down for the brothers, flat abs, muscular thighs, and firm, compact buttocks.

They were soon naked, and soon stiff, the twins at six-and-a-half inches [16½ cm] equalling the two brothers although a year younger than Jean Luc. Their lips pressed together tightly, the tongue of one in the mouth of the other, each kneading the other's buttocks, their stiff, throbbing cocks pressed between their hot bodies. Baptise pairing with Brent and Jean Luc with Brett, hands caressed and groped, rolling hot, sweaty balls, fingers entwined in thick patches of curly hairs and grasped and stroked firm, iron-hard pricks. The two pair found themselves in sixty-nine positions and they inhaled the heady fragrance of teenage crotches and slipped their lips over swollen, aching flesh and sucked hungrily. The brothers proved to be as skilled and experienced as the twins and they engulfed the throbbing flesh down to the base, deep-throating the twins as the boys did the same to them. As they approached their peaks they paused to prolong the throbbing pleasure, relishing the delight of having their aching needs taken care of and of the satisfaction of bringing the same delight to another. Their bodies sweating with lust, they inhaled the aroma of each other's sex deeply as they resumed sucking and slipping their wet, velvet lips up and down each other's rigid shafts. As one, the four tensed as they felt the twang deep in their groins and they exhaled in ecstasy as they felt their seed race up the core of their now numb cocks and spurt out the burning tips. With their diet of fish and oysters and fresh vegetables, the hot, creamy cum of the brothers was delicious and the twins allowed the thick slime to collect in their mouths and savoured its flavour and consistency before swallowing it as they themselves filled the mouths of the two French-Canadians with their teenage cum.

Meanwhile Benny met Lucien in the pool again. They were well matched, Lucien being three months younger and at a hundred and fifteen pounds and five foot two, slightly heavier and shorter than Benny. As they swam they talked about their day, their interests, and their friends. Neither had girlfriends though Lucien confessed to being hot on a particular classmate, and Benny indicated he had a very close friend, hinting that the closeness was more than being buddies. When they closed the pool at nine, the last hour being reserved for just adults, Lucien invited Benny up to his room, which was fine with Benny's parents, glad that Benny had found a friend, and when they found out Lucien's father was meeting with local restauranteurs, happy that Benny could help keep him occupied until his father returned.

"So, this friend of yours, he's real close?" asked Lucien as they sat down for cinnamon toast and warm milk.

"Oh yeah. We do everything together."

"You ever . . . jerk off together?"

"Oh yeah. You ever do it with a buddy?"

"No."

"But you do do it, don't you?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"When you're horny you gotta do something."

"Yeah," laughed Lucien. The two boys studied the floor. "You horny now?" they chorused. "You wanna jerk?" they chorused again.

The two boys quickly pushed down their Speedos and sat side by side on the bed. "What you think about when you jerk?" asked Benny as the two began to fiddle with their dicks.

"Mostly this girl I know, other girls in my class. I've downloaded some photos of naked girls on the Internet, teens."

"And you upload on them?" asked Benny with a grin.

"Some," admitted Lucien.

"You ever try doing another guy's?"

"No."

"Wanna?"

"Sure."

The boys self-consciously reached out and tentatively wrapped their fingers about each other's dick and began to tug. Lucien found it strange having another boy touching him down there, but exciting also. Horny and young, it did not take them long to get stiff and as their cocks began to throb and tingle with pleasure they lost their self-consciousness and concentrated on the pleasure the other boy was creating, and on doing the same for him, a common enough bonding that would be even more common if grownups didn't have such a hang up about it. As they concentrated on the throbbing of their stiff dicks, aware that it was caused by another boy's hand, and aware they were creating the same feeling in the dick they were holding, the boys glanced at each other and grinned with mutual understanding. Their young lips pressed together and their dicks throbbed harder. It was not long before they were both grasping a hot, spurting cock, filling Lucien's handkerchief with teenage slime and anointing each other's fingers with their fresh seed.

The following morning they all went dog sledding, and meeting up with Pierre who was providing rides, the boys took him aside and encouraged him to hit on their dad again. After the ride, they went ice skating with Bonhomme and then took to the slides while Bobby met his new friend, Maurice, whose father was the manager of the hotel where they were staying, on the adjacent Promenade and spent the next two hours sketching. Following supper, they met up again and Bobby convinced the concierge to let them into the massage therapy room, open only by request, where Maurice quickly stripped naked for a sketch, Bobby's idea. While he posed and Bobby sketched, they exchanged the urls of good porn sites on the Internet, and talked about nude art, girls, erections, and foreskins, Maurice having none and observing that he'd wondered what it was like to have one. Grinning and saying he knew how they could fix that, Bobby introduced Maurice to docking.

Standing facing each other, Maurice held up his cock as Bobby drew back his skin and pressing the tip of his dick against Maurice's, he slowly and carefully stretched his skin over his and then Maurice's knob, much to the twelve-year-old boy's amazement and delight. Holding his skin in place, Bobby slowly began to stroke both his knob and Maurice's, causing both boys to quickly become stiff, resulting in Bobby's foreskin becoming tighter about the knobs of the two horny boys. Ever so carefully, Maurice's fingers replaced Bobby's and he stroked the two of them until the two naked boys were trembling and gasping with a mutual orgasm.

Wednesday the family was joined by Baptise and Jean Luc and went tobogganing, the boys jokingly accusing each other of using the ride as an opportunity to do some cornholing. While they went on to take in the snowmobile races, Bobby was taken by Maurice's father, a connoisseur of art by the old masters, to the Seminary museum containing Canadian and European paintings and the Quebec Museum featuring Canadian fine arts. The boys rejoined the family later that afternoon where they all took in the dog sled races. Coming in third, Pierre invited Barry to celebrate with him, which Barry could not resist accepting. So, while the rest of the family went shopping, joined by the four boys' new friends who volunteered to steer them to authentic French-Canadian merchandise and away from the overpriced tourist traps, Barry headed off with Pierre.

They went to the Drague, a large, loud, smoky tavern and gay hangout for beer, steak and fries, and then to one of the rooms upstairs that rented by the hour or the evening. Pierre admitted he had found Barry sexually attractive the first time he'd seen him and hadn't realized he was a married man and a father when he had come on to him, and that when he found out he'd felt foolish, and disappointed. When Barry's sons had approached him and told him their father swung both ways, he didn't know which was the greater surprise, that Barry was bisexual, or that his sons knew and discussed their father's sexual preferences with other men. Barry laughed and confessed he too had found Pierre attractive, but had missed the cues when Pierre had hit on him, and that the boys' gay friend had brought it to the attention of himself and his sons.

"So, your boys…"

"Yes, the twins are gay. Their two younger brothers know, and they all know about me and are very accepting and understanding. I wouldn't be surprised if the two youngest end up swinging both ways also."

"You have a most unusual and understanding family," Pierre said, taking Barry in his arms and kissing him. Barry eagerly returned the kiss and unbuttoning the other man's shirt he pulled it out of his trousers. As Pierre began unbuttoning his shirt, Barry quickly unbuckled the man's jeans and slipped his hands under the man's underwear to massage his butt. They soon had each other stripped and dropped to the bed. Barry kissed and sucked the trapper's teats, and continuing down, followed the hair trail over his packed abs to his triangular patch. Engulfing the man's eggs and sucking on them, Barry caressed his hairy ass, their passions growing. As the man began to stiffen, Barry slipped his lips over the swelling flesh and sucked, his own flesh quickly rising as Pierre stroked it. Both men breathing hard, Barry lay on his back and raised his legs and Pierre quickly lubed his huge cock and thrust it between the married father's legs. Barry grunted with pleasure and began gyrating his hips as the two men kissed and Pierre began to thrust his hips to and fro.

Meanwhile, after shopping the twins headed to the brother's home to spend the night, their parents fully aware and supportive of their sons' orientation and welcoming sleep overs. Having been eying each other and fantasizing all evening, the four boys fell upon each other, eagerly kissing, stripping, and groping. This time Brett took Baptise in his mouth and Brent took Jean Luc, leaving Baptise to go down on Brent and Jean Luc to go down on Brett to complete the daisy chain. They quivered with delight as they felt their partner's cock swelling between their lips and as they stiffened in the mouth of the brother sucking them. They were soon rock hard and aching. All four were skilled and sucked each other down to the balls, and all four knew how to read the signs and prolong the pleasure. They were also healthy and randy and soon the twins were spurting their thick, teen cum down the throats of the two brothers while savouring the spicy loads of their French-Canadian-Algonquin partners. They kissed and embraced, each tasting the prick and cum of his brother on the other's lips. They were young and their balls loaded and the evening had just begun.

Skipping the pool in favour of having more time for an intimate encounter, Benny joined Lucien in his hotel room, his father being out pursing new contracts and delighted that his son had found a friend to help him pass the time. Fourteen, horny, and open-minded, Lucien continued to add to Benny's growing knowledge of all things adult, having a rich source of knowledge from the workers in his family's cheese factory where he was treated as one of them, and in return, Benny continued Lucien's hands-on education. Actually the hands-on was the last time they'd met. This evening was lips-on, Benny ironically teaching the French-Canadian boy how to French kiss, followed by a lesson on sixty-nining. Lucien discovered dick did not taste as bad as he had thought, and getting his own dick sucked was far better than he could have ever imagined, so good that after a pause to recover, they did it a second time, the two boys having no difficulty producing a second flavourful load.

While his brothers were satisfying their needs, Bobby once again had the concierge open the massage therapy room. That afternoon Maurice had introduced Bobby and his family to poutine, a delicious French-Canadian fast food of fries, gravy, and cheese curds. Bobby reciprocated that night by giving Maurice his first ever blow job. He took his time, teasing and arousing the boy by nibbling and licking his inner thighs, taking the boy's eggs in his mouth and sucking them, and running his tongue along the rim of the boy's circumcised cockhead until Maurice was bouncing on the massage table. Bobby at last put him out of his misery, sucking on the boy's little noodle until he was squirming with delight with his dry orgasm.

Hot and flushed from his climax, Maurice readily though wobbly stood and leaned over the massage table, and to his surprise, Bobby stepped up behind him, and spreading apart his ass cheeks, inserted the tip of his dick against his new friend's asshole. Like Maurice's, Bobby's dick was just under four inches [10 cm] hard, and the two boys being horny and willing, Bobby easily penetrated his virgin friend. Maurice quivered and inhaled sharply as he felt Bobby's dicklet enter him and then begin to pump in and out of his rectum. Dizzy and weak-thighed from his own orgasm, the twelve-year-old boy swayed with the new pleasure. He'd had no idea being fucked would feel so good.

Thursday morning the Brewster boys and their new friends went snow sledding while their parents did some sightseeing, and that afternoon they just hung out and looked after the triplets while Brenda went to a beauty salon and then relaxed in the sauna, and Pierre took Barry on a dog sled ride to a tent he had pitched in the forest. While the dogs happily curled up with each other in a snowbank out of the wind, Pierre started a propane heater inside the tent and the two men stripped and curled up in each other's arms. They were soon generating so much heat they had to turn down the heater. Some time later the huskies stirred and glanced over at the tent, awoken by the low groans of pleasure as Barry filled Pierre's ass, and had barely settled back down before the still forest was filled once again with the sounds of pleasure as Pierre squirted his load up Barry's rectum.

Friday was spent in wonder as the Brewster family examined the international snow sculptures and then toured the Citadel and Haute-Ville with its old European atmosphere, ending in a lavish family dinner in a restaurant recommended by Lucien's father where they stuffed themselves with French-Canadian cuisine and then watched the night light display. After sleeping in the next morning, the family along with the boys' friends toured Basse-Ville along the waterfront and following a fresh, seafood supper dockside, took in the Charlesburg neon parade.

While the boys dispersed to say goodby to their new friends, Barry and Brenda returned to their hotel room for some intimate pleasure. In the back room of the L'Amour Sorcier, Baptise and Jean Luc embraced and kissed and slowly disrobed each other after having watched Brent and Brett do the same. It had been the twins' idea, having discovered and explored their sexual orientation together, and Baptise and Jean Luc found watching the twins arousing each other erotic, and being watched kissing and fondling each other even more so. Lying side by side on their backs with their legs spread and upraised, Brett and Brent gasped with pleasure as Brett was penetrated by Baptise and Brent by Jean Luc, and they worked their sphincter muscles in time with the brothers' thrusts and withdrawals. The brothers grinned down at the twins as they felt their stiff, throbbing cocks being grasped and released and the four boys kissed and embraced each other feverishly as pleasure pounded hotly in their loins. Then, their assholes filled with hot, teen cum, the four boys switched, Brett thrusting his cock up Jean Luc's rectum and Brent fucking Baptise, each twin fucking the boy who had fucked his brother. Their stiff, aching cocks were surrounded by hot, wet ass flesh, the cocks of the two boys they were fucking still stiff and glistening from the ass slime of the other's brother, and the French-Canadian brothers trembled and gasped with pleasure as they felt their rectums being flooded with the slime of the twin brother of the boy they had fucked.

Benny had meanwhile joined Lucien in the fitness centre where the two teens worked off their energy and the rush of their sugar-laden treats lifting weights and running on the treadmill until they were drenched in sweat. When the fitness room closed, they headed to Lucien's hotel room, having another hour before Lucien's father was expected. The two horny teens hungrily kissed and caressed each other, the aroma of each other's boy sweat like an aphrodisiac. Chucking their sweat-soaked clothes, Lucien lay on his back and spread his legs and Benny eagerly mounted him, thrusting his aching cock up the fourteen-year-old's hot, moist rectum and fucking him furiously, causing his anus to throb and burn as hotly as Benny's cock. Trembling with ecstasy, Benny filled the younger boy's rectum with a hot, thick load and then, his stiff cock still oozing with his teen cum, he lay on his back and was mounted by Lucien. It was not long before Lucien was throbbing out his load and flooding Benny's rectum.

The concierge once again opened up the massage room, but this time Bobby invited him to stay, which he eagerly did. As Bobby had suspected from day one, the man was a boy lover. He'd had his eye on his boss's son for two years, and now this evening was about to exceed his wildest dreams. Under Bobby's guidance and remembering the pleasure Bobby had brought him, Maurice fondled the twenty-one-year-old man's balls and licked his cock, and as he slipped his lips over the man's cockhead, Bobby stepped up behind the man and slipped his stiff cock up the man's ass. As Maurice discovered the taste of cum, the concierge discovered the pleasure of being fucked by a horny, twelve-year-old boy.

"So," said Brenda as they took their seats the next day, "what did you think of your winter holiday?"

"Tabarnak! C'etait tres boner," observed Benny.

"I think you mean 'tres bon'," Brenda said with a smile.

"I don't think so," chorused the four boys and their father as their aeroplane lifted off.

The End