J.O. Dickingson

Brewster Adventures

The Brewster Brothers Celebrate the Second NAO International Championship Tournament

The challenge was to write a short story which (1) takes place – at least for a part – in Paris, (2) includes a game of chess and (3) involves a snorkel but not in water.

The Brewster Brothers Celebrate the Second NAO International Championship Tournament

13-21 May 2002

This is a story involving four brothers, one twelve-year-old, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, joining their parents at the second NAO International Chess Championship in Paris, France and doing their bit in furthering Franco-American relations. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here.

Posted on PZA: December 2014

— tt tb bb —
9,500 words (19 pages)

"You will never guess what happened at work today," Barry Brewster began as the family sat down to Friday night's supper.

"You got a raise," said his sixteen-year-old son Brent hopefully and the ears of his three brothers perked up. Any time their father got a raise at work, their allowances went up.

"Ah, no, it's a good thing, but not that good," his father replied with a smile.

"You got a promotion," guessed Brent's twin brother Brett, tossing his long, blond hair back out of his eyes.

"No, that's a good thing too, but it's not that."

"You… got an A on that report you've been working on," suggested fourteen-year-old Benny, wanting to contribute to the conversation and show his father his interest but that was the best he could come up with. He knew it was lame, but then his parents were always happy when he or his brothers got an A on an assignment.

"No," smiled Barry, "though that would be a good thing too, if not somewhat unusual." He could just imagine his boss returning his quarterly financial report with a large red "A".

"He got a blow job," whispered twelve-year-old Bobby to his brothers behind the back of his hand, causing his three brothers to giggle. "That's a good thing," he added with a twinkle in his hazel eyes, causing a burst of laughter from the twins, and Benny to snort milk out of his nose, which caused Bobby and the twins to guffaw.

"Bobby. You know the rule about whispering at the dinner table," scolded the boy's mother, Brenda, for what she was sure was the hundredth time that week. "If you have something to say, say it so everyone can hear."

"Sorry, Mom," the tousle-haired boy replied. The family sat silently and motionlessly as they stared at him. Bobby shuffled in his seat as he glanced first at his mom and then his dad, and then at his brothers for help.

"We are waiting," his father said.

"Mom already said the blessing," Bobby joked. Nobody laughed. His father's right eyebrow slowly raised and Bobby knew he had reached the line he dare not cross. "I, ah, said, ah, that maybe you got a bull frog."

"A bull frog?" Brenda asked in surprise and his father and brothers looked at Bobby in puzzlement.

"Well, you might have, and it would be a good thing," Bobby responded, looking up at his father and then his mother with wide-eyed innocence.

"You're weird," said Brent as he wrinkling up his nose.

"No I'm not. You're confusing me with Benny. He's the weird one."

"No way, I'm the cute one."

"You're the cute one? I thought I was the cute one," said Brett.

"No, you're the bright one."

"Oh yeah."

"So what happened at work, dear?" asked Brenda, interrupting the boys' good-natured banter which she knew could go on forever.

"Yeah, Dad, what happened?" asked Brent, genuinely interested though he was always alert to opportunities to make Brownie points for himself and his brothers. Bobby gave each of his brothers an appreciative glance for helping distract his parents from pursuing his desperate coverup about bull frogs.

"Mister Farnsworth announced that the WeCare Pet Supplies European branch office and new store in Paris are ready to open."

The boys glanced at each other. Their father had a weird idea as to what was something good. "That's nice, dear," Brenda said, secretly thinking the same thing as her sons. It was good, but not to the extent of the enthusiasm he had announced it.

"Someone from head office will be going to Paris to represent the company at the official opening."

"Mmm," Brenda responded as her mind drifted to the upcoming Parent-Teacher Association meeting. There were several contentious issues coming up and being in her first year as the local PTA President, she wanted to see them resolved smoothly. The boys had already lost interest and each was lost in his own thoughts, mostly about the upcoming weekend and sex.

"It just so happens that the NAO Second International Chess Championship Tournament is going on at the same time."

"Oh yeah! Some of the top grandmasters are going to be there!" said Benny, suddenly interested again. Benny had joined the YMCA Chess Club some time ago and was presently the President of the Crestview Junior High Chess Club. Just like his parents, and his brothers, whatever he did he did full-heartedly and participated in to the fullest extent and chess was no exception. In a short time he had become more of an expert on the subject than his teacher. "The woman who took over the old club last year is really making the new club the place to be!"

"Well, apparently Mr. Farnsworth and this woman in charge of the Paris club, Nahed Ojjeh, are good friends, something about helping her when she became widowed or something. Anyway, when she found out he was opening a branch of WeCare Pet Supplies in Paris, she invited him to attend the tournament, but unfortunately Mr. Farnsworth is in the middle of beefing up our aquarium line of products and can't get away. So she extended the invite to whoever will be representing WeCare, at her expense."

"Oh man, lucky guy! Who's it gonna be?" Benny asked.

Barry grinned like a cat that had just swallowed the canary and his whole family knew something was up. "You?" they chorused.

"Us," he said with an even wider grin. "This Nahed Ojjeh is evidently extremely rich."

"She's a billionaire," observed Benny.

"She is financing the whole family to go over to Paris."

"The whole family? To Paris?" asked Brenda in disbelief.

"That's right."

"Paris, France."

"Right."

"That's so awesome, Dad!" chorused the twins.

"Totally," agreed Benny,

"That's fu-, fu-, fu-," stuttered Bobby, stopping himself in time before he got in real trouble.

"Fantastic," finished Brent.

"Fabulous," suggested Brett.

"Fortuitous," contributed Benny, the wordsmith in the family, though usually his extensive vocabulary centred around adult words.

"Yeah, that last one," said Bobby in desperation.

"Fortuitous?" asked Brenda.

"All of us are going?" asked Benny.

"That's right."

"When?"

"Two weeks from now. We leave early May 13 and arrive late that afternoon, which is actually the 14th in Paris. The opening is the next day, which is the third day of the chess tournament. We return on Sunday the 19th, Paris time."

"A whole week, in Paris!" exclaimed Brenda, forgetting Bobby's strange choice of words in her excitement.

"Right," responded Barry. If his grin got any wider, it would split his face.

"This is so wicked," said Brett. "Will we get to see the Eiffel Tower?"

"I'd love to see Notre Dame, and the Arc de Triumph," observed Brent, reflecting two of his interests, anything gothic and history.

"We can do them all," observed Barry.

"We gotta go to the Opera de la Bastille," said Benny, having a special interest in drama besides chess.

"And the Louvre," Bobby said, his art teacher having shown the class pictures of the gallery. There were a couple of nudes he'd love to check out closer.

"I'd love to see the Luxembourg Palace and Gardens," mused Brenda.

"We might have to extend this to a two-week trip," joked Barry. "There is much to see in Paris. And Americans are particularly welcome. France and America have had a long relationship. Did you know the Statue of Liberty is the work of the French sculptor Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi, and was given to America by France in 1886 to mark the centennial of America's independence?"

"Why?" asked Bobby.

"The French place an especially high value on freedom and independence."

"Oh yeah! The French Revolution was wicked, and brutal," observed Brent, their resident historian.

"We've gotten other stuff from France too," added Benny, "like French fries for one." Given the growing teenager's voracious appetite, rivalling that of his older brothers, that his example involved food came as no surprise. Besides, chicken and fries from KFC were a favourite of all four boys.

"And there's French poodles," contributed Brent.

"And French toast," observed Benny with a dreamy look as he thought of his mother's special recipe and maple syrup from Canada.

"French hens," offered Brett.

"French safes," contributed Bobby, so eager to make a contribution with his older brothers the words were out of his mouth before he realized what he had said.

Everyone fell silent and turned to stare at him. Bobby in turn stared at them like a deer caught in the headlights.

"That's what I heard some older guys at school say," he finally fumbled after what seemed an hour of silence to him. "They're supposed to be, ah, well, safe, and, ah, strong, yeah, real strong. If you want something safe and strong to put your money in, a French safe is the best, they said."

Brenda looked over at her husband. "Ah, well, I think you might have misunderstood the conversation. You and I will talk about that after supper," he said, looking at Bobby.

"Oh yeah? You know about French safes, Dad?"

"Ah. Yes. After supper."

"Okay," the youngster said brightly and cheerfully.

"We'd all like to hear about that," Brett said with a smile curling the right corner of his lip.

"Oh yeah," agreed his twin brother, barely able to hold back his laughter.

"After supper," Barry said uncomfortably, wondering how he was going to get out of this one.

Bobby sighed with relief that he'd gotten through his blunder and suddenly became very fascinated by the peas and carrots on his plate as he vowed not to say another word for the rest of the meal. To save their father embarrassment and get him off the hook, he was sure he, along with his brothers, could distract him with other questions that he would forget about their father-son talk. Everyone's thoughts turned to spending a week in Paris.

The next two weeks went by with agonizing slowness for the four hyper boys. Three days before their departure their grandparents, their father's parents Nat and Marie Brewster, arrived, combining an early summer vacation with a family visit and an opportunity to celebrate the triplet's second birthdays. The triplets being much too young for an overseas flight and a week in a hotel, Marie and Nat had offered to look after them while Barry and Brenda and their sons were away.

Finally the big day arrived and they boarded their flight for Paris, arriving late afternoon on the fourteenth at the Paris airport where they were met by the manager of the Paris WeCare Pet Supplies Office. The rest of the day was spent resting up and exploring the near environs and practising their French on each other. At nine the next day they attended the official ribbon cutting and opening ceremonies and toured the facility and Barry spent the remainder of the morning in meetings. At noon they attended a luncheon for the dignitaries.

That afternoon they were picked up and driven to the venue of the NAO Chess Championship Tournament, now in its third day, and met Ms Nahed Ojjeh. She was an influential, no-nonsense woman with a dynamic personality but with a charm that immediately put them at ease despite her tremendous wealth and power.

"Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!" was all Benny could say as he glanced about the room. He knew that Ms Ojjeh had recruited the best players and that this was a Category IV tournament, but he was still awed at the collection of well-known and legendary players in the room. "Look, there is grandmaster Mark Taimanov, and Peter Suidler, and oh shit, Joel Lautier and Etienne Bacrot! And Edouard Bonnet! Did you know he is going to be thirteen the end of this month?"

"Come, let me introduce you," offered Ms Ojjeh.

Benny could not believe his ears as he floated along beside her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and when they signed his game schedule Brenda observed that he looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Bobby whispered to his brothers that he looked more like he did just before he had an orgasm, and his brothers had to agree. None of them had seen him so overjoyed and they were very happy for him. When the afternoon match commenced, they sat in the VIP seats reserved for them and watched the game.

Not being overly interested, Bobby watched the audience instead. As he glanced at Edouard Bonnet he wondered what it was like to be a child prodigy, and if he played with himself. There was another youngster in the VIP section intently watching the game, a dark-haired, attractive youngster who looked even younger and he wondered if he was a prodigy too. He was so absorbed in the game he did not notice Bobby's interest. In fact he was so absorbed he did not want to miss a second, and as the afternoon wore on, Bobby noticed the boy reaching down and squeezing the fold in his trousers in an effort to cut off his need to take a leak. He might be a prodigy, but he behaved like any other twelve-year-old boy. His action doubled Bobby's interest, and his wild imagination soon had Bobby's jeans bulging.

Finally the boy could hold off no longer and reluctantly made a dash for the washrooms. Bobby was right behind him. Although there were a dozen urinals and the room was empty, Bobby stepped up to the urinal beside him and as he pulled down his fly he glanced over at the boy's crotch. He was pissing like a racehorse as his grandfather put it and Bobby noticed his cock was cut and a nice size though he realized it was likely partially extended due to the need to take a leak. Being a Brewster, Bobby knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, his cock being four and a quarter inches [11 cm] hard and presently partially aroused from his fantasizing, and he exposed his cock proudly and openly so that the boy could not resist taking a peak. The boys shook their dinks off.

"Bobby. Bobby Brewster," he introduced himself, extending his hand. The boy glanced at his hand and then down at his own hand still holding his dick and back up at Bobby uncertainly. "Hey, that's okay. It's just going from one dick to another," he said with a provocative smile.

The boy laughed and extended his hand. "Sergey Kurriarkin."

"So, you're interested in chess," Bobby said, stating the obvious. He knew it was a dumb statement, but he had to start somewhere, and besides, he was a man of action, not a man of words.

"Oh yes, very." He had a thick accent, Russian Bobby concluded from watching James Bond movies, and from his name. "You also?" he asked as he tucked his penis in his trousers.

"Oh yeah," Bobby replied as he did likewise.

"You play?"

"Sure. But I can't squirt yet," Bobby said, glancing down at his crotch.

Sergey looked puzzled for a moment and then flushed with embarrassment. "I… I meant chess."

"I know. Just makin' a joke." He flashed Sergey a smile, the smile that melted mothers' hearts and charmed his classmates into letting him copy their answers to homework he had not gotten around to doing.

"So do you, play chess that is?"

"Yeah. But it's my older brother who is really into chess. He's real good. The best player in Crestview Heights Junior High. You play?"

"Of course. I am considered very good also."

"We talking chess yet?" Bobby asked impishly.

"Both," the boy said with a smile. "And I can't squirt yet either."

"Maybe we could play each other," Bobby suggested.

"Chess?"

"No, for that you're better playing my brother Benny. Come, I'll introduce you."

Benny's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the two approaching him and Bobby beckoning for him to join them. "Benny, this is-," Bobby began.

"Sergey Kurriarkin."

"You've met?"

"No. But anyone who knows anything about chess knows him. In January he was Ponomariov's official second in the FIDE world championship finals!"

"He'd like to play with you. Chess," he added, sharing a grin with Sergey.

"Me?"

"That's what I said. All your jerking off is making you hard of hearing."

"Bobby!"

"Your brother says you are a very good chess player. The best in your school."

"That's nothing compared to what you've achieved."

"Com'on, Benny, don't be modest."

"Bobby, this is an IM we're talking to."

"IM?"

"International Master."

"I know. He said he's good at that too. And he can't squirt yet either."

It was Benny's turn to look puzzled. "Bobby!" he said, flushing a bright crimson as he caught on.

"What is our kid brother up to now?" asked Brent as he and his brother joined them.

"The usual," Benny said, rolling his eyes. He introduced Sergey.

"You play chess also?" he asked.

"We do," Brent said, looking at his brother, "but Benny is the expert."

"Bet he can beat the pants off you," Bobby challenged.

"Bobby!" Benny shouted in exasperation. "Sergey could beat all four of us at the same time."

"Naw, he could only beat two of us at the same time. He only got two hands. Unless you can use your toes. Benny says there are some guys who are totally into feet and can use them-."

"Bobby!" his three brothers exclaimed.

"You really that good at chess?" asked Brett, hoping to change the topic.

"Sergey made International Master last December," Benny informed his twin brothers. "Bobby," he warned, raising his right eyebrow just like his dad as his kid brother began to open his mouth.

"You wanna try taking the four of us on?" asked Brent, knowing his younger brother would be in seventh heaven playing with someone like that but would never ask himself. He looked young, younger than Bobby. He couldn't be that good.

"I would like to, but I need to go now," he said sadly with a shrug as an older man approached them.

"Where are you staying?" asked Benny.

"At the Ducs de Bourgogne."

"Hey, us too!"

"They are staying at the same hotel as we are, and have invited me to a match," Sergey said, to the man, his chaperone and tutor, who had joined them. May I?"

"I don't see why not."

"After supper then? A quarter after eight? I want to see the end of today's match."

"Sure. Room 794. I have a chess set," said Benny.

"I'll bring mine also."

With the boys occupied and in their hotel room that night, Barry and Brenda made an impromptu decision to go out that evening. Sergey arrived at eight-fifteen promptly with his board. Benny already had his set up and he and his brothers had made two more boards and chess pieces out of paper.

"Just for fun, let's play that for each piece a guy loses he has to remove a piece of his clothing," Bobby suggested, having thought about what they might do to get into Sergey's pants ever since they'd left the tournament. He figured there should be no problem with four of them against one. His brothers glanced at Sergey uncertainly. They were not as eager to turn the evening into a sex game as Bobby, but they were not averse to the idea either.

"For each piece that is not a pawn," Sergey said after thinking for a moment, and adding after another moment's thought, "and each person checkmated has to play with himself until there is one winner left."

He had no opposition to that suggestion. The boys quickly realized just how skilled their opponent was as he quickly removed pawn after pawn and they began to lose their back row of pieces. Benny knew the game well and he soon noticed that Sergey could have put his brothers in checkmate several times but instead moved to capture one of their pieces so they would have to remove an article of their clothing. He was playing with them, and doing it well. Bobby was the first to strip to his bare butt and be checkmated, quickly following by Brent and then Brett with Benny being the last to chuck his underwear. With the four of them playing, they did manage to get Sergey down to his underwear, in a large part not due to any skill in chessmanship but because he was distracted by the sight of their generous endowment and became careless as one boy and then another stripped and began playing with himself. From the size of the bulge in his briefs, he was either very well hung himself, or the sight of the four naked boys had gotten him aroused.

It did not take any skill to convince him to chuck his underwear and join them in a jerk circle on the twins' bed. Benny sat down beside him and reached out and slipped his fingers about the twelve-year-old's partially aroused cock. As he began to slowly stroke it, he could not believe he and his brothers had just played a challenge match with the Sergey Kurriarkin, and that he was now sitting beside him and stroking his cock while he was stroking his kid brother's stiff pecker. Hard, Sergey's was just slightly shorter than Bobby's. Bobby meanwhile was doing his older brother Brent who was doing Brett who completed the circle by doing Benny.

The boys concentrated on the throbbing pleasure between their legs, and the delight of stroking another boy's hot, stiff cock, their downy cheeks flushed with arousal and their eyes bright as they thought of the joy yet to come. Five naked boys twelve to sixteen eagerly pounded the stiff cock of the boy to the right while the boy to the left pounded his, their eyes slanted with lust and anticipation, their crimson lips parted as they sucked in the sex-laden air. Brett could not help musing that despite their differences in culture and governments, they were united in a common delight practised by millions of American boys and millions of Russian boys alike. Perhaps, he mused, if world governments were ruled by boys, instead of jockeying for world power and fighting wars, they would host jerking off competitions. Now that would be the way to rule!

Being healthy, hot-blooded boys, all five were soon panting deeply with arousal and their stiff peckers were pulsating with pleasure as they approached their orgasms. So close they were to each other, it was impossible to tell who came first or last. Sergey stared with unabashed interest as he watched Benny and the twins squirt their stuff into handfuls of toilet tissue each held before his spurting knob, evidently experienced at this, and as he and Bobby gasped and jerked their hips and threw back their heads with their powerful, dry orgasms. This was one chess tournament he would not soon forget.

The next day, the sixteenth, they all visited the Eiffel Tower and much to Brent's delight, the Arc de Triumph, and of course they dropped in on the fourth day of the tournament. Sergey was there watching of course and waved, but informed them that as much as he would like to join them for a rematch that night, he was there to learn from these games and his tutor had other plans for him that evening. The next day they toured the Opera de la Bastille and Benny took dozens of photographs to share with his drama class back home, and they toured the Louvre where Bobby purchased a souvenir booklet and a table top book on classical French artists to show to his art class, especially the pictures of nudes which he made sure the books included. The highlight of the day for Benny was being able to watch a match played by the thirty-year-old Japanese chessmaster Yoshihara Hakamoto that afternoon. Yoshihara had joined the Professional School of Shogi, the Japanese version of chess, at the age of twelve and had learned how to play chess at the age of twenty-four, becoming an International Master just over a year ago.

Benny and his family had been introduced to him by Ms Ojjeh on their first day. He too was staying at the Ducs de Bourgogne and at the conclusion of the round, which he had won after only three hours of play, he invited Benny and his brothers to his room for a lesson in Shogi. The invitation came as a surprise and Barry and Brenda suspected it probably had something to do with their connection with Ms Ojjeh. You could not go wrong with becoming friends with the friends of a billionaire who was also financing the sport that was your bread and butter. Knowing what it meant to Benny, of course they gave their consent. Yoshihara Hakamoto was a prominent and respected citizen in his country and a world celebrity, and besides, Benny would be accompanied by his three brothers-they were confident he would be in good hands.

They were right about Yoshihara Hakamoto's motive and about Benny being in good hands. What they did not know was that the thirty-year-old chessmaster had a second, equally compelling motive-he was a boy lover. His intention was simply to spend a few enjoyable hours in the company of four handsome and clearly virile boys, being, like many boy-lovers, primarily attracted by the enthusiasm and freshness of young boys and being satisfied just being in their company in a nonsexual relationship. Of course he did not know it when he made the invite, but in the case of the four Brewster brothers, they were more than willing to engage him in a far more intimate relationship.

Boys can sense when an adult is being open and honest with them and when an adult has ulterior, self-serving motives, and the Brewster boys were even more attune in such matters. Boy lovers can similarly sense if a boy is mature enough to make a willing and informed decision to enter into an intimate relationship, and Yoshihara Hakamoto was such a person. It was Benny who had noticed the man's reaction when his leg accidentally brushed against the man's thigh, and it was Benny who began making the first moves, a touch, a look, a comment that could be taken two ways. Yoshihara was quick to follow up such initiatives and quick to realize that Benny was fully aware of the secondary game they were playing besides the primary one of Shogi, a game not unlike Shogi or chess. He was also quick to note that Benny's three brothers were very much aware of the secondary game also, and eager to be part of it.

"You are a very fast learner," he observed as the lesson concluded. "You would make an excellent Shogi player."

"Thanks," Benny replied, placing a hand on the man's thigh. "It's not hard when you have a good teacher." He emphasized hard and innocently slipped his hand farther up his leg and over the bulge that had developed. Some men hang on the left and others on the right. Yoshihara was on the left.

"You are too kind. It is not hard when a student is willing and eager." He also emphasized hard, and willing and eager.

Their eyes met and slowly the two smiled.

"Benny's not inexperienced," Brent observed. "He likes a challenge, the stiffer the better." The four brothers were skilled in double entendres, and one would have to be clueless or ignorant not to pick up on such a blatant hint. "I think it's time the three of us left so you can give him a more intense lesson."

"Leave? But it's early," protested Bobby. The twelve-year-old was as skilled in double entendres as his brothers, but not so quick on picking up hints. However, when Brent gave him "the" look, he quickly caught on. "But then, it's been a long day," he said with an exaggerated yawn and stretch. "I'm ready for bed."

"It is long, and a bed sounds like a good idea," Yoshihara said, looking at Bobby and then at Brent.

Benny needed no further hints. His fingers followed the bulge in the man's left leg and up over his stomach. They slowly pulled down the man's fly and slipped back up to unclasp his trousers. The man made no protest. The other three boys instantly made their move, Brent unbuttoning the man's shirt and Brett and Bobby dropping to remove his shoes, and then his socks. Benny eased the man's trousers down and as Brett and Bobby took over he returned to slip his hands under the man's boxers as Brent eased the man's shirt over his shoulders. Slipping his arms about Yoshihara, Brent kissed him as Benny cupped his warm, sweaty balls and rolled them and Bobby and Brett began to caress his inner thighs. The man's cock quickly began to grow and he eagerly unbuttoned Brent's shirt. Delighted to see his pierced nipples, he caressed the horny teenager's smooth chest and slipped his shirt off. Brent's pants quickly followed and then his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. By then Bobby and Brett had progressed up to Yoshihara's chest and were running their fingers though the thirty-year-old's thick chest hair and around his nipples, causing them to become firm, and Yoshihara eagerly undid their belts and pulled down their flies. Pushing down their jeans, he cupped the compact asses of the two boys and his cock began to swell faster.

The next fifteen minutes were a frenzy of kissing and caressing, the four boys running their hot hands and hot lips over the naked body of the thirty-year-old chessmaster, and the man delightfully caressing and kissing each of the four boys. His hands ran down their smooth, muscular backs and cupped their smooth, compact buns, and his fingers excitedly slipped around to their crotches and cupped and rolled their loose balls, three sets with fine silky hair and one hairless, all huge and all sweaty. He ran his fingers over their pubes and eagerly stroked the growing tubes of boy flesh. His own tube was erect and aching.

He was uncertain what act to engage in and with whom as his lips met those of Benny, the fourteen-year-old's fine wisps of hair on his upper lip sending thrills of arousal through the man's crotch and causing his stiff cock to ache even more. The boys solved the problem for him. Rolling him onto his side, Bobby snuggled down in front of him and perched on the tip of his stiff cock. Benny quickly took position on the other side, the knob of his stiff cock pressing against the man's anus. Brent and Brett reversed directions so they were able to lick the man's balls while offering their own to him. Yoshihara eagerly sucked on the large, fragrant nuts of first one teen and then the other, and then quickly turned his attention to the twin cocks jutting up from silky bushes of blond hairs, twin cocks just under seven inches [18 cm] in length. He took one and then the other into his mouth and sucked on the blood-engorged knobs as he slowly and gently sank his cock up the naked twelve-year-old's tender ass and he felt his own ass being penetrated by the slender and rock-hard pecker of the boy's fourteen-year-old brother. He quivered with delight and the thought of being fucked by the young teenage boy, his own pecker buried up the hot, moist asshole of his preteen brother.

He slowly began to pump his swollen cock in and out of Bobby's tight ass and he sighed with pleasure as the hot, moist chamber squeezed tightly about his organ. This was clearly not the first time the boy had been fucked. One of the greatest pleasures in life was fucking the tender ass of an eager prepubescent boy and he grasped Bobby's slender hips and closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. Another of life's greatest pleasures was being fucked by a horny fourteen-year-old boy. This night he was doubly blessed. He squeezed his sphincter tightly about the teenage boy's stiff cock pumping in and out of his ass and sighed with the delight of being furiously fucked by the lustful boy. Sucking teenage dick was definitely high on his list of pleasures too, even more so when they were twin dicks, and dicks of such delightful size and belonging to such gorgeous boys. Inhaling the heady fragrance of their sweaty balls, he sucked on one pair and then the other and eagerly ran his tongue up the twin shafts and over the blood-engorged knobs in anticipation of drinking the boys' hot teenage cream.

Soon all five were sweating and panting with exertion and desire, their cocks pulsating and tingling as the five approached their orgasms. Finally Bobby began to squirm and to pump his hips to and fro rapidly, riding Yoshihara's stiff cock while furiously pumping his own dicklet. Benny at the same time grasped the man's hips and began to pump his cock in and out of his hot, tight asshole as fast and as deep as he could and Yoshihara knew that could only mean that the fourteen-year-old was approaching his orgasm and the thought of a fourteen-year-old boy cumming up his ass had him about to explode. The twins meanwhile wedged the tips of their dicks into his mouth and he eagerly lapped up the sweet, clear pre-cum oozing out of their throbbing cocks. Seconds later the two boys quivered with their orgasms, filling his mouth with their thick, rich cream, their loads mingling with each other and the excess flowing around his chin. The hair on the back of his neck stood as he swallowed the delicious, thick teenage slime. Seconds later he felt Benny's load squirting up his ass and the thought that his asshole was being filled with the fourteen-year-old's stuff caused the chessmaster to quiver with sheer delight. Closing his eyes in ecstasy and grasping Bobby's slender hips, he rammed his cock up the boy's asshole and began to fill the twelve-year-old's hot rectum with his own stuff. Bobby trembled as he felt the man's gizm filling his rectum and he clenched his sphincter tight about the man's throbbing cock as he jerked uncontrollably and erratically with his own orgasm.

When they returned to their hotel room some time later and Barry and Brenda asked if they had enjoyed the evening, they were surprised at the enthusiastic affirmation the boys normally reserved for amusement parks and fast food treats. They had no idea that an intellectual game like Shogi could cause such flushed cheeks and bright eyes and such fervent enthusiasm.

The next morning they visited the Cité des Sciences et de l'Industrie, the largest science museum in Europe, and the Cité de la Musique, both much to Brett's delight, and after lunch they were all enthralled by the magnificent architecture and opulence of Notre Dame. Each wandering about the vast cathedral at his or her own pace and according to individual interests, Brent came across a handsome youth sketching the rose window at the west end of the building and was soon joined by his three brothers. The boy had long, silken hair of jet black that he wore loose over his shoulders, a smooth, olive complexion, dark brown eyes and thick, sensuous lips, an effeminate face and body except for the fine, silky wisps of an emerging moustache on his upper lip. He wore a pair of pentagram earings and a tapered black shirt, the top three buttons undone to reveal a smooth, muscular chest upon which rested a dark red stone with dark shadows that seemed to flow with each movement of his body. Curious, the boys looked over his shoulder at his work. It was as beautiful as he was.

"C'est très bien," Brent observed as the boy glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Merci."

"Ou peut?" he asked, indicating the sketch book beside the boy.

"Certainment."

The pencil sketches were of varied subjects and all of them superb.

"That is fucking awesome," observed Bobby, looking at a picture of a wolf. "He looks like he's gonna fucking leap out of the page."

"Excusez mon petit frère," apologized Brent, seeing the look on the boy's face. "Bobby, this is a church for Chrisake," he admonished.

"That's okay," the boy said. "The trick is in the perspective and the shadowing," he explained, looking at Bobby.

"You speak English."

"Je comprends un peu anglais."

"And I comprehend a little French," Brent said and the two boys smiled.

Many of the pictures, Brent noticed, had Wiccan symbols. One of the sketches was obviously a self-portrait with the image of a raven in the background.

"My spirit guide," the boy said.

"Mine is Iolair, the Golden Eagle."

"You are a Wiccan?" the boy asked in surprise.

Brent nodded. As he continued to thumb through the sketch book, he also noticed many of the pictures were homoerotic. One detailed one was of two naked young men embracing, both with large erections. He glanced at the boy and raised his eyebrow questioningly. The boy nodded in response to the unspoken question.

"Too bad Billy wasn't here. You and he could have a portrait done like that," Bobby observed.

The boy smiled, evidently understanding enough English to know what Bobby had said. "Billy?" he asked.

"A friend," Brent said, clarifying after a moment, "Boyfriend."

"Ah, then you are queer also."

Brent nodded.

"But you are not French."

"No. American."

"You would make an excellent model," the boy observed. "I would love to do your portrait."

Brent blushed. "That would be cool, but we leave the day after tomorrow."

"That is a shame. I am Damiano de Rambouillet," he said, extending his hand.

Brent shook it and felt an ache deep in his groin. The boy's fingers were long and delicate and he could not help imagining the boy stroking himself with them, and stroking his stirring member. He introduced himself, and his three brothers. "You are here just two more nights?" Brent nodded. "Perhaps we could go out, tonight or tomorrow night? I know a most excellent gay club."

Brent had never been to a gay club and to do so was intriguing, especially with a boy like Damiano. "That would be fun, but my parents would never let me go out alone," Brent said with a sigh, nodding toward his parents who had appeared around the corner and were heading toward them.

"Perhaps if accompanied by your brother? We do not have to go to a gay club."

"A gay club would be fine," Brett said. "I enjoy… having fun with another guy. But our parents would worry about us going out on our own, even together."

Barry and Brenda joined their sons and were introduced and shown Damiano's work, which they highly complemented much to his embarrassment.

"Damiano has invited me to his home for a lesson tomorrow night," Bobby suddenly announced.

His brothers and Damiano were just as surprised as the boys' parents. Art was an interest that was not typical of Bobby and they had encouraged it, but to go with a total stranger to his home was out of the question. "That is very kind of you," said Barry, "but I don't-."

"I understand tomorrow is your last night?"

"That is right."

"Then you must have planned a romantic evening for your last night in Paris, just the two of you."

"Well, actually-."

"A romantic, candlelight supper at a fine restaurant, say like Gare de Leon's Le Train Bleu," he said drawing his pinched fingers to his lips and tossing a kiss, "followed by perhaps an evening at a Paris theatre. I do not know what is playing at the Palais Garnier, but it is an elegant theatre, and the performances are always highly rated. An excellent last night for a couple who are as much in love as your sons say you are."

"They-," said Barry in surprise as he looked at his sons, "well, I, ah.…"

"You need not worry about your sons. I would be delighted to show them a teenager's view of Paris. Say a walk along the Champs Élysées to check out some of the shops. There is an excellent H & M, a Hugo Boss, and a large Abercrombie and Fitch store. And certainment FNAC! It is the largest music store in Paris. We could have steak frites at Le Relais de l'Entrecôte. Steak frites is the French national dish, and they do a fantastic job. And perhaps afterward a tour of the Catacombs, Paris's underground cemetery, and I know they'd like the Paris sewer tour."

"Oh fu-, fu-, fu'sure," stammered Bobby. "Can we, please?" He looked up at his parents with his large, pleading eyes that he knew his parents could not resist.

"Or perhaps we could do the tours first, if you'd like to join us."

"Ah, no, I think we'll pass on that," Barry replied, and Brenda quickly agreed.

"So can we?" the four boys asked hopefully.

"Well… if you stick together… and you two older boys promise to keep a close watch on your younger brothers," Barry said, glancing at Brenda and hoping it would not be too late to get reservations for the two places the boy had mentioned. Brenda nodded. A romantic night in Paris, just the two of them… .

"Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad! You're the greatest!"

"That's fu-, fu-, fu-, for sure!" observed Bobby.

So the next morning they visited the Luxembourg Gardens and took a ride on the Seine, and that afternoon they took in a couple hours of the chess tournament. Damiano met them at their hotel and the boys headed out to take in the Cemetery tour and stroll the Champs Élysées and do some shopping before having their steak frites. Barry had meanwhile managed to get dinner and theatre tickets, with the help and influence of Nahed Ojjeh, at the places Damiano had suggested.

Damiano complemented Bobby on his ingenuity in mentioning the art lesson and gave him an impromptu art lesson at the restaurant, and the boys complemented Damiano on the skill with which he'd convinced their parents to let them go out that night on their own, to which he observed that he suspected the boys were accomplished in such manipulation of their parents themselves. After supper, they caught the subway to Le Bunker, one of the more risque Paris gay clubs. It of course had a strictly enforced eighteen-year-old admittance policy but Damiano had come with fake ID's for the twins and at sixteen they could pass as eighteen-year-olds, and with their looks and bodies there was not a man in the club who was going to question the validity of their ID's. As for Bobby and Benny, Damiano was well known at the club, both as a client and as an artist whose work had been commissioned by a number of the customers, and he knew certain clientele who took special delight in underage boys and would see they were well looked after. After meeting the brothers at Notre Dame, he had contacted one of them, a fifty-year-old pastry chef with a fetish that he was sure the two boys would enjoy, and he was eagerly waiting for them at the door.

Damiano took Brent and Brett directly upstairs to the huge dance floor and the boys were awed to see so many men, all gay, in one room, talking, drinking, dancing, kissing, and groping each other. They were mostly in their twenties and early thirties though they ranged from eighteen to their seventies. Damiano began dancing with the twins, which for the two boys was a new experience, highly enjoyable and highly erotic. Couples all around them were snuggling close and openly caressing and kissing, slipping hands inside shirts to caress and arouse nipples and slipping hands inside jeans to caress butts and cup family jewels. The three soon followed suit, and swaying to the rock music Damiano found himself being expertly groped by two identical blond Adonises as he ran his slim fingers over the delightfully smooth body of one and then the other. The three of them quickly became aroused and they kissed and embraced with growing desire.

They finally paused for cold sodas to cool down, and then Damiano and Brent paired up while Brett paired off with a good-looking nineteen-year-old with bedroom eyes and delicious lips. Along with several dozen others in the room, they swayed to the music, their hearts beating faster and faster and their breathing becoming more laboured with arousal. Many had unbuttoned their shirts to reveal their chests, some smooth and muscular and others with thick mats of hair, and many had open flies with either an eager hand inserted or a turgid cock extracted.

Bobby and Benny had meanwhile gone off with the pastry chef, Etienne Dumont, to a nearby establishment which rented rooms for simple, clandestine rendezvous and other more elaborate rooms where clients could engage in their favourite roleplaying fantasies. Etienne was a frequent customer and had even helped design the particular room he now rented, a room designed as a bedroom as it would appear in ancient Rome with fake marble columns and fake marble statues, all of young boys or of men and boys in various sexual positions. Having changed into a simple toga and sandals, he now reclined on a low platform piled with pillows and watched Bobby and Benny, now dressed in sleeveless tunics just barely long enough to cover their balls and sandals laced halfway up their calves, perform gymnastic and acrobatic exercises that provided frequent glimpses of their naked butts and their privates. Both boys being athletic and having vivid imaginations and having watched enough dramas involving ancient Rome and Greece had no difficulty in the impromptu performance.

Besides, their Roman noble was more interested in watching a performance much more erotic, and with his direction, the athletic performance blended into an erotic one and soon the two brothers were dancing, kissing and groping each other and removing what little clothing they had until they were naked. It was obvious the two brothers had engaged in such foreplay with each other before, a fact that greatly increased the arousal of the Roman noble watching them as he preferred precocious, experienced boys, and being good-looking and brothers was an added bonus. Soon all three were sporting erections.

Having them lie on a low table, he proceeded to spray their naked bodies with whipped cream and decorate them with chocolate and caramel syrup and with fruit, grapes, wedges of melon, strawberries and peach slices in strategic places. He then sat between then and devoured his creations, licking not just the cream and syrup from their bodies and eating the fresh fruit, but eagerly licking and sucking their pert, erect nipples until the boys were squirming with arousal, and eagerly licking and sucking clean their balls and stiff dicks until they were ready to orgasm.

Stripping off his toga, he similarly lied on one of the tables and had the boys spray his naked body with whipped cream and lace it with syrup and decorate it with the same pieces of fruit in the same strategic places. He was a distinguished looked man greying at the temples and with a double chin and a belly that showed he took just as much delight in consuming his pastries as he did in baking them. For the two boys, it was not an unpleasant thing he was asking of them, and they eagerly lapped at his erect nipples and licked the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from the shaft and knob of his erect member with growing arousal and in anticipation of a streamer of a very special cream both were acquainted with. With a heavy sigh and a smile of pure delight, he finally stood and with his stiff dick preceding him, walked over to a curtained off corner of the room, and with a smile of anticipation, he pulled back the curtain. The eyes of the two boys widened as they looked at him and then at each other.

Damiano had meanwhile taken Brent and Brett back downstairs. Stopping at the lockers, they quickly stowed away their clothes, and then padded barefoot through the maze of rooms. They passed showers where men in pairs, threes or fours were busily soaping up and washing down each other, several pairs were kissing and masturbating, and still other pairs were engaged in oral and anal sex under the showerheads. Brent and Brett had seen adult men engaged in all types of sex, but were still fascinated by the sight and their partially aroused members began to rise. They continued on to the next shower area were grown men were crouching down and eagerly drinking the piss of their partners and others were stroking themselves while their partner or partners were showering them with a golden spray. The two boys glanced at each other and wondered.

Damiano took them further into the maze where they passed a row of cubicles. Those with their doors open revealed some with a hole in one adjoining wall and some with a hole in both right and left walls. The purpose of the holes became clear when they passed another row of cubicles with glass walls. In one a man pressed up against one glass wall like a mime in a box with his stiff dick stuck through the hole between cubicles was being sucked off by a man crouching in the next cubicle. Another room was divided in half by a fence reaching almost to the ceiling with a series of holes in which a man could insert his dick to be sucked or thrust into the eager hole of another man hidden on the other side.

From there Damiano lead them into another room, totally dark. They brushed up against naked bodies and found eager hands reaching out to caress them and other hands guiding theirs to stiff, eager cocks. Unable to see their own hands before their faces, they groped and were groped, goosed and were goosed, and embraced and kissed, unable to tell anything about their partners. Already fully aroused, the twins found the anonymity exciting and their stiff cocks were dripping with precum as eager hands wrapped about them and wanked them and as others crouched behind them and ran their tongues eagerly along their cracks. Somehow Damiano found them and taking them by the hand, lead them from the room and down the hall, past closed cubicles and others that were no more than closets with low, padded tables, and finally to a simple, empty room where he closed and latched the door behind them.

Not far away, Bobby and Benny stared at the glass box about six feet [1.8 m] tall and three feet [90 cm] square with a ladder on the outside of one side with a matching ladder on the inside. It was filled three-quarters of the height with some type of pale lime-green liquid. Handing the boys a pair of diving goggles and a pair of snorkels, Etienne climbed up the ladder and descended the other side, and as he did so the liquid slowly rose until it was just below his teats. Benny entered next and found the liquid to actually be a warm, thick gel with a constituency not unlike Jell-O. Actually, it tasted like apple Jell-O and as he entered, it slowly rose over Etienne's nipples. Bobby climbed in last and the gel rose again, well over the four-foot-seven [1.40 m], twelve-year-old's head and that of his brother, and just over the lower of the pastry chef's double chins.

With the tops of their snorkels above the gel, the two boys inhaled deeply and began to lick and suck the man's nipples, and then to proceed down to his balls and prick, at the same time sucking in the apple-flavoured Jell-O. Feeling the Jell-O oozing between their toes and between their legs and filling their mouths was erotic in a strange way as was the combined taste of apple and the man's stiff cock, and the two found themselves once again sporting erections. Etienne reached down and began stroking their stiff dicks with a schlucking sound, the sound and his touch and the feel of the Jell-O oozing over their exposed knobs and dangling balls causing them to squirm with even more arousal. Both of course had sucked plenty of men by this time, but doing so in a tub of green Jell-O and totally surrounded by the thick gel added an eroticism to the act that soon had the two sucking in the air through the snorkels in gasps as they felt themselves approaching their orgasms. Etienne tensed and the boys knew his own climax was approaching.

Up the street the twins discovered the room was not totally empty. There was a leather harness hanging from the ceiling. Helping Damiano into the sling so he was suspended with his feet off the ground, the two horny boys swung him into position. Brent kissed him on the lips while Brett massaged the boy's anus and the boy's cock wagged with arousal. He was well hung, just slightly shorter and narrower than the twins, and they eagerly played with his stiff cock and caressed his balls, swinging him from one to the other much to his delight. Lowering him, Brent crouched beneath him and sucked on his low-hanging balls and then took his stiff cock in his mouth, and reaching up to the sling, he swung himself up and wrapped his arms about Damiano's waist and crooked his legs so he was able to grasp the sling between his ankles and above Damiano's body, leaving his stiff cock directly in line with Damiano's mouth. The boy eagerly took it between his lips and began to bob his head up and down the shaft, deep throating the panting sixteen-year-old as the two swung suspended above the floor.

Brett meanwhile positioned himself behind the swinging pair and holding Damiano steady and planting his feet firmly on the floor, he bent his knees until his cockhead was lined up with the dusky teen's asshole. With an expertise gained from experience, he grasped the boy's hips and eased forward, impaling him with his stiff, seven-inch [18 cm] cock. Damiano sucked deeply on Brent's cock as he felt himself being penetrated and groaned with ecstasy. The three horny sixteen-year-olds began to eagerly fuck and suck, working themselves and each other toward a climax with a lust and eagerness only sixteen-year-olds can muster. Damiano and Brent sucked desperately on each other's cock and Brett furiously rammed his cock in and out of the French boy's ass, at times becoming so enthusiastic that he lost his balance and the three swung in a free fuck until he could gain his footing again. Three young cocks burned and throbbed with desire and three pairs of balls tightened with growing lust as the boys felt themselves approaching their orgasm.

Up the street, unable to hold back any longer, Etienne drew back his cock and began spurting, his thick, white cream snaking through the Jell-O in streamers. Benny shot seconds later, his young, watery semen similarly streaking the gel, and Bobby sucked eagerly on Etienne's pert nipple as he trembled with his own orgasm. Not that far away, their two brothers and their new friend gasped and sighed with their own orgasms, Brent and Damiano eagerly swallowing each other's thick, tart load while Brett filled Damiano's rectum with his. Their mother's negative reaction recently to the discovery that their uncle was gay and about to be married had upset and worried the boys, but that night their guilt and worries were forgotten. There was no doubt in their minds that it was good to be queer.

The boys arrived back at their hotel barely fifteen minutes before their parents and feigned sleep as their mother and father returned and checked in on them. From their flushed cheeks and the dreamy look in their eyes, it was evident that their parents had done more than have a romantic supper and take in a show, and smoldering under the sweet smell of wine and their spicy cologne and perfume, the boys recognized the musky fragrance of sex. As Brenda leaned over to kiss Bobby and Benny she was perplexed by the faint scent of apple sauce and another fragrance that reminded her of roasting chestnuts, the latter fragrance being even stronger on the twins, and she wondered just what the boys had eaten for a midnight snack. Barry, just as curious about the hint of apple sauce, knew the other musky, cheesy odour and smiled. He and his wife were evidently not the only two to have had a hot time their last evening in Paris. The six of them drifted off to a deep, satisfied sleep with a smile on their lips, exhausted and contented, and they slept for most of the flight back to America the next day, memories of their last night in gay Pari fresh in their minds.

OTHER BREWSTER ADVENTURES