Welcome back, everyone! When we last looked in on our boys, Tyler was about to reveal his connection to the now-deceased Alan Bradley. Hang on tight; it's going to be a wild ride.
This story deals with adult themes, primarily same-gender sexual relations. Such relations have their basis in love and commitment, rather than sex for the sake of sex alone. In some cases they will use protection; at other times they will not. You and I should always use protection because we do not live in the world of fiction.
If you are offended the idea of homosexuality or if you are under the age of consent or if you reside in an area where such things are considered illegal or immoral, then you should seek entertainment elsewhere.
Comments may be directed to the author at thornado5@netscape.net
This story is copyright 2004 by Mike Williams. All rights reserved. Thou shalt not steal.
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A Thousand Rainbows by Mike Williams
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"Alan and I practically grew up together. His family moved into the house next door to mine when we were just toddlers. You know he's got two older brothers, Mike and Phil. Our moms got to be best friends too. They'd have their coffee together while Alan and I played or took a nap. We had our bath together, slept over at each other's houses, everything. We were just inseparable.
"I told you about the blood oath we swore. We must have been about nine years old when we did that.
"I guess we were about ten when things got real tight between us. Yeah, it was the summer before we started sixth grade. My folks were going to visit my grandparents in Colorado for a week. They wanted me to go with them, but I couldn't stand to be apart from Alan for that long. And my brother ... I don't know if you ever met Keith, he's eight years older than me ... well, he was working at Kenney's Garage. So he agreed to look after me while the folks were away. And, of course, Alan's mom would be checking on us every day.
"Well, I guess the folks hadn't been gone more than a couple hours, when Keith told me he and his friends had a camping trip planned for the Fourth of July weekend. Now, Alan and me, well, there's nothing we loved more than camping out Sam's Creek.
"Well, my face lit up like a Christmas tree, and I begged Keith to let Alan come along too. We'd have our own tent, apart from where Keith and his buddies would be. This would be our chance to prove we could survive on our own. That's important when you're ten years old and living in the shadow of your older brothers.
"So we both walked next door to make the arrangements with Alan's parents for Mike, Phil, Alan and me to go along on this camping trip. What we didn't know was that the three older boys had already arranged the whole thing, so their parents were cool with it and with Alan and me tagging along.
"We were actually about fifteen miles beyond Sam's Creek. That was uncharted territory for us; we'd never been up that far. So it was real exciting. Keith took us to our campsite first; it was just about a hundred yards upriver from where he and the other guys would be. Alan and I had spent a couple days practicing in the backyard, seeing how fast we could set up our tent and get our air-beds inflated. So when it came time for the real thing, we had it all together in no time. We had our own stove for cooking our meals, our own cooler full of food, a case of pop, lanterns and flashlights, everything a couple young campers could want.
"It was still pretty early in the afternoon when we finished setting up, so we hiked back down the road to see if we could help the older boys set up their stuff. It looked like a real comedy with them trying to put up this big bulky tent, nothing like the lightweight nylon one Alan and I had. But they let us help stick the pins in the ground and blow up the air-beds, so we felt like we had done a good deed and headed back to our own campsite. Alan and I spent the rest of the afternoon skinny-dipping in the stream and lying out in the sun to dry ourselves off. Being naked together was nothing new to us; we'd been naked together ever since we were little.
"Well, it got to be about dinnertime, so we fired up our propane stove and grilled some hot dogs. After dinner we played cards until it was too dark too see. About that time we could see some headlights coming up the road. From where we were camped, we couldn't see Keith's campsite, but we had a good view back down the valley of any cars coming up the road. Well, this car pulled off the road into Keith's campsite, and then the music started playing real loud. We figured it was some more of Keith's buddies from town, come up to party. Maybe even some girls.
"Alan and I weren't interested in the girls. Hell, we were only ten. But we wanted to see what the big boys were doing. So we put on our dark T-shirts ... y'know, to make it hard for them to see us in the dark ... and snuck back down the road and hid in the bushes about ten yards away from their campfire.
"There was that other car; I think it belonged to one of the guys Keith worked with at Kenney's Garage. The back hatch was open, and that's where the loud music was coming from. On the ground just outside the rear hatch there were a few ice-chests, and we could see they were filled with beer and some other bottles, and I remember seeing some limes in there too. I guess they were shooting tequila.
"We didn't see any girls, just seven or eight guys sitting around, drinking beer and passing something else that smelled real bad. We had never smelled pot before, and we had never seen our brothers drinking or getting stoned. None of them were twenty-one yet, so we didn't know how they had come by all that booze.
"Well, pretty soon someone broke out a deck of cards, and they all started playing strip poker. Alan's brothers can't play cards for shit, and they were both bare-ass naked in just a couple minutes. The other guys had lost a few articles of clothing, but Keith seemed to be holding his own.
"Then the strangest thing happened. Alan's brothers turned to each other and started making out right there in front of all these guys. I'm talking big, wide open-mouthed tonsil hockey. I don't think I've ever seen anything so intense, so ... I don't know ... passionate. We could see it all plain as day from where we were hiding in the bushes. The other guys in the game took notice and urged them on.
"Mike and Phil were both sporting some mighty big boners by this time. They reached down and started stroking each other's dicks while they continued their make-out session. That's when Keith stood up and called an end to the game, stripping off his own t-shirt and his shorts, standing there naked in the center of the circle. The other guys took that as their cue to strip off whatever clothes they had left.
"I had seen my brother naked before, but never with a hard-on. And what a hard-on! Christ, he must have been about nine inches, pointing up to the sky. The other guys ... well, they were no slouches in the dick department either. Sporting woodies, all of `em.
"Well, then Keith walked over to Mike and Phil and put his arms around them both. They never broke their kiss, but they turned their heads so Keith could get in on it. All their tongues just ... wow, I don't know how else to describe it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my brother, making out with both of my best friend's brothers at the same time. Then things really started to heat up.
"Keith went to his knees and took Mike's dick in his mouth, slurping on it like it was a popsicle. The other guys gathered closer around them to watch and stroke their own dicks. It was only a little while before Mike starting moaning, and his whole body went stiff. We thought he was having a seizure of some kind. Alan was ready to run in there and help him. But I put my hand on his shoulder. He turned to me, and we just looked at each other with our mouths open for a minute. Without saying a word we decided that it wouldn't be a good idea for us to leave our hiding place. So we just turned back to the circle.
"Mike was breathing hard; he seemed to be recovering as Keith stood up. There was this white stuff dripping from his mouth, and Keith and Mike and Phil all leaned in to kiss each other like they were doing before. Above the music Alan and I could hear sounds coming from the other guys who were watching, kind of moaning, sounding like they were approving everything that was going on.
"Well, then Mike moved behind Phil and hooked his arms under Phil's shoulders. Keith reached down and pulled Phil up off the ground. He was standing up with Phil's legs over his shoulders, like Phil's feet were hanging down Keith's back. A couple guys stepped closer to help Mike support Phil in mid-air. Keith leaned in, and ... I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets ... I coulda sworn that he had his mouth at Phil's asshole.
"Whatever Keith was doing down there, Phil liked it; he was moaning and groaning for more. In a couple minutes Keith came up for air and let Phil down off his shoulders, but not all the way to the ground. Phil's dick was dripping something, not the white stuff we had seen before. But Keith got right in there, licking Phil's dick and balls, and teasing it with his tongue. Phil was about half crazy by then. Phil's pretty well hung too; I'd guess he's about eight and a half inches.
"Somebody held his dick up, pointing it up to the sky, and I heard Keith exhale real loud as he went down on Phil's dick. From where we were spying from, it looked like Keith had his nose all the way down to Phil's belly-button. He was bobbing up and down, and Phil sounded like he was crying. Not like he was hurt, it was more like feeling good. After a couple minutes his whole body went stiff too, and he leaned his head back with a big smile. Mike was smiling this shit-eatin' grin too, and he bent over to swap spit with his brother.
"Keith pulled off Phil's dick and let his feet back down to the ground real gently. Mike unhooked himself from Phil, and they all leaned in to slurp on Phil's cum. The other guys were starting to pair off, making out and stroking each other's dicks. Mike and Phil went to their knees with Mike sucking Keith's dick and Phil burying his nose in Keith's ass. Well, later we figured out that Phil was using his tongue, not his nose, on Keith's ass."
At this point Tyler paused and looked at the twins. "You guys doing okay?"
Jason and Josh just nodded.
Tyler turned to Paul. "How about you, quarterback?" he asked softly.
Paul tried to swallow in a dry throat. "I think I need some water."
Jason, Josh and Tyler all jumped at once to tend to the injured quarterback. They all glanced at each other, and Paul started snickering.
"You guys are all sporting major woodies," he managed to say through his wired jaw.
The other three realized that Paul was right, and they started giggling, then outright laughing at their situation.
"Oh, god, don't make me laugh," Paul cried, trying to get himself under control once again. Oh, damn, that hurts. You can spin one hell of a story, Tyler."
Tyler had regained his composure. "And it's all true, quarterback, every word of it," he said with a smile. "Tell ya what ... when you get your ass outta here, I'll take you up there and show you just where it all happened."
"You're on," Paul replied with a smile. "Now, can somebody get me some water, please?"
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to be continued in Chapter 16