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Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two thirteen-yearolds, two of their long-forgotten kin, and an assortment
of their classmates putting on a community Thanksgiving pageant. It is
posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. If
you're expecting a Disney-like family-oriented Thanksgiving story, not only
are you in the wrong site and know nothing about the Brewster brothers, but
you're in for one fucking surprise. 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. This is the ninth of the
Brewster Boys Series. Comments and horns of plenty can be sent to the
author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com who suggests you give
special thanks this year for the invention of the condom.
A Brewster Thanksgiving
Part Two: The First Thanksgiving, A play in Four Acts
Finally everyone was seated, the lights were dimmed, a spotlight was
turned on, and sixteen-year-old Michael Slanowski, in the role of John
Carver, the merchant responsible for chartering the Mayflower and arranging
the voyage, and who would be elected the first governor in Plymouth,
stepped out from behind the curtains. He was dressed in a dark-green linen
shirt, dark-brown leather breeches with long knit stockings that extended
up under his breeches, and a sleeveless dark-brown leather jacket.
"In our search for religious freedom, we Pilgrims fled from England to
Holland, and then in September in the year of our Lord 1620, one hundred
and two men, women and children set sail for America on a ship called the
Mayflower with Captain Christopher Jones, his officers, and twenty seamen.
The boat was very small and the voyage very rough. It was gale season when
we set sail. For days at a time we had to lower the sails and drift
through gigantic sea swells. Seams in the deck opened, spilling icy water
down on us. As the journey progressed we became more and more frightened
for our lives."
The curtains opened, revealing the deck of a ship with canvas sails
noisily flapping through the help of hidden hands behind the stage flats.
Other stagehands rippled tin sheets to sound like a storm and several
students were blowing into the microphone. A dozen students dressed as men
and boys were swaying back and forth on the deck. Several in the audience
twittered as the boys swayed in opposite directions instead of together as
the ship supposedly rocked. A whisper from the director of the play, high
school drama teacher Mr. Jean Poulette, quickly had everyone swaying in
unison.
"Captain, the main beam has buckled and cracked," announced one of the
sailors running onto the stage. "Some of the men are saying it is time to
turn back."
"We have a strong ship," replied Captain Christopher Jones, played by
fifteen-year-old Howard Miller. He slipped his hand in the vest of his
ship captain's uniform in what he figured was a Napoleon-like pose. "It is
water tight, and the beam can be repaired. There is no need to turn back."
"Aye, we have suffered too much to turn back now," agreed John Carver
amongst the murmur of agreement of the other Pilgrims on stage, including
his twelve-year-old servant William Latham and twenty-one-year-old servant
John Howland standing on either side of him.
"It is God's test of our faith and courage," observed Reverend Elder
William Brewster, his long blond hair powdered grey to reflect his age. At
fifty-four, he was the eldest Pilgrim to make the crossing. "But we will
make it with honest work and prayer." The others all murmured agreement,
fortunately loud enough to hide the snickering of his two sons. Bobby and
Benny glanced over at Love and Wrestling, whom they had conjured back for
this evening and whom only the four brothers could see and hear. As
Reverend Elder William Brewster dropped to his knees, those playing the
Pilgrims joined him. Joining the sailors in making fun of their pious
passengers, Love and Wrestling stuck out their tongues at their supposed
father and gave him the finger, a gesture they had learned from their
descendants and which made the visible play Love and Wrestling giggle and
receive a glare from the director.
"No matter how hard it gets, we will keep going," observed young Samuel
Fuller the Second, who would have been twelve during the crossing. He was
played by fifteen-year-old Wally Bingham who easily looked twelve years of
age with his fine features, wig and rouged cheeks.
He was kneeling directly before Captain Christopher Jones, his head
level with the boy's crotch. Back in February Howard Miller had been one
of the boys Wally had blown in the boy's washroom in his drug driven lust,
the result of the bully having been shot with one of Cupid's arrows. It
had been an experience that in one day had changed him from being the
school bully to being the school queen.
"Aye, it will be hard, but we will make it," agreed Captain Jones,
glancing down at his classmate on his knees in front of him. His mind
flashed back nine months earlier, the Monday after Valentines, when he and
Wally had been in exactly the same position in the end stall in the boys'
washroom. That had been the first blow job he'd ever received, but
certainly not the last. The Captain shuffled uncomfortably, wishing he'd
never thought that thought as his dick began to stir. The more he tried
not to think of that, to his horror the faster he began to stiffen.
As Samuel Fuller the Second looked up at the captain, the boy saw that
far away look and had a good idea what the captain was thinking. He
glanced down at the captain's cotton breeches. The tent that was forming
was evidence that he was right. As his own dick began to stir, Samuel
Fuller quickly glanced away and tried to think of something else, but it
was too hard. In no time so was he. He quickly dropped his hands in front
of his crotch, and it was not in prayer. He noticed the captain drop his
hands too. Shit, of all the times for the two of them to get woodies!
Samuel Fuller glanced about slowly, hoping nobody had noticed as he turned
a bright red.
Two young, buxom maidens stepped out onto the stage. The younger
woman's dress was a bright red and the older woman's a dark green. Both
had a stomacher of pale orange and full skirts that reached down to their
ankles. Both wore a laced bodice over which they wore waistcoats and
hooded cloaks. Captain Jones welcomed the distraction and he concentrated
intently on their lines in a desperate attempt to will away the swelling
between his legs.
"Desire," you should not be out on deck, John Carter said worriedly as
he got to his feet and rushed over to his teenage servant, being played by
the Brewster's sixteen-year-old neighbour, the buxom and highly
sought-after Cheryl.
"She was feeling ill," observed the older woman in the green dress
helping her. "We figured the fresh breeze might help."
"That is very thoughtful of you, dear wife," said William Brewster,
leaping to his feet with amazing agility for a man of fifty-four and
approaching his wife. He put his arm about her and squeezed her butt. His
wife flashed him a dirty look and drew away, but he quickly stepped up
beside her and squeezed again. His move was hidden from the audience, but
quite evident to those on stage, and several of Brent's classmates smiled
enviously.
"Many of the women and children are sick," observed John Howland.
"Ohh," groaned young Desire. As she dropped to her knees in a swoon,
her bodice, which had fit very well in rehearsals but had mysteriously
become very loose this evening, opened to reveal that she might be sickly,
but she was also stacked. Several of the Pilgrim men and boys quickly
stepped forward to offer their help and to see that she was all right.
Brent and Benny exchanged smiles. Love's idea of ripping the seams of her
bodice along the sides had worked perfectly, just as it had three-hundred
and seventy-six years ago.
As she groaned again and bent forward, all the men leaned forward to
offer assistance. Young Wrestling Brewster leaned over the rail and
pretended to be ill. It was most realistic, and those who were in the
audience who knew Bobby had to wonder if it was an act or if he really was
upchucking. Richard More, the young Brewster servant, quickly stepped up
beside his master and followed suit. Having been warned about the Brewster
brothers, Mr. Jean Poulette watched the two boys closely. They were
supposed to play sick, but the vomiting was purely adlibbed. He had to
admit it was effective. It definitely was turning many of the players
green, which was not a bad thing provided the boys soon stopped.
"It is hard sleeping on the bare boards of the ship," observed one of
the men.
"It is hard," agreed Samuel the Second with a wistful look, his hands
still strategically crossed in front of his crotch.
"Especially laying on bare broads boards," commented one of the Pilgrim
men standing beside Desire and looking down at her, but not with Puritan
concern. The boy immediately turned pink and several in the audience
besides his classmates on stage twittered, which caused him to flush even
more. Desire Minter gave him a cold look as she tried to adjust her
bodice, which only drew more attention to her.
Fortunately for the boy a sudden squall was scheduled after his line and
John Howland was swept off the deck. Everyone hurried to the railing, and
after some commotion, a drenched John Howland was hauled back aboard the
ship. By some miracle he'd manage to grab a hold of one of the topsail
halyards. Hauling him back onboard had been an opportune time for Cheryl
to carefully stand up without further revealing herself, but for poor
Samuel Fuller the Second, Harry Schwartz's soaked breeches revealed just
how well hung the seventeen-year-old football player was. Samuel Fuller
the Second glanced down fearfully as he felt his stiff dick begin to ooze
precum. If it soaked through his cotton breeches, he'd never hear the end
of it! He glanced out at the audience in an attempt to distract his mind.
Seeing the hundreds of faces staring back up at him while his stiff dick
leaked pre-cum was a mistake. 'Oh God,' he sighed to himself, 'let me
die.'
Meanwhile in one of the meeting rooms in the community hall, Scott and
Solomon had the task of looking after the younger turkeys who would be
performing later in the play. The two boys were bored, and they were
beginning to discover that the feathered costumes were hot. Besides that,
they had a desperate need to scratch where proper boys did not scratch in
public. They quickly found even if they had wanted to scratch, they
couldn't with their arms and hands inside the costumes' wings.
At first they had tried to ignore it, but the more they tried to do that
the more desperate the need became. Finally they could stand it no longer
and catching the attention of one of the teachers supervising the halls,
they asked her to unzip their costumes. Much to their dismay, they found
the zippers had become caught in the lining and could not be opened without
the risk of ripping the costume, which the teacher was not about to do. As
their bodies got hotter and hotter and their balls itchier and itchier,
they finally sidled up to one of the metal chairs or anything else
available when nobody was looking and rubbed their crotches against it.
What they did not know was that they were being watched. Love or Wrestling
was popping in to keep an eye on the two boys and to report back to their
newfound relations.
The play and their plans for Scott and Solomon were off to a great start
and the Brewster brothers could barely restrain themselves they were so
giddy with excitement. At the end of the first act, the grade one class
lined up outside the curtain and recited some of their Thanksgiving songs
while behind the curtain the scene for act two was being set up. Once
again the hall darkened and the spotlight focussed on Captain Christopher
Jones as he stepped out from behind the curtain, thankful that the fear of
speaking to a hall full of people had caused him to lose his wood.
"It was a difficult crossing, but three months later the Mayflower
arrived at Cape Cod. Finding there was too many Indians and not enough
fresh water, we headed for Thievish Harbor, but being unable to find it, we
continued on to Plymouth in the chill month of December. It was there that
we spent our first winter in the new land."
The scene opened on a room below deck with many of the Pilgrims laying
on fold-up cots and lounge chairs covered with blankets.
"I did not expect to be spending the winter aboard the ship," observed
Miles Standish, wearing a tri-corner military cap and vest and his long
blond hair done in a ponytail.
"Nor did I expect my ship to become a hospital," observed Captain Jones.
Two Pilgrims walked on stage carrying a stretcher with a body under the
sheets. "Another?"
"Yes," observed one of the men. "We are losing two or three people a
day. Of the eighteen married women, there are only ten remaining, and most
of those are sickly."
A groan came from one of the beds where William Brewster sat with his
bedridden wife and two sons. "There, there, my dear," he consoled, mopping
her supposedly perspiring head with one hand, and coping a feel of her
chest under the blanket with the other. His wife squirmed and twisted in
protest, and her husband smiled down at her kindly. "Now, now, dear, try
to rest calmly. I know you are worried about me and our children," he
adlibbed.
'A very effective touch,' thought Jean Poulette. He did not understand
what all the fuss had been when he'd discovered the school district had
four students with the same name as one of the Pilgrim families and had
suggested the brothers have a staring role in the pageant. They were
nowhere near as bad as he'd been lead to believe. On the contrary, they
were proving to be a great asset to the production.
"Scurvy, pneumonia, typhus," observed Samuel Fuller, the company's
doctor, "we are besieged by all manners of diseases for which I have no
cures." He glanced down at the boy on the cot beside him. "Even my poor
brother and his wife have died this winter, and now my nephew has a burning
fever and I have no idea how to help him."
Samuel Fuller the second, who had managed to get rid of his erection
also, looked up at his uncle plaintively from the bunk where he lay. As he
felt a hand grope his crotch, he quickly looked down in surprise but there
was nothing there. Deciding his mind was playing cruel tricks on him, he
glanced up at his uncle again only to feel himself being groped again.
Although he could definitely feel a fist wrapped about his privates, when
he glanced down he could see nothing. What he had no way of knowing was
that the real Wrestling Brewster was mischievously grasping his cock
through the fabric of his costume.
His uncle, being played by Sam Aldin, the very first boy he'd sucked off
in the washroom back in February, also felt someone groping him, and like
his nephew, when he looked down he could not see anything despite the very
real feeling. All he could figure was that it was the cotton breeches,
little aware that the cause was the real Love Brewster grasping his basket.
The two brothers had been told all about the Valentine's caper, and the
mischievous boys grinned at each other as they groped their poor victims
and felt their pricks begin to respond. This was marvellous fun.
"I don't know the cause of these illnesses," said William Brewster as he
gave his wife's breast another feel, "but I would give all my belongings
for some fresh vegetables right now."
"How about a pair of melons?" whispered his youngest son impishly.
"I'd love a fruit right now," observed the play Love Brewster,
substituting "fruit" for "apple" in his line. He glanced over at his
ancestor and winked and then stared intently at Samuel Fuller the Second.
His words, and the meaning, did not go unnoticed by the boys on stage.
"Oh yeah, I'd love a hot . . . ah . . . a fresh piece of fruit,"
adlibbed the play Wrestling.
"A fruit would really make me feel sooo good," sighed the play Love, now
also adlibbing. He reached down and groped himself out of sight of the
audience and the play director, who was frantically trying to get the boys'
attention, but making sure the two Samuels saw him.
"Our life is hard," observed the doctor .
"And so are you," giggled the play Wrestling Brewster just below a stage
whisper.
"Ah, and, ah, but it is good to be in this new land," Samuel Fuller
stammered as he began to flush a bright red.
"Has to be hard to be good," observed the play Love Brewster, quoting a
joke he'd heard in school in a whisper as his dad gave his mom another
loving squeeze in her sick bed and the doctor held his medicine bag in
front of his crotch. Samuel, certain his face was bright enough to light
up the entire stage, desperately concentrated on his next line. Meanwhile
his nephew was thankful he was under the blanket as he glanced down to be
sure it was not tenting out as high as it felt it was. The two boys could
not help but fumble their next lines, and as their stiff cocks tented out
their breeches, they had never felt so embarrassed in all their life.
Back stage, Scott and Solomon were also fidgeting uncomfortably. They
could not understand why, but their nuts, hot and sweaty in the costumes,
were itching like they never had before. All they could figure out was
that it had to be the material the costumes were made of, although that
didn't explain why none of the others were having the same problem. What
neither knew was that the Brewster brothers had copied another trick of
their ancestors, one that Love and Wrestling had played on several of the
prominent church fathers, including their own father. When the brothers
had approached Scott and Solomon and yanked down their gaunches, what they
were really doing was dropping a handful of fine hair clippings in their
underwear.
At the next scene break, several band students entertained the audience
with some old fashioned fiddle music. Then Captain Miles Standish,
resplendent in his waistcoat and breeches and carrying his musket, stepped
out from behind the curtains to introduce the third act. "It was a long
hard winter," he began. Behind the curtain the two Love Brewsters glanced
at each other and mouthed "prick" in place of winter and then burst out
giggling. "Many of the new settlers died. However, the pioneers had a
brave and courageous spirit. Now living nearby was the Wampanoag tribe in
the communities of Mashpee, (again there was giggling behind the curtain)
Gay Head (the giggling became loud enough for the first several rows of the
audience to hear, and those children there who were old enough to
understand the reason for the giggling also snickered), and Herring Pond."
"Yuck," someone observed behind the curtain, followed by a loud
"hussssh" from the director.
"Besides food, clothing and some pieces of furniture, the Pilgrims had
taken along a supply of seeds, garden tools, saws, axes, hammers,
gunpowder, and firearms. They also brought barrels of bright cloth, beads,
knives and small mirrors to trade with the Indians. Two Indians, Samoset
and Squanto, who had lived in England and had learned to speak English,
approached the colony in the spring."
The curtain parted to show a number of the Pilgrim men and the two
Indians in a field. Squanto was being played by William, the skinny honour
student who had made out with Joe, the football jock, back in February.
Finding out William was auditioning to be Squanto, Joe had auditioned and
been selected for the role of Samoset. The two boys were wearing their
hair combed up to form a crest running from front to back and had a fake
eagle feather tucked in it. They were only wearing loincloths. Every girl
in the hall, on stage and in the audience, a number of the women, and even
a few men and boys strained forward to have a good look at the muscular
football player. Joe and William did not notice. Unbeknownst to everyone
except the Brewster twins, ever since February the two boys had eyes only
for each other.
The two Indians showed the Pilgrims how to plant corn, which wild herbs
and berries were safe to eat, and how to fish. The smaller Pilgrim
children played by the grade one and two classes pulled weeds in the garden
and went into the forest to gather berries and pick up kindling wood.
Pilgrim men and older boys were sawing and splitting wood for building
houses and heading out to fish and hunt. In front of a house front on the
left of the stage girls were spinning, weaving, pounding corn into meal,
and making soap and candles.
The play had actually been three acts originally. It had been the
Brewster brothers who had suggested most of the content for this scene,
based of course on the things they had learned from Love and Wrestling.
They had even written some of the dialogue. Now as Jean Poulette watched
the boys pretend to whittle toys out of wood, and the girls playing with
dolls made out of rags, corn husks, and pine cones, he had to admit the
depiction of the daily life of the early Pilgrims added a lot to the play.
He began to make plans to have the Brewster boys star in the Christmas play
next month.
At the end of act three, the turkeys entertained the audience with
several songs and dances. Their two chaperones performed a dance of their
own, the two boys now very definitely agitated. They were perspiring
profusely, and their privates were itching like they had been exposed to
poison ivy.
Act four was introduced by William Bradford, who had become governor
upon the death of John Carver before the first Thanksgiving. He was played
by Billy Graham, the first of the group of grade nine students who had been
shot with one of Cupid's arrows causing him to fuck their gym teacher back
in February. He was fifteen now, a high school student and gaining a
reputation for being a real stud with the girls.
"We begin now to gather in our small harvest, and to fix up our
dwellings for winter, those fifty-one of us who have survived now well
recovered in health and strength and having all things in good plenty. All
the summer there was no want which has made many write so largely of their
plenty here to their friends in England. There is much to celebrate and to
be thankful for."
The curtains parted to show the village painted on flats. In the centre
of the stage were rows of tables and benches. The young children,
including the play and real Wrestling, entered with the older girls and the
women with their arms loaded with corn.
"We have had a fine harvest this fall, Mother," said one of the girls.
"Yes, thanks to our Indian neighbours we will be able to supplement our
grain with this fine Indian corn."
"We are fortunate they showed us how to plant this new crop," said
Wrestling Brewster. As he spun around with one of the larger ears, he
"accidentally" goosed one of the girls bending over to empty her basket
with it. The two Wrestling's giggled as she let out a "whoop" and quickly
straightened up. Whispering his apology, he turned and accidentally goosed
his mother. She was seriously beginning to dislike the Brewster brothers.
Meanwhile, hidden behind the actors, the real Wrestling picked up an ear
and proceeded to goose the six-year-old playing Resolved White. Spinning
around, the boy was surprised to see an ear on the floor and nobody behind
him. As the boy bent over to pick it up, the real Wrestling took the
opportunity to grab his butt.
Love Brewster, accompanied by the real Love and his servant Richard More
entered, the boys carrying something in their stocking caps. "Look,
Mother," Love said excitedly. "Look at all the nuts we have gathered in
the forest."
"That's nice dear," she said somewhat coldly for a mother, especially on
Thanksgiving. She was not trusting any of the brothers.
"Wow, you sure got lovely nuts," Wrestling said loudly, adlibbing as he
stepped over to his brother. With his back to the audience, he gave his
brother a playful grope. Several of the younger boys on stage and behind
the wings snickered, thinking only they knew the double meaning of the
statement. Jean Poulette glared at the boys on the stage.
"Yeah, they will be great roasting in the fire," observed Love, also
adlibbing and causing the boys to snicker even more. "And you should see
Richard's," he added as he looked over at his servant boy. "He's got a
couple huge ones."
The boys behind the scenes cracked up, much to the consternation of the
stage director. The boys' natural enthusiasm was a great touch, but he had
his first suspicion of the evening that perhaps the warnings about the
Brewster boys were not totally wrong. The boys were young, but they had to
know the double meaning of their words.
"Ah," said the new governor, "here are our Indian friends now."
The Indian Chief, Massasoit, with six of his braves, including Squanto
and Samoset, and his two young sons entered. Each pair of braves was
carrying a deer carcass made of plywood. Besides his loincloth, Chief
Massasoit, played by Cole Bentley, was wearing moccasins, leggings, and a
deerskin mantle over his shoulders. While the braves where putting down
their deer carcasses, one of them got caught up on the long skirt of one of
the women. Chief Massasoit quickly bent over to untangle it, giving the
real Wrestling Brewster an excellent opportunity to flip up the back of the
chief's loincloth. Several men in the audience gasped at the sight of that
naked backside before the boy managed to flip the cloth back down. Any
remaining doubts that what they'd seen was the same backside as they'd
found conveniently exposed and waiting for them in Murray Park last Easter
were quickly eliminated as the blushing teenager on the stage and the
bright pink bunny in the park merged into one.
Those men who had taken advantage of the bound bunny that Easter Sunday
didn't pay much attention to the ensuing conversation between the chief and
the Governor, nor did they notice the arrival of the Indian women and the
conversation they had with the other settlers. Cole Bentley was a handsome
young man who had just recently turned seventeen. Like his portly father,
Reverend Bentley, he was a bit on the chubby side, but that only made him
more desirable as far as the men were concerned, especially in his deerskin
leggings and with his smooth, bare chest and his fake crest of hair with
eagle feathers stuck in it. Those who had experienced him in the park
shifted uncomfortably in their seats and tried to discretely rearrange what
was swelling in their trousers.
Captain Miles Standish arrived with several members of the Pilgrim army,
followed by several of the men settlers carrying nets and baskets of fake
fish.
"The ocean has been plentiful also this fall," said Edward Winslow,
played by seventeenyear-old Mark Fording, who had been seen engaging in
anal sex with his girlfriend over a year ago by his twelve-year-old
brother, Justin, and the Brewster brothers.
As he put down the basket on the table, he knocked the basket of nuts
over, spilling the contents on the floor. Cheryl being the closest,
squatted down to pick them up and her bodice immediately opened up. Edward
Winslow and several of the other fishermen quickly bent over to help.
"Nice cod," observed Love Brewster as he coped a feel of Edward
Winslow's dick, which he knew from having spied on him was a nice size.
"And bass," said Wrestling Brewster, grabbing the boy's butt as he
thought back to watching the teenager humping his girl's ass.
Edward Winslow glared at the two boys as Francis Billington, Samuel
Fuller the Second, and William Latham returned at that moment from their
hunting expedition carrying wild turkeys, actually dead domestic birds
courtesy of Packwell Poultry Farms. Adding their bounty to the table, they
knocked the pile of corn on the floor. Desire, figuring it would be safer,
bent over to pick them up instead of squatting.
As her big boobs popped out of the loose bodice, the men quickly
surrounded her to hide what had happened from the audience. By the time
the corn was picked up and Cheryl's bodice was back in place, more than a
few of the boys had erections, and for the Indian braves, that was a major
problem. They all stood there awkwardly with their hands clasped before
them as if they were praying.
During the ensuing conversation, Love and Wrestling joyfully slipped
from one character to the next checking out who had boners in their cotton
breeches and under their loincloths and who did not, and coping feels of
the butts of the boys and the girls with equal delight. In the confusion,
the modern-day Love Brewster impishly coped a few feels of the chief's son
Wamsutta, being played by his buddy Justin, and the modern-day Wrestling
Brewster similarly took the opportunity to playfully slip his hand under
the loin cloth of the younger son of the chief, Metacom, played by his best
buddy Aaron.
As the play drew to a close with the assorted cast stating their thanks
on that first Thanksgiving, many of the teenage boys were silently giving
thanks that the play was almost over and that they had no or few lines
left. Even though every one of them was mortally embarrassed, the sight of
Desire Minter's big boobs peeking out of her bodice and knowing at least
some of the others had boners kept their young teenage flesh up. For the
young gay lovers Squanto and Samoset, their nearly naked bodies and evident
arousal had them thinking very un-Puritan thoughts. When the occasional
boy did start to soften, a sudden grope or a goose, which they could only
attribute to as a mysterious draft or a vivid imagination, brought their
dicks back up in a flash. When the Reverend Elder Brewster lead them in
blessing the food, everyone readily and gratefully clasped their hands
before their crotches.
Love Brewster, having been sporting his own erection for most of the
play, stepped up behind young Samuel Fuller the Second. Pressing his groin
up against the boy's cotton knee breeches, he began to gyrate his hip.
Knowing there was nobody behind him, young Wally assumed that his cotton
breeches had simply become wedged between his asscheeks. The feeling, and
knowing that many of the boys around him were sporting erections, many of
which he'd sucked over the past nine months, was too much for the horny
teenager. With a shudder and a sigh, he creamed his breeches in the middle
of the Reverend Brewster's prayer and standing there before a packed
community hall, including his mom and dad. His face was so red and felt so
hot he was sure it could be seen from the back of the hall.
The Brewster brothers knew what Love had done of course, and the effect
it had had on Samuel Fuller the Second. They also watched with amusement
as Wrestling stepped up to Edward Winslow and slipped his hand between the
boys clasped hands and his cotton breeches. As the seventeen-year-old boy
felt the invisible fingers grasp his seven inches of stiff aching cock,
like Samuel, he assumed his breeches were wedging on him and he pressed his
hand against his body in an attempt to push the cotton down. That, of
course did not work, and between Wrestling's warm hands and rapid stroking
and being unable to shake the memory of Desire's boobs popping out of her
bodice, the horny teenager also erupted.
He quivered as his hot, copious teen cum squirted out of his cock and
flooded over his stomach. The virile young seventeen-year-old had had some
violent ejaculations in the past, but this had to be the most violent and
most pleasurable of them all. As he closed his eyes and sighed with the
pleasure washing over him, he was suddenly aware of the total silence.
Slowing opening his eyes, he found everyone on stage staring at him. In
his foggy mind he could hear Jean Poulette whispering, "And so a new
custom. . . ."
Edward Winslow stepped up to the front of the stage, hands clasped
before his crotch. "A-a-and s-s-s-so a new custom was b b-born: a-a-a
special day of both p-p-prayer and feasting, celebrated in family groups,
and proclaimed annually by the Governor in thanks for general wellbeing and
a successful harvest. Thanksgiving will always be a time for appreciating
your friends and family, your home, your community and your country," he
concluded. He stared out at the audience of more than six hundred people,
at the standing and applauding crowd of friends, neighbours and relatives
as his warm juice trickled over his tight nuts and down the inside of his
thigh and soaked into his cotton breeches. As his fellow actors stepped up
to join him and those on each side grabbed a hand and raised them in salute
to the audience, he prayed that the wet spot between his legs was not as
noticeable as it felt.
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