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Friends Unite against Pigs

The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”

Fredrik was in the line at the local booze store waiting to be served. He had four bottles of vodka in his shopping basket and couldn't help but notice the stares coming from behind him. It was a large burly man who kept his eyes fixed on the glam bassist in front of him, offering the boy menacing glances. Mikkel was next door in the grocery store getting some food so they could share it. Hot takeaway burgers and maybe some fries.

"Move along, girly. I think you're next. Stupid punk kid with long hair. Why don't you fucking chop that shit off since you're supposed to be a boy. Are you? You can't tell with you lot sometimes. Fucking queer bitches."

The Swede frowned as he heard the man's words rasped behind his neck, way too close for comfort as he span around pissed off wanting to tell this jerk to fuck off. How dare he. This fucking fat asshole needed to learn some manners!

"Fuck off, fet mage. "Fat belly." Why don't you leave people like me alone and go on a diet. You are a fat pig."

Paying for his booze and ignoring the fat bastard behind him, Fredrik was about to walk out the door when he felt his hair being pulled from the back. What the hell? Fuck! He tried to get free but couldn't since the fat bastard had him by his long blond hair.

"Fucking brat! No one talks to me like that especially not some fucking immigrant bitch like you. Foreign bastard punk. Why don't you cry to mummy?"

Fredrik aimed a punch at the guy's face but it was hard when your hair was being yanked back. Ouch! Fuck this! The Swede was beginning to panic a little as he'd never been abused in public like this by some fat fuck of an ignorant American.

"Let me go! How about I get the cops on your big fat ass? Fuck you---"

The Swede swore in his own language and then could see the outline of a pair of long legs entering the booze store. Mikkel. Fredrik aimed a vicious kick behind but could only hear the fat man laughing as he tugged harder, enjoying hurting the Swede.

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"You two do that." Rekker stifled a laugh. "Let me know what you find out."

He had no interest in knowing what the answer was, no, he wanted to hear about all the people they harassed to hell and back with this. Rekker told the two goodbye and went about his morning now that he was awake.

"Ok. I only have Robert's number but he's there?" Mikkel was sure Erik was with Robert and they could get two people at once this time, if they were both awake.

"Ok, we'll let you know! Bye!"

Fredrik yelled down the phone to Rekker and giggled to Mikkel giving the Dane a quick kiss on the cheek. So far no one had been able to answer their question but they were getting close. Weren't they?

"Erik is always buried inside Robert's hair or clinging onto him. He's bound to be there with him! Let's ring."

More giggles and Fredrik poured more drink into his glass.

Mikkel laughed and paused in his cooking to open up the food. He was getting hungry and they could eat while doing this. There was a hearty Danish stew, seasoned potatoes, and a whole loaf of Danish rye bread, plus some sweets that he set aside for the moment.

Mikkel scooped some of the stew on to a piece of bread, eating while scrolling through his contacts to find Robert.

This phone didn't ring long before Robert answered. He was already up and making breakfast for himself and Erik, who was currently in the shower. When he saw it was one of the band members he answered.

"Good afternoon." He's chipper, in the kitchen and drinking tea. He has no idea what is about to happen to him.

Fredrik was getting hungry too as he moved to help Mikkel set some of the food out as well as scoop some stew for himself whilst biting into some bread. It all looked so good! All these Danish treats they would share. But the phone calls---they were so hilarious. Robert sounding polite as always.

"Hej, Robert. Is Erik with you? Mikkel and me--we--want to ask you something."

The Swede smirking as he swallowed some more stew, chewing with a mouthful for a moment.

Robert goes on cooking while talking. The question has him listening and he can hear the shower has turned off.

"He's in the shower but should be out soon." Robert is always polite unless someone gives him a reason not to be.

"What do you two want to ask?" Robert is completely in the dark.

Mikkel snorts a laugh while chewing and pauses to get a drink. He's afraid he might choke if he eats while Fredrik asks, or he does.

Fredrik was done swallowing a mouthful of stew but couldn't get the words out because this was even funnier than phoning Rekker because Robert sounded so polite and unknowing. Was he drinking tea? That's what Erik said he did a lot.

"In the shower? Ok, well---do you and Rekker have big cocks and are they the same because you are brothers? Also do yours get bigger the older you get and do you know if Ziggy and Jack's are the same size because they are twins?"

The Swede dropped his bread on the floor because he was now laughing so hard. Also drunk. Erik was now walking out of the shower naked as always, smirking but noticing Robert was on the phone to someone.

Robert was ready for some strange questions given the boys on the other end of the call but this wasn't even on the radar. He choked on his tea a little.

"What?" Then he heard Rekker's name and sighed. "Did my brother put you up to this?"

This sounded like a Rekker was bored and wanted to harass him question if he had ever heard one.

"I.. bloody hell. I don't go around looking at my god-children's private parts." Robert is hard to ruffle but there's some shock in his voice for sure. He glances at Erik and rolls his eyes. Erik is the last person he wants to get into this conversation, ok maybe not the very last, Rekker was the last. His damned brother.

The young Swede giggled loudly and then had to stifle more noises because it was hilarious. Rekker didn't put them up to this as such more just a suggestion because Erik was involved.

"We are phoning you because Erik draws cocks and---we wondered if he's drawn band members ones."

Fredrik stuffed his mouth with bread before anymore giggles could erupt. This was just too good. Erik was now over by Robert still naked and wondering what was going on. Ziggy's cock? What?

Even Robert started to laugh and the mischief he shared with his brother came out full force. He set the phone down on the kitchen counter and on speaker.

"Erik's here. Ask him yourself."

Robert started laughing and went back to cooking. He was not getting involved in this nonsense but he would laugh at Erik when they started asking him.

"Ok! We'll ask him."

Fredrik looked to Mikkel and nodded. Surely, they could get some answers now with Erik. The guitarist now looking completely bemused at it all still naked from the shower but smirking none the less.

"Hej, Fredrik? You want to ask me something?"

The bassist giggled hard then spoke once more;

"Do you have drawings of all the band member's cocks? Is Robert's the same size as Rekker's and---"

Fredrik found himself laughing too much so pushed the phone to Mikkel.

Mikkel was trying not to giggle while eating. This was hilarious.

"And.. what about you and your brother? Are your cocks the same size?" Mikkel had to pause to stifle laughter. "Do cocks get bigger as people get older? I know you are always drawing cocks. You have to notice!"

He barely got that all out before he collapsed into Fredrik's lap giggling.

Erik just burst out laughing while quickly snatching a towel to tie around his waist since he knew Robert didn't like him walking naked in the kitchen.

"We haven't measured for a long time since we were teen boys. Maybe I should ask the dirty old fox if he'd measure again? Then I can tell you. I don't draw any of the others naked though---just Fluffig. Robert."

The guitarist was strict on that since he did draw the band members with their partners but in loving, romantic poses more often than not. Everyday poses as well as performing ones but never naked. Those were for Robert only.

They were getting somewhere and Mikkel perked up.

"Can you go ask him?" The Dane encouraged. Maybe Erik would go now.

He had other things in mind though too. "A lot of us have seen Rekker naked, but not Robert. You've seen both of them?"

Mikkel had definitely seen Rekker once with Bjorn, but they had to have gotten into that kind of thing before, right?

"You want me to ask Hunter to measure with me or tell you how big he is?"

Erik now snorting his own giggles at this conversation. Were Mikkel and Fredrik drunk? Of course they were. The blond bassist now eating more stew but carefully listening in to what Erik was saying. They were getting close!

"No, I haven't seen Rekker naked! I do not want to either! Just Robert because we are together and in love. You are so dirty!"

Erik glancing to Robert who was obviously not getting involved in this.

"Yes. We're trying to figure out if Jack and Ziggy have the same size cocks. Since they are siblings, maybe other siblings too?"

Mikkel wasn't giggling any more. He was eating slowly and listening. This was going to get some answers.

"I saw him. He fucked Bjorn right in front of me one night." Mikkel said that matter of fact but he felt his whole body flutter. Not just from seeing Rekker but what Sigurd did to him after. "I've never seen Robert though, except all the drawings Aarne had a few days ago."

Robert overheard that and started to laugh. His brother never had much sense of decorum.

"Ok, let me go and find him then we can measure and tell you?"

Erik was more than willing to help the boys out if they were interested to know cock sizes between siblings because most it not all Swedes were open about nudity and the like. The same with most of the Danes. Measuring cocks was something Erik didn't mind at all.

"Hunter is probably with his tart so let me bring him here and we'll measure in the bathroom."

Fredrik was eating too but couldn't help laugh at the last part. Erik was a little embarrassed about the drawings Aarne had but shook any unwanted feelings off. Those drawings were special to him.

"Ok. We'll be here when you get back."

Mikkel and Fredrik could sit on speaker phone and eat while Erik got the task accomplished. The Dane didn't think the drawings were bad, funny a bit that there were so many, but the style had skill.

Erik was soon on the phone to Hunter getting the trashy Swede's ass out of bed and sharing a few giggles along the way. It took a bit of persuasion on Erik's part due to the fact that Hunter was sleeping in with his tart after a wild night and many bottles of wine. Finally, Hunter walked into Robert and Erik's room looking tired dressed in just a leopard print robe.

"You woke me up for this? Dirty brother. Why am I measuring my cock with you for the drunken boy's prank? Gilly and me---"

Erik shushed Hunter and pushed open the bathroom door beckoning his brother inside. The older Swede rolling his eyes but offering Robert a little wave on the way to the bathroom. Get it over with then he can go back to bed.

"Alright, fine. Let's get this over with."

Both Swedes got on with the task and a few minutes later came back out into the kitchen with Erik giggling madly.

"I'm bigger! Only slightly but still. We measured."

Hunter just waved it all off, yawned then left the room going back to his drummer. Erik now getting back to the phone.

"Hello? I'm bigger than my brother by around half an inch."

Mikkel had eaten and drank quite a bit while waiting for Erik to return. Eventually, he laid down with his head in Fredrik's lap.

Robert just shook his head while plating breakfast. This was the outcome of having a young, wild partner and his friends.

Mikkel sat back up when he heard Erik back on the phone. "Is that a lot?"

He had no reference for much of anything being so inexperienced.

Erik was being quite factual and mature considering he'd just measured his cock inside the bathroom with his brother. Crazy rock star lifestyle.

"Not really, no. It's only half an inch not a whole inch. Just enough that I am bigger than Hunter. I think it pisses him off a bit but I don't rub it in."

Fredrik was listening while munching on some bread. So, brothers weren't the same but twins? They still didn't know about Ziggy and Jack. Would they?

Mikkel snorted out a giggle.

"No, you rub your cock on Robert, not your brother." Mikkel started giggling. Even Robert who overheard it couldn't help but laugh. The young Dane had such a mouth on him.

Robert took the phone back. "Are you boys satisfied now? We're going to sit down to eat."

Fredrik giggled too and then leant against Mikkel, happy they contacted Erik and Robert, finally getting somewhere with the sibling cock contest. So, brothers were different but twins were another story. Was there anyone else they could ask regarding that? Fredrik had an idea.

"Thank you! It was very helpful. Enjoy your sex session!"

Of course sit down to eat meant fuck to Fredrik. The young Swede drank some more and turned to Mikkel with his new idea.

"Ivar could help us here maybe. He's slept with that braniac, Isamu. Minoru's brother. Maybe he'd know about twins cock sizes because he's a twin and they know Ziggy and Jack too."

It couldn't hurt.

Mikkel giggled a lot at Fredrik's comment before they hung up.

"Maybe. None of them are old though." Mikkel pointed out. As far as he knew Ziggy and Jack were in their 20s. "We should talk to Tom and Devon too."

Mikkel didn't know Devon at all but he had his phone number. Rekker had given it to the boy in case something came up and Rekker wasn't around. They still had two questions; twins and if older meant bigger cock.

"Yeah, you're right. Ok, let's call Tom first and see what he says about cocks getting bigger the older you get. What is he? Fifty? Ziggy must be mid-twenties since Ronno is around 27."

Fredrik hoped either Tom or Devon could give them the advice they needed. If not then it would be Isamu with his knowledge on twins and hopefully male anatomy regarding DNA and genes. It was interesting!

"Erik is a cute boy but not as cute as you."

The bassist hugged Mikkel and kissed him on the cheek.

Mikkel nodded. "I think Tom and Devon are the same age." He wasn't sure but he knew that Devon was older than Robert and Rekker. Fifty sounded right. "I think Ziggy is younger than Sigurd, maybe Karl's age?"

Mikkel leaned over and gave Fredrik a lingering kiss on the lips then dialed Tom. Like Robert he was quick to answer.

"I wasn't expecting to hear from you this early." Tom answered the phone with suspicion. Usually, most of the rockstars were asleep, at least the mischievous ones. Hearing from Mikkel this early put him on edge.

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