Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 11:33:47 -0700 From: M M Subject: The Alumni Association 4 Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and punishment scenes. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of this ever happened. Before you get off (and I certainly hope the story helps in that area), please consider how much it takes to keep a site like Nifty going, and donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 4 That Friday seemed to drag on for ever for Rory. With all that happened the day before and now the prospect of a whole three days at Mikes house away from the dorm, he could barely concentrate on his classes and actually got called out for day dreaming during his English class, much to his embarrassment. Lunch was even worse as he saw Mike wink at him from the table where he and some other 10th graders were sitting and grab his crotch. Rory quickly looked away, his face filling with color. Little did he know that Mike was grabbing his plastic encased cock, praying for a quick release after classes let out. It had been an awful night for the older boy, his cock aching as it repeatedly tried to swell inside its prison, while he thought of the feeling of Rory's lips wrapped around his member. He had to claim to be tired when his own roommate asked if he wanted to pull one off together. Instead he had to try to go to sleep listening to his roommate pleasuring himself, making him even more horny. Both boys were pleased at the final bell, signaling the beginning of a three day weekend. Rory found Danny already heading out the door with his backpack and cello case when he got to the room. Even though Mike had told him he didn't need to bring anything except his violin, Rory never went anywhere without his trusty laptop, and he at least wanted his own toothbrush, so he too packed a few things into his own backpack, grabbed his violin and helped Danny get his cello down the stairs. Danny showed him how to sing out for the weekend, and both boys headed for the parking lot. Danny's father was waiting for him, his roommate pointing out his father's S class Mercedes in the parking lot. Rory set his stuff down on the curb and helped his friend lug the heavy instrument toward the car. When they got close, the trunk popped open and Danny's father got out. "Hello father," Danny said formally. "Good afternoon Daniel," the man said in slightly accented English. And who is this helpful fellow?" "This is my roommate, Rory Calhoun," Danny said, introducing them. "Rory, this is my father, Dr. Yamamoto." "I am pleased to meet you Rory. Daniel has told me quite a bit about you." The Doctor put out his hand. He has? Thought Rory. How much has he told you? "I'm pleased to meet you sir," said Rory taking his hand. The grip was iron like, which surprised Rory. The man was tall, but rather thin. Kind of like what you would expect a middle aged Asian doctor to look like, but the strength of the grip surprised him. So did the appraising look the man was giving him. And appraising him he was. Danny's father held the boys hand while he gazed at the lad from top to bottom, quite pleased with what he saw, from the fiery red hair (far too long, but that wouldn't last), freckled face and down to the freckles showing on his bare knees and smooth thighs running into his blue uniform socks. He also noticed one of his shoes was untied. He released Rory's hand, and told the boy. "You should tie your shoe young man. I wouldn't want you to trip" It was all Rory could do not to rub his hand after it was released, and he looked down and saw the man was correct. "Oops!" he said sheepishly as he bent over to retie his black oxford. It was an opportunity for the Doctor to check out Rory's butt that was filling out his school shorts nicely. He was grateful that the boy was going to be introduced to the society for membership along with his son. Rory could swear he could feel eyes on him while he was bent over and the hairs on the back of his neck seemed to raise. When he stood up though, Danny and his father were loading the cello into the trunk. Must be my imagination he thought. This has been a weird couple of days. Danny came over and held up his fist. "See ya Rory. I think we may be coming over to the estate tomorrow night. Should be fun!" Rory returned the fist bump. "See ya Danny." He stepped back and watched his friend get in the car with his father and start driving out of the guest parking lot. Well that's it Rory. Your on your own now, he thought, and turned and headed back to where his stuff was on the curb, slightly unsettled by Danny father, yet also strangely thrilled at the thought of being examined by the man. Just as he reached his stuff, Mike was arriving from his house. The sophomore was also in his Friday uniform and even though he didn't have to, was wearing shorts as well. It was the last week of August and it was very hot and humid that day, so most of the boys opted for shorts. Luckily as it was Friday, they got to wear a polo shirt and not have to wear a tie. Mike was grinning, and grabbed Rory in a bear-hug from behind, lifting the smaller boy off the ground. "Fuck yeah! Friday! Ready to have some fun this weekend little bro?" Mike dropped Rory back on the ground almost causing the startled boy to fall. He wasn't used to rough housing. He did like the feeling of Mikes arms wrapped around him though. Giggling, Rory answered. "Yeah I guess. Thanks for inviting me over. I guess it would have kind of been lonely around here, everyone seems to be going somewhere." "Most of the guys who don't come from around here get invited somewhere, but even if you stay here, they have some stuff to do, but yeah, it will definitely be more fun at the estate. I think you will really have a good time if you know what I mean little bro," he elbowed Rory in the ribs gently. Rory blushed and looked at his shoes, "Are we going to, uh, you know, like yesterday?" Mike laughed, "Rory Calhoun, that was just a taste. I can't say much now, but everything will be clear to you after this weekend. My dad will explain the details to you." "Your dad? What do you mean? Does he know that you, I mean that does he think I, I mean..." Rory sat down on the curb. "I don't know what I mean. This has been too weird. What's going on Mike?" Mike sat on the curb next to him and stretched his legs out next to Rory. Rory couldn't help but notice the contrast in color as Mike's legs were deeply tanned with nice muscle definition compared to his pale freckled twigs. He also noticed an odd bulge in Mike's shorts, which caused his own member to twitch. He quickly again looked at his shoes, only to be embarrassed by how cheap they looked next to Mike's, which were obviously some kind of expensive imported dress shoes. "Rory, chill buddy. There is a reason you were picked to attend this school. I mean a reason besides the fact that your uber smart and an awesome musician, which would have got you in anyway, but trust me, you were picked because they saw something in you that made you stand out even more. That's all I can tell you now. My dad will explain it to you over the weekend better than I can, and speaking of that, here he comes!" Mike stood up, pulling Rory with him. A black Range Rover with black wheels and tinted windows pulled right up to the boys. It was the coolest thing Rory could remember seeing! Mike opened the front passenger door and said hi to his dad, and before Rory knew what was happening, he felt himself being flung into the front seat and the door being closed after him. He sat there face to face with a large ruggedly handsome man that he had seen only on TV and billboards. He barely noticed Mike throwing there stuff in the back seat and hopping in. He popped his head over the front seat, "Hi Dad. This is Rory, Rory, my dad." The man in the driver seat held out his hand to Rory. "I finally get to meet the school newest music prodigy. I'm Dan Smith son, glad to meet you!" Rory couldn't see the mans eyes behind the extremely stylish sunglasses the man was wearing, but they went very well with the tailored suit that Smith was wearing. It was cut to show off the mans physique very well. Dan Smith was basically an up-scaled version of his son. His hair was longer, but they had the same handsome facial features, and while Rory couldn't see them, the same hazel eyes. At six feet, two inches, and two hundred pounds, Mike had a ways to go in catching up to his fathers size. "Buckle up boys, we have to hurry home. I have to drop you off and go to one more meeting before I meet you for dinner," Dan said as he pulled out of the parking lot. "But you coming into the house right?" Mike asked, trying to mask the panic in his voice. He needed to get that infernal thing off his dick! "Sorry kiddo," Dan said grinning as he looked into the rear view mirror. "Don't worry, Marcus can take care of anything you need son!" He winked. Mike sat back in the plush leather. Fuck, he thought. Marcus knows about it too? Marcus was Dan's "personal assistant", but he basically ran the estate for him, and had been doing so for the last 10 years, starting as a part time college student, but then taking on more and more responsibility as he gained more experience. Marcus was also a graduate of the Wright academy, and a member of the association, and had been an older brother figure to Mike since he was little. "So Rory. I'm really glad you could spend the weekend with us. I spoke with our aunt the other night as you know. We have arranged for you to be able to come over whenever you want. I would love to have you. Your going to be an exceptional student at the academy. A real feather in our cap so to speak." Dan reached over and squeezed the back or Rory's neck affectionately. "I'd like you to think of me as sort of a stand in uncle if you will allow it." The combination of the cooled leather seats and the intimate touching caused Rory to break out in goose bumps. "I'd like that sir, very much," the boy said, meaning it. He had never had an adult male figure in his family to look up to. Still, this man had other effects on his as well. "You look good in that uniform Rory, but if you don't mind, I'd like to get you with our tailor sometime this weekend. It's too baggy on you, and if your going to represent the school, I'd like you to look your best!" Dan said, not mentioning that he wanted the boy's measurements for other reasons as well. That would come in time. "Ah, fine I guess sir., I've never been to a tailor before," Rory said, not sure how else to answer. He was starting to feel overwhelmed. He had sucked this man's son's cock in the locker room the day before, and now he was sitting in the most luxurious vehicle he had ever been in, in his life, and heading toward an estate where he was pretty sure more sex stuff was going to occur. "Well there is a first time for everything!" Boomed Dan, and he reached down and squeezed Rory's bare knee. That squeeze went directly from Rory's knee to his cock, which he felt jump to life in his shorts. He could feel his cheeks color and he tried to sit back and look nonchalant. The huge hand on his knee seemed to linger for a while, but soon Dan had to concentrate on driving and put both hands back on the wheel much to Rory's relief. Dan glanced over and saw the boy blush, as well as the tell-tale lump in his shorts, though his sunglasses wouldn't reveal it to Rory. He didn't say anything to further embarrass the boy, but did enjoy his feel, no matter now brief. He had the makings of a hard on himself as he looked over his shoulder to change lanes into the fast lane on the express way. As the Range Rover passed 80 miles and hour, the only occupant that didn't have a had on was Mike, and that was only because he was locked into the chastity device. Dan broke the sexual tension by started to ask Mike about soccer, and they continued that conversation as they left the expressway onto a rural highway. Rory just enjoyed the scenery as they seemed to leave civilization behind. Finally after about 30 minutes on the highway, Dan slowed the SUV down and turned onto an unmarked road. About a mile up the road they came to a huge gate. A guard came out, and Dan rolled down the window. "I'm leaving again right away Bob, just dropping the kids off!" "Sure thing Mr. S" Bob the guard said cheerfully, before going back into the shack and activating the gate. Rory was speechless. He knew they lived on an estate, but he was not prepared for what he was seeing, starting with armed guards at a gate, and then as they made there way up the road toward the main house. There were countless out buildings, horses on huge white fenced pastures, a helicopter pad with a helicopter on it, and then they came to another gate, which had a digital keypad that Dan used to punch in the code to open it. "Mike can give you the grand tour sometime later. It's fucking hot today, I thought you guys might like to grab a snack, then take a dip while I head into the city for a meeting. Marcus will drive you to the restaurant for dinner." He looked at Rory, "I hope you don't mind dressing up for dinner son. The restaurant has a strict dress code, but they have the best Italian food around, and we are regulars there." "We're going to Mario's?" Mike asked excited. Yeah you had to wear a tie, but the food was so good there! "All right dad!" He leaned forward kissed his dad on the cheek. "Yes, we have the back room reserved for 9. Sorry it will be so late, but my meeting may run long. I told Marcus to have a snack ready for you two, so here we are." They were stopped at a non descript set of double doors. It wasn't what Rory was expecting. While the house was definitely huge, he had pictured something like Dowton Abbey, and this design was far more modern, although the circle drive was the size of a small parking lot! He wondered what it was like living in a place like this. He was way out of his league! Mike hopped out and opened the door for Rory, who climbed out after thanking Dan again for having him for the weekend. "Don't mention it Rory. You are going to be here a lot I have a feeling." Mike had gathered there stuff out of the back, and the Rover sped off. "Welcome to our house Rory!" Mike said beaming. He could tell Rory was a bit stunned by the estate. "My house is your house little bro, so treat it like it is. Come on, let's go in." Just then the front door opened and a younger man in a dark suit stepped out. "Welcome home Mike." "Hi Marcus!" Mike said. "This is Rory. I'm sure you already know he's staying with us this weekend." "Of course, " said Marcus, who at 28 years old with his blonde hair and blue eyes, looked like he stepped out of a Scandinavian travel poster. "Welcome Mr. Calhoun. I've prepared the guest room next to Mikes room. He can show you were to put your things, not that it looks like you have much." He held out his hand to Rory. "Hello sir, nice to meet you. I just have my violin and backpack. Mike said not to bring anything else. I'm sorry if I should have.." He took the offered hand and shook it, and again it was another amazingly strong grip. Rory looked into Marcus' deep blue eyes and felt like his mind was being read. He almost too quickly released the handshake. "Nonsense. And call me Marcus, and save the sirs for Mr. Smith. We have enough clothing here to outfit a small army. Now if you two will put your things away and wash up, I will finish making your snack. How do grilled cheese sandwiches sound?" "Sound's awesome Marcus! Come on Rory, grab your violin and lets go. I will show you your room!" Mike bounded into the house, and Rory and to run to catch up. Marcus followed the boys with his eyes, his gaze focused on Rory's shorts covered rear end and smooth legs. "The boss sure can pick them," he said softly. Of course he picked me 14 years ago too, he thought as he headed toward the kitchen after shutting the door. Life and the association had been good for Marcus. Rory followed Mike through the entrance hall, which was bigger than he and his aunt's apartment living room, and then up some stairs, and than down another hall, passing several rooms until Mike stopped and opened a door. "This is my room, but come on in, there is a connecting door to your room," Mike winked at him, "I doubt you will be in that room much!" Rory walked followed Mike into his room. He was again amazed. It had a king sized bed that faced a huge plasma TV on the opposite wall. along the side was a gigantic desk with a huge leather chair that faced a computer setup with two giant monitors. It also had a fireplace, and a couch that faced the TV where controllers for three different video game consoles lay. In the middle of the floor was a giant rug that looked like a bear. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. "Don't worry, it's a fake." Mike said, grinning at Rory's slack jawed look. "What?" "The rug, it's not a real bear. I was scared of it when I was little until dad told me it wasn't real." "Ah, yeah, uh, ok. Nice room." Rory said. This was nicer room than any place he had ever stayed by far, including some pretty fancy European hotels. "Hey, is I never asked, but am I going to meet your mom?" "Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. I don't have one. I'm adopted. Dad has never been married." "Oh shit, I'm sorry Mike I'm didn't know." "Don't worry little bro, I can't miss something I have never known. It's not like I have missed out on anything," He smiled as he waved around his room. Still sort of embarrassed, Rory nodded. It seemed like a lot of boys at the school had single parents. Single extremely wealthy parents, except for the few scholarship boys like himself. A strange coincidence. "Hey, uh, how deep is your pool by the way?" Time to change the subject. "Twelve feet on the deep end. You good at diving?" Mike asked. "Uh, no, not really. Actually the reason I asked is ah, well, I'm not really a good swimmer. I mean..." More embarrassment, "I can't really swim at all. Maybe we could do something else?" "Ah dude, it's too hot, and besides, I can teach you to swim don't worry. I taught the tadpoles one year at the club when I was in middle school, I guarantee I can at least have you not be afraid to jump in by the time we are done this afternoon OK?" "Really? I mean, that would be great! I've just never had the chance to learn. I'm afraid I'm not really good at sports or anything.." "Well the first step is your attitude bro. You are great at music, you just have to approach sports the same way. Your lucky we came along in your life buddy. We'll fix you up. Now lets go eat. I'm starved." Mike was on his way back out the door. Feeling better, Rory followed Mike toward the kitchen. He wondered what Mike meant my "we" but decided not to worry about it for now. He was going to learn to swim! They met Marcus in the kitchen (actually the smaller of two in the house, the large kitchen mainly used for events), where he was wearing an apron over his shirt and tie, and who promptly served each boy two grilled cheese sandwiches and a tall cold glass of milk. Dan didn't allow soda except for special occasions, so it was milk or water with every meal. The two teens inhaled the sandwiches in record pace, and helped Marcus clean up. Mike was especially anxious to get Marcus alone. To his relief, Marcus seemed to have a plan already. "Why don't you show Rory to one of the changing rooms in the pool house and I will pick out a few swim suits for him to choose from, and I will bring your red trunks to the smaller changing room." "Sounds great Marcus," said Mike, greatly relieved. The plastic cock prison was making him nuts! "They were shooting there for the last few days, but they finished yesterday so it should be empty and all yours," Marcus said leaving the room. As Mike led Rory down yet another hallway, he explained that the estate generated income by having movies, commercials, and fashion photo shoots at various locations around the property. Apparently they had been doing a fashion shoot at the pool earlier in the week. The pool house also had a full blown photography studio set up inside several of the rooms. They exited a large rec room with a pool table and a suit of armor through a door that opened to a path down a small hill toward the pool house. The pool house Rory discovered was pretty much a full blown house that sat by the most amazing pool Rory had seen. It was huge with a diving board at one end, and a waterfall running into it! The bottom was dark colored so it looked like a small pond, but with a bar set up along one part of the shallow end, as well as a dozen lounge chairs and umbrellas set up all around it. No wonder they shot pictures here! Mike explained that the pool house was the original house on the property. When his dad's sports store empire really started taking off, he started buying up the surrounding property, and eventually it was what he saw today. Mike was 10 when they moved into the new house they lived in now. If you could call it just a "house" Rory thought. They went into the pool house and Mike took Rory to a large room, with a dressing table and several full length mirrors, as well as a bathroom and shower. Making an excuse that he had to use the bathroom and didn't want to stink out Rory, "I'm gonna be right across the hall in the other room. Just sit tight and Marcus should be here any second OK bud?" Rory was still sort of stunned by everything he was taking in. "Yeah sure Mike, thanks!" Mike closed the door behind him and went to the other room, holding onto the chastity device through his shorts. "Hurry the fuck up Marcus" he said to know one but himself. All alone in the room, Rory's eyes were drawn to one of the full length mirrors. He studied himself in his school uniform. He had never really seen himself in it like this, just the other boys at school. It was the casual uniform, but seeming himself, he still got an odd thrill. He imagined himself in days past, where the shorts would have been much shorter and the socks would be all the way to his knees. He had a stash on his laptop where a school boy was bent over a chair, his shorts taught against his ass, received a caning from what he assumed was an British headmaster. Rory pulled his socks up as high as they would go and turned around to look at his ass in the mirror, imaging what a cane would feel like. His cock started to stiffen, just as there was a knock on the door. He almost jumped out of his skin, before pulling his shirt out of his shorts and let it hang over un-tucked, attempting to hide his semi boner. He walked quickly to the door and opened it, where Marcus was waiting. "Here you are Rory. I picked five suits in different brands and colors. With your pale skin, I would recommend a dark color, like the black, dark green or maybe even the red, although there is a white one and a yellow one if you think I'm nuts," Marcus smiled as he offered a handful of swimsuits on hangars to Rory. Rory took the hangars and gulped. Hanging on the hangars were indeed five different bathing suits of different colors and brands, but they all had one thing in common. "Uh, I don't wear this type of bathing suit Marcus." "What type Rory?" "You know, Speedos," Rory said blushing profusely at the thought of being so exposed. "Don't be silly Rory," Marcus answered. "There is actually only one pair of Speedo's there, the white ones. Let's see, there's Puma, Addidas, TYR, and Arena," Marcus said cheekily. "No one is allowed to be shy around here Rory. Get used to it." He left Rory holding the hangars and shut the door, walking across the hall to knock on the room Mike was in. Rory stood in shock for a moment looking at the dainty trunks on the hangars. He loved to jerk off to pics of other boys and men wearing these, but thought of wearing one himself made him weak in the knees. He knew there was a real possibility of getting a raging boner in front of everyone! Just thinking of it was making his cock go stiff right now! Get a hold of yourself Calhoun! Rory hung the hangars on a pole by the full length mirror and slowly started to undress, wondering which suit would hide the most! Across the hall. Mike opened the door and almost pulled Marcus in, quickly shutting the door behind him. "It's about fucking time, gimme the damn key to this fucking thing!" Mike whispered hoarsely. "Not on your like young sir. I have my orders," Marcus said, obviously enjoying Mike's discomfort. "Drop your trousers and I will unlock you." "Aw for Pete's sake." Mike said flustered, but quickly undoing the fly of his uniform shorts. "Here, just get it off!" He pulled his shorts and his Under Armor compression boxer briefs down. He had worn the tightest underwear he had, not knowing if tight or loose would do a better job of hiding the damn thing, but he wasn't allowed to own any loose underwear, so tight it was. Marcus bent down, examining the plastic cock prison, before making a production of producing the small key. "Hmm, doesn't look much bigger than I remember from when you didn't have any hair down here!" "Ha ha very funny. Just get me out of this thing, I can't believe he would do this to me!" Marcus undid the lock, freeing Mike's not unsubstantial for a sixteen year old cock from its confines. "I can," Marcus said cheerfully showing him the device. "This instills discipline in wayward young gay boys like yourself, and I daresay, I imagine young Rory across the hall will meet his some time soon. He had a hard-on when he answered the door, although he did his best to hide it with his shirt. I think he almost exploded in his pants when I shoed him the selection of swimwear your father picked out for him." He handed Mike his own trunks, which actually were Speedos, from his water polo team the previous summer. "Thanks Marcus," Mike started stripping off the rest of his uniform, having been naked in front of Marcus and countless other adults many times, it didn't phase him in the least. "The little slut seems to have a hair trigger. He saw me in my jock and soccer socks yesterday and creamed his tighty whities before we even had a chance to fool around." "Yes, I saw the video with your father last night. I will take this and wash it. I'm sure it will be used again. Enjoy your swim. Be out, showered and dressed by 7. Your father has already picked out a suit for Rory that will probably make him uncomfortable. I will lay out your blue suit." Slightly embarrassed that along with the Coach, his father and Marcus had now seen the video of him face fucking Rory, he still was looking forward to the rest of the weekend and wouldn't let something like a little embarrassment get in his way. Besides, he thought he did pretty well getting Rory to suck his dick in the locker room! "Thanks Marcus, your still the best!" Mike hugged him, and standing just in his socked feet, opened the door for him to leave. Resisting a strong urge to jack off his newly freed cock, Mike stripped off his socks, and pulled on his own bright red Speedo. He was checking himself out in the mirror, doing a few poses when he spotted a DSLR on the table behind him with a note under it. He walked over and saw the note was in his dad's scrawl. "Please take a lot of pictures of Rory this weekend. Enjoy your new camera, Love Dad." It was a brand new Canon 1dX with a very nice professional lens on it. Mike had been bugging his dad for this camera for over a year. Mike grinned, picked up the camera and messed with the settings bit, and headed across the hall, where he as quietly as he could opened the door. Inside he found Rory staring at himself in the full length mirror. His back was to Mike, but he could see Rory fondling his dick through the dark green Arena swim briefs. Marcus had in fact been right in that the dark green contrasted nicely with Rory's pale and freckled skin. The briefs were a boys size 12 and fit Rory nice and snug, with his ass crack clearly outlined in the tight swimwear. It helped that the briefs had a seem going right up the middle of the ass crack. He heard a moan escape form Rory, and it was obvious that he hadn't heard Mike open the door. Rory was struggling to get his enlarged cock into the tight swim brief, but when he did, it would be obvious to anyone he had a raging boner. Mike got into position where he could capture both Rory from behind and his reflection in the mirror, clearly showing his engorged teen-cock in the frame. As Rory examined himself though, he got a thrill. He loved the way the tight material hushed his body, and the way it felt when he rubbed his hand over the bulge in his trunks. So much so that he noticed a dark spot forming where the tip of dick was now leaking a prodigious amount of pre-cum. Fuck! Now what I am going to do? CLICK! Rory just about jumped out of his skin when the camera shutter fired in the room. He spun around to find Mike standing there in his Speedo, grinning as he kept firing now. Rory reflexively tried to cover his privates with his hands. Mike laughed and kept firing for a few more frames before putting the camera down. "Damn Rory, you are one hot little slut! You look so fucking sexy in that suit!" Mike was now rubbing his own cock through his Speedo. "Here let me look at you, " he said as he started walking toward a very flustered Rory. Rory was hugely embarrassed, both by being caught playing with himself while looking in the mirror, and even worse, now there were pictures! But now his eyes were glued on Mike, who looked totally hot in his bright red Speedo with his young athletes physique on full display as he advanced on Rory. Mike grabbed his arms and moved them away from his front, and spun Rory around, so they were both looking at the full length mirror. For a moment, they stood side by side admiring the sight of two aroused teenagers is tight swimwear, both obviously sexually aroused. Mike got behind Rory and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He could feel Rory shudder. Mike smiled and talked straight at the mirror, "Look at your self dude. You are one hot little bitch. You get hard looking at yourself in that sexy little swim panty. Nothing wrong with that. You look awesome." Mike pressed his own hardness into the small of Rory's back. "Looking at you got me hard too. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hard cock Rory? I've been saving my jizz for my little bro." He hugged Rory tighter and started grinding up and down behind him, causing the boy to whimper. "Did you like slurping on my dick yesterday? I liked it a lot. You are a born cocksucking little bitch Rory, aren't you? You are going to be my cocksucking little brother from now on aren't you?" Mikes voice was now just a husky whisper, as he moved his hands up to Rory's tiny pink nipples, which were rock hard little nubs at this point. Mike tweaked Rory's nipples and the boy responded with a whimper. He was grinding his ass back into Mike. The spot in the front of his swimsuit had doubled his size as his 4 inch rock hard cock continued to pump out pre-cum. "That's it you little slut. Rub on my cock. Get to know it well bitch," Mike said as he twisted the nipples a little harder. "Ah Mike, oooh, ahhh," Rory was panting now. The dirty talk was driving him nuts. Ordinarily he would be furious being called a bitch and what not, but Mike was in control of him, and the feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before. If this is what being Mike's bitch was like, he could get used to it! "You like that? You like being my little bitch don't you little bro? Why don't you say it? Let me hear you say it." Mike ground his hard cock into Rory even more, momentarily lifting the boy off his feet, putting his entire weight onto Mike's cock, with only two thing layers of swimsuit separating Mike's cock from Rory's ass crack. "I...I'm your little bitch Mike, ah fuck!" Rory said. He was very very close... Mike put Rory back down on his feet, and leaned over to whisper in Rory's ear. Both boys were looking straight at the mirror. "That's good Rory. You're a hot little slut boy, and we are going to blow your mind this weekend and over the next few years. I can't wait for you to model all kinds of gear slut clothes for us. God I can't wait to fuck you!" Mike stuck his tongue as deep as he could into Rory's ear. "Oh AGGHHH!" Rory's eyes rolled back in his head. Did he say fuck me? Oh wow, I don't know...Then when Mike's tongue went into his ear he lost all control of himself. He had never felt anything like that, and had now idea how intimate and sexy it felt all at the same time. For the second time, Mike had caused him to cum without touching his cock, as he erupted into his swim suit, the tiny brief filling with shot after shot of his hot boy cum. "Ah, I'm cummiiiiiing!" Mike held the boy tight, watching his dick twitch in the tight confines of the suit, and seeing the growing pool of cum staining the dark green brief. There was so much cum that it shot out over the waistband and started running down the front. Fuck this kid was a slut! Mike continued grinding his own cock into Rory's behind until the boy had cum down off his sexual high, but now it was his turn. The 24 hours or so his cock had been imprisoned was murder on the horny 16 year old. He pulled down the waistband of his Speedo and shoved his cock into one of Rory's suit's leg holes. The feeling of his cock on Rory's smooth ass was all it took for his own balls to unload. He wrapped his arms around Rory again and lifted him up, at this point he was as limp as a rag doll, and filled the back side of Rory's swim brief with his own, quite a bit larger load of semen. "Take my jizz bitch! Ah yeah, FUCK YEAH! Mike was screaming at the top of his lungs as his cock seemed to keep pumping load after load into Rory's suit. "You are such a hot little fucking bitch slut, WOW!" Mike held on with the enthusiasm only a teenager could have until he was sure his cock was completely dry, and then gently lowered Rory. He spun the boy around, and completely to Rory's surprise, mashed his mouth onto his, and shoved his tongue inside, giving the shocked boy his first boy-boy kiss, and making it a deep French at that! Only when Mike needed to breath did he release the stunned boy from the lip lock. "Dang you are hot little one bro! That was fucking awesome! Don't move!" Mike ran over to the camera, his cock still bounding on top of his waistband. Rory was so stunned he wouldn't have moved if there was a box of TNT under him. It took him a few moments to realize that Mike was snapping frame after frame of him, standing there in the cum filled swimsuit, with this dick head peeking out of the waistband, slobber running off of his lips and face completely flushed. When he finally realized he was being photographed, he through his arms in front of himself. "Hey come one! Don't take pictures like this?" He protested, although at the same time he secretly would like to see them later on! "Just for us family little bro. They won't end up on the net, I promise! I would never do that to you buddy!" Mike lowered the camera. "Anyway, I'm done. You need to go hit the shower before we go swimming. We don't want all that cum in the pool!" Mike laughed. "Just leave the suit on and go wash off, I will wait here." Mike walked over to Rory, grabbed his shoulders and turned him toward the bathroom door in the dressing room. "Come on, I need to teach you how to swim still! Go!" He smacked Rory's ass with enough force to make a satisfying "Thwack!" sound as the cum compressed against his butt and the boy jumped and ran toward the bathroom. As soon as Mike heard the shower start, he grabbed the memory card out of the camera, and ran over to a laptop on the dressing room table. He downloaded the contents and quickly encrypted it using a memorized 20 character pass code that only he and his father knew, and sent it along. "Hurry up in there, " Mike shouted. No playing with yourself. I know you're a horn dog, but I wanna get in the pool!" Rory heard the shout just as he had pulled the suit out to look at his cock. He didn't know what to feel at the moment. All that dirty talk and the feeling of Mike's hard body made him feel like nothing else in his short life. He didn't have time to ponder though as he heard Mike come into the bathroom. He slid the shower door back and looked at Rory, and said, "Good enough", and reached in and turned the water off. Mike watched Rory rub the water out of his eyes and step out of the shower. "Dang you are totally cute even after you cum Rory!" Rory blushed and was about to ask for a towel when all of a sudden, Mike turned his back to him, and did some kind of move where before Rory new what was happening, Mike had him draped over his shoulders and started walking out of the room. Rory started laughing, "Hey put me down! I'm all wet!" "We're going swimming dumbass, that's the whole point!" There were in the hallway now, headed toward the door that opened to the pool. "I know, but come on, put me down! I need to get ready!" "We are ready little bro," Mike said laughing as he picked up speed toward the pool. "Hey come on! Let down, I told you I can't Swiiiiim!" The struggling and protesting did no good as Mike propelled himself and his cargo into the deep end of the pool with a huge splash. Mike made sure to release his hold on Rory just before they hit the water, and he used his lifeguard training, to grab the panicking youth and propel him to the surface with him. Rory was screeching and struggling mightily for a moment, until he realized he was breathing air and was being held up. Mike held the boy tight with one arm while he treaded water. "It's OK Rory, I've gotcha." He pulled the boy tighter and swum toward the shallower end, until he had his feet on the pool floor, while Rory's still were dangling. "Nothing bad will ever happened while me and my dad are around OK? I promise." He turned Rory so that he was facing him, shivering, but relaxed now. "You have the most beautiful eyes Rory Calhoun, " Mike said before kissing Rory for the second time that day. This time Rory willingly allowed Mikes tongue in his mouth and enjoyed the sensation of being held tightly in the pool and kissed by this baffling older boy. Mike broke the kiss and grinned widely at Rory, taking in the beauty of the soaking wet youth. "Welcome to you new home away from home Rory," Mike said hugging the boy tightly again. "Now let's get you swimming, I can't carry you into the pool all the time. Come on!" End of Part 4 Thoughts, likes and respectful dislikes encouraged Mwriter65@live.com