Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2000 11:01:24 -0700 From: R Coxwell Subject: baby-brother-6 Hey guys - sorry for the long set-up on this one before getting to the action. I almost NEVER do this and I don't plan on making a habit of it. It'll explain a lot for future installments as well, so bear with me. Things progressed. I was getting sick of the daily grind of pushing corporate papers and started saving my nickels, getting out to parties and meeting people, making contacts. I knew how good I was on the business side of show business, and I was angling at pulling together a group of other investors and up-and-coming people to produce a low-budget movie with hot, rising talent. I had a little money to draw on - my mother and stepfather (who did NOT know about what was going on with me and Sean) owned an export business and were left with some well-invested capital that could help. I covertly began scouting for young guys hot out of film school with talent, drive and a ground-breaking script that needed bankrolling. Same with young actors on the brink of being discovered. I knew that whatever I did, I'd have to make perfect decisions and have fabulous luck, or I'd be fucked. I found myself working eight hours at my day job, then another eight hours around that - cocktail parties, nightclubs, two-in-the-morning dinners with people I needed to talk to, then six a.m. breakfasts. The weekends were just as bad. I knew Sean was craving my affection - and my cock. And I knew he was getting restless, not ever seeing me. But this morning, we were lying in bed, just sleeping peacefully like an ordinary couple. Sean was off work last night, and I wanted to spend some quality time, so I blew off the usual Friday night festivities and came home. We barbecued some steaks on my tiny concrete patio, roasted some ears of corn in tinfoil, split a six-pack of Heineken - then proceeded to fuck each other's brains out for the rest of the night. I popped in my well-worn copy of Frisky Summer and we balled each other to the beat of horny European teenagers having marathon sex.... So needless to say, we slept in. I was dead asleep when my cell phone started jangling on the dresser. I barely got conscious by the fifth ring, but by then the call had already gone into voicemail. I dragged my sore ass out of bed and walked through the voicemail menu on the phone until I got the message: "Hi, this is Morgan Chadwick. I was just calling to see if we could reschedule for an hour later, I realize this is short notice ...." "Oh FUCK!" I yelled. Sean stirred in the bed. "Wha ... wha ... what's goin' on?" he asked, his tousled head trying to rise off the pillow. Morgan Chadwick, that was what was going on. Just out of UCLA Film School, Chadwick was one of my most promising prospects. I'd met him a month before at a pre-screening party for Columbia's latest big-budget bomb and we clicked. He understood what needed to go into a movie to make it good but marketable. He had a very edgy sensibility that would play great on screen - I'd gotten him to give me a copy of a student film of his and it was terrific. He liked action flicks and macabre twists, so I wasn't sure if the project he wanted to do was his version of "Clerks" or "Reservoir Dogs." Either way I wanted to get in on him now, and hopefully make a few bucks off his talent. Aside from that, I wanted to get in on him, period. He was average-sized, but slender - not emaciated, but skinny in the way of the really driven, the ones that burn energy just churning their oversized brains away. He had graceful features - sharp chin, high cheekbones, thin sharp nose, arching eyebrows over brown eyes that were very alive, vital, and busy - you could see multiple strains of thought running through his mind at once. Topped off with a moussed mop of black hair. He was a bit bony, but I could imagine fucking his face, then his skinny ass. We were standing and talking about his movies and his aspirations, and I had to fight the hardon that rose unbidden, a hardon I could imagine blowing a wet steamy load of cum all over his smooth face. And I was supposed to meet with him in fifteen minutes, and had almost overslept and missed him! Fuck. I called Chadwick and told him an hour was fine, then ran into the bathroom and got the shower running while I brushed my teeth. Quick shower and a shave. When I came out of the bathroom, feeling better - and awake - Sean was standing at my ironing board, naked, pressing just the right shirt for me. I gave him a big kiss while I climbed into my pants, combed my hair and roared off. The meeting went really well. We had a lunch at a nice Italian place in WeHo, Alto Palato, that lasted almost three hours. I liked his ideas for the movie he wanted to do, and we built a good rapport that I felt would help us work well together. Trust was still a long ways off - I mean, this WAS Hollywood - but I liked him enough, and vice versa. He was gorgeous today. His hair was slicked back in a way that made him look almost North Italian, even though he was pure WASP. He'd dressed handsomely in a dark-gray flannel suit that hung nicely on his slim frame, and an open-collared shimmery silver viscose shirt that nicely contrasted his pale, creamy skin. I was glad he couldn't see the hardon twitching under my side of the table - if I could've I would've ripped off his pants and bent him over the table and had him right there. Once, when our waiter came to pour more wine, he noticed me rearranging myself - his view of my lap was a bit better than Chadwick's - and winked. I turned red as a beet! "I've got another student film I thought you might want to take a look at," he said as I signed for the bill. "Sure, I will, I like your work. But I don't have to - I think we're going to be able to do business here." "Oh, I know. But I thought you should have a really clear idea of what my creative direction is, so you get what you want for your money." Wow! A Hollywood hopeful with a sense of honor! Good thing I'd gotten to him first; another couple months and this town would've eaten him alive and left nothing for the vultures. "Okay, then." He pulled a videocassette from his briefcase and offered it to me. Then he tried to get up, staggered a bit, and half-fell back into his chair. He finally got to his feet, but he was wobbly. While we'd split two or three bottles of wine evenly over the long lunch, Chadwick weighed about forty pounds less than I did, and I doubted he had my drinking experience. "Hey, you can't drive like this, Morgan. I'm sorry, but the last thing we can afford is for you to get a DUI." "No ... I'll ... I'll be OK, really ...." "No," I said firmly, "you won't. I'm not too far from here, why don't you come back to my place? And we can go over your film." I made arrangements with the valet for holding his battered little MG there for the evening. Half-supporting him, I got him to my doorstep, turned the key .... Sean was sitting in my recliner, one hand wrapped around a glass of SoCo on ice, the other in his shorts, thrashing his meat. His eyes were glazed with lust. On my TV, Johan Paulik was fucking the shit out of Dominic Filla's hot Eurotwink ass, the two of them making more sexual noises than the average orgy. He turned me and just smiled, his eyes all lit up over a wide horny grin. "Heyyyyyyy," he said, noticing Morgan. "Who'dya bring home?" Needless to say, I was colossally embarrassed. "This is business, Sean," I said coldly, then just stood there, waiting for him to get lost. He got it. He immediately reached for the remote, to stop the tape, apologized profusely to us, and prepared to beat a retreat. "I am SO sorry about this," I told Morgan. "Oh, don't worry about it." He was oddly at ease. "These things happen," he said as I shut the front door behind him. Then, to Sean: "Hey, isn't that 'An American In Prague'?" Sean and I both just looked at each other, our eyes getting big as we saw some possibilities. "Uh ... yeah, it was," Sean told him. "Yeah, that was a great one. That's like only one of two videos where Johan bottoms. God, he's hot!" I wasn't going to waste this opportunity for anything. "Hey, you want to watch the rest of that?" "... Sure!" Home free! "Uh, Sean ... why don't you get Morgan here a drink?" I relieved him of his suitcoat, sliding my hands over his narrow but firm chest as I slid the jacket off his shoulders. He smiled slyly at me. The video started playing again. I could see the bulge begin to swell in Morgan's suit pants. Sean brought him a double Dewar's over ice. Sean knew the drill. As he handed over the drink I smiled at Morgan, caressing his chest again and popping a button, then two. He smiled back and kissed me, slipping me a bit of luscious tongue. Sean pulled him gently over to the couch. He sat down, downing half the whiskey in one swallow, and Sean and I piled in on either side of him. I rubbed his cock through his pants, and he opened them up for me. We stripped him down to his briefs in a flash. Our hands ran all over his tightly-wound body, exploring every creamy inch. Sean produced a popper from somewhere - up his ass maybe? - and set it off under Morgan's nose. He groaned, arching his back, and his eyes rolled back into his head. He was ready for a nice long fuckfest. On the screen Johan was orgasming explosively, spraying his hot boyjuices all over Filla's upturned ass. A wet spot was spreading on Morgan's briefs, right where his rod was tenting them. He downed the rest of his drink, letting the tumbler roll out of his hand onto the carpet. Sean and I scooped him out from between us and laid him across our laps, making him more accessible for us to play with. I leaned down to French-kiss him, working his hard nipples between my fingers as I caressed him. He was gasping in my arms. I gave him my tongue; he let it invade his hot mouth. Sean had pulled off his briefs, letting them dangle from one slender leg, and was tonguing the sheathed head of his oozing hard cock. Morgan had a nice, average-sized cock, longish and uncut, and low-hanging balls that looked so suckable. Sean was rolling back Morgan's foreskin to take more in his mouth. I watched him reach for the jar of Wet!, lube his fingers, slide a stubby little digit inside Morgan and start opening his tight ass. Morgan was trying to open up my shirt with one hand, his fingers not quite succeeding. I took my hands off his beautiful body long enough to lose my shirt and slacks, leaving him stretched out across the couch where my baby brother and I had fucked each other so many times in the last few months. Standing over him I put my own hot basket in his face. He cleaned my Calvins with his hot mouth, sucking my precum right out of the soaked cotton. "Mmmmmm ..." I knew he loved my taste. Then he went back to gasping in joy as Sean sucked and fingered him. Then back to me. His mouth felt so nice, gumming me through my briefs. My cock was bursting, stretching the limits of my underwear. The pressure of having my cock confined in there made it all the better. Morgan worked his way down my basket to suck on the sweaty cloth covering my balls ... my chode, I could feel his head wedging between my strong thighs ... my hole, he was trying to eat me out through my shorts, my shorts saturated with three hours' worth of mansweat. "You like that?" I asked him, tweaking one nipple extra hard. "You like that smell, you like that taste?" "MMMmmmmghhhhh," was all he could answer. Finally I slid my Calvins over my hips and sat on his pretty face. He'd done this before, I just knew. His tongue was just too expert, the way it darted delicately in and out of my crack, just the stiffened, moist tip touching my most sensitive place. He was making my whole body rock with jolts of ecstasy. Sean was poised at Morgan's crack too, licking his chode, a roll of the tongue up and down his crack, but not the hole. He poised for one long second and then just dived in without any warning. Morgan turned to writhing jelly beneath me, making cries muffled by my thick manly asscheeks. Sean was enjoying Morgan's hole. His huge blue eyes, looking up over Morgan's balls, met mine. I shook my head and pantomimed a suggestion. Sean got up, straddled Morgan's chest on his knees, and pulled his hips into a small package, turning his ass up in the air so he could eat it from above. So now Sean's ass, all spread out because of where his legs were, was aimed at me. I had to pick up Sean by the ankles, half holding him up and half letting his weight rest on his elbows and the couch. With one leg in the air on either side of my neck I dug my face into Sean's crack - and he HOWLED for mercy. He reeked of sex smell - he must've been jacking off for awhile, because I could smell it and taste it inside him. Made it even better. I tried to imagine what it must be like, suspended in the air and blood rushing down into his head while he tongued out a luscious asshole and feeling his own get eaten out good. I was doing everything I could to satisfy my baby brother and make this the hottest three-way he'd ever had, hotter than anything Cedric and Tarrence had ever done with him. Meanwhile, Morgan was going at me hard, making those muffled sounds of joy as he dug deep into my hole. His tongue invasion made me shake and shiver even while I licked Sean's nasty crack. I felt like I could do this forever. For whatever reason - probably because he'd been jacking off to Johan before we got there - Sean came early, not meaning to. I heard his own cries and felt him shake around my face as he shot his load all over Morgan beneath him. He splashed that creamy skin with his thick white jism, crying with joy each time he coated Morgan with another teenage load. He wasn't even touching himself. My tongue was making him shoot cum all over this gorgeous stud. It made me even more horny, knowing I could do this to my own brother. I let Sean get off him. Morgan's smooth white chest had long pearly streaks of Sean's cum running all over it and down the sides, over his ribs. He looked totally relaxed and out of it. His legs were still spread out and up in the air, like he was waiting to get his ass fucked. Sean just looked at me as if to say: I'm sorry. I could see he felt bad about coming early and thinking he'd ruined the action for everyone else. I just smiled and ruffled his hair, kissing him to let him know it was no big deal. Behind us, Morgan rose out of his boozy, nitrated delirium. "Hey. Hey? Can ... can anyone here please fuck my ass?" I knelt between Morgan's legs and began slowly licking my baby brother's cum off his smooth chest. He liked that, running his hands over my head while his dripping hardon poked me in the face. I licked my brother's salty spooge off every inch of his perfect boyish skin, sending currents of electricity throughout his taut body. Finally I finished cleaning him up by taking a tongue-swipe at his asshole. He arched his back and groaned. I worked that hole a little more, making it good and relaxed for my schlong. I scooted up to stare into his glassy eyes. "We're going to do better than fuck your ass, Morgan. We're gonna make a sandwich out of you." He just grinned. I could tell how much he was enjoying this. "So where do you want to fuck my brother? How do you want him while I fuck your ass?" "Ys know ... what I've always wanted to do? I've always wanted to do somebody on a kitchen table. I wanna fuck him on the table. It's just so twisted, ya know?" Well ... that didn't sound all that twisted to me, but it sounded pretty hot. "Sean. Bend over the table." He got a big squirt of lube and fingered it into his hole slowly, greasing up his ass good and slick for Morgan, then bent over our little round butcher-block table and grabbed the sides. He took one leg off the floor and propped his knee up on the tabletop, leaving his asscheeks totally spread and his boy-pussy ready for Morgan's long rod. He knew Morgan was taller, so he was standing tippy-toe on the foot he still stood on. His tiny foot was perfectly arched. Seeing Sean like that made me want to cum right then. I lubed up Morgan's cock and led him over to Sean. He stood there a second, admiring that round bubble-butt spread out and angled so sluttily for him to fuck. He massaged those asscheeks with his elegant hands while he slid his tool back and forth between them, over them. Sean groaned from deep in his throat, shivering in eager ecstasy as Morgan teased him with that cock sliding across his puckering hole, but not entering it. I watched Morgan make my brother's ass sticky with all the precum he was oozing out. Finally Morgan started sliding it inside him. I watched Sean's knuckles go white as he gripped the edges of the table, grunting out a scream as Morgan penetrated him. Once Morgan got his meat all the way inside Sean he immediately began ramming his ass. It was a loud, wet fuck. The sound of Morgan's cock slurping in and out of Sean's ass was just too much for me to hold back much longer. Morgan bent over Sean and held him tight while he pounded his ass good. Sean was even getting a nice reach-around. "Oh yessss," Sean moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, oh yessssss, harder ...." And I knew Morgan would leave him very satisfied. I spread Morgan's legs a little wider with my feet. Then I fingered him with the lube. His hole "bit" down on my fingers nicely. Every time it did I heard him exhale a little harder as he drove himself deep inside Sean. Finally I slid inside his hole, feeling his assmuscles grab my cock and convulse while I drove it home. His lovetunnel was incredibly tight, tighter than Sean's. He didn't seem to mind being fucked though. He just took my cock while he fucked Sean like a machine, all determination and focus - focused on fucking a young ass and taking manmeat in his own. Morgan screamed a little every time I slammed my cock inside him, but he was backing his ass up for me too, biting down hard on my organ and giving it a great massage with his hot sphincter muscles. "Ohhhhh yessss, fill me, fuck me OH YES!, gimme what I've needed for SOOOOOO long ... give it to me in my ass ... YES, like that ...." Every time I pulled out for another thrust, a thrust he'd BACK that ass up for, he'd drive hard and deep into Sean, making Sean scream. "OH ... YES ... FUCK me ... OH ... YES ... FUCK ME! ..." Sean's cheek was pressed against the tabletop and I watched his face slide back and forth, hard and fast, across the table every time Morgan shoved it inside him again. In between Morgan's rough thrusts and the gasps they forced out of him, Sean was smiling big. I was pounding Morgan's ass pretty hard too. I was driving deep, pulling him by the hips onto my cock. Every now and then I'd throw a volley of fast, sharp, brutal jabs into him and hear my belly slap hard against his asscheeks, skin on skin, like a paddle smacking against a bad little boy's tender bottom. He moaned and twisted under me, driven so wild that he lost his rhythm for fucking Sean for a second or two before he picked up the beat again. In the middle of our fucking Morgan turned his head around to me and slid out his tongue. I french-kissed him, letting our tongues duel like swords. He was so beautiful, and this was such a great fuck I knew I'd never forget this. This hot guy, with my dick up his ass while he fucked my little brother. Sean was loving it so much, especially when one of us lost our rhythm and my cock slammed inside Morgan while he drove deep into Sean. The power of 350 combined pounds of manhood behind Morgan's cock made for one deep penetration inside one slutty little brother's boy-pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ... oh yessssssss ... deeper ... inside me ... fuck me deep ... gimme that load deep inside me ... gimme your load ...." I could smell his sweaty sexy ass, and Morgan's - we were all so raunchy right now. The sweat was running down our legs. Morgan was on the home stretch now, fucking harder and faster as he got close. Sean and I could feel it too. Sean grabbed the edges of the table to hang on for the ride as Morgan sped up, strawberry-blond hair flying across his face pressed against the tabletop, begging for more cock as he felt sweat and spit fly onto his back. "GIVE it to me ... yeah, GIVE it to me ... gimme that LOAD ... deep inside my ass ... I WANT it ... YES ... so bad ... ooohhhhhh yessss ... NOW!" I felt Morgan's whole body stiffen up as it filled with electric tension. His back arched like a cat's and his breath exploded from inside him. I felt every volley of cum that he shot inside my baby brother's young ass. His tight toned assmuscles practically bit my cock off over and over again as he shot that huge load of sperm inside Sean, screaming little screams through his teeth as he exploded over and over again. Finally his orgasm completed itself. Morgan just stood there, his whole body shaking and gasping for breath, clutching Sean's ass tight in his hands while his still-hard cock stayed buried deep inside it. I felt every little aftershock roll through his body. Every time the after-spasms of his great orgasm hit him, his assmuscles squeezed my own cock that stayed buried inside his body. I knew his balls were squeezing out little drops of cum to fill Sean's ass. It reminded me how close I was to blowing my load and how badly I wanted to cum right now. I could feel myself getting blue balls. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, wow," Morgan sighed, totally contented. "Pretty great fuck, isn't he?" I asked him, ruffling Sean's hair. Sean was still stretched out across our table, cheek pressed to the wood. He wore an expression of total contentment, too. "Yesssss," Morgan said dreamily. His assmuscles gave my cock a twitch. Then it occurred to him. "Hey ... you didn't come, too ...." "I know, man. You want to see something REALLY kinky?" Morgan grinned boozily. "Oh, yeah, sure." I gently slid my cock out from Morgan's ass and he pulled out of Sean. Sean didn't get up; he stayed sprawled across the table, legs spread out, one knee still hiked up on the table, all slutty and ready to fuck some more. He turned his head to look at me and smiled that cockslut smile of his. His stretched-out asshole puckered and winked at me. With Morgan watching, I mounted Sean. I just got behind him and rammed it inside his luscious ass. I don't think it'd really dawned on Morgan, drunk as he was, that Sean and I were not just two brothers who both liked to fuck men, but two brothers who liked to fuck each other. He had to actually see me sticking my dick in Sean's ass to really get it. And what a hot ass it was. Sean had more padding inside and outside than Morgan did, and his love tunnel knew every inch of my too-hard cock. I caught Morgan's eye. His mouth was hanging open. I knew he'd never seen real-life incest and fucking between blood brothers. My cock was swimming inside the hot thick cum he'd left inside my brother's hole. I smiled at Morgan and just started hammering Sean's ass. Sean was hanging onto that table for life and screaming with joy as I fucked the shit out of him, really fast and hard. It took barely a minute for me to come my brains out inside Sean's asshole. I threw my head back and yelled as I shot my own pent-up load of hot cream inside him, adding it to Morgan's. It was a great turn-on having another hot stud there watching us. I couldn't stop coming. I emptied my balls inside my baby brother's ass, knowing how much he loved it. When I was done doing Sean I pulled out of him. Two men's loads of cum began to run out of his hole and down his sweaty leg. Holding each other, Sean and I gave each other a long deep kiss. I looked over at Morgan. He was still smiling that drunken smile. "You liked?" I asked him. "Fuck, yeah. I can't believe you screw your own brother. That's pretty hot!" "Yeah, isn't it?" Sean's cock was totally hard and dripping. I took it in my hand while I stroked my own, trying to get myself hard again. "Why don't you come give him some satisfaction here?" Morgan got on his hands and knees ... behind Sean. He licked his way up Sean's sweaty leg, cleaning the sweat and sperm off with his tongue. When he got all the way up his leg, he pried open Sean's asscheeks and started licking at his nasty, sweaty, fucked-out wide-open hole. Sean was in heaven. He grabbed onto my chest, moaning and panting and rolling his eyes back in his head while Morgan cleaned out his hole. I knew he was eating every dribble of cum that dripped out of Sean's loose ass - the cum we'd both shot inside there. I knew that a soft loving tongue must be feeling like heaven to that hole after the hard pounding and violating it'd just taken. It also excited me to think about what this gossipy town would say about this hot young soon-to-be-famous director practically felching cum out of another man's sweaty, disgusting ass right now. When he was done he came around and got between us and aimed his ass at Sean's needy cock, spreading his legs wide open. Sean stuck it in him and started fucking away. My cock was still not completely hard - it was thick and half-aroused, sweaty and rubbery. I rubbed it over his mouth and he took it, sucking it hard again. Morgan was a pro, licking the most sensitive parts of my cock in his mouth while he sucked it back and forth. Again, pounding Morgan's tight ass, it didn't take Sean long to come to orgasm. With a great cry and much shaking he filled Morgan's guts with another load of his teenage cream. It took me another couple of minutes fucking Morgan's face, but I could feel myself letting go and shooting the last dregs of my balls into his hot mouth. When he got up his legs were shaky, and he was obviously exhausted. "Why don't you stay here the night, man? You can pick up your car in the morning." We cleaned Morgan up and snuggled him in bed between us. As we enjoyed the afterglow he told us how he'd spent his years at UCLA scoring a few extra bucks as a high-class call boy. He told us about the sexual kinks of the biggest guys in Hollywood - "and no," Morgan said, "Keanu Reeves never WAS David Geffen's lover. I'm not saying nothing ever HAPPENED, but there was nothing long-term going on there" - and all sorts of other insider scoops that I'd never heard before. "So why don't you use your in with these guys and go where you want to go in this town? I'm sure you could," Sean asked. "There's a lot of whores in this town. If they gave freebie movie deals to all of them, the studios would go out of business. Besides, that's not how I want to do it. I want to ..." Win on your merits, I thought. I kind of shook my head at his naivete, but I could respect it. We cracked open a nice bottle of chilled Chardonnay and enjoyed it while our kinky guest entertained us in a different way. Finally, fucked out and talked out, we all fell asleep. Morgan would be our dinner guest again as we got the movie project off the ground.