Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2011 15:20:43 -0800 (PST) From: Jake Owens Subject: Modeling for my brother. Part 3. ATTENTION: If you're not legal age or are offended by stories containing sexual situations, then please do not continue reading. The following story is a mix of true facts and fiction. _____________________________________________________________________________ => Modeling for my brother. (Part three.) [It's in his touch.] - "Now I need you to be dry. Completely dry. You're going to put some oil on you for the last part of the session." - "Ok." - "What on earth do the two of you think you're doing?!" - "Oh Paul, do not do that again! You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" - "I got bored, decided to come and ask Jake if he'd like a massage. Why..? What..?" - "We're just shooting some photos. No biggie." - "He's naked!". - "So? Wh... Nooo! That's a lot of oil! Paul help Jake with the oil. I want him to just glow a bit. Use the oil he's got on first, please." Absent minded and still in disbelief Paul knelt besides me and ran his big right hand along my stomach to pick some of the oil and started rubbing my legs. - "Ryan, this is crazy. You two could get in serious troubles if anyone sees you doing this." I heard them, but my mind was on Paul's hands. They were magical, so soothing. Not too weak, not too strong, just perfect. - "Nobody's going to see us!" - "The only way you could be more exposed is if you were doing this out in the street!" Again Paul's hand picking the extra oil... His hand had just brushed over the base of my penis. I had to be dreaming. He was always so aware of where he put his hands, but right now... - "Out in the street? ... mmmm...." - "Don't even think about making your own brother do something like that!" Paul grabbed my penis! Squeezing it a bit, taking the rest of the oil. - "He already did that last night!" That froze Paul's motion. He turned to me and look right into my eyes in disbelief. Keeping his hands on my hardening penis. Actually, that was all it took to make me go fully hard. - "Paul!" It was hard for me to believe he didn't know what was happening. - "Paul let go off him!" - "Ohhh, Sorry." said Paul looking down to my penis then away while deeply blushing. - "Look what you've done. And what are you smiling about, I cannot shoot you like that." I felt my face going hot. Didn't know i was smiling. Paul clearly was feeling embarrassed. He was now very aware of my nudity and his hands on my body. Now it was me who didn't want to look directly at Paul's eyes. - "Sorry. I didn't mean to... ", Paul said to me. "Turn around please, i'll oil your back. Don't touch it and let's hope it'll go down soon." To my disappointment he barely touched my butt, and did my legs pretty fast. Yet, my penis didn't seem to be going to deflate any time soon. - "Good thing we were almost done." "Ok, stand by those plants over there. Your back to me and twist a little. Lower your face." "Ok, now stay that way but put your hands down by your sides and look to my right." Paul was to his right. And he was looking straight at my butt! That got me more excited but also nervous. It was the first time someone was giving me a look like that. I kept my head up, but i lowered my sight. - "Don't look down. Or you'll look like you're falling asleep." I looked up again. At that same moment Paul must had realized i saw him looking at me and looked up. We looked straight into each others eyes. There was fear in his eyes. This time he looked down and away. Oh my, he likes me?! The session didn't last that long more. We must had shot 12 more photos and it was a wrap. - "And that's it! That was good! I feared you were going to be uncomfortable with that hard on, or that it was going to be hard covering it, but i'm happy with what we did. Ok guys, now i'm going to leave the two of you for that massage. I'm going to develop the film." - "Today? It's sunday!" i said. - "I know the guard. He'll let me in." Ryan sad with a smile on his face. "Besides, i can't wait to see how the photos will come out. I'll be gone for the rest of the day, so..." - "I don't know Ryan, maybe Jake isn't even in the mood for a massage." - "I am!" i almost yelled. Ryan gave me a funny look which made me blush one more time. - "I do would like that massage." - "He do would love that massage." Big brothers... Paul just nodded and kinda looked down, trying to hide a pleased smile. Ryan got his camera and the films and got on his way out. - "Well. Let me just grab my towel and get my sandals on..." It took me more time to put them on than for me to start slipping because of the oil. - "Careful! Let me help you. I'll use the towel to remove some oil from your soles." Even that felt good under his hands.- "But maybe you'll have to walk barefoot, since your sandals are rubber and they're all oiled up. Ok, you're all set. Let's go." Lucky me Paul was by my side or i would had fallen. - "The towel must had been oily too. Sorry." - "No, it's ok. It's not your fault Jake. Now what? Maybe you could run up for a clean towel?" - "Don't know. It's near lunch time. What if someone comes? Maybe... maybe i should carry you?" I laugh at that. - "I don't think so. Besides no one's around. People's away." - "Still, i'd rather not take chances. Take my arm, grab it tight. We'll walk up together." And with that we started climbing the stairs towards the 3th floor. - "You really went out like this last night? I mean to the street?" - "I didn't plan to do that. The door was open. And..." We had reached the second floor when... - " 'orning boyss!" Mr. Clark was coming down the stairs. Even my hard on went down. There was no place to hide, anyway, he had already seen us! - " 'yan, that tan's looking really good on you." Then he looked at me. He looked down at my penis. He made funny faces, like trying to focus. He was still sooo drunk. He just rubbed his face with his right hand and continued his way down. - "May nobody light up a match in his path! You were totally alone, right. Can i carry you up, now?" - "Yes please." Paul didn't ask me anything, didn't gave me a chance for anything. He just picked me up grabbing me from my butt while placing my whole body against his chest. Normally I would had felt really embarrassed by this, but i was enjoying the sort of hug i was giving him. His body against mine... his hands pressing my butt... I was surprised he could carry me like that. But he was really muscular. I was skinny. I think his family is from El Salvador or some place like that, so he's got a gorgeously tan skin. Dark curly short hair. Thick eyebrows. And a killer smile that could melt me at will. By the time we reached the third floor my penis was hardening again and he could feel it. - "Sorry." - "About what?" - "I got your clothes all oily." - "Don't worry. Massage clothes. Somehow they usually end up oily anyway." he said smiling at me. - "What's the matter." - "Nothing. I guess i'm just feeling a bit bad about what happened. Getting an ... you know." - "Don't worry. That happens a lot during massages. And speaking of massages. Let's get yours started". He led the way to my room. I had a drawer reserved for all the necessary stuff. A couple of towels, almond and geranium oil, even a couple of vanilla scented candles. He took the first towel out and placed it over my bed. - "Jump up." Paul said. - "Why don't you place the second towel too? I'm really oily this time. Besides, i don't see the point in covering me up anymore. The weather's not cold and you've seen everything." - "If you don't mind that, i guess it's ok." he said nervously chuckling. I lay down on my front. He laid his hands side by side on the base of my neck. After some seconds he moved them to the sides of my back and began sliding them down. There was enough oil on my skin for him to glide his hands smoothly. When he reached my waist he pulled his hands together, gently pulling my skin up. He stroked his way up my back again till my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. There he moved to the sides again and repeated the whole process over and over again. Calming my worries away. The feeling of his hands squeezing my neck was something so great. And down they go, they reach my lower back and then... He didnīt go up again! He went for my butt! He got both of his hands on one cheek and his rolling his thumbs over my skin. One thumb after the other one. I didn't know if i was gonna fall asleep or start coming. All that stroking was pushing my penis against my bed making the sensations too great to believe. Why hadn't he done that before!? He extended his hands, one on each cheek and began making circular patterns. Sometimes his fingers brushing my asshole. I began tensing at this, unfortunately he moved his hands to my legs. What was coming i didn't see. He began rubbing my legs in a weird way. While one hand was moving away from the side of my body, the other one was moving towards it. He did this while moving up and down the length of my right leg. The most interesting part of this was when he reached the upper part of my leg. I started dripping precum when he started brushing my balls. I didn't want this to stop, but at the same time i just wanted to turn over and ask him to jerk me off. After kneading the length of both of my legs he moved to my feet. He took my foot from my ankles with his two hands and glided his way down to my toes. Once and again, and again. Then he took each one of my toes and stretched them, rubbed them all along. I was falling asleep to this when he asked me to roll over, he was going to do my front. It took me some seconds to react. I turned around and closed my eyes again. I heard him softly gasping, as if he had been surprised to see my penis hard or something. I didn't know whether i was becoming an exhibitionist or simply feeling comfortable and proud of my body, but i liked being seen like this and not feeling the need to cover up. I'm not sure for how long, but Paul didn't start my front right away. I half opened my eyes and saw him rubbing some oil in his hands. Just in time i felt Paul's hands land on my chest. Though, there was something weird. His touch seemed insecure, as if he were shaking. His hands slid down by my sides and at waist level they joined each other below my belly button and started their way up again. Of course being fully hard, every time he was about to come up his hands brushed my penis. The first time he moved up fast, then he took his time before going up. I felt so excited and nervous at the same time. I didn't want it to end. I wanted more, so i pretended to be asleep, that way he would feel safe to make a move. His hands went down and there he stopped. I heard him sigh. I didn't want to open my eyes, but i wanted to know what was going on. I didn't have to wait that much. I felt one hand on my waist, and then the other on my face. I got goose bumps, I wasn't expecting that. I don't know if i jumped a bit. He slid his hand at my waist down. Left it besides my penis for some seconds then took both of his hands off me. When i thought nothing was going to happen i felt his hand take my penis. At that moment i'm sure my penis jumped. It was the first time anyone touched me there. -"I can't believe i'm doing this..." i heard him whisper. More like talking to himself. I had my brain working on registering every little thing my skin felt. I wanted to remember this till my last day. I couldn't believe what i next felt. Paul sighed. He was approaching my penis! I could feel his breathing on my skin. I was going to receive my very first blowjob. _End of part 3._ _____________________________________________________________________________ Hope you're liking the story so far. Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated: jake.owens29@yahoo.com