Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 11:01:26 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Rescott Brothers Photo Shoot - Part 2 of 7 Rescott Brothers Photo Session - Part 2 of 7 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com "And don't worry, buddy, I can tell that you like what you see too, and I'm flattered. In fact," he said, licking his lips as he slowly snapped open the suit pants and I saw a flash of bright red from underneath, "you better get those batteries quick because I might show you just how flattered I am right now..." Did I just hear that? I felt like I was moving in slow motion as my eyes bulged nearly out of my head and my mouth hung slack as I struggled to find the words to respond to that. Before I could say anything though, Dan burst out laughing hysterically. "Oh my god, you should see your face!" he said, covering his mouth and pointing at me. "Jesus Christ, Nate! I'm totally yanking your chain!" I turned my back to him so he couldn't see my face turn seven shades of scarlet and busied myself with opening a new battery for my camera. I managed to laugh nervously. "Dumbass! I knew you were! I was trying to come up with a suitably inappropriate response." He continued to laugh. "Aw man, that was priceless. I was just sitting here thinking, god how ridiculous is this? I'm primping and posing in front of my gay little brother while porno music plays in the background..." "It's jazz music. I'll change it." "No, no, it's fine, it's fine, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." Thanks to his practical joke, I'd totally lost any trace of a hardon, so I returned to the set and busied myself with props. "Well, if you're done being an ass, you better go change into your next outfit so we can move on." He was still chuckling as he stood up. "Aw, come on Nate... you aren't really pissed at me are you?" He snapped his pants closed again and joined me by the library vignette. "No, no, I'm used to you by now. You've always enjoyed teasing me. I guess I must be an easy target." He smiled and placed a strong hand on my shoulder. "Nah, it's not like that. Jeez, if I had known you were gonna take it hard, I wouldn't have said it. It's not like you really got a hardon seeing your old bro splayed out like a centerfold, right?" He lunged for my crotch and copped a feel for a split second before I pushed him away with a laugh. "Stop fucking around, pervo." Thank god I'd gone soft again! "Yeah, I don't know, Nate, that felt pretty stiff to me!" He playfully punched my arm. "Fuck you, if it was stiff, you'd know it." "Oh yeah, you inherited the Rescott donkey cock, too huh?" I cut my eyes at him and shook my head. "Just go change." "Hey," he said plopping back down on the sofa, "all kidding aside, I did actually bring some other stuff that Lauren likes to see me in. Would it weird you out to take a few more snaps of me in just my underwear?" I pretended to sigh in irritation, but was secretly eager to see exactly what that flash of crimson was that I saw earlier. "Hey, it's your show, bro, I'm just the picture monkey." "Sweet." He grinned, unsnapping his pants again. He shuffled around, trying to find a good position on the sofa and cleared his throat. "I'm really sorry about teasing you like that, Nate," he said sincerely. "I guess I'm just nervous. This is all a little intense, you know?" Boy, was it? I thought to myself. For as long as I could remember, Dan had taken great joy in teasing me about my sex life. I think he felt the need to overcompensate for my parents' distance in my life, and he always said "that's what big brothers do." I guess that was probably true. I mean, I had straight guy friends who were always busting their brothers' chops about the chicks they banged and stuff. Dan was always interested in who I was dating, how good the sex was, what I found attractive about the guy, etc. And, invariably, being a narcissist, he'd always draw the conversation back to him. He'd say things like "oh, you think THAT guys has muscles, he's no Dan Rescott..." and then flex. He could be a real tool sometimes, but an endearing one. "Yeah, it's all good." I resumed my position in front of the sofa and began snapping again. After a few minutes, Dan slipped back into model mode and began posing again, as he slowly unbuttoned his suit pants. He casually began to slide his hand down the front of his pants and I saw a slight tremor. He was clearly nervous, so I tried to put him at ease. "Doing great, Danno," I said. "Just keep doing what you are doing." "Feel a little silly." He flashed a sheepish grin at me and I captured it. "You sure this is okay?" "Great. You're a natural." "If you say so." "Just relax and try to be sexy." "Aw-haw, like I have to try," he joked in a goofy voice. "Whatever, Mr. Vain." He chuckled. "Okay, then, here goes nothing. Be kind, rewind..." He threw back his head and exhaled. "You know, truthfully I tend to be more of a commando man, but for some reason, she really likes these..." He slowly pushed the slacks down to reveal a pair of supertight crimson trunk briefs. I zoomed in close and snapped shot after shot, taking in the sight before me. His hairy chest dissipated down to a thick treasure trail which led into the waistband of the trunks. I swallowed hard as I saw the massive bulge of the "Rescott donkey cock" held tightly below the soft cotton. He was soft, clearly, but the bulge was still very impressive. The briefs cut a line across his massive thighs, which were also covered in soft black fur. "Getting some good shots, bro?" he asked, and my eyes returned to his face. He was once again deadly serious as he gazed straight into the camera/me and he ran his hands up and down his body. "Make sure you get plenty of my bulge. She likes it." "Okay," I said, trying to feign boredom. "Why don't you, uh.. put your hands, um... like around the bulge. Like frame it..." "Okay... um...like this?" he asked as he placed both hands on either side of the crimson-covered package and squeezed. "Does that work?" "Y-yeah... perfect." He held that pose for a few seconds, rubbing his hands against the inside of his thighs. Occasionally his thumbs would catch the waistband of his trunks and pull them down slightly. "Great, buddy," I coached. "Just like that. Just lose yourself in it, let me do the work." "I can try," he said, thinking for a moment. Slowly he increased the preasure against his bulge, pressing his hands tighter against it. I watched as his mouth slowly formed an "o" and my zoom lense definitely showed that he was getting the blood flowing down there. I think it was even catching HIM by surprise. As he rubbed against his mound, I couldn't help but think how that soft cotton was feeling as it rubbed against his sensitive cockhead. Apparently Dan was thinking that too because his face got more and more intense until finally he tossed his head back and moaned slightly in ecstasy. "Does this look good?" "Hell yes," I mumbled. "Awesome." After a few more seconds of framing his bulge, I think he started to get a bit worried that he might get TOO turned on, so he sat up suddenly and kicked his pants, shoes and socks off. He posed in various different ways, leaning back against the couch, putting one leg up on the cushions, etc... anything he could think of to draw attention to his massive bulge. Against my better judgment, I felt my own cock beginning to thicken and grow again. "Can we get a few shots from the back?" he asked, turning around and showing off the hottest ass I'd ever seen. His back was lightly furry, and there was a small triangle of hair right above the waistline leading down into the cleft of his ass. "Lauren says I have a great ass. What do you think, Nate?" I gulped, but was hip to his game now. "Shut up, dumbass, I'm not falling for that again." "No, buddy, I'm serious," he said turning his head to meet my gaze as I continued to take shots. "I'm just curious. You told me once you were an assman or whatever, so I know you've seen a lot of man ass. How does mine measure up?" I knew from past experience that he genuinely liked to know these things, as it fed his ego. Dan always found it a personal achievement when someone said he was better looking than someone else. "It's um..." I tried to hide the stammer in my voice. "It's nice... I guess..." "Aw, man," he said, grinning. "I was hoping you'd say it was better than nice. I think I have a naturally big ass. I hardly ever have to focus on that in my workouts." He placed one hand on each cloth-covered cheek and bent over. "I thought with you being an assman, you'd know if it's too big, too small or..." he looked me square in the eye and licked his lips. "Just right." I exhaled. "It's just right, Goldilocks, is that what you want to hear?" He chuckled and turned back around. He must have realized I wasn't going to fall for his teasing again. "Okay, bro, I'll take your word for it. I guess I'm ready for the next outfit now, what do you think?" "Sounds good to me," I said. "Go ahead and change and I'll switch the lights around. What outfit do you want to try next?" He walked over to the garment rack, his bare feet slapping on the tile and I couldn't help but gaze at that delicious, curvy ass as he passed me. It's more than just right, I thought to myself, it's fucking perfect... "Let's try something a little more casual this time. How about this one?" he asked, reaching for the jeans and sleeveless shirt. "Does this work?" "Sure, why not?" "Cool." He stepped into the changing room as I busied myself with picking up the pieces from his suit and putting them back on the rack. "Nate, I gotta say, buddy, this is actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be." "Good, it should be fun!" I said. "If it wasn't fun, it would show in the pics. And you're a natural, bro, it's almost like this isn't your first time modelling." He just chuckled. "Naw, man, it's just you put me at ease. I thought I'd feel really silly, but you are doing a good job at keeping me focused and making me relax. Hey, you close by?" "Yeah, just on the other side of the door, why?" "Here's a little memento for you, perv! CATCH!" he exclaimed. I saw something come flying over the top of the changing room door and I instinctively made a grab for it. It was the same crimson shorts he was just wearing. "You can wear 'em later and see if you can fill 'em out as well as I do, but don't be disappointed if they're a little loose on you!" he joked. "Har har har..." "Besides, for what I have in mind, I don't think I'll be needing those for this scene." I double checked to make sure the changing room door was still closed and took a close look at his underwear. He wasn't kidding. The front pouch was over-extended from where his massive bulge had been pressing against it. Knowing that just seconds ago, these shorts were rubbing right up against my brother's hot dick and massive ass made my cock spring fully to life. "Hey..." I turned to see Dan leaning out of the changing room. "Caught ya!" he said with a glint in his eye. "You sniffin' my shorts, bro?" "God, you are a perv!" I said, tossing his shorts to the floor. "Runs in the family, shorts sniffer!" He joked as stepped out of the changing room. Dan looked amazing. The sleeveless shirt showed off his fantastic arms and the jeans looked like they were painted on. Plus, he was clearly commando underneath because his obscenely pronounced bulge was decidedly dressed to the left. "How's this look?" "Great. You happy with it?" He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and casually rubbed his arms. "Yeah. Yeah, I think this is good." He flexed and gazed at his own impressive reflection. "Don't move!" I commanded, grabbing the camera. "What do you think about doing some shots of you checking yourself out in the mirror?" "Oh, a little self-admiration, huh?" he asked. "Now who's the perv, bro?" "Shut up," I said, immediately snapping shots. "You love looking at yourself, you always have." "Eh, that's just a guy thing," he said, posing. "We always want to know if we look good. For our chicks, you know?" "No, I wouldn't know," I reminded him with a chuckle. "Well, it's gotta be the same for gay guys, too right?" He slowly began sliding his shirt up, revealing his hairy chest and taut belly. "I mean, especially for gay guys. You probably sit around all day checking yourself out in the mirror, huh?" I laughed. "Yeah, that's me, totally in love with myself." "Man, if I was a gay dude, I'd ALWAYS be looking at myself," he said, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. He put both palms against the mirror and leaned toward it. "I mean, look at this body... if I was into dudes, like you are, I would totally be getting hard looking at this sweetass image..." He turned his gaze toward me in the mirror. "You know what I'm saying?" I shook my head and kept a Mona Lisa grin on my face. "You are just too much." He turned to face me and leaned back against the glass. I snapped away. The bright lights were shining on him, causing small beads of sweat to form on his forehead. "Is it hot in here?" he asked. "Yeah. But it works for you, the sweat will give the pictures a nice shine." "I don't think it's just the lights," he whispered, staring at me. He ran his hands along his chest slowly down to his jeans and popped the first button. "Nate, I'm just gonna go with this, okay?" I gulped. "Absolutely. Do your thing, bro." "I... uh... I just want to say to you..." "Yeah?" "Well... I mean... this is intense and all and... I know I was kidding you before, but I wanted to tell you... if you get, you know... turned on..." "Dan..." He shrugged, "I'm just saying, buddy, you told me earlier, if you got hard I'd know it," he said, turning his gaze downward and popping another button. "And unless I'm completely blind, and I'm not, it's looking to me like I'm not the only one in the room feeling a little steamed up." "Come on, Dan, focus..." I said, continuing to snap. "Oh I'm focused," he assured me, snapping a third button and pulling the jeans open to reveal the top of his thick wiry bush. "I'm focused on the fact that my gay little brother, no matter what he says, is throwing a serious bone right now watching me unbutton my pants..." I sighed as I put the camera down and met his gaze. We stared at each other for a long time, and I was waiting for him to either get freaked out and storm out in a huff, or to bust out laughing hysterically again. Instead, he just smiled and unsnapped the last button.... "Why'd you stop taking pictures, bro? We're not done yet... not by a long shot..." TO BE CONTINUED... Enjoying the story so far? Drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com and let me know! STILL TO COME: "Never tell a Rescott he's too chicken to do something," he said over his shoulder...