Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2010 12:06:06 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Rescott Brothers Photo Shoot - Part 4 of 7 Rescott Brothers Photo Session - Part 4 of 7 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peak at new chapters before they post on Nifty? Want to find out what new stories are in the works and make suggestions for upcoming plots? Join the Erotic Fiction of Zane McGuire group at Google by joining here: http://groups.google.com/group/zanemcguire And now, back to the hot action! "What I was gonna say, bro, was, I didn't get hard watching you come OUT of the shower that day. But I did get hard watching you cum IN the shower, ten minutes before that..." Now it was his turn to blush. "Oh shit..." He started to turn back to face me, but stumbled over the nylon shorts which were still bunched around his ankles. He bent over to pull them up and I once again took the opportunity to admire my brother's gorgeous and plump ass. He slid the shorts back up and turned around, his face a deep shade of scarlet. "You... you mean to tell me..." "What?" I asked, with a playful smirk. "Did I sneak into your apartment that day?" I snapped a picture of his shocked face. "Did I push through the open bathroom door? Did I lean against the wall and peek behind the shower curtain and watch you lathering up your massive cock?" His eyes bulged. "You... did?" I snapped another picture and then burst into laughter. "Of course not, you dumbass!" I doubled over, enjoying my revenge. He'd made fun of ME earlier, now it was his turn. While it WAS true it was me that was looking in his apartment door that day, I got scared and left when I saw he was coming out of the shower. "You FUCKER!" he exclaimed with a grin, punching me on the arm. "You really had me going there for a minute!" "Oh DID I?" I teased. "Shut up, you know what I mean!" "Serves you right. Besides, from what you said about dropping that towel, it sounds to me like maybe you would have enjoyed me watching you stroke your cock and spray your cum all over the shower wall." He smiled slightly, but made no comment. Again, our eyes met for a long, awkward moment. Finally he said, "that would have been... something... wouldn't it, bro?" I felt my mouth go dry and was about to speak. Just then, I noticed a small flashing icon on the screen of my camera. "Hold on, I gotta change my memory card, this one's full." "No problem, bro. I think we're pretty much done here, anyway, right?" A pang of disappointment washed over me. What more was I expecting? We'd gone through all of his outfits and we'd taken every conceivable shot I could think of. I'd see him shirtless and in a jockstrap, which was enough to fuel my own fantasies for years, and he'd made it clear that he wasn't interested in doing any nudes. "Yeah, I think so," I said, avoiding his gaze. He watched me for a moment before speaking. "Okay." He grabbed his duffel bag and returned to the changing room. "How soon do you think these pics will be ready?" "Oh, in a day or two. We're going to have to pick out at least 10-20 that you like from the group." "I trust you. I know you'll pick the best ones. Just pick the ones that make you hardest." He chuckled. "Fucker!" I called out. "I know, I know, they all make you hard. I guess I just have that effect on people, what can I say?" I groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you're such a stud, Dan, nobody loves you more than you love yourself..." "That's probably true," he said with a goofy laugh. A silence filled the room again as he continued to linger in the changing room. After I finished changing the memory card, I called out to him. "Hey, bro, what's taking so long? You get your zipper stuck or something?" "No, no... just... um...." "What?" "I'm just thinking." "About?" "Well... I was thinking that it's really awesome of you to do this for me... and, you know, for Lauren... and I'd really like to repay you somehow." "Dan, I told you, your money's no good here, don't worry about it. You're family." "I know, and I appreciate that. But I still want to... you know... give you something for your time and effort." I laughed. "And did you find something in your magic duffel bag to give to me?" "As a matter of fact..." I heard the changing room door open and I turned to see my brother standing in the door way, completely naked except for the black fedora I'd seen earlier in the duffel bag, which he held carefully over his groin area. He had a cheesy grin on his face. "Wow..." I said, taking him in. "Yeah, so I was thinking... I think that we've done enough for what I wanted for Lauren, but since you CLEARLY are enjoying this as much as she probably will, I thought maybe you might like to take a few extra snaps... you know, just for yourself." I stared at him, unsure how to respond. He could very well be fucking with me again. We'd danced this dance all afternoon and it was exhausting, yet stimulating. I finally decided to call his bluff. "You fucking with me?" "Nah, man," he said, his voice seemingly sincere. "I mean it. If you want to snap a few more of me, I'm down with that. Just tell me where you want me." "Um..." I sprang back into action. "Why don't you... um... go back to the mirror?" He gave a half grin and walked over to the mirror, keeping his gaze fixed on me and his hat planted firmly over his nether regions. As he came to the mirror, he turned to face me and I began taking shots. Since these were for me, I focused on the areas that I most wanted to see; his face, with his "come fuck me" eyes, his hairy chest, the reflection of his massive fuzzy butt, now no longer framed by the white jock, the trail of hair that led down to the rim of the hat, his strong hairy legs, which were placed in a wide stance across the floor. "Dan, I gotta say... um... thank you for doing this for me..." My voice cracked a little as I spoke. "No, bro, thank YOU for doing this for ME." "Hell, if I'd have known I'd get paid like this, I would have offered to take pictures of you years ago," I laughed. He smiled. He grabbed the front of his hat with his right hand and placed his left arm behind his head, leaning back against the mirror. "I noticed earlier when I did this pose in my shorts, you really seemed to, uh... respond. You like it?" "Fuck yeah I like it, bro," I exhaled. "Something about seeing a muscled, hairy dude like you stretched out like that, exposing his pit... makes me hard as a rock." "Yeah?" He gazed at me and licked his lips. "So it's not just the situation anymore, bro? You're actually getting a hardon from looking at ME?" "I um... I...." "Tell me..." I put down the camera and stared at him. "Dan... I can't remember the last time I was so turned on. I've been leaking precum into my pants ever since you first came out of that changing room in that suit. Seeing you here now, on full display in front of me... it's the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Well, not FULL display," he laughed. "I'm still wearing a hat... sort of." He gazed down at the fedora. "Stupid fucking hat," I said "Don't be mean to the hat... it's a magic hat," he said. "Watch, it does tricks..." Keeping his eyes fixed on me, he slowly removed his right hand and placed it behind his head, thrusting out his hips. The hat stayed put, clearly being held up by something massive on the other side. "Oh... my... god..." I whispered. "Wait, watch..." He looked downward and the hat slowly started to bounce up and down. I couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, it IS magic," I said, taking more pictures. "How about that." "Yeah, how about that?" He moved away from the mirror and sat down on the weight bench, pressing the hat tightly against himself. "So, I gotta ask you something..." "Ask away, bro." He grinned at me. "Be honest. You want to know what's holding this hat up, don't you?" "Oh I think I can guess what it is." "Can you?" "Yeah, it's clearly another magic toy from your duffel bag," I teased. "Oh you think, huh?" "Yeah, what else could it be?" His expression turned serious. "Ask me to show it to you, Nate." "Dan..." "Don't act like you don't want it, Nate. I can see it in your eyes. You want me to do it..." "I... I do, but..." "Shh, no buts. Just ask me, bro. Ask me to take this hat off and show you what you've been wanting to see all day. The one thing I haven't shown you yet. The one thing nobody except my wife has seen for years. Ask me, Nate." I licked my lips and cleared my throat, praying this wasn't another one of his practical jokes. "Show it to me, Dan." "Show you what?" "Show me what's behind the hat." He smiled and started to laugh and I had a moment of panic as I thought he'd gotten me again. But instead he leaned back against the bench on both arms and said. "I have a better idea. Why don't you come over and lift it up?" "What?" "Seriously, bro. You want to see it? Come see it." "Dan..." "Nate, this is a one time offer, buddy. If you don't look now, I'm gonna lose my nerve and put my clothes on, so make up your mind fast." There was a nervous tremor to his voice. FUCK, he was serious! I took a deep breath and crossed over to join him. He was smiling mischievously at me, and I still wasn't convinced he wasn't pranking me. There could be anything under this hat. He clearly wanted me to THINK it was his cock, but it could be a joke or some kind of trick. He would be just the kind of asshole to get me to the point of salivation and then... "Times up," he said, starting to sit up. "No, wait," I insisted and he slowly sat back again. "I'm ready." "So I can tell," he said nodding toward my pulsing bulge. "You've been ready for this all day." "Dan, fair warning," I said, deadly serious. "If you are fucking around with me, or if this is a joke, I'll never forgive you." He considered my words and nodded. "Consider me warned." "Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. I leaned down and placed my hand on the soft felt of the fedora. As I made contact, he made it "dance" again, and I could sense something solid beating against the inside of the hat. I looked at him and he gave me a cockeyed grin. "Somebody's knocking, you gonna see who it is?" he joked. "Yeah..." And with that, I lifted the hat. "Jesus Christ, Dan!" TO BE CONTINUED... Enjoying the story so far? Drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com and let me know! STILL TO COME: I laid the camera aside, all pretense of taking his pictures gone. Without taking my eyes off of him, I grabbed a folding chair and sat right between his legs, rubbing my bulge. "Can I... do you mind if I..." "You wanna take yours out?" he asked. "Don't let me stop you."