Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 07:13:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Robby Joins the Crew-2 Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you go to another site. Everyone have fun and enjoy. You are invited to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Robby Joins the Crew -- 2 I heard the water running in the shower and knew Robby was late again. He's more of a night person really, and he often jokes that if he had his way, school would start at noon. "Robby!" I yelled, "Get your ass in gear; we're going to be late!" The water stopped, and I heard the shower door open and close. "Coming!" He yelled back. I looked into the mirror. My hair is kind of like Robby's, which means it's always hard to manage. It's long enough to cover my ears and forehead in a bird's nest of dark brown. My eyes, which the girls fall in love with, are green, and are probably my best feature. "Fucking tie," I muttered, wrestling with the knot, and finally pulling it tight. "Shit!" One part was longer than it was supposed to be, so I had to take it all apart and start over. At 5'7" and 120 pounds, I am just a little taller and slimmer than other guys my age. I hope more time in the pool will help me build some muscle. Yeah, I'm on the swim team, so my arms and legs have some great definition, but there's still some work to be done, if ya know what I mean. I'm hoping for a growth spurt pretty soon to give me a few more inches of height, and if I get an inch or two someplace else, I guess I won't complain. Swimming? Its fun, but Michael Phelps doesn't have anything to worry about from me. I won't be setting any records. "How ya coming?" I yelled back toward the bathroom and my wayward brother. "Just brushing my teeth," Robby mumbled, the words barely recognizable through the toothbrush, toothpaste and spit. I grabbed my backpack off my bed and headed toward the door. "I'll tell Max to bring the car around," I hollered, reaching for the knob. "Get your freshman ass downstairs and be at the door in ten minutes!" I warned, using my "member of the crew" voice. "Yes, Sir," Robby said hurriedly as I heard his closet door bang back against the door frame. * * * * Max has been with our family for as long as I can remember. He's part driver, security guard, mechanic, and for years--when Robby and I were growing up--the only guy around to play baseball or basketball with us. Dad never seemed to be home, but Max always was. I guess he's less than thirty. But he looks younger. He's in really great shape. "Robby's running late again," I sighed, climbing into the back seat of the Mercedes. It was an S class; Dad bought a matching pair in black, at $150,000 each. Max laughed. "It's a good thing your father doesn't know how crazy these morning trips to school get." I dug into my back pack for a granola bar. "Yeah, Mr. `always on time' would have a fit." I laughed, thinking about how Dad ran his company and his personal life. Mom was just the opposite. Robby took after her. She was still in bed and wouldn't be up for another few hours. Then she'd be off to shop, get her hair done, or visit friends. Sometimes it felt like she had us just to make nice Christmas cards, you know, Mom, Dad and the kids? Robby finally emerged from the house at a dead run, his hair flying as he tried to straighten his tie, pull his backpack over his shoulder, and tuck in his shirt, all at the same time. I opened the door, and Robby slid in next to me. "Thanks, Max," Robby panted, out of breath from his run. "No problem," Max smiled, and I just rolled my eyes. * * * * The school Trustees had called a parent meeting for the afternoon, so as a result, there weren't any classes after one o'clock. One night I talked to Dad about it. He said the school board was planning to build a new science wing, and were probably going to ask the parents to come up with more money. "Are you going to help out?" I asked, curious about how Dad viewed stuff like that. He paused and got serious. "Yeah, I'm going to help, probably a lot actually. With wealth, comes responsibility." "What do you mean?" "This is a great country. One person with a good idea can do almost anything. Everything you, Robby, your Mom and me have, comes from that." Dad looked at me. "It just wouldn't be right to keep everything for ourselves, we need to give back. I can't think of any better way to spend money than on education. So, yeah we'll help with the new building, and I'll also see that a few kids get scholarships, so they can go to a great school like you guys do." I nodded. Dad had just shown me a side of himself I didn't get too see very often. He really was caring, compassionate, and grateful guy. "Thanks, Dad," I said softly. "I mean it." Dad smiled and went back to his paper. * * * * Like I said earlier, money is no big deal to Dad. Robby and I never gave it a second thought when Dad built on to the house when we were little. Doesn't everyone have an Olympic size pool, tennis court, basketball hoops, pool table, kick ass stereo, and wide screen TV? He didn't like the fact that it gets cold up here in the winter, and he couldn't play tennis or use the pool. So, he put a roof over it all, so we could use it year round. I was watching Robby dive off the board into our pool one evening, when Tommy Jenkins walked in. "Max let me in." Tommy had been having some trouble with Gregg Patterson, a guy who had tried to get into The Crew two years ago, but was washed out when everyone came to see him for the arrogant son of a bitch that he was. Tommy asked if he could come over and talk to me about it. I said sure, why not. Robby broke the surface and spit out some water. Tommy grinned, showing his dimples. "Hey, Tommy!" Robby laughed and swam to the edge of the pool. Robby had on his tight red Speedo, which barely covered his junk. His ass crack was peeking out the back. "Hey," Tommy said back, "I'm here to talk to Jake for a few minutes." "Excellent!" Robby laughed. I nodded to Tommy and we headed outdoors. Tommy told me that Gregg had been hassling him every morning, demanding that he steal medicine from his mom. Tommy's mom was pretty sick and used a lot of prescription narcotics to ease her pain. If Tommy refused, Gregg had threatened to tell his folks everything that he had been doing with members of the crew. "Do you really want mommy to find out you're a little cocksucker?" Gregg had taunted. Tommy's brother had been in the Crew, but his mom and dad never knew what he had gone through. Tommy didn't want them to know either. I reassured Tommy that the Crew would take care of things, but that at least for a few more days he better go along. "Then the little fuckwad will get what's coming to him," I said softly, and Tommy grinned. After maybe fifteen minutes we came back in and Robby was still in the pool. "Thanks, Jake," Tommy said softly, "I really appreciate your help." "That bastard is going to be real sorry he messed with one of our recruits," I said. "Don't worry about it anymore." "Robby's so lucky to have a brother like you." I was wasn't sure what to say, but then we were interrupted by Robby crawling out of the pool, running for the diving board and yelling, "So drop `em, and get wet." Tommy laughed. "I don't have a suit," "You can use one of mine," Tommy hesitated for a moment; I nodded in the direction of the changing rooms. He shrugged and headed that way. A few minutes later, he was back, having found one of Robby's spares, only this one was black. Ten seconds later he was diving off the side. I looked at Tommy's sleek body. His blond hair became a tangled mess when it got wet, and he kept having to push it away from his eyes. He and his folks had spent part of the summer in the south of France, and apparently he'd gotten some sun. His tan was perfect. When he bent over, his ass crack also peeked out, but it was totally white in contrast to the soft brown of his tan. "Jake," Tommy yelled as he ran around the side of the pool to the board, "Come play with us!" He laughed and flashed me that smile again. Robby climbed out of the pool and hurried around to get back with Tommy. He giggled and playfully grabbed for Tommy's ass. Tommy squealed like a little girl, and dove into the pool. "No running by the pool!" I yelled. But then thought, "What the fuck," and climbed out of the lounge chair. I pulled my T-Shirt over my head, kicked off my flip flops and dropped my shorts. I didn't have my suit on, so I just dove in wearing my boxers. I thought it would be alright, but I guess the elastic wasn't strong enough, because as I came to the surface, I realized I was bare ass. My boxers were gone. Robby laughed and pointed. Tommy also laughed. I flipped them both my middle finger, then I too laughed. Robby was on the board ready to dive again, and with a giggle, he pulled down his suit, turned around, and mooned me. Tommy grinned and did the same. I had two fourteen year old butts staring me in the face. "Okay," I grinned, "If that's the way it's going to be, this pool is now clothing optional!" The guys laughed and eagerly tossed their suits aside. We played for maybe an hour, tossing a ball into a floating target, diving, racing laps, retrieving things from the bottom, and whatever else we could think of to have a good time. There was a little grab ass here and there, and I noticed Tommy brushed up against me a few times. I didn't pay too much attention, but it struck me as a little odd. After a while, we were exhausted. We wrapped in towels and sat by the kitchenette. I turned on the pizza oven and Robby got us all sodas. Taking a drink, Tommy asked Robby, "Did you do your geometry homework?" "Nah, not yet," "It's easy, want me to help?" "Sure, that'd be great," Robby said, grateful for the chance to get out of something. "Make sure all you do is help," I teased. "Robby needs to do his own work!" Robby looked at me with a frown, stuck out his tongue, and then smiled. We sat and talked while the pizza cooked. Tommy was wearing a white shell necklace against his tanned chest. Combine that with his smile, dimples, and blond hair, he would definitely stand out in a crowd. Some people are like that. After eating the pizza, which was great, even if I do say so myself, the two younger guys grabbed their clothes and headed to Robby's room. I closed my eyes, lay back down on the lounge chair and relaxed. I felt horny, so I loosened the towel that was around my waist, and slowly felt my chest, dick and nuts. I thought about a video clip that I had seen the night before on a teen sex web site. The girl was gorgeous, with the best looking tits I had ever seen. She had the sweetest pussy, too. I felt myself up and stroked my cock to hardness. I touched each of my balls, gently rolling them over back and forth with my finger tips. Running my hand up and down my shaft, I pulled my foreskin up over the crown of my dick, and then back. It's when I am masturbating that I'm especially glad that I wasn't circumcised. I love the feel of my cock head, hiding and then peeking out of its little hat. My crotch hair is full around my dick and I felt it rub against my hand as I stroked. I let a finger run up and down my crack, just teasing my hole. The movie of the girl getting fucked was clear in my mind as I stroked. As I got further and further into my fantasy, Tommy's white ass and his summer tan, poured in as well. The image of him bent over in the bathroom at school, my cock buried to my balls up his butt, competed with the web site porn. I remembered how hot and tight his hole felt on my dick, and the incredible feeling I got when I finally came, giving him a cum enema. "Ugh," I moaned as my dick swelled even more, and I felt the good feelings start to build. I thought of Tommy's tight ass gripping my cock, and how he had pushed back onto my dick, taking me as far up his butt as we could manage. "Yeah, Tommy" I grunted, recreating the hot scene in my mind, "take my dick, man," I moaned as I stroked faster and faster. My breathing became shallow. I strained every muscle, trying to get there, trying to get off. Then I felt something wet and warm on the end of my dick. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Tommy on his knees between my legs. His mouth covered half the length of my dick. He gave it a long lick from the base to the knob. He looked up, his lips kissing my knob, before taking my shaft down his throat again. He pulled back and sucked on the head of my cock. I lifted my hips and thrust my cock further into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around mine, both of us jacking me off. His tongue worked over the spongy head, and then washed my pee slit. He then sucked down it again. Holding my dick in his mouth, he bobbed up and down a couple of times. That was all I needed. "Gonna do it," I moaned softly, thrusting my dick up into the kid's mouth. He gagged; I guess I had pushed it too far. At the last moment, he pulled off and I blasted my load. Three rounds of juice shot out of me in long streaks up into the air, landing high on my chest. One streak caught Tommy under the chin and spattered his face. "Oh, Jesus" I grunted as Tommy pulled fast and hard on my dick, trying to milk every drop of sperm from my balls. His hand, wet and messy from my orgasm, slowed, and finally stopped. I closed my eyes; the image of Tommy's face streaked with cum was still vivid. Gradually I came down from my high. "Fuck, what just happened?" I thought to myself, slowly opening my eyes to stare at Tommy and see the mess I had just made. I took a few more breaths and then spoke. "Where did you come from?" "I came to get my cell phone. I left it down here when I went to Robby's room." I smiled. "Well, did you find what you were looking for?" Tommy grinned and blushed, "Yup," I laughed. * * * * The next day I spoke to Chip about what Tommy was going through, and he agreed that the Crew couldn't let Gregg mess with one of our guys like that. He said he'd get to work on it. I had an idea about how The Crew could get back at Greg; Chip mulled it over, smiled, and agreed. * * * * Our school doesn't have enough kids to field two levels of soccer, so we combine the JV with the Varsity, and just have one squad. Being freshmen, Robby, Tommy, and Aiden Jacobson are new to the school team, but had been playing on a community traveling team for years. The second game of the season was a home game, so probably half the school showed up to support the guys. Aiden is a real stand out player at forward, and has one of the highest percentages of shots on goal, and actual goals scored, of any of our players. Robby and Tommy were on the sidelines while our coach played the older guys. The only freshman on the field was Aiden. "Damn, Aiden's really good," Ryan Sorenson said to me as we watched the game from the stands. "Yeah, he's fast, accurate, and he can fake a defender out of his shoes." I laughed. "He's also got a great ass!" Ryan whispered with a quick look around to see if anyone could hear. I laughed. "Yeah, I've been there!" The game stayed tied until the very end, when there was a breakaway from the other team. The quick shot bounced off our goalies foot and accidentally went in. The game ended with the other guys up by one. I watched all the guys line up, then walk past each other, hand out, congratulating each player for a game well played. After Ryan's comment about Aiden's ass, I couldn't stop myself from looking at his rear end as he walked down the line. The soccer shorts, knee-high socks and jersey, along with his longer hair, gave him a girlish look that I kind of liked. In fact from the back like that, he looked a lot like a girl. My dick fattened up a little as I thought about how tight his hole had been. "I got to go," I said quickly to Ryan and stood. He saw where I was looking and smiled. "Say hi to Aiden for me," he laughed. I grinned. Robby and Tommy only played about four minutes each, but they were still excited to have played at all. "Did you see me?" Robby grinned as he ran up to me. "Yeah, you did great!" I said with a smile. Tommy smiled at me from across the field. I nodded back. I looked back at Robby. "I'm going to ask Aiden to stop by the house for a few minutes. Crew business." His face fell. "Yeah, whatever," he said sadly. I felt him distance himself from me. "Wait until you get in," I said trying to explain, "Then we'll see if you act the same way when you want to invite a guy over." Robby turned away without replying. * * * * I undid my zipper and pushed both my jeans and boxers down over my ass. Aiden was standing in the center of my room, still in his soccer gear. "Lock the door and get me hard," I said softly. Aiden nodded and went to the door. Coming back, he knelt in front of me and gently stroked my dick. He lightly licked the head a few times, before sucking it. He was a bit tentative, and I could see he was still pretty new to stuff like this. "You like dick?" I whispered, as Aiden closed his eyes and almost gagged when he tried to suck me deeper into his mouth. He pulled my cock out and looked up. "Does it matter?" he asked softly. "No, I just wondered," Aiden looked as if he was trying to decide how to answer my question. "I don't like it in my mouth," he said looking down, "But, getting it in the butt once and a while is kind of fun," he blushed. "Okay then. Up the ass it is." I nodded in the direction of my desk. "Bend over." Aiden got to his feet and put both hands on the desk top. I came up behind him and felt up his rear end. The silky feel of the soccer shorts was a definite turn on. I pulled the elastic waistband down in back, and the kids' soft butt cheeks appeared, the white straps of his jock framing the soft globes. I pushed his shorts to the floor, and grabbed a cheek in each hand. Aiden made a little sound like a kitten. I then reached past him to pick up a tube of lube, and handed it to him. "Grease your hole," I whispered, slowly running my hands up and down his ass. I pulled at his jock, reached around front and pawed his basket, feeling him get hard. The pouch bulged, but still held his stuff tight. Aiden squirted some lube on his fingers. I watched as he put one up his ass, twisted it around, and then added the second. He pulled out, squeezed out some more gel, and went back to stretch some more. He then reached back between his legs, took hold of my cock and greased me up. "Okay," he said softly and lay his chest down on the desk, stuck his ass out, and spread his legs. I rested my hands on his shoulders and slid my dick forward. My cock head pushed against his entrance, but wouldn't go in. He wiggled his ass, and I pushed again, but still no luck. I wrapped my right hand around the base of my dick and stuck the middle finger of my left hand up the kid's butt. I twisted my finger around, trying to loosen him up. I finally shoved it deeper, and held it there as I put my cock head alongside my finger. I pushed my cock in while pulling my finger out. This allowed the head to gain entry. "Oh, oh," Aiden whined, trying to crawl away from me, clearly in pain. "Too big?" I grunted, as I pushed a little deeper. "Oh, take it out! Please!" "You really want me to pull out?" the threat of dropping out as a recruit, and not being in The Crew clearly in my voice. "I'm sorry." I pulled out. Aiden whimpered, lifted himself off the desk and wrapped his arms around me. Trembling, he kept repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I rubbed his back to try and sooth him. After a few moments, he appeared to relax a little. "Can we try again? Just go slow, please?" he asked, turning his tear stained face up to me. He looked like a girl with his long lashes, deep eyes, and soft features; I almost bent down to kiss him. "You must really want to get in the Crew," I said, positioning him back at the desk. "Yeah," Aiden whined, "I really want to be one of you guys." Slowly I managed to get back inside him. "Still want this?" I said, pushing my dick further into his ass, not knowing if I could pull out again if he asked. "Yeah," Aiden whined, "I want you to fuck me." "Alright, here it comes." I grunted and then pulled back, and fucked back in. Aiden spread his legs, I assume in the hope that it would help him take my seven inches more easily. I pumped a little faster, grabbing his shoulders again as I pulled myself into his guts. My cock penetrated his tight hole and slid deep up his ass. "Fuck, you're just as tight as the first time I fucked you," I moaned, screwing my cock left and then right. Aiden rested his head on my desk as I continued to pound him. Little squishing sounds coming from his ass each time I thrust into him. "Oh," Aiden moaned, this time not in pain, but with a hint of passion. I slowed down, pulled all the way out of his butt, and then went back in. Then I took long slow strokes, mixing things up a bit. The kid was getting into now. He was responding. Aiden whimpered, and started pushing his ass back onto my dick. "Yeah, Fuck me," he begged softly as I slid balls deep into him again and again. "Do it," he whined. The soccer gear, his cute freshman face, his tight hole, long hair, all came together in my mind as one erotic picture. He really did look like a girl, and I love fucking girls. My nuts responded, and I felt the familiar tingle begin to build. The magic was about to happen. "Gonna cum," I moaned. Aiden whimpered. "Yeah, fill my ass," He begged, and pushed back to take more of me. I grabbed him by the waist and fucked him fast and furious. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned as I felt my dick jerk and my cream spurt deep into his hole. Aiden had grabbed his own dick and pulled it furiously as I did him. He grunted and his eyes closed as he released his own load, his jizz squirting onto the top of my desk. I held myself deep inside him for a moment, and then slowly pulled out, satisfied and drained. "You have the tightest ass I have ever fucked," I finally managed to say, stepping back. Aiden, still bent over my desk, looked back at me. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered. He slowly stood up. "The bathroom is over there," I nodded. I knew he must need it as hard as I had pounded him. Aiden pulled up his shorts and headed in that direction. I called Max on my cell and asked him to get ready to give Aiden a ride home. He told me he'd bring the car around. Aiden gave me a sheepish grin as he came back out of the bathroom. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" He asked softly. "No, I'm good." I smiled. "Thanks, um, for being patient with me. I haven't had very many guys up there, and you're kind of big." "It's okay." I smiled. Aiden blushed. "Robby asked if you had a good time," He giggled, glancing in the direction of the bathroom. Robby's room was right beyond that. "He did?" I laughed. "I guess he can hear what goes on in here," Aiden blushed again. "Max is waiting," I laughed, "I'll see you in school." Aiden smiled and left. * * * * Late that same night Robby came to my room and flopped down on my bed. I was just finishing some reading. "Well?" Robby asked. "Well what?" I asked, wondering if Robby was still mad at me. "Did you and Aiden have a good time?" "None of your damn business," I said playfully. "Recruits talk, ya know!" "Yeah, I've been a recruit, I know what goes on." Robby rolled closer to me. "So, what do they say about me?" I asked, turning toward him. Robby turned his head as if wondering if he should tell me. "That you're one of the nicer guys. Aiden really appreciated the fact that you didn't tear him a new one! Most of the guys say that your dick leaves their ass sore for days." He laughed, "Oh, and Tommy thinks you're pretty cool, in fact he told me last week that he's got a crush on you." "Really?" that honestly surprised me. Tommy was a cute kid. I kinda felt sorry for him, what with the bullying and everything. I guess I felt protective toward him, but I had no idea he had a crush on me. We were both quiet for a couple of minutes. "Jake?" "Yeah," "I'm glad the guys like you." "Yeah, me too." Robby snuggled a little closer to me, "You're not too bad for a straight guy." I grinned, "And you're not too bad for a bratty little brother." We both laughed. Robby looked at me briefly, and then apparently making up his mind, leaned over and kissed me gently. I looked him in the eyes and tried to figure out what he was thinking. I didn't have to wait long. "Jake?" he whispered. "Uh huh?" Robby dropped his gaze again. "You've fucked Tommy and Aiden, plus the other two recruits, right?" "Uh, yeah." "But you've never once tried to fuck me." "You're my brother." I said as if that would explain it. We stared at one another for one long minute, and then he leaned in again. This time when we kissed, he didn't kiss me like a brother. * * * * Feel free to write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with suggestions, story ideas, and encouragement. Thanks, Jon.