Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 09:29:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby Joins the Crew-7

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Robby Joins the Crew -- 7

A little more than two weeks had gone by since Ian's stay in the
hospital. He had been sent to a private counseling center in southern
California where his mother met him, got him settled, and then promptly
left for another leg of her charity tour. Obviously she'd never learned the
phrase, "Charity begins at home."

Ian told me the staff were excellent, and I got the impression they were
used to high profile kids getting this kind of neglect from their wealthy
parents. But that didn't make it any easier. He was three thousand miles
from home and alone, again. In the end, Ian told me he had learned a lot
about himself, about his parents, and how to cope with his dysfunctional
family.

St. Adrian's excels at taking the difficult, and passing it off as the
ordinary. So, Ian's return to school was decidedly low key and a
non-event. I like to think that Chip and I, and our work with the Crew, had
something to do with making it easier for him. But I wondered if the rest
of the kids at school had simply moved on to something else, and just
didn't give a damn.

"How's Ian doing?" Chip asked as we walked down the hall toward chemistry
class.

"Okay, as far as I can tell."

"Some of the guys are saying that they feel a little uncomfortable asking
him to do stuff," Chip said softly, looking around to see if anyone was
near.

"That's bullshit!" I said with a little attitude. "We can't let the guys
shy away from him, it's important to show him that nothing's changed. We
have to make sure he feels that things are normal around here."

Chip nodded, "I'll get on it."

* * * *

It wasn't until the next day that I bumped into Ian. I was coming out of
the Crew meeting room in the corner of the library, and Ian was returning a
book at the front desk.

"Grey," I said softly, not wanting to disturb those studying, "you're
getting behind in your math!"

Ian glanced at me and started to grin, but then saw my stern look, and
wiped the smile off his face. "Yes, Sir.

"Tutoring starts again tomorrow."

Ian nodded. He looked down, a touch of sadness on his face.

"You didn't think that little stunt of yours was going to get you a free
ride, did you?" I chuckled as I walked past him.

Ian saw my smile and broke into a grin. "No, Sir."

"Damn right," I said, and winked. "Oh and you better be ready for that
quiz."

Ian got a puzzled look on his face, and then after a moment, the light came
on. "Oh ya," he whispered. "I only finished my oral exams." He giggled.

"Seven, tomorrow night, my place!" I ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Ian grinned. "I'll be ready."

* * * *

The small war between Gregg Patterson and the Crew had ended when Gregg had
agreed to leave our recruit Tommy Jenkins alone. He had been trying to
extort drugs from Tommy, in exchange for silence about what the guys on the
Crew were doing. Tommy either had to steal drugs from his sick Mom, or risk
being outed by Gregg. The Crew had set things right, and Gregg had backed
off.

I saw Gregg from time to time, either in the hall or in class, but we
rarely spoke. There was a truce, but certainly no friendship between
us. So, it was surprising when Gregg came up to me after history class.

"Hartwell," he said in greeting.

"Patterson."

"I, uh, just wanted to say I guess I should have taken your advice."

"What advice?"

"You said I should get some help, you know, for my problem!"

"Oh yeah."

"I got busted last night. I was arrested for possession."

I blinked, "Shit," I whispered, "Did they put you in jail?"

"Yeah," Gregg said softly, clearly embarrassed.

"My dad's lawyer says it's going to be okay, he can get me off with
probation. But I might lose the summer intern thing with the Senator."

"Sorry, man."

"I just wanted you to know, I still have that card you gave me, the one
with the guy's name on it, ya know...for treatment?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to make the call."

I nodded. "Let me know how I can help," I said, holding out my hand.

Gregg looked at it for a moment, held out his, and we shook.

"Thanks, man."

I nodded.

* * * *

The halls were crowded as I made my way from History towards Civics
class. The sea of school uniforms had the desired effect, and individual
persons blended into what seemed a mass of kids. As time went on, you
learned to look at the kid and not the clothes they were wearing. It sort
of evened the playing field, I guess.

One stand out however was Mark Danielson. Not only was this because of his
large and fluffy size, but also his bright personality. He was quickly
gaining a reputation as the freshman class clown. Though I say that in a
good way. His quick mind, curiosity, and playfulness, gave him a
combination that allowed him to make a quick joke and become the life of
the party. But he did it with style.

So I wasn't surprised when I saw a small crowd gathered near some lockers
on the third floor, with Mark at its center. He was clearly in the middle
of a story, and all the guys were laughing.

"Danielson," I called out as I walked by, not bothering to stop. "How are
your grades in algebra?"

Mark paused his storytelling and looked my way. "Straight A's, Sir" he
grinned.

"I may need you to help tutor a kid," I said, pushing past a couple of guys
and heading for the stairs.

"Yes, Sir, happy to help out!" Mark smiled.

I nodded and grinned. "I'll let you know for sure," I said as I headed
down. "Oh, and maybe you can teach me how to whoop some ass on that new
video game that just came out!" I shouted.

Mark nodded. The crowd that was gathered around him glanced at me. I knew
that those few words had just raised Mark's rep big time. A member of the
Crew had asked for his help. It would be around school within an hour.

* * * *

Nearly every night for the last two weeks, Robby had been coming to my
room. That isn't so unusual I guess for brothers. What made this different
was that his excuses for being there were getting wackier by the day.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" Robby asked, walking in without knocking, as
usual.

"What the fuck?" I laughed, "You've got a hundred of them in your desk
drawer. I saw them last week."

"I know, but I want one of yours."

I turned to look at Robby and he blushed, he knew he was busted.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said softly, looking him straight in the
eyes. "Something's going on."

Robby looked down, shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and
finally answered. "I don't get to see you much at school. The other guys
see you way more than I do."

"Are you jealous?" I grinned, thinking his explanation sounded silly.

"Maybe a little," Robby whispered with a blush, and looked down again.

It was then that I realized what was going on. This was serious. "Are you
afraid I'm going to like one of them more than you?" I asked softly.

Robby apparently couldn't bring himself to answer, but he did nod his head
just a tiny bit.

"Come here."

Robby walked over and I held out my arms. I pulled him to my chest and
hugged him close.

"You're my brother," I whispered in his ear. "I'm always going to love
you."

Robby squeezed me. "Promise?" he said with a sniff.

"Promise!"

I suppose in some ways the timing couldn't have been worse. Just as Robby
and I were finishing our hug, there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. We
both looked over, and Ian was standing there, books in hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said quietly.

Robby looked at me.

"Tutoring!" I said firmly.

Robby nodded.

"How about if I ask Dad if we can go into the city this weekend? Just the
two of us," I said, still holding Robby close.

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely!"

"That'd be awesome!" Robby said with a grin.

I smiled, "It's a deal, then."

Robby giggled. "Thanks, Jake."

I gave him another quick hug. "Now get your ass out of here, I have work to
do."

Robby smiled, "Yes, Sir." Turning to Ian, he laughed, "He's all yours," and
headed back to his room.

* * * *

Ian and I focused on math for about an hour and a half. He was making
progress, and I was pleased to see that he was really trying. We were
nearing the end, when Robby showed up again.

"Oh, sorry, I thought maybe Ian had gone home already."

I could see from the look on Robby's face that he was sincere, and hadn't
been trying to check up on us. I also noticed there was a decided bulge in
the crotch of his jeans.

I couldn't help but smile. I made a guess about what Robby had on his mind.

"Grey," I said, putting on my member of the Crew voice, "Hartwell has a
boner!" nodding in Robby's direction. "What are we gonna do about that!"

Ian looked at me and slowly grinned. "Whatever you say, Sir."

"I say I think I want to see you lick his ass."

Robby seemed stunned, "Jake, I, uh..."

"Hartwell, get naked."

Robby stared at me for a moment, "Yes, Sir," he finally said with a giggle.

"You, too," I said, turning to Ian.

In a matter of seconds, both recruits were standing by my bed, naked, and
waiting to be told what to do.

"Hartwell, end of the bed, face down, ass up." I nodded at the bed, and
Robby quickly complied.

"Grey, on your knees and lick his ass."

Ian hesitated for only a moment, then got down, parted Robby's butt cheeks
and stuck his tongue into his crack. Robby groaned almost from the first
lick. Each time Ian came close to his asshole, Robby squirmed and about
went nuts.

"Oh yeah, lick it," Robby moaned as Ian swirled his tongue around the
outside of Robby's ring, and then flicked at the center. Robby made a
little squeak when Ian curled his tongue and poked it up his butt. Robby is
never happier than when his ass is being played with, and, at that moment,
he was one very happy boy!

I watched the two horny fourteen year olds and couldn't help but get
hard. I slowly pulled my T over my head, undid my belt, unbuttoned my
jeans, and pushed my pants and underwear to the floor. The only thing left
was my socks. I pulled those off and tossed them in a corner. As Robby's
moans filled the room, I walked to my dresser and opened the top drawer. I
picked up the lube and headed back to where the boy's were still busy.

"It's time for your quiz," I said gently as Ian paused and looked over his
shoulder at me.

He smiled.

I lubed my cock and then nudged the back of Ian's head, pushing his face
back down between my brother's butt cheeks.

"Keep munching."

I squirted some lube on my fingers, parted his butt cheeks, and gently
applied it to Ian's hole. I slipped a finger into him and gave it a twist,
adding a last bit of lube for good measure.

Ian grunted, arched his back and spread his legs as I knelt behind him and
slowly inserted my dick into his ass.

"Ugh," he moaned as I pushed my cock, inch by slow inch, all the way into
his rear end with one long thrust.

"Are you getting fucked?" Robby grunted as Ian momentarily stopped his
tongue action to moan again.

"Yeah," Ian whimpered, "Your brother's shoving a telephone pole up my ass."

Robby wiggled his butt urging Ian to start licking him again, "stick your
finger in me," he whined, apparently wanting to be fucked himself.

Ian slipped a finger into his mouth, wet it thoroughly, and then centered
it on Robby's hole. Between the tongue washing and the extra spit, his
finger seemed to have no trouble getting inside.

"Oh, yeah," Robby moaned, as I watched Ian's finger disappear up Robby's
rear end. "Fuck me with it."

Ian went to work fucking Robby, while I continued pounding his ass.

I slammed my dick into the kid's hole and watched as he fingered my
brother, the whole scene turning me on more and more. Once or twice Ian had
to wet his finger again so he could keep at it. Watching him suck on a
finger that had just been up my brother's butt was really hot.

Ian's ass was tight, warm, and inviting. He was right, his ass was even
better than his mouth.

The sounds of teen fucking filled the room, and the unmistakable smells of
horny boys joined them.

Robby pulled his knees under him and bent head down, ass up while Ian
continued to dig in his hole. Robby grabbed his dick and started to jerk
himself. The closer Robby got to cumming, I did, too. I wanted to shoot my
load into Ian's butt at the same time that Robby shot his onto the bed.

A few minutes later, we were both there.

"Oh," Robby grunted, pulling faster on his cock as he pushed his butt back
at Ian. I knew from the sound of his voice that he was squirting.

That put me over the edge, and I enthusiastically unloaded up Ian's ass.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, emptying my balls into Ian's rectum. "Take my cum!"

I felt my nuts force their cream up my shaft and out the end of my dick. I
fucked Ian's ass hard, pumping out my jizz in long squirts. I continued to
fuck into him until my balls were completely drained.

The grunts and groans slowly faded as both Robby and I came down.

I held Ian by the waist and stayed up his ass as long as I could, but then
eventually had to pull out.

"God, you're a great little fuck!" I whispered, exiting his ass. My dick
drooped down, a few drops of cum falling to the floor.

Ian looked back at me with a silly grin, "thanks," he said with a blush.

Robby crawled forward and then rolled onto his back. "God, Ian, you must be
amazing!" he said in admiration, "Jake has pounded a lot of ass with that
monster cock of his," he giggled, "If he says you're a great fuck, you must
be incredible!"

Both Ian and I laughed.

After the laughter died down, I glanced at Ian and saw his dick was still
hard. I looked at Robby, and he had seen it too, "Hartwell, go suck the cum
out of that thing."

Robby smiled, "Yes, Sir."

He crawled off the bed and got down between Ian's legs. It wasn't long
before Robby's talented mouth had worked its magic, and Ian was
grunting. Ian held tight to Robby's head as he came and Robby sucked and
swallowed as fast as Ian shot his stuff into his mouth. I was actually
proud of how good a little cocksucker my brother Robby had become. When Ian
was done, Robby licked his dick clean. There were smiles on both their
faces.

A bit later, I sent Ian home and Robby back to his room.

* * * *

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when Robby paused at the
door; I had heard the toilet flush and assumed he had been getting ready
for bed himself.

"Jake?" Robby asked very, very softly.

"Did you mean what you said? About us being brothers and all?"

"Yeah, I really did." I looked at Robby and smiled, "I'll always love you."

"So, are we boyfriends now?" Robby grinned.

I laughed. "Get some sleep!"

"Are you still taking me into the city?" Robby asked, biting his lip.

"I promised, and a member of the Crew always does what they promise! New
York won't be the same after we get there!"

Robby smiled.

"Besides," I said with a grin. "We could use some time to ourselves."

"How about starting right now?" Robby whispered.

I saw the silly grin on his face. I pulled the covers back and Robby
crawled into bed with me. "Don't get any ideas!" I laughed, "We both have
school in the morning."

Robby pouted and gave me a little frown. "That's no way to treat your
brother," he teased playfully.

I rolled over, grabbed for his tummy, and started to tickle. "Like this
better?"  I laughed.

Robby rolled around giggling, laughing, and trying to push me off. "Stop,
stop!" he grinned.

I stopped, gave him a tender look, and then a long romantic kiss.


* * * *


Dad was in the pool area when I decided to ask him for permission to take
Robby into New York. He gave me the once over, sizing me up like he always
did.

"That's kind of an unusual request."

"Yeah, but Robby and I haven't had much time together since summer," I knew
it sounded lame, but hoped Dad would buy it.

He toweled himself dry and sat down at one of the poolside tables. "Robby's
being recruited," He said simply, never taking his eyes off me.

We had never talked about the Crew, even though we each wore a ring that
was easily identified.

"How did you know?" I asked softly.

"I didn't, but I know how things work, and once you got your ring, I
assumed Robby would be next," Dad said with a very small smile.

"Is it okay if we don't talk about it?" I said, way too embarrassed to even
think about what my Dad might ask.

Dad nodded. "It's school business," he chuckled, "but I was thinking, for a
gay guy like your brother, it must be a little like a kid in a candy
store."

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, he's not having any trouble at all
fitting in."

Dad gave me a serious look. "It's your job to take care of him, keep him
safe."

"Yes, Sir." I knew he was telling me that he didn't want the Crew taking
advantage of Robby.

Dad nodded.

"The city?" I asked gently.

"Okay, but Max goes with you; my boys aren't going to be wandering around
New York without someone with them. You can stay at the Plaza."

"Thanks, Dad," I smiled.

"And, I don't need to know anything more," Dad smiled back.


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