Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 10:40:46 -0500 From: Z McGuire Subject: That Unspoken Bond - Part 2 That Unspoken Bond - Part 2 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peek 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 Now back to the hot action... Taking a deep breath and trying to settle my nerves, I opened my eyes. It took a second for the image to register in my mind, but when it did... I gasped. I hadn't really given much thought to what kind of poses I might see next, but... well... THIS was not one I was expecting. Something else I wasn't expecting? The sudden stirring I felt in my shorts as I gazed at the picture before me. I shifted slightly, dismissing it as nerves as I gazed at the phone on the screen. The risque factor had definitely been amped up for this shot. Sage was wearing a leather harness across his chest, which led down to a steel cockring fastened tightly around his obscenely hard cock. He was leaning back, his body glistening with sweat, one hand wrapped tightly around his stiff dick, the other viciously pinching his right nipple. There was a look of pure pleasure on his face; his eyes were closed, his mouth hung slack and his head was leaning slightly backward. Again, I found myself admiring the quality of the photograph. Although it was clearly far more sexual than the ones I'd seen previously, it was still very well lit and set, with a professional gloss. I found myself poring over every detail; the way Sage's five o-clock shadow led down to the soft downy fur across his tanned chest; the way his muscles seemed to gleam against the flash of the picture; the strength in his grip around his dick, the way his nuts looked stretched to the point of bursting thanks to the cockring. And they were shaved! I mean, I did some maintenance here and there, but Sage had shaved them completely smooth for this set. I had to admit, it was impressive. But more than anything else, what struck me about the picture was how natural he way; he looked fully at ease, in his element. He was made for modelling. And, again, I couldn't help but wonder if I would look as... well... good, doing the same thing. I swallowed hard and unconsciously reached down to my crotch. I was shocked to discover my own dick had reached nearly full capacity, and pondered for a moment why I was having this kind of reaction. But before I could really consider it, another thought entered my mind; how did I stack up compared to my twin? I slid out of bed and walked over to the full length mirror on the back of my closet. Switching on a bright light, I held the phone up to the mirror and compared my body to Sage's. Unbuttoning my shirt, I let my hands explore the curves of my own muscled chest, feeling the soft fur beneath my fingertips. I gently tugged on my nipple, as Sage was doing in the pic and was surprised to feel a gentle electric charge flow through my body. Wow! I had never really thought of my nipples as an erogenous zone before, but clearly Sage had! And I had to admit, it felt really good. I pulled the drawstring around my sweatpants and noticed as the bulge in my pants pulsed slightly against the formfitting gray cotton. Letting them fall to the floor, I stood there in my silk boxers, admiring my form. Glancing back and forth between my reflection and the picture of Sage on the phone, I felt a pang of jealousy; while our bodies were definitely comparable, he had something unique about him. A confidence, a security, that I guess I didn't have. I tugged my shorts down and let them fall to my ankles, letting my own swollen cock out to breathe. Unlike the picture of Sage, my own dick still had a thick patch of fur around it and my nuts, looser and fuller than his, had some dusty blond hairs on them. I gently wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and under my balls, simulating a cockring, and was impressed at the result. Like my brother, my cock responded to the pressure, filling up with blood, the veins bulging on either side of the shaft. It stood thicker and taller and nearly as long as Sage. I smiled slightly in satisfaction that I might actually have an edge on him when it came to size. My curiosity satisfied, I turned away from the mirror and began walking back to my bed. As I did, I gently tapped the touch screen again, finding that my nerves had calmed down. The pic of Sage in leather flipped to a close-up of his cock, and the satisfaction I'd just felt slipped away. If it was possible, his dick was even BIGGER in this pic, and the head was coated in a thick dollop of precum. Gazing down at my own cock, I wondered if I, too would gain some length with a cockring and some viagra. I'd have to make a point of trying that out, first chance I got. Throwing myself on the bed, I touched the screen one more time. The photo label at the top indicated that this was the last pic in the series, so I was curious to see what else there was to see. I caught my breath as the final image slid into place. It was another wide angle shot, but Sage was completely nude; no leather, no cockring. He was flat on his back on a leather sofa, his mid-section thrust into the air, his cock firm and in his hand. A look of intense concentration was on his reddened face, and the camera caught a stream of creamy white semen in mid-shot flying out of his cock. It must have been one of a series of shots because his fuzzy chest was already coated with ribbons of sticky cum. "Holy fuck," I gasped, gazing at the image. I had never seen my brother in that kind of situation before; I mean, heck, I knew he jerked off, what guy didn't? And when we were kids, I always knew when he was taking an extra long shower, but the idea of actually SEEING him doing it never crossed my mind. I felt my hard cock twitching and when I looked down, I noticed a drop of precum had formed on the head. "What the fuck is going on?" I wondered, as I wrapped my hand around my dick and slowly started stroking. "Why is this making me hard?" I bit my lip as I gazed at the picture and wondered what thoughts were going through Sage's head as he was cumming. Was he thinking about the last chick he banged? Was he turned on by the idea of Drew standing a few feet from him snapping pictures? Was that it, was it the raw exhibitionism of it all? The question entered my mind; was I getting turned on because he looked so much like myself? Was this all just an exercise in narcisism? I mean, I admit, I've often enjoyed posing in front of a mirror, especially after a workout, and I've found that I sometimes get a little stiff while doing that. It HAD to be that. I had never once even considered looking at another man, but here I was, clearly turned on by the picture of my brother shooting his hot seed across his muscled chest. "Fuck," I gasped, working my dick. "I can't believe how turned on I am!" I imagined myself standing there, across from Sage, watching him writhing on that couch, slamming his hand up and down his hard shaft. I wondered if he, too, bit his lip as he concentrated on working out a thick load. I wondered if, like me, he got an intense satisfaction out of feeling his cum slap across his chest in thick splats, trying hard to coax every last drop out of his balls. "Oh my god," I whispered, staring at the phone. "Oh, yeah, Sage, jack that big cock, bro... jerk it off for me..." I felt my face redden in embarrassment as the words left my lips, but I couldn't stop myself. I thought about what he had said, how these were just pictures, but that he'd been offered a chance to make a video as well. I found myself wishing I had the video right now, so I could jerk my dick in tandem with my brother, and cum at the exact same time. The idea of the two of us jerking together in unison pushed me over the edge, and I felt my nuts tighten up against the bottom of my hand as I stroked. "Oh fuck, Sage... I'm gonna cum with you, bro... gonna cum all over my chest, just like you..." Lost in raw sexual passion, I squeezed the phone tightly in my hand and shut my eyes as the orgasm washed over my body. I felt shot after shot of cum fire out of my dick, coating my chest and chin. "FUCK!" I growled, unleashing my load. I realized my cock as the wave passed and looked at my hand, coated in foamy seed. Breathing heavily, I began to lick the cum from my fingers, a habit I'd picked up as a teenage, but one I only indulged in when I was alone (it had grossed out Molly.) Feeling the saltiness on my tongue made me moan in pleasure as I swallowed it. I was reaching down to scoop it off my chest when I heard a noise coming from the phone. "Hello? Hello?" "Oh shit," I whispered holding the phone up. In the moment, I must have pressed the redial button, calling Sage's house phone. "Um... hello?" I said into the phone, feeling flushed with shame. "Seth? What's going on? Did you butt dial me or something?" He laughed gently. "Sounded like you were angry or something, who were you cursing at?" "Um... hey... Sage... um, sorry about that," I stammered, trying to catch my breath. "I was, uh, just calling you back and I dropped the phone and I, uh..." "Aw man, you didn't break it did you? That thing is brand fucking new. I knew I should have gotten that clear coat..." "No, no, man the phone is fine, I'm sorry. It just landed on the bed, so it's fine." "Oh, you are in bed already? Early for you, isn't it, bro?" "Yeah, uh... I was just checking some emails and stuff." "Got it. So what's up, bro?" I gazed down at my dick, still slick and pulsing slightly. If only you knew, I thought. "Um, I just wanted to, uh, to tell you..." "Yeah?" I took a deep breath. Even though the phone call was an accident, I knew what I wanted to say to him. "I think you should do it. The video, I mean. I think you should go ahead and do it." "Really?" I heard a genuine tone of happiness in his voice and I knew it was the right decision. "I mean... that's great, Seth, thank you man. What changed your mind?" "I'm... not really sure. I just think it's something you want to do and it will make you happy and you'll make lots of money doing it, so... go for it." "Thanks bro. I promise you won't regret it. I'll do everything I can to make sure your privacy is protected." "I know you will, Sage." "Fuck, this is great news. I'm going to call Drew and set up the appointment." "Sage... there's one thing, though..." "Uh oh... what's that?" I closed my eyes and chose my words carefully. "I want to... uh... I want to go to the studio. Check things out for myself... you know, make sure it seems professional and stuff." "Oh," he said, seemingly surprised. "You... you sure you want to do that? I mean, I know how... uh... uptight you can be about that kind of stuff." "Right. And that's exactly why I should. I think seeing that it is, in fact, a professionally run business like you say, will help appease the few reservations I have left." "Okay, that sounds fine with me, why don't I set it up with Drew and call you back?" "Sounds good, bro." "Man, Seth... I'm really excited about this. Thanks again, bro." "You got it. Sleep tight, Sage." I clicked off the phone, which returned to the photo album. Once again, I gazed at the shot of Sage shooting his load across his chest and sighed. I didn't quite understand exactly what was happening here, but there was one thing I knew for sure... I wanted to see that happen FOR REAL. TO BE CONTINUED...