Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2022 01:19:32 +0000 From: Art Subject: The Brothers Grim C-12 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Thanks to the Archivist for the story's title. Thanks to readers who asked for more. Therefore, I continue after not adding to this story for a long time. Remember, this story is fiction. The author does not recommend you try this stuff at home (Unless you absolutely must) Chapter 11 RECAP: The boys have arrived at Pleasure Island where their future includes sex, sun, and fun. Their intent is to take part in a porn production. COMING: The producers have other plans. The Brothers Grim C-12 Finished at the infirmary and heading to the location where the cast meeting was to be held, the three met a young, cute as a button young boy who was handing them sunscreen. "Hey guys. Those pasty bodies you guys have on are going to burn quickly without this." He chuckled at his pasty body humor. "Help each other and make sure all parts of your bodies get some lotion, even those parts that you think may never see the sun." The trio each took a tube. "Let's head for that cabana and do each other." Kray pointed to a platform covered with palm fronds. On the way, they passed two naked boys in an erotic embrace, standing, kissing, and grinding on each other. Closer to their destination, one blond kid, Krew recognized him from the plane, was on his knees sucking a deeply tanned boy. The tanned kid obviously had been on the island awhile, as his tan covered his entire body, even his dangling parts. The youngster's slim hips thrust as he held the dark-skinned youngster's head. As the trio neared, the tanned kid moaned nonstop. Soon they were close enough to hear the tanned kid shout, "Take it. Love it." As he stiffened, his face displayed a mask of passion and pleasure. Hooded eyes stared hungerly at the trio and he licked his lips. Krew felt a surge of passion as he kept his eyes focused on the tanned kid who now stared at him. A tingle in his groin caused him to grab Kray's hand for support. "Shit guys." Trevor said breathlessly. "This place is really Pleasure Island." They reached the cabana, all hard, throbbing, and sexually excited. As they entered, they saw it occupied by Tommy and Thad fucking in a passionate embrace, one so erotic that it left no doubt how much they wanted each other. Their roommates, Parker and Andrew, watched the unfolding scene. Both were holding each other, stroking their shafts. They saw the trio and motioned them over. "You got here at the right time, Trevor. Your brothers are about to cum. Look at them!" Parker stopped as the twins shrieked. Tommy stiffened and unloaded inside his twin as Thad stiffened at the same time and pulled his brother so close, they looked joined. Within seconds, Andrew fell to his knees, taking Parker's cock inside his mouth all the way to his pubes. The trio watched as Parker obviously pumped his juices into Andrew's throat, who responded with a release of his own. Trevor lost all semblance of control. After only three strokes, he erupted with his sperm landing on Andrew's back. Kray and Krew joined, stroking each other quickly to orgasm. Their world finally calmed, and they looked sheepishly at one another. Tommy was first to speak. "Shit. When we were told there was no expectation of privacy, they weren't kidding." Everyone nodded. Trevor looked at both his brothers. "We better get used to being naked and having sex where everyone can see us if they desire." "Let's get that lotion on and get to the meeting." Kray told everyone. "Okay, mister practical." Krew said. The boys had no difficulty covering each other with lotion as a sun protectant. "Trev," Kray griped. "The sun can't shine in my hole, buddy." "Just being sure, Kray." They all trooped to the meeting tent, watching boys of varying ages and colors joining them. Their lack of tans distinguished the newly arrived from the kids who had been on the island longer. The sexual tension in the air was almost palpable. A stage was at the front of the group, with a bed in the middle greeted them as they entered. The camp provided no chairs. The boys chose a spot close to the front. The trio stared expectantly, waiting for something to happen. Soon, an older man led two youngsters, both fully tanned and hard, to the center of the stage. He stood them in front of the bed. As he waited, Kray stared around the room. The boys seemed to be equally split between tanned and non-tanned. He estimated about twenty-five boys were present. The man started. "I am Ryan. These are G and Z. Their real names are not important. They agreed to provide this evening's entertainment for your viewing pleasure. Boys, can you each tell us something about yourselves?" "Like Mr. Ryan said. My name is Z. I have never had sex before. Mr. Ryan rescued me and brought me here to Pleasure Island. Tonight will be the first time that I bottom. I am fourteen, I think. I hope you enjoy watching." "My name is G. Like Z, I never have had sex with a boy or a girl. Like Z, Mr. Ryan helped rescue me. If not for him, I might be dead. I am not sure if I am fourteen or fifteen. This will be the first time I will top. I hope you all enjoy our show." Mr. Ryan began. "G and Z agreed to perform this show for your pleasure. After they finish, ask them questions, or take advantage of the bed in front of the group. Before we begin, the plan this weekend was to shoot a quality gay porn video. All of you will still receive a sum of money as foretold. You will not be actors in a kiddie porn video. My reasons are my own. Sunday night, you off-islanders will be flown to where you boarded the plane. Enjoy all Pleasure Island offers. Have fun, have sex, and stay safe." With that, Mr. Ryan walked from the stage. The house lights dimmed. A bright light illuminated the bed. G and Z began kissing. They started slowly and soon were making out as if they needed each other. Their tanned, naked bodies rubbed against one another. They clasped each other. A microphone caught each moan they made and sent their sounds to the audience. Soon they were on the bed in each other's arms. I stepped behind Kray and pulled him to me. My cock nestled in his crack. The scene on the stage had me becoming interested in what my brother hid between his cheeks. Trevor ignored the action on the stage, instead thrusting himself against Kray's front, kissing him. As the scene on stage progressed, I could see the two youngsters were not presenting a careful love scene. They were quickly becoming lost in lust, if their cries were any sign. Soon, four nude, tanned boys climbed onto the stage, bouncing their hands in the air, encouraging the audience to make noise. The audience began chanting over and over, "Screw him." I started thinking that meant for me to screw Kray. Two stage boys took Z's feet and pulled them to his shoulders, exposing his hole for G. The last two applied lube to G's cock and Z's hole. The crowd's chant became louder and more obscene. Someone pressed a lube tube into my palm. I barely paused as I removed the cap, discarding it. I lubed my finger, then plunged it deep into my brother's hole. The noise reached a feverish pace as the boys in the audience screamed for the two boys on stage to lose their virginity. G's cock was now being controlled by one of the stagehands. I saw his cock being placed at Z's never penetrated opening. The crowd noise rose higher, if that was possible. I looked around. The room seemed to be a scene full of feverish shouting boys. Some were already sucking or fucking. I turned back to the stage in time to see G's cock enter Z's hole in a single thrust. The microphones picked Z's piercing screams up. The boys holding his legs lowered them so his heels were at G's back. They were tied and secured in that position. G thrust, fucking Z's no longer virgin hole. Z's screams continued. His heels pushed at G's back, trying to drive G deeper. G placed his mouth on Z's, muffling the sound. The boys on my left now had a fuck session underway. One reached over and put my cock at the entrance to my brother's hole. "Do it." He snarled, staring in my eyes. Trevor seemed oblivious to the action on stage and around us. He was on his knees, sucking Kray and jacking himself at the same time. I felt my cock enter Kray as I clasped him tightly. I felt Kray driving himself on my cock as he screamed my name. My fourteen-year-old little brother had surrendered to the pleasure I gave him. The speed of the action onstage and the lustful cries demanding release increased. Kray and I found ourselves lost in our mutual passion with Trevor alternating between either kissing both of us or sucking Kray to care about anyone than ourselves. One last thrust as I pushed deeply into my brother and I felt the base of my cock tense, then pump after pump of muscle spasm occurred as I sent my juice deep into my brother. The chances of stopping, as every guy knows, are quite impossible. All I could do was to stiffen, toss my head, and howl. Kray must have unloaded into Trevor as his anal ring clamped on me, milking every drop. I remained connected inside Kray as Trevor pulled off to stick his cock into my brother's mouth and release at once. Worn out, we settled. I felt embarrassed to see a group of boys applauding as they surrounded us. I knew there was no hiding the fact that we had done this act, a most private one, for all to see. I felt like I needed to hide. A video was one thing. I performed. People watched. I did not see their reactions. The bed on the stage was empty. The crowd of boys was dispersing. I spotted Max in the distance and suggested we join him. We followed him as he led us to a large hall. I saw quickly this was where we would eat. They lay out snacks for us. After filling our plates, we joined Max and the others. Andrew smirked at the three of us. "We watched you three. That performance was freakin' hot. When we get back, we have to video a scene like that. We will make tons of cash. "That's my brother. Always thinking with his head." "I use my big head. Not like you, thinking with the little head." "What about Ryan deciding not to shoot a porno?" "The word around here is he chose not to do it. If he got caught making kiddie porn, He is in deep trouble. His porn enterprises get confiscated. He goes to jail." "What about us?" "We are kinda safe," Trev, "Parker and I hide your faces. We only sell to the porn store guy. He pays in cash only. If we get caught, and that's a big if, we can only hope they cut us a break because of our age." Other sex behavior occurred around us. My boyfriends and I watched much of it. It became boring. Too much. Oh, we screwed and made love with each other in various places and tried positions and styles we observed. The weekend passed. Sunday, Mister Ryan gave a big barbecue for everyone. It had steaks, ribs, chicken, and kabobs. He thanked us and said our payment envelopes were in our bags, which we would get when we re-boarded the plane. He wished us all a great life, waved, and left with the Pleasure Island boys following. After we ate, we boarded the plane, our youthful bodies way tanner all over and more sexually attuned than when we arrived. I watched Kray and Trev dress, loving how close we had become in only three days. The sex we shared did that. I loved these two deeply, not just because of our couplings. We had connected on a spiritual level I knew would keep us as one forever. At the moment I looked forward to sitting and chilling as the plane flew us home. At our seats, we opened our pay envelopes and counted. "Shit guys. Five thousand dollars in hundreds." Everyone of us received the same amount, along with a note thanking us. The note was handwritten and addressed to each personally. Mr. Ryan signed only the first letter of his name R. The cash went into our backpacks for when we were home and could deposit it. I snuggled into the plush seat, my lovers on either side of me, as the plane carried us home to our new world. My thanks to those who asked for a continuation of the story. As I reach the end of C-12, I know loose ends exist, particularly concerning Clancy and Nelson and the boys' porn videoing future. I shall end this for now. I have other mountains to climb, other challenges to subdue. I have more stories in Nifty Prolific Author section as Art Gibson if you desire. May the roads rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May ye be half-an hour in Valhalla, Before Loki knows ye are dead. My apologies to the Irish-Peace out. Keep the Ukrainians in your thoughts and prayers. An IRA song from Ireland's "Troubles" Titled "Go On Home British Soldiers, Go on Home." Change the words and you have: "Go on home Russian soldiers, Go on home. Ain't ya got no fuckin' homes of your own?" Nifty is not a political forum. I understand. The tragedy in Ukraine is beyond my Ken. I must speak out. If I were younger, way younger, I would go fight. I served as a U.S. Marine and remember the training. I might go to aid in the humanitarian effort. I still might go to fight. To die for a cause is a worthy end. "I did it my way." I am choked up at the injustice. Thanks for putting up with my rambling. Comments and suggestions are welcome at: acgib1943@protonmail.com Donations to: http://donate.nifty.org