Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2018 13:49:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: BALDWIN & SONS 11: BIRD, BEES & BROTHERS DO IT BALDWIN & SONS 11: BIRDS, BEES & BROTHERS DO IT by Jon Royale March 2018 The following sexual fantasy is meant to be viewed solely by a mature audience. In no way is it meant to encourage or condone any unconventional or illegal activities. With his back resting on the padded headboard of his best friend's bed fifteen-year-old Lucas Baldwin lounged nude impatiently awaiting show time. While Ollie tinkered with the laptop computer positioned on a low table at the foot of the bed, its digital camera focused directly on him counting down the minutes, soon to be seconds, Lucas had time to reflect on what had gotten him to this curious point. He was a nerd; they both were. Hardly popular high school sophomores they, and others like them, remained tightly bound in their own nerdish clique. Most were computer geeks who could out-tech the professionals. They created programs, managed their own websites and held high hopes of being the next innovator in the cyber world. Lucas, in particular, spent nearly all his home time ensconced in front of his trusty laptop interacting with his network of cyber geek friends. The boy had always felt an outcast in his own family, the third of four brothers. While his dad and older brothers were strong, fit and handsome sports jocks, Lucas was wiry and thin with little interest in athletics. Even little Devyn, the youngest of the brood at thirteen, shared his brothers' good looks and silky, white-blond hair. Lucas, on the other hand, sported an unruly mop of wavy dark-blond locks which tumbled over his forehead and suffered from chronic acne. Misunderstood by all but his mother and eldest brother, Trey, Lucas kept to himself in the Baldwin household and seldom interacted with the remainder of the clan. The unwelcome arrival of the new handyman, ex-convict Lombardo, threatened the status quo on the estate and sparked real distrust in young Lucas. Utilizing his skills he set up a secret monitoring system in the felon's quarters, along the hallway of the lower floor and at the top and bottom of the back stairwell leading up to the main body of the mansion. Long unused surveillance cameras were already in place in the pool house out back which Lucas easily restored to normal function. While he hoped to catch Lombardo in some criminal act which would result in his dismissal Lucas never expected to expose culpability within the Baldwin family. To his absolute horror he observed his muscular brother Ryan engaging in man-on-man sex with not only the nefarious Lombardo but others, as well. At first he figured Ryan was being forced into homo sex by the fiendish ex-con. It made no sense otherwise. Ryan was popular with the girls, always bringing a new cheerleader type to the family pool for teen barbeques. But when Lucas observed his handsome brother practically inviting the landscaping crew to have their way with him his earlier deduction was comprehensively destroyed. Ryan gave his muscular teen body to the group time and again---especially that ugly, squat Mexican---performing the most salacious acts with them. They ravaged both his mouth and asshole with their pricks, spraying their seed inside him and on the following week came back for more. Lucas was both shocked and appalled by his brother's behavior, although not nearly as much as when he discovered their own father engaging in the same depraved acts. Big handsome and blond, Miles Baldwin had himself been an athlete in his younger days and it showed on his fit muscular body. He was an older version of his jock sons. To witness him fornicating with one of those sons was alarming and arousing at the same time. They fucked out in the pool house on several occasions, Miles always taking the aggressive role. They fucked in Lombardo's quarters while the cunning malefactor watched, most times joining Miles to team up on the lusty sixteen-year-old. Miles acted nothing like a doting father; rather, he was a rutting bull and Ryan, his willing whore. And then there were those times when Ryan was taken completely out of the equation; when Miles was the one on his back, husky legs raised while Lombardo brutally plowed his nether regions. Lucas took to recording the depraved sessions and saving them to thumb drives. By now he had an assortment rivaling any collector of amateur porn. Forever sensitive, he worried about the curious effect it all had upon him. On the one hand he was repulsed by the fact that his father was so blatantly cheating on his wife, Lucas' mother, right under her own roof. But on the other, he found himself sexually titillated. With his teenage hormones fully active he spent many an hour selecting from amongst the vast footage and excitedly masturbating while watching father, brother or both indulge in raw, primal sex with or without the evil handyman. Afterwards he always felt guilty and shamed for allowing himself to be aroused by the deeds of these three. But he always watched again. Despite the apparent willingness of the two Baldwin's, Lucas still couldn't shake the feeling that Lombardo was responsible for it all. If the sinister man hadn't come to the estate perhaps both his father and Ryan never would have indulged in such taboo acts. Maybe they weren't forced but Lucas was reasonably sure it was Lombardo who had initiated the entire thing. With worried mind he had confided first in Ollie and then trusted brother, Trey. Other than getting the matter off his chest it had so far done little to resolve the situation. Concerns on the home front had amplified over the past few days, leaving poor Lucas more confused and anxious than ever. Of all his family the one person he loved, respected and trusted over all was his beautiful mother. She seemed to understand him and always offered words of encouragement and acceptance. Imagine the boy's confusion when he tapped into the spy cams in the family's pool house only two days ago and observed his mother with her best friend and traveling companion, author Tricia Westmore locked in a too-friendly embrace. Their lip-stick lips were on each other's, his mother's hands were fondling Tricia's ample bosoms and Tricia was working her hand under Delia's skirt, obviously fingering her pussy! In shock Lucas quickly killed the feed and was left to ponder what he had just observed. All the while he'd been condemning his father for cheating with Lombardo and Ryan his mother was doing the same thing with her girlfriend. The thought boggled Lucas' young man. Did his father know about Delia's lesbian affair? Is that why he took up with the handyman and his own son? Or was it the other way around: did Delia discover her husband's same-sex philandering and pursue her own interests? Or, did neither know of the other's affairs and were acting on their own impulses? Delia was gone once again, to St. Tropez this time, with Tricia, naturally, in tow. After the home invasion, and prior to her departure, she had stunned Lucas and the others by giving Lombardo unrestricted freedom in her home as reward for rescuing them all from the bandits who, Lucas was certain, were actually cohorts of the despicable man. Suddenly the boy felt all alone under the roof of his own home. In a few short moments his mother had proved herself to be as disingenuous as his father and Ryan. Whereas once he had placed trust in Trey, his older brother's reaction upon being taken into confidence about Lombardo's activites had unsettled Lucas. Trey's reaction was more like a pirate who had discovered buried treasure. He was all excitement instead of angst learning what the reprobate was doing with Ryan and Miles. Had even convinced Luke to print copies of some screen shots of their sinful activities. Trey's ambivalence toward their brother was always apparent and, afterwards, Lucas fretted over what he had done with those incriminating photos. And Trey seemed to actually be bonding with Lombardo, joining him in weight lifting sessions in the family gym, another cause of consternation for Luke. And then there was Devyn who, until a few nights ago, had appeared to be the only one besides Lucas not caught by Lombardo's snare. But a pre-dawn observation on his camera system revealed a bedraggled Devyn staggering in through the lower quarters with mussed hair and, except for his coat, nude. An all-knowing Lombardo met him in the hallway, threw the boy over one strong shoulder and carried him up the stairs and out of range of Lucas' surveillance. It was a long while before Lombardo returned to his room, leaving Lucas to surmise that the dastardly villain even had his cute little brother in his clutches. Lucas wasn't sure what would come of them all or even what he could do about it without implicating members of his own family. All he knew was that all this unspeakable sex taking place about him had him in a state of quandary. On the one hand he was furious at Lombardo for the liberties he'd taken with Miles, Ryan and now, quite possibly, Devyn. But on the other his raging teen hormones drove him to watch the massive amount of footage he'd gathered and stroke his teen meat to climax time and again. That same appendage, along with a constant state of arousal thanks to the frolicking fornicators in the house, was what led Lucas to his good friend's bedroom on this day. Ever the enterprising innovators, the boys had long considering using their tech skills to make a big splash in cyber world. What they were lacking was a marketable concept. The idea finally came from Ollie. At first Lucas balked but after hearing Ollie's extensive pitch he came to see some merit in the other boy's brainstorm. Together they assembled an adult website dedicated, primarily, to Lucas' gargantuan cock. Previously a thing of immense embarrassment to him, Ollie's constant reassurances about the pure beauty of his outlandish member had gradually given Lucas' some confidence. It truly was a wonder. Fourteen and a half monstrous inches thick as his forearm, covered with root-like veins and sporting a cap like some mutant mushroom, it quickly became an internet sensation. Close up photos of titanic boy meat courtesy of Ollie drew a plethora of response. There were shots of the donkey-sized dick formidably soft, then dangerously hard. There were images of Lucas' hands, both, wrapped around his towering erection. There was a photo set of him jerking it and reaching orgasm, the ropes of leaping cum beautifully captured by Ollie's seemingly professional photography. Comments from viewers abounded, each one making Lucas more self-assured. Equally fascinated by the sexual hijinks in the Baldwin home, Ollie had always been at the ready to lend a helping hand, mouth or asshole. Ollie wasn't at all repulsed by Lucas' ugly, gigantic penis and his big, fat ass and wide hole was made for swallowing up the outrageous rod. Rebuffed by Lucas' gorgeous jock brother Ryan, the overweight boy had been angry at first. He'd even thought of getting even, exposing Ryan's secret sex life via all the footage Luke compiled. But after careful consideration he realized there was little reason for a good-looking stud like Ryan to show interest in an obese youth like himself. Perhaps he would never have Ryan but if he ever hoped for someone like him he needed to take the initiative and make some changes. And so, for the past month, Ollie had adopted a healthier lifestyle, eating right and doing moderate exercise. With his enormous bulk it wasn't readily apparent but Ollie had already managed to drop over twenty pounds! Lucas was a bit reluctant at first when Ollie suggested adding some of the screen captures he'd amassed of the family debauchery at the Baldwin home. But once they began experimenting with pixelating to disguise the identity of the guilty parties Luke became more enthusiastic. Images of hunky Ryan deliciously nude, scooched down low on the sofa in the pool house fingering his jock hole while awaiting the arrival of Jose, the beastly landscaper were an instant sensation. Lucas felt naughty putting his brother out on the web like that but at the same time viewer's reactions titillated him. "Hits" to the site grew until they had an astounding following. To capitalize on their success they jointly decided to take a step further. Promising more graphic material they invited their viewers to a "member's only" page. To their surprise most of the followers paid the reasonable fee to voyeur on what was offered. Luke and Ollie first uploaded a continuation of the Ryan feature showing the football jock and Jose in fuck and suck action, their faces distorted, of course. Later they added a series ending with Ryan being fucked by Lombardo's hugely endowed black prison buddy. The response was overwhelming, membership increased and Luke's personal money account grew. Fully aware they had to keep momentum going to justify the monthly membership fee Ollie had the concept for taking things to the next level. They had done a bit of experimenting over the past few days and were now assured they could successfully pull it off. Ollie was attending to the webcam, making certain everything was positioned properly and in good working order. Lucas lounged on the other boy's bed awaiting his signal, fighting back second thoughts about continuing their illicit venture. It really wasn't like him at all to be indulging in such activities. He was an introverted tech geek, not some sort of porn star. Both he and Ollie were flirting with potential disaster, passing himself off as eighteen-year-old Corey to the horn dogs on the 'net and posting hot sex pictures of himself and his older brother. Despite his face being rendered unrecognizable, it was still an invasion of Ryan's privacy. Merely thinking about the things he'd seen Ryan do, seen their father do, was enough to send Lucas' overactive, underage testosterone to the boiling point. Through faithful friend Ollie he was learning to experiment with and enjoy his sexuality. And he liked it. Liked it better than anything before. And even if they were found out how could any of his family condemn him? Each and every one of them was guilty in their own right of sexual wrong doings, even his beloved mother the dyke. "3-2-1. We're live!" Ollie's voice brought him out of his reverie. The feed was video only, so they were free to speak without the audience eavesdropping. "Okay Luke, start playing with that big, beautiful dick. Just like we practiced." Lucas' dick, gigantic even in repose, lay lazily across one bare thigh. The teen tentatively grasped his limp prick and gave it a few hearty squeezes. It responded immediately, plumping up in the palm of his hand. "Wow!" Ollie exclaimed. "We've already got close to a thousand hits!" It wasn't really much of a surprise. They had promoted the live show over the past few days on their site and watched the rush of excitement over the upcoming event. "Awesome cock!" Ollie read from the stream of messages appearing on screen. "Holy shit, what a whopper!" "Luv 2 get my lips around that beaut!" "Wanna hook up?" "How big doz it get?" "I need that thing up my azz....NOW!" "Ya see, Luke," Ollie exclaimed. "I told you they'd love you! All these guys out there, they want that wonderful dick of yours." Conflicted as always, Lucas couldn't quite grasp the fascination. All his youth he had been repulsed by his monstrosity, but somehow Ollie and this pack of virtual strangers found it alluring. Although a loner for most his life it turned out the one aspect he most abhorred was the thing that now brought him acceptance. Growing more adventurous he hefted his swelling dong by the base and smacked it heavily against his other palm. "They're going crazy, Luke!" Ollie enthused. "You should see all the messaging. There's one guy wants to fly out to wherever you are just to service you. Whoa! Yet another is offering five thousand bucks for a couple hours with you! Many want to know how old you are. I'm responding 'just turned eighteen'. Whoa! Some lady named Sweet Sue says she wants you to stuff her pussy!" Everyone has a need to be wanted and, for the first time, Lucas began to truly feel it. His cock responded to the attention being lavished upon him, lengthening before his audience's wondrous eyes and lifting its enormous head toward the ceiling. In a matter of moments it had hardened to its full, gloriously thick size, swaying mightily upward from his pubescent groin. "Almost three thousand, Luke! We're close to three thousand viewers!" Ollie exclaimed. "They're going absolutely nuts over you. Want to know how big it is. Should I tell 'em, Lukie?" "Why not?" Lucas' voice sounded firm and assured, startling Ollie for a moment. "Fourteen and, oh yeah, a half," Ollie said aloud as he key entered the words. The overwhelming response was immediate. Guys, and some girls, everywhere wanted it in their mouths, up their asses or in their pussies. Ollie read every juicy detail to Lucas, the titillating words causing the bloated veins along his towering erection to throb excitedly. "Wank it, Luke," Ollie instructed. "They want you to wank it for them." Using both hands Lucas began stroking his humongous shaft. His interlaced fingers traced the heavily veined skin of his cock shaft from the enormous head down to the solid root. The big prick was throbbing obscenely, rigidly twitching in the air and swaying mightily under its oppressive weight. Lucas moved his fists along the stupendous shaft, slowly stroking up and down the entire length. His big balls in their mitt-like sac shifted around as waves of lust were ignited in them. Far up top of the breathtaking prick meaty lips flared open and a pearl drop of seminal fluid appeared. Lucas' fingers skidded over the helmet-sized knob, smearing the clear goo and providing himself lubrication to continue the jack-off quest. Ollie's mouth was agape, captivated by Lucas' performance just as much as the rapidly growing internet audience. Finding his voice he added words of encouragement. "You're really getting into it now, Lukie. And so are all our followers. They all love your big, beautiful dick. Each and every one of them wants to puts their hands and their lips on it. You've got guys young and old wanting you to fuck it up their asses. Women and girls craving it in their pussies. Lucas, you're a real stud!" "But I'm not," Lucas moaned, still in denial but giving in to the delicious sensations overtaking his young body. "From the waist down they see you as a raging bull!" Ollie declared. "Your dick is huge, really huge. Bigger than anything any of them have ever seen before! They love what they see, Lukie. And I see what they can't. I see all of you. And I think you're a really hot boy." All the while Ollie was speaking his hands were fumbling with the catch on his pants, unzipping himself and releasing his horny hard on. Taking himself in a sweaty, pudgy palm he began stroking himself in time to Lucas' action. While Lucas more feverishly worked his gargantuan meat the count of internet viewers grew to four, five, upwards of six thousand. Comments appeared in the dialogue box at an unending pace, all praising the new discovery. There were offers galore. Words of lust and adulation, unseen by Lucas but devoured by Ollie, had the heavy-set boy close to nutting in record time. Lucas' trim body was already writhing on the bed, his heels digging into the mattress and his breathing becoming ragged. On impulse Ollie quickly checked the camera range, focused in so close that all that filled the screen was Lucas' big dick and moved himself around to one side of the bed. The mattress heaved as he sat his big body upon it and reached out to place his hand atop one of Lucas' and join him in frigging the monster meat. "Oh gosh, Ollie!" the boy moaned breathlessly. "I-I think I'm about to shoot!" "That's okay, Lukie. Let me help you get off." Lucas unhanded himself and let Ollie take over the chore at hand. Ollie went ballistic on Lucas' monstrous protuberance, flailing his tightened hands up and down the thick, corrugated shaft. The heavy veins grew even more prominent as his fingers curled around the surface. Lucas' entire body shuddered each time Ollie's thumbs rubbed over the sensitive surface of his cockhead. His little ass was grinding into the bed while his hands clawed at the coverings. And then, with a strangled shout, he came. A fountain of jizz erupted out of him like a geyser. Although unfortunately out of the camera's range, the splats which came spiraling downward revealed the enormity of the nameless, faceless big dicked star's discharge. Lucas had a teen-aged load as big as his dick and continued shooting in great spasms until the last of it simply bubbled out of his dick slit. Throwing caution to the wind, Ollie moved in and ran his tongue over the crown, lapping up some of Lucas' creamy load. Confident the camera would only see his lips and tongue Ollie feasted until Lucas was spent. The power of his orgasm had sunk Lucas lower on the bed so that the camera's eye now captured his boyish torso and the jut of his chin. Anyone watching would be hard pressed not to realize that the big dicked web star wasn't exactly in the throes of maturity. Lucas' chest rose and fell heavily as he body struggled to come down from the heights of an exhausting cum. Observing all the fevered sex going on in his home Lucas had learned to enjoy the pleasures of his body and the abomination he had been saddled with between his legs. He masturbated frequently to video feeds of his brother and father engaged in tawdry acts with Lombardo and others. But it sure felt better when someone else was helping him out, like Ollie. For weeks unknown people had been responding to his cock pics on the web site and now, according to Ollie, thousands enjoyed his first sex show. Apparently Ollie had been right all along; there was a score of folks out there not horrified by his outrageous penis. The thought bolstered the once shy boy's confidence and gave him hope for exploring his newly discovered sexuality. Ollie smacked his lips, wiped a hand across the back of his cum coated mouth and slipped back behind the laptop. "Nearly seven thousand viewers, Lukie! And a lot of them trial viewers. At a buck ninety-nine each, that's a lot of cash!" Lucas came up on his elbows, his mind processing the fact that so many people had just watched him wank himself. "They want to know when they can watch you fuck the muscle boy. Holy crap, they must be talking about Ryan!" Ollie went on excitedly. "Can you just imagine the money we'd make if we could somehow make that happen? Ryan seems to let any dude fuck him. Maybe...." "Ryan's my brother," Lucas reminded him, but his slowly deflating cock did an excited little jump at the thought. "Yeah, and your father's his father. But he fucks him. Hard. Jeez, I can see it now. You, Ryan and your dad. You shoving your big, beautiful cock up both their hungry assholes. Money in the bank, Lukie. Money in the bank!" "No, Ollie. That can never happen," Lucas assured him. Ollie waved him off. "We'll think about it. Anyways, give the audience a thumb's up and we'll end this session." Lucas followed Ollie's direction, giving a double thumbs up to each side of his wilting behemoth before Ollie took them off line. Ollie then slipped out of his pants and crawled up onto the bed alongside his friend. "Lukie," he pleaded, "please jerk me off the way I did you. Please." And not as reluctantly as he once might have, Lucas complied. He stroked Ollie for only a short time before the chunky boy writhed and bucked and shot a healthy boy load. He surprised even himself by scooping up gobs of cum and feeding it to the pleasured boy, then sampled a tad himself. It seemed perfectly natural when Ollie pressed their lips together and slipped his tongue into his wet mouth. Lucas thrust back with his own tongue and enjoyed a fevered, after sex kiss. Although hardly a novice, Ollie was teaching him all he needed to know to experience the pleasures he had up until now only watched others enjoy. Although Ollie's familial fantasy was titillating Luke wasn't so certain, even if they could, he wanted to have something like that happen. But more and more he realized there were others out there with whom he could entertain his sexual journey. For the first time he experienced a sense of pride in the Baldwin Bounty which, up until now, had served only as a source of deep embarrassment. Desperate to begin his quest Lucas rolled his friend over, mounted him and buried his elephantine truncheon up Ollie's ample ass. They fucked until they came, then kept on fucking until they heard the sounds of the Harris family returning home. Lucas shot his load deep up Ollie's ass at the same moment the front door opened, shoving a fist into his mouth to stiffle the telltale cry as he orgasmed. Later, when they came downstairs the boys were all innocence. Lucas declined Mr. Harris' offer of a ride home but, on the relatively short walk back to the Baldwin mansion, couldn't help thinking what a handsome man Ollie's father truly was..... At the same time Lucas was live on the net his older brothers were once again finding themselves at odds on the playing field. After a winning first half Trey was stunned to find himself taken out of the game and replaced by his brother, Ryan. There was no logical reason for it. He'd been playing well, better than he had in a while. Over the past few weeks he'd really straightened up his act, cut back on the late nights and beer parties and gotten himself back into shape. He worked harder than anyone else during practice and earned back his place on the team. Coach seemed truly impressed with his comeback which made it doubly difficult for Trey to comprehend the mid-game switch. He sat on the sidelines scowling as his golden boy brother ultimately led the team to victory. Later in the locker room he was brooding and uncommunicative, brushing past Coach and tearing out of the gym in a pent-up rage. Mindless of speed limits he raced home, relieved to find the entire family absent. Determined to hibernate in his room and sulk his eye caught the bar which wrapped around one corner of the kitchen and into the sunken family room. On impulse he snatched a bottle, not much caring what it was, and made off with it to his quarters upstairs. Throwing himself across the bed he uncapped the bottle and took a long swig. The liquor burned as it went down, causing him to cough. But an angry Trey defied his body and followed it with another swallow. This one went down a bit easier and warmed his belly. He thought of Ryan, the brother who had usurped his position as the school's sports superstar. Sure Ryan had talent, was just as good-looking as Trey and exuded some macho jock appeal. And it had been alright when he'd been the baseball champ. But Ryan should never have invaded his turf, ultimately playing quarterback to the high school football team more often than Trey himself. Although it would only be a matter of months before he graduated and moved on Trey still felt ousted. His brother made him a source of embarrassment. He was certain everyone whispered about his downfall and Ryan's rise to glory. If they only knew their new hero was a deviant cock whore. More than once Trey had considered exposing his brother's secret sex life. Better sense and Coach's admonition had ultimately prevailed. It irked Trey to see Ryan with his arm wrapped around his ex-girl friend Carrie's waist as they walked from class to class in the halls. He knew those same lips which brushed against Carrie's would later be wrapped around someone's dick. Maybe even her own brother's. Basketball champ Chuck Bauer's sexuality was no high school secret, one that Trey had once experienced for himself. Chuck was a pretty decent fuck and Trey surprisingly found himself really getting into it. At least, it was, until Chuck mentioned Ryan. Even with his dick buried up the teen's ass, giving him the ride of his life, Chuck was thinking of his brother, his rival. That killed any thoughts Trey had of taking on Chuck as a fag friend with benefits. Cripes, he couldn't even bang another guy without Ryan somehow interfering! His younger brother was a major thorn in his side, Trey thought as he chugged more of the intoxicating amber liquid. The teen needed to be taken down a peg or two. Trey couldn't discuss his animosity with their father; the ex-sports jock was fucking Ryan, too! The only other solid male presence in the Baldwin home was Lombardo, the ex-con handyman. Trey liked Lombardo but carefully avoided the subject of his brother because he knew the man was another banging the whore. Coach was out of the question. He vehemently defended Ryan and lashed out at Trey for his failed attempt to expose his brother. For all Trey knew Kowalsi was another one fucking his star player. That would easily explain Ryan's secure position with the team. Unaccustomed to the effects of hard liquor Trey quickly found himself in an alcohol haze. The flash of headlights against the walls of his bedroom got him to rise on slightly unsteady feet. Crossing the room he peered out from behind the blinds and observed Ryan exiting Chuck Bauer's car. They engaged in a few moments of conversation before Ryan turned away and Chuck drove off. Probably sucked each other off on the way home from the game, Trey scoffed and took another hit from the Scotch. Holding the bottle by its neck low at his side he sauntered over to open his door and lean against the frame while he awaited his brother's arrival, prepared in his drunken boldness to do battle. But Ryan never appeared. Toting his bottle Trey wandered to the top of the back stairwell, their everyday access to the various floors of the mansion, and still saw no sign of the other boy. Curiously he descended to the main floor but quickly discovered his Judas brother was nowhere to be found. He thought of calling out but decided a surprise attack was to his advantage. With furrowed brow he returned to the stairs and peered into the depths of the lowest level, Lombardo's domain. Stifling a snicker he quietly made his way down the stairs, halted and listened for any telltale sounds. An unmistakable grunt perked his ears. Lombardo and Ryan were at it again! His clean cut, all-American jock brother couldn't wait to get home from the game, ditch Chuck and have his ass plowed by Lombardo. Determined to catch them in the act Trey dramatically hugged the wall and eased over to the door accessing Lombardo's quarters. Pressing his ear against the panel he detected nothing suspicious. Dropping a hand to the knob he slowly, excruciatingly, turned it. His heart was thudding in his chest with expectation when he threw the door open. The room was dark. Fumbling for the wall switch Trey flicked it and filled the vacant room with light. His suspicion was incorrect. Neither Ryan or Lombardo occupied the small room. In his buzzed mind he remembered that Lombardo did some moonlighting as a janitor at school and probably hadn't even finished his duties post game. Another worker would be dropping him off when their job was done. Just then Trey heard the groan coming from further down the shadowed hallway. On wobbly feet he staggered along until his body framed the entry to the family's gymnasium, complete with all the trendy exercise equipment. Lying back on an incline bench was his despised brother, the always handsome Ryan, bare-chested and forcing a weight bar above his prone frame. Trey took in the sight of his brother flexing his big teen muscles as he worked the heavy weights. Ryan's biceps knotted and swelled with each repetition. His mounded pecs strained, their large jutting paps appearing as though they might pop right off his hard chest. His forehead was shiny with sweat while his eyes remained fixed on some imaginary spot above him, oblivious to the intruder. Shiny athletic pants rode low on his hips, exposing the band of his sports jock. Trey's blue eyes narrowed as he took in the definition of Ryan's oblique's and the impressive cut of his abs. While Trey certainly had a fine, athletic body Ryan's showed more curve and musculature. It was little wonder Carrie and all those other cheerleaders gravitated toward Ryan. Trey wondered what they would think if they knew the handsome teen spread his hunky legs for anything. Taking a final draw from the bottle Trey advanced on his younger brother. Ryan failed to notice him until Trey was standing at the foot of the workout bench. Securing the weights he shot up to a sitting position and addressed the other body. "Trey! Didn't know you were down here." His eyes instantly focused on the bottle dangling loosely at Trey's side, then took note of the glassiness reflected in his brother's angry eyes. "Bro, that's Dad's expensive Scotch. You know how they feel about us and liquor. Better put it back and hope he doesn't notice any gone. Why you drinking anyway?" "Why?" Trey slurred. "The good son wants to know why. Why the fuck you think?" A chill ran down Ryan's bare, tapered back. "Trey, dude, you're hammered," he replied quietly. "Let's get you up to bed before everyone else gets home." "Fuck 'em!" Trey shouted, tossing the bottle to the side. Only the rubber matt covering the floor prevented the glass from shattering. "An' fuck you, too, baby brother!" Ryan spread his hands out in front of him defensively. "Whoa, Trey! I don't know what's eating you but you need to calm down." "You don't know what's eating me?" Trey repeated mockingly, then pointed a finger at his brother. "You! You're what's eating me! You, stealing my place on the team! You, taking my girl! You, being Dad's favorite son! Well, FUCK YOU!" "Trey---" "Put the liquor bottle back before daddy finds out," Trey mimicked sarcastically. "As if you're not gonna tell him anyhow. When's it gonna be Ryan, huh? Next time you're flat on your back with his dick up your ass?" Ryan flinched, his blue eyes flaring. "Think I'm stupid, too? WELL I'M NOT STUPID!" Suddenly feeling very warm Trey yanked off his sweatshirt and tossed it aside. Standing there unsteadily on widely parted legs he went on, " I know all about you, faggot! You're datin' my girl---MY GIRL---while you're gettin' fucked by anybody who'll throw a rod! Dad's fuckin' your queer ass, Lombardo's hittin' it, them low-life landscapers and even that nigger 'Bardo brought home! And that's only the ones I know. Who else, Ryan? Huh? Is Coach gettin' a piece, too? Is that why you came up so quick on the squad? Did you trade off your ass for my position?" Attempting to look non-plussed, Ryan threw a leg over the bench and, coming to his feet, reached for a towel and dabbed his forehead. "You don't know what you're talking about. You need to go sleep it off." And he turned away from Trey to leave the gymnasium. "Where the fuck you think you're goin'? I'm not finished with you." And, despite all the liquor he'd consumed Trey lunged, tackling his brother like a bully playing grade school football. Both boys went down hard on the rubber matt in a mass of scrambling limbs. Their muscles rippled and swelled as hands fought for purchase, Ryan's seeking an avenue of escape while Trey's worked to keep the other boy pinned under him. Ryan kicked out and hammered at his brother's back with his free hand but Trey's rage seemed to fill him with superior strength. "Get offa me!" Ryan demanded, real fear showing in his blue eyes. It was if his brother had suddenly gone demented. "Who you kiddin'?" Trey spat back through clenched teeth. Vessels bulged at his temples and his eyes had a wild look to them. "You like a man's body on top of you." In a sudden burst of energy Ryan bellowed and heaved Trey away. While the older Baldwin went rolling off to the side Ryan flipped himself over and hastily crawled out of Trey's reach. He attempted to get to his feet and away from his crazed brother, but Trey latched on to both ankles and brought him tumbling down again. Ryan wriggled and squirmed, clawing at the matt with blunt fingers but Trey was atop him again grabbing a fist full of his short blond hair and yanking his head back. "You're not going anywhere, brother mine," the incensed teen raged. "Not until I'm done with you!" Ryan reached behind grabbing for purchase but Trey was shirtless like himself and his bare skin was slick with anticipatory perspiration. Trey seized the opportunity and brutally twisted Ryan's arm behind his back and up between his shoulder blades. Ryan let out a painful howl and beat on the matt with his free hand. Trey scooted up so that he was seated in the curve of his younger brother's lower back, effectively riding the bucking bronc like a rodeo cowboy. Trey's eyes narrowed as he observed Ryan's solidly built back and the musculature rippling just beneath his smooth skin. His nostrils flared as an unexpected tingling began in his groin. Taking hold of Ryan's other wrist he managed to flip the downed boy onto his back, but not without an amount of effort. Ryan wasn't giving in easily and fought him all the way, landing several bows to Trey's midsection. A fist to his jaw was quickly deflected by Trey. They were like grappling beefcake in the family's gymnasium until Trey managed to gain the upper hand and once more had Ryan under control. Although Ryan was probably stronger than himself Trey was guided by anger and resentment which aided in making him more powerful. He had Ryan's arms splayed out to each side of him as he bucked and writhed on the matt. Ryan's muscular limbs worked to rise and take control but each time Trey managed to push them back. Hoisting his body forward he straddled the other boy's heaving upper chest anchoring a knee on each of Ryan's arms, pinning him down for good. No fool he, Ryan attempted to hoist his thick legs up and scissor them around Trey's neck to yank him off but the effort soon proved futile. In their current positioning the crotch of Trey's athletic sweatpants was dangerously close to Ryan's sweat-sheened face. Ryan observed a stirring under the dark material and then, to his horror, realized he himself had sprouted wood during the scuffle. "Took everything from me," Trey was muttering, as if to himself. "My girl, my game, my status. Now it's my turn." As Ryan watched through widening eyes Trey hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats and briefs and worked them down under his ripe ball sac. Trey's prick was gloriously rigid and every bit of Ryan's own seven beautiful inches. Unlike the younger brother's perfect arc, Trey's stood out dangerously straight at a sixty degree angle. "Suck my dick, superstar!" Trey snarled angrily. He roughly grabbed Ryan by the ears and shoved his face up against his goods. Ryan resumed the struggle, his young muscle-bound body fighting to break free but Trey had him at the disadvantage. His features were scrunched up in distaste as his brother's plump, juicy balls rubbed along his smooth face. Forcing his lips tightly together he could only grunt his disapproval. Frustrated by Ryan's refusal to submit Trey lashed out with one hand, landing a powerful open-handed smack to one cheek. Stunned by his brother's brutality Ryan went momentarily slack-jawed and stared up past the jutting erection with disbelief. "Trey! You hit me!" he gasped. Trey was also surprised by his own action, quickly assuring himself the liquor had caused him to do it. Rebounding, he ordered, "Lick my balls, faggot, or you're gonna get worse! I'll tell all the guys on the team about you. Clemmens, Dwyer, Patel, Richards, all of 'em. How you think they're gonna feel about their quarterback being queer, huh? They'll laugh you right off the team. Maybe if you're lucky they'll be so pissed off they'll gang rape you in the showers after the next game. Even Jonesy. You ever see the dick he's got swingin' between his legs? Yeah, sure you have. You'd probably get off having that big black dick fucking your jock ass like with that buddy of 'Bardo's. Unless you've already done him." Defeated and with his right cheek stinging hotly Ryan slowly shook his head back and forth, "No. You can't! You don't understand. There's a reason." "The reason is you're a switch hitter! Shoulda stayed on the baseball team. Now lick my fuckin' balls!" Trey shouted. Ryan couldn't fathom how Trey had come by all this embarrassing information but it was clear that he knew. Haltingly he stuck out his tongue and ran it straight up the seam of his brother's heavy sac. Trey's nads had a salty taste and sweaty jock smell, attesting to the fact that he hadn't showered after the game. With his knees planted firmly on Ryan's extended triceps Trey jockeyed himself a bit forward, dangling his bag directly over the other boy's mouth. "Suck 'em!" Trey ordered. And, with little other choice, Ryan complied. He began slowly, running his tongue over the smooth sac with its light dusting of dark-blond hair. But quickly enough he was really lapping at the swaying balls. He sucked one nut into his mouth and gave it some heated action before spitting it out and working on the other. Back and forth he went, giving Trey exactly what he wanted. A satisfied smirk played across the older teen's lips while his brother slurped on his musky ball bag. Vengeance was sweet, indeed. Trey audibly gasped when Ryan unexpectedly opened wide and devoured the entire package. With his mouth stuffed Ryan lathed his tongue all over big brother's pouch and hungrily sucked on it, hoping it would be enough to earn his release. But Trey was only getting started. After some more attention to his bloated balls he shifted forward even further, dragging his sticky taint over Ryan's lips and planting his asshole on the boy's mouth. "Eat my ass, queer!" he commanded. "And don't act like you don't know how. Cos I know otherwise!" Ryan scrunched up his face in distaste and rocked his head back and forth, which only served to ride his lips over his brother's bunghole. In this new position Trey had rendered himself more vulnerable. Now only his ankles pinned Ryan's arms down and the bottom boy figured he might more easily take Trey. Deciding it better to wait until the bully was better distracted Ryan started swiping his tongue along the inner cleft of Trey's buttocks. The laps were long, wet and tantalizing, causing Trey to grind his ass against Ryan's face. If only the team could see him now, Trey thought, forcing the hot shot to grovel in his butt. In hindsight he wished they were in view of Lucas' spy cameras so the main event could be captured for downloading to social media. With his handsome, smooth-cheeked face pressed securely between his brother's tight ass cakes Ryan ran his wet, fleshy organ down the center of his crack. Trey shuddered when the tip of the jock's tongue brushed over his pulsing hole. Detecting Trey's pleasure, which aided Ryan's chance for release, he zeroed in on the tangy pucker. His tongue butterfly-fluttered over Trey's bull's eye, causing the older boy to sigh and groan. Seizing the moment when the asshole had relaxed Ryan swiftly slithered his tongue between the quivering folds and proceeded to really eat Trey out. He used everything Lombardo taught him---and got Coach Kowalski super hard---to gain the upper hand. Ryan sloshed about in Trey's asshole like he was scrubbing the interior clean. He tongue fucked the other boy as deeply as he could, hooking the tip up under the lip and taunting the inside of Trey's taint. The sensation of his brother's raspy tongue in his jock hole was driving Trey wild with lust. Arching his back and throwing back his head he moaned in delight and ground his tight end against Ryan's face. "Ooooooooh, fuck yeah!" Trey hissed, flicking out his tongue and running it over his lips. "That's right where you belong, bro. Eatin' out your big brother's quarterback asshole." His big Baldwin dick was as rigid as could be and oozing clear pre-fuck juice. Ryan sucked and licked at his brother's sweaty hole, driving his tongue through the anal ring again and again. Trey has loosened up considerably, thusly allowing Ryan to freely pleasure his aperture. The warm, funky hollow was slippery with saliva, causing wet sloshy sounds as Ryan lapped inside the pucker like a thirsty dog. He dug, he probed, he reached spots which caused Trey to shudder, curling and twirling his tongue like the expert ass eater he had become. Buried in brother ass he couldn't see the blissful look on Trey's face, blue orbs turned up so only the whites were visible. Breaking free of the trance Trey determined to up the ante. Lifting himself from Ryan's face, glossy now with ass juices, he moved to reposition himself. With his arms unpinned Ryan quickly took advantage of the reprieve. Rolling over and out of his brother's reach Ryan scrambled to rise to his feet and make hasty retreat. But with surprising agility Trey dove, throwing his entire body weight on the other boy. They both went down on the padding in a mass of flailing limbs. Ryan landed on his back; Trey, on his tail bone directly behind the other boy. As Ryan attempted to right himself Trey was quick to twist the athlete's arm behind his back while locking his forearm around Ryan's throat. Ryan dug his kicks into the padding, pushing his body back against his brother to hopefully dislodge him. But Trey had a tight grip on the husky teen. "Keep it up, bro!" Trey breathed heavily into his ear. "Keep fightin' me and the whole fucking town is going to know all about you. And I mean EVERYTHING! Think I'm just a dumb jock, too stupid to figure out what really went on upstairs all that time you were there with those thugs during our home invasion a few weeks ago? I'll tell EVERYBODY!" Ryan stiffened, then went limp in Trey's arms. He couldn't risk his secret proclivities being exposed. While it really wasn't his fault---it was the genetic defect up inside his rectum---he felt certain no one would understand. Besides, it would be embarrassing to admit to having the equivalent of a clitoris deep inside him. Instead of being the school's latest revered athlete he would become the laughing stock. Swallowing hard, he managed, "I won't fight any more, Trey. What do you want?" Trey smiled widely. "But I like it when you fight, bro. Makes it all that much more fun. What do I want? I want you to split with Carrie. I want you out of football. In fact, I want you to step totally down and just be another nothing high school Junior. But, for starters, I want you to suck my dick." "B-but you're my brother!" Ryan actually sounded horrified. "Yeah, and Dad's our father. Yet you suck his dick, eat his ass and take him up your jock cunt!" Ryan fleetingly wondered exactly how his brother knew all these intimate things about his sordid sex life. In his naivety he had never considered the rest of the family ever finding out. "Time for retribution, baby bro," Trey went on. "You took the most important thing from me but now you're gonna show the true athlete in this family some hero worship. Now, GET STARTED!" Trey's steel-hard prick hovered over Ryan's face, the thick vein on the underside throbbing menacingly. As far as pricks went Trey's was a beauty almost, but not quite, identical to Ryan's own admirable boyhood. His balls dangled provocatively, their smooth pouch dusted with fine dark-blond fuzz and loaded with hot brother cum. Lifting his chin Ryan angled his face upward and swiped his tongue out at the heavy sac. Trey's nuts tasted gamey with sweat, just the way Ryan liked them. He took to lathing the tasty pouch with long, hungry licks making their surface slick with saliva. But, while pleased that his disdainful brother was groveling in his ball bag, Trey was in no mood for foreplay. Reasonably confident that the other boy had been adequately subdued he released his hold, kicked his athletic legs out behind him and, assuming push-up position, rudely shoved his dick into Ryan's mouth. "There, take that, you cock whore!" He snarled while thrusting his hips forward and slamming his seven inches down Ryan's throat. Gagging at first from the initial assault Ryan pounded his fists against Trey's hips and mumbled protest. But after all he had endured lately, first with all those thugs during the Baldwin's home invasion and then Lombardo's suddenly sadistic treatment, Ryan soon had his gullet wide open and accommodating. Trey fucked his brother's face with all the outrage he had suffered since having his status upset by the other boy. Beyond any degree of control he shoved his prick all the way down Ryan's pipe with a vengeful fury, showing little consideration for the battered boy. He hardly realized his brother's dick was practically in his face, unsurprisingly rock hard and drooling excited boy juice. Already detecting the boiling in his balls Trey unceremoniously ripped his cock free of Ryan's mouth, callously pleased that his brother's lips seemed to instinctively attempt to retrieve his dripping member. Before the other could react Trey deftly flipped the more muscular boy over so that he was on his knees, big beautiful butt rearing up high and proud. Trey had to admit his brother had one gorgeous ass. It was big and well-rounded with some dangerous curves, an ass made for fucking. It was little wonder their Dad was hitting it. Trey licked his lips with anticipation. Damn, he almost wanted to do a little eating himself. Almost. Ryan came up on his hands, now perched on all fours and looked over one rounded shoulder at the other boy. "Trey, don't," he pleaded, but the attempt was feeble. Already the wicked buzz was going off deep inside him, making his jock pucker twitch and crave much-needed relief. Trey possessed what he needed and there was no denying him now. Trey wasted no time getting himself into position, digging his lusty cock between Ryan's juicy melons and plunging it up his asshole. A husky sigh of satisfaction came from Ryan when the knob of his brother's rigid cock collided with his inflamed clitoris. Trey was equipped with just enough meat to titillate the target area. Ryan's sphincter tightened around the other teen's dick root in an instinctive attempt to hold it right on the point of pleasure. But Trey was not to be deterred from plundering his younger brother's asshole. Gritting his teeth the deposed athlete barbarically heaved his prick in and out of Ryan's clutching anal passage with savage force. His hefty ball bag swung to and fro, slapping heavily against the other boy's smooth taint. It was a long overdue grunge fuck, one that consumed Trey with a savage pleasure. His brother's fuck socket was nicely tight, juicy and hot as all hell, clenching his battering ram like no cunt Trey had ever fucked before. Despite the pounding he was taking Ryan actually seemed to be getting off on it, especially when Trey thrust his dick all the way to the short hairs in his sibling's big muscle ass. Incensed by the cock whore's easy acceptance of the situation Trey came up on his toes, dug his knees into Ryan's hips and began fucking him like a dog. This new position sent his dick through Ryan's shitter from a new angle. Planting his hands on the new superstar's broad shoulders, Trey pushed him down so his head was resting on his forearms, his monstrous ass propped up and taking a beating. Trey tore into him with reckless abandon, wanting to do real damage but Ryan, having been the recipient of Lombardo's savagery of late, was easily taking everything he had to offer. The harder Trey fucked, the more he battered that damnable clit and Ryan's relief grew imminent. Out of nowhere strong, hairy arms encircled Trey, crisscrossed over his chest and thick, calloused thumbs massaged his erect nipples. A grizzly chin rested on his one shoulder, the side of a man's face pressed up against his own. Stunned, Trey craned his neck and looked into the sparkling, mischievous eyes of Lombardo! The sinister ex-con chuckled when Trey froze in his arms. "Don't recall givin' you permission to fuck my bitch," he taunted as he tweaked the jock's pert nubs. "B-Bardo!" Trey stammered. The verbal exchange brought Ryan up on his hands again and looking back at the other two. "And you," Lombardo went on, catching Ryan's eye. "Thought I warned you against fucking around on me. Tsk Tsk, Ryan." Real fear showed in Ryan's baby blues. "But it's not like that, Lombardo. I swear." Lombardo snickered again. He was thoroughly enjoying the discomfort of the two husky teens. Having returned to the estate after his janitorial duties at the high school following the football game he detected heated sounds coming from the gym and cautiously sauntered over to investigate. A sinister smile spread across his ruggedly handsome face when he discovered the Baldwin boys engaging in the act. Leaning against the doorframe he watched while massaging his prominent bulge. Soon he was quietly stripping down and maneuvering around exercise equipment to join the little fuckers, big randy dick leading the way. "Ryan's been a baaaaaaaaad boy," Lombardo breathed into Trey's ear. Ryan's cute face was drawn in a fearful frown and he shook his head from side to side in protest. "Fuck him! Fuck him hard! Show him who the real stud is in this family. Tear that fuckin' pussy up!" Lombardo's nasty words of encouragement produced the desired effect. Gnashing his teeth Trey grabbed a handful of Ryan's short blond hair, yanked back his head and proceeded to tear into his asshole. Ryan grunted and groaned in protest, his muscular body quivering each time the driving head of his brother's cock hit that secret spot deep inside. Lombardo goaded the fucking teen on, maddeningly working his tits between his calloused fingers, chewing on his ear lobes and stuffing his wet, sloppy tongue inside. Trey was so turned on he was like putty in the conniving con's hands, never anticipating the sudden change of events. While one boy pounded the other with a sledgehammer-like force Lombardo slyly greased up his horse-meat with saliva and positioned it at Trey's flexing asshole. Holding the boy tightly against him he picked his moment and lunged. Trey froze and bellowed as twelve inches of thick, hard cock drove up his virgin hole. Lombardo made loud, guttural sounds as he shifted his hips from side to side, boring the big thing through the teen's tight, clutching chasm. Trey bucked and rocked, but Lombardo held him in a tight grip and had no intention of stopping until the boy was totally impaled. Trey howled when the handyman's crotch hairs pressed against the inner slopes of his boy buns and instantly shot his load into Ryan's boiling bowels. Lombardo felt the contractions around his big dick and knew the teen had seeded his bad brother. "Didn't think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?" he taunted playfully. "No! Bardo! Take it out! I can't!" Trey pleaded. "Sure ya can," Lombardo responded evilly as he began moving himself through Trey's smoldering innards. His big man's hands roamed all over Trey's smooth, athletic torso while his tongue erotically sloshed about in the teen's ear. Ryan, meanwhile, crawled out from under Trey, the other boy's still rigid dick slipping from his brother-fucked hole. Turning to sit on his ample buttocks with stocky legs haphazardly cast out in front of him, the muscular youth propped himself up on elbows and interestedly observed as Trey got skewered by the nefarious ex-con. Lombardo moved in and out of Trey's compact boy hole with casual and meticulous aplomb. He had broken in more than one boy in his delinquent life and knew exactly how to handle the eldest Baldwin scion. Moving his hips with a sort of grace he worked his big man tool over Trey's prostate, causing the impaled youth to moan despite the initial bout of pain he was suffering. Trey purposely clamped his inner muscles down hard around the invading tool in a foolhardy attempt to extract it but the boy's forced tightness felt awesome around Lombardo's cock. He glided it through the teen's previously undefiled channel like a hot knife sinking into soft butter. The entirety of his twelve massive inches slid deep up into the tarnished quarterback, causing Trey to cry out each time it nested inside him. "Pl-please Lombardo, take it out!" the handsome teen sobbed. Lombardo chuckled in return. "Just when you're startin' to like it?" When Trey shook his head wildly in protest he went on, "Sure you are. Think I can't tell when a young upstart is grooving on my dick fat dick?" And, sure enough, Trey's ravaged rectum had begun working with Lombardo's ministrations instead of against them. His inner muscles had relaxed enough to let the hard, luscious cock freely glide through him but greedily clutched around it on the outstroke. Rather than mournful blubbering he was now emitting long, low sounds of intense sexual pleasure. Each time the big shaft rode over his prostate Trey shivered like he'd received an electric jolt, an entirely new and pleasurable sensation for him. "No! No!" he gushed, heatedly licking his lips and rolling his eyes. "Yes! Yes!" Lombardo hissed. His lips pressed against Trey's sweaty neck and sucked hard, purposely leaving his mark for all to see. Despite their predicament, Ryan had his mitt wrapped around his organ and was flogging himself to the beat of Lombardo's intensified thrusts. For a change he was the jealous one. Although lately Lombardo treated him like a side of beef he knew all too well how that big beautiful dick felt slamming against his torturous button. At the moment it was twitching worse than ever and in need of something long and hard. Cripes, right now he'd even consider riding the handlebars of the stationary bike! "Get yourself up and over here!" It was Lombardo barking an order to him. Ryan obediently scurried to his feet and went to stand beside the bigger man crouched over his brother. Lombardo paused to look the hunky teen up and down. Damn, but he sure was a beauty! And the kid was his, all his. Sliding his long, vein-gnarled dick out of Trey's fuckhole he kneeled to one side of the freshly broken jock. "Got him opened up good. Now get in there and fuck your brother." Ryan's eyes shot wide. Trey's head whipped to look behind him with a shocked expression on his sweat-sheened face. "N-no," Ryan stammered. "I don't want to!" Lombardo' face clouded and his eyes grew cold. Through gritted teeth he commanded, "I told you to fuck your brother's cunt hole, boy. Now do it!" Ryan swallowed hard, knowing it was fruitless to defy the man. Assuming position he hunched down low and, grasping Trey by the hips, lined his youthful hardon up with his brother's bull's eye. "Don't you dare stick that fuckin' thing in me!" Trey shouted out to him, but his mandate waxed feeble. "Sorry, bro," was all Ryan could manage before slipping his teen dick through the pulsing mouth of his brother's clutching asshole. "Fuck him!" Lombardo commanded. His lust-crazed eyes were trained on the point of entry, proud of the boy when Ryan bottomed out in the other jock. "Fuck him hard!" Ryan wasn't surprised by the older man's order. Seemed it was the only way Lombardo knew how to fuck lately. Knowing better than to defy the schemer Ryan began hoisting his pretty dick out and into Trey's slick ass. Although shouting all sorts of vile things at him Trey was actually doing very little to prevent the forced fuck. The more he verbally abused Ryan, the angrier the brawny teen became. He unleashed his rage on Trey's asshole. Displaying youthful vigor Ryan pounded his cock forcefully into Trey's tight hole, pumping him hard and fast. Trey was beating his fists on the rubber mat covering the basement floor, his sporty body twitching with agony and unexpected ecstasy. The head of Ryan's dick jammed way up into his guts time after time, shooting bolts of rough manly pleasure through his flailing body. This certainly wasn't the way he planned things but getting fucked turned out to be raw and primal, just the way guys were supposed to be. The way he had always been. The fact that his despised brother was the one giving him an ass pounding made it all even more deliciously depraved. Satisfied with his protege's performance, but not one to be left out of the loop for long, Lombardo came up to stand behind Ryan. The rippling musculature of young Ryan's back and clenching ass had his dick straining with uncontained desire. He dropped a strain of saliva onto the upper dimple of the boy's butt cleft and used his fingers to smear it down between those devilish cakes. Letting more spit land on his already-leaking cock Lombardo used his other to get his manhood nice and slick. Hunkering down he pressed his plump cockhead against Ryan's flexing hole. On the outstroke Ryan paused to allow Lombardo entrance and, once the head popped through, he wickedly sucked it inside. Sighing huskily, Lombardo wrapped his muscular arms around the strapping football player and allowed the boy's ass to devour his cock down to the root. Ryan let out a satisfied moan when the sizable stalk glided over his ultra-sensitive boy clit and began riding the pleaser for all his worth. As he shoved his big ass back and forth against Lombardo's groin his own dick was gliding in and out of Trey's fuck hole. It was an entirely new sensation for him and one he was quickly growing to enjoy. Lombardo held onto Ryan's sinful hips and let him do all the work. Each time the boy butted up against him his manhood slid deep into warm, mushy guts. Ryan moved like a wildling, frantically impaling himself on the vein-gnarled horse cock. Lombardo could already feel his load boiling in his hefty ball bag. From the moment the robust teen seduced him his first day on the estate all those months ago, coaxing the ex-con to fuck him in the garage over the hood of his father's car, Ryan had proved to be an adventurous piece of ass. The kid might be a big football hero and a hit with the girls but he was insatiable for cock. The manner in which he was skewering himself on Lombardo's substantial protuberance certainly proved that point. It was something of a chain reaction when the three frenetic fornicators reached the limit of their endurance. Trey was the first to blow. As a first-timer to untold anal pleasures his prostate was sending all the right signals to his rigid teen prick. Panting like a dog with his tongue lolling out one side of the mouth his baby blues rolled backed in his head, his body convulsed and steamy jism jetted out from his cock in wave after wave, marking the rubber mat below him. Trey's sphincter greedily clutched Ryan's prick as he came, his insides tightly squeezing the younger brother's fuck tool. With Trey going wild on his cock and Lombardo's big boy working his boy-clit Ryan jerked back his head and squirted his load up the other teen's ass. At the same time greedy pleasure seared through Lombardo's loins and, with a heavily masculine sigh, his big sweaty balls blasted heavy, lust-heated man-scum into Ryan's cock stuffed bowels. Trey buckled and Ryan stretched across his sex-drenched form while tenderly nuzzling the back of his brother's sweat-drenched neck. For a time, at least, the two rivals were at peace with one another. For a moment Lombardo was taken by the beauty of the two handsome jocks in after-sex bliss. While doing his duties at the local high school he'd looked around, but the Baldwin's were the hottest among all the teen ass. And now they were both his to fuck whenever he wished. Indoctrinating the elder brother into his fuck games had been unexpected but fit in nicely with his ultimate domination over the entire family. All that remained was the nerd, Lucas. But he was a meek little runt and posed no real trouble; Lombardo could easily overpower that boy and make him squeal. The mistress of the house, the rich bitch who had stupidly given him the job, was always jetting off to some place or other. Rarely around, she had no idea how he had taken over. But she would find out. Soon. He'd fuck her. Bareback, the way he liked it. Force Miles to watch. Maybe the boys, too. He'd shoot his filthy cum into her affluent pussy. Then he'd fuck her up the ass. Down the throat. Make her eat his hairy ass while Miles sucked his dick to keep it nice and hard. Then he'd fuck her again. And again. He'd fuck her stinking rich cunt morning, noon and night, for days on end until he'd impregnated her. And she wouldn't get rid of his lowlife baby. He'd see to that. He'd make sure the bitch gave birth to his kid. All his work here would have culminated in the biggest revenge on the wealthy and over-privileged, those who'd always looked down their aristocratic noses at the likes of him. And then he'd simply leave. He had considered taking Ryan with him but realized the boy would be a liability he couldn't afford. Canada, maybe. Or perhaps Mexico. With his dark, good looks he would easily fit in there. Of course he'd take a nice chunk of Baldwin change with him. By then they'd pay anything to be rid of him. In the meantime, while awaiting the birth of his bastard brat, he'd fuck them all, day in and day out. The Baldwin's would become his personal harem. With a smug, satisfied look on his sinister face Lombardo grabbed hand's full of Ryan's ass mounds and roughly squeezed while grinding his huge dick around in the jock's cum-drenched hole. Ryan whimpered into this brother's ear, his pliant pussy grasping Lombardo's thick cock. And Lombardo obliged by fucking him once again. He fucked them both, simultaneously, shooting his seed this time into Trey shortly before their ears detected the rest of the family returning home. It was only then that he released them. The brothers scrambled for their clothes, haphazardly tossing them on. Lombardo was amused by the sheepish looks the two gave each other the whole while. When they left the gym it was Ryan who had to assist Trey, who appeared to have suddenly gone bow-legged! Lombardo snatched up the discarded bottle of booze from the floor and threw himself across the bed in his quarters, hairy legs crossed at the ankles and towering dick still hard and reaching for the ceiling. Sparking the blunt he'd scarfed from one of the other janitors he became pleasantly high on mediocre weed and prime liquor, all of which helped to enhance his diabolical plans for the future. He could hardly wait to get started. Coming next: the conclusion of Baldwin & Sons.