Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 06:14:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Robby Joins the Crew-1 (Revised) Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you go to another site. Everyone have fun and enjoy. You are invited to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Robby Joins the Crew -1 "Jake?" my brother asked as he stepped into the doorway of my bedroom. "Yeah?" "Can I use your laptop?" "Why don't you use your own?" "I dropped it getting out of the car," Robby said with a frown. "It's all fucked up." "I bet Dad will be pissed," I laughed, "What is this, like, the third time you broke it?" "Second," Robby said with a scowl, "and don't tell him, please? I'll do it when he's in a good mood." "Good luck with that," I laughed. "With all that merger crap, he hasn't been in a good mood for weeks," "Yeah," Robby sighed, "But let me tell him, okay?" "Whatever." I nodded toward my desk and the laptop. "How's school going?" I asked softly. Robby had made the decision to join the "Crew," and I knew his first few weeks of school had to be a little rough. Starting out as a freshman is bad enough, but then to also be trying to get into the crew is crazy. Oh, the Crew is a group of twenty guys that practically run the school. Each year, five freshmen are offered a chance to join. I made it in last year, and Robby is trying to get in this year. We go to St. Adrian's, it's a boy's prep school tucked away in one of those semi-rural areas of the upper northeast. You know, rolling hills, and multimillion dollar homes hidden in the trees? It's the kind of place where money is taken for granted. I guess my family is the prime example when it comes to stuff like that. Dad started an internet business when he was in college, and before he graduated the company was huge. Ten years later, he sold it for a shit load of cash, and started all over again, doubling what he had before. This year, when I asked Dad if we needed to worry about the economy, he just laughed. Oh, by the way, I'm Jacob Hartwell the Third. Almost everybody calls me Jake. Our school was named after St. Adrian of Canterbury, and I guess his name is supposed to mean bravery. Like it matters! Robby and I jokingly call the place "St. Peter's" because of all the dick. I'm fifteen and Robby, is fourteen. Robby picked up the computer. "School? It's going okay, but my ass is a little sore. I got it three times today." One of the expectations of a guy being recruited is to do whatever he is told by a current member of the crew. That sometimes means you have to get on your knees and open your mouth; or drop your pants. I know its crude, but traditions die hard. "The guys will settle down after a couple weeks," I said reassuringly. "You're new, and cute, they all want to try you out." "I hope so," Robby said gently, then looked at me sadly. I motioned, and he came over to the bed, crawled on, and lay down next to me. I rolled over and gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear. "You know you don't have to do this." "I know, but I want to," Robby said softly. There was a quiet pause, "Besides, I kind of like getting it in the butt," he giggled. I laughed, "Like that's news?" He grinned at me. "Well, I guess it helps that I'm gay!" Robby had come out to Mom, Dad, and me when he was twelve. None of us were surprised. He was the kid that always played with Barbie dolls when he was little. I know, that doesn't make you gay, but in his case it told us a lot. "Yeah, last year was almost too much for me, us straight guys aren't used to sucking dick like you gay guys." I laughed. Robby giggled and scooted closer. "Why didn't you tell me about the Crew before this summer?" "You didn't need to know. I thought maybe one guy from our family was enough. Besides, I didn't know if the guys would invite you in." "I'm glad you finally told me," Robby smiled. "I am too," I said softly. Robby leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He had never done that before. "What was that about?" I said a little surprised. "My way of saying thanks, and I love you." Robby smiled, "is that okay?" he got a concerned look on his face. "Totally okay," I reassured him, and smiled back. "Now do your homework!" I said with authority and playfully pushed him away from me. Robby slowly got up from the bed, picked up the laptop and headed for the door. "Thanks, Jake," "Get out of here," I laughed. * * * * We call ourselves "The Crew," but there have been other names down through the years. Just like Yale has its secret club, the "Skull and Bones," I'm sure other schools have their tight knit group of assholes. I have to say that of the twenty guys that we allow in as members, they are the best of the best. Each guy has to demonstrate leadership, maintain grades, be active in athletics, show at least some creativity, and most of all is fun to be around. Oh, and yeah they have to have lots and lots of money! Chip Ravenswood is the head of the Crew right now. We elect a new leader every year, but sometimes a guy can be head for several years. Chip is not only smart, popular, and extremely good looking, but he knows how to lead. "Okay, guys!" Chip said loudly over the sound of a bunch of guys all talking at once. "I call this meeting to order." The room quieted down. "Just one item of business," he said, easily taking charge, "care and management of new recruits!" The room broke out in laughter, with a few hand gestures demonstrating how to pull a dick. One guy ran his finger in and out of a hole he made with the other hand. Everyone turned to look at the five freshmen sitting in the far corner of the room. Each of them blushed as attention was called to them. Chip had taken the unusual step of inviting them into the meeting. I suppose to reassure them that he meant business on this topic. Chip raised his hands, "we need to take things a little slower," he said as some in the room booed and whistled. "I'm serious now!" He said, quickly bringing order. "This club will only work if we have respect for each other when we're done and out of here. I won't have recruits treated badly! Next term they will be members, and will have earned their place. I expect everyone to follow the rules!" Chip stared around the room, and one or two guys avoided looking at him. "Are we clear?" He asked firmly, but not loudly. Heads nodded, and with a look at the freshmen and a small smile, he called the meeting closed. Most of the guys headed for the door. "Jake?" Chip called to me. "Yeah?" I said, turning to look at him. "I'm sorry, but Robby got it pretty good this week," "He did?" "Yeah, I talked to the guys that did it, and it won't happen again. Robby took what they gave him and didn't say a word. He's a tough little fucker!" "Yeah," I said softly, glancing in his direction. I was upset that I hadn't known what my brother had been going through. "Tell him next week will be better, okay?" "Yeah, thanks." * * * * School is mostly boring lectures, dull routine, broken by an occasional bit of fun. Now that I was a second year student, I had more free time and knew how to use it. It was time to have fun. Walking down the hall, I saw the guy I was looking for. He was fourteen, blond, and had a skater boy look. He always seemed to be smiling, showing off a set of really cute little dimples. I crossed the hall and nudged him in the direction of the bathroom. He gave me a quick look and then nodded. We turned in and once inside, I didn't waste any time. "I need your ass," "Yes, sir," the freshman said softly, without hesitation. Tommy Jenkins turned his back to me, undid his khakis, and let them fall to the floor. The remainder of his school uniform, light blue shirt, school tie, and black shoes stayed in place. Any recruit that wants to get into the Crew has to show members respect and that means doing what they are told without question. "Lose the boxers," The kid pulled down his underwear and blushed slightly as I looked at his perfectly formed, and very tight, rear end. In a moment I had my own pants down and was hard. I took a small tube of lube out of my backpack and greased up. "Grab the sink," Jenkins waddled a few steps, pulled up his shirt exposing his ass, grabbed the bathroom sink, and waited. It was something he had done numerous times since school started just two weeks earlier. In a school of equals, where all are wealthy, there is a very small and exclusive club of the super wealthy. Kids that want into this group have to come from families where fourth and fifth houses, private planes, and so much money they can't count it, are common. Oh and yeah, their yachts usually cost more than their houses. The names of these families open doors in industry, government, and lots of places around the world. If you're a freshman at St. Adrian's, and want to join this club, you have to make a choice. You have to ask yourself one question. What would I be willing to do to be on the inside of a group like that? "I'd do anything," Tommy had said, when I asked him one summer day just before the start of term. He went on to explain that he knew what was expected. His older brother had given him enough details to know what he'd have to do. His brother had also been a Crew member. "You know you have to take whatever they want to give you for your first year?" I asked Tommy. "Yeah, no problem," "After that, YOU get to give it to the new guys for the next three." Tommy had made up his mind, and became one of our recruits. That's why his pants were down, and he was being bent over, because I needed to get off. "Open your cheeks," "Don't hurt me, please?" "In the past two weeks, have I ever hurt you?" "No, I guess not," He said softly. "Okay then, so spread `em," I said gently. Tommy reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart. I eased my dick up against his tight little slit. It wasn't a hole really, because it wasn't round and gaping like some of them get. I loved the feel of the kid's butt, all warm and quivering. I pushed forward. The head of my dick squeezed past his ring, and into his butt, the fat head stopping just inside. It was tight and hot in there. "Oh, fuck," Jenkins whimpered as I stuffed a few inches more into him. I held steady for a moment to let him get used to me, and then pushed deeper. He was going to have to take all seven inches. A grunt, another push, and then I was finally in up to my balls. "God, Jenkins," I grunted as I started to fuck his little butt, "You're tighter than Jacobson, and he's practically got a girl's ass." The kid didn't say another word as I steadily fucked in and out of his hole. He whined a little, but that was about it. I glanced over my shoulder once and a while to see if anyone was coming into the bathroom, but didn't really care if they did. It wouldn't be a surprise to see two kids fucking or giving a blow job. In fact they'd probably stop and watch. The professors never came into the student baths so that wasn't a problem. There might be an occasional cleaning person, but they were well paid to keep their mouths shut about what happened at the exclusive school. "Push your ass back," I groaned, thrusting my cock into Tommy again and again. My shaft glistened with the lube and with his ass juices. I loved watching my shaft part his butt cheeks as it burrowed into his tunnel. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back harder onto my dick. I twisted and turned it a few times as I sodomized him, loving the feel I got when I slid up his ass. The lube made a soft squishing sound as I reamed him. We fucked for a few minutes more, my dick slamming into his ass again and again. The goal wasn't tender love making, it was to get me off. I was horny and needed a hole, and Tommy's was the most convenient. "Almost there," I finally groaned as I pumped him harder. "grip my dick with your ass lips," I urged, and I felt Tommy try to clamp his ring down tighter. "Yeah, that's it, suck my dick with your pussy," I sighed, slamming in one more time, starting to shoot my load. "Ah, fuck!" I grunted as my nuts squeezed tight. Four hot spurts of cum shot out the end of my dick and deep up Tommy's rear end. He whimpered a little as I filled his butt with cum. My cock twitched a couple of times and Tommy squeezed back down on me. Then it was over. I held myself all the way inside him. His hole, sloppy with juice, still felt incredible. We stayed like that for a moment, Tommy bent over, my dick firmly up his ass. After catching my breath, I sighed, and slowly pulled my cock back. Tommy whimpered as the head of my dick pulled against his ring. Then, it finally popped free. I watched as a trickle of cream slipped from the kid's ass and rolled down his crack. "Shit, that was good," I whispered, as Tommy slowly got up and turned around. He didn't look up at me; I assumed he was embarrassed at having just been bent over and fucked. "Clean me up," I said gently as he stared at my greasy and slightly stained cock. The kid reached for some paper towels. I was tempted to force him to his knees and make him suck it clean, but I let him use the paper instead. He gently wiped off my dick and patted my balls dry. Once I was cleaned up, he looked at me as if to ask `anything more?' "Give it a kiss and then you can get going," I said softly. Tommy got down on his knees, gave my cock a couple of licks, one long suck, and a gentle kiss on the tip. Then he looked up. "Okay," Pull your pants up and head to class. "Yes Sir," he said softly. "Oh, and Jenkins?" "Yeah?" "You did fine!" Tommy grinned, "I did?" "Yeah, you're a natural." Tommy blushed and quickly pulled himself together. "Thanks Jacob," he said to me. "That's Hartwell to you!" I said firmly. "Yes, sir," he said softly, looking to the floor. "When you get in, you can call me Jake; I smiled and gave him a little hug." Tommy grinned. * * * * I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but later that day, when I walked into the locker room, I found my brother naked on his hands and knees on a pile of towels. There was a kid at each end, fucking him in both his holes. I stopped where I was and stepped back around the corner where I could watch, but not be seen. I've seen my brother naked ever since we were little, that wasn't new. But I had never seen him having sex. "Oh yeah, Hartwell, suck that dick," Ryan Sorenson said as he pushed his cock into my brother's mouth. "You've got a great ass," Stephen Martinson said pushing his penis as far as he could up Robby's butt. I watched in fascination as Robbie sucked dick while getting fucked up the ass. Stephen was pounding him pretty good from the back, and Ryan was holding his head in place up front. They were really getting into it. Once, Robby pulled Ryan's dick out of his mouth, licked and stroked it a few times, and then went back down on it. Ryan smiled, apparently pleased with Robby's enthusiasm. Stephen never seemed to miss a beat thrusting his dick firmly up Robby's rear end, pulling back, and doing it again. I saw Robby wiggle his ass as Stephen pulled all the way out for a moment, and then plowed back in. It looked like Robby really wanted Stephen's cock in there. As I watched, I also noticed was that Robby was incredibly hard. All six and half inches of his boy cock was standing firm. "Shit, he loves this!" I said to myself as I watched the teens suck and fuck. Robby's mop of black hair flopped back and forth as he was fucked at both ends. I thought back to when I was a freshman and why I had done the stuff the other guys asked. I knew I had done it because I wanted to be one of the guys on the inside. Maybe Robby wanted that too, but he on the other hand, looked like he was having fun getting there. "Gonna shoot," Ryan finally said, his cock still deep in Robby's mouth. He grunted, pushed Robby's head down on his dick, and closed his eyes. From the look on Robby's face, I knew he was getting a mouthful of Ryan's jizz. "Yeah, swallow it!" Ryan groaned as he thrust his hips forward. Robby took the full length of his penis down his throat. Ryan grunted one more time and then relaxed. "Me too," Stephen groaned, rabbit fucking Robby's ass a couple of more times and then apparently shooting his load. He gripped my brother's waist and rutted. The sounds of teen sex bounced off the locker room walls. "Oh shit," one of the guys moaned, as the other made little whimpering noises. Then it was quiet. "Damn, you're a great little fuck!" Stephen said softly, catching his breath. He ran his hand through his hair as if to straighten up and then slowly pulled his dick out of Robby's ass. Robby licked his lips as he cleaned the last of the cum off Ryan's cock. He then sat back on his heels and looked up, almost like a little puppy. "Do you need anything else?" Robbie asked politely. "No, you can shower and get dressed." "Thank you, sir," Robby said with a blush. It was obvious he was really getting into this shit, his dick was still hard, and he couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, and if you're stopped by any other members, you can tell them that you've done your duty for today. Give them my name," Ryan said with a tender smile. "Thanks," Robby laughed, "My ass could use a rest." I felt a twitch in my pants and couldn't help but think how hot it had been to watch my brother suck and get fucked. "I had never thought of him as a piece of ass, but fuck he is cute!" I thought, adjusting my dick. I also couldn't help but be proud of the way he was going at this. I knew if he kept on like this he'd make it into the Crew. I stepped back out of the locker room, this time banging the door as I entered. Robby looked at me from the shower and smiled. "Just getting cleaned up," he yelled out the door to me, "wait up and I'll be right there." I saw his dick was still hard and wondered if he was going to jerk off. I nodded. "Take your time," I yelled back. "Take all the time you need." * * * * Well, this is a start to what might be a small series. If you want to see more chapters, then please write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with suggestions, story ideas, and encouragement. Thanks Jon.