Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 05:30:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby Joins the Crew -9

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Robby Joins the Crew -- 9

I glanced at my watch, then touched my ring to the red dot on the
wall. Once the laser did its scan, the latch on the door to the Crew's
meeting room slid away and I walked in. At ten minutes before two, I knew I
was just a little early for my meeting with Chip, but History had been
cancelled because Dr. Eaton was ill. I flopped down on one of the couches
and glanced at the flat screen hanging on the far wall. The sound was
turned too low for me to hear anything, but that was all right, truth be
told, I wasn't in the mood to watch it anyway.

"Jake!" Chip called as he walked in a few minutes later, "How's it going?"

"Good," I laughed, "But there's always too much work and not enough time,"

Chip grinned. "You gunning for top stud?"

"Top Stud" was the term we used for the guy that ended up with the highest
grade point average each semester. I was always in the running, but could
never quite capture the top spot.

"Nah, just doing what I always do, giving it a shot and seeing what
happens."

We both laughed.

Chip nodded in the direction of the large mahogany meeting table at the far
end of the room. He took his usual place at the head, and I pulled up the
chair to his right. He reached over to the credenza along the wall,
unlocked the top drawer, and pulled out a small box.

"The rings arrived," he said, opening the box and showing me five smaller
boxes inside.

Chip gave the contents of each box a look before he handed them to me for
inspection.

"They look good," I said, pleased at the craftsmanship.

"Ya," Chip smiled, at $5,000.00 each, they should. There was a small risk
ordering them before the actual vote was taken, but because it took so long
to get them, we had to plan ahead. Besides, if one kid was voted out, we'd
already have a start on the next year. I smiled as Chip put them away
again.

"Here are the sponsor sheets," I said, pulling out five pieces of parchment
like paper with calligraphy.

The name of the recruit was at the top, then came the list of the names of
all the current members of the Crew, with a line by each. The sheets would
be given to the recruits and they would then select a first, second, and
third choice of the person they wanted as their sponsor. I had been asked
to get them made up.

I asked Dad how to go about it, and he had suggested a person that
apparently had done it for years.

"Do you remember when you had to do this?" Chip asked softly, reading down
the list of names.

"Hell yeah," I laughed. "I knew right away who I wanted, but I took a week
to turn it back in. I worried about it all that time, mostly trying to
figure out a number two and three choice."

Chip laughed. "So, why did you choose me as your number one?"

I glanced down, "I had a feeling you might be elected to head the Crew," I
said softly, "and I admired the way you always handled yourself. So sure,
so calm," I whispered. "I guess in some ways I wanted to be like you."

Chip grinned, "Thanks, it's been great! I'm glad you chose me." He was
quiet for a moment.  "Did you know that Dr. Winters was your Dad's
sponsor?"

"No Way!" I laughed, "How do you know that?"

"Dr Winter's told me one time," Chip grinned. "Your Dad and he are real
tight."

"Yeah, I figured that. Whenever the headmaster calls, Dad's eager to speak
with him. I always thought he just liked the school."

We both laughed.

"I'll have to ask Dad to tell me more."

"What do you think it will be like a few years from now? You know, between
us? I sponsored you and all?"

I shook my head, "I don't know," I smiled, "you'll probably be a Senator,
always visiting the White House, and I'll be someplace busy spending Dad's
money I suppose."

Chip grinned, "It'll be fun to see how it turns out."

I nodded in agreement.

* * * *

The door to the meeting room opened and Ryan Sorenson walked in with Aiden
Jacobson. Ryan had his hand on Aiden's shoulder as he led him in like they
were long lost friends.

Ryan glanced in our direction and smiled. "Look what I found! You guys want
some of this?" he called to us as he motioned Aiden toward one of the
leather chairs.

Chip looked at me with a grin, apparently amused at Ryan's playfulness. I
shook my head. "No, I'm good," I laughed,

Chip waved his hand as if to say, "You go on ahead."

Ryan smiled and gave us a nod. Then he put his hand on Aiden's shoulder and
pushed down. Aiden knelt in front of him without a word, assuming the
"ready to serve" position with his mouth at zipper height.

Chip and I watched as Ryan undid his belt, pulled his zipper down and
fished out his dick. Aiden closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and waited
for the inevitable. Ryan didn't keep him waiting long. He took a step
closer and slowly rubbed his cock head back and forth on Aiden's
outstretched tongue.

"Mmm, nice and wet," Ryan mumbled as he swished his cock around in a
circle. "Okay, time to suck," he whispered and pushed forward.

Aiden closed his lips around Ryan's dick and went to work. Chip and I heard
the sounds of slurping and sucking as we turned back to our conversation.

"So, I'll pass out the sponsor sheets after the vote," Chip said.

"Okay. We're doing it like last year?" I whispered, as Aiden gagged a
little on the dick going down his throat.

"Yes, one black ball and they're out!" Chip nodded.

"Got it!" I said, glancing over at Ryan. He had a pretty good motion going,
his hips pumping as he thrust his cock in and out of Aiden's mouth.

The Crew would hear from each of the recruits about why they wanted to be
members, what they would bring to the club, and what they hoped to do later
in life. The Crew would then excuse them from the room and vote. Each
member would be given five white marbles and five black ones. When each
kid's name was brought forward, a small velvet pouch would be passed
around, and the members would place either a white marble or a black one in
the bag. The contents would be poured out, and if there was one black
marble, the kid would be out. Yeah, that's where the term `blackballed'
comes from.

Each recruit that was voted in would be given a sponsor sheet, and they
would have seven days to mark it and return it to Chip. Then the sponsors
would be notified and would have to agree to take on that responsibility.

To be a sponsor meant that you had to be a friend, mentor, and the most
trusted member of the Crew you could be, to your recruit. Oh, and one more
thing, during the ceremony the recruit had to willingly give himself to his
sponsor sexually one last time. When they were done, the recruit would get
his ring, would become an equal with his sponsor, and a full member of the
Crew.

Aiden gagged again. Apparently Ryan had pushed a little too far, it sounded
disgusting. Besides, the noise was disturbing our concentration.

"Ryan," I called out, "Can't you see the kid doesn't like it in his mouth?
Give us all a break, and just shove it up his ass!"

Chip tried to hold back a laugh, but couldn't.

Ryan stopped mid stroke, pulled his dick out of Aiden's mouth and looked
down. "That right? You don't like it in your mouth?"

Aiden nodded slightly, wiping some moisture from his eyes, apparently
trying to hold back tears. It was clear he was almost to the point of
crying. But he hadn't objected; he was doing his best to do what he had
been asked to do.

"Okay, okay," Ryan sighed, "Drop `em and bend over."

Aiden blushed. Then stood up, undid his belt, unzipped and pushed his pants
and underwear to the floor. He pulled up his shirt and blazer so Ryan could
get at his ass. Then he bent over the arm of the leather chair, offering up
his rear end.

Chip looked at me and snickered as we saw Ryan drop his pants and duck walk
up behind Aiden.

He lubed his cock, and then the kid's hole. I loved the part when Ryan's
finger went up Aiden's butt. The freshman smiled, like he had just been
handed a piece of candy. Ryan positioned his dick firmly against the tiny
opening in the center of the kid's crack.

"Ass is better anyway," Ryan said under his breath as he resigned himself
to getting a fuck, instead of the blow job he had been planning on.

Chip and I watched as Ryan slowly pushed forward, burying his shaft deep in
Aiden's rear end.

"Kid's got a nice ass," Chip whispered as Ryan's dick slowly disappeared.

"It's tight, too." I grinned.

Chip chuckled, "Yeah, I did him after soccer practice one day."

I laughed, "So did I!"

We both smiled.

"He's a nice fuck," Chip said softly, "but then again, so were you!"

"The night I got my ring I thought I was going to die of embarrassment
though." I laughed.

"Yeah, you really have to want to get in to let yourself get fucked in
front of all the other guys," Chip grinned. He paused. "While you where
busy blushing, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it up."

"Shit," I laughed, "You were so damn hard that night, you almost couldn't
get that fat thing of yours into me!"

Chip smiled, "but you finally managed to take it."

I nodded, "Yeah, but it sure as hell wasn't easy. There were a couple of
times I wondered, `what the fuck was I thinking?' I guess I never thought
about how big a dick you had when I chose you! It was a good fuck though."

We both laughed.

"It was one of our best!" Chip smiled, and I agreed.

Aiden grunted, as Ryan slammed his dick balls deep up his ass. In fact, the
sound of Ryan's balls slapping against the kid could be heard from across
the room. Ryan was starting to get into it, and he was fucking him for all
he was worth.

Seeing the freshman bent over the arm of the chair, Ryan's cock stuffed up
his baby soft ass, made my dick hard. But, ever since the weekend with
Robby, I hadn't touched a recruit, and told myself that I wouldn't. I did
give the guys things to do, fetching and carrying for me, doing some of my
chores, stuff like that, but nothing sexual. Tommy was really frustrated
that I wouldn't let him suck me off. He asked me nearly every day if there
was `anything I needed.'

"Want to fuck again sometime, you know, for old time's sake?" Chip asked
with a smile.

Robby and I were becoming closer than we had ever been in our
lives. Friends, lovers, brothers, all seemed to be melting into the same
wonderful thing.

"Maybe, but Robby and I are dealing with some stuff," I said quietly
looking at Chip, "can I have a rain check on that for a while?"

"Robby still want you as a boyfriend?" Chip asked.

"Yeah, something like that."

Chip smiled, and gave me a slight nod. "Whatever it is, I hope it works out
for you guys."

"Thanks."

Ryan groaned as he pounded Aiden's rear end. The kid pushed back onto the
cock reaming his ass, clearly wanting more of it up there. Ryan's coat and
tie were swinging wildly as he slammed his dick into Aiden's tight
hole. His ass clenching as he thrust from side to side. From the sound of
things, Ryan was getting close, and Aiden was even closer. Sure enough, a
moment or two later, there was a grunt, and Aiden squirted. White gooey
streaks shot out the end of his dick onto the dark brown leather of the
chair, small creamy puddles forming on the seat as his sperm spilled out.

Ryan's final grunting moan of, "Oh shit!" signaled he too was there.

Chip and I watched as Ryan thrust into Aiden a couple of more times, his
legs apparently growing weak as his orgasm washed over him, and then he
stopped, exhausted.

"That looked like a good one," Chip chuckled, as Ryan made a final thrust
up Aiden's ass and slowly withdrew his dick.

"Yeah, the kid will probably be crapping cum for a week," I laughed,
staring at the smile on Aiden's face.

Ryan reached for his boxers and started to put himself back together.

"You sure you don't want some of this?" Ryan asked us both, as Aiden, still
bent over, waited for an answer.

I shook my head no.

Chip looked at the kid and grinned. "You have time to come to my place
tonight?" He asked Aiden, who seemed embarrassed to be quizzed while his
pants were still around his ankles and ass was sticking out.

"Yes, Sir," Aiden said quietly.

"Stop by about nine," Chip said softly, staring intently at the kid's rear
end, "and wear loose pants," he smiled. "I'm going to put my load up there
next to Ryan's."

Aiden blushed hearing the news he was going to get another butt fucking,
and then started pulling up his pants. I wondered what he thought about the
Crew using his ass for a cum dump, but then shrugged it off.

"Oh, and clean up that mess you left on the chair!" Chip laughed, glancing
at the creamy slime on the seat. "I don't want the next guy having to sit
down in that shit!"

As the guys left, Chip looked at me.

"So, we're all set?"

"Yeah, no problem." I smiled, "Two more weeks and we'll have our new
members."

Chip nodded and looked at his watch, "Time for class," He said, "Damn, time
sure goes fast when you're having fun."

We both laughed.

* * * *

About a week after my meeting with Chip, Robby crawled into my bed, and
snuggled close.

"The Crew votes tomorrow," he said softly.

"Yeah, I know," I whispered, pulling him to me, "Scared huh?"

Robby nodded. "If you get even one black one, you're out?" Robby asked
quietly.

"That's the way it works."

I was tempted to say more, like "there's only been one guy voted out in the
last twenty years, and that was Gregg Patterson." But, I knew the rules
said I couldn't talk about the vote.

I pulled Robby close and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.  "It'll be
all right, trust me!"

Robby hugged me. "I hope so."

* * * *

The Crew started arriving shortly after the last class. Chip called
everyone to order at about 4:15 p.m.

Chip laid out the agenda, reports from several committees, finance, social,
etc. and then would come the membership committee. When the other business
was done, each of the recruits was asked to stand in front of the group and
give their speech.

Aiden was first. He was clearly nervous. It was obvious he still hadn't
figured out what he wanted to do in life, and ended up talking about
soccer. He did a decent job, but I didn't rate it as high as those I had
heard the year before.

Tommy was next. He thanked the Crew for helping him out with Gregg, and
then went on to explain how tough things had been since his Mom got
sick. He ended on a solid note, explaining what he wanted to do in the
future. He mentioned his brother had been in the Crew, I suppose in the
hope that it would get him a few more points.

Ian talked a little bit about his hopes for the future, and thanked those
involved with tutoring him in math. Though he never talked about his crazy
stunt with the medicine, he did say that he'd like to see the school start
a program for kids whose parents left them home alone a lot. I saw some of
the guys nod, acknowledging he had a good idea. I figured he'd have no
trouble getting in.

Between Tommy and Ian, the tone of the meeting had shifted a bit too much
toward the heavy and the serious. So, it was a relief when Mark stood
up. He was a good speaker. Half way through, it seemed as if we were
listening to a comedy act. He managed to turn the whole meeting around with
his jokes and antics.

Robby was last, and I could tell he was so scared, I worried he might pee
himself. He spoke very softly at first. Chip had to stop him, asking him to
speak up. Robby took a deep breath and started over. As he neared the end,
I was very proud. He was doing a good job.

"I really want to be a member of the Crew," Robby said, "my brother Jake is
awesome, and he's always trying to help someone." Robby's eyes seemed to
mist over. "Isn't that what this club is all about? Making a difference?"

Some heads nodded.

"If I can be half as good as my brother at that, I'll be happy," Robby
practically whispered.

The guys broke out in applause.

The recruits were excused from the room, then the membership chair spoke,
rating each recruit in terms of how well they had, or had not, met
expectations. All in all the recruits had gotten good marks for being
cooperative, courteous, maintaining grades, and doing what was asked of
them. One of the members raised his hand and asked if a recruit had a
brother that had been a member or was a member, did that change anything.

"We've always had kids that had brothers as members," Chip explained,
"though two brothers at the same time isn't real common." He looked back at
me, "Each recruit stands on his own merits! Vote them in or out without
thinking about who their brother is," He finally said.

The members were asked if they had anything they felt the rest of the Crew
needed to hear. Several guys looked around, but the room was quiet. I bit
my lip, trying to gauge the way things were going. I didn't think there
would be a problem with Robby, but the question about brothers nagged at
me, and turned my stomach a little sour. Finally, Chip called for the
vote. After fifteen long minutes we had made our way through the list. I
took in a deep breath and was relieved when the bag was emptied for Robby,
every marble was white. All this year's recruit class had been voted in.

Chip had the guys brought back into the room. I saw the worried looks on
their faces as they huddled together. When Chip told them they had all been
voted in there were smiles and giggles all around. Chip then went up and
congratulated each kid as he handed them a sponsor sheet.

Speaking to the entire membership, Chip reminded us what was expected of
both a recruit as well as their sponsor.

The new guys lined up, the rest of the Crew walked by them, shaking their
hand. I offered each member elect a quiet, "good luck," as I went down the
line. When I came to Robby, he couldn't hold back his smile.

I leaned close and whispered, "I knew you could do it!"

Robby grinned from ear to ear.

The final bit of business was the distribution of ballots to current
members for the election of next year's leader. The name would be announced
at the end of the initiation ceremony. Chip and the new guy would work
together for the remainder of the year. The new leader would officially
take over in the summer to start the recruiting process.

The meeting was adjourned and we were on our way.

* * * *

The ride back home was quiet. Robby turned the sponsor sheet over and over
in his hands.

"Big decision, huh?"

"Yeah," Robby said softly.

"I'm so proud of you," I whispered. Glancing up at Max, and seeing he was
busy with his driving, I leaned over and gave Robby a quick kiss on the
cheek.

Robby smiled and reached for my hand. When he had it, he gave it a little
squeeze. "Can we celebrate tonight?" He giggled.

"Like how?" I asked with a stupid grin.

"I bet we can think of something!" Robby laughed.

Dad was in his study when Robby and I walked by. "Robby?" he called out.

"Yes, Sir?" Robby said softly as he and I stopped in the doorway.

"Anything new at school?" Dad asked with a twinkle in his eye.

I was amazed at how much Dad knew about what was going on. "Oh, yeah!" I
thought, "Dr. Winters! I really have to talk to Dad about that!"

Robby blushed. I nudged him, and he looked at me as if to ask, "Are you
sure?"

I nodded.

Robby slowly held out the sponsor sheet, the color and the lettering a
distinct give away.

"Congratulations!" Dad smiled.

Robby really blushed. "Thanks," he whispered and blushed again.

I bumped Robby's arm. He took that as a hint to head to his room.

"He's worried about picking a sponsor," I said to Dad.

Dad nodded in understanding. "He'll figure it out."

I smiled. "Yeah, he'll make a good choice."

Dad grinned.

"Oh, you have to tell me about you and Dr. Winters sometime." I laughed,
"I'm dying to know!"

Dad rolled his eyes, "Well, that's a long story!" he laughed.

I grinned, and we both knew if he ever did tell me, it would probably be
long after I was out of school. He nodded and then sent me on my way, too.

That night, my brother and I cuddled in my bed and held each other, talking
long into the morning.

"Thanks for saying such nice things about me in your speech," I whispered
as I hugged Robby close.

"I meant it," he said softly. "Oh, and thanks for not getting with any of
the recruits for a while."

"What do you mean?" I laughed.

"They told me you haven't done stuff with them since we went to NY," Robby
whispered. "A couple of them were a little annoyed."

"Tommy," I said, and Robby giggled.

"He wants your cock so bad," Robby grinned.

We snuggled and talked some more. There were a few kisses, but even though
we had thought about celebrating earlier, we weren't really in the mood for
sex now. Our cocks were hard though, how could you be naked in bed and not
be? So, in the end we decided to jerk off. With a hand on each other's
dick, we kissed and stroked until the moment arrived. When we did shoot our
loads, our tongues were still comfortably deep in our brother's mouth. We
slept contented in each other's arms.

* * *

I suppose it was near noon when I heard the door to my room open. I rubbed
the sleep out of my eyes to see Dad staring at us in bed. Robby stirred. I
nudged him awake. Robby was face down and bare ass up. I covered my dick
with my hand.

Robby looked at me, and then at Dad. "Crew business?" he suggested as a
possible explanation.

It sounded so lame, that neither Dad nor I could hold back our laughter.

"I don't want to know," Dad smiled and turned to leave.

"Dad!" I said quickly.

Dad turned.

"It's more than that," I stuttered, not quite able to find the words, but
knowing he needed to know.

Robby looked at me as if for permission, but then just went ahead, "We're
boyfriends," Robby whispered.

Dad paused for a moment, "I wondered," he said softly. "Let's keep that
between us for now," he said gently. "I think you're mother is going to
need a little more time.

Robby and I looked at each other with wide eyes, "Mom!" we said at almost
the same time.

Dad laughed.


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The final chapter of this story is coming soon. I think this story will end
with chapter 10. Thanks to all those that have written me to offer
encouragement. Also thanks to Jon B. for story help with the last chapter
and Andrew for help with this one. Comments are welcome
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