Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2015 11:36:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The New Recruit

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*****

Simon had seen the pic of me with Randy on Facebook. It was stupid, I
should have changed my privacy settings, but too late - he'd spotted the
pic of us from last summer, out by the pool, shirtless and still dripping,
arms round each other as we grinned at the camera. Fuck. I knew the look on
his handsome, older face - it was the same look he gave me, and just about
any other hot young dude his eyes came across. Coveting, appreciative,
hungry. I didn't mind, I wasn't the only well-built young stud he kept
close at hand for his amusement, and I'd never been the jealous type. But
the way he looked at Randy, the questions he asked, the insinuations, kind
of put my back up a bit. Brought out the protective big brother in me. Made
me a little uncomfortable, too, the things he asked in his clever,
roundabout way. Making me think thoughts about my hot kid brother that I
really shouldn't be - not that it had ever stopped me before...

I'd met Simon at UCLA, some networking thing at the film school, and only
later found that he liked to show up on campus, his alma mater, for a
little dude-shopping. Replenishing his stables, so to speak. He was a
bigshot movie producer and director, sitting on hundreds of millions of
bucks from that long-lived, twice-rebooted major action franchise. Everyone
knew he liked a young, hot dude, and I was flattered that he sought me
out. Found myself easily accepting his invitation, and I'll be damned if he
didn't know ways to make me come like I'd never come before. Yeah, he as
older, yeah, a little soft around the middle, but I was learning a lot
about the business, making damn good money and connections, bonding with
the other guys he kept around, and spending my free time traveling the
world on private planes and big pleasure yachts.

Like now, down here in New Zealand, while everybody else froze back home in
a grim, snowy winter. Only a couple of the guys were along for this trip,
Simon kind of distracted with a big shoot here, the next instalment of the
franchise, with a lot riding on it. But there was a new face now, my little
brother. Randy. He'd jumped at the opportunity to come hang with me, meet
this Hollywood legend, get a taste of the glamorous lifestyle. And Simon
seemed content to just admire his sexy young athlete's form, his
hard-carved, lithe swimmer's body, cute young good looks, the way he wore
the high-end designer swim trunks Simon preferred.

But I knew that wouldn't last long. I knew what Simon liked. Knew about his
brothers fetish, about the twins he'd had two years ago, who were now
making it big on some vampire show on the CW. Or maybe it was werewolves,
or witches, I didn't really go in for all that shit. I'd met them last year
though, almost like a passing of the torch, sandwiched between their naked,
muscular, talented bodies as Simon watched us explore and pleasure each
other. Playing their "little brother" for his pleasure, and finding out I
loved it. Shit, sometimes when Simon was out of town, me and the twins
still got together, still played brother games. They knew about Randy, and
they'd given me the friendly heads-up about what would be in store.

I didn't know how to bring up the possibility to my little bro. How to
prepare him for that level of kink, what he might need to do. But I could
feel the subtle pressure from Simon, and I knew something was
inevitable. Worst of all - or maybe best of all - I knew I was up for the
challenge. I'd shot a lot of cum over the years with idle fantasies about
it, I don't mind admitting that, but the reality was scary. Shit, I didn't
even know if Randy would be willing to even try it out. So here we were,
tanning on the deck of the speedboat, while the other two dudes with us on
this trip cruised us around. Me trying to think of a way to broach the
topic with my little bro. But like he sometimes did, he surprised me.

"So, when's Simon gonna try something on with me, bro?" he asked. I looked
over at him, surprised, but his eyes were closed. No expression. I
swallowed hard.

"Uh, well, what makes you think..."

"Come on, Trav," he chuckled, cracking one eye open to look at me. "You
telling me he flies you around the world, bought you that sweet Audi and
gets you a credit on his movies just `cos you're a smart young dude?"

I blushed, hard. We'd never talked about that, either. But of course he
knew.

"Dude, Simon has some... particular interests," I eventually said. He
grinned.

"I got that. Brothers is his thing, yeah?" He looked at my expression, and
laughed, giving me a playful nudge with his elbow. "Dude, I'm cute, not
stupid."

"Well... what do you think of that... little bro?" I said, huskily.

He looked at me, then slowly rolled onto his side. Looked me up and down,
appraisingly. Like Simon did, but not the same way, like he was checking
out an expensive painting or an Italian sports car he coveted. This was my
little brother, giving me the slow up and down, like a man. Smiling. And
fuck me, if I didn't see a slow rise in those hot little swim trunks he
wore. He looked up, saw that Brody and Brady - yeah, really - were busy
whooping it up at the controls, and leaned in.

"I think this is going to be a super fun trip, big bro," he murmured in my
ear, over the roar of the engines, and stunned me with a kiss. His hand
resting on my abs was like fire. Like an electrical signal direct to my
cock, as I kissed him back, instinctively at first, then hungrily. Looking
at him to be sure, seeing that he was. Very sure, in fact, as he reached
for my hand, placed it over that big, growing young bulge, smiling.

That evening, Simon got the show he'd been looking for, watching me and my
little brother - not so little anymore, I realised as I undressed him, and
not inexperienced either, the way he kissed and touched me - come
together. The moans, the grunts, the whispers. My bro's hot young lips
sinking down the big shaft of my cock, to my trimmed bush. The feel of the
muscled, tight mounds of 18-year-old ass in my hands, showing Simon his
deep cleft, the tight gleam of his hole. My tongue at that hole, tasting
him, devouring him, as I fisted my superhard big brother hardon. The way he
reared back against my chest as I sank home inside him, to the root in my
brother's hole. Cherry, he'd told Simon. That wasn't strictly true - me and
Randy had spent some time prepping in the big stateroom before Simon got
back. Fucking each other for our own pleasure, not his. Finding that we
could get into Simon's kinky groove very well indeed. But he didn't need to
know that.

The slow thrust and grind of our young, muscled brother bodies together had
Simon's big mature dick gleaming with precum as he fisted it, watching us,
entranced, in lust, in awe. And when I fucked the cum out of my hot little
brother, the husky, needful way he moaned my name, called me his big bro,
and kissed me, nearly sent our benefactor right over the edge. But not
quite. My baby bro was just as creative as me, and as we'd arranged as we
made out in the steamy glow of our first ever session together this
afternoon, planning out how we'd do this, I stroked the cum out of him,
into his cupped palm, as I shot my own load up inside him. Cream-pied his
hole, for Simon to see, then slid my sticky, dripping cock back inside to
drive the last of the cum from my baby bro's big young balls.

Then, slowly, detaching from each other, naked and dripping and aglow with
sweat, we approached the man. Randy leaned in, thanked Simon for inviting
him to join us, and kissed him on the lips, soft and sweet. Then he brought
his cupped palm, brimming with his hot young cum, to Simon's lips, and
slowly fed it to him as the man started to come himself. He sprayed us as
we kissed one another, smiling, genuinely into each other, not just doing
it for show. Maybe that's what kinky ol' Simon had wanted all along - to
get us to fall for this, for each other. I didn't care, and neither did
Randy. Simon was taking us places, and we were both looking forward to the
ride.