Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2019 03:52:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Frobnitz <moose91762@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Roark Brothers Make a Porno

This story is a work of fiction. The names used were taken from people I
knew a long time ago, and the characters bear no conscious resemblance to
anyone I've ever heard of. They are totally a product of my own
imagination.

This story also depicts sex between minors, who happen to be brothers, and
just a little intimation of sex between unrelated minor boys, and an adult
man. If this sort of scenario is distasteful to you, or if it is illegal
for you to be reading or possessing such material in your jurisdiction, hit
the back key and go read something else.

You can write to me at moose91762@yahoo.com I can be found in the Prolific
Authors section under the name of "Ronald Frobnitz."

The Roark Brothers Make a Porno
by Dick Zucher

	Tom and Phil Roark had few secrets from each other. Hell, a couple
of years ago, when Phil was just 12 years old, 15 year old Tom caught his
younger brother playing with his little boner, and showed him how to do it
right. In less than two months, Phil was shooting cum, and Tom introduced
him to the joys of getting his cock sucked, Phil was eager to learn what it
was like to be on the other end of that, and soon became quite proficient
at the art of fellatio himself.

	As time went by, Tom had his own set of friends to play with, and
Phil had his. Phil managed to further his own sexual education without his
brother, and before long, he was an avid bottom, getting his cute little
ass fucked by a number of his playmates. Of course, as these experiments
tend to go, he was no stranger to sticking his own developing dick into his
friends' butts, either. Needless to say, Tom had developed similar skills
on his own.

	Nope, there was no secret to either boy that the other was gay,
although as they grew, sex between them had tapered off.

	Through one of his friends, Billy was his name, thirteen-and-a-half
year old Phil met a man known only as Mr. Tate. Mr. Tate had a photography
studio, and by day he took portraits of brides, graduates and families, but
by night . . . can you use your imagination on this one?

	That's right, Mr. Tate photographed boys in the nude, and Billy and
Phil were among his favorite models. Billy, because at 13, he sported a
whopping 7 inches, and Phil because he was willing to try just about
anything Mr. Tate suggested.

	Mr. Tate would drive Phil out to the outskirts of town and take
pictures of him in the great outdoors, sporting a four-inch hardon, looking
alluringly over his shoulder at the camera, or lying on his back with his
knees drawn up to show a delightfully hairless boy hole. These sessions
always ended with Phil getting his ass eaten out and his cock sucked,
although Mr. Tate resisted the temptation to try to get Phil to pleasure
him in any way. He got his pleasure from orally pleasing the boy.

	One day while working in the studio, in the course of conversation,
Mr. Tate asked Phil if he'd ever been fucked.

	"Oh, yeah. Lots of times," Phil replied. "Billy is really good at
it, and he likes me to fuck him, too."

	"Would you like to try doing it for the camera? Maybe even a
movie?"

	"We've talked about it, but Billy says no, he doesn't want to do
that," Phil said. "He's fine with posing nude, but he won't do sex stuff
with anybody watching."

	"That's too bad," Mr. Tate said. "That big cock of his would be
quite a draw, sliding into your pretty ass."

	"I might know someone who would do it," Phil said.

	"Is he as cute as you?" Mr. Tate wanted to know.

	"I don't know. He looks a lot like me, only three years older, at
least that's what Mom says," Phil answered.

	"Who is he, your brother?" the photographer asked.

	"Yeah. Tom and I have done lots of things together, but we've never
fucked."

	"Ooh, that would be hot," Mr. Tate said, licking his lips. "Two
brothers, one 13, the other, what, 16?"

 	"I'm 14 now, and Tom is almost 17," the boy replied.

	"Makes me hard just to think about it," Mr. Tate said, squeezing
his cock through his pants to emphasize the point.

	"I'll ask him," Phil said.

	"Make sure you're very discreet," he cautioned. "A wrong word
somewhere could get us all into trouble."

	"I know," Phil said. "Tom wouldn't tell on me, and I won't tell him
who you are until I get him to agree to do it."

	"Good boy," Mr. Tate said.


	And so it came to pass, Tom and Phil were taking their evening
showers – separately, but both naked – that Phil brought up the
subject in a roundabout way.

	"Hey, Tom, how come you've never fucked me?"

	"Huh?" Tom replied. "Where did that come from?"

	"We've done everything else together. You taught me how to jack off
when I was 12, then you taught me to suck dick, but you never even
mentioned fucking."

	"You're my little brother. Wouldn't that be kinda weird?" Tom
asked.

	"It's not like I haven't gotten fucked by other guys, and I'm sure
you've done it," Phil said. "So why not together?"

	"Look at my dick," Tom said. "I'm so much bigger than you, and
probably your little friends. I'd tear your butthole apart."

	"Nope, Billy's about the same size as you, and he fucks me."

	"But that's incest!"

	"And sucking each others dicks isn't?"

	"But . . ."

	"Hey, here's the deal. I know a guy." Phil explained. "He takes
pictures of me naked, and he'd like to make a movie of me getting
fucked. Billy won't do sex stuff for the camera. He poses nude, and we fuck
each other in private, but he won't do it for Mr. uh, the photographer."

	"You could get yourself into a lot of trouble doing that, you
know," Phil warned.

	"Maybe," Phil said, "but he'll pay a lot of money. He says teenage
brothers would be a big draw, whatever that means."

	Tom considered. "How much?"

	Phil told him. The figure he mentioned wasn't a huge amount, but it
seemed like a fortune to a teenager.

	"I don't know," Tom hesitated.

	"Maybe we should practice a little," Phil grinned and lay on his
back, drawing he knees up to show his brother what he'd be getting.

	"I, ah, oh, fuck! I'm gonna go to hell, anyways." He stroked his
seven inches to full hardness. "Where's the lube?"

	As always, the lube was in the top drawer of the nightstand by
Phil's bed, and soon the younger brother was greasing up his hole as the
older one lubed his cock.

	"Come and get me, bro," Phil invited.

	Tom came to the side of the bed where Phil lay with his butt
exposed and touched the head of his cock to his little brother's hairless
pucker.

	"Mmm," Phil purred. "I'm going to enjoy this."

	A little hesitant, Tom pressed his cock in a little.

	"You sure of this," he asked.

	"Very sure," came the answer. "Fuck me."

	Both boys' dicks were very hard now, as only teenage dicks can
be. Tom rubbed the head against his brother's hole again, then positioned
it for entry. Gently, very gently (he didn't want to hurt his sibling), he
pressed his dick into the waiting hole.

	"Ahh," Phil said.

	"Feel good?" Tom asked.

	"Oh, yeah," Phil replied. "Keep going."

	Tom felt his dick penetrate Phil's anal ring almost with a "pop."
Phil grinned at his brother.

	Still very gently, Tom slid his cock into his brother's
asshole. Before long he felt his pubes against Phil's smooth ass cheeks.

	"Why did we wait so long to do this?" Tom asked no one in
particular.

	"Good question," Phil answered.

	The older boy began rocking back and forth, fucking his younger
brother with a tenderness that could only come from brotherly love.

	"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Tom. Fuck me."

	"I'll fuck you, little brother. I'm gonna fuck you so's you'll walk
funny tomorrow."

	"Yeah, Daddy. Fuck my little ass!"

	Phil paused. "Daddy? Where did that come from?"

	I heard that from one of that guy's movies. It's what younger guys
say when an older guy is fucking him.

	"Oh," Tom said, and resumed fucking.

	On and on they went, Tom pumping in and out of his brother's ass,
and Phil moaning appreciatively at his ministrations.

	Phil took hold of his hard cock and masturbated in rhythm with his
brother's strokes. Every time Tom's cock went past Phil's prostate, his
dick twitched on its own, adding to his pleasure.

	"Fuck me, man, give it to me!" Phil exclaimed.

	"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tom answered. "This is great. You're a
great fuck, kid."

	At last, Phil could hold off no more. He felt the jizz bubbling up
from his hairless balls and into his cock, and with a shout of, "Ooooh,
f-u-c-k-m-e-e-e-e-!" He let loose with a copious load of semen that covered
his chest and tummy.

	This caused a spasming in his asshole that clenched Tom's cock and
brought him over the edge as well.

	"Oh, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck!" he exclaimed again, squirting his load
into his brother's willing hole.

	Tom collapsed on his brother, and tongue-kissed him passionately.

	When they came up for air, Phil said, "Wow! You never did that
before."

	"Sorry," Tom said. "It just kinda happened. I'm used to kissing the
guys I fuck."

	"No worries," Phil said. "I liked it.  Wanna do it again?"

	And so he did.


	By the time a week had passed, Tom had made up his mind that he
would go through with it. Of course, Phil had done some gentle persuading
by presenting his hairless hole to him at every opportunity. As a result,
Tom had not only fucked his brother raw, but had eaten his ass out several
times, too. There's something about a pink hairless pucker that just keeps
saying, "Eat me."

	Phil took Tom to Tate Photography and introduced his brother to
Mr. Tate, who welcomed him with open arms. First, he took photographs of
the two of them, clothed and nude, soft and hard, and in various positions,
including sucking each others cocks, and of Tom licking Phil's
ass. Together, the three of them worked out a script for the movie, and
agreed on a time and place to shoot it.

	On the appointed day, Mr. Tate drove the boys to a house outside of
town that was often used as a location for adult movies. The bedroom had
been made up to look like just the kind of room brothers would share; twin
beds, posters on the wall, a shared dresser. There was also an open shower
in the bathroom suitable to filming shower scenes.

	Mr. Tate took the boys through a dry run of the script before
having them strip down to begin the shoot.

	He had Tom, portraying "Nathan," take a shower, lathering himself
up good before stroking himself to full erection. Meanwhile, Phil, as
"Bobby" waited in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, as
though he were waiting his turn in the shower. As he lay there, he toyed
with his dick, making it hard.

	Nathan got out of the shower and toweled off before heading to the
bedroom with his boner pointing the way. He entered the bedroom and spied
Bobby lounging on the bed.

	"Shit!" he exclaimed trying to hide his hard cock. "I didn't know
you were here."

	"Big deal," Bobby replied. "I've seen your dick before."

	"Not hard," Nathan cried.

	"So what?" said Bobby. "A hard man is good to find."

	Bobby, a.k.a. Phil, stood up from the bed, his towel falling to the
floor. His cock was just as hard as his brother's. He strolled over to
Nathan and dropped to his knees, taking his brother's cock in his mouth.

	"Bobby, I . . . I don't think we should be doing this,"

	Bobby bobbed up and down on Nathan's cock and gave his own member a
few strokes.

	"Oh, Bobby!" Nathan exclaimed.

	"Oh, Nathan," Bobby imitated his brother, and stood up to kiss him
on the lips.

	The two embraced and kissed, grinding their cocks together as
Mr. Tate captured it all on film.

	Bobby led his brother to one of the beds and lay on his back,
drawing his knees to his chest, exposing his hole.  Nathan knelt down and
tongued Bobby's ass lovingly, then licked his way up his perineum to his
balls. He bathed the boy's balls with his tongue, taking each one into his
mouth in turn, then licked his way up to Bobby's cockhead, licking the head
before plunging his mouth down the shaft. After a few strokes, he went back
to licking Bobby's hole, until Bobby said, lustily,

	"Fuck me."

	"Huh?" This was sounding like a repeat of what happened that first
evening.

	"Fuck me big bro," Bobby repeated.

	Nathan grabbed a bottle of lube and greased up his cock.

	"You sure about this?"

	"Oh, yeah," Bobby replied. "I want your big cock in me.  Fuck the
everlovin' shit out of me."

	"There hadn't better be any shit," Nathan quipped.

	"Don't worry," Bobby replied. "I've been ready for this for days."

	Nathan placed his greased cock against his brother's pucker and
pressed forward. Gently, slowly, the entire length of Nathan's cock
disappeared into Bobby's poop chute, and the camera captured every loving
inch.

	When Bobby had gotten used to his brother's cock, Nathan began
sliding in and out, in instinctive fuck motions, and bent over to kiss his
brother.  The two tongue-wrestled as Nathan fucked and Bobby stroked his
own cock.

	At last, Bobby tensed up, and with a cry of "Holy fuck!" shot his
load. Rope after rope of cum flew out of his cock, hitting himself in the
face, then his chest, and on down to his tummy, until just a few dribbles
remained to fall into his sparse pubes.

	Nathan shouted out, "S-h-i-i-t" and pulled out (as per
instructions), and jacked his load onto his brother. He collapsed on
Bobby's chest and kissed him again, before licking his and his brother's
cum off of him.

	Bobby wiped some cum off Nathan's chest with his hand and sucked it
off his fingers.

	"Damn, that was hot," Nathan (now back to being Tom) said.

	"You can say that again," Bobby (Phil) said.  "Wanna do it again?"

	"Cut!" called Mr. Tate. "That's just about the hottest goddamn
thing I've ever seen. 'Scuse me while I go jack off."

	"No need, Mr. Tate," Phil said. "We'll help you with that."

	And so they did.

	I don't like to be telling tales out of school, but rumor has it
that Mr. Tate broke precedence and fucked both boys that afternoon.



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