Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 11:33:47 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 4

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Part 4


That Friday seemed to drag on for ever for Rory. With all that happened the
day before and now the prospect of a whole three days at Mikes house away
from the dorm, he could barely concentrate on his classes and actually got
called out for day dreaming during his English class, much to his
embarrassment. Lunch was even worse as he saw Mike wink at him from the
table where he and some other 10th graders were sitting and grab his
crotch.

Rory quickly looked away, his face filling with color. Little did he know
that Mike was grabbing his plastic encased cock, praying for a quick
release after classes let out. It had been an awful night for the older
boy, his cock aching as it repeatedly tried to swell inside its prison,
while he thought of the feeling of Rory's lips wrapped around his
member. He had to claim to be tired when his own roommate asked if he
wanted to pull one off together. Instead he had to try to go to sleep
listening to his roommate pleasuring himself, making him even more horny.

Both boys were pleased at the final bell, signaling the beginning of a
three day weekend.  Rory found Danny already heading out the door with his
backpack and cello case when he got to the room. Even though Mike had told
him he didn't need to bring anything except his violin, Rory never went
anywhere without his trusty laptop, and he at least wanted his own
toothbrush, so he too packed a few things into his own backpack, grabbed
his violin and helped Danny get his cello down the stairs.

Danny showed him how to sing out for the weekend, and both boys headed for
the parking lot. Danny's father was waiting for him, his roommate pointing
out his father's S class Mercedes in the parking lot. Rory set his stuff
down on the curb and helped his friend lug the heavy instrument toward the
car. When they got close, the trunk popped open and Danny's father got out.

"Hello father," Danny said formally.

"Good afternoon Daniel," the man said in slightly accented English. And who
is this helpful fellow?"

"This is my roommate, Rory Calhoun," Danny said, introducing them. "Rory,
this is my father, Dr. Yamamoto."

"I am pleased to meet you Rory. Daniel has told me quite a bit about you."
The Doctor put out his hand.

He has? Thought Rory. How much has he told you? "I'm pleased to meet you
sir," said Rory taking his hand. The grip was iron like, which surprised
Rory. The man was tall, but rather thin. Kind of like what you would expect
a middle aged Asian doctor to look like, but the strength of the grip
surprised him. So did the appraising look the man was giving him.

And appraising him he was. Danny's father held the boys hand while he gazed
at the lad from top to bottom, quite pleased with what he saw, from the
fiery red hair (far too long, but that wouldn't last), freckled face and
down to the freckles showing on his bare knees and smooth thighs running
into his blue uniform socks. He also noticed one of his shoes was untied.

He released Rory's hand, and told the boy. "You should tie your shoe young
man. I wouldn't want you to trip"

It was all Rory could do not to rub his hand after it was released, and he
looked down and saw the man was correct. "Oops!" he said sheepishly as he
bent over to retie his black oxford.

It was an opportunity for the Doctor to check out Rory's butt that was
filling out his school shorts nicely. He was grateful that the boy was
going to be introduced to the society for membership along with his son.

Rory could swear he could feel eyes on him while he was bent over and the
hairs on the back of his neck seemed to raise. When he stood up though,
Danny and his father were loading the cello into the trunk. Must be my
imagination he thought. This has been a weird couple of days.

Danny came over and held up his fist. "See ya Rory. I think we may be
coming over to the estate tomorrow night. Should be fun!"

Rory returned the fist bump. "See ya Danny." He stepped back and watched
his friend get in the car with his father and start driving out of the
guest parking lot. Well that's it Rory.  Your on your own now, he thought,
and turned and headed back to where his stuff was on the curb, slightly
unsettled by Danny father, yet also strangely thrilled at the thought of
being examined by the man.

Just as he reached his stuff, Mike was arriving from his house. The
sophomore was also in his Friday uniform and even though he didn't have to,
was wearing shorts as well. It was the last week of August and it was very
hot and humid that day, so most of the boys opted for shorts. Luckily as it
was Friday, they got to wear a polo shirt and not have to wear a tie. Mike
was grinning, and grabbed Rory in a bear-hug from behind, lifting the
smaller boy off the ground.

"Fuck yeah! Friday! Ready to have some fun this weekend little bro?" Mike
dropped Rory back on the ground almost causing the startled boy to fall. He
wasn't used to rough housing. He did like the feeling of Mikes arms wrapped
around him though.

Giggling, Rory answered. "Yeah I guess. Thanks for inviting me over. I
guess it would have kind of been lonely around here, everyone seems to be
going somewhere."

"Most of the guys who don't come from around here get invited somewhere,
but even if you stay here, they have some stuff to do, but yeah, it will
definitely be more fun at the estate. I think you will really have a good
time if you know what I mean little bro," he elbowed Rory in the ribs
gently.

Rory blushed and looked at his shoes, "Are we going to, uh, you know, like
yesterday?"

Mike laughed, "Rory Calhoun, that was just a taste. I can't say much now,
but everything will be clear to you after this weekend. My dad will explain
the details to you."

"Your dad? What do you mean? Does he know that you, I mean that does he
think I, I mean..." Rory sat down on the curb. "I don't know what I
mean. This has been too weird.  What's going on Mike?"

Mike sat on the curb next to him and stretched his legs out next to
Rory. Rory couldn't help but notice the contrast in color as Mike's legs
were deeply tanned with nice muscle definition compared to his pale
freckled twigs. He also noticed an odd bulge in Mike's shorts, which caused
his own member to twitch. He quickly again looked at his shoes, only to be
embarrassed by how cheap they looked next to Mike's, which were obviously
some kind of expensive imported dress shoes.

"Rory, chill buddy. There is a reason you were picked to attend this
school. I mean a reason besides the fact that your uber smart and an
awesome musician, which would have got you in anyway, but trust me, you
were picked because they saw something in you that made you stand out even
more. That's all I can tell you now. My dad will explain it to you over the
weekend better than I can, and speaking of that, here he comes!" Mike stood
up, pulling Rory with him.

A black Range Rover with black wheels and tinted windows pulled right up to
the boys.  It was the coolest thing Rory could remember seeing! Mike opened
the front passenger door and said hi to his dad, and before Rory knew what
was happening, he felt himself being flung into the front seat and the door
being closed after him. He sat there face to face with a large ruggedly
handsome man that he had seen only on TV and billboards.

He barely noticed Mike throwing there stuff in the back seat and hopping
in. He popped his head over the front seat, "Hi Dad. This is Rory, Rory, my
dad."

The man in the driver seat held out his hand to Rory. "I finally get to
meet the school newest music prodigy. I'm Dan Smith son, glad to meet you!"

Rory couldn't see the mans eyes behind the extremely stylish sunglasses the
man was wearing, but they went very well with the tailored suit that Smith
was wearing. It was cut to show off the mans physique very well. Dan Smith
was basically an up-scaled version of his son. His hair was longer, but
they had the same handsome facial features, and while Rory couldn't see
them, the same hazel eyes. At six feet, two inches, and two hundred pounds,
Mike had a ways to go in catching up to his fathers size.  "Buckle up boys,
we have to hurry home. I have to drop you off and go to one more meeting
before I meet you for dinner," Dan said as he pulled out of the parking
lot.

"But you coming into the house right?" Mike asked, trying to mask the panic
in his voice.  He needed to get that infernal thing off his dick!

"Sorry kiddo," Dan said grinning as he looked into the rear view
mirror. "Don't worry, Marcus can take care of anything you need son!" He
winked.

Mike sat back in the plush leather. Fuck, he thought. Marcus knows about it
too?

Marcus was Dan's "personal assistant", but he basically ran the estate for
him, and had been doing so for the last 10 years, starting as a part time
college student, but then taking on more and more responsibility as he
gained more experience. Marcus was also a graduate of the Wright academy,
and a member of the association, and had been an older brother figure to
Mike since he was little.

"So Rory. I'm really glad you could spend the weekend with us. I spoke with
our aunt the other night as you know. We have arranged for you to be able
to come over whenever you want. I would love to have you. Your going to be
an exceptional student at the academy. A real feather in our cap so to
speak." Dan reached over and squeezed the back or Rory's neck
affectionately. "I'd like you to think of me as sort of a stand in uncle if
you will allow it."

The combination of the cooled leather seats and the intimate touching
caused Rory to break out in goose bumps. "I'd like that sir, very much,"
the boy said, meaning it. He had never had an adult male figure in his
family to look up to. Still, this man had other effects on his as well.

"You look good in that uniform Rory, but if you don't mind, I'd like to get
you with our tailor sometime this weekend. It's too baggy on you, and if
your going to represent the school, I'd like you to look your best!" Dan
said, not mentioning that he wanted the boy's measurements for other
reasons as well. That would come in time.

"Ah, fine I guess sir., I've never been to a tailor before," Rory said, not
sure how else to answer. He was starting to feel overwhelmed. He had sucked
this man's son's cock in the locker room the day before, and now he was
sitting in the most luxurious vehicle he had ever been in, in his life, and
heading toward an estate where he was pretty sure more sex stuff was going
to occur.

"Well there is a first time for everything!" Boomed Dan, and he reached
down and squeezed Rory's bare knee.

That squeeze went directly from Rory's knee to his cock, which he felt jump
to life in his shorts. He could feel his cheeks color and he tried to sit
back and look nonchalant. The huge hand on his knee seemed to linger for a
while, but soon Dan had to concentrate on driving and put both hands back
on the wheel much to Rory's relief.

Dan glanced over and saw the boy blush, as well as the tell-tale lump in
his shorts, though his sunglasses wouldn't reveal it to Rory. He didn't say
anything to further embarrass the boy, but did enjoy his feel, no matter
now brief. He had the makings of a hard on himself as he looked over his
shoulder to change lanes into the fast lane on the express way.

As the Range Rover passed 80 miles and hour, the only occupant that didn't
have a had on was Mike, and that was only because he was locked into the
chastity device. Dan broke the sexual tension by started to ask Mike about
soccer, and they continued that conversation as they left the expressway
onto a rural highway. Rory just enjoyed the scenery as they seemed to leave
civilization behind.

Finally after about 30 minutes on the highway, Dan slowed the SUV down and
turned onto an unmarked road. About a mile up the road they came to a huge
gate. A guard came out, and Dan rolled down the window. "I'm leaving again
right away Bob, just dropping the kids off!"

"Sure thing Mr. S" Bob the guard said cheerfully, before going back into
the shack and activating the gate.

Rory was speechless. He knew they lived on an estate, but he was not
prepared for what he was seeing, starting with armed guards at a gate, and
then as they made there way up the road toward the main house. There were
countless out buildings, horses on huge white fenced pastures, a helicopter
pad with a helicopter on it, and then they came to another gate, which had
a digital keypad that Dan used to punch in the code to open it.

"Mike can give you the grand tour sometime later. It's fucking hot today, I
thought you guys might like to grab a snack, then take a dip while I head
into the city for a meeting.  Marcus will drive you to the restaurant for
dinner." He looked at Rory, "I hope you don't mind dressing up for dinner
son. The restaurant has a strict dress code, but they have the best Italian
food around, and we are regulars there."

"We're going to Mario's?" Mike asked excited. Yeah you had to wear a tie,
but the food was so good there! "All right dad!" He leaned forward kissed
his dad on the cheek.

"Yes, we have the back room reserved for 9. Sorry it will be so late, but
my meeting may run long. I told Marcus to have a snack ready for you two,
so here we are." They were stopped at a non descript set of double
doors. It wasn't what Rory was expecting. While the house was definitely
huge, he had pictured something like Dowton Abbey, and this design was far
more modern, although the circle drive was the size of a small parking lot!
He wondered what it was like living in a place like this. He was way out of
his league!

Mike hopped out and opened the door for Rory, who climbed out after
thanking Dan again for having him for the weekend.

"Don't mention it Rory. You are going to be here a lot I have a feeling."

Mike had gathered there stuff out of the back, and the Rover sped off.

"Welcome to our house Rory!" Mike said beaming. He could tell Rory was a
bit stunned by the estate. "My house is your house little bro, so treat it
like it is. Come on, let's go in."

Just then the front door opened and a younger man in a dark suit stepped
out. "Welcome home Mike."

"Hi Marcus!" Mike said. "This is Rory. I'm sure you already know he's
staying with us this weekend."

"Of course, " said Marcus, who at 28 years old with his blonde hair and
blue eyes, looked like he stepped out of a Scandinavian travel
poster. "Welcome Mr. Calhoun. I've prepared the guest room next to Mikes
room. He can show you were to put your things, not that it looks like you
have much." He held out his hand to Rory.

"Hello sir, nice to meet you. I just have my violin and backpack. Mike said
not to bring anything else. I'm sorry if I should have.." He took the
offered hand and shook it, and again it was another amazingly strong
grip. Rory looked into Marcus' deep blue eyes and felt like his mind was
being read. He almost too quickly released the handshake.

"Nonsense. And call me Marcus, and save the sirs for Mr. Smith. We have
enough clothing here to outfit a small army. Now if you two will put your
things away and wash up, I will finish making your snack. How do grilled
cheese sandwiches sound?"

"Sound's awesome Marcus! Come on Rory, grab your violin and lets go. I will
show you your room!" Mike bounded into the house, and Rory and to run to
catch up.

Marcus followed the boys with his eyes, his gaze focused on Rory's shorts
covered rear end and smooth legs. "The boss sure can pick them," he said
softly. Of course he picked me 14 years ago too, he thought as he headed
toward the kitchen after shutting the door.  Life and the association had
been good for Marcus.

Rory followed Mike through the entrance hall, which was bigger than he and
his aunt's apartment living room, and then up some stairs, and than down
another hall, passing several rooms until Mike stopped and opened a
door. "This is my room, but come on in, there is a connecting door to your
room," Mike winked at him, "I doubt you will be in that room much!"



Rory walked followed Mike into his room. He was again amazed. It had a king
sized bed that faced a huge plasma TV on the opposite wall. along the side
was a gigantic desk with a huge leather chair that faced a computer setup
with two giant monitors. It also had a fireplace, and a couch that faced
the TV where controllers for three different video game consoles lay. In
the middle of the floor was a giant rug that looked like a bear. His eyes
were wide and his mouth was hanging open.

"Don't worry, it's a fake." Mike said, grinning at Rory's slack jawed look.

"What?"

"The rug, it's not a real bear. I was scared of it when I was little until
dad told me it wasn't real."

"Ah, yeah, uh, ok. Nice room." Rory said. This was nicer room than any
place he had ever stayed by far, including some pretty fancy European
hotels. "Hey, is I never asked, but am I going to meet your mom?"

"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. I don't have one. I'm adopted. Dad has
never been married."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Mike I'm didn't know."

"Don't worry little bro, I can't miss something I have never known. It's
not like I have missed out on anything," He smiled as he waved around his
room.

Still sort of embarrassed, Rory nodded. It seemed like a lot of boys at the
school had single parents. Single extremely wealthy parents, except for the
few scholarship boys like himself. A strange coincidence.

"Hey, uh, how deep is your pool by the way?" Time to change the subject.

"Twelve feet on the deep end. You good at diving?" Mike asked.

"Uh, no, not really. Actually the reason I asked is ah, well, I'm not
really a good swimmer. I mean..." More embarrassment, "I can't really swim
at all. Maybe we could do something else?"

"Ah dude, it's too hot, and besides, I can teach you to swim don't worry. I
taught the tadpoles one year at the club when I was in middle school, I
guarantee I can at least have you not be afraid to jump in by the time we
are done this afternoon OK?"

"Really? I mean, that would be great! I've just never had the chance to
learn. I'm afraid I'm not really good at sports or anything.."

"Well the first step is your attitude bro. You are great at music, you just
have to approach sports the same way. Your lucky we came along in your life
buddy. We'll fix you up.  Now lets go eat. I'm starved." Mike was on his
way back out the door.

Feeling better, Rory followed Mike toward the kitchen. He wondered what
Mike meant my "we" but decided not to worry about it for now. He was going
to learn to swim!

They met Marcus in the kitchen (actually the smaller of two in the house,
the large kitchen mainly used for events), where he was wearing an apron
over his shirt and tie, and who promptly served each boy two grilled cheese
sandwiches and a tall cold glass of milk. Dan didn't allow soda except for
special occasions, so it was milk or water with every meal.

The two teens inhaled the sandwiches in record pace, and helped Marcus
clean up. Mike was especially anxious to get Marcus alone. To his relief,
Marcus seemed to have a plan already.

"Why don't you show Rory to one of the changing rooms in the pool house and
I will pick out a few swim suits for him to choose from, and I will bring
your red trunks to the smaller changing room."

"Sounds great Marcus," said Mike, greatly relieved. The plastic cock prison
was making him nuts!

"They were shooting there for the last few days, but they finished
yesterday so it should be empty and all yours," Marcus said leaving the
room.

As Mike led Rory down yet another hallway, he explained that the estate
generated income by having movies, commercials, and fashion photo shoots at
various locations around the property. Apparently they had been doing a
fashion shoot at the pool earlier in the week. The pool house also had a
full blown photography studio set up inside several of the rooms.

They exited a large rec room with a pool table and a suit of armor through
a door that opened to a path down a small hill toward the pool house. The
pool house Rory discovered was pretty much a full blown house that sat by
the most amazing pool Rory had seen. It was huge with a diving board at one
end, and a waterfall running into it! The bottom was dark colored so it
looked like a small pond, but with a bar set up along one part of the
shallow end, as well as a dozen lounge chairs and umbrellas set up all
around it. No wonder they shot pictures here!  Mike explained that the pool
house was the original house on the property. When his dad's sports store
empire really started taking off, he started buying up the surrounding
property, and eventually it was what he saw today. Mike was 10 when they
moved into the new house they lived in now. If you could call it just a
"house" Rory thought.

They went into the pool house and Mike took Rory to a large room, with a
dressing table and several full length mirrors, as well as a bathroom and
shower. Making an excuse that he had to use the bathroom and didn't want to
stink out Rory, "I'm gonna be right across the hall in the other room. Just
sit tight and Marcus should be here any second OK bud?"

Rory was still sort of stunned by everything he was taking in. "Yeah sure
Mike, thanks!"

Mike closed the door behind him and went to the other room, holding onto
the chastity device through his shorts. "Hurry the fuck up Marcus" he said
to know one but himself.

All alone in the room, Rory's eyes were drawn to one of the full length
mirrors. He studied himself in his school uniform.  He had never really
seen himself in it like this, just the other boys at school. It was the
casual uniform, but seeming himself, he still got an odd thrill. He
imagined himself in days past, where the shorts would have been much
shorter and the socks would be all the way to his knees. He had a stash on
his laptop where a school boy was bent over a chair, his shorts taught
against his ass, received a caning from what he assumed was an British
headmaster.

Rory pulled his socks up as high as they would go and turned around to look
at his ass in the mirror, imaging what a cane would feel like. His cock
started to stiffen, just as there was a knock on the door. He almost jumped
out of his skin, before pulling his shirt out of his shorts and let it hang
over un-tucked, attempting to hide his semi boner. He walked quickly to the
door and opened it, where Marcus was waiting.

"Here you are Rory. I picked five suits in different brands and
colors. With your pale skin, I would recommend a dark color, like the
black, dark green or maybe even the red, although there is a white one and
a yellow one if you think I'm nuts," Marcus smiled as he offered a handful
of swimsuits on hangars to Rory.

Rory took the hangars and gulped. Hanging on the hangars were indeed five
different bathing suits of different colors and brands, but they all had
one thing in common.

"Uh, I don't wear this type of bathing suit Marcus."

"What type Rory?"

"You know, Speedos," Rory said blushing profusely at the thought of being
so exposed.

"Don't be silly Rory," Marcus answered. "There is actually only one pair of
Speedo's there, the white ones. Let's see, there's Puma, Addidas, TYR, and
Arena," Marcus said cheekily. "No one is allowed to be shy around here
Rory. Get used to it." He left Rory holding the hangars and shut the door,
walking across the hall to knock on the room Mike was in.

Rory stood in shock for a moment looking at the dainty trunks on the
hangars. He loved to jerk off to pics of other boys and men wearing these,
but thought of wearing one himself made him weak in the knees. He knew
there was a real possibility of getting a raging boner in front of
everyone! Just thinking of it was making his cock go stiff right now!

Get a hold of yourself Calhoun! Rory hung the hangars on a pole by the full
length mirror and slowly started to undress, wondering which suit would
hide the most!

Across the hall. Mike opened the door and almost pulled Marcus in, quickly
shutting the door behind him. "It's about fucking time, gimme the damn key
to this fucking thing!"  Mike whispered hoarsely.

"Not on your like young sir. I have my orders," Marcus said, obviously
enjoying Mike's discomfort. "Drop your trousers and I will unlock you."

"Aw for Pete's sake." Mike said flustered, but quickly undoing the fly of
his uniform shorts. "Here, just get it off!" He pulled his shorts and his
Under Armor compression boxer briefs down. He had worn the tightest
underwear he had, not knowing if tight or loose would do a better job of
hiding the damn thing, but he wasn't allowed to own any loose underwear, so
tight it was.

Marcus bent down, examining the plastic cock prison, before making a
production of producing the small key. "Hmm, doesn't look much bigger than
I remember from when you didn't have any hair down here!"

"Ha ha very funny. Just get me out of this thing, I can't believe he would
do this to me!"

Marcus undid the lock, freeing Mike's not unsubstantial for a sixteen year
old cock from its confines.

"I can," Marcus said cheerfully showing him the device. "This instills
discipline in wayward young gay boys like yourself, and I daresay, I
imagine young Rory across the hall will meet his some time soon. He had a
hard-on when he answered the door, although he did his best to hide it with
his shirt. I think he almost exploded in his pants when I shoed him the
selection of swimwear your father picked out for him." He handed Mike his
own trunks, which actually were Speedos, from his water polo team the
previous summer.

"Thanks Marcus," Mike started stripping off the rest of his uniform, having
been naked in front of Marcus and countless other adults many times, it
didn't phase him in the least.  "The little slut seems to have a hair
trigger. He saw me in my jock and soccer socks yesterday and creamed his
tighty whities before we even had a chance to fool around."

"Yes, I saw the video with your father last night. I will take this and
wash it. I'm sure it will be used again. Enjoy your swim. Be out, showered
and dressed by 7. Your father has already picked out a suit for Rory that
will probably make him uncomfortable. I will lay out your blue suit."
Slightly embarrassed that along with the Coach, his father and Marcus had
now seen the video of him face fucking Rory, he still was looking forward
to the rest of the weekend and wouldn't let something like a little
embarrassment get in his way. Besides, he thought he did pretty well
getting Rory to suck his dick in the locker room! "Thanks Marcus, your
still the best!" Mike hugged him, and standing just in his socked feet,
opened the door for him to leave.

Resisting a strong urge to jack off his newly freed cock, Mike stripped off
his socks, and pulled on his own bright red Speedo. He was checking himself
out in the mirror, doing a few poses when he spotted a DSLR on the table
behind him with a note under it. He walked over and saw the note was in his
dad's scrawl.

"Please take a lot of pictures of Rory this weekend. Enjoy your new camera,
Love Dad."

It was a brand new Canon 1dX with a very nice professional lens on it. Mike
had been bugging his dad for this camera for over a year. Mike grinned,
picked up the camera and messed with the settings bit, and headed across
the hall, where he as quietly as he could opened the door.

Inside he found Rory staring at himself in the full length mirror. His back
was to Mike, but he could see Rory fondling his dick through the dark green
Arena swim briefs.  Marcus had in fact been right in that the dark green
contrasted nicely with Rory's pale and freckled skin. The briefs were a
boys size 12 and fit Rory nice and snug, with his ass crack clearly
outlined in the tight swimwear. It helped that the briefs had a seem going
right up the middle of the ass crack. He heard a moan escape form Rory, and
it was obvious that he hadn't heard Mike open the door. Rory was struggling
to get his enlarged cock into the tight swim brief, but when he did, it
would be obvious to anyone he had a raging boner. Mike got into position
where he could capture both Rory from behind and his reflection in the
mirror, clearly showing his engorged teen-cock in the frame.

As Rory examined himself though, he got a thrill. He loved the way the
tight material hushed his body, and the way it felt when he rubbed his hand
over the bulge in his trunks.  So much so that he noticed a dark spot
forming where the tip of dick was now leaking a prodigious amount of
pre-cum. Fuck! Now what I am going to do?

CLICK!

Rory just about jumped out of his skin when the camera shutter fired in the
room. He spun around to find Mike standing there in his Speedo, grinning as
he kept firing now.  Rory reflexively tried to cover his privates with his
hands. Mike laughed and kept firing for a few more frames before putting
the camera down.

"Damn Rory, you are one hot little slut! You look so fucking sexy in that
suit!" Mike was now rubbing his own cock through his Speedo. "Here let me
look at you, " he said as he started walking toward a very flustered Rory.

Rory was hugely embarrassed, both by being caught playing with himself
while looking in the mirror, and even worse, now there were pictures! But
now his eyes were glued on Mike, who looked totally hot in his bright red
Speedo with his young athletes physique on full display as he advanced on
Rory. Mike grabbed his arms and moved them away from his front, and spun
Rory around, so they were both looking at the full length mirror.

For a moment, they stood side by side admiring the sight of two aroused
teenagers is tight swimwear, both obviously sexually aroused.  Mike got
behind Rory and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He could feel Rory
shudder. Mike smiled and talked straight at the mirror, "Look at your self
dude. You are one hot little bitch. You get hard looking at yourself in
that sexy little swim panty. Nothing wrong with that. You look awesome."
Mike pressed his own hardness into the small of Rory's back. "Looking at
you got me hard too. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hard cock Rory? I've
been saving my jizz for my little bro." He hugged Rory tighter and started
grinding up and down behind him, causing the boy to whimper. "Did you like
slurping on my dick yesterday? I liked it a lot. You are a born cocksucking
little bitch Rory, aren't you? You are going to be my cocksucking little
brother from now on aren't you?"  Mikes voice was now just a husky whisper,
as he moved his hands up to Rory's tiny pink nipples, which were rock hard
little nubs at this point.

Mike tweaked Rory's nipples and the boy responded with a whimper. He was
grinding his ass back into Mike. The spot in the front of his swimsuit had
doubled his size as his 4 inch rock hard cock continued to pump out
pre-cum.

"That's it you little slut. Rub on my cock. Get to know it well bitch,"
Mike said as he twisted the nipples a little harder.

"Ah Mike, oooh, ahhh," Rory was panting now. The dirty talk was driving him
nuts.  Ordinarily he would be furious being called a bitch and what not,
but Mike was in control of him, and the feeling was like nothing he had
ever felt before. If this is what being Mike's bitch was like, he could get
used to it!

"You like that? You like being my little bitch don't you little bro? Why
don't you say it?  Let me hear you say it." Mike ground his hard cock into
Rory even more, momentarily lifting the boy off his feet, putting his
entire weight onto Mike's cock, with only two thing layers of swimsuit
separating Mike's cock from Rory's ass crack.

"I...I'm your little bitch Mike, ah fuck!" Rory said. He was very very
close...

Mike put Rory back down on his feet, and leaned over to whisper in Rory's
ear. Both boys were looking straight at the mirror. "That's good
Rory. You're a hot little slut boy, and we are going to blow your mind this
weekend and over the next few years. I can't wait for you to model all
kinds of gear slut clothes for us. God I can't wait to fuck you!"  Mike
stuck his tongue as deep as he could into Rory's ear.

"Oh AGGHHH!" Rory's eyes rolled back in his head. Did he say fuck me? Oh
wow, I don't know...Then when Mike's tongue went into his ear he lost all
control of himself. He had never felt anything like that, and had now idea
how intimate and sexy it felt all at the same time. For the second time,
Mike had caused him to cum without touching his cock, as he erupted into
his swim suit, the tiny brief filling with shot after shot of his hot boy
cum.  "Ah, I'm cummiiiiiing!"

Mike held the boy tight, watching his dick twitch in the tight confines of
the suit, and seeing the growing pool of cum staining the dark green
brief. There was so much cum that it shot out over the waistband and
started running down the front. Fuck this kid was a slut!

Mike continued grinding his own cock into Rory's behind until the boy had
cum down off his sexual high, but now it was his turn. The 24 hours or so
his cock had been imprisoned was murder on the horny 16 year old. He pulled
down the waistband of his Speedo and shoved his cock into one of Rory's
suit's leg holes. The feeling of his cock on Rory's smooth ass was all it
took for his own balls to unload. He wrapped his arms around Rory again and
lifted him up, at this point he was as limp as a rag doll, and filled the
back side of Rory's swim brief with his own, quite a bit larger load of
semen.

"Take my jizz bitch! Ah yeah, FUCK YEAH! Mike was screaming at the top of
his lungs as his cock seemed to keep pumping load after load into Rory's
suit.  "You are such a hot little fucking bitch slut, WOW!" Mike held on
with the enthusiasm only a teenager could have until he was sure his cock
was completely dry, and then gently lowered Rory.

He spun the boy around, and completely to Rory's surprise, mashed his mouth
onto his, and shoved his tongue inside, giving the shocked boy his first
boy-boy kiss, and making it a deep French at that!

Only when Mike needed to breath did he release the stunned boy from the lip
lock. "Dang you are hot little one bro! That was fucking awesome! Don't
move!" Mike ran over to the camera, his cock still bounding on top of his
waistband.

Rory was so stunned he wouldn't have moved if there was a box of TNT under
him. It took him a few moments to realize that Mike was snapping frame
after frame of him, standing there in the cum filled swimsuit, with this
dick head peeking out of the waistband, slobber running off of his lips and
face completely flushed. When he finally realized he was being
photographed, he through his arms in front of himself.

"Hey come one! Don't take pictures like this?" He protested, although at
the same time he secretly would like to see them later on!

"Just for us family little bro. They won't end up on the net, I promise!  I
would never do that to you buddy!" Mike lowered the camera. "Anyway, I'm
done. You need to go hit the shower before we go swimming. We don't want
all that cum in the pool!" Mike laughed.  "Just leave the suit on and go
wash off, I will wait here." Mike walked over to Rory, grabbed his
shoulders and turned him toward the bathroom door in the dressing room.
"Come on, I need to teach you how to swim still! Go!" He smacked Rory's ass
with enough force to make a satisfying "Thwack!"  sound as the cum
compressed against his butt and the boy jumped and ran toward the bathroom.

As soon as Mike heard the shower start, he grabbed the memory card out of
the camera, and ran over to a laptop on the dressing room table. He
downloaded the contents and quickly encrypted it using a memorized 20
character pass code that only he and his father knew, and sent it along.

"Hurry up in there, " Mike shouted. No playing with yourself. I know you're
a horn dog, but I wanna get in the pool!"

Rory heard the shout just as he had pulled the suit out to look at his
cock. He didn't know what to feel at the moment. All that dirty talk and
the feeling of Mike's hard body made him feel like nothing else in his
short life. He didn't have time to ponder though as he heard Mike come into
the bathroom. He slid the shower door back and looked at Rory, and said,
"Good enough", and reached in and turned the water off.

Mike watched Rory rub the water out of his eyes and step out of the
shower. "Dang you are totally cute even after you cum Rory!"

Rory blushed and was about to ask for a towel when all of a sudden, Mike
turned his back to him, and did some kind of move where before Rory new
what was happening, Mike had him draped over his shoulders and started
walking out of the room.

Rory started laughing, "Hey put me down! I'm all wet!"

"We're going swimming dumbass, that's the whole point!" There were in the
hallway now, headed toward the door that opened to the pool.

"I know, but come on, put me down! I need to get ready!"

"We are ready little bro," Mike said laughing as he picked up speed toward
the pool.

"Hey come on! Let down, I told you I can't Swiiiiim!"

The struggling and protesting did no good as Mike propelled himself and his
cargo into the deep end of the pool with a huge splash. Mike made sure to
release his hold on Rory just before they hit the water, and he used his
lifeguard training, to grab the panicking youth and propel him to the
surface with him.

Rory was screeching and struggling mightily for a moment, until he realized
he was breathing air and was being held up.

Mike held the boy tight with one arm while he treaded water. "It's OK Rory,
I've gotcha."  He pulled the boy tighter and swum toward the shallower end,
until he had his feet on the pool floor, while Rory's still were
dangling. "Nothing bad will ever happened while me and my dad are around
OK? I promise." He turned Rory so that he was facing him, shivering, but
relaxed now. "You have the most beautiful eyes Rory Calhoun, " Mike said
before kissing Rory for the second time that day. This time Rory willingly
allowed Mikes tongue in his mouth and enjoyed the sensation of being held
tightly in the pool and kissed by this baffling older boy.

Mike broke the kiss and grinned widely at Rory, taking in the beauty of the
soaking wet youth. "Welcome to you new home away from home Rory," Mike said
hugging the boy tightly again. "Now let's get you swimming, I can't carry
you into the pool all the time.  Come on!"

End of Part 4

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