Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2010 12:06:06 -0400
From: Z McGuire <zanemcguire@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rescott Brothers Photo Shoot - Part 4 of 7

Rescott Brothers Photo Session - Part 4 of 7
By Zane McGuire
zanemcguire@hotmail.com

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"What I was gonna say, bro, was, I didn't get hard watching you come OUT of
the shower that day.  But I did get hard watching you cum IN the shower,
ten minutes before that..."

Now it was his turn to blush.  "Oh shit..."  He started to turn back to
face me, but stumbled over the nylon shorts which were still bunched around
his ankles.  He bent over to pull them up and I once again took the
opportunity to admire my brother's gorgeous and plump ass.  He slid the
shorts back up and turned around, his face a deep shade of scarlet.
"You... you mean to tell me..."

"What?"  I asked, with a playful smirk.  "Did I sneak into your apartment
that day?" I snapped a picture of his shocked face.  "Did I push through
the open bathroom door?  Did I lean against the wall and peek behind the
shower curtain and watch you lathering up your massive cock?"

His eyes bulged.  "You... did?"

I snapped another picture and then burst into laughter.  "Of course not,
you dumbass!"  I doubled over, enjoying my revenge.  He'd made fun of ME
earlier, now it was his turn.  While it WAS true it was me that was looking
in his apartment door that day, I got scared and left when I saw he was
coming out of the shower.

"You FUCKER!" he exclaimed with a grin, punching me on the arm.  "You
really had me going there for a minute!"

"Oh DID I?" I teased.

"Shut up, you know what I mean!"

"Serves you right.  Besides, from what you said about dropping that towel,
it sounds to me like maybe you would have enjoyed me watching you stroke
your cock and spray your cum all over the shower wall."

He smiled slightly, but made no comment.  Again, our eyes met for a long,
awkward moment.  Finally he said, "that would have
been... something... wouldn't it, bro?"

I felt my mouth go dry and was about to speak.  Just then, I noticed a
small flashing icon on the screen of my camera.  "Hold on, I gotta change
my memory card, this one's full."

"No problem, bro.  I think we're pretty much done here, anyway, right?"

A pang of disappointment washed over me.  What more was I expecting?  We'd
gone through all of his outfits and we'd taken every conceivable shot I
could think of.  I'd see him shirtless and in a jockstrap, which was enough
to fuel my own fantasies for years, and he'd made it clear that he wasn't
interested in doing any nudes.  "Yeah, I think so," I said, avoiding his
gaze.

He watched me for a moment before speaking.  "Okay."  He grabbed his duffel
bag and returned to the changing room.  "How soon do you think these pics
will be ready?"

"Oh, in a day or two.  We're going to have to pick out at least 10-20 that
you like from the group."

"I trust you.  I know you'll pick the best ones.  Just pick the ones that
make you hardest."  He chuckled.

"Fucker!"  I called out.

"I know, I know, they all make you hard.  I guess I just have that effect
on people, what can I say?"

I groaned.  "Yeah, yeah, I know, you're such a stud, Dan, nobody loves you
more than you love yourself..."

"That's probably true," he said with a goofy laugh.  A silence filled the
room again as he continued to linger in the changing room.

After I finished changing the memory card, I called out to him.  "Hey, bro,
what's taking so long?  You get your zipper stuck or something?"

"No, no... just... um...."

"What?"

"I'm just thinking."

"About?"

"Well... I was thinking that it's really awesome of you to do this for
me... and, you know, for Lauren... and I'd really like to repay you
somehow."

"Dan, I told you, your money's no good here, don't worry about it.  You're
family."

"I know, and I appreciate that.  But I still want to... you know... give
you something for your time and effort."

I laughed.  "And did you find something in your magic duffel bag to give to
me?"

"As a matter of fact..."

I heard the changing room door open and I turned to see my brother standing
in the door way, completely naked except for the black fedora I'd seen
earlier in the duffel bag, which he held carefully over his groin area.  He
had a cheesy grin on his face.

"Wow..." I said, taking him in.

"Yeah, so I was thinking... I think that we've done enough for what I
wanted for Lauren, but since you CLEARLY are enjoying this as much as she
probably will, I thought maybe you might like to take a few extra
snaps... you know, just for yourself."

I stared at him, unsure how to respond.  He could very well be fucking with
me again.  We'd danced this dance all afternoon and it was exhausting, yet
stimulating.  I finally decided to call his bluff.

"You fucking with me?"

"Nah, man," he said, his voice seemingly sincere.  "I mean it.  If you want
to snap a few more of me, I'm down with that.  Just tell me where you want
me."

"Um..." I sprang back into action.  "Why don't you... um... go back to the
mirror?"

He gave a half grin and walked over to the mirror, keeping his gaze fixed
on me and his hat planted firmly over his nether regions.  As he came to
the mirror, he turned to face me and I began taking shots.  Since these
were for me, I focused on the areas that I most wanted to see; his face,
with his "come fuck me" eyes, his hairy chest, the reflection of his
massive fuzzy butt, now no longer framed by the white jock, the trail of
hair that led down to the rim of the hat, his strong hairy legs, which were
placed in a wide stance across the floor.

"Dan, I gotta say... um... thank you for doing this for me..."  My voice
cracked a little as I spoke.

"No, bro, thank YOU for doing this for ME."

"Hell, if I'd have known I'd get paid like this, I would have offered to
take pictures of you years ago," I laughed.

He smiled.  He grabbed the front of his hat with his right hand and placed
his left arm behind his head, leaning back against the mirror.  "I noticed
earlier when I did this pose in my shorts, you really seemed to,
uh... respond.  You like it?"

"Fuck yeah I like it, bro," I exhaled.  "Something about seeing a muscled,
hairy dude like you stretched out like that, exposing his pit... makes me
hard as a rock."

"Yeah?" He gazed at me and licked his lips.  "So it's not just the
situation anymore, bro?  You're actually getting a hardon from looking at
ME?"

"I um... I...."

"Tell me..."

I put down the camera and stared at him.  "Dan... I can't remember the last
time I was so turned on.  I've been leaking precum into my pants ever since
you first came out of that changing room in that suit.  Seeing you here
now, on full display in front of me... it's the hottest thing I've ever
seen."

"Well, not FULL display," he laughed.  "I'm still wearing a hat... sort
of." He gazed down at the fedora.

"Stupid fucking hat," I said

"Don't be mean to the hat... it's a magic hat," he said.  "Watch, it does
tricks..."  Keeping his eyes fixed on me, he slowly removed his right hand
and placed it behind his head, thrusting out his hips.  The hat stayed put,
clearly being held up by something massive on the other side.

"Oh... my... god..." I whispered.

"Wait, watch..." He looked downward and the hat slowly started to bounce up
and down.  I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, it IS magic," I said, taking more pictures.  "How about that."

"Yeah, how about that?"  He moved away from the mirror and sat down on the
weight bench, pressing the hat tightly against himself.  "So, I gotta ask
you something..."

"Ask away, bro."

He grinned at me.  "Be honest.  You want to know what's holding this hat
up, don't you?"

"Oh I think I can guess what it is."

"Can you?"

"Yeah, it's clearly another magic toy from your duffel bag," I teased.

"Oh you think, huh?"

"Yeah, what else could it be?"

His expression turned serious.  "Ask me to show it to you, Nate."

"Dan..."

"Don't act like you don't want it, Nate.  I can see it in your eyes.  You
want me to do it..."

"I... I do, but..."

"Shh, no buts.  Just ask me, bro.  Ask me to take this hat off and show you
what you've been wanting to see all day.  The one thing I haven't shown you
yet.  The one thing nobody except my wife has seen for years.  Ask me,
Nate."

I licked my lips and cleared my throat, praying this wasn't another one of
his practical jokes.

"Show it to me, Dan."

"Show you what?"

"Show me what's behind the hat."

He smiled and started to laugh and I had a moment of panic as I thought
he'd gotten me again.  But instead he leaned back against the bench on both
arms and said.  "I have a better idea.  Why don't you come over and lift it
up?"

"What?"

"Seriously, bro.  You want to see it?  Come see it."

"Dan..."

"Nate, this is a one time offer, buddy.  If you don't look now, I'm gonna
lose my nerve and put my clothes on, so make up your mind fast."

There was a nervous tremor to his voice.  FUCK, he was serious!

I took a deep breath and crossed over to join him.  He was smiling
mischievously at me, and I still wasn't convinced he wasn't pranking me.
There could be anything under this hat.  He clearly wanted me to THINK it
was his cock, but it could be a joke or some kind of trick.  He would be
just the kind of asshole to get me to the point of salivation and then...

"Times up," he said, starting to sit up.

"No, wait," I insisted and he slowly sat back again.  "I'm ready."

"So I can tell," he said nodding toward my pulsing bulge.  "You've been
ready for this all day."

"Dan, fair warning," I said, deadly serious.  "If you are fucking around
with me, or if this is a joke, I'll never forgive you."

He considered my words and nodded.  "Consider me warned."

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath.  I leaned down and placed my hand on
the soft felt of the fedora.  As I made contact, he made it "dance" again,
and I could sense something solid beating against the inside of the hat.  I
looked at him and he gave me a cockeyed grin.

"Somebody's knocking, you gonna see who it is?" he joked.

"Yeah..."

And with that, I lifted the hat.

"Jesus Christ, Dan!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

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I laid the camera aside, all pretense of taking his pictures gone.  Without
taking my eyes off of him, I grabbed a folding chair and sat right between
his legs, rubbing my bulge.  "Can I... do you mind if I..."

"You wanna take yours out?" he asked.  "Don't let me stop you."