Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 04:48:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby Joins the Crew-3

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Robby Joins the Crew -- 3

St. Adrian's is a place of contrasts. I was headed toward Old Main
Hall. Built over a hundred years ago, its large stone façade is all the
more impressive because of the old world craftsmanship that can be found
through out. The other buildings on campus were built in a variety of
architectural styles, but retained the same design elements as Old Main, so
they all look like they belong together.

The contrasts lay inside. Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the old
hall, I entered a different world. Each Classroom I passed had flat panels
on several of their walls, every teaching space was set for wireless, and
there were computer work stations for every student. Kids could bring in
their lap tops and just plug in. It was the same in all the buildings
across campus.

Chip had called a special meeting of the Crew to talk about what was going
on between Gregg and Tommy.

Like I said before, The Crew has had several names through the years. It
was originally formed by five of the brightest students the school had ever
had. They started what they called the "Isaac Newton Study Club." They met
at a table in the back of the library. As time went on, they recruited
other bright students, and the club grew.

It was decided that membership should be limited, because people worried
that if the club got too large, it wouldn't be effective as a study
group. Over the years, the original purpose changed from a study club into
more of a social club. Kids that wanted to get in still had to stand out
academically, but they were finally selected for a number of other reasons,
not the least of which were money, and their potential as future leaders.

So, where does the Crew meet today? We still meet in the very back of the
library, but not at a table. On the second floor balcony, is a small door
that blends in so perfectly with its surroundings, it is practically
invisible. Beyond that door is our meeting room.

Security has to be tight, so a solid gold ring with a black onyx stone is
given to each new member after they have completed their first semester as
a recruit.

The stone is etched with an image of three electrons orbiting around a
nucleus. It's the same design put forth by Ernest Rutherford in 1911 as his
physical model for the subatomic structure. It's now used almost everywhere
to depict the atom. Some of the earliest study group guys used it as their
symbol for the club, and it stuck. I walked up to the laser reader and
passed my ring over the scanner. The secret door quietly unlocked. The
door, and its scanner, was the only way to gain entrance to The Crew's
meeting place.

As I entered the room, I saw that more than half of the guys were already
there. The room is large, with deep oak wood panels, a pool table, and a
corner fireplace. In another corner is a big flat screen with video
games. I walked over to the small kitchenette and got a soda, checked out
the ice cream, but decided on an apple instead, and headed for a big
upholstered chair near the center of the room. As I took a bite of the
apple, I looked around and marveled at what had been accomplished over the
years. Each class had added something of their own to the club room, and
everything was the best money could buy. It looked more like an exclusive
country club than a room in a school.

"You ready?" Chip said quietly as he walked up to me.

"Yeah, no problem."

"Okay, let's get started, then." Chip took a quick count and found that the
rest of the guys had finally made it. Raising his voice, he said, "I call
this meeting to order!"

The guys grew quiet.

"Jake has some important information for us."

Chip gave me the floor, and I explained how Gregg was blackmailing Tommy
into stealing drugs for him. I went on to say that I felt that it was our
responsibility as leaders to deal with the situation.

"Let's all get in his face and show him we mean business!" One guy called
out from the back of the room.

There was general agreement. They thought that if 15-20 guys surrounded
Gregg in the parking lot, he'd get the message and back away from Tommy.

Chip calmed the guys down. "Let's be a little more subtle," he said,
quietly calling on another member.

"Maybe we could hack his computer, mess with his assignments or his
grades."

"Too destructive," another guy called out.

"How about getting him naked and pushing him on stage at the Friday morning
assembly?"

There was a lot of laughter, with one guy chiming in, "Yeah, we could tie a
red bow to his dick."

Then the room really broke up laughing. Chip got them back in
order. "Jake?" he said, calling on me. He and I had previously talked about
something we thought might work.

"Gregg is threatening Tommy by trying to out him to his family. He's
threatening to tell them things that we have asked him to do as a recruit."
The guys all looked at me. "I'm not saying what we are doing is wrong. It's
been our tradition forever. But a guy shouldn't have to pay a price with
his family for something we are asking him to do."

The guys looked at one another. Heads nodded in agreement.

"So, let's just turn it around and give Gregg a taste of his own medicine,
so to speak."

A couple of guys laughed.

"We switch pills, and Tommy gives him something that we want him to
have. He goes numb and can't respond. We have a little fun with him, take a
few pictures, and threaten to send them to the entire student body. He then
has a choice, leave Tommy alone, or have pics of his junk and maybe his
bare ass texted to everyone on campus.

There was laughter, a few cheers, and many smiles.

"Those in favor of operation `Trojan Horse,' say `Aye!'" Chip said.

The entire Crew responded.

"The ayes have it, Gregg gets Greeked," Chip laughed

As the meeting ended and guys began to leave, Chip walked up and took me to
one side. "I need to talk about one more thing."

"Not Robby again?" I said quickly, concerned the guys had been tough on him
like before.

"Yes and No," Chip said softly. "It is about Robby, but not what you're
thinking. Some of the guys are talking about how you have been letting him
off, avoiding him, stuff like that. Robby even said as much himself."

"He's my brother!"

"I know, but if you're a recruit, you're a recruit. We can't treat any one
of them differently. They all need to be dealt with the same"

"I can't do the stuff with him that I do with the other guys!"

"Why not?"

"Well, I mean, shit...he's my brother!" I said frustrated and amazed I was
even having this conversation.

"Think about it. Would Robby want to be treated differently?"

I shook my head slowly, "No."

"All right then."

I nodded. "I've got to think about it," I said unconvinced.

* * * *

It took almost a week to get everything in place for operation Trojan
Horse. Our contacts in the network of former members, now long graduated,
helped us to get what we needed.

In the end, we spiked Gregg's soft drink at lunch. When he got woozy, we
helped him out of the dining hall, telling everyone we would take care of
him. We weren't lying. Boy, did we take care of him!

Six of us got him off campus and into a cheap hotel room not far from the
main highway.

"Get his clothes off," Chip said as soon as we had the door closed and
locked.

"I get his pants," Tommy said with a smile as we manhandled Gregg, flopping
him down on the bed.

He was practically dead weight, unable to move except to roll his eyes in
our direction.

"Having fun, Greggy boy?" Ryan Sorenson said as he pulled Gregg's tie off
and worked on pulling first one arm, and then the other out of his jacket.

One of the other guys was working to unbutton his shirt, while Tommy was
finishing undoing his belt and tugging at his pants.

In a couple of minutes we were almost ready.

"Let's see what our guy is packing," Tommy giggled as he grabbed Gregg's
underpants and pulled them down.

We all laughed as his little winkie was finally revealed. I do mean
little. At barely four inches it wasn't much to look at.

At first, Tommy had been reluctant to join in with our plans for Gregg. He
worried he would get it worse if Gregg ever found out. Chip promised that
the Crew would always have his back. In the end Tommy decided he did want
to be part of what was going on, after all, it was his reputation that
Gregg was trying to ruin.

Chip spoke to Stephan, "mess up the bed, make it look like there was an
orgy."

Tommy and I moved Gregg around into various positions as Chip took
pictures. The drug we gave Gregg didn't put him out entirely, but left him
unable to resist. Can you say `date rape drug?'

The rest was stage craft and photography. We had all seen enough porn to
know what would look good. We posed Gregg with each of the six of us in
very embarrassing positions, clearly showing his face, and conveniently
hiding ours.

"Tommy, put your hand on his dick, and give him a little jerk," Chip
suggested. "Now move your head more to the right, I can still see your
face," he laughed. "That's it.

"Jake, how about putting your dick between his lips? Prop his head up
against the headboard, you kneel, and make it look like you're just
starting to slide it in.

The camera flashed, and we all laughed.

"Now roll him over, let's see if he has any hair in his ass crack." Chip
grinned.

Ryan pulled Greg's cheeks apart, and the answer was "Yes."

We went on like that for an hour, with Chip directing and
photographing. Gregg had the pleasure of each of our cocks in his mouth at
one time or another. Then, we greased the slender end of a beer bottle and
stuffed it into his butt hole.

We took pictures of it all. My favorite was when we encouraged Tommy to put
his cock in Gregg's ass. We didn't want him to actually fuck Gregg, but we
wanted some pictures of Gregg's face as he felt himself being used as a
bottom. The face pics, plus a shot of a real dick in his ass would really
get to Gregg.

For the grand finale, we snipped the barbs off a rose, greased the stem,
and planted it in Greg's rear end. Ryan said he got the idea from an old
British movie.

Looking at the yellow rose rising up out of Gregg's ass, Tommy laughed, "I
wonder if we should water the garden?"

As Gregg started to recover from the drug, we got him dressed and back to
school. He woke up in a corner of the library with a large envelope of
freshly printed pictures. The only text was a short note on school
letterhead that read, "Leave Tommy alone, or the entire school sees these."
It was signed, "THE CREW."

I watched as Gregg seemed to slowly put all the pieces together. His face
showed confusion, anger, and then he went white as fear must have taken
over.

It was at this point that I walked over to him. "I see you found the
envelope the Crew left for you."

"I'll fucking kill you!" Gregg spit at me as he tried to stand, his legs
not quite ready to hold him.

"Yeah, or you can keep your fucking mouth shut and deal with your
situation. Hm, I wonder what Senator what's his name would think about
giving you that summer internship if those pictures landed on his desk?"

Gregg grew red in the face with anger.

"Or, what would you think the Dean would do to a drug user on campus that
was extorting pills from a freshman? Especially a freshman who's dad has
enough money to buy a small country."

Gregg shook, but didn't say a word.

"We fucking own this school!" I said, slowly emphasizing each word. "Do you
really want to take us on? All you have to do is leave Tommy alone, and
this goes away." I raised an eyebrow as if to ask, "So, what'll it be?"

Gregg looked down at the table, "How do I know you'll keep your promise?"

I quickly reached down, grabbed his tie and pulled him into my face,
"because the Crew keeps its word, always!" I glared at him.

Gregg conceded, and the war was over. As I turned to leave, I reached in my
pocket and took out a small business card of a guy that had been a Crew
member, but was now CEO of a chain of high end drug rehab places for the
super rich.

"If you really want to get out of this, you need to quit the drugs,
man. Make the call," I said gently. "He's a good guy." I paused for a
moment and got his attention, "Gregg, you're way better than this
shit. This guy will show you how to deal with it."

Gregg gave me a slight nod.

* * * *

I was leaving English Lit with Ryan Sorenson. It was our last class before
lunch.

"I'm in the mood for a freshman," Ryan grinned, putting his hand on my
back, "Wanna tag team a recruit with me?"

I thought about it for maybe five seconds, "Yeah sure, why not?" I grinned
and we both set out looking for a guy we could play with.

Four rooms down the hall was Freshman Composition, and we guessed we might
find what we were looking for there. As we got to the door, Robby, Tommy
and Aiden were all just leaving.

"Whoa, what have we got here?" Ryan laughed, putting his arm across the
doorway, holding the guys back.

The three looked at one another, and then at Ryan, before rolling their
eyes.

"Need a couple of volunteers," Ryan smiled, and then winked.

All of us knew what was going down.

The three guys looked at one another, as if negotiating among
themselves. "I'll go, Tommy said softly"

"Me, too," Aiden said, but with a little less enthusiasm.

"Right," Ryan said with a grin, "Jenkins and Jacobson it is,"

I don't know why I said it; it kind of just popped out of my mouth. "Not
Jacobson; Hartwell."

My brother looked at me stunned. I had just let Aiden off the hook, and
offered up my own brother. In fact, worse than that, I knew that Ryan
expected me to participate.

Ryan gave me a quizzical look, but didn't argue. "Hartwell, you're with
Jenkins, then."

"Yes, Sir," both boys said quietly as Ryan let his arm down and the three
of them were finally allowed to leave the classroom.

Robby gave me a look that was difficult to read, it was a combination of
worry and something else. I can't describe it, it was very strange.

We weren't far from the library, so Ryan tilted his head in the direction
of the Crew's meeting room, and I nodded a "yes" in reply.

In a few minutes, Ryan had used his ring to get us in.

I sat down on one of the couches and Ryan sat next to me.

"It's your show," I said, wondering what Ryan had in mind.

"On your knees, guys," Ryan said with a grin.

Both recruits did as they had been told.

Ryan unzipped and scooted his pants down. He gave a slight nod toward his
dick, and both Robby and Tommy crawled closer.

"At the same time," Ryan said with a smile.

Ryan leaned his head back as Tommy held Ryan's penis, and Robby started to
lick. I watched in fascination as Robby laved the head of Ryan's cock, and
then licked up and down the shaft. Tommy leaned in and started licking
Ryan's nut sack as he slowly jerked. Both kids tenderly went about their
work, licking, sucking, and pleasuring Ryan.

"There's another member here," Ryan hinted, looking over at me.

I could tell he was pleased with himself at his play on words. Tommy
reached his free hand over and started to stroke my crotch. I let him do
that for a couple of minutes. I then unzipped and pulled my dick out.

Tommy grinned as he now had a cock in each hand. He stroked us both, while
Robby continued to lick Ryan's dick from top to bottom. Ryan spread his
legs a little to give Robby more room to work.

"Lick my crack," Ryan whispered as Robby's tongue played with his nuts.

Robby looked up.

Ryan opened his eyes and said, "Well?"

Robby went down further, and licked the inside of each of Ryan's thighs,
before swishing his tongue up and down his crack.

Tommy leaned down and sucked on my dick a few times as he continued jerking
both our cocks. He looked up once and a while and smiled.

"Hartwell," Ryan said, looking down at my brother, "Give me your ass."

Robby looked up at me and blushed, but almost immediately returned his gaze
to Ryan. "Yes, Sir," he said softly.

I watched as my brother stood, dropped his pants, and pulled down his
underwear. I saw his dick was soft, but twitching, as if it might soon
swell. Ryan handed him a small tube of lube he kept in his jacket
pocket. Robby slicked up Ryan's stick, wrapping his fingers around the
head, and then slowly sliding his greasy hand up and down the
length. Seemingly satisfied Ryan's dick was ready; he reached back and
twisted a finger around in his hole.

Tommy kept up with his hand job, stroking my dick and giving it a lick once
and a while.

Ryan nodded in the direction of the end of the couch. Robby took the hint,
and bent over the padded arm. His face was now just inches from me. We
stared into each other's eyes as Ryan got behind him, spread his cheeks,
and centered his dick on Robby's pucker. As Ryan pushed forward, easing his
cock up Robby's rear end, I watched as Robby winced. He didn't say a word,
just appeared to bare down as the older boy inserted his penis deep into
his rectum. I saw from the way Ryan was moving, he must have gotten it all
in there. I could see his patch of hair tight against Robby's ass cheeks.

"Fuck, your little bro has a tight one," Ryan grunted as he pulled out a
little and then fucked back in.

Robby closed his eyes as Ryan's cock went to work, exploring his
insides. The sound of Ryan's cock squishing in and out of my brother's butt
turned me on more than I expected it to. Tommy sucking my dick also added
to my excitement.

"Go lick Hartwell's balls," I said to Tommy when he paused to watch Robby
getting it from Ryan. I needed a break from his mouth.

Tommy looked at me, crawled over and tried to find a way between Ryan's
legs. He finally managed to do so, and lapped at my brother's nuts as Ryan
continued to fuck him.

I stroked my dick and watched. Robby stared at me as Ryan used him. He
still hadn't said a word. There was an occasional grunt or moan, but that
was about it. He was doing his job, giving up his ass for club member.

"Tag team, right?" Ryan grunted as he pounded into Robby again and again.

It was decision time. I remembered Chip's words of a couple of days
earlier. `No favorites."

 "Yeah," I said, deciding that I too had a job to do.

I stood and shed my pants. I got behind Ryan, and, when I was ready, tapped
him on the shoulder. He pulled out of Robby's rear end and stepped aside. I
paused for just a moment, wondering if I could actually go through with
this. Deciding I had no choice, I placed the head of my cock where Ryan had
just been. As I pushed forward, Robby looked back, no doubt feeling the
size difference. Robby arched his back and whimpered as my dick pushed his
hole to its limits. The whimpers changed to a yelp when I pushed deeper. I
stopped, not wanting to hurt my brother. Everything I had ever been taught
told me this was wrong. I began to pull out.

"No!" Robby said. "Just hold it there for a minute, and I'll be okay."

My heart was beating hard in my chest, it took a lot of willpower not to
pull out, but I stayed perfectly still, feeling Robby's ass squeezing my
cock so tight, I thought it was going to snap off.

Soon he began to relax, and I felt the vise grip lessen. He took a deep
breath and softly said, "Okay, give me a little more."

I wasn't sure he was ready, but nevertheless began to slide my dick
deeper. Robby made an occasional moan like he was still straining, but we
kept going until finally I was in balls deep.

"Yeah, that's it!" Ryan said softly as he watched me bottom out. "Now fuck
him," he chuckled.

I started out slowly, knowing I was kind of big, and still not wanting to
hurt him.

"How can I be doing this?" I thought to myself as I slowly dicked
Robby. "Fuck he's tight," I smiled, having to admit that I was enjoying the
feelings his ass was giving my cock. I slid in and out maybe six or seven
times before Ryan tapped me on the shoulder. I pulled out and Ryan took my
place, quickly thrusting his cock up Robby's hole in one push.

We switched it up like that four or five more times. Each time we did, the
feel of my dick in Robby's ass got better and better. The more I fucked
him, the more turned on I got.

Ryan was on Robby when I felt I was getting close. "Jenkins, give me your
face," I said quickly.

Tommy crawled out from under the other two guys and rested on his knees in
front of me. I jerked my dick as hard as I could, looking down at Tommy's
smile and his sweet dimples. I felt my legs grow weak as my orgasm started
to build. I knew I was going to spurt at any moment.

"Stick out your tongue," I grunted as my cum shot up my shaft.

I loved the sight of my cum blasting out the end of my dick, especially
when it splashed all over the kid's face and down his throat. My cock
jerked a couple of more times and then I worked to squeeze out the last few
drops.

"Oh fuck, that's nice," I moaned, fisting my shaft and slowly rubbing my
cock head around in his mouth.

I deposited the last few dribbles of my spunk, smearing it around, leaving
a white coating on the tip of his tongue. "Don't swallow it," I warned,
wanting to look at my cream a little longer.

At about the same time Ryan reached his moment. It looked as if he was as
deep as he could be up Robby's butt.

"Fuck!" he grunted. "Like cum up your ass, Hartwell?" he moaned, pumping
into Robby a couple of more times. "You're gonna be full of it." He held
Robby by the waist and humped. "Almost there," He groaned, slamming in hard
and fast.

Robby lowered his head, pushed his ass back toward Ryan's crotch, and
whimpered. I got the impression he was enjoying what Ryan was doing to
him. He seemed to want Ryan in his butt; I mean he really want him there.

"Oh fuck, here it comes!" Ryan moaned, slamming himself deep up Robby's ass
and pumping once or twice more, there was no doubt he was shooting a huge
load into my brother's rear end. He grunted, twisted his dick, and grunted
again. Then he stopped, held himself tight inside Robby for a bit, and then
slowly pulled his dick back out. Looking down at Robby's gaping hole he
stuck his finger in his butt and gave it a little twist. "Just the way I
like `em, sloppy and wet," he said with a smile, and pulled his finger out
with a laugh.

As Ryan and I recovered from our orgasms, he motioned me back to the
sofa. I sat near the middle and he plopped down next to me, cock in hand.

"Lick us clean," Ryan mumbled, looking at the boys.

We lay our heads back as Tommy and Robby got on their knees between our
legs.

"You can swallow it now," I told Tommy, who was still holding his mouth
open. He brought his lips together and I watched his mouth move a bit as he
apparently swirled his tongue around and then swallowed my sperm.

Tommy and Robby then got to work cleaning our dicks. I noticed Robby didn't
hesitate to put Ryan's cock in his mouth, even though just moments before
it had been all the way up his ass. When they were done licking us, each
looked up.

"You can suck each other off if you want," Ryan mumbled. He was exhausted,
and seemingly unconcerned about what the recruits might want.

Robby and Tommy looked at one another, and apparently agreeing, they
nodded. Tommy quickly got his pants down and the guys lay down in a sixty
nine, each with a dick in his mouth. Ryan and I watched as they went to
work sucking, stroking and licking. Tommy put his finger up Robby's squishy
butt and Robby licked Tommy's nut sack. Five minutes was all they needed,
and they got each other off, with their buddies cock in their mouth.

After swallowing each other's cum, Robby did something that I didn't
expect. He turned around and quickly gave Tommy a kiss. I saw him open his
mouth and imagined his tongue swirling around in there. He was apparently
sharing the remaining cum on his tongue with the boy that had put it there.

"Okay," Ryan finally said, sounding somewhat bored. "Enough kissy face, get
your clothes back on and off to class."

Both guys nodded and pulled themselves together.

"Anything else, Sir?" Robby asked Ryan.

Ryan looked at me. I shook my head "No."

"You're done," Ryan said.

Both guys grinned and headed for the door.

* * * *

It was quiet in the car as Max drove Robby and me home that night. I
suppose you could say we were lost in our own thoughts.

As we pulled up to the house and Max got out of the car, Robby held me
back.

"About today," he said with a blush.

"It was crew business," I said firmly, "it didn't mean anything."

Robby's face fell. He looked down into his lap. "I just wanted you to
know," he paused, "I liked it."

I felt guilty and ashamed at what had happened, and the last thing I wanted
to hear was my brother telling me he had liked having me up his ass.

"I shouldn't have done it," I said, unable to look Robby in the eyes, "I'm
your brother."

"Yes, you should have, and long before today!" Robby said, reaching for the
door handle.

I couldn't make sense of what he had just said.

"You know, Tommy isn't the only guy around here that likes you!"!" Robby
said quickly. He leaned in and pushed his mouth against mine, giving me a
deep, and forceful kiss.

Then he hurried out the door and headed to the house before I could say a
word.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, watching Robby run inside and disappear.



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