Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2009 06:44:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby Joins the Crew- 5

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contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Robby Joins the Crew -- 5

Waking up with my brother next to me was something that hadn't happened in
years; in fact the last time had been when we were much younger. Looking at
Robby still comfortably asleep with his arms and legs wrapped around me,
brought a smile to my face.

"Hey, Robby," I whispered flicking back a lock of hair that covered his
eyes, "Time to get up."

I lightly touched his cheek, then gently reached behind his head, and
tickled the back of his neck. Robby stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, it's you," he yawned and hugged me a little tighter.

"Yeah, it's time to get ready for school," I said softly.

Robby yawned again, "Do we have too?" he stretched his legs out and wiggled
his toes.

"Yeah, you know Dad, if we skip school, we better be ready for a ton of
bricks to land on our head,"

Robby smiled, "It isn't my head that he usually smacks."

I laughed, "Yeah, that old fraternity paddle stings like a son of a bitch!"

Robby closed his eyes and winced playfully. Dad didn't spank us very often,
but when we crossed the line big time, he made sure we remembered.

"Get your ass upstairs and shower," I said with a gentle smile.

"Just my ass?" Robby teased.

I gave him a "don't mess with me" kind of look. "You know what I mean!"

Robby giggled, "Yes, Sir," he said softly.

We untangled ourselves from one another, and, just as Robby was starting to
get off the couch, he crawled over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He
stared at me for a moment and then got to his feet.

"Thanks again for last night," he said quietly with a blush.

I nodded with a grin.

Robby smiled mischievously, "My hole is still sore," he giggled.

* * * *

My morning classes went quickly. The subjects were easy if you did the
reading and listened in class. I always do both. In fact, I knew I had them
aced. The Crew always sat in the same area of the dining room at the same
table. I sometimes wondered if in fact it was the same one used by all the
former members. The round heavy tables in the dining area were so solid and
massive we knew they had been there for at least fifty years. The heavy
paneling on the walls, the art, and the iron work chandeliers all made the
place look like a medieval castle.

"Chip," I greeted our Crew leader, sitting down next to him, "How's
everything in the world of high finance, politics, and butt fucking?" I
laughed.

"The stock market is in the crapper, the Democrats are kicking our ass, and
I haven't fucked a butt in forty eight hours," he laughed.

 "Sad, very sad!" I laughed.

"How's Robby doing?" Chip asked as he stuck his fork into his salad.

"Not too bad."

"The other guys treating him okay?"

"Yeah. The only problem he has is with me."

Chip gave me a strange look, "I don't follow,"

"It's confusing, you know he's gay."

Chip nodded.

"Well, he seems to have this crush on me or something."

Chip gave me a quizzical look. "He wants you to be his boyfriend?"

"Something like that."

Chip ate a couple more mouthfuls before answering. "Well that would be
interesting, the Hartwell brothers dancing together at the Spring formal."
He grinned and then laughed.

I broke a smile, not wanting to, but I couldn't help myself, "Fuck You!" I
laughed. Chip gave me a silly grin in return.

* * * *

I had study hour from two to three each afternoon, and usually managed to
stay focused enough to finish more than half my homework. I started my
assignments, but soon found I was distracted. I was horny. My dick wanted
out, it needed some play time.

The library was less than a third full, and everyone seemed intent on their
reading. I got up from my study carrel and wandered up and down the stacks,
looking to see if there happened to be a recruit hanging around. I climbed
the circular stairs to the second level, and turned the corner by the
fiction section. Then I spotted one.

"Jenkins," I whispered, coming up behind Tommy. "You'll do fine."

Tommy turned around, and, seeing who it was, smiled.

"Follow me," I said quietly.

Tommy put the book he was holding back on the shelf and followed me back
down the stairs and into the far corner of the library, where six small
study desks were evenly spaced along the wall.

"This one's mine," I nodded to the last one in the row.

It was the most remote, and was practically out of sight of everything
except the few students who might use the other stations.

"I need you to swallow some cum," I whispered. "You'd like to have my cock
in your mouth, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," he grinned, the eagerness clear on his face.

"Under the desk," I instructed and nodded in that direction.

Tommy got on his hands and knees and scooted, ass backwards, under the
study table. I sat in my chair and pulled it forward. Opening my history
text, I turned to the section on ancient Greece, and found a couple of
pictures of old pottery urns. A man was standing in robes with a youth on
his knees sucking his dick. I smiled.

"Okay, you can get to work," I whispered.

I felt Tommy's hands on my crotch, exploring my growing bulge. Then he
gently unzipped my pants. He reached in and stroked my dick a few times
through my boxers. Then he undid my belt, and pulled my trousers open. I
stared at the picture of the Greek youth happily slurping on the guy's
dick, and wondered what it would have been like to have lived in those
times. I felt Tommy tugging at my underpants, so I raised my ass up off the
chair just enough so he could pull them down. Moments later, his mouth was
on my knob.

"Oh fuck, that's nice" I moaned softly as I felt Tommy's tongue wash my
dick up one side and down the other.

He made little slurping sounds as he went at his work with enthusiasm. I
jiggled my cock in and out of the kid's mouth a few times, loving the feel
of his lips on the head. He then took me deeper into his mouth. My cock
head poked at the back of his throat as he gagged once or twice.

"Try again, ya got to take it all, Tommy," I encouraged, pulling my cock
out a little, and then easing it back down his throat.

Tommy stroked my shaft with one hand, and fondled my nuts with the
other. He went back down, bobbed his head and this time managed to take all
of me.

"Yeah, that's it, now you're getting it," I moaned, stretching out a little
and pushing my chair back a bit.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling that Tommy's mouth was giving
me. I opened them again just as Ryan Sorenson walked up.

"Studying history?" he asked, looking down at my book.

"Yeah," I smiled, "both ancient and modern." I nodded at the book, and then
tilted my head, hinting that he should look under the table.

Ryan bent over, and finally spotted Tommy on his knees with my dick in his
mouth. "Well, I can see you're busy," Ryan laughed. "I guess I better let
you get back to it."

I smiled and tried not to laugh.

"Oh, Jenkins," Ryan said with a giggle, "Next hour you can help me study
chemistry!" Ryan grinned, gave me a wink and walked away.

There had only been a momentary pause of the tongue on my dick as Tommy
realized that someone was standing next to us. As soon as Ryan walked away,
Tommy was back down on my cock.

The good feelings were coming faster, and Tommy's tongue, warm mouth, and
deep throat felt incredible. His fingers rolled my balls back and forth,
and he managed to run another finger lightly up and down my crack.

"Oh God, yeah, you're doing great" I mumbled, thrusting my dick into the
kid's mouth a few more times.

Tommy stroked faster, sucked harder, and then started to explore my
crack. His finger tip found my pucker. He circled the rim as he raised his
head off my cock and whispered, "Want me to play with your butt hole?"

"Yeah," I moaned, thrusting my cock back toward his mouth.

Now with my permission, Tommy tickled my anus, ran his finger up and down
in my crease, and then burrowed in a little.

"Oh yeah," I grunted, "put it in there."

It was just sweaty and greasy enough back there that Tommy managed to slip
the tip of his finger into my butt, even though we didn't have any lube.

As he sucked harder and stroked, I felt Tommy twist his finger and wiggle
it deeper into my ass, that was all it took, my nuts couldn't hold back any
longer.

"Gonna shoot," I grunted, reaching under the desk to hold the kid's head
down as I thrust my cock deeper into his mouth.

The first blast was out the end of my dick before Tommy had a chance to
know what was happening. The second and third shots followed quickly after
the first.

"Swallow it," I ordered as my cock spit out one last squirt.

Tommy quickly slurped, swallowed, and then sucked again. Once fully
drained, I felt him start to lick my dick clean. He twisted his head in
small circles as he worked my knob with his tongue, vacuuming up the last
of my spunk. In a few moments he had finished.

"God, you're a great little cock sucker!" I whispered as I leaned back in
my chair, exhausted.

I heard a little giggle from under the table. "Thanks."

I reached down and pulled up my boxers and trousers, and then buttoned up.

I shoved my chair back, looked quickly around the room, and seeing no one
near, said, "Okay, you can come out now."

Tommy crawled out from under the desk and got to his feet. He looked a
mess.

"Straighten your tie and pull yourself together," I smiled gently, "You
look like you've been sucking dick!"

Tommy giggled, "Yes sir." He did what he had been told. "Anything else you
need?" he asked when he was ready to go.

"No, I'm good." I smiled. "Thanks for helping me study."

"Anytime," Tommy giggled and then headed back to his own work.

I glanced back down at the pictures of the ancient Greeks, "I think the
Crew should have a Toga party sometime," I mused, before going back to my
reading.

* * * *

Headmaster Winters had asked me to tutor Ian Grey in math. I hadn't
hesitated to agree. Not only was a request from Dr. Winters something that
needed to be taken seriously, Ian was a recruit, and the Crew had an
interest in seeing him be successful in school.

His first tutoring session was set at our house, and we agreed that we
should alternate between my place and his for future sessions. Ian arrived
just after supper, and settled in my room with his math assignment, books,
and computer. We got right down to work and spent a little more than an
hour going over his material.

"You really do suck at this!" I laughed, tossing my pencil in the crease of
the textbook.

"Yeah, I told you, when it comes to math I'm a slow learner." Ian laughed.

"Well, it's going to take more than one time a week to get you caught up."

"How many times?" Ian asked with a frown.

"We could try a couple of sessions each week at school and maybe a couple
in the evenings." I thought for a minute. "I could get Chip to work with
you in school, and then I could work with you after school."

Ian nodded, "whatever we have to do," he said, "my dad expects me to do
well."

"Yeah, I have a Dad like that," I groaned.

It was quiet for a moment. "Does it ever get to be too much?" Ian asked
softly.

"No," I said, turning to look at Ian. "For you?"

"Sometimes," he said sadly.

I saw a far off stare in the kid's eyes, as well as a deep, almost painful
sorrow.

"You okay?" I asked gently.

"Yeah," Ian whispered.

I nodded, but something nagged at me. "Call me if you need anything," I
whispered, "call me, promise?"

"Yeah," Ian said just as softly and turned away.

We got back down to work, and he left an hour later.

* * * *

It was two weeks later that the call came. I wasn't really expecting
anything, but like I said before, something was nagging at me after my
conversation with Ian.

"Jacob?" a weak and very sleepy voice asked as I answered my cell phone
close to midnight.

"Yeah, who is this?" I yawned just waking up after going to bed a bit
earlier than usual.

"Ian Grey"

"Sup?" I yawned, rolling over in my bed.

"I just called to, well, you said I should call,"

I tried to shake the cobwebs out of my mind. "What? What are you talking
about?"

"It's too much, I can't do it anymore."

"Do what?"

"School, being the kid my dad wants me to be, always doing what everyone
tells me, it all sucks!"

I felt something in my gut; I didn't like what I was hearing. I also didn't
like the sound of Ian's voice."

"Ian, what are you talking about, man? You're scaring me."

"Bye Jake, thanks for trying to help." Ian's voice was softer...weaker, too
soft.

"Ian, tell me where you are. Are you at home? Come on man, I need to know!"

Ian was quiet for a moment, at home, alone. As usual," he whispered. "Bye
Jake." He hung up.

"Oh shit!"

There are some things you just know, and I just knew Ian had done, or was
doing, something to hurt himself.

I called 9-1-1 and told them what Ian had said, they said they agreed it
sounded serious, and were sending help to Ian's house. I quickly pulled on
some jeans, a T, and my socks and shoes. I ran to mom and dad's room and
woke them. Dad said he'd get the car and we'd head over there.

By the time dad and I got to Ian's house, there were two fire trucks, a
police car, and an ambulance. "Oh God," I thought, "I hope Ian wasn't
playing some kind game or playing a sick joke. My ass will really be in a
sling if I was wrong."

We got past the police, and were just at the door, when the EMT guys pushed
past us carrying Ian. He looked like shit, sweaty, clammy, and with his
eyes closed half dead.

"Oh fuck," I whispered when I saw him. "Is he alright?" I stammered to one
of the guys.

"Overdose!" he said hurriedly, "I think we might be in time, don't know for
sure yet."

The next few hours were crazy. Dad talked to the police, and agreed to take
responsibility for contacting Ian's dad. They had done some business
together, so he thought he could do it more quickly.

We went to the hospital and waited while the emergency room people worked
on Ian, and finally, after maybe an hour, they let us in to see him.

"How ya doing? I said softly as I walked up to the side of the bed.

"I feel like shit," Ian mumbled, but with a tiny smile.

"What did you do, man?" I asked almost in tears.

"Something stupid, I guess," Ian said softly and turned away.

"Look at me!" I said sternly, using my member of the Crew voice.

Ian turned and stared at me.

"The Crew is there to help, no matter what the problem is. You got that?"

"Yes, Sir," Ian said with a sob as tears came to his eyes.

I reached for his hand and held it tight. "You're special. We don't recruit
guys that aren't. Don't you go trying to quit on us. Okay?"

Ian stared at me for a moment and then nodded. He cried, and the sobs were
from deep within. I held his hand and cried with him.

After a half hour, he had calmed down, and the atmosphere had lightened up
a bit.

"So, are you going to try this kind of shit again?" I asked with a sniff
and a smile.

"No," Ian said firmly. "Besides, it wasn't much fun."

"Huh?"

"They shoved a tube down my throat and pumped my stomach, then washed it
out with charcoal."

I gagged and made a face at his description.

"Then they went the other way, rolled me over, stuck a hose up my butt and
flushed that out, too."

"Well, you did say that your ass was your best feature," I laughed.

Ian tried to hold back a smile, but couldn't, and broke out laughing.

Things were better. "Thanks, God," I said to myself. "Thanks for giving him
another chance."

* * * *

It was past three in the morning when Dad and I got back home. He hugged me
and held me for a minute in the hallway.

"Jake, you'd talk to me, if..." He choked up and was clearly moved by what
Ian had gone through.

"Yeah," I said softly. "I promise," and held my Dad tight.

I went to my room and lay on the bed for a few minutes, then needed to
pee. I got to the bathroom, unzipped, and did what I needed to do. As I
flushed, I looked at the door that connected to Robby's room, and deep down
knew I had to see him. I opened the door and walked in.

Robby was asleep, looking sweet, gentle, and younger than his fourteen
years. I couldn't help comparing this with the way Ian had looked just a
short time before. Robby was an angel, perfect in every way.

Something was drawing me closer to Robby. I pulled my T over my head and
dropped it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my
socks. Then I undid my belt and pushed my jeans and boxers to the
floor. Standing naked in my brother's room, I didn't feel out of place,
awkward, or that what I was doing was in any way unnatural. I just knew I
had to be near my brother.

I walked to the bed and then moved around to the side where there was a bit
more room. I pulled the covers back just enough to crawl in next to
Robby. I wrapped my arm around him, scooted close, and let my body spoon
against his. I found a cozy spot for my head near the base of his neck and
smelled the soft fragrance of shampoo still fresh from the shower. He was
wearing tighty whities but nothing else. The feel of his soft smooth skin
against mine was amazing.

My dick firmed up and settled against the cotton underwear covering his
ass. I was tempted to pull his briefs down and let my cock head snuggle
between his butt cheeks. Instead, I just closed my eyes, content to hold my
brother near to me.

As I fell asleep I told myself nothing would be the same any more. Ian had
taught me an important lesson tonight; don't take things for granted, not
for a moment.

* * * *


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