Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 05:39:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robby Joins the Crew - 8

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Robby Joins the Crew -- 8

Max stopped the Mercedes just to the left of the general aviation hanger
alongside several other vehicles. Robby and I climbed out as he opened the
trunk and took out our bags.

"Thanks, Max," Robby said as he and I walked toward Dad's plane.

Max nodded, and one of the flight crew hurried over to help stow the
gear. Dad's company bought the Bombardier Challenger 300 last year, and had
it custom fit to dad's tastes. The jet could accommodate seating for up to
sixteen, but Dad had it configured for eight, all leather couches and
swivel arm chairs. It also had an excellent galley. The surround sound and
flat screen are awesome. Dad uses it for business a couple of times a
week. This was the first time Robby and I had a chance to fly alone, most
of the time, either Mom or Dad were on board.

Robby grabbed the chair on the front right, and I took the left. Those were
the closest to the flat screen, and each still had a window.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Robby giggled as he looked out the window at the ground
crew finishing their work.

"Yeah, very cool" I chuckled softly, amused at Robby's enthusiasm. We had
been on the plane many times, but Robby always seemed to get pumped when we
got on board.

Max climbed the stairs and took a seat in the rear.

Robby looked back and smiled. "We're going to New York!" he laughed.

Max smiled, apparently enjoying Robby's energy. "I don't know how you
talked your Dad into this one," he laughed, "maybe I should let you
negotiate my next contract!" He smiled.

"Talk to Jake," Robby grinned. "He's the one that pulled it off."

I glanced back, "What do you want, Max? A new car as a signing bonus?" I
laughed.

"Yeah, get me a red Porsche 911," he grinned.

"No problem, one red 911 coming up. A Cabriolet?"

"Sure, why not, what are they, $100,000?"

"Yeah," I laughed, plus tax!

We all laughed. I made a mental note to myself though. Max had been our
driver, security guy, and more importantly our friend for years. I knew Dad
trusted him without question. "He deserves it," I thought to myself,
"besides, it will be fun to see his face when we give it him."

* * * *

The flight to New York was uneventful. We barely had time to finish the
movie before we landed. Max had arranged for a limo from the hotel to pick
us up. We didn't have to wait very long before our stuff was loaded and we
were on our way.

Dad liked an historic hotel near Central Park, and after their four hundred
million dollar restoration I had to admit, I too, thought it was very
cool. He had booked us a suite, with a large living room, 2 bedrooms, and 2
baths. The master bedroom had a king size bed for Robby and me, and the
second one had a queen size for Max. Earlier I'd asked Dad what it cost.

He had shrugged, "three thousand a night I suppose." He hadn't seemed the
least concerned.

Besides, being near Fifth Avenue and Central Park, it was a good location
for what we wanted to do.

It was late when we were finally settled in. Robby and I decided we'd order
room service. Max said as long as we promised to stay in the room, he'd
head to the bar and eat there.

It was near midnight when we finally crawled into bed.

"What should we do tomorrow?" I asked softly as Robby and I lay facing one
another in the massive bed.

"We have to see Billy Elliott!" Robby gushed.

"Is that the play about the kid?"

"Yeah, the dancing boy," Robby grinned.

"I think it's sold out," I said softly, sorry to disappoint Robby this soon
into our weekend.

"You sure?" Robby grumped.

"One of my friends was here a few weeks ago with his folks and he said they
saw it. They had to get their tickets weeks ago."

Robby looked disappointed, and then shrugged. "Okay," he said
quietly. "Then how about going to see the Dinosaurs?"

"Natural History Museum? Sure, why not?"

Robby grinned, "Excellent!"

"Then what?" I asked with a smile, pleased that I could cheer my brother up
with something that simple.

"Boat ride to the Statue of Liberty?"

"You got it!"

Robby giggled.

"Then I have a surprise for you!"

Robby gave me a quizzical look. "What?"

"You'll see tomorrow."

Robby cuddled close to me and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed a
couple of times. Then Robby yawned. That set me off, and I yawned too.

"We better get some sleep," I whispered as Robby's eyes drooped.

He nodded, and soon we were both dead to the world.

* * * *

The American Museum of Natural History has a permanent collection of
fossils. Robby has loved dinosaurs ever since he was little. We spent four
hours there, as he eagerly went from one display to another reading every
word of the information panels. Finally satisfied he had seen as much as he
could, we took a cab to where we could catch the Circle Line tour, and a
boat out to the Statue of Liberty.

Several times during the morning and afternoon when Robby was preoccupied,
I managed to step away and make a few phone calls.

* * * *

It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the hotel. Max had been
kind of a tour guide for us, and we actually enjoyed the fact that he had
been there.

"Shower and then dress for dinner," I said to Robby as I threw some bags of
stuff we had bought at the museum onto the bed.

"Where are we going?"

"Just do it," I said, firmly. I used the same tone that Dad uses when he
wants us to stop arguing and just do what we're told.

Robby gave me a look of frustration, but turned toward the bathroom.

"Coat and Tie!" I called after him as he walked away.

* * * *

Dinner was excellent; I decided we'd eat at the hotel and save some
time. It also made it easier for my surprise. I actually had two ideas in
mind when I told Robby there would be something special. The first one,
which was actually already planned, was a trip to the taping of a TV show
that he liked. They used a live audience, and it wasn't too difficult to
get us in. The second possibility was a lot tougher.

Robby grinned when the cute waiter brought his dessert and carefully set it
down in front of him. The waiter gave me a grin and a wink, and I knew we
had pulled it off. As Robby moved the desert closer, he saw it was sitting
on an envelope with his name printed on it in scrolled lettering.

"What's this?" Robby asked, looking at me.

"Maybe the waiter thinks you're hot and is giving you his phone number."

Max snorted, iced tea coming out his nose. We both laughed.

Robby opened the envelope. His jaw dropped in surprise. "Billy Elliott!  No
Way!" he shouted as he held the theatre tickets.

A few diners looked at us in surprise and one or two in disapproval. I
didn't give a shit. I'd made my little brother happy.

In a softer voice, he said, "How did you get these?"

"Oh, Dad pulled a few strings," I shrugged. "I knew you wanted to see it."

In fact it took more than a few phone calls on my part, and Dad's, to pull
it off. But it was all worth it to see the smile on Robby's face.

I imagined that the story of the young boy that wanted to study ballet was
probably a fantasy for a lot of gay teens. Robby was certainly no
exception. The play had been on Broadway for over a year, and had won ten
Tony awards.

* * * *

The production was wonderful. Dad had managed to get seats in the first
balcony, practically the best in the house. I didn't even know how he did
it, or what it might have cost. Once again it didn't matter. The guy
playing Billy was so cute, even I was interested. Max managed to get us
there, and then in and out so smoothly, I saw why Dad had hired him. He was
really good.

* * * *

It was quite late when we finally got back to the hotel.

Max made sure we were in for the night and then went to his room.

"Have fun?" I asked.

"Yeah," Robby said with a grin as he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the
top button of his shirt. "It couldn't have been better!"

"I'm glad you had a good time," I said, rolling over to watch Robby toss
his sport coat over a chair.

Robby looked at me with a silly grin.

"What?" I laughed.

"Did you see our tub?" He giggled, "It's big enough for two!"

I chuckled as I saw the twinkle in Robby's eyes.

Moments later, there was a trail of boy's clothes leading from the bedroom,
through the door of the bathroom and ending with two pairs of boxers in a
heap in the center of the floor.

Scented oil, bubbles, warm water, and my naked brother all in the same tub,
it was almost too good to be true.

Robby and I hadn't shared a bath since we were maybe six years old. I had
to admit, it was fun to be naked with him again, all wet and soapy. We
couldn't help but play a little grab ass. There was plenty of giggles and
laughter. Then he grew quiet and slid closer. He looked me in the eyes and
then kissed me softly. I thought about it for just an instant, before I
returned his kiss.

"You know, this is what boyfriend's do," Robby said softly as I pulled back
from an especially long and deep kiss.

"They do?"

"Yeah," Robby whispered. "They call it making love."

I nodded, I knew he was right. This was way different than just sex.

* * * *

Cuddled in the huge bed, still fresh from our scented bath, my brother and
I lay side by side.

Robby was on his back, while I lay beside him. I crawled up a bit and
looked at him. Robby wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down
into a lingering kiss. His tongue softly explored my mouth, and then it
danced with mine. It was a tender and unhurried thing, not the usual stuff
of horny teens.

"Mmmm, you taste nice," I said, licking my lips. "Where did you get
chocolate?"

"On the pillow," Robby giggled, "Want a mint?"

"Yeah," I laughed.

Robby quickly unwrapped one of the chocolate covered mints he had hidden in
his hand and popped it into his mouth. He grinned as he moved it forward
with his tongue until it stuck out from between his teeth. To get my mint
I'd have to kiss him.

I laughed as I leaned down and kissed him again, this time biting into the
chocolate. He swapped his piece of candy for mine in a sticky tongue move.

"Didn't Mom tell you you're not supposed to play with your food?" I giggled
before swallowing.

"Yeah, but it's more fun this way," Robby grinned.

I lay on top of Robby, and we kissed for a little longer. Then I felt
Robby's hand between us before moving away again.

A few minutes went by, and then I felt something strange. "Why are we wet?"

Robby giggled, and pushed me off. There, in the middle of his tummy was a
dark brown puddle of melted chocolate. "Want another mint?" he laughed.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I leaned down, and, with a flick of
my tongue, lapped at the sweet confection. "Tastes pretty good."

I continued to lick Robby's tummy, belly button, and part of his chest,
until all the candy was gone. I looked up, and he had the last mint in his
hand. He gave me a mischievous grin, unwrapped it, and rolled over. Before
I could believe my eyes, he tucked it between his butt cheeks, so it stood
up from his rear end.

"How much do you want another one?" he giggled.

I rolled my eyes, "you think I want a mint badly enough that I'd kiss ass?"
I grinned.

"Well, maybe not just any ass." Robby laughed.

I leaned down and pulled the candy out from between his cheeks with my
teeth, and then ate it.

Robby giggled.

After that, our kissing, our touching, our pleasuring of one another knew
no bounds. Our love making was tender and slow. The tempo built moment by
moment, but it wasn't horniness that drove us, it was our love for one
another. When I finally entered him, Robby softly moaned.

"Oh, Jake" he whispered, laying face down as I snuggled my head into the
back of his neck.

I eased myself deeper, wanting him to have as much pleasure as possible.

"Fuck me," he said so softly I barely heard the words.

I gently pushed my dick in, and then pulled back out in long strokes. Robby
whimpered.

The incredible day we'd had, the fact that we were together like this, and
the desire that I had to always have Robby close, overwhelmed me.

"I love you so much," I whispered in Robby's ear as I paused deep inside
him.

Robby took in a breath, tears coming to his eyes. "Ooooh," was all he
managed before his emotions took over and I heard him start to cry.

"You all right?" I whispered, pulling my cock back a little.

"Yeah," he sniffed softly, "Just keep making love to me."

I gently slid in and out of him for a while. His tears ended just as I felt
my passion begin to build.

"Want it harder?" I asked softly, hoping he did.

"Yeah, fuck me!" Robby begged, raising his ass up.

I pulled out of him. "Try bending over the bed," I suggested.

Robby stood, put some pillows near the edge, and then bent over, resting
his chest and tummy on the soft mound. His ass was sticking out, and it was
at the perfect height for me as I came up behind him. He gave a little
whimper when the head of my cock touched his hole, and then grunted when I
slid all the way up his butt in one push.

"That's it," I mumbled as I took him by the waist, "make your ass suck on
my dick." I pumped in a few times, getting into a steady motion.

We still wanted to please the other, but also we both wanted to get
off. Romance was stepping aside for a moment, while lust took its place.

"Oh yeah," Robby moaned as I thrust into him, deep and fast. My nuts
slapped against his ass, and my cock drilled as far up his butt as I could
reach. "I love it when you fuck me hard," he grunted.

I put my legs into it and slammed into him. It was clear he wanted my dick,
boy did he want it! As he pushed his ass back at me, he spread his legs and
lifted his feet off the floor. I held him up by the waist and kept
pounding. After a while, he moaned and wiggled, and it became obvious he
wanted me to stop. I pulled out and stepped back as he turned, tossed the
pillows aside, and sat on the edge of the bed. He lay back, spread his legs
and lifted them up. I stepped forward, pulled him to me and he rested his
legs against my shoulders. His hole was again at the perfect height. I
entered him and we got back at it.

As I looked down at my brother, my cock deep in his ass, I knew that this
was more than just sex. The look on his face, and the incredible day we'd
shared, told me it was way more than that. It was this realization that
pushed me over the top, and I felt the tingle.

"Gonna do it," I moaned, thrusting into Robby.

He reached for his dick and stroked. I aimed my cock at an angle I hoped
might find his prostate. I guess I must have come close, because it wasn't
a moment later before he, too, was groaning.

"Oh, do it harder!" Robby begged as his hand stroked faster and faster.

We came at the same time, my cream filling his rear end. His came shooting
out in long streaks, making a mess on his stomach and chest. He grunted
several times as his dick squirted. The watery white stuff dripped down his
side and onto the bed.

"Oh," Robby moaned as he pulled on his cock, the last few drops of cum
forming a spit like drool on the head. "So good," he sighed.

I continued to fuck in and out of him slowly, enjoying the feel of my sperm
in there. "You're ass is so hot," I mumbled, and slowed to a stop.

Finally, I pulled out. We moved around on the bed until we lay side by side
on our backs, our heads high on the soft pillows, each slowly stroking our
now wilted dicks.

"That was..." Robby started to say, but didn't seem to be able to find the
words.

"Yeah," I said, not able to find the words, either.

We lay quietly for a moment before Robby turned to face me. I shifted onto
my side and looked back at him. He opened his mouth, but closed it again
and snuggled up to me.  We kissed, and soon fell asleep.

* * * *

We spent half the morning of our last day in New York in bed. There was no
sex; we were just too tired from the day before. Max was so respectful that
he didn't disturb us. I think he may have looked in once, but I fell asleep
again, so I'm not sure he even did that.

After eating brunch in the hotel dining room, Robby just picking at his
food, I asked my brother what he wanted to do with the rest of the day.

He shrugged. I couldn't tell if he was still tired or there was something
on his mind.

"Didn't you say you wanted to go to the top of the Empire State Building?"
Max asked.

Robby nodded in agreement.

Once there, Robby seemed to come back to life as he ran from one side of
the observation deck to the other, taking in each view. Finally he calmed
down and we looked out over Manhattan Island together. Robby reached for my
hand and I took it. We held hands in public for the first time since we
were in kindergarten. Once, Max looked our way, and Robby smiled. Max
didn't give any sign that he had seen anything.

Just before we left, I looked over to see Robby with the sweetest smile on
his face that I think I have ever seen. I was happy that I'd been able to
put it there.

I took a quick look around and saw that there wasn't anyone near. And those
that were present didn't seem to be paying us any attention. Pulling
Robby's hand, I drew him closer, and he looked up at me. I smiled, leaned
down and kissed him deeply. It was tender, but full, with a hint of
passion.

Robby blinked at me. "Where did that come from?"

"Can't I kiss my brother?" I smiled, looking around again.

Robby nodded, still seeming a bit stunned. "Last night you said you loved
me," he whispered, tears coming to his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Did you mean it?"

I didn't need to think about my answer. "Yeah, I really meant it."

Robby hugged me tightly as I softly caressed the back of his head as he
snuggled against my chest.

He looked up at me, "You know what that means, don't you?" he sniffed,
brushing a tear off his cheek.

"What?" I laughed.

"We're officially boyfriends," Robby smiled.

"We are?" I grinned.

"Ya, whether you like it or not!"

I looked down into Robby's eyes and then leaned in for another kiss.

"Fine with me, I whispered.

I glanced over at Max, who was staring at us. His face slowly changed from
what might have been shocked disbelief, into a gentle smile. I knew he was
saying it was okay with him as well.

* * * *

As our plane neared home, I glanced across the cabin at Robby. He was
curled up on a couch with a light blanket, sleeping soundly, no doubt
exhausted from our busy weekend.

"Boyfriends?" I whispered, shaking my head softly. "Geez, what am I going
to tell Dad?"


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